Within a few minutes of finishing a second big gulp of THC-laden smoke, I felt a little queasy. My head had started to spin and I felt disoriented. It unsettled me and I began to feel uneasy. The voices from the bodies in the room became separate entities, detached from any person. I knew that those disembodied voices emanated from people in the room, but I could not figure out why the voice and the speaker had become divisible.
Voices slowed down like an old gramophone record playing at the wrong speed on a turntable. The playing cards on the table appeared huge and out of all proportion to the size of the table. The Queen of Diamonds was smiling at me! She knew my secret. This was becoming the test of tests. I recognised that I was paranoid. I was hallucinating and summoned up all my inner resolve to act in a natural way. The sick feeling in my stomach was worsening and I paid a visit to the WC. It was just a few strides away in a bathroom located on the ground floor of the house. I made it in time to throw up. It was the violent kind of retching.
The vomit was dribbling from my mouth into the bowl as I leaned on the wall using my outstretched arms. A fresh but minor eruption spewed forth and landed in the bowl of the WC. I saw a kaleidoscopic array of colours as I peered at the contents of the bowl.
From the centre of the bowl a large dragon’s head rose toward me. It was alive and got larger as it came up to meet my face. I wasn’t scared. It was eerie and yet fascinating. The head pulsed back and forth, shrinking and then magnifying as it neared my face once more. I could see the scales in great detail, the red eyes and fire spitting forth from its mouth. I have no idea how long this lasted. It seemed like hours. But when I unlocked the bathroom door to return to the card table, no one mentioned my absence. I was still hallucinating, but not to the same degree. It was now pleasant and once more I could relax.
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