25B-NBOMe

 

So, I got to meet 25B-NBOMe yesterday. One was great, two would have been better. But in short, it was wonderful and I’d try it again.

We got the place nice and clean and set up a cuddle pile on the bed. Following Brian’s advice to the letter to make sure we had a safe and happy experience.

Brian started first and I waited a half hour…started exactly at 4:20 because I knew I’d remember that time, heh.

We came to realize it must be sublingually, as in under the tongue. I feel a little bad he didn’t see all the things I did, but there will be other chances.

Very chemical metallic taste. Not horrible, but not exactly tasty. The taste and mouth numbing let me know there was definitely something there.

Played Bump N’ Jump on Nes rom as I waited. The colors looked brighter and nicer after a while. After it was fully dissolved, a short time later the shirt and jacket on my bicycle looked like a small, friendly black horse.

I could separate reality from illusion and I knew it wasn’t really a horse, but it looked like one. I thought of my childhood rocking horse and mentally decided to name the horse figure “Trigger” in honor of the rocking horse.

A horrible smell of burning fills my nostrils. I need to be reassured that nothing is on fire. Okay, I’m seeing a horse in the clothing and I smell fire. We’re onto something big here. Light some incense to drive away the burning smell.

My body feels weird. Like being really high, yet different. A sort of static prickly tension throughout. Checking the mail, Brian notes my movements are somewhat stiff.

The grains in the wood in my desk pop up and the contrast between the lines and the burn marks is very apparent. Every single line in the wood grain becomes very interesting.

Something similar happens with the bathroom towels. The towels seem to be caught in a very light wind and they gently move. I see every fiber of the towel, see all the tiny braids in the fibers that compose one fiber of the towel. The towel grows and encompasses my vision. I become lost in admiring the sheer beauty of all the tiny strands of cotton that compose this towel. I am amazed by the fact that so many tiny cotton strands can make one big lovely towel.

I realize I’ve long finished urinating and I’m sitting with my pants around my ankles, staring at the towels and I reluctantly draw myself away.

Like with marijuana, my stomach feels like an empty void that needs to be filled with food. The suggestion of spring rolls is met with a resounding yes. I will even buy some additional food. Chinese food would be wonderful. Unfortunately I have the seemingly impossible task of putting on my shoes and getting out of my chair. Gentle urgings from Brian and the siren song of Chinese help spur me on.

A small pink hippo or elephant drifts by the rat cage. It becomes a pink potato and as it approaches the ceiling, it grows wings and cat ears and it floats through the ceiling to disappear.

Okay the potato hippo angel has gone away, time for food.

I feel alternating between hot and cold, somewhat like a cold. My temperature regulation is completely off. I don my hoodie. It feels like a soft warm hug and it’s like armor. It’ll keep me safe and warm.

It is amazingly easy to see figures in the clouds. A cloud pig with a spear urges on an army of horses across the sky. The clouds later resemble the dancing hippos in Disney’s Fantasia.

Chinese food is closed early, but I don’t care. I want spring rolls, but it’s okay. There’s lots of good food in this city, just keep moving. Everything is exceedingly beautiful here. We will find good food somewhere.

I am drawn to the pretty wobbly bricks on a grey building. Brian informs me that it’s a bar. The fact didn’t even register to me. I just liked the wibbly wobbly wall.

We finally settle on Coney Island food. It’s on the way home and it’s bound to be good. The sun is setting and the sunset looks lovely like any other sunset, but nothing remarkable about it. I start to wonder if I’m sobering up.

An orange hand appears in the parking lot and it floats along. Broken up into the various parts that composed the hand. It was as if the hand was there to wave and say “Hi there! You’re still tripping!” The hand follows me in and becomes a paw print and it firmly planted itself on the bulletin board in the restaurant entrance. I point at the paw and Brian doesn’t see it. I wish he could. It feels unfair that I can see the paw print and he can’t.

I’m drawn more to the various nuances in the menu and settle on something familiar to eat. I see the clip art fish near the dollar sign on the fish dinner and conclude that fish are caught on hooks and the fish is like us, hooked on the symbol for money.

The stuff has turned me into a bit of a hippy.

I stare at the reflection of the baseball game in the window and enjoy how parts of the sky look green.

Brian orders for us. Even after rehearsing our order several times in my head, I just can’t say it properly. The conversations we overhear seem ridiculous and we giggle. Brian had a giggle fit and we just couldn’t look at each other for a bit. It feels like we’re sharing a great secret these poor fools could never hope to understand.

Food is great and the onions and mustard absolutely glisten and shine on the hot dog. I feel a little bad eating the hot dog, thinking of the parts of the pig that made this hot dog.

The waitress lady is wonderful and I want to tip her, but I just can’t do math. Brian helps me come up with a reasonable tip before we set out again.

The ridges on the grass as we walk look even more pronounced and the lighter spots look like mist. I look at a particularly deep portion of misty grass and wonder how soft and nice it would feel to roll around in it. I hug my hoodie tighter. It would feel as soft and nice as this hoodie. I already know how nice the misty grass will feel.

We walk along the back road the Meijer.

The car headlights were already looking nice and they continue to look nice. Car headlights and streetlights grow outwards in a starburst pattern. There’s a rainbow in each point of the starburst. Rainbows radiate from each point in the starburst of light. I’m seeing the white light broken down into the rainbow of light that composes white light. I look away, try and rub my eyes, but it looks the same when I look again.

I watch a pink bunny as we walk. The pink bunny bounds along with us. The bunny dashes across the street into oncoming traffic. I feel a brief moment of fear, worrying about the cars running over the bunny.

I forget that non-corporeal bunnies can’t be hurt by cars. The bunny makes its way across the street safely and it back flips and arcs across the sky, transforming into a green sea turtle as it dives and disappears behind a wooden fence.

We continue on home and the lights are still beautiful rainbow starbursts. A big pink butterfly occasionally flutters along in the grass with us.

I should also mention that the animals I saw were like cave drawings. Very basic figures with animal outlines. Outlines close enough to resemble animals, but they didn’t look like actual animals.

Although it was really interesting as the bunny was arcing over the lights of the gas station and it was illuminated by the lights shining through its translucent body.

All throughout, I felt intense love and connection to Brian. I felt like I did when we first started dating. Completely in awe of him and wanting nothing more than him hugging me close.

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I felt sluggish and tired today. I had trouble dealing with customers today. A few people were complaining about prices and I didn’t know how to respond. No anger, frustration or sympathy. Just blank. Things cost money. I don’t know why. Why are words still coming out of your mouth like verbal diarrhea?

I didn’t want to talk to people or deal with people, but they still kept talking to me and bothering me.

It felt like an almost shamanistic experience. Friendly dream animals accompanying me along my trip. There was never any fear or threat from the animals, they were my happy little friends joining me.

I reached a happy, almost childlike state. It felt wonderful pouncing into the cuddle pile and hugging my panda when we got back home.

Going to work the next day was especially jarring after that.

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Oh yes and prior to things beginning, I downloaded The Wall by Pink Floyd. I started to watch it, but I couldn’t. The beginning scenes completely put me off. I want to be nice and happy, I don’t need to see people getting blown up and hurt in a war. Fuck this movie. Heh.