a few days ago I had a huge hillucination...
for about 8 hours I was drawing the same picture trying to ferfect it, the whole time I was swating at smoke and flies that weren't there. they only thing that broughtme out of that was my friend calling. I thought it was about 11 in the morning, but he told me it was 3 in the afternoon and argued it with him untill I looked at the clock. we hung up, after I agreed to go to sleep. he said I was acting really stange on the phone (which I guess I was, I was really delusional). so while I was on my bed, I looked at my sheet. it started to jump. it looked like there was a giant heart underneath it. so I patted it down and looked underneath to make sure there was nothing there to make it do that, but when I looked at it, it was still pumping. then I saw a spiderweb that had a huge spider in it. the spider turned into a wasp that was shooting out hundreds of stingers in every direction. the wasp soon turned into buddha, who did karate moves for me for about 15 minutes. then I spotted this shadow on my wall that was dancing. I started laughing and talking to it, even conversing with it on which song it wanted to dance to. this when on for about 30 to 45 minutes, untill it stopped dancing. I asked what was wrong and it said it was tired. I told it I understood. I looked back at my sheet, which was by this time crawling with millions of little bugs. the shape of the design looked like goggles and I heard a baby cry, so I thought a man with a mask who had kidnapped a baby was in my room, hiding in my closet. I called my friend (the one who told me what time it was and that I should go to sleep) and he was trying to calm me down. I dont remember the conversation, but after we hung up I went to take a shower. everything was okay untill I saw bugs crawling out of my hair. I finished the shower and went to bed. my parents woke me up about an hour later for dinner and I was dripping with sweat, and it wasn't hot in my room. I told them I didnt feel good, and that I needed to sleep. (I was still seeing things). I dont even remember how long ago that was. but from then untill about 2 days ago, I thought the world was ending. I had all the theories and thoughts that i'd tell to anyone who would listen. honestly, I thought I was an indigo child or something. so I read religious books and laughed for no appearent reason because I thought I'd found the meaning of life, and that this generation would be the last, and we were all going to heaven. I also spent all that time looking for my imagenary friend.
today, I'm out of all that. I still feel a little apart from reality, but feeling better. not as happy, but a little more sane. it does make me question the whole world ending thing. it was funny how I was completely happy during the delusion. I think I sort of freaked people out with my random laughing spells, though.
... just a story I thought I'd share.