pattycakes_
Can turn naughty
Salvia always made me laugh hysterically, sometimes to the point where snot was coming out my nose. The recurring theme every time I did it was an invisible cylindrical force in perpetual motion with a magnetic pull. One time when I looked up where the walls met the ceiling, they wouldn't actually change shape, but it was as if this spinning circular force was pulling at them to conform to it. The area where the force was had a plasmic fuzziness to it. Faint but there. The whole room felt like a carousel. Unnerving but inexplicably hilarious at the same time.
Strongest ever one was 60x which transported me to another place all together. Like you said, it just comes on. You don't feel the transition. One minute I'm in my flat on my bed, toking on a pipe, the next minute I'm sat on an armchair, securely bolted to the top of a large old station wagon zooming down one of those perfectly straight American desert highways that stretch for miles. The wind whipping against my face. The sun on my skin, could smell the hot sand. Exhilarating. This goes on for a while until I see a green road sign in the distance. Getting closer I see some yellow text on the sign that I didn't manage to make out. Closer still, the text all coagulates into a 3D cube, detaches from the sign, floats it the air and starts to inflate. The edges becoming rounded. Closing in on it as it continues to grow, my whole field of vision becomes all yellow. But wait... eh? Its a giant lego head. Only it has an ear, which I'm being pushed towards, the car gone now I'm just floating in a plastic yellow void. Next thing I'm sitting in the ear with my elbow resting out on the lobe. A slight mechanical judder and the ear starts to move forward. Field of vision still completely lego yellow. I realise it's a ferris wheel, but somethings stopping me from going with it. I'm held in place in the starting position, but the ear carriage keeps moving forward. It pushes me but I can't go with it. I'm not even sure if I want to. The seat eventually breaks the seal of resistance and starts to push through my body. I can feel the grain of the wood, like an old park bench rubbing against my legs, pass up through my guts, through my throat and graze against my teeth, can even taste the wood on my tongue. Surprisingly not disturbed, more just blown away by this totally alien sensation all the while engulfed in yellow nothingness. Came to not long after that.
