4/10 on my dial. Bordering on uncomfortable. I’m sure I’ve described them a million times before.
I differentiate my positives into “simple” and “complex”. Complex being full detail spirits and angels, seeing them, or hearing them. Luckily I’m not dealing with those. What I am dealing with is “simple” hallucinations.
The arched ceiling looks globular and is flowing upwards to its crest. The floor is lapping against the couch like ripples on a rainy day puddle. Everything breathes. In slow pulses in and out, up and down, it lives. Walls, my phone, the tv, all breath with this universal second hand beat.
It’s an odd sensation, and I can feel it calling to thoughts of the nature of reality, which is not a good subject of thought during this time.
Is not exactly distressing, I’m still cognizant of them, and am in a safe place. But they are tiring, they’re annoying, and I wouldn’t dare drive under these conditions.
Best I can do to help it is lay low for a while, wait it out, sleep if I can and I’m not having closed eye visuals.
Such is the foils in llamahood.
