"No, I've had a few bad trips in my time," Crowley says. He turns to the human soldier person. "Woodstock. Anyway, this is nothing like that. This is too real, too persistent. This is far more than just a bad trip."

He doesn't know what it is, but he doesn't like it at all.

"And I can't block it out. I can't use my abilities and make myself tell what's real and what isn't."