Another day, another eighth.

"another day, another dollar" is what it should have said, but i changed the title so that you would assume more interest into your brain and would continue on to read this story. haha now that i've just woven a path for you in this story i will begin. it was a random weekday night this last week when me and a best friend decided to eat mother natures magical candy, magic mushrooms. and quite an interesting we had indeed. we decided to eat 3.5 grams each and had 1 gram left remaining and said "fuck it, lets eat the rest anyways" so consumed 4 grams each. what ensues, is hard to explain, but clearly defines the trip as best as humanly possible. i have shroomed twice before, and knew each time, nothing would clearly start to happen after 45 mins. but tonights trip would be a lot different. As soon as consuming all I decided to smoke a bowl of spice, 5 mins--- "Man this interdimensional highway is such a long way home" -Me discussing what I was seeing/feeling like on the ride back home. Josh says I said nothing and just sat there til 20 mins later. "Man, I have been gone a long time" I didn't remember the previous 15 mins.  "I feel like it has been 6 years that I have been sitting here." Josh precedes to tell me it has only been 20 minutes. I looked at him shockingly, "what? no no no, what time is it? what time did i eat them?" told me the times, i did the math it had only been 20 minutes. seems there's something sneaky about spice... everything was a lot different in this alien world i had arrived. things were similar but different then earth. very quiet, but very warming. earth was a big awkward planet sometimes. this planet felt comfy. things we're never as they seem. plants were welcoming and beautiful. creatures had complex souls. time felt a lifetime. as if one earth second was 100 of years for what i felt. time was of no importance. i knew i was "tripping" but i knew i would be here for eons on this fantastic planet. being able to control light, give life and death. to be able to create life in light and kill it all the same. to be able to control its fate. that is what i did, once i started to light shows with gloves. every move precise and in detail made for in viewer including myself. every show i decide to give i play only off the beats and words of the music. if the song has emotion my light show will have emotion. i left the pyschoactives in my body take over and let me control light in a way i could not do sober. watch as walls and floors are all one color moving all over the place. we went outside into the street of this planet. many lights. but no cars. very quiet. very kept. we went to a field of sorts, walking through it to feel the energy that the planet literally pushes out into the air. this planet is different. the planet is very spiritual. the people that populate this planet are just forms of energy the planet leaks out but in shells of animals. we are all creatures or living things are we not? being able melt with the planet was fantastic. their music was fantastic. so much emotion but happy emotion within. the songs would play on for 1000 of years in earth time. such masterpieces. we thought we had beautiful music? nothing compared to what this alien planet has. and finally through all my adventures and traveling i decided to finally lay down for a nap, but only soon would realize that i woke up, and found that it was now only a dream and nothing more again.