Ohm

I had a nice summer evening all to myself, I had a few trips I stashed away and I felt it was a good time to take them . I had started the evening relaxing, doing the usual after work routine, shower, chatting to the girlfriend over dinner, that type of thing. I smoked a joint and cracked open a beer and put on the Television, while my girlfriend got ready for her evening out. When she was ready, I drove her to her friends, about a 30 minute drive away.

Without telling her, I took my dose just before we left, not too sure why, but impulse is my specialty. The drive was pretty typical, I felt stoned more than anything at the start, but by the time we reached her friends, I was starting to feel alittle dizzy, and was starting to 2nd guess myself internally. I knew the drive back would be eventful.

Now I know that dosing and driving is a pretty dumb idea, but I live in a ruralish area, with little traffic, and my girlfriends friend lives even more rurally, so I thought I could take as much time as I wanted.

I kissed her goodbye, and told her to say hello to her friend for me, and then started the journey back home. Once alone, the oncoming symptoms seemed to subside for alittle, but not for long. I needed a piss, there was a public reserve not far down the road and they had a little eco toilet there, I would stop there for a leak.

It was dusk when I reached the reserve, the gate to the reserve was locked, so I got out of the car, and jumped the gate. The reserve was full of beautiful radiating trees, I headed straight towards some of those trees, I was busting for a piss. I leaned against one tree as if my knees were about to buckle, I started to piss, I couldn't help but to grin madly, my mouth was cotton dry. I pulled out my cock and tried to piss, it felt like I was pissing but it didn't look like it, then I started pissing, it felt like I was pissing myself. It was freaking me out, even though deep down I knew I wasn't. Fuck the piss was such a release. I lay down, possibly in my piss, and started laughing hysterically, it was all too beautiful, fuck, everything was going out the window.

I lay there basking in my glory for awhile, just thinking things I wish I could articulate, but can't . Then I remembered I had some weed in the car so thought it would be a great idea to have a joint and it was, and it wasn't, it took ages to roll the joint, I kept getting distracted by the craziest shit. Plus my coordination was shot, my brain was trying to tell my hands how to roll a joint, but I could tell my mind was asking itself if my hands were even there, making things very difficult. But I got there, eventually.

I grabbed a few things and took a stroll deeper into the reserve. I knew of a stream not far away that I thought would be a nice place to have a joint. It was a long strange trip just finding this spot, which I had been to many times before, everything looked so different, new, as if I had never been here before, it was kind of cartoonish, like it was a stage set or something. It was alot of brushing through bushes and ducking under branches, and then I hear the stream, it had a metallic, whirling, whooshing sound eminating from it, it was totally engulfing, whoo..sh, whoo..sh, whoo.sh.

I sat on the edge of a bank over hanging the stream and lit the joint. My mind was a whirl of thought, but the marijuana smoke engulfed all thoughts with the first toke, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, I focussed on the sounds around, or inside of me, and let go of any thought related distraction, as best I could. Bright rotating shapes, of intricate design, spun to the rhythms of the stream. I toked on the joint with my eyes closed, and let the pretty patterns engulf me .

I opened my eyes and everything was breathing, energy was pouring out of everything, logs, trees, rocks, water, everything, just these waves of shimmering energy pulsing endlessly out of everything. I sat up crossed my legs, closed my eyes and thought of buddha. I ohm'ed internally and it felt like orgasmic waves in my chest it made everypart of me feel warm, happy and content. Just grinning madly to myself, shaking my head in agreement too god knows what .

I wanted some more weed, but I was more prepared this time and I packed a badly broken up cone, toked it back in one hit, then jumped to my feet and started bashing my way up a hill, looking for some long lost shangri la of the mind. I powered up the hill using my arms to protect my face from the witches fingers trying to scratch at my face, I was in deep thought and determined in purpose, I was on a mission somewhere I didnt know, I bashed on like this for sometime before I reached the top of the hill, and the power company maintance road that ran along it, I followed this road until it reached a huge phallic metal construction which I decided to climb, and I did. It was awesome, I could see for miles and the wind riped through my body, right through my soul. When I was near the top I looked straight up into a sky of emerging stars wrapped in neon pink and blue. The stars shot sraight up into the sky leaving beautiful tracers behind them, I could feel the frozen timelessness of endless space. I lost all control of myself, but luckily not my grip on the tower.

I decided to stay right where I was, it was the best place to be for me right then, I took one last look around me, before blast off. Which of course never happened, so I clambered back down, it wasn't a bummer or anything, my mind quickly moved on, I followed the road back down as it wrapped around the back of the hill, leading back to another road that led back to the reserve. I was feeling really elated, and I covered quite a lot of ground without much trouble. By the time I was back by the car it was dark and the sky was full of stars. I smoked another cone and lay on my back on the roof of my car looking up . I remember a car zooming by, its headlights growing stronger and stronger, its sounds getting stronger and stronger and then boom and peak, it is you and you are it, and then it is over. I smiled.

After awhile I decided to try driving home, I was starting to be able to function, although I felt like I was driving a spaceship. Surprisingly it wasn't too hard to do. Though I was driving really slowly. I made it home and felt really warm and secure, content, and I didn't like it, it bothered me alot, felt like a cop out,felt like a part of a game, I felt very vulnerable, I lay down, in worry, fuck what could I do. Is this real ?

Ahh, weed, I pulled out my bong, which had only recently been given a thorough cleaning, which was good, because dirty utensils are particularly gross when on psychedelics. I sucked hard, and I got covered in a pleasant mind fog, and it was really appreciated, and I went in the kitchen and made a sandwhich and had a glass of juice, and consumed them in front of the T.V. which was a terrrible idea. So I turned it off and put on some music. Quietly, I turned off the lights and lit some candles and it rocked, I just blissed out like this, smoking alot of weed, and drinking coffee.

All in all another fun trip.

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