Dear Diary,

A while ago, I experimented with salvia divinorum. I've actually tried it twice. I guess the second time doesn't really count as "trying" since I had already tried it once before. I don't really know why I did it. I guess it's just another thing to 'experience' in my lifetime, kind of like a trip to some famous museum. The only difference is that I don't have to drive anywhere.

The first time was a 10x or 20x extract, I don't really remember. I didn't really get much out of it, except that everything was hilarious, and I felt like the room was rotating. The second time, it was a 40x extract, and this time it was a full blown mindfuck where I left reality and found myself in some crazy place that my mind created. I wrote down a sort of 'plot synopsis' as I was coming down; it was such a strange experience that I wanted to preserve as much of it as possible. Here you go diary, enjoy this:

Our story begins in the fourth section of The Wheel. For lack of better words, we can call this the "teal section." The section, like all others before it, resembles a room. It is unfurnished, unlike the yellow room, which had a framed painting on the wall, and the blue room, which featured a shelf or a couch or some other unimportant feature.

It is in this room that I seem to regain my memory. I remember nothing of the previous rooms aside from their appearance. In the entire room, everything is teal. This room, like the three before it, is wedge shaped. I am, as always, a part of one wall of the wedge. On the other wall is a woman. She has dark hair, and is wearing a teal hood that seems to flow into the wall behind her. In the far corner is an arched doorway. No light emanates from it. The woman, who is witch-like, for lack of better description, is saying something. She is apparently discussing the next room in the rotation.

In an undescribable amount of time, the teal room becomes Codi's room, and the woman becomes Erica. This glimpse of reality shows me that there is more than just The Wheel. Unfortunately, this look at life beyond the colored wedges of my rotating prison is short lived. The Wheel begins to turn again, and I slowly head backwards into darknes, one click at a time. With each click, the entire teal room seems to be moving underground. As the ground moves upwards past me, I am offered another glimpse at reality. Knowing that there is life beyond The Wheel, I struggle to free myself from the wall that I have become a part of. I succeed, just as Erica seems to be taking another hit.
As a preventative measure, I plan to relocate to my own room so that Codi's room doesn't bring me back into The Wheel.

I stand up, but seem to be falling sideways, so I sit down on the ground. Codi says something about things appearing to warp. As he speaks, I am staring at the carpet, which bears a design that I now know to have been a figment of my imagination. It was a sort of hexagam with wavy edges rather than straight. The edges are curling inwards, drawing out a more intricate design in the center of the shape. Experiencing the exact thing Codi is speaking about, I agree with him. I now make my second attempt to get to my room before I am thrust back into The Wheel.

I am still off balance, and my clothes, which feel sweaty, seem to be made of plastic. They are pressing into me in several spots. My calves seem to be taking the majority of the pressure, so I decide that I must change into shorts.

I stumble into my room without looking up. I am far too concentrated on not falling over. I say something about putting on shorts, unsure of how fucked up I look to those watching me. I then crawl into my bed and begin contemplating what just happened. Laying down, the bed feels hard and creates pressure points on my body. I seem to be connected to the bed at each point, just as I was connected to the wall of my wedge in The Wheel.

I close my eyes, and the sounds I hear create a vivid image in my head. I can hear Erica. She is in an upward slanting tunnel just outside my room. She enters the room and is standing behind me. Above my head is Codi's tree. Erica comes closer to me and taps me on the shoulder with a witch-like appendage that appears to be two fingers joined to create one long one. Startled, I cry out "No!" and open my eyes to find that she is actually standing near my head and handing me my kaleidoscope.

I return to my contemplation of the events that I just endured. I am concentrating on remembering what happened in the rooms preceding the last teal one. I know I spent enormous amounts of time in each room, but I cannot seem to recall what ocurred during my time there. No matter how hard I try, all I can recall is a voice. I cannot remember the words being spoken, but I feel as if they were instructions of some sort.

I was still sort of in this 'oh man, I'm on drugs and I'm so insightful and I'm a good artist and shit' state of mind as I wrote it.

-Nick