Reply #40: Ok, here's mine:

[JohnnyCougar]

I was at an outdoor rave some years ago and someone dosed me with what I thought was acid, but it turned out to be an acid cocktail with other drugs mixed in. There had to be some DMT or something else in there, because it kicked in in about 10 minutes. LSD takes almost an hour to be processed by your liver into it's working form. So anyways...

I was kind of scared, because I had not mentally readied myself in the 10 minutes I had. The last thing I remember was telling my friend "I think I'm gonna have a bad trip!" And he responded, "If you think it's bad now, you've got 8 hours to go!" Bastard. He was kidding, but it didn't help at the time.

Slowly, slivers of consciousness came slithering back into my awareness, but the process took hours. I was covered in sand, and mud, I tore my shirt and pants, and had a small gash on my belly. I lost my pager, and my Dad's cell phone was all wet. I found myself wandering around looking for all my friends for a couple more hours, and finally found them. I sat down with them to smoke a bowl. It was a grey and damp morning in the woods. One of them remarked, "Boy, you had some night!" They all laughed, but I didn't get it. Then they told me the stories. I thought they were lying at first, because it didn't appear to me that I had lost any time. The night seemed to have gone smoothly for me.

Apparently, though, there was a humongous thunderstorm, and it was literally POURING rain for hours. Lightning was crashing down everywhere, and I was raving mad. I was mumbling nonsense like I was possessed. I was thrashing around in the lagoon. I was yelling at people random utterings. When the sun came up, everybody at the party knew who I was, and there were thousands of people there. Some girl in a cowboy had I had never meet before asked me if I was okay. She told me that she was trying to calm me down at night. My friends had to sit me down and sit on my feet to keep me from wandering around and causing trouble. But what I didn't remember didn't compare to what I did remember...

The "trip" part was so intense that I didn't even realize my own physical existence at the time. I was at the edge of time, standing at the event horizon of the entire universe. I was looking on at the end, but then I remembered Einstein's theory of relativity. Time is curved! I realized then that the end was also the beginning, and I was the only one around. Therefore, it was up to me to end/begin the universe. It was a scary thought. That is a huge responsibility for a 19 year old, to create the beginning of all time and existence. If I failed, I knew the world would never be, and it would be my fault for ruining the universe.

But I knew I had to take the plunge. If I didn't do something, no one would. So I let go of my fears, and I felt my body being sucked through the giant wormhole that was the border of time and universe. I could literally feel my body being pulled faster and faster into a spiral toward an intense center of white light. My visual field was swirling all around me. My body was being whacked around violently. And suddenly, all was calm.

I was lying in a ditch feeling totally spent and wasted. But I could feel my friends and family calling. Johnny! Johnny! I had made it. I had fused the giant loop of time, and all was well, and my family and friends were okay. Everyone was so happy, and I felt like I was the hero of the world. I had saved the universe from extinction. Then I finally came to in the back of my friend's jeep. All was well.