it must be the drugs.

occasionally, when we are feeling drunk and nostalgic at a party, the whole group of us will devolved into reminscences of the days when we took way too many drugs. for instance, you know you're taking too many drugs if you're watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas at 11am, you're already stoned, and you have to turn to each other after the narrator's opening monologue and say, "ok, we don't have a drug problem."

we happened to end up in one of these reminscences about 3am new year's eve, when some friend who hadn't been hanging out with us during that period asked what it was like. then people started telling stories of being on acid, probably because acid and/or mushrooms make the best stories. "the more someone tells you you're going to be ok, the less ok you probably are." but i'm sitting here and listening to stories of bizarre repetition and seeing music appear and watching the dancefloor open up to the pit of hell and demons come out, and i'm thinking to myself, "shit, i have dreams like this anyway. why would i want to do this? at least i can wake up from dreams."