"More Than A Trip" - By Jimmy

I laid back on the floor in an empty room after Sara (my sitter) took the bong. The air began to congeal as I breathed it, and I laughed at the curiousness of the sensation. Very quickly laughter overcame me, and I heard Sara laughing also. I became self-conscious, and worried that Sara might be judging me or my behavior (I have problems with fear of others' judgment), but I could not stop laughing. Sara's laughter and my own began to intermingle and soon I had no control at all; I was being laughed, and quite forcefully. There was no humor or joy of my own in it, just this maniacal laughter spewing forth from me. In a moment I realized that I could, in a sense, navigate by controlling my laughter.

Each time I breathed in and began another Bwaaaa- haaaa haaa haaa, the bwaa was a leap away from herenow in a fourth orthogonal direction that I had never noticed existed before. After the third or fourth bwaa, I realized there was no need to be self conscious, since I had left Sara back in that empty room in an entirely different dimension. I became further amused by the realization that I had a destination, and that I would arrive on the ninth bwaa. And so it was. I believe after nine bwaas, I sat up suddenly and yelled "OKAY!!" then fell back to the floor, though I have no recollection of that. And Sara wasn't counting my bwaas, either.

Regardless, I had arrived at my destination, which was a sort of metaphorical closet, filled with stuffed animals and blankets that were somewhat damp and moldy, but nonetheless comforting. I rolled around in these warm soft things for a few subjective hours, and then became aware that the closet door was open, just a crack, and an intense yellow light emanated from the other side. Thus began the hazier part of the experience. Several things were happening at the same time, but the sense I had was that I, or that part of me that exists outside the structure of my brain, was being injected into other people's brains. There was a rolodex of brains available, people of vastly different realities, and as the rolodex flipped, I jumped into and out of their neuronal structures. Each was very different, some were alltogether foreign. There is only one that really persisted in my memory, and that was the brain of a housewife who had a shitload of cleaning to do; I was intensely relieved to jump out of that brain.

During this time, I was trying to operate the rolodex by rotating my body with an arm and leg up in the air. I was not breathing well, due to the viscosity of the air and the fact that I was still laughing hysterically, and I began to tire. Subjectively a week might have passed since the experience began (in hindsight), though since I had no memory of the reality I had left behind, I thought that I was in some hyperdimensional limbo state, indeed that I had always been there, and that I could never possibly get any rest, since I could not stay in any one brain for more than a minute. At this point a certain terror began to rise in me, but at the same time faded, as the effects were wearing off. I opened my eyes and was absolutely flabbergasted to find myself here in this room with Sara sitting in the corner. Of the infinite potentialities, how could I have possibly ended up here? Well, I had been here before, and there was a certain familiarity to it that was somewhat comforting, but I was certain that this was not the same place I had left.

There were subtle differences. There were green blinds drawn over the windows, which had been bare, and there was a clothes hanger and a plastic bag lying on the floor. How did they get there? I grilled Sara over these inconsistencies. Then I became self consious again, worrying that I might have said or done any number of terrible things while I was gone. After some time, Sara convinced me that everything was normal and that I had done nothing but roll around on the floor laughing and making strange noises for a few minutes. I must say that I had read many trip reports, that I have done lots of psychedelics in my day, and that absolutely nothing could ever have prepared me for that experience.