I had taken too much of a drug. 5-MEO-AMT was the name of the drug. It was a chemical that was bought online by someone I sort of knew.

The guy I knew gave us each a sample of the powder, with the doses measured out with the recessed area behind the filter of a Parliament cigarette. Unfortunately he had measured the doses as if it were a different chemical, AMT, and therefore the dose we took of 5-MEO-AMT was roughly 10 times that of a very strong dose.

Things got strange quickly, and I can remember vomiting copiously. Vomiting in the private bathroom in my dormitory, vomiting in the hallway, vomiting in my room, vomiting out the window in the stairwell. Later I saw firsthand that I had vomited so much that the bricks below the window were permanently stained by my purging.

I vaguely remember wanting the trip to stop, and hitting my head against the wall until I bled. This part is rather fuzzy but the scars on the back of my head confirm my vague recollections.

At some point I ended up inhaling some of my vomit which made it very difficult to breathe, and everything beyond this point is extremely hard to describe.

I felt like I was attached to a very powerful computer and my breathing made the computer go faster and slower. With every breath I took in, the computer sped up, and with every breath I exhaled, the computer slowed down. I wanted the computer to go faster, because when it did, I gained new and now meaningless insights on reality and existence.

Eventually, my existence consisted of a wheel, which would rapidly accelerate and decelerate, and at the moment of transition between the two I would see - I shit you not, a huge female pig. And the sow would kick me, providing the momentum for the wheel to turn again... slowly at first, but accelerating until the inevitable kick.

The pattern repeated for a very very long time, until I eventually opened my eyes and saw my teary eyed family members gathered around me.