Micah
by on August 14, 2019
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Retro Room Trip

This trip I call The Lunch Trip. The other day I came home from work for a quick bite and I decided to clean my rig and check on the progress of my reclaimed spice (see my Recycle Reuse… post). The crystallization seemed to finally plateau and so I did a quick dry session with a small fan (Note: these reclaimed spices don’t stick to the glass like early pulls so be careful with the fan.)  I had the time and the means so I indulged. This Lunch Trip would be my first redemption of my newly accrued frequent flyer miles.

I feel as though I am now becoming pretty experienced with this drug and I have been able to focus more on the exploration and documentation process than the wonderment of it all. The sequencing has become fairly predictable; First ingest and exhalation is the full flavored primer for hit number two, hit number two turns on the high definition resolution center ready to receive data from exhale number two, exhale number two brings on the audio and sense of loss of gravity, hit number three reveals the surrounding space to be synthetically real, exhale number three cranks up the ISO to 1600 and all light becomes daylight along with the ascending DMT turbine whine, hit four and the familiarness of it all enters with a triumphant certainty as my eyes close and I exhale into the waiting room. As I I enter through the waiting room I keep saying to myself, Why don’t you remember this? This is easy, you’ve seen it a million times!, What’s with the fucking confetti candy?, and then poof, I’m just there.

The frequent flyer miles I had just redeemed were just as effective as the original travel currency, but my points were light and this trip would be a short one for sure. My trip themes are now confirmed to be 100% carnival like. It’s a welcoming place, lit in orange and yellow and set in a 60’s early 70’s motif.  Every entity (this time there were several, all human-like, colorfully dressed like go-go girls) seemed to be friendly, knew me and very happy to see me. There is a language or a rhythmic sound coming out of them, or maybe it’s coming out of the space which sounds something like carnival music being played in reverse. Little pops and rhythmic tones like “snnnurp-boop-bthupt”, played over and over with a circus style beat but off timingly segmented by a sharp, low frequency pop. 

Again, what is with this retro feel? Why is this my realm? I’m too young for this to be my go-to place. This time there were no flying tits or dicks trying to fuck with me, but was once again there was a carousel effect of these entities coming toward me in droves, showing me everything they could. One after another they came to my attention with a friendly fever. Their hands jestering in sweeping motions as if presenting a game show prize, here you go and See this.

There were also hovering entities who would stand in my peripheral view, just a leg, or the back of their head, completely there yet not there. They felt like an authority, or watchers, but they did nothing. My attention toward them was quickly replaced by the go-go girls who were walking me through this world of colors and shapes, seemingly giving me a tour while they were abundantly aware of the brevity of my trip. Ultimately they were walking me towards the exit, and I noticed. It only too a hint of the dose wearing its effect to change everything around me. The music was dimming. The lights while still bright dropped lower like being the last shopper at warehouse store. I tried to hold on, and I said I wanted to stay longer. They seemed to want me to stay longer too, and for a second it seemed as though I was extending the ride, but as they held their hands on what I could tell to be a large exit door with their heads and shoulders peaking around the edge of this door it was abundantly obvious, the door had to close. I was on the outside of this door and they were telling me it was time to go, and I could only watch as they eased the door shut. It felt like a large hand had closed my eyes shut at the same time as the door did. The strange sounds and lights all stopped once this door was closed and my vision was instantly replaced with greyness. Like the end of a funhouse ride the lunch trip was over. 

 

Man it seemed so very short. It was maybe only a couple of minutes max.  I immediately wanted to go back, but I still had my post trip hallucinations to get through. When I opened my eyes the ceiling was once again a familiar pattern of ornate lattices, popping off the surface and out of the orange peel texture. I remember thinking “It’s not as impressive as it used to be” and yet it was. I sat up from my bed and then stood to stand in front of the closet mirror. My feet and legs felt light and spongy, and as I walked over to the mirror it felt as though there was a time slip with my body being closer to the closet while my mind was two steps behind.  I’ve learned that If I blinked I would instantly pop back into standard reality, but if I kept them open and if I didn’t focus on any one thing then everything would remain peeled open around me. Staring at my peripheral reflection I could see beyond the mirror. The mirror seemed like a two way mirror, transparent and offset. I stared and stared and I could almost see a room behind my reflection. Fuck, my eyes were watering and I had to blink. Blink. The room jumped back into this reality. The trip was over. 

 

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Ernie
Its funny that you noted an obvious "retro" vibe, I ussually get something very similar, like space disco gypsies .
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Shaboy
Thanks for sharing, awesome report!
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Ernie
Oh yeah, perfect write up, I felt like I was there
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