Every cell of my body was being pulled magnetically through the vortex. The cells on the front of my body were pulling, those on the back of my body were pushing, hard. For some reason I never looked at the center of the vortex (it was blindingly bright.) Instead I was looking at the world through the side walls of this unbelievable powerful tractor beam. It pulled me up off the floor and straight towards the front door. I held on to a wall to keep from being pulled outside. I had read over and over again that I was supposed to lay down and let the Salvia pull my soul away, but I was incapable of doing so. I felt like my body had been grabbed instead of my consciousness and I was helpless to change the nature of the trip. I tried to move across the force of the pull, to see if the direction of the pull stayed constant. It did. It was pulling due west no matter where in the house I managed to crawl.
After a few minutes (which seemed much, much longer) the pull subsided and I was allowed to walk freely. I lay on my bed and marveled at the large, geometric closed eye visuals. Large triangular constructions and swirling detailed spiked pods rotated before my eyes. I saw pairs of smiling eyes and continued to hear the faint rumble. I fell asleep on the bed about an hour and a half after I smoked. I was woken up later that evening by my wife and her friends returning from the bar. They couldn't get in the front door because I had chained it from the inside. They were a little confused, and a lot drunk "Why's the door chained?" *laugh*laugh* "Who were you afraid of?!" *giggle*giggle* "Who did you think was going to try and get in?"
"I was afraid I might get out." I said.
They stopped laughing.
― Squirrel_Police (Squirrel_Police), Thursday, 22 April 2004 18:28 (twenty-two years ago)