joseflovesyou

I filled up my bong, and filled it quite full. I was sitting on a couch, leaning back into the corner of it. I had all intentions of hitting it twice, before letting it take effect on me. I took one huge rip of it. There was so much smoke, I couldn't even clear the bong, and I put my hand over it to keep the smoke inside, so I could clear it in 30 seconds when I exhaled my first hit. I exhaled and lifted the bong and lighter to position, I looked into the bowl, getting ready to hit it again, and that's when it hit me.

I went inside the bowl, seeing all the burnt ashes, and the remains that were left I wanted to smoke very vividly all around, with the glass surrounding everything. I had no conscious decision not go hit it again, and don't have a memory of the next 30 seconds or so, but I did have a "sitter" present, and he said right after making the motion to hit it again, I set the bong aside on the floor. In my mind, I was no where, I had no location I knew of, I could not see myself, and totally went to another world. Apparently I half stood up at about this time, with one foot on the floor, and one still on the couch.

I was mumbling, and talking, but saying no words that my "sitter" understood, and then I sat back down. During this, I my hands were in front of me, and were the beginning and ending of all my existence. I was turning inside out through them, and flipping over, repeatedly between my sitting and standing location, stretched out like a slinky, and each ring was a different moment I existed in. I could see each one of these cycled flipping locations, there were millions, in every possible location between sitting and standing, like looking into a kaleidoscope.

I had no idea which of these locations I was actually in, and no idea if I was in my normal body state, or in one of the inside out states through the beginning of my existence (my hands), so I didn't know if I was able to move the way a normal right-side-out person moves. At this point, I began to be able to see my friend in his normal state, he was just sitting there playing the guitar, looking like everything was normal, but I still had no idea in which location I was in, so I started asking him if I was hurting anything around me, worried I'd physically traveled, and damaged things, he told me everything was fine. So I asked him if I was sitting or standing.

He told me that I was sitting. I wasn't sure I believed him at this point, since I still existed in so many millions of places, so I asked him if I had always been sitting. To which he replied that I had been on the floor. This made me think that perhaps at one point I had been sprawled out across the floor with my arms above my head, and one foot on the couch. Which added millions and millions more locations to those I was already in, regardless to the fact that they never actually happened.

I then had to figure out for myself if I was inside-out, or in a normal position, so I lifted my hands, and started running them through my hair. This told me I must be right-side-out, to be able to do such a thing. However as soon as I did this, I was not sure if I was still holding the bong, or not, so I became worried that I might be breaking it by moving in such a manor.

Turned out, I was in the furthest back location of all of the millions of inside-out, and right-side-out possibilities. Everything started coming back to normal, by all the other locations getting sucked into each other starting from the furthest away, and making it's way back into me.

Eventually they all sucked back in, and I was left sitting on the couch, just as I had been. I stood up, grabbed a cigarette, lit it, sat back and enjoyed the thought.