The near future. Bob Arctur lives an illusory existence in unrelenting drug visions. At one time they created for him a warm world of euphoria and calm; now everything has changed, and the old serenity is gradually replaced by a nightmare. Bob already knows his visions have gotten out of control. But he also knows that he himself is not who he claims to be. He isn’t a drug addict. He has another persona, one that has nothing to do with weeds, wheels, and dope. The visions aren’t visions. Reality isn’t reality. He isn’t him. All that remains is to understand which of his incarnations is the main one.