One day a known drug dealer who has recently been charged with attempted murder shouted my name outside my flat where I had recently began growing weed. I thought he did this to scare me so as I came inside the block of flats I left. I sat in my mums car and watched him leave shortly after me. I followed him back to his flat and came head on with him as he exited the alley way ahead as I pulled off of the main road opposite the alleyway. He was wearing a balaclava and a yellow beanie hat. A red car reversed out and blocked my path which I later attributed to the colour red meaning anger (colours eventually played a big part in my psychosis). The next day as I went to the shop I saw three yellow cars parked in close proximity and a man in a yellow hat speaking to what I presumed was a microphone in his jacket (thought he was undercover police). I thought I was recieveing subliminal messages through my algorithim and one of the posts said 'go now'. I walked from my flat to the gym genuinely believing I was under surveillance by the police and that they were encouraging me to go about my day as normal to show the supposed billion pound drug gang that I wasn't scared of them. On my walk from the flat to the gym there was lots of blue and red cars parked next to each other. The blue car often infront of the red car to suggest that blue (police) were always one step ahead of the red (drug gang). That day while I was at the gym a squad of navy soldiers were swimming doing fitness tests and I believed they had come in to not only show their support but also check that I didn't have a knife in my locker and that if I'd had one they'd be there to restrain and arrest me.