T1:45
A heavy peak with intense time dilation sweeps me up like floodwaters. The scape of open eyed visuals is that of brightly colored floral patterns overlaying everything. The edges of these patterns fractalize into infinite complexity, becoming variegated and frilly. Things then begin to paradoxically reduce in complexity, making the world appear pixelated, or reduced to polygons like early 3d-rendering. It feels like I am sinking and going numb. I feel like I can stand up and be functional if I want to, the headspace is fairly lucid. I just choose not to, it simply isn’t preferable in this mindset.
I am playing music from my laptop, my roommate and my friend have a ukulele and small keyboard and are playing accompaniments to it. It is a warm euphoric space of camaraderie and pleasant bonding. I close my eyes and am awestruck with the intensity and complexity of the visual world that followed.
The first thing that manifests is a teal and magenta afterimage, a snapshot of the very last thing I saw before closing my eyes. This image lingers briefly, then begins to melt and deconstruct, warp and drag and blur until it is an unrecognizable mess of prismatic geometry. Suddenly it is all swept away by images of vast landscapes and realms. These images are reminiscent of the anatomy of invertebrates-tentacles and gelatinous protuberances, the repeated or branching forms of gills and filters and appendages, all in fluid pulsing motion, all in a spectacular array of rainbow or pastel colors. In some instances, there appears to be a vast polychrome city of soft and drooping forms, like towers of melted ice cream and putty.
The images begin to repeat and fractalize, until it is repeated in an infinite field before me, each manifestation of the image overlapping the others, like a vast screen of shingles or scales, each scale with an image on it. The entire field of repeated images begins to ripple and pulse.
T2:00
The edges of my vision begin to ripple and fractalize into that same variegated pattern that appeared at the edges of the floral patterns. It is as though my entire field of vision has taken the form of a leaf or flower with intricately jagged edges. With my eyes closed, I am bombarded with more biomorphic images. Geometry forms into branches, rapidly replicating into fractal infinity, a beautiful representation of the recursion and replication inherent to all life forms. A great iridescent serpent slithers through a great pulsing rainbow landscape of mountains and hills. The hallucinatory visual field splits into segments, and it feels as though great segmented creatures are pulsing and thrashing against me. It feels like a rush, like cold water is pouring down my face. Everything in motion seems to leave behind 3 dimensional tracers, almost as if the “essence” or “soul” of all things in motion is trailing behind them, or perhaps it’s a representation of their kinetic energy when my vision is not bounded by linear time. This is present with both open and closed eyes. It feels like sounds are cushioning everything and outlining and encapsulating everything.
My laptop dies and I eagerly demonstrate that I can snap back into functionality by standing up, carrying it into the house, going upstairs and grabbing my charger, plugging it in, walking back outside, and plugging in the outdoor lights. I feel like I am melting and sinking when I sit still, but in motion I am acutely aware of my movement and momentum. This entire trip feels “pulsey”, “tentacley”, and “tendrilly” for lack of better or real words. None of this is remotely frightening or distressing, rather it is all quite whimsical and fantastic and fills me with wonderment.
T2:45
It feels as though I have very suddenly come down, I am at a very functional level of sobriety both mentally and physically. My short term memory feels a bit stunted, but aside from that the drug only lingers in a pleasant glow, a numb warmth in my body, a gentle buzz in my head, and calm visuals playing on the walls. I play videogames with my friend and roommate.
T4:30
I smoke a lot of weed. It kicks things back up. I feel a weight in my head that I often get from dissociatives, and it feels like a numbing energy is pulsing through my extremities. The visuals pick up and play again, and my short term memory seems to get tired and take a break. The only closed eyed visual I recall from this point was an image of a 3D rendered robotic arm, jerking back and forth and flailing about.
