People were on a rainbow-like path pushing strollers toward a door. They told me to follow them through the door; I moved over to the door (did I fly? at this point, my friends have told me I was talking outloud saying "open the door" and waving my arms as though I was diving through water). My friend was trying to fuck with me so he said out loud "no, close the door!"
Back at salvia land, I experienced a hand come out of the direction of my friend and hold the door shut.
I wanted badly to know what was behind the door. I felt as though my friend had intentionally held this door, the door to the meaning of my existence, closed. I remember feeling a terrible feeling against him as I often do get pissed on salvia trips when people talk, make noise or fuck with me at all. I get frustrated and yell. lol.