First Saliva tripI laid down on some rocks and was staring at the sky. A door forms in one the clouds and gradually starts to open. Next thing i know, i am being violently pulled through the open door in the sky. on the other side of the door, i found myself having a discussion with Little Foot, a character from the movie "Land Before Time. he proceeds to explain to me that i have opened the gate of multiple dimensions, and that i have transcended away from my home reality. he also explained that the drug i had ingested had nothing to do with why i slipped away from the bounds of reality, but that i was chosen for a special purpose. i didn't want anything to do with his "mission" and yelled at him that all i wanted to do was get back to my home reality, and that i couldn't live with the thought of never seeing my friends and family again. i ran away from him in search of an escape back to my home. while searching,
this is where things get really hard to explain.....
my home reality was placed on the left side of my head, both weighing me down to that side, but also showing me that reality was really close in reach. however random things would cause me to fall further away from my original reality, shifting my original reality to be more and more realities away. every time i experienced a shift, all other reality that i had previously been in would add on to that weight on the side of my head, and would thus cause me anxiety that i would never find my way back.
each reality i experienced was different too. in some everything was small, others everything was huge, ect
one really weird one was where nothing existed except me. i was floating in an empty white space. kind of like this
/images/flash_video_placeholder.png
on acid or shrooms, my bad trips usually arn't because of anything ridiculous. its mostly just cause by random anxiety and bad vibes from certain situations. an example of my thought processing during my last bad trip was like this
"what is wrong with everyone? why is there no communication? i feel like were all on different planes, different levels of consciousness. is there really this separation? try saying something...we are on different levels. there is a separation between us. its the ego. they refuse to give in. fuck, i need to get outa here. i need something new. someplace nice, to restart my stream into something more beautiful. i need to get away from these people, these vibs, i need to get them on my level, we need equal ground" blah blah blah
that night i ended curling up in a ball on a couch and watched geometrical patterns on my eyelids for many hours before passing out. but anyway, that my basic bad trip right there. bad vibes