"Psilocybin seems to offer some people a route to an alternate view of reality, in which they shed the limitations of their individual consciousness and embrace a sense of interconnectedness and universality. These trips aren't temporary, but have transformative psychological effects. Even if we don't all end up on mushrooms, the studies offer insights on how we might minimize suffering and interpersonal strife and gain a sense of peace." ~ Brain Prank
The house was empty, making it a perfect time to sunbathe in the nude. Jade lay, lightly napping, with the debate of an invitation on her mind.
Attending an event or staying home, having no artist in the electronica genre, could be an introduction to new clientele. Jade was pivoting from promoting the rock bands of her high school to more dedicated artists in the greater Chicago area.
And Dmitri might be there. A tall Russian compatriot, Dmitri, was a connoisseur of psychedelic delights and stayed within reach of such events. Moreover, their mutual friend, Kyle, had requested her attendance.
Jade decided to hand the decision off to her intuition, confident the right path would reveal itself. The chaise lounge upon which she lay sat before a picture window that let in ample sunshine on a summer's day, and she'd been luxuriating in its brilliance before nodding off.
Emerald daggers pierced her reverie. A prickling sensation like wind through an open window. Jade felt detached from her body, still and supine on the couch. The notion of him shaking his head and sending his dirty blond dreads to bounce before slightly narrowed eyes projected against her eyelids, the power of his gaze sent shivers down her spine, and the rush of a pounding pulse below added to that ever-quickening rhythm. Jade shifted in her slumber, one hand dipping below the blanket's edge and settling between her thighs.
Smoky scenes swirled to form what the psychic connection suggested. Then, casting the consequences of a night not yet planned, Dmitri painted pictures as potentialities to give Jade a clue about what was possible if she wanted to play.
Recently, Dmitri procured a surplus of psilocybin mushrooms. It was summer, music festival season, and Ravinia was celebrating its Centennial, which meant he knew he'd have more than enough customers. Dmitri had calculated what his nights of experimentation would require and contacted associates to sell what was needed to keep a stash for free. He had previously found these particular psychedelics made it quite easy for him to attain an astral travel form.
At first, Dmitri dabbled by moving about his room, then to the kitchen to see what his mother was making for dinner, to his neighbors, especially while the trophy wife on Charleston Street was in the shower. Then, with a thought, he learned he could find himself in many places as his whim directed. At last, during a principally thoughtless moment, or rather, in a moment that contained no inherent thought of his own, Dmitri found himself at a friend's home as they thought of needing to give him a call.
"This is new," Dmitri had thought and found himself back in his body, in his room.
"Gav-no," Dmitri swore his frustration as he realized that trip had been his last. He then decided to research while waiting for the next batch.
Dmitri was straight out of the motherland, and there's something about the power of a Russian mind, not unlike a wolf in the night; he found 'the hunt' intoxicating. But, being a well-built, handsome man in his twenties with a thick accent and a bag full of drugs and cash, he had trouble finding the type of girl that required an artful pursuit. That is until he met Jade.
