Before reading this, I have told some of you that I had my first lucid dream a few days ago on my first try, and created some time/existance/awareness hypothesises that I was trying to figure out to help human awareness issues and bring back the primal knowledge of dimension. If you want to hear my ideas after or hear about my lucid dream just let me know.


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This is really f8cked up and it just happened. I went to blaze (aka - smoke weed) with a few friends and we had a nice fat dubee in the bathroom where we were hotboxing the bathroom. It was pretty good at first but here's where things really get fucked up...

I started to think alot more then usual, I mean weed gives you ideas but this was major thinking and major awareness, like my whole mind was set on everything around me except me aswell the my breathing being slow and weak. I started to feel funny and my throught felt odd from the smoke. As the dubee was getting passed around they said the dubee had blood. I started to trip out but they just said it was the resin blood from the dubee. I investigated the matter more and noticed there was blood on my fingers, blood from the dubee.

I began to feel wierder then normal. Then I started fading out seeing vague things in my vision. I looked at the mirror and I looked like a ghost. Like all my life had been dragged out of me, and I was living in a dead world. I felt odd, and my ears started buzzing, everyones voice seemed to fade lower, and I became dizzy. I slid the door opened and closed it behind me... stumbling down the stairs holding on to the rails to prevent me from collapsing. My friends kept smoking the dubee in the bathroom thinking I was just having a trip out.

I got some water from the tap to get rid of the dehydration, since I felt dry to a point where I was baked like a cake and my ears felt like they were bleeding. My friend Justin quickly came down and checked on me, I was stubborn and said I would be fine even though I hinted I was feeling sick. Outside my head started to tingle and I had a major head rush. Keep in mind, I still feel slight headrush even now. By now my mind felt like it grew so much more aware, I stuggled onto my feet again even though the gravity felt like pushing me down to the ground.

I walked in and got more water, then I felt it, a major blow of weakness pushing me down to the ground, I tried to struggle it but it was far too powerful for me to control as I slowly flattened myself out on the ground. The tap was still running so my friends came down the stairs and saw me on the ground, they asked if I needed to goto the hospital but I was still full of pride and stubborness. They left me there and walked over to watch the tv after listening to Alex who was a friend of theres which I didn't get along too well with, kind of like a slight rivalry which previously lead to a scrap. Asshole... he mumbled that I was acting it out pretending I didn't hear it. They checked on me a few times and later I grew the energy to get up, and walked up the stairs to the washroom to wash my face.

Then in the mirror I saw it, I felt it, a complete awareness of space and time, I couldn't even focus on my face. I began to here a slight wisper saying help in a panicing way. I closed my eyes and saw a flash again, except this time it wasn't my grandma with purple eyes, yet my aunt with purple eyes who was murdered a while back. I regained more of a grip on myself and went down and sat with my friends who were watching Ace Ventura, and I'd have to admit... that man chick was one nasty villan. My friends said I looked like a ghost, and the bags under my eyes were like a banshees. I began to get green tinge but I analysed the problem as me possibley having a weak system blood flow problem, like a lack of sugar maybe it was diabietes, maybe the budz where laced with coddine.

Embarrissingly I left my friends who were hinting it was time to get heading. I believe the have a slight comspiracy against me, like they're mocking my weakness. None the less, I walked home and my trip out weakened to a more comfortable feeling. I ate something quickly and went on the computer where I am now to express my thoughts before my memory lessons.

I have diagnosed this and have a few conclussions:
1) I have diabites which is a lack of sugar which causes to weak blood flow disease. In my case, close to death.
2) The Khronic was laced with stuff I couldn't handle.
3) May brain began to hemerage from too much thinking.
4) I created my own allusion and gave creation to weakness. Which could be me fighting it and my foolishness.
5) I achieved a new awareness/plane while inducing logic and reality into my into my beliefs. Awareness meaning higher portion of the brain being used.
6) Something spiritual.

Tell me what you think... Whatever happened, it leads to something bigger I am unvieling. Perhaps another cure for disease!