I instantly fall on the bed and I feel like I fall into darkness which fades into rainbows of color. I see more dimensions and everything is much more colorful. I reach this ethereal plane that I liken to a commercial since I had so much visual stimulation. I’m flying through dimensions and the sound that carries me is this low hum/ring. It’s not really flying since I don’t have a body but the worlds shifting around me. I bounce between states and I keep trying to remember a piece of reality so I don’t completely lose my mind but I keep thinking and I can’t remember it. At this point I keep thinking this will be cool to think about when I get back so just let me back now but I can’t conjure up what “back” meant? It was like my reality was a tv show or one of the millions of dimensions i saw and I don’t remember which one was my reality. It’s like a tv show in that it’s a smaller encapsulated form of actual reality. So my reality was just a small portion of everything. I keep getting transferred between dimensions and each time I see a tear from one dimension to another where I see “myself” torn in time in a million strands. It’s like a glitched out monitor where the millions of colors smear and suddenly I’m in a new dimension. Again everything is very cheery like a commercial. I feel it trying to establish hold in my mind as the true dimension that everything exists on and I accept it since I cant even remember my reality or who i am or what being a human is like or what even a human is. Eventually I see a humanoid woman figure, she’s stoic and watching. She has a child with her. They are both made of shapes with no distinctive features and all white. White as in the color containing all other colors in the world. She gestures at me but I resist and look around I’m in an idealistic suburban neighborhood from the 1940s. Its projected outwardly that way to me since that is something my brain can understand but it’s actually an astral home. Everything seems too perfect and I’m not trusting of it. The woman approaches me. But I feel my perception change again but I’m falling out of the dimensions I feel my dimension and colors realign to generate my world around me. In the darkness I shoot up to sitting and see my friends and they ask if I’m back but I instantly crash again and fall back into some random colors. I try to resist and get up with the same results. Finally on the third try they come to me and I say “that was weird”. I feel a burning in my throat but I can’t tell what it is since while I was tripping I was on before didn’t feel any pain. I feel uncomfortable in my own body with that pain and burping from over inhaling earlier. I realize this is because I had forgotten what pain and a physical body felt like. They leave me to be a little and walk away. I also start to regain memory of who I am and what the rules of my reality are. I still have visual effects and my phone screen seems melty. I pull up snapchat and realize how pointless it is, it’s a meaningless medium that distracts us from real interaction. I still see streaking but I get up wobbily to the living room and all I can keep saying is “that was weird” And I slowly regain my sobriety but it lasts for a while until it completely clears up. It feels like I was out for a decade but also like it was just a day. It was actually 20 minutes or so. Ultimately it scared me a lot during it but I liked the fear afterwards. I just wanted it to end but now I am curious to return with open arms and accept their ethereal gifts.