your average druggie
Bluelighter
not a psychedelic experience, but a crazy one.
around 2 days ago, me and my family went to the local detroit red wings game. at the time i had been with my brother who had been monitering my experience to make sure things didnt go south. i get a call to go upstairs from my sister. at this point all of the effects have kicked in and i feel a sense of euphoria for the comeup. as were driving to the rink i notice slight hallucinations like seeing my cat walking around in the car. still, my brother is watching me to make sure nothing goes bad. without thinking, i reach out for my cat to pet it. nothings there. this is when my brother realizes im stupid fucked up. what i could remember after that was he was speaking to me. not in englsh, more like a ancient foreign language. this is when i blackout. 4 or 5 minutes later i wokeup, not in a car but in the road. i start walking around but nobody is here. the streets of detroit are empty. i walk over to a corner store to light another blunt. as im smoking it, boom. i woke up in the detroit red wings rink. they had scored and i was stamding up cheering when i woke up. i quickly sat down confused and looked at my brother and he said "whats wrong" i responded with "ill be right back." i walked to the bathroom, and sat in there for god knows how long. my brother was searching for me at this point, and i heard him in the bathroom talking to my dad. i came out and told him what had happened, and he drove me home. i layed down for a while and had the craziest dreams. i remember one where i was walking with my dead grandma as she was talking about her old drug use and trips. she mentioned the same exact corner store i went to when i was unconcious. i told my dad about it and he said that the corner store had been replaced with a smoke shop many years ago, and my grandma worked at the corner store for several years. to this day, i dont know what happened or how i saw what i saw, but i believe it was a way of my grandma telling me to stop using, or else death would get me too. she died from a heroin overdose when i was 7 and was the only one running the corner store, therefore they had no workers and shut it down. weird, but really. really creepy.
i love you grandma, hope your doing well.
around 2 days ago, me and my family went to the local detroit red wings game. at the time i had been with my brother who had been monitering my experience to make sure things didnt go south. i get a call to go upstairs from my sister. at this point all of the effects have kicked in and i feel a sense of euphoria for the comeup. as were driving to the rink i notice slight hallucinations like seeing my cat walking around in the car. still, my brother is watching me to make sure nothing goes bad. without thinking, i reach out for my cat to pet it. nothings there. this is when my brother realizes im stupid fucked up. what i could remember after that was he was speaking to me. not in englsh, more like a ancient foreign language. this is when i blackout. 4 or 5 minutes later i wokeup, not in a car but in the road. i start walking around but nobody is here. the streets of detroit are empty. i walk over to a corner store to light another blunt. as im smoking it, boom. i woke up in the detroit red wings rink. they had scored and i was stamding up cheering when i woke up. i quickly sat down confused and looked at my brother and he said "whats wrong" i responded with "ill be right back." i walked to the bathroom, and sat in there for god knows how long. my brother was searching for me at this point, and i heard him in the bathroom talking to my dad. i came out and told him what had happened, and he drove me home. i layed down for a while and had the craziest dreams. i remember one where i was walking with my dead grandma as she was talking about her old drug use and trips. she mentioned the same exact corner store i went to when i was unconcious. i told my dad about it and he said that the corner store had been replaced with a smoke shop many years ago, and my grandma worked at the corner store for several years. to this day, i dont know what happened or how i saw what i saw, but i believe it was a way of my grandma telling me to stop using, or else death would get me too. she died from a heroin overdose when i was 7 and was the only one running the corner store, therefore they had no workers and shut it down. weird, but really. really creepy.
i love you grandma, hope your doing well.
