Cloud The Wizard
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I'm going to explain everything in detail, so for those who don't like reading: I thought my house traveled a couple hundred years in the past and I was the creator of the universe with my god wife.
A few months ago my girlfriend and I were alone at my house for the week; because we had so much time, we decided to take acid for the first time. Well, "acid", is what I was told I was getting from the greasy ghetto kid on the west side of the city. Just like every night, we decided to get stoned, but tonight was different, because it was the night we decided to do "acid". We got stoned, ordered pizza and enjoyed, and then headed to my room to have a life-changing experience. The weirdest part is... I still believe everything that happened, was true.
The guy told me, "take two for better effects", but I had five because my friend wanted one, so because I was stoned and stupid, I took three, while my girlfriend took two. I'm not sure why, because I knew that it was my first time, but I thought I would be able to handle it because of how well I'm able to handle my light case of Schizophrenia. Let me tell you, I was not able to handle it, at all. We were on Skype with my friend as we took these things, keeping them under our tongues, and about 10 minutes later, it was on. We were literally crying from laughter just by looking at words on the screen. I read online that it would take an hour to kick in, but when I could hardly breathe from laughter after 10 minutes, I knew things were going to get pretty fucked.
Although we had a hard time keeping the laptop off of the floor, my friend on Skype decided it would be a good idea to come over, because we were clearly NOT okay. By the time he made it here, the drug had taken full effect. All I remember was sitting on the couch, my laptop set to a safe place, and laughing my ass off with my girlfriend while slowly blacking out. In the middle of blacking out, my cell phone rang; as soon as I answered it, I became blind. My brain was literally in another dimension. According to him, on the phone all I said was "random gibberish he couldn't understand", because I think the ring tone on my phone from him calling me is what really kicked it off. Although everything was dark, and I thought I blacked out, I could still move, which made me think that everything in reality was a dream. All I remember hearing in the phone call was, "I'm at the door", and that's what made me run upstairs as fast as I could, and run to the door where I struggled to get it unlocked. As soon as I did, I had an even deeper state of blackout. Now this I don't remember, but my friend told me that when I opened the door I was just in my pajama pants and t-shirt, and my hair was completely covering my face, and I could hardly speak, but when I did, it wasn't English. I ran outside onto my front lawn, flailing my arms around, while my friend tried getting me back inside. I stumbled all over my lawn for about five minutes until he got me back on my steps, and then I grabbed the Welcome sign and threw it on my lawn as far as I could, and then ran back inside, as if I was scared he was going to be mad at me for throwing the sign. As soon as I got inside, my memory snapped back into place; I went downstairs, quite abnormally, if you consider running backwards down your stairs as abnormal. The only reason I didn't fall, is because of the "possessed state" I was in.
Now it was just me, my girlfriend, and my friend in my room. My girlfriend was just sitting on the couch tripping out, my friend was standing at the bottom of the stair case, and I was sitting on the couch as well, also tripping out. This is where things started getting weird. For no reason, I punched my girlfriend in the face, and then I laid on the couch and kicked her a few times, thus making her cry (obviously). Then I started uncontrollably throwing my body around my room, like I had the intention to break things with my body. I slammed into my TV, almost knocking it over, but my friend rushed over and saved it. Then my speakers, and other random things, but my friend luckily saved them too. After the reckless flailing, I began to relax, and my girlfriend stopped crying. They decided to record me, because I was so fucked up, sending snap chats and taking videos for themselves. All I did was contemplate reality, because honestly I had no idea what was; the ground wasn't there anymore, there was just darkness, filled with colours dancing around in my mind. My whole world was flipping upside down and around and everywhere, putting me under the impression that my room was the whole universe, exploding with colour, and that everything outside of it was just black darkness. The constant spinning and bending of the world made me a little sick... well, a lot sick. I threw up, everywhere, and as soon as I felt the ooze crawl up my throat, I instantly felt and thought that I was just a pile of mud. (I didn't even know I puked until 10 hours later). I started by throwing up onto my girlfriend, and then I slowly walked over to my friend, trying to talk while throwing up at the same time, because I didn't even know that I was throwing up, and I almost threw up on him, then they tried getting me into the bathroom, but when they did, I threw up everywhere except in the toilet (oh well, at least it's contained in a small cleanable room now).
At this point my friend was done, he thought we would be fine since we took "non-toxic LSD", and just didn't enjoy the sight or smell of throw up, which makes sense, so he left.
Now we're two hours into the trip, and I gotta say that I don't remember the next six hours. My girlfriend told me that she took the clothes that were covered in puke, and put them all into a basket, so the only thing that was covered was part of my couch, and the whole bathroom. Then I guess we just tripped for a while, so it went back to good for that time, because I remember just constantly trying to figure out what reality was, but it was colourful and magical. Then it stopped... Six hours later... I didn't feel right... I went from warm to cold, started shaking really fast, and everything felt like sludge. Everything around me was black and white, like I was in a dark dream world that you see in video games. All I could hear was, "take your clothes off", which was coming from my girlfriend because they had puke on them. According to my girlfriend, I then stripped naked and was yelling at her loudly that I wanted to have sex, but all I remember was getting on the floor against the wall, and looking up at the top of my stairs to see a tall male staring at me. I was laying there, cold as fuck, thinking that I was a cinder block, staring at the ghostly figure at the top of my stairs. He was tall, I couldn't tell if he had clothes on or not because he was just a white figure, and he glowed extremely bright. After watching me for a while, he walked away and closed the door behind him, frightening me to the point where I started peeing all over myself.
About 6 AM. Laying on my floor naked. Covered in my own pee. Thinking I was a cinder block and just saw this god-like man.
A few months ago my girlfriend and I were alone at my house for the week; because we had so much time, we decided to take acid for the first time. Well, "acid", is what I was told I was getting from the greasy ghetto kid on the west side of the city. Just like every night, we decided to get stoned, but tonight was different, because it was the night we decided to do "acid". We got stoned, ordered pizza and enjoyed, and then headed to my room to have a life-changing experience. The weirdest part is... I still believe everything that happened, was true.
The guy told me, "take two for better effects", but I had five because my friend wanted one, so because I was stoned and stupid, I took three, while my girlfriend took two. I'm not sure why, because I knew that it was my first time, but I thought I would be able to handle it because of how well I'm able to handle my light case of Schizophrenia. Let me tell you, I was not able to handle it, at all. We were on Skype with my friend as we took these things, keeping them under our tongues, and about 10 minutes later, it was on. We were literally crying from laughter just by looking at words on the screen. I read online that it would take an hour to kick in, but when I could hardly breathe from laughter after 10 minutes, I knew things were going to get pretty fucked.
Although we had a hard time keeping the laptop off of the floor, my friend on Skype decided it would be a good idea to come over, because we were clearly NOT okay. By the time he made it here, the drug had taken full effect. All I remember was sitting on the couch, my laptop set to a safe place, and laughing my ass off with my girlfriend while slowly blacking out. In the middle of blacking out, my cell phone rang; as soon as I answered it, I became blind. My brain was literally in another dimension. According to him, on the phone all I said was "random gibberish he couldn't understand", because I think the ring tone on my phone from him calling me is what really kicked it off. Although everything was dark, and I thought I blacked out, I could still move, which made me think that everything in reality was a dream. All I remember hearing in the phone call was, "I'm at the door", and that's what made me run upstairs as fast as I could, and run to the door where I struggled to get it unlocked. As soon as I did, I had an even deeper state of blackout. Now this I don't remember, but my friend told me that when I opened the door I was just in my pajama pants and t-shirt, and my hair was completely covering my face, and I could hardly speak, but when I did, it wasn't English. I ran outside onto my front lawn, flailing my arms around, while my friend tried getting me back inside. I stumbled all over my lawn for about five minutes until he got me back on my steps, and then I grabbed the Welcome sign and threw it on my lawn as far as I could, and then ran back inside, as if I was scared he was going to be mad at me for throwing the sign. As soon as I got inside, my memory snapped back into place; I went downstairs, quite abnormally, if you consider running backwards down your stairs as abnormal. The only reason I didn't fall, is because of the "possessed state" I was in.
Now it was just me, my girlfriend, and my friend in my room. My girlfriend was just sitting on the couch tripping out, my friend was standing at the bottom of the stair case, and I was sitting on the couch as well, also tripping out. This is where things started getting weird. For no reason, I punched my girlfriend in the face, and then I laid on the couch and kicked her a few times, thus making her cry (obviously). Then I started uncontrollably throwing my body around my room, like I had the intention to break things with my body. I slammed into my TV, almost knocking it over, but my friend rushed over and saved it. Then my speakers, and other random things, but my friend luckily saved them too. After the reckless flailing, I began to relax, and my girlfriend stopped crying. They decided to record me, because I was so fucked up, sending snap chats and taking videos for themselves. All I did was contemplate reality, because honestly I had no idea what was; the ground wasn't there anymore, there was just darkness, filled with colours dancing around in my mind. My whole world was flipping upside down and around and everywhere, putting me under the impression that my room was the whole universe, exploding with colour, and that everything outside of it was just black darkness. The constant spinning and bending of the world made me a little sick... well, a lot sick. I threw up, everywhere, and as soon as I felt the ooze crawl up my throat, I instantly felt and thought that I was just a pile of mud. (I didn't even know I puked until 10 hours later). I started by throwing up onto my girlfriend, and then I slowly walked over to my friend, trying to talk while throwing up at the same time, because I didn't even know that I was throwing up, and I almost threw up on him, then they tried getting me into the bathroom, but when they did, I threw up everywhere except in the toilet (oh well, at least it's contained in a small cleanable room now).
At this point my friend was done, he thought we would be fine since we took "non-toxic LSD", and just didn't enjoy the sight or smell of throw up, which makes sense, so he left.
Now we're two hours into the trip, and I gotta say that I don't remember the next six hours. My girlfriend told me that she took the clothes that were covered in puke, and put them all into a basket, so the only thing that was covered was part of my couch, and the whole bathroom. Then I guess we just tripped for a while, so it went back to good for that time, because I remember just constantly trying to figure out what reality was, but it was colourful and magical. Then it stopped... Six hours later... I didn't feel right... I went from warm to cold, started shaking really fast, and everything felt like sludge. Everything around me was black and white, like I was in a dark dream world that you see in video games. All I could hear was, "take your clothes off", which was coming from my girlfriend because they had puke on them. According to my girlfriend, I then stripped naked and was yelling at her loudly that I wanted to have sex, but all I remember was getting on the floor against the wall, and looking up at the top of my stairs to see a tall male staring at me. I was laying there, cold as fuck, thinking that I was a cinder block, staring at the ghostly figure at the top of my stairs. He was tall, I couldn't tell if he had clothes on or not because he was just a white figure, and he glowed extremely bright. After watching me for a while, he walked away and closed the door behind him, frightening me to the point where I started peeing all over myself.
About 6 AM. Laying on my floor naked. Covered in my own pee. Thinking I was a cinder block and just saw this god-like man.