One time I took too much {psychedelic} and as I sat there on the couch with my eyes closed, I forgot that I existed as a couch-seated-person.
instead, I completely and totally *knew* that I was a living, walking, tyrannosaurus Rex made entirely of Lego bricks.
I completely and totally *knew* that I was, *for certain,* floating through the waves of a rainbow ocean, bobbing up and down, my little Lego t-rex arms trying to keep my giant Lego t-rex head above the “water.”
I remember this being exhilarating (i.e.: awesome) for about… 10 seconds? Or maybe for an hour? It’s hard to say—Lego brick dinosaurs seem unable to perceive the passage of time (who knew!).
After that?
Well, see, here’s the thing, kid.. trying not to drown is a *liiiittle bit* stressful. Especially when you’re made of high density plastic, and you only have tiny little T-Rex arms to paddle with.
And so I would have just opened my eyes and escaped from that terrible rainbow nightmare, but—*(and here’s the real kicker)* — I didn’t *know* that I had eyes that I could open.
I WAS that dinosaur, was not sitting on a couch, had not taken {psychedelics}, and not have the necessary eye anatomy with which to save himself.
so, I just kept on trying not to drown for a looooong ass time, until eventually my buddy Steve grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me, and I opened my eyes on pure reflex.
I remembered where I was (a couch), who I was (u/alarming-carmel), and what I was (a human).
Does that make sense?
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