Itwas a 6-hour therapy session within my own brain. That’s what my first magic mushroom trip felt like, at least.
Sure, it was wavy. And even a little weird.
The obscure shapes on my ceiling and walls that I never paid much attention to appeared to dance before my eyes. Colors were emphasized, appearing much brighter than usual. If I stared at something too long, it started to look holographic.
Hell, even music — songs I’d heard hundreds of times before — sounded different in the best way possible. It was as if I could hear every single note and instrument.