I don't know how can I describe the beauties of a weed nap other than its amazing.
So after another day of sitting around in class baked, I finally go home to retire. Nothing to do other than report to work in a couple of hours, I decide to make myself some munchies and eventually kick back and watch a movie called "American Beauty". I soon began to grow wreary halfway in the movie as the character "Ricky" lulls me to sleep with his philosophies. Eyes grow weary...blinking so slowly each blink would skip to another scene. Now my eyes are closed, I can just hear Lester's conversation with his wife..."It's just a couch" he says. Opening my eyes again I resume to my movie and wipe the peanut butter and bread crumbs off my moustache. For the next 5 minutes I would zone out and just stare at the moving images without blinking...the images becomes blurry and frame begin to freeze.
My alarm clock goes off, reminding me that it's time to go to work. "What the...huh?" in response to the alarm clock. I was sleeping, I don't know how I fell asleep, but I just did. It's weird because in order to fall asleep one must close their eyes, but I didn't remember doing such thing. Whatever it was, it was beautiful (Amazing what the brain does in order to reboot). Was I already dreaming? Did I doze off and dreamt that I was still awake? What happened? Question began to fill my head as I yawn and scratch my ass. The was the best power nap I've ever experience.

I don't remember dreaming at all, just the image of the movie, and everything outside of that in 3rd person view. I just can't grasp what was pure nothingness felt so...exhilarating. It felt like my eyes were open but i dreamt as if my eyes were closed. How can nothingness bring such wonders? (I apologise if I'm not making sense, it's just I'm still lost over what happened to me just the other day.) And when woke up and went outside, it still felt like I was in a dream-like state; reality started to kick (the alarm clock), but I was still dreaming. I walk outside and played my music...I've never felt so happy. Cars were buzzing around but the roaring from the engines were muffled, and cars would travel ever so slowly...This was truly a dream but was soon interrupted by the honks from angry driver, flipping a driver off for cutting him off. I fell out of my dream like state and reality hit me, with it's screeching of tires and loud club music from cars.

(SpaceTimeTravel's lost highDEAs...not really lost just didn't want to publish it)
Enter a marathon
Before you start the race make sure you have your "equipment"
Once the race starts, try to get ahead of the runners by 10 meters
This will give you time to pull out your bowls/bong/ mushroom/ etc
Get fucked up and wait for the big group of runners to appear
Sit on the floor with you legs crossed.
Play this song "Turning" by Chairlift
It's like a stampede.

Hashish...stupid auto correct
Hansbro or The Parker Brothers should make a game called "Don't drop the bong"
Or Stoner Jenga where in the game when you strategically pull out the pieces out of the "building" , in each piece there's a quote from reputable philosophers. I don't know why would you want that but it's fun being high as fuck reading mind blowing shit while still trying to keep the jenga pieces from falling.

Bong Roulette
6 chambers in a .44 Magnum
6 players(blindfolded), and 6 separate orders of fried chicken
On the table are
5 nicely packed bowls of high quality kushy kush kush
and 1 nicely packed bowl of salvia (30x-50x) (DUM DUM DUM!!!!!!)

Who will receive the blazes of glory
And who will...think that he or she is a blade of grass
And who's gonna finish that drumstick? Yo is that yours? Can I-can I have one? Yea I know I got mine but dude you're about to throw that in the trash...that's wasting food bro. Thanks bro, why did you even buy food if you're not gonna eat it in the first place?
Haha whatever bro, that's why you're about to hit that salvia bowl haha...nah I'm just kidding bro.

"She emptied her mind of all thought of herself, of her children, of all anger, of all rebellion, of all questions. Then with a profound and deeply willed desire to believe, to be heard, as she done every day since the murder of carlo Rizzi, she said the necessary prayers for the soul of Michael Corleone."

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Tue, 03/19/2013 - 7:20pm


Sat, 03/03/2012 - 2:37am

I'm pretty sure I have had the same experience. Today! Power nap. The most rejuvenating kind of sleep. May the brain find full bliss in the REM sleep that I imburse myself in. Give me energy! Give me strength to gain knowledgefor progression. Sleep may take up a lot of time, but it certainly helps the brain and body learn. Keif.

Mon, 03/05/2012 - 8:08pm

Fuck this iPad, I can't read the title.

Mon, 03/05/2012 - 9:15pm

Hahaha *cough* *cough* ha *cough* haha *cough*
*cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*
*hacks & spits*
*spits* *cough*
*clears throat*


Ha you can't read my title.

Wed, 03/14/2012 - 9:10pm
Elnicko Says:

This is the shit bro, that bong roulette sounds fun as fuck.

Wed, 03/21/2012 - 1:12pm
csammy420 Says:

State of consciousness really fascinates me too. I love reading how bewildered you are about your experience haha. I've totally had the same thing happen though.

Your "lost highDEAS" are pretty funny too. I like the Jenga one... I legit want that so bad. Bong roulette is sweet too. I haven't played a game in so long.... I have the day off work today so maybe I'll get some kind of smoking superfun going.


Mon, 03/18/2013 - 9:20pm

what IS the power of nothingness????????? its trippin me out--->


Mon, 03/18/2013 - 10:50pm

i will be honest i am too high to remember what this highdea said and i didnt really read it not trying to be a jerk however great highdea and the upside down font seriously pulled my upvote thank you for being emotionally invested and or intriguing in this highdea.......

Tue, 03/19/2013 - 8:55pm
hollz420 Says:

your highdea is not as amazing as how you wrote it...i thought it was just my computer..or that i was so high that the type was all weird..but nope you're just fuckin talented, props.