Sex On Shrooms (Pt. 1)
Now in the other dorm, the guys and I meandered about as trippers tend to do, and we ended up in a friend’s dorm room. At this point we’re about three to four hours in, and this is when the story starts getting a little surreal.
While in the room, my mind wandered back to Kate.
So even though she’s not around, in my head, I begin extending our conversation. It feels very real, like she’s actually in my head talking. And after a while I get that same incredible panging for water again. Just like when I was with Kate, except, you know, she’s not actually there.
So I get up and head for the hallway water fountain. But once in the hallway I’m distracted from quenching my thirst by the sound of a phone ringing.
It took me a moment to ascertain which room the ringing was coming from. And as it turned out, even though I had a number of friends in the dorm, this room belonged to a stranger. Certainly under normal sober conditions that would mean you pay the phone no mind. A strange phone ringing in a strange person’s room? …just keep on moving. But this time I felt oddly compelled. It was as if the phone was calling out to me.
The door to the room was open, and once I entered I was overcome with a wave of anxiety. All of a sudden the dots were beginning to connect, and the picture that was forming scared me. I had been having a conversation, in my head, with Kate, I got thirsty, and now a stranger’s phone was ringing. No explicit connection, but I thought, what if this phone ringing was for me? What if it was all connected somehow? What if I got thirsty and came out to the hallway specifically to hear the phone ringing and answer it?
As I continued to enter the room and approach the ringing phone I desperately hoped that it was simply someone calling whoever lived in this room. I prayed the call wasn’t for me. It couldn’t be. I didn’t know the person who lived in this room, no one could have anticipated I was in this dorm, in this hallway, at this exact time, and that I would be bold enough to enter a stranger’s room and answer their phone. The only person who could possibly know, maybe, was Kate. But that was impossible. For her to know she would have to be, like, in my head. I was tripping, but that would be a little much. Visuals and good feelings are one thing. Physical concrete evidence of next shit would be a whole other ballgame. Nevertheless an ominous knowing feeling was building up. If the call was in fact for me I was going to spontaneously combust, there was no way around it. It would be too weird, too much of a coincidence. I wanted to run away, but I also had to see about this phone. It was still ringing.
I began to pick up the phone. I prayed one more time, please, please, please, just ask for the guy who lives in this room. Then I nervously put the receiver to my ear and didn’t say a word.
I didn’t need to.
The voice on the other end of the line began as soon as I put the phone to my ear, and spoke with the utmost confidence.
“TAN, I’m coming to get you.” (she didn't really say TAN) It was Kate, and that was all she said. That was all she needed to say. There was no hello. She didn’t ask who she was speaking with. She didn’t mention her name.
I screamed, dropped the phone, and as anticipated, spontaneously fractured into a million little pieces. Holy shit!!! Some friends came in and picked up the phone. I was still in shock. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I frantically tried to explain to my friends why the world as we knew it no longer existed. It was a rush of hysteria and frenetic action that seemed to last a second, and then next thing I knew Kate was in front of me. She had come to get me. Just as she told me she would over the phone.
She then escorted my shell-shocked self to a car.
Apparently while telepathically communicating with me, she had also been driving. And we were now going to drive away somewhere together...
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