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It’s dark in here, but stinging flashes of light are trying to break through my tranquility. There’s a peculiar noise of some sort, but I can’t hear it, I can only feel it pounding on my skin. I feel something else on my skin. Wait a second! This shouldn’t be normal, I should hear it and not feel it on my skin and I should be able to see the light. My restless mind starts pacing as usual, even in the worst circumstances. It’s usually a burden of the highest order when my brain keeps running in the background all the time as if trying to find a way out of a burning pit of hell. Am I smart? Nope! Who am I kidding? I’m much more than that with my IQ of 148 and an eidetic memory. I remember all conversations that I had since the age of three. All the moments in life that normal people just wish to capture forever are sealed secure in my secret reveries as if they occurred yesterday. There are moments when your mind becomes the biggest cause of hurt and you could give anything, I repeat anything, to just shut it down for a while and relax like everybody else around you. There are those few moments of inebriation when all those people finally stop looking like hairless apes and you don’t have to bother feeling frustrated by their lack of understanding or illogical behavior. That’s why I love intoxication in all the beautiful forms, but my current situation of my five senses exchanging their jobs is extremely scary for a control freak like me. So it's high time that my mind gets up and running. As my mind gushes out of slumber rather abruptly, it’s all so overwhelming. My eardrums spike up as if they will burst or I may get a heart attack. It’s so loud that I put my hands over my ears to cover them. The woofer, Oh god! Somebody needs to stop this madness and get me out of here. The woofer is figuratively plucking out every nerve cell in my body. With my eyes and ears shut, I use every drop of strength to use my mind. Ok let’s start with the basics: I have lost control over my body and senses, but the good part is that I can understand that. The music is deafening but at least I can hear it now instead of feeling it on my skin and understand that it is music, Trance or Electro maybe. The feeling on my skin was actually the woofer’s vibrations increasing my blood pressure and elevating my heart rate. All I have to do now is to absorb the little idea I have of my surroundings and acclimatize to it. My mind starts running in all sorts of directions, did I drink too much, did I try smoking up (that never leaves me standing on my two feet) or maybe somebody gave me Roofies??? Oh no! There goes another irrelevant paranoid trail of thoughts. I try to focus really hard on what I feel on my skin. I feel something on my tummy, but it’s so subtle and ticklish that I can’t really make out what it is. Paranoia takes over, but on the plus side, my brain functioning spikes up, and I open my eyes. For a moment, I was blinded and then lost in the breathtaking beauty of the patterns of lasers over smoke. All the colors are so bright and beautiful. My ears are finally attuned to the sound of the music, and the lights seem to dance over the smoke along with the beats playing. I just lay there looking up at the lights and feeling the music with my jaw dropped open. After what felt like an eternity, I tried to gather some strength to move my neck. I look up, and I see a small circular roof over my head backlit by red light, with hundreds of strings of golden beads hanging from it. I find myself lying down on a black leather couch in the shape of a semi-circle fitting the cylindrical premises of my immediate and newly discovered surroundings where a beautiful maroon fabric clads the walls. I turn to look at my belly to unravel the source of the strange sensation that set me so deep into paranoia. I see hair, long blonde hair and the head that lies underneath, rises and I can only see big blue eyes. I concentrate further and I see three lines of white powder on my stomach which was exposed by a rather peculiar cocktail dress that I wore. The blue eyes disappear again to sniff one of those lines. As they rise up again, I see a beautiful blonde woman sitting on the round table in front of the couch. The woman looks into my eyes and leans towards me, she holds me firmly and helps me sit up from the rather dead position in which I was lying on the couch. I try to force my mind to help me create words when she suddenly runs her fingers through my hair, holds my cheeks and buries her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't formulate words but in a moment of adrenaline rush, I shrug her away pushing her on the couch and I stagger on my feet to stand up. The only thought on my mind was to escape. I tried to run but as I came out of the cylindrical room, it’s a pool of crazy inebriated people walking and dancing around like zombies. Their bodies clung together as if an orgy was ongoing. I shook my head to regain my senses.