My Revelation

So today I got to hang out with Yvette, which was the high point of my week in and of itself...

There's nothing better than that, to me... Than to be able to spend time with someone as incredible as she is. To be able to talk to someone with whom you are so mentally linked, who truly understands you. It's fantastic.

Well, this time was especially enlightening. We started off with dinner, which was this crazy-good red sauce that was absolutely fabulous over pasta (and would've also made a wonderful salad dressing), and a little bit of scrap-booking. But it gets better...

In addition to getting to spend the evening with her, she got me stoned for the first time in my life. And i don't mean just a little bit. Stoned off my ASS, stoned.

I remember at one point sitting up against a wall, thinking about how tall Yvette was, and wondering why I didn't think it was physically possible to move. My vision kept doing this wonky thing where it made everything look like it was one step past 3D, and it was hard to focus. I remember thinking at the time that I had developed the ability to see in the fourth dimension.

I also remember she kept talking to me, expecting me to retain information, as if that were humanly possible... Well, it felt to me like the world was restarting itself every three seconds. Like that's how long my attention span was. It felt like chapters of a dvd, but could probably be better described as a dream-state. Like that feeling when you're dreaming, and you move from one REM cycle to the next, and the entire contents of your dream shifts, but there are a few things that remain constant (people you're with or stuff like that), and you can feel that you're not in the same part of your dream as you were. It was like that. To say I felt like I was dreaming is not entirely inaccurate, and for that reason.

I kept trying to put words to the feeling, and I remember telling Yvette that I felt like a cartoon, and thinking that I felt like I was made of the rubbery plastic material that Barbie dolls are made from. I also remember feeling that the world was not really made of three dimensions, but rather that it was made in two dimensions, and then seen from the wrong angle. Like when you put a bunch of pieces of paper or cardboard or something flat up parallel to each other, and then go stand 90 degrees from them, looking at them perpendicularly. So like from one angle it would look something like this |||||, but from the angle we see it, it's all perfectly normal. 2 1/2 D, I guess you could call it.

It was a strange experience, and completely liberating, while entirely terrifying at the same time...

I'm definitely interested in trying again, to see what happens, or if I missed anything, but I think for right now I'll stick to my other vices. ;) Maybe I'll try it again once I have more free time.