Psychic Salvia Time Travel
- My entire field of view is filled with a subtely textured plane of
grey-blue. Like a film camera, the angle is fixed as it slowly zooms in.
This shot fades into a similar slow zoom shot, but closer to the surface,
revealing more details but still nondescript. This repeats a few times
until I realize I am looking straight down at the ocean from an enormous
altitude. I began miles above the water but now, as I fade closer and
closer, I see the tiny white shape of what must be a huge cruise
ship--though my descent is pointing towards a point quite far away from
it. At some point the slow zoom of my perspective betrays itself as my
rapidly accelerating free fall. I plunge towards the surface with waves
now visible roiling across it. A surprisingly gentle landing and I am
deep in the bright water. Dolphins swarm around me and lead me towards
an island sand bar submerged inches below the surface level. They sing
to me some strange message.
- WHAM. I am quite abruptly sitting on the carpeted floor of my friend,
Ali's, dorm room. Ali himself is sitting in front of me with a wry
smile on his face. The room is bare of decorations as if it's the end of
the year and everyone has moved out, leaving only pale dorm furniture. As
far as I can tell, I was standing on the sand bar out on the ocean just a
moment before--but I also have the peculiar feeling that I was sitting
here the whole time. I stutter as I explain to Ali that I seem to be
having trouble remembering what's going on or how I got here. He explains
patiently that I have just smoked Salvia divinorum and am probably
feeling some dissociative effects. When he says this I recall the truth
of his words and think how pleasant it is to have such a powerful
metaphysical experience without fear of any kind.
- WHAM. Now I am sitting on the grass in the Porter College quad.
Again I'm with my friend Ali and he has the same wry look. Hesitantly, I
ask, "Did I just smoke Salvia?" He confirms that I did. I think to
myself that this is truly the strangest entheogen there is. Soon I find
myself in another dorm room at night, with Ali of course. Then in a city
park. Then behind a supermarket. Though I'm always in a different
location, Ali is always with me and I've always just smoked Salvia. This
process repeats about a hundred times before morning comes and lifts me
back into consensus reality.
The day after this dream, I told Ali about it because it was so vivid and strange. He grinned wryly and told me that he and some other people had in fact smoked Salvia on a whim late that night while I was asleep in bed ten miles away. It had been six months since he'd last smoked it and I had no previous knowledge
that he was going to. We laughed at this paranormal
phenomenon--they happen more and more often as time goes by. I guess you can get used to anything.