a(void)tofill

A documentation of my mind through dreams and psychedelic trips. Not in chronological order, because time has no meaning when you are in these states.

[nebularghost]

dream

07.05.2018

We have some general idea what life is like. It seems to be this mechanism which has a predetermined set of events—like clockwork, continuously moving forward—yet every single part is bound to end at death- destruction- entropy's will at some point. A seemingly never-ending cycle. 

[Following the Stoned Ape Hypothesis,] does the use of psychedelics help us break out of that loop? As we became more aware/conscious throughout history, we began to learn and create better things—tools, language, society, art, medicine, technology, simulations, AI. We began to transcend limitations.

Yet it feels like there is some sort of universal cognitive dissonance that holds us back: [psychedelic] drugs become illegal. We wage wars. We kill ourselves and destroy what we’ve created. We sabotage our own progress like it is in our nature to do so. Can there ever be true liberation outside of the End? Are we all bound to answer the call of the void?

[nebularghost]

interlude

I sometimes fear that one night I will go to sleep and dream, and then be forever stuck in that dream. Not dead, just dreaming eternally.

...or maybe I will finally be awake, if this life I thought I knew was actually the dream.

[nebularghost]

trip (ketamine)

03.11.2016

I was home alone one night, when plans suddenly changed, and so I decided to try and venture into the K-hole (which I had been contemplating on doing for sometime). I prepared a little playlist to guide my journey inwards, did 3 lines of what roughly looked like 50-75mg each, put on my headphones, laid in bed and got comfy. I must say, despite my preparation, I was still a bit nervous when it was coming up pretty fast, but with the relaxing tunes, I eventually eased my way into it.

The first segment was with this really calm piece by Keith Kenniff (Helios) called Bairn. It was a serene blend of natural sounds like the ocean, wind, leaves, birds, with subtle piano melodies here and there. I just lay there, with my eyes closed, hardly any closed-eye visuals, but instead there was this great heavy ‘force’ all over me. It was like some sort of gravitational field pushing and pulling, squishing and stretching me all at the same time. It didn’t hurt, but instead felt somewhat relaxing. It’s a bit hard to recollect all the memories/experiences during this “trip” as it feels like a dream now. I felt more at ease and calm with myself, and I kept thinking things in life were going int he right direction. Some major thoughts I had were that of pursuing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and general fitness throughout my life, and that of trying out sensory deprivation tanks.

I tried moving around a bit and opening my eyes, but my vision was all wonky, like my two eyes were not aligned on the same angle. My limbs also felt like they were twisting or twisted when in fact they were just straight on the bed. Moving felt strange, and so I closed my eyes again and let the second track begin.

This time it was Röyksopp’s Shores of Easy that played—easily placed right up there in my top favorite music. The beginning of the track made me feel like I was in a shuttle getting launched into space. This is the point where I began to see closed-eye visuals, but that of a dissociative, which is super strange in its own way. They all felt like movies or watching dreams, but from a distorted angle or view. This was very interesting but there wasn’t a lot that really made any sense. I don’t think I have anything more to add to this than to say it was a strange yet fun ride.

And lastly, as my voyage gradually slows to an end, Come by Lemon Jelly takes hold. This is a very easygoing and peaceful song, which I think was a good match for the finale. Not much to say here except that I felt like I was in the early stages of waking up from a dream in the morning, energy was coming back, and the heavy ‘force’ was lifted.

In conclusion, I’m not entirely sure if I reached a K-hole, but possibly something close to it. The whole experience mostly felt like a dream, but also provided me with a positive mood lift and some very valuable insight! Back to focusing on self-development and laying off the psychonautics for a while.

[nebularghost]

dream

04.06.2015

“Terms are getting harder for us to define now. (Or are we getting harder to define in terms?) How can you be sure that what ‘is’ actually is; if the moment now actually is ‘it’; is the ‘you’ really you?

Be careful you are not replaced. They are waiting for that exact ‘this’. (Who are ‘they’?) Slowly, they have changed things.”

[nebularghost]

dream

11.09.2014

One afternoon, I was walking home from school with some friends. They asked if I wanted to come with them to the arcade and play. I had to decline because I was going to visit my grandfather.

When I got to my grandfather’s place and I saw him lying in bed, tired from cleaning out his house the whole day. He had a small antique, framed mirror at the foot of his bed. I asked why he hadn’t put it up on a wall or desk, and he said it was because he was going to get rid of it. I noticed something weird though: it reflected some marbles on the floor even if there weren't any there. I asked him about this and though he was reluctant to answer, he told me that mirrors can reflect things that you want but sometimes it’s the other way around. I didn’t pay much heed to what he said because he usually just likes to play tricks on me.

A week later he passed away. My parents never told me how he died; all they said was that it was some accident at home. We lived in an old house that was recently bought and needed repairs, so my parents had always told me to stay away from the attic because the floorboards were old and could just snap at any time. Sometimes we’d even hear from our neighbors to get the place blessed aside from having the repairs, but my folks were often too busy and hardly home, so I was mostly at my grandfather’s place until the recent tragedy. 

Some months later, it was summer. And I was looking for some junk in our house to tinker and play with. I decided to check the attic since my father kept most of the unused stuff up there. I pulled down the staircase to the attic and as I went up, the steps creaked and a few even cracked. Curious to see what kind of items I might discover up there, I turned on my flashlight and began rummaging through some boxes and chests. As I was swinging the light around the room, I noticed a flash from a huge, ornamental mirror at the back of the room with some boxes in its area. So I went toward it with my flashlight shining in its direction. The light hit the base of the mirror and a strange reflection caught my eye. I stepped in closer and moved the boxes out of the way so I might find what it was, but there was nothing on the floor. I had the light focused at the base where I was standing now and when I looked back at the mirror, I noticed a pair of pale, crooked, old feet standing behind me.

[nebularghost]

trip (5-meo-mipt)

07.04.2014

Siargao, Philippines

Substance: 5-MeO-MIPT (moxy) Amount: one capsule containing 10-12mg Estimated duration: 9:00PM - 3:00AM (~6 hours)

It was our fourth day in Siargao, and we had just gotten back to our hotel after a long day of touring the island (plus all the other activities from the previous days). Since it was going to be our last night there and we still had the remaining moxy capsules (we tried a larger dose of MXE the previous night), we decided to have a quick rest and take them before heading out to check the nightlife on the island.

This would be my second time to take moxy (first time was in Boracay and I didn't really feel much of it) and the first for my friend. We both dropped at around 9:00PM and then just chilled by the porch waiting for it to kick in. Since we were both tired, we decided to get some more rest and try to sleep, so we went back to our room. I decided to put on some tunes (Shpongle) as I was already feeling it come up, but when I peeked at my friend a few minutes later to see how she was doing, she was fast asleep!

The first wave seemed to be akin to what I felt during my first time (slightly nauseous), but the music was now taking control. I tried to relax and get some sleep since I was tired but I should have known that would be impossible. The closed-eye visuals had begun. I was tripping. Hard.

Some hour or two in, my friend and her sister woke up and decided it was time to go out to the bars. But I was already having second thoughts. I was panicking because my heartbeat/pulse was way faster than normal and I was feeling hot and cold- something that never happened to me back in Boracay. I was worried I might have a stroke in that deserted place (hospitals were far, no transport, and probably not even medically equipped for a situation as this). While my friend was almost sober, the drug having little to no effect on her at all, I was going bonkers. I decided to skip the night out and chill out in my room and stay hydrated.

As soon as they left, I began doing some research on the possible dangers of this substance because I did not want to fucking die on a trip like this. Thankfully I made it to Tripsit and got in touch with the ever kind and helpful folk there. They reassured and calmed me saying that it is normal of a stimulant psychedelic and it was most likely due to my exhaustion. Taking their advice, I lied down and listen to some calming tunes to put my mind at easy and enjoy the trip.

This is where it began to be enjoyable. The nausea and panic were gone, I was tripping hard to some good music and had closed- and open-eye visuals (Mostly fractals. Something I never had during my first moxy trip)! Even without music, I seemed to get auditory hallucinations where my mind would just create "music". And when listening to music, oh man, there were just so many things to see (depending on what kind of music was playing)!

Another note-worthy thing, everything was almost always sexually interesting. I wanted to cuddle. I wanted to fuck. Some of my closed-eye visuals were about sex. Even when I put on some meditative-Om-mantra-binaural-beats, I saw some Hindu deity naked and melt into her boobs and vagina. But I was alone. Sad.

By the time my friends got back, I was still not done. While they were tired and hit the sack, I kept on tripping even if I wanted to sleep already (we had to be up again early the next day to surf). At around 3:00AM I was finally able to doze off.

Important note: never do moxy again when exhausted or in a very isolated area. It is a very interesting psychedelic that I may or may not use again in the future. I just don't like the feeling of vasoconstriction and nausea that accompanies it.

Here is the meditative piece that helped me calm down. It's very useful (for meditating) even when sober.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApINbGVpYEs

[nebularghost]

trip (psilocybe pajateros)

08.08.2012

Magic Truffles in Amsterdam, Netherlands

Substance: Dragon's Dynamite (Psilocybe Pajateros) Amount: 15 grams (dried) Estimated duration: 11:00AM - 6:00PM (~7 hours)

(As I'm trying to recall this trip from 2 years ago, I might lack some details)

A little backstory first: I was doing a Eurotrip with a bunch of Australians that I had just met on that trip. On the day that we arrived in Amsterdam, after the guided tour, we had the evening to ourselves. Most of us went to a coffee shop to try some of the local "delicacies". I stopped by a closing smartshop to look for psychedelics (hoping there would be some LSD, though it's illegal). The only thing I managed to score was a pack of magic truffles. I bought the "strongest" one to be sure. Afterwards, I joined my friends and had a space cake, then shared a joint with my 3 buddies while walking back to our hostel. But by the time we got to the hostel, I had been hit so heavily that I only felt like I just wanted to lie down and go to sleep-- which is exactly what I did. (Note: it was most probably too much indica)

Next day we all went on a bicycle tour around the city. Remembering last night's experience, I had begun to think to myself that maybe the drugs in Amsterdam was just a sham... just a tourist trap of not-really-potent stuff. While initially I had some reservation about eating all of the 15 grams of truffles I bought since it was labelled to be the "strongest", after some pondering on last night's experience I just decided to munch the whole thing down while going around exploring the city with my group. I recall that it tasted like expired nuts... or licking a battery.

Well, around 20 minutes in, I started feeling nauseous, then giddy as I was coming up. Colors became so much more vivid and I felt so happy that I even started hugging a lamppost while my friends were laughing at me. As we continued strolling around, things got a bit more confusing, as the crowd multiplied. I kept telling my friends not to lose me because I was worried that I would get lost in all the confusion (the streets and houses seemed to stretch on to forever). Funny thing was that we were now in the market place with bazaars and such, and I was the only member of our group tripping out (none of them even smoked). I was probably even the only one in that market place who was tripping out, all the while I was thinking that everybody there was as wigged out as me!

Another thing that I remember was not being sure of wanting to take a piss or not, so I went to the nearest McDonald's to use their toilet. But there was a long line, and I felt as if I had been standing in line for half an hour without it moving (which in reality was probably only like 5 minutes or less). Then I just started giggling at the thought of "why humans even need to pee". The people must have thought I lost my marbles... or maybe not, considering we're all in Amsterdam.

When I had rejoined with the group, I noticed that all their faces looked like characters from the Simpsons! Being Caucasians, their skin was now orange-y and their faces looked weird and squiggly. One of our friends, Maddy, looked so immaculate when she stared at me with her blue eyes and white skin. Her blonde hair and face seemed to glow, with her hair strands flying in the wind looking like rays of light. Amazing.

Me and the guys separated from the group to visit a coffee shop and have a smoke and some brownies. I just really wanted a fucking ham and cheese sandwich at that time. After placing our orders, we sat on a table outside and waited. Time was going so slow for me that I thought they might have forgotten about my sandwich. I was about to go back and ask when my friend told me that we had only been sitting down for (again) around 5 minutes. When our orders did come, I took a few big bites out of my toasted ham and cheese sandwich. Satisfaction... not really. I wasn't even hungry anymore, just distracted with the "pores" that were opening out from my sandwich's crust. I just kept staring it, while my friends who were already high were, in turn, staring at me. And we all had a good laugh about that. And then it struck me. The best idea ever: take a piece of this sandwich and put it into the plastic container of my now-eaten truffles, and keep it as my souvenir from Amsterdam! (Of course it wasn't the best idea ever, but everything is the best idea ever when you're tripped outta your mind)

Afterwards, we kept on walking and we somehow ended back in the hostel (me being so surprised as to how we got back because my mind was in utter chaos because of the environment). I ended up in the pantry area, sitting down, and stuck in my head. I felt my ego being dissolved. I was asking myself questions like, "Where am I? How did I end up here? Am I really in Europe? Who am I with? What's the difference between friends and family? Did I really come from the Philippines? How will I ever get back? Why should I?"

Eventually, I started picking myself up and putting back the pieces of me back together just in time for our farewell dinner. As we approached our floating restaurant, I saw some ducks in the water, remembered the leftover sandwich, and fed it to the ducks.

[nebularghost]

interlude / reminder

Just a thought that crossed my hyperactive mind one night before sleeping: I am genuinely grateful that I have met the people in my life; despite the other countless possibilities, I met them. From childhood friends, to the best dorm mates, to all my classmates and teachers, my awesome co-workers, my bosses who inspire and motivate me, to foreigners and strangers I've met across the world, online, and even here in this country, to people I met by random encounters, to my relatives, to musicians and artists who bring so much color and wonder into the world.

I am grateful for the wide variety of experiences I have had the chance to experience: physical, visual, auditory, mental, sensual, emotional, and even spiritual. To the places I've been to, the things I've seen and done, to the music I have heard, the words I've read, and the foods I have tasted. To have loved, been loved, and to continue loving.

I say now unto myself, "Let this be a reminder to look upon whenever you feel sad or worthless or weak. There is still so much more to experience in the Universe right now. So much more to look forward to and be grateful for in the Self and in Others."

[nebularghost]

trip (lysergic acid diethylamide)

04.12.2014

Summer Peace Festival in Cagayan de Oro, Philippines

Estimated trip duration: 6:00PM - 6:00AM

I wasn't exactly sure about tripping at night in the jungle at first, because Jim said he wasn't going to (but he obviously did) because he didn't want to end up rolling in the mud, juggling flaming shit. I also had some reservations because this was a much larger gathering with people I didn't know and I wasn't even sure if everybody would not be sober.

I can't really arrange the following in chronological order because I was a bit overloaded with what was happening at the time:

Saw shadows of the trees play and take on a variety of forms (bust most prominently, spider webs).

Saw colors emerge from the shadowy corners of bamboo leaves.

Thought the people surrounding me in our table were representations of myself and that humanity/life was an illusion. No life or death, just this.

Deepest realization: I need to find my dad before it's too late.

Also got the chance to meet and briefly talk to Kat Alano! But unfortunately I was too spaced out to say anything intelligible to her.

Discovered Bullet Dumas and saw him perform live. Best performance of the night. Probably due to the fact that I thought he had four arms because he was playing the guitar so insanely good. The words in his lyrics didn't even seem like any real words, but they made so much sense.

Walking through the forest with muddy soil and it sort of got me lost. I thought there were zombies crawling in the mud.

Went back to my cabin and decided to see what I would write. I wrote down the name of the person I really missed at the moment.

Saw gecko patterns on the rocks and mud as I was climbing up to my cabin.

Puzzled by the difference of beer, water, and coke. They're all liquids anyway...

Wondered why humans still needed to use the toilet.

Stayed too long in the circular toilet (or maybe I just think I did) because it was so trippy. (I wonder if they designed it for that purpose)

Slept under a tree with my sleeping bag until the rain woke me up.

And as usual: Fractals. Fractals everywhere. Open-eye visuals and closed-eye visuals..

Some funny conversations:

As I was just starting to peak, my friend asks: "Are you seeing things yet?" "... they're seeing me."

Me, being too wigged out and starting to get thirsty, asking a friend: "How does a normal person ask for water?" My friend's response: "Go up to them and say 'I want to take a shit on your face.'"

"Blame it on the alcohol."

Overall, it was a fantastic experience! The music, people, animals, and nature were all so great. 

[nebularghost]

dream

How will I ever find you in real life?

I met you on the streets, after a movie's premiere, I think. You seemed to be working for some actor.

We ended up on your couch and shared a cup of ayahuasca, held each other closer and made out. I admitted I was in love, and so did you. But I then grew sad because I somehow realized that this was a dream and you'd be gone soon.

[still in the dream] The next day you had gone... To a different country, it seems. So I sent my consciousness back a couple of days to find you again. I made it to your apartment, where you were staying with your boyfriend. When I knocked on the door, he answered and I just asked if this is where you lived and if I could just talk to you for 10 minutes. He didn't seem to care at all and called you. We talked. I introduced myself and told you my story. That my consciousness actually came from a few days into the future where we were in love. You said that you were leaving so I asked if we could see each other again for the next couple of days before you had to go.

I loved you. I already knew at that time I was dreaming and you never existed. But I still wish to find you one day in this reality. Or at least, do come visit me again in my dreams.

[nebularghost]

trip (lysergic acid diethylamide)

11.30.2013

My first encounter with Lucy.

She finally found me after about 4 years of searching for her. I think it was called Golden Sunrise. LSD straight from Switzerland itself. I took it around 1:00PM down by the docks, then went back up with Jim to their room to smoked a bowl and have a sip of beer, after which I got high as fuck. We walked back down to the docks (felt like forever because I was blazed) and that's when I started tripping hard. The LSD just kicked out the high. The trees all started swirling and waving at me, the dock I was sitting on felt like it was slowly sinking. I lied down and stared at the clouds. At first I started seeing bright patterns, then things started taking shape. I could see whatever I wanted to see. Jim asked if I see the dragons yet, no sooner had he said it, then lo and behold, a fucking dragon formed in the clouds! Not just the fluffy kind of cloud-dragon-shape you would try to see when sober; but a really detailed dragon was flapping its wings up there!

We also watched the sunset. The sun was a golden orb being wrapped by the clouds. You could see its rays trying to escape from the clouds' grasp. It was beautiful. I tried closing my eyes, but it didn't work. I could still see everything AND MORE! I even tried covering them with my hands, but my hands just flew off and multiplied.

As the light faded away, the music started playing. I went back up to my room to try and write/draw what I wad feeling, and also to take a look at my face. Good thing I went up before it was completely dark because the winding path up was kind of creepy– all those trees and branches hunching over me like I was lost in some dark forest. But it was controllable, unlike shrooms. I would have freaked out but I didn't. I just smiled and accepted this hallucination. I finally reached my room and looked in the mirror to see my overly dilated eyes. I tried listening to my calm songs and wrote out the date and the word "ACID." and even tried a little sketch of my face. The ink just seemed to melt away. I decided to head back down to see what was happening as I heard the bass pumping.

The setup and music and lights were dazzling! But I also went back to the docks to do some stargazing. Magical is just how to describe it. I don't think I've seen as many stars as those in my whole life. They all looked like glittering gems of different colors. I was feeling a bit heavy and tired so I went up to the DJ's booth and lied down at the back, closed my eyes, and let the visuals take over. Now I know how people make cartoons. I even saw a cartoon version of Dr. Albert Hofmann riding a bike and waving at me, as if to welcome me to his world. The visuals acid gives is just amazing and so creative.

There was also some point where I asked for water and wasn't sure if my cup was melting or if it had a hole at the bottom. It had a hole, so I guess it wasn't that intense. But I tripped out hard to the puddle it made, and the ant going around it. All surfaces became so amazing. I even saw the golden ratio in a spider web. So I guess that's the beginning of the so-called Fractal Enlightenment..?

All in all, it was more of a spiritual and mind opening experience, compared to shrooms which feels more emotional. I made a lot of new friends and had some realizations: - Avoid fast foods - Eat healthier, more veggies - Exercise - Stay positive

After heading to bed at almost 3:00AM, I woke up the next day at 10:00AM feeling refreshed and more alive than ever! Up until now I still feel so happy and "high" on life when I recall this memory :)

Other thoughts that stuck with me: "Remember, remember, the end of November." "It is what it is." "You should get a tattoo to commemorate this date. In Roman numerals. XIIIIIIIIIIIIeyeyeyeyeyeyeeyeye........"

Aum is a bow, The arrow is the Self, And Absolute Reality is the mark.

[nebularghost]

trip (psilocybin mushrooms)

05.17.2013

My most intense trip ever.

Amount: a little over half a jar (?? grams) Estimated duration: 11:30PM - 3:30AM (~4 hours) Setting: beach resort (night)

The first 2 hours were spent talking with friends, roaming around the resort (some places looked like little hidden hobbit lands), sitting under a tree with dripping lights and just staring at it (lying on and stroking the grass beneath it, it felt so good and I felt so blissful that I said I even wanted to marry that tree). I also tried listening to the psychedelic playlist I composed from stereodose.com (the music was so good, I felt ecstatic just curled up on my bed listening to it), and looking at a previously dull but now amazingly lively painting of a horse (everything in the picture seemed to be moving and there was also color-shifting).

The next 2 hours was the overwhelming part. I don't remember how I ended back in our hotel room, as I was out exploring the resort grounds. The next thing I know is that I'm lying face-down in bed, trying to swim through my blanket in the darkness because my boss turned off the lights. I asked, "Why did you turn off the lights?" "Because it's sleepy time." All that was left of my mind was "why do humans even need to sleep?"

So as I struggle to navigate through the blanket I realize, for a brief moment, the meaning of life. But that meaning slips through my grasp as easily as it came to me. I keep holding on to my phone and checking the time... "1:19AM... 2 more hours... I took shrooms... shrooms only lasts 4-6 hours. I know that..." Roughly 2 hours later, I check my phone again: "1:19AM. Fuck."

That's when I lose it. I lose grasp of my phone. My body disappears. All that's left is darkness. At this point, my ego is completely gone. I am no longer me. I am everything and all at once. I don't even know how to explain this part... I keep seeing weird geometrical shapes, colors, and patterns... darkness again. A white light. The smell of flowers (or maybe just some fragrant soap). I see my recent memories going in a loop, melting and merging together. I feel like I am going insane. I catch myself thinking that maybe there is no life or death. Maybe this is all just a memory going in a loop. Fear creeps in, telling myself that maybe I might be in a mental asylum with a straight jacket. But I remember this is just a trip. I just need to ride it out.

Soon I begin to open my eyes and see the room. My body starts to appear before me again. First, my skin, then my tattoos come back. Weird.

I decide to take a walk outside. Because at this point, everything feels like a lucid dream. As I am walking, I see someone coming towards me. I don't feel like seeing that person because I am tripping (and they are probably sober officemates who might think wrongly), so in my mind I wish them away. And all of a sudden, he changes directions and goes out of sight. Now I totally felt like I was in a lucid dream! I clasp my pocket because I want my phone. It's not there. I wish it to be there, so I reach into my pocket again and all of a sudden I feel my phone in my hand. I decide to test my "powers" once again. I walk towards a group singing karaoke. I'm thirsty. I wish I had water. So a glass of water appears in my hand and I drink it. Feels good. I explore a bit more, and decide to just open any door, wondering where it may lead to. I open the door to the room beside ours and I find my friends playing a board game. My friend looks like a troll. It was funny. I sit down to join them and play. They give me cards, but I feel as if time has stopped. So I excuse myself and wander towards another door. Turns out it's a dead end, just a toilet. The dream is over.

I head out, lie down on the porch and reflect on the whole trip. Life is amazing. Then I go to sleep and wake up well-refreshed.

(Painting inspired and done by my friend Mario, to whom I gave the remaining shrooms to in the morning. It was his first time.)

[nebularghost]

dream

11.07.2013

I was a sloth. Or at least a human pretending to be a sloth, but with sloth-like grip. I was on top of a very tall tree, next to an equally tall tree. I knew it was my destiny to climb down then climb up the other tree and reach its summit. I was a very determined sloth. As I descended, I remembered that the forest floor is full of predators. Predators that want to eat sloths. I do not like getting eaten. It is not a nice feeling. But as I near the bottom I realize I can't stretch far enough to grab onto the other tree's bark. So being the sloth I am – brave, or probably just dull, sometimes you can't tell the difference – I step on the ground. And this is where the whole dream turns fucking weird. As I step onto the brown leafy ground, the world suddenly becomes a whole lot bigger. The second tree looks like a mountain and I feel as if I've shrunk. But now the base of the second tree looks like a kitchen/dining area with a table, stove, sink, and refrigerator. On top of the refrigerator is a mattress. So I begin climbing, 'cause, you know, that's what sloths do. Well, mainly because I'm afraid of predators out to eat my slothy body. So I reach the top of the mattress and see lion and leopard cubs just roaming around on it. (Note: this mattress is fucking huge.) I want to freak the fuck out, but hey, I'm a sloth. So I just stare at them dumbfoundedly. But I do know they're out to devour me. Little bastards. Next thing I know is the tree is gone– heck, the whole forest is gone, and I'm in a maze of rooms with a bunch of other people trying to survive this now leopard-lion-human-hybrid-zombie-cub outbreak. They even spit out infectious syringes. What the fuck man? They're coming in from all doors and ventilation shafts. We try to barricade the room, but they keep coming through. We finally end up behind glass doors. Trapped. Waiting to be eaten by my natural predators. So I'm like, yeah, this is what I get for wanting to climb trees. I should've just been a goddamn sloth and stayed in my place up on that tree.