Maybe there’s more, maybe there isn’t but dicks and tits are funny

I took five hits.I’m nearly all out of my stash now, and I cannot with certainty say I’ve had a breakthrough as others have described it, but perhaps this is all I’m meant to experience. My first trip was as others have described, fractalization of my surroundings, octagonal mesh around everything, comic book self image, and then the tunnels of warped geometric lights when closing my eyes, but no entities, no message. As the days passed on, I would try again, upping the dose, holding it longer but the effects were changing; less octagons, less lights and still no breakthrough. The one common experience is the ramping up of an audible hum or whine. It sounds like a jetliner engines ramping up as if to explode. This sound is matched by the intensity of my surrounding light sources getting brighter and brighter. The other common factor is in how much the slightest lucid thought can drop you down or even out of the drug’s effect. “Did I get enough? I didn't get enough “ or a dog’s bark instantly flattens the momentum of the sound and light. Today, oh today. Today I went further than any other time yet I’m still apprehensive about classifying it as a breakthrough. I skipped the fractals, and allowed myself to be soaked in by the light and jet noise and before I knew it, I was presented with what I can only describe as a tailored experience for the earthbound me. I was in a world that was a cross between a 1970’s space ship tv show like BuckRogers, Star Trek, and the movie Wall-e. The world was decorated in this clean, retro art, lots of orange with vibrant blue skies. I was floating on my back, or on a bed and there were what think were glimpses of women sending me off with a push, their hands extending while saying “There you go”. Over and over they would carousel in, “There you go”, “There yo go” and then the comedy entered in. Their breast started to brush my body from my feet up to my head, boob after boob, perfectly shaped and soft and then… a cock. A cock waved in with the same glowing and gliding ease as the tits. I laughed each time a phallic shaped object would wizz over my head. I looked around and there were brand logos everywhere on the walls, similar looking to the beats audio logo,simple, and a clean design but when I looked closer, hidden in the details where penis glyphs. Again, I laughed. All I could think was “is this what you think I want?”, “is this how it’s going to play out?”. Then another cock. LolWith this trip there was a low, and loud wobbly tone like a binaural beat surrounding me. After thinking my ride was not going to go anywhere I forced myself out so that I could still experience the visual effects before the drug wore off. This rumble followed me out as my eyes opened as if it was a friend helping me up and out. The slats of wood between my patio joists had a glass like appearance with blue and magenta edges defining each slat and each joist. As I sat up from our hammock I stared at my wife’s face and she too had a similar glasslike look but she had beautiful henna designs clearly surrounding her eyes, forehead and chest. They were moving! She was eating a carrot and I could see all of her facial muscles moving as she chewed. There was particularly large henna on here chest that looked like a lotus flower which would grow more intense in darkness as she breathed in and out. It was amazing to see and it was interesting how specifically it was placed and how symmetrical it was. Her first words to me were, “why were you laughing?”. Dicks my dear. Dicks and tits love.So was this a breakthrough? I don’t think so, but it was an absolute blast.