They're kinda mean to me. It feels like they've always been that way. After meditating on the experience over the past few days, I feel like I'm beginning to understand where the "memories" of this place came from.
When I was younger, I experienced what I believed to be hallucinations, when I was about 6-8 years old. It happened frequently in the evening at bedtime when there was silence everywhere and I was by myself. I would become extremely anxious and I believe my vision was absolutely distorted and I heard voices and I saw shapes in front of my eyes even though my eyes were open and there was no one there.
It stopped happening at some point, I can't remember when, but it was a big deal, I remember, when they told me I could "never go back there again" so I agreed and I guess somewhere along the line I forgot about it. Until recently, I haven't had any episodes at night. For a while, in middle and high school, I told people my room was haunted, I didn't understand, nor did I clearly remember the cold-sweated nights, the haunting visions, the feeling like the world was crushing me... and the voices...
That place wasn't always so unkind to me, I remember, but it isn't somewhere I have any interest in going back to. Their world moved much faster than ours, so I had to move very very slowly in reality or else I'd get so anxious I'd feel sick.
There's something in my mind, people, and it reacted to the salvia and brought something deeply rooted in my mind, back to the forefront of my reality and confused me. They especially didn't want any witness to this because they believed as much as I did that the other people (people in reality) could see them, but they couldn't accept that idea was false