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BaconBerry
A friend gave me four hits of acid last night. I sent him home with enough changa to melt his roommates. The acid was good and clean, but it was just acid. I piddled around for a few hours, had some nice insights lying in the backyard hammock. Then I said "Screw it, let's kick this up a notch." In my room, window a/c unit blasting, LED Christmas lights on, I loaded the Zong with a good sized bowl of changa (caapi, mullein, peppermint). One hit, two, I set the Zong down and it pops out of existence along with everything else by my bed. Ohhhh shit, I'm thinking. I look towards my bedroom door but the door morphs into a different wall, the door is gone, I have no idea how to get out of my room, which is no longer my room, nothing is the same. The window blips away along with the a/c unit. Various objects like Lego Slinkys flip around and change shape and I'm now thinking I did it now, good night nurse. I look toward my legs. I have no legs. I have no body. Where's the bed? I see my blanket but it starts to eat itself and I figure I'm about to die. I must've lay down by that point. I couldn't move at all and was baffled that this is what death is like. Did I die? Who's going to feed my dog? A sort of cloudy liquid bubble formed where the ceiling must have been. Then I'm staring at a brilliant purple light and the light is doing subtle energy work on me and I let it. Very gradually I came out of it. I'd lean up, see that I still didn't have a body, then lay back down. Features finally returned enough for me to sit fully up and just sit as my room continued to morph.