I should preface this by saying, this trip was so bad that when I was half-sober, I tried to delete this blog.

It was like this. I was sat on the edge of my bed. Railway tracks ran by my feet, at speed. At the start of the trip I was listening to Space Maker by Air. There was a female vocalist, who was tiny, angelic and golden in my stoned state. Then this traintrack started whizzing by, one sleeper for every note, and I had to do something because there were people coming, and I had to do something and it was all going fast, not enough time… For a moment it looked as if I was sat in a dip and the other bits of the room were higher. I’m also thinking of yellow quite a lot. It was horrible.

Now I’m clearer, it was horrible to experience, but the golden angel gives me hope. But SD is just so random – you’re not given anything for sure. I’m going to leave it a while before my next trip. Next Mnday my flatmate is out all day at a mega concert, so I’ll have no stress or worrying concerns about being noisy.

~ by bunny82 on November 20, 2007.