Some friends and I ate some shrooms (2 grams for me)
and then went out to a restaurant, drove around, nothing much. Then we go back to his house. We watch some tv, it's messed up.
So then we decide to go to bed, still feeling the effects of the high. We leave the tv on, and soon it turns into the snow, you know, like when it's not a channel, just that gray snow...
I laid down and watched that screen for about an hour before I fell asleep. The whole time, all I saw was a thousand different images pop up from the tv snow channel. It made me think about various things: food, sex, camping, dogs, my mother, radio's, hockey, riots, etc.
So I fall asleep. Next thing I know, I awake to find something purring on my chest. It scared me half to death. I didn't know what to do. Although my high had worn off by now, I still felt a little something, and it made me panick.
I laid there for about 2 minutes before decideing just to leap up really fast, in hopes of whatever it was on my chest to go away. So I sat up really quickly, and all I hear is a "meow!". It was the stupid cat!
I was still very afraid of it, thinking that I had hurt it, and now it was out for revenge. So for the rest of the night, I slept with my covers pulled over my head.
When I woke up, the cat was lying on my chest again. Stupid cat...