A good story by a college english major:
Last month, on a Thursday, I was in my room, seated at my desk, enjoying a chicken parm sandwich from Milano Market. Thursday’s my long day. I have class from 10 a.m. till 7:30 p.m. So, by the time I got back to my room with my sandwich, I was ready for the delicious respite that lay ahead. I found a copy of The Grand Budapest Hotel online and settled in. As I watched Adrien Brody’s gaunt figure make its way through the frame, I scarfed down the first half of my sandwich, and I realized that at least one of my molars had just become dislodged. I could feel a tooth rolling around inside my mouth and warily tongued at the gums where the tooth had been.
“■■■■. My teeth are falling out. What do I do? Can they be put back in?”
I thought, and then started castigating myself, asking myself why I hadn’t gone to the dentist: I’d had that toothache for the better part of a year. An instant later, putting my sandwich down and cradling my jaw in my hand, I realized all my teeth were still in place; I realized I had been hallucinating. Relieved, I continued on with my sandwich and Wes Anderson. I was OK.
Hallucinations are a common manifestation of psychosis, which is the most readily identified marker of schizophrenia.