I have wondered such things....I feel like Young Goodman Brown in Hawthorne's short story. He was convinced he saw the whole town of Salem at a witches' sabbath. He woke up in the damp woods at dawn and was never sure but afterward upon returning to "normal" Salem with all the "normal" people---the pastor, the catechism teacher...even his own wife...he could never afterward trust them. Even though he was never sure if it was a dream or real. That's what all these conspiracies and hidden information and dark revelations feel like.