A trip with Rainman

The night started off fairly normal, just hanging out and playing video games. I ingested the hit around 11 pm. Once 12 rolled around, I could feel the tingling sensation creeping up my spinal column. There was a lemony taste in my mouth, and my vision had started the process of upgrading to high-definition. It seemed so long ago since my last experience, yet, at the same time, it seemed as if I had truly never stopped. This state of existence, being caught between what seemed to be a time warp, where two possibilities just so happened to have collided, was incredible. The level of detachment from the self was both humbling and terrifying. I noticed myself seeming to be immune from the cruel flow of time. Thoughts raced through my head at lightning quick speeds. Everything seemed so much simpler, yet so much more complex. My level of understanding had just been given a booster shot, and I could feel myself start floating off into clouds of ecstasy. I couldn’t find the light switch, so I opened the fridge for light.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Cheebo's collection of legos. Being Rainman's younger brother, he had amassed quite a collection, surely from hand-me-downs over the years. Immediately I was reminded of much brighter days, days of fully innocent joy and trust. Days when there was not a care in the world, just infinite possibilities and an unbound imagination. Naturally, I began to play with the legos. Once again I was God, master of my own universe, and I truly cared about this counterfeit universe. It had inhabitants. They had names, friends, feelings. They were generaly well-mannered, peaceful, and morally just (if a meaning for that can truly ever be agreed upon).

Yet, a malevolent force threatened their existence; a power thirsty, completely bogus english teacher we will call BS. The innocent lego people needed a hero. BS was destroying all of their possessions one by one. I, of course, provided the sound effects. Then, my eye spotted a Goku figurine laying by the heater. What luck, the perfect hero for the noble lego people. BS and Goku fought, for what seemed hours, over a prized possession of the lego people's universe: a talisman of power. It was a flaming blood-red sword, buried beneath the multicolored sands of time (in actualiity, it was a bionicle sword stuck in one of those colorful "sand in a jar" things).

The battle raged for what seemed days, neither fighter giving an inch. As a just God, I decided there was only one thing to do: remove the talisman of power, forever crushing the noble lego peoples hope of transcending into our realm, but forever protect them from the evil BS. In the midst of this, Guy, Rainman's dad, came downstairs. He looked at me oddly, and went over to close the fridge. He spoke to me, as I made sound effects for the lego people... saying "I'm going to close the fridge.. things might defrost.. the light is over here..... there you go." He left.

This temporarily brought me back to the "real world". I made my way to the computer, and attempted to play "Feel Good Inc" by Gorillaz. Itunes denied my request, though I would defeat the evil empire in time.

I then somehow got into a panic. I felt intense pressure building around my heart and pass through my entire body. Pain entrenched my veins, I could barely stand. My heart was racing. I could feel its beat frenzy my body with every passing second. I started to think I would die in that moment. I could not accept this. It simply wasn't going to end there. I pushed myself, dug in deep, and tried to fight it. I kept telling myself "You're tripping, its been chemically proven that there are NO negative physical side effects.. you are only scaring yourself into this. Get a grip." Slowly I began to feel better. The pressure was replaced by an intense feeling of tranquility and joy.

Next, I would get some food to help calm me down more. Jello was my food of choice. I ate it in a primal fashion, with my fingers, grunting like a caveman with each bite. My hands were covered in blood (red dye from the jello) and I have never felt more animalistic/barbaric in nature than in that moment. My thoughts returned to music, and I got "Feel Good Inc" to play. The music jumped out of the computer screen in waves. I could feel and see the vibrations colliding with my soul. It was utterly beautiful in every sense of the word. After the song ended, I remembered the lego people.

I ran into Rainman's bedroom, woke him from a dead sleep, and started mumbling, almost incoherently "guard the talisman... don’t let BS get it, Goku might have failed". For I could not hold on to such a sacred object of the lego people. I was too close to the matter, I might give it back so that they could once again transcend. Only an objective viewpoint could save the lego people. It had to be done.

Then, Rainman set up Charlie and the Chocolate factory for me to watch. I sat on his couch. It felt like a cloud. I was weightless, floating in space. I cared not for the movie, there were fireworks of a whole different kind going on around and within me. There I lay, for the remained of the trip. The movie repeated itself over and over it seemed, but my mind was blown. I had transcended into a higher dimension of reality. I meditated, and thought on everything from quantum physics to moral ethics.

I then cleansed myself, envisioning my body in the astral plane. I was being washed with some sort of "soul soap". I felt warmth creeping slowly over my entire body. It felt like the first bite out of a freshly made batch of brownies. Then, in the last moments of revelation, I farted. That passing of toxins was the single greatest feeling I had experienced in my life up to that point. I lay, in complete awe over this, for an hour. My legs were suspended in mid air, twirling about frantically to some kind of rhythm. The trip was ending. I could feel my slow, gradual re-assimilation into reality. I grew melancholy, and gazed into the fish tank with a twinge of sadness and despair. For it was then I realized that I was the fish, I had come so close to freedom that night.; to escaping my prison, my tank. Yet, I had come to realize, that I too was trapped.
I am a fish.
....and that was my final thought before I fell asleep.

-Vicarious