ecsplosiv
Bluelighter
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I’m so sorry that this is a rambling mess. I just had to record some of my thoughts about what happened to me this weekend. It was one to remember.
I’m not sure where this starts, where it ends or if it’s even over yet. I will never see the world the same again that’s for sure. I was starting to come the opinion that drugs should be taken in moderation. I was even developing a bit of a serious coke habit and doing this that or the other stim on a semi daily basis. This shit creeps up on you like you wouldn’t believe and it’s complicated.
I have been on a path of self-destruction for quite some time. I’ve been doing a PhD that I have no interest in and don’t need. I have an amazing girlfriend that I didn’t appreciate or respect. I have been a cunt in general, cheating and sleeping with escorts. Too much time and money on my hands. I also have easy one click access to every drug in existence. The spiral of self-destruction was inevitable. I have clearly lost the plot. Ruth gets onto my facebook and reads a conversation with Baz. The cunt in me has been clearly exposed for the first time. Ruth isn’t stupid, she always suspected it was there. It all goes bad, but for some reason she doesn’t leave me right away. She doesn’t even tell anyone. She knows if she told anyone we couldn’t possibly fix things. She cared more about me talking about her behind her back. Wait this changes everything. I have a new found respect for her, this might change everything. I never respected her intelligence before now. After all these years I see her for who she really is, amazing. I was so lucky to have her in the first place. How the hell did she put up with this amount of shit. Who could possibly be that caring and genuine. I really have had shit wrong, big time. SO WRONG. I cry as I write this.
Drugs are actually the most amazing things in the world, specifically dissasociatives, entactogens and hallucinogenics in my opinion. Coke is shit and turns you into a loser.
Let’s back up a little bit. Friday I have a genuine friend come over and we discuss sorting my life out. We eat lunch and start taking drugs about 4pm. We start with Meph, M1, 4-FA, n20 baloons and 60% amphetamine. This was all rather wonderful. We dissect the cunt in me and figure out sorting my life out. He says that the drugs have to go and I have to sort shit out. I agree. Ruth comes home at 6 and starts on the 4-FA, M1, Meph and MDMA. I start on the K. Genuine friend leaves to look after his girlfriend and we start doing more K, more balloons and I pop about 90mg 2cb over the course of the night. Ruth pops about 30mg. We have the most amazing bonding experience ever. Now I can visualise all the cunt aspects in me. Unlike new years with the MDA where I saw Ruth dying, old and rotting in a coffin, now I see her in a whole new light. I see how amazing she is. She looks first looks like zena warrior princess, then like an alien queen in a pink or green metal uniform. I see in the K world she is actually very highly ranked like me and not to be fucked with. We work on serious matters together. I finally see everything clearly. The actual hallucinations from the 2cb were well there. Very colourful, fractals everywhere. To be honest I thought the hallucinations were a bit simple and predictable compared to the MDA we had at new years. I could have done more. The K was setting in and all of reality was fucking distorted. My foot was sinking into the ground, everything was contorting. I regretted doing double balloons earlier because now the balloons were really taking off and we only needed singles. Every balloon took us to another world. Often I would lose total touch of where I was, the room kept changing. The plasma TV was an all encompassing control panel to reality.
Some of those balloon experiences I could never forget. It’s so important to keep your eyes open. Ohh fuck me our brains are clever. One balloon I was standing in another part of my house, with one of the walls removed. The content from the television was being projected onto the wall. There was imaginary light chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and all the lighting and occlusion was being generated by my brain in real time. I didn’t imagine it, I fucking SAW it. Clearly there was a touch of unreality to it, and some of the fractals and hallucinations you have phases of noticing them and not even being aware of their existence. There were many similar experiences but alas I have forgotten them. It was fascinating to observe how amazingly intelligent our visual systems are. I could feel that my right eye was tired like it was actually the eye doing a lot of the processing work here. But the more tired I got the more amazing and interesting things got.
Ruth goes to bed at about 7am and I keep going. We had really sorted shit out. To be honest I didn’t even know who she was or that we had be living together for 6 years. I had no memory of anything in the real world at all. I only had some high level concepts.I have a little lull as I try to figure out how to get the heaphones plugged into the TV.
Now I cruise for a little while taking some MD and bumping K. I realise that things start to get interesting again, normally it would have been over long ago but this time I really feel the need to blow out and don’t give a shit about anything. I am snorting everything. Ruth eventually gets up and visits a friend at 17:30. I take more 4-fa, M1, and amphetamine. I have run out of Ketamine so I crack out the MXE not expecting much. I didn’t even know what it was. When in the K world the one thing you can’t understand is “Ketamine” or how it is you got there in the first place. I knew this MXE was some kind of the same but didn’t think it would be as good. Ohh was I wrong. This MXE blew the Ketamine out of the fucking water. The trip I had on the MXE was so much more nuanced and sophisticated than anything I have ever had on the K. I probably did 150-200mg but to be honest it’s anyones guess. I did over a gram of MD. The fractals and hallucinations seemed to be increasing. At some point I realised this was the MD causing this, not the 2cb. Perhaps some combination. I have never hallucinated on MDMA ever before although this batch I have got is likely to be the best quality I have ever had before. Things progressively got more and more fucked up, in a very good way. Culminating in my happening upon a 2 hour Richie hawtin video in amnesia (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeOMobFqB9Q) I have no idea how I found this in my state. Before I had been watching this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOxXhCAYY-g) and this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRf8f1MW04w) and (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1KvDgp4dLA) and (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SsGi7UJmpY&feature=related) etc. All off the K/M world experience had two space themes to it, Amnesia in Ibiza and maps from Quake3. I was totally there. I was also flying around space ships with other human beings on a lower level of reality. I have long suspected that MDx is essential to have the most epic meaningful dissassocciative trips. This has been properly proven now. Yes 2cs/cid might be interesting but it’s too simple but there is clearly some seriously magic and intuitive shit going on with the MD chemicals, magic that needs to be set free with dissasociatives.
I couldn’t really feel the effects of any of the individual chems. They all blended together. It was quite amazing.
I never listen to the music from the youtube videos, they all came from this soundcloud page (http://soundcloud.com/djmarcuswhite) – most amazing shit I have ever heard in my life. I know this person in real life and he is a genuine person. Actually most of my friends are genuine, I always kept the cunts at arms length as a protection mechanism. But I stopped short of cutting them out of my life. I have another amazing friend Marko who has also been instrumental in the decuntification process over the last few years.
I’m making a note of all this shit now because it’s not clear whether I will ever regain my sanity properly or if I even want to. It’s slipping away fast too. I’ve already forgotten so much precious detail. I like the view I had. I’ve never seen things so clearly in my life or been a better person. I still have problems. And they are slowly coming back as I glide back into reality. The only solution is to cut out all the shit from my life and remove all temptation. The poor quality people who don’t respect women. All the girls I had on my facebook with inproper intentions. You just can’t have this shit in your life, it amplifies the cunt in you and makes it rear its ugly head all too often. So I am concurrently eradicating all cunts from my faceboook. It’s going to be a long process I can tell you.
I’ve spent the last 5 years of my life out of the real world. Escaping. In many ways I have become a better person and I have expanded my mind greatly. Unfortunately the seeds of cunt were well embedded from my parents and friends from childhood and they have been allowed to grow too. So now I am a living dichotomy. Both an amazing kind person on the one hand and a total selfish cunt on the other. This decuntification process needs to be completed all the way to stop any chance of it blossoming again.
I snorted pretty much everything, my nose is possibly permantly fucked. I didn’t care then and I still don’t care because what I got out if it was more important than any physical damage to my body. Feels like I am going to have a heart attack but I know that’s just anxiety. That’s simple.
I still want to do drugs in the future but less often. And when I do do them I think the principle should be to go fucking large or go home.
Monday morning.
Then Ruth woke up and read even more of my previous conversation with Baz. She comes in crying. Fuck me, everything we have accomplished over the weekend has just been totally fucked up. Now I feel numb. What the fuck happens now?? Couldn’t the bitch just give me ONE fucking day to sort my life out and cleanse the shit out.
I slept a bit and I had some fucked up dreams. Two complete episodes of the Outer Limits fully constructed in my brain with exquisite detail. The most scary one was there there were two identical clones of myself and I could see myself through the eyes of one of them. Periodically it would switch and I would see my other self out the eyes of that person. I looked pretty zoned out, but this was of course another reality. Quite scary but very visual and sophisticated. Took a little valium and had some mega fucked up dreams. Lots of sleep paralysis and electric shock type seizures. It didn’t really matter though because I was still in a dream world. Actually I recognised it and wasn’t scared. It was like the K world, many of the same 2cb/MD hallucinations were amazingly still there. The room was different, the walls were glowing in colours and fractals and my friend Moritz from Germany was with me but looking like one of the green aliens from my mega trip on Saturday night.
I woke up feeling pretty shit with a renewed vigour to fix things. Remove bad people from facebook. E-mail my PhD supervisor and tell him it’s finally over. Sort my CV out. Get a job. Be true to my girlfriend and regain her trust. Back to reality.
There is still one other inner daemon I wrestling with. I’ve never told anyone about it and hope I won’t ever need to. That’s next on the hit list.
Once before when I have had mild temporary psychosis it has disturbed me greatly and I wanted out. Now I want in. This doesn’t make me feel remotely uncomfortable. I really believe am one of the masters of the K world and actually quite a significant intellect (even if I say so myself). Most people would have freaked the fuck out long before my journey ended. Even now I see a layer of reality that most normal people could never dream of seeing or even understand. I am very privileged. This is the first time I have understood a significant amount of it and retained it in my mind. In my memory for a long time. Long enough to fix problems and build bridges. The layer of perception of reality is so fascinating, I know now that I hallucinate all the time without even noticing it. Maybe from now on I will be able to spot little things. Clearly a delusion though. Are brains are way too clever to let us do that. Such a shame.
There is so much going on “between the lines” in reality. And I’m not ruling out that other people can see it all the time, or see some of it. Yesterday we met an old couple with 2 dogs. The woman is very spiritual and does all that yoga stuff. Normally I would have described her as mad-as-batshit. Now I saw her differently. I could actually sense some kind of energy coming from her. It’s as if she knew everything that had happened without me even saying anything. Perhaps there is more to this than I initially thought. Seems that there are many methods of spirituality and belief is a core requirement. I always took the cynical view that we are just physical bodies and when we die there is nothing, now I actually entertain the idea that we might exist in many other realities that are linked together at different macro levels. Scientists will just never get it, they are scratching at the surface of something which they are entirely ill equipped to understand. From the moment we are born, our brains are conditioned to see things a certain and narrow way. It has to be like that.
Call bullshit if you want, but I saw it with my own eyes. I was there. I want to be in control of surfing reality again, but I’m just going to have to let my subconscious brain do it for me for a while.
Why don’t therapists use entactogens and dissasosiatives? It’s so fucking simple.
Am I worried about being more “simple” after damaging my brain. No. It’s clear to me that we are all already too clever. We are way too hard wired. We need to see things differently and the more we break down established concepts the better. When K’d out to normal people I looked simple, I could barely string earthly words together. Actually I had hyper senses, and was tuned into far more of reality than I ever thought possible. Even with my eyes closed I could see space the way blind people describe they can, I could visualise, SEE not imagine the room I was in. I understood every working organ of ruth. I had the power to heal her. I could even visualise her breath in the room. I saw additional spaces that existed in the room that I otherwise wouldn’t have been aware of.
Another thing I realised is that the K world has it’s own soundtrack and music. I thought I was hearing the music from the sets I was listening to. I wasn’t. My brain was creating an entire sound track, language, voices, everything. It would often repeat with a kind of weird music and voices which kind of said something along the concept of “welcome to the K world”. I realised that I have heard this many times before, just never been able to remember it for this long.
It’s still fading away but I had to make some kind of record of the weekend that changed my life forever. It’s sad that it’s going but it’s time for a reality check.
Good bye for now K world, I love you. I’ll see you around some time.
edit--
Did I mention that all the people in Amnesia with me were little green aliens? I always seemed to be competing with 3 other key players in the K world. We were responsible for time and creating reality. We were doing everything we could to keep time running, but on a lower macro level. But we were running into a deadlock situation. Time was slowing down. We were racing in our spaceships down little tubes or corridors through space and there was a distinctive sound associated with every action we were making, and it drew a direct resemblance to this world. Eventually we lost. We had been racing to fix something but time stopped. I was just trapped looking at my TV screen with my eyes open but couldn't move. This was quite scary. Then the reset button got pressed. Time started again, and a new phase was entered.
I’m not sure where this starts, where it ends or if it’s even over yet. I will never see the world the same again that’s for sure. I was starting to come the opinion that drugs should be taken in moderation. I was even developing a bit of a serious coke habit and doing this that or the other stim on a semi daily basis. This shit creeps up on you like you wouldn’t believe and it’s complicated.
I have been on a path of self-destruction for quite some time. I’ve been doing a PhD that I have no interest in and don’t need. I have an amazing girlfriend that I didn’t appreciate or respect. I have been a cunt in general, cheating and sleeping with escorts. Too much time and money on my hands. I also have easy one click access to every drug in existence. The spiral of self-destruction was inevitable. I have clearly lost the plot. Ruth gets onto my facebook and reads a conversation with Baz. The cunt in me has been clearly exposed for the first time. Ruth isn’t stupid, she always suspected it was there. It all goes bad, but for some reason she doesn’t leave me right away. She doesn’t even tell anyone. She knows if she told anyone we couldn’t possibly fix things. She cared more about me talking about her behind her back. Wait this changes everything. I have a new found respect for her, this might change everything. I never respected her intelligence before now. After all these years I see her for who she really is, amazing. I was so lucky to have her in the first place. How the hell did she put up with this amount of shit. Who could possibly be that caring and genuine. I really have had shit wrong, big time. SO WRONG. I cry as I write this.
Drugs are actually the most amazing things in the world, specifically dissasociatives, entactogens and hallucinogenics in my opinion. Coke is shit and turns you into a loser.
Let’s back up a little bit. Friday I have a genuine friend come over and we discuss sorting my life out. We eat lunch and start taking drugs about 4pm. We start with Meph, M1, 4-FA, n20 baloons and 60% amphetamine. This was all rather wonderful. We dissect the cunt in me and figure out sorting my life out. He says that the drugs have to go and I have to sort shit out. I agree. Ruth comes home at 6 and starts on the 4-FA, M1, Meph and MDMA. I start on the K. Genuine friend leaves to look after his girlfriend and we start doing more K, more balloons and I pop about 90mg 2cb over the course of the night. Ruth pops about 30mg. We have the most amazing bonding experience ever. Now I can visualise all the cunt aspects in me. Unlike new years with the MDA where I saw Ruth dying, old and rotting in a coffin, now I see her in a whole new light. I see how amazing she is. She looks first looks like zena warrior princess, then like an alien queen in a pink or green metal uniform. I see in the K world she is actually very highly ranked like me and not to be fucked with. We work on serious matters together. I finally see everything clearly. The actual hallucinations from the 2cb were well there. Very colourful, fractals everywhere. To be honest I thought the hallucinations were a bit simple and predictable compared to the MDA we had at new years. I could have done more. The K was setting in and all of reality was fucking distorted. My foot was sinking into the ground, everything was contorting. I regretted doing double balloons earlier because now the balloons were really taking off and we only needed singles. Every balloon took us to another world. Often I would lose total touch of where I was, the room kept changing. The plasma TV was an all encompassing control panel to reality.
Some of those balloon experiences I could never forget. It’s so important to keep your eyes open. Ohh fuck me our brains are clever. One balloon I was standing in another part of my house, with one of the walls removed. The content from the television was being projected onto the wall. There was imaginary light chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and all the lighting and occlusion was being generated by my brain in real time. I didn’t imagine it, I fucking SAW it. Clearly there was a touch of unreality to it, and some of the fractals and hallucinations you have phases of noticing them and not even being aware of their existence. There were many similar experiences but alas I have forgotten them. It was fascinating to observe how amazingly intelligent our visual systems are. I could feel that my right eye was tired like it was actually the eye doing a lot of the processing work here. But the more tired I got the more amazing and interesting things got.
Ruth goes to bed at about 7am and I keep going. We had really sorted shit out. To be honest I didn’t even know who she was or that we had be living together for 6 years. I had no memory of anything in the real world at all. I only had some high level concepts.I have a little lull as I try to figure out how to get the heaphones plugged into the TV.
Now I cruise for a little while taking some MD and bumping K. I realise that things start to get interesting again, normally it would have been over long ago but this time I really feel the need to blow out and don’t give a shit about anything. I am snorting everything. Ruth eventually gets up and visits a friend at 17:30. I take more 4-fa, M1, and amphetamine. I have run out of Ketamine so I crack out the MXE not expecting much. I didn’t even know what it was. When in the K world the one thing you can’t understand is “Ketamine” or how it is you got there in the first place. I knew this MXE was some kind of the same but didn’t think it would be as good. Ohh was I wrong. This MXE blew the Ketamine out of the fucking water. The trip I had on the MXE was so much more nuanced and sophisticated than anything I have ever had on the K. I probably did 150-200mg but to be honest it’s anyones guess. I did over a gram of MD. The fractals and hallucinations seemed to be increasing. At some point I realised this was the MD causing this, not the 2cb. Perhaps some combination. I have never hallucinated on MDMA ever before although this batch I have got is likely to be the best quality I have ever had before. Things progressively got more and more fucked up, in a very good way. Culminating in my happening upon a 2 hour Richie hawtin video in amnesia (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeOMobFqB9Q) I have no idea how I found this in my state. Before I had been watching this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOxXhCAYY-g) and this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRf8f1MW04w) and (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1KvDgp4dLA) and (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SsGi7UJmpY&feature=related) etc. All off the K/M world experience had two space themes to it, Amnesia in Ibiza and maps from Quake3. I was totally there. I was also flying around space ships with other human beings on a lower level of reality. I have long suspected that MDx is essential to have the most epic meaningful dissassocciative trips. This has been properly proven now. Yes 2cs/cid might be interesting but it’s too simple but there is clearly some seriously magic and intuitive shit going on with the MD chemicals, magic that needs to be set free with dissasociatives.
I couldn’t really feel the effects of any of the individual chems. They all blended together. It was quite amazing.
I never listen to the music from the youtube videos, they all came from this soundcloud page (http://soundcloud.com/djmarcuswhite) – most amazing shit I have ever heard in my life. I know this person in real life and he is a genuine person. Actually most of my friends are genuine, I always kept the cunts at arms length as a protection mechanism. But I stopped short of cutting them out of my life. I have another amazing friend Marko who has also been instrumental in the decuntification process over the last few years.
I’m making a note of all this shit now because it’s not clear whether I will ever regain my sanity properly or if I even want to. It’s slipping away fast too. I’ve already forgotten so much precious detail. I like the view I had. I’ve never seen things so clearly in my life or been a better person. I still have problems. And they are slowly coming back as I glide back into reality. The only solution is to cut out all the shit from my life and remove all temptation. The poor quality people who don’t respect women. All the girls I had on my facebook with inproper intentions. You just can’t have this shit in your life, it amplifies the cunt in you and makes it rear its ugly head all too often. So I am concurrently eradicating all cunts from my faceboook. It’s going to be a long process I can tell you.
I’ve spent the last 5 years of my life out of the real world. Escaping. In many ways I have become a better person and I have expanded my mind greatly. Unfortunately the seeds of cunt were well embedded from my parents and friends from childhood and they have been allowed to grow too. So now I am a living dichotomy. Both an amazing kind person on the one hand and a total selfish cunt on the other. This decuntification process needs to be completed all the way to stop any chance of it blossoming again.
I snorted pretty much everything, my nose is possibly permantly fucked. I didn’t care then and I still don’t care because what I got out if it was more important than any physical damage to my body. Feels like I am going to have a heart attack but I know that’s just anxiety. That’s simple.
I still want to do drugs in the future but less often. And when I do do them I think the principle should be to go fucking large or go home.
Monday morning.
Then Ruth woke up and read even more of my previous conversation with Baz. She comes in crying. Fuck me, everything we have accomplished over the weekend has just been totally fucked up. Now I feel numb. What the fuck happens now?? Couldn’t the bitch just give me ONE fucking day to sort my life out and cleanse the shit out.
I slept a bit and I had some fucked up dreams. Two complete episodes of the Outer Limits fully constructed in my brain with exquisite detail. The most scary one was there there were two identical clones of myself and I could see myself through the eyes of one of them. Periodically it would switch and I would see my other self out the eyes of that person. I looked pretty zoned out, but this was of course another reality. Quite scary but very visual and sophisticated. Took a little valium and had some mega fucked up dreams. Lots of sleep paralysis and electric shock type seizures. It didn’t really matter though because I was still in a dream world. Actually I recognised it and wasn’t scared. It was like the K world, many of the same 2cb/MD hallucinations were amazingly still there. The room was different, the walls were glowing in colours and fractals and my friend Moritz from Germany was with me but looking like one of the green aliens from my mega trip on Saturday night.
I woke up feeling pretty shit with a renewed vigour to fix things. Remove bad people from facebook. E-mail my PhD supervisor and tell him it’s finally over. Sort my CV out. Get a job. Be true to my girlfriend and regain her trust. Back to reality.
There is still one other inner daemon I wrestling with. I’ve never told anyone about it and hope I won’t ever need to. That’s next on the hit list.
Once before when I have had mild temporary psychosis it has disturbed me greatly and I wanted out. Now I want in. This doesn’t make me feel remotely uncomfortable. I really believe am one of the masters of the K world and actually quite a significant intellect (even if I say so myself). Most people would have freaked the fuck out long before my journey ended. Even now I see a layer of reality that most normal people could never dream of seeing or even understand. I am very privileged. This is the first time I have understood a significant amount of it and retained it in my mind. In my memory for a long time. Long enough to fix problems and build bridges. The layer of perception of reality is so fascinating, I know now that I hallucinate all the time without even noticing it. Maybe from now on I will be able to spot little things. Clearly a delusion though. Are brains are way too clever to let us do that. Such a shame.
There is so much going on “between the lines” in reality. And I’m not ruling out that other people can see it all the time, or see some of it. Yesterday we met an old couple with 2 dogs. The woman is very spiritual and does all that yoga stuff. Normally I would have described her as mad-as-batshit. Now I saw her differently. I could actually sense some kind of energy coming from her. It’s as if she knew everything that had happened without me even saying anything. Perhaps there is more to this than I initially thought. Seems that there are many methods of spirituality and belief is a core requirement. I always took the cynical view that we are just physical bodies and when we die there is nothing, now I actually entertain the idea that we might exist in many other realities that are linked together at different macro levels. Scientists will just never get it, they are scratching at the surface of something which they are entirely ill equipped to understand. From the moment we are born, our brains are conditioned to see things a certain and narrow way. It has to be like that.
Call bullshit if you want, but I saw it with my own eyes. I was there. I want to be in control of surfing reality again, but I’m just going to have to let my subconscious brain do it for me for a while.
Why don’t therapists use entactogens and dissasosiatives? It’s so fucking simple.
Am I worried about being more “simple” after damaging my brain. No. It’s clear to me that we are all already too clever. We are way too hard wired. We need to see things differently and the more we break down established concepts the better. When K’d out to normal people I looked simple, I could barely string earthly words together. Actually I had hyper senses, and was tuned into far more of reality than I ever thought possible. Even with my eyes closed I could see space the way blind people describe they can, I could visualise, SEE not imagine the room I was in. I understood every working organ of ruth. I had the power to heal her. I could even visualise her breath in the room. I saw additional spaces that existed in the room that I otherwise wouldn’t have been aware of.
Another thing I realised is that the K world has it’s own soundtrack and music. I thought I was hearing the music from the sets I was listening to. I wasn’t. My brain was creating an entire sound track, language, voices, everything. It would often repeat with a kind of weird music and voices which kind of said something along the concept of “welcome to the K world”. I realised that I have heard this many times before, just never been able to remember it for this long.
It’s still fading away but I had to make some kind of record of the weekend that changed my life forever. It’s sad that it’s going but it’s time for a reality check.
Good bye for now K world, I love you. I’ll see you around some time.
edit--
Did I mention that all the people in Amnesia with me were little green aliens? I always seemed to be competing with 3 other key players in the K world. We were responsible for time and creating reality. We were doing everything we could to keep time running, but on a lower macro level. But we were running into a deadlock situation. Time was slowing down. We were racing in our spaceships down little tubes or corridors through space and there was a distinctive sound associated with every action we were making, and it drew a direct resemblance to this world. Eventually we lost. We had been racing to fix something but time stopped. I was just trapped looking at my TV screen with my eyes open but couldn't move. This was quite scary. Then the reset button got pressed. Time started again, and a new phase was entered.
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