That's not the weird part.
He mentioned that if we met up again, we should exchange details, but we couldn't do it then because he didn't have anything to write with, but that was okay because he types everything for class because his handwriting is horrible, probably because of his disability, but he doesn't think he actually has a disability, (here there was some babble about Obama that didn't really connect to anything) because the government is covering up the existence of dragons and magic and aliens because they don't want the world population to freak out, but he thinks people wouldn't freak out too much. And he doesn't hear voices, except when he's talking to God and God talks back, and sometimes Satan if there's two voices, but he's open to the idea that God doesn't exist. There was also something about how you can't hallucinate in dreams, and when he saw "it" (I think a dragon, it was hard to tell), he thought he was awake because he pinched himself, but he can feel pain in dreams, so it must have been real because you don't hallucinate in dreams.
Yeah. He stood there, in the middle of room, and babbled this at me. I feel like I just did a whole bunch of acid.