The Whoodoo & Vootskoots

[TheGreatHabiblious]

Swim likes nitrous, alot. He used to have access to pharmecutical grade daily, soon random lunch time recreation on the tanks turned in to 5 hour evening sessions where his mind was turned inside out, the only thing that stopped him was when it got dark outside because thats when the waredog and uncoutin hound came out, not that he wouldnt talk to them for a while but their negative presence and red flashes they would make the room appear in would make anyone uncomfortable.
In the beginning it wasnt nearly as intense. Random visuals/people cut outs/shapes/diagrams of awesome ideas would come in and out along with all the other things, ie: sounds, pulsing, randomly related super intelligent coherent thought that couldnt be explained later but he would still spend hours trying, which is really hard to do when you cant remember but bits and pieces of what your trying to say. It took a while, and many hours of swim sitting on the tanks but he finally started seeing people, entities, creatures, fairies, orbs, objects took on personalities. All the personalities stayed so consistent swim felt like it was another dimension his mind would take him to. He started a band with the clock on the wall, the cabinet door that housed the nitrous dispenser and a drawer. It was a crappy band mind you.
When the visuals started getting more intense for swim, so did the sounds. He would hyperventilate and do a semi meditation routine before hitting the tanks and after a while he could turn this alternate world on almost instanly with that alone. He would crouch infront of the dispenser, turn the nitrous handle all the way around and then just bump on the oxygen handle and cover the end of the tubes that normally went to the face mask with his thumbs, watch the balloon fill, take it all down, and a chorus of voices would ring out along with a shiver down his spine. Alot of times he would see a tube, a really long one, with a tongue sticking out the end, this is where he believed that sound to originate. Then bass would kick in and they would always sing the same song, saying something about 'man these hoops,' the things they would say are hard to translate since they spoke in something he would call tongues. Swim has never heard tongues, but when hes on it they talk to him and he responds in something he believes is tongues. Some examples of words: schrebdebdidoink, schriloink, hey hoots. After the rap music some times two monks in brown robes walk from to the hall way to another room and a loud voice would ring out 'minds thinking.'
These things were pretty common occurrences, but sometimes it was just Swim and the Great Habiblious. The same dispenser that he uses to adjust the gas has two arms, two gages for the gas that had two tubes with balls (his eyes) in them that would rythmically bounce as the gas passed over them and a bag underneath it that would act as his body. His eyes made swim feel like the Great Habiblious put him in a trance, even more so than the gas already did. TGH called what he did 'shooting skeet' he also called it the 'voots skoots.' Overall everything around swim was a part of the whoodoo, creatures exsisted there that he had never seen. Everything exsisted in his peripherals. Sometimes an arm would reach around a corner and wave on the hemihemis and a whole group of midgets would run in all repeating 'hemihemi' and gather in a group behind him repeating that. There was lots of singing, which is almost what alot of their talking would turn in to some variation of. Lots of crazy visuals/mindbending thoughts and conversations shared with the people/things who exsist in that realm.
A fairy once came in the room, gave the cabinet door, drawer and clock a card. Placed them in imaginairy pockets. Then turned to swim and grabbed a strand of his sweat soaked hair and said 'follow me.' As she led him down the hall, the clock there commented on how cute they were as swim walked carefully as he could with a fairy pulling him along, her wings fluttering on his face. They walk by a pair of scissors left out sitting on a pile of cut paper and he he informs them: 'Im beat.' The fairy leads swim down another hall then to a closet where the tanks were and disappears. The effects had worn off by then swim presumes. Other times visuals would come thru his unconcious mind, but even then they were mostly people or personalities. Wether it be a pair of wrestlers in pink spandex suits yelling whhhhooooaaaa as swim rocks back and forth or a giant penguin suit kicking around trash it was always something different, completely realistic and something swim never thought of before.
Theres so many stories I have heard about that I could tell but that would be tons of typing and Im sure Ive said enough by now as I shouldnt make my first post a novel, what swim wants me to find out more than anything is if anyone has ever had or heard of something even close to a similar experience. Thanks for reading.