I wonder if the feeling of "it all being there" regarding Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem wasn't itself a drug induced fantasy. An untestable hypothesis, sure, but during dreams, I know I generate false memories, beliefs, and the strong sense of awesome ideas, when really, none of them are actual more than emotional impulses.
It's confusing, but those before and after shots are switched. I was far more excited by the prospect of taking a glamor shot and making a mug shot out of it. Adding detail and texture is more difficult than airbrushing the dooky out of something.