Maybe it was some kind of caffeine withdrawal or they spike the red jello with something but there was definitely a point of no return in the last few days when the stars starting to dance in the sky and the walls started talking to me.
In hindsight, maybe I dreamed the whole thing but the mind plays some funny tricks on you when you are awake for 37 straight hours. It actually reminds me of flying to europe on a 4pm flight which lands you at 6am and hitting the road running. Basically with this pattern you are assured to get no sleep on the plane (who the hell is tired at 4pm) and you won't hit the sack until about 9pm European time that night. First you go on straight adrenaline, then you get really spent, then your second wind kicks in but you aren't really with it and finally your body gives out.
This was my life Thursday and Friday but after the second wind and the body giving out there was like a weird zone of deeper adrenaline but it wasn't something that came without side-effects. Forget LSD or shrooms, if you want to see the virgin Mary completely sober just deprive yourself of any sleep for 37 hours and you will start to see colors.
The body sans sleep does some incredible things but the brain starts moving at 100mph in ten directions at once. You still function but you aren't completely rational, your emotions take over and your heart pumps wildly because of the ten cups of coffee you've downed and all of a sudden you hit a wall.. Forget the wall at mile 20 in the marathon, cause if that is a wall than this is a mack truck and it's barreling right towards you.
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