CoughCoool
Greenlighter
A few weeks before this experience, I had purchased some salvia from a local head shop to try with some friends. Overall, my initial test with this drug was a failure – my vision felt similar the grainy static of a television, while the room seemed to be slanted and split in half. That was about it. The amount I smoked and the environment were probably the main reasons for this so I was hopeful that on this night I could fix these and “break through.”
Having already packed the bowl, I closed the door to my basement and turned off all the lights. Sitting on my couch in darkness, I took a large hit, held it, let it out. I did this a second time and noticed the grainy, head-splitting feelings from my first experience. However, as I sat there I remember thinking “…what am I again?” and feeling as though I was being propelled forward, spiraling into infinity. Now lying on my back, I closed my eyes, and POOF!
Yellow lines were tunneling through this scene in my mind, bending themselves in octagonal shapes. They wove in and out of each other into an infinite distance I was able to visualize. And as they continued moving and shaping, a hobbit dressed in white clothing I associate with mailmen appeared. His 2D image was running through these lines over and over, multiplying himself in the process. Eventually, there were immeasurable numbers of these hobbits in a line, running these yellow paths, and now singing to me.
But their songs were not pleasant. “YOU HAVE TO WATCH ME YOUR ENTIRE TRIP” they sang over and over, as though mocking and laughing at me. Shocked, I sat up and opened my eyes to find these same yellow lines radiating out from the television in front of me. Even worse, the lines were pushing me. “Oh shit,” I thought, knowing they’re pushing me into the salvia world. I could not actually see this place that was consuming me, however I knew what it was like and I could visualize it. I remember “knowing” what was behind me and seeing maroon carousels and big tents in the back of my mind – the place was a circus. Also behind me was the chief hobbit that I sensed peaking around the couch, laughing at me, and telling me I was in his world now and I could not leave. Terrified, I screamed something at him, ran upstairs, and sat in my bathroom. From this point I was trying to figure out what had just happened. I was also too scared to move.
Recalling the events is like trying to remember a dream, so there was probably more to this experience than I am able to give. And in regards to the trip, earlier that day someone had commented that my feet resembled hobbit feet. I also had a conversation about the post office after I parked behind one of their vehicles that day too. I found that amusing.
substancecode_salvia
methodcode_smoked
Having already packed the bowl, I closed the door to my basement and turned off all the lights. Sitting on my couch in darkness, I took a large hit, held it, let it out. I did this a second time and noticed the grainy, head-splitting feelings from my first experience. However, as I sat there I remember thinking “…what am I again?” and feeling as though I was being propelled forward, spiraling into infinity. Now lying on my back, I closed my eyes, and POOF!
Yellow lines were tunneling through this scene in my mind, bending themselves in octagonal shapes. They wove in and out of each other into an infinite distance I was able to visualize. And as they continued moving and shaping, a hobbit dressed in white clothing I associate with mailmen appeared. His 2D image was running through these lines over and over, multiplying himself in the process. Eventually, there were immeasurable numbers of these hobbits in a line, running these yellow paths, and now singing to me.
But their songs were not pleasant. “YOU HAVE TO WATCH ME YOUR ENTIRE TRIP” they sang over and over, as though mocking and laughing at me. Shocked, I sat up and opened my eyes to find these same yellow lines radiating out from the television in front of me. Even worse, the lines were pushing me. “Oh shit,” I thought, knowing they’re pushing me into the salvia world. I could not actually see this place that was consuming me, however I knew what it was like and I could visualize it. I remember “knowing” what was behind me and seeing maroon carousels and big tents in the back of my mind – the place was a circus. Also behind me was the chief hobbit that I sensed peaking around the couch, laughing at me, and telling me I was in his world now and I could not leave. Terrified, I screamed something at him, ran upstairs, and sat in my bathroom. From this point I was trying to figure out what had just happened. I was also too scared to move.
Recalling the events is like trying to remember a dream, so there was probably more to this experience than I am able to give. And in regards to the trip, earlier that day someone had commented that my feet resembled hobbit feet. I also had a conversation about the post office after I parked behind one of their vehicles that day too. I found that amusing.
substancecode_salvia
methodcode_smoked
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