Names have been changed, except for Sally which represents salvia. I am "Eric".
Third salvia trip, not very experienced with drugs, only other things I have used are flexril, ultracet, pot, and LSA.
A second day with Sally
As I sit and write this I am still within the grips of Sally. I can feel her running through my veins and pulsing within me. I feel as the sides of reality are tearing up from around the sides of me, as if reality itself is two giant sheets that are being pulled up from either side. Like all my life as been projected onto these sheets and is be ripped away.
I started by filling my bowl with salvia, smoking it and then laying on my bed. After a few moments I felt nothing and decided I needed more. I walked out of the room feeling slightly drunk. Figured it was nothing and reloaded my bowl. I went back, emptied my lungs, and took another huge hit of salvia. I thought the bowl was looking back at me for a second, almost as if she were taunting me. I told her I’d show her what was up and inhaled the rest holding it in and laughing as I exhaled the sweet smoke.
I tumbled backward into another world without realizing it. I was suddenly on a farm and farmer Eric was mad that I was smoking all his salvia. He had fits of anger that really didn’t fit the situation, so much anger built up within himself. I looked out the window, and using the windowsill using to pull my weight up I waved my arm out the window over the vast field before me. Farmer Eric had plenty of salvia, just fields and fields of it. Why is he so upset I using jus a little?
It was warm and sunny out I could feel a gentle southern breeze on my face. I was aware of a women with me, not a regularl woman, more of a presence, almost an entity. It was Sally, it had to be. I could tell she was wearing a 20’s style dress. I always like old style dresses. I was enjoying my time by the window and the nice breeze. But Sally wanted to take me away and show me another realm. I didn’t want to go, she was pulling and dragging me away, I wanted to be with Susan, not taken away by Sally. The fabrics of reality I was enjoying were being ripped away from me, space and time started to pull apart as I held on to stay locked with my loved one. I was grabbing the edges of reality themselves and saw an orangish light pouring out of them seams. I told myself to let go, there was nothing I could do. So I did. I just laid there and told Sally to do what she pleased. She didn’t seem interested anymore.
Suddenly I was just a child. Laying on a hotel bed with my grandparents trying to rouse me from sleep. Trying to tear me away from the dark slumber I was enjoying. I stood up in the bed and felt the walls. The hotel felt dirty. I was worried I’d have to relive my childhood again and didn’t want the pain, sadness, and rejection that I had gone through all over. Then, I was back in bed in Indiana. I was worried I had be dreaming, or in a state of psychosis. My father was present, but in form only, he didn’t seem to have a soul. I was afraid I’d lost her forever, that I would never see my Susan again.
Eventually I slowly came back to my bed in Wisconsin. Still tasting Sally on my lips. I didn’t want to recall the events that had happened, maybe it was too much and I had gone to far. I quit Word; not wishing to write it down thinking it would be a bad idea. I stumbled around, drinking water. It made me feel at home again. The icy goodness. I sat to tried to write, but I couldn’t pull the words together - I had them in my mind but they weren’t be typed correctly, I felt reality start to pull from my sides like two sheets. I went to lay down for a few seconds to clear my head and allow Sally to be processed. I sat up after about 30 seconds, but it had been 6 minutes according to the clock.
I was observing myself (farmer eric) from another person. This is by far the strangest salvia trip I have had.
Third salvia trip, not very experienced with drugs, only other things I have used are flexril, ultracet, pot, and LSA.
A second day with Sally
As I sit and write this I am still within the grips of Sally. I can feel her running through my veins and pulsing within me. I feel as the sides of reality are tearing up from around the sides of me, as if reality itself is two giant sheets that are being pulled up from either side. Like all my life as been projected onto these sheets and is be ripped away.
I started by filling my bowl with salvia, smoking it and then laying on my bed. After a few moments I felt nothing and decided I needed more. I walked out of the room feeling slightly drunk. Figured it was nothing and reloaded my bowl. I went back, emptied my lungs, and took another huge hit of salvia. I thought the bowl was looking back at me for a second, almost as if she were taunting me. I told her I’d show her what was up and inhaled the rest holding it in and laughing as I exhaled the sweet smoke.
I tumbled backward into another world without realizing it. I was suddenly on a farm and farmer Eric was mad that I was smoking all his salvia. He had fits of anger that really didn’t fit the situation, so much anger built up within himself. I looked out the window, and using the windowsill using to pull my weight up I waved my arm out the window over the vast field before me. Farmer Eric had plenty of salvia, just fields and fields of it. Why is he so upset I using jus a little?
It was warm and sunny out I could feel a gentle southern breeze on my face. I was aware of a women with me, not a regularl woman, more of a presence, almost an entity. It was Sally, it had to be. I could tell she was wearing a 20’s style dress. I always like old style dresses. I was enjoying my time by the window and the nice breeze. But Sally wanted to take me away and show me another realm. I didn’t want to go, she was pulling and dragging me away, I wanted to be with Susan, not taken away by Sally. The fabrics of reality I was enjoying were being ripped away from me, space and time started to pull apart as I held on to stay locked with my loved one. I was grabbing the edges of reality themselves and saw an orangish light pouring out of them seams. I told myself to let go, there was nothing I could do. So I did. I just laid there and told Sally to do what she pleased. She didn’t seem interested anymore.
Suddenly I was just a child. Laying on a hotel bed with my grandparents trying to rouse me from sleep. Trying to tear me away from the dark slumber I was enjoying. I stood up in the bed and felt the walls. The hotel felt dirty. I was worried I’d have to relive my childhood again and didn’t want the pain, sadness, and rejection that I had gone through all over. Then, I was back in bed in Indiana. I was worried I had be dreaming, or in a state of psychosis. My father was present, but in form only, he didn’t seem to have a soul. I was afraid I’d lost her forever, that I would never see my Susan again.
Eventually I slowly came back to my bed in Wisconsin. Still tasting Sally on my lips. I didn’t want to recall the events that had happened, maybe it was too much and I had gone to far. I quit Word; not wishing to write it down thinking it would be a bad idea. I stumbled around, drinking water. It made me feel at home again. The icy goodness. I sat to tried to write, but I couldn’t pull the words together - I had them in my mind but they weren’t be typed correctly, I felt reality start to pull from my sides like two sheets. I went to lay down for a few seconds to clear my head and allow Sally to be processed. I sat up after about 30 seconds, but it had been 6 minutes according to the clock.
I was observing myself (farmer eric) from another person. This is by far the strangest salvia trip I have had.
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