Wow, the K hole.

Acid's still lingering in my system. It's been a little under twelve hours since I dropped but lucy's still altering my vibrations. Tingling with exuberated awe and undertones of delirium, I'm depleted while still vibrant.

'Shit, sleep ain't gonna be a thing in this condition.'

Slinking out of my cocoon on the couch, I slurp back a bong toke and retrieve my tray of ketamine from my room. Not quite satisfied with the consistency of the powder, I chop and dice it with the ace of spades. Returning back to my cocoon, I flick Archer back on and sniff the first line.

The saltine coats my sinus and begins tickling my throat. Turning my crafty on, I rail the next two as it heats up. Darkness begins to set in and quicksilver enters my veins. The final stubby line clogs my sinus but it really doesn't matter. Settling into my cocoon, my vape's heated up and washes away the embers of anxiety. My head starts spinning and it's time to dissolve into the experience.

Turning the TV off, I put on my headphones, find a Nicolas Jaar mix on soundcloud and bundle up a bit more. My couch starts to gain energy and becomes the head of a circular conveyor belt. Excepting the twist and pull into the unknown, the paralyzing fear that accompanies a DMT or dxm separation of the soul is nonexistent. The spinning ceases and I'm at the heart of the glowing conveyor belt. Straightening out, I'm loaded into a radiating isolation tank.

Static for a few moments, the tanks lid seals shut while it charges up. A warm hum wraps my soul and the tank levitates lightly off of the ground. Spinning backward a handful of times, the rear of the tank eventually click into a rotary machine and I straighten out in a verticle position. Slowly clicking around the grand ferries wheel a few rotations, the machine freezes when I'm at the peak.

A strange arm unclasps the tank from its position and places me in a loading bay near by. Charging up again, I begin rotating horizontally until the tank shoots off like a luge barreling down an Olympic track. Twisting and turning gleefully through this darkened tracked, I soar down a final titanic hill and shoot off over an abyss.

Expecting to be petrified as I flying over nothingness, I hit the backside of the jump and pick up more speed. It's immediately noticeable that this side is different in nature. Stabilizing after the jump, the isolation tank containing my soul is back on a fixed track. Lucid but still moving like clockwork. No longer is some cyberspace waiting room in which I have marginal control over the direction of the tank, I'm powerless as I luge through the scaffoldings that structures our universe and upwards.

Gently slowing down as I feel I'm nearing my final destination. Coming into a port, I gently click into place in a stall in the harbor. Stationary again, a looming glow from the doors to the center of the everything gives off a faint light on the harbor. Picking up the energy from this cosmic hum, a series of twirls and clicks unravel and I'm nudged into another tube. Traveling parallel with the great gates, I'm expecting to swerve towards them at some point. However, this doesn't happen. I just keep ticking along the set path before slowly coming to a halt. The back of the tank is fastened to mechanical straps and begins ticking along the exterior of a mesmerizing clock positioned in heart of the harbor. I was expecting a new piece of knowledge, instead, the isolation tank acts as a key, unlocking the door to next stage of my life. When the key clicks into place, I'm unable to see what's behind the door as I enter the keyhole itself. Nice and snug a set of clicks ripple of to my sides and I'm gently discharged from the cocooned isolation tank.

Finding my self in the mouth of a slide, I tuck my arms in and go for the ride of my life. Exhilarated, I'm sliding further then I climbed. No longer encased in darkness, colorful parachutes that you use in gym class make up the twisting and morphing walls as I gleefully spiral back towards my body. Briefly crossing paths with an equally thrilled blonde girl in some strange open juncture near the bottom, we're then launched off into different slides and I fall down one final shoot.

Groggily flickering my eyes open, a final flash of unrecognizable CEV strike and I'm left in a delirious haze, seriously needing my bed.

TLDR; did k, luged thorugh the scaffalding of the universe and felt like something was unlocked at the peak.