Posted on Friday, February 3, 2012
in Strange and Unusual
I don’t know what it feels like to drop acid. Do I miss not experiencing it though? I don’t think so. I’ve heard about people having mad conversations with cows in fields, running terrified from evil statues. It doesn’t sound like a great buzz to me, nor do the flashbacks, should they happen to weirdly re-appear when conversing with teacher-type persons whose blouses confuse me.
Besides, I think I’ve rough idea already of how an acid trip might feel, because I vividly remember tripping as a kid, madly enough. I remember waking up from fevered dreams rooting frantically among the bedcovers searching for my sandwiches or trying to pass the ball and snapping-to in darkness oblivion, confused, spaced.
I thought I was the only one, too, until I recalled the experience to others who recalled the same thing back to me in turn. This made me wonder if EVERYBODY experienced it as a child. Then I wondered why we don’t experience it as adults! How unfair is that, that nature deprives us of the free buzz when we seem to need it most!
I’m talking about those midnight fevers. You know the ones… you’re dreaming about vast black infinite space in which large spools are spinning… some so incredulously fast that they can twist reality into a cruel joke, some crawl so slow so as to instill an ominous fear in you like you know that eventually it’ll hit you and squish you flat. Sometimes you might be standing on the edge of one of those shapes and you feel like you could easily topple into a mysterious void never to be found again and you open your eyes and watch in delerium as the rectangular halo around your bedroom door creeps closer and closer and tells you it’s going to eat you…
…or am I just imagining the whole thing?