Sleep Disease

It's the 'Bomb effect'. Your insides burn, and get eaten by a black hole, and then... you're empty. Your eyes are on the floor, sweating their ass off, while you're trying to find the image again. 'Ah, it must be that fucking hacker from last night.' you think. But no, it's not. Your data is still there, alive and full of energy. And when you finally make a plan to get out of the shit, like in that cool movie with Bruce Willis you saw last night, while you wondered if there could be a bigger shit than what you were watching on the damn old TV on the so famous HBO, BAM! Light is home! You can actually see the ceiling pointing a gun at you!
No, wait...that's your father pointing a gun at you...What can you do about it?! You always mistake him for anything that's large...
No! 'Everything must be an illusion' you say to yourself. And your brain gets distracted...by the floor which took the shape of water. And then it hit you: you never learned to swim. 'Panic! I have to panic!' but nothing comes out of your heart, out of your lungs, except worms... poor creatures! They didn't really have what to eat...damn cigarettes! NO! DAMN CANCER! He's the one we should blame!
Here comes the legendary yellow duck! 'You're cool like plastic, Mss. Duck!' you shout. ' Mss. my ass! Can't you see I'm male?!' it shouts back. And what an ass he had!
And then, when you were starting to enjoy the conversation with Mss....no...Mr. Duck, someone decides to give you a nice pat on the back and block your airways. 'Spit everything out!' your brain says, but you want to hold onto the sensation a little longer and endure the horrible feeling of wanting to vomit. It grows on you, it's pure ecstasy. Your whole body is on fire, but it's nice. It's winter after all, and outside are -10 degrees Celsius.
But it has to end somehow. The floor is no longer water, but transforms into pure air. Your legs ,which you were staring at, become bigger and bigger and slowly leave the ground. The light is way too powerful, the music you were listening to is too loud, you can hear everything clearly, you can see everything ten times better.
Your tongue is now numb, and your teeth hurt. You want something or someone to move it but no one's near. Your airways are on fire and you can barely breathe. You can't swallow anything, it gets stuck in your throat and you can't do anything but spit everything out.
Your world is spinning and your eyes hurt, but your whole body is relaxing and goes to sleep quietly.
My sister has regained her rationality and gave me weed...we should celebrate....less than a week till Christmas. And I want to see Mr. Duck again. He was funny.