High

When I was a kid and used to dream while I slept, I frequently had a dream, or a dreamspot that I could never explain while conscious, because it was a great odd five-senses-experience trip. While I grew up, the dream diminished its frequency, until it stopped. Now that I don’t have it, and happened to "smoke" once, I think that the effect fills the hollow of that unexplainable and beautiful oddity.

Also, when it sent me high, my mind tricked me words while writing, like right now. Night instead of like and some other stuff. This effect makes me just remember when Anthony Burgess said that to smoke a joint helped him to write, immediately thinking to myself that all those tricky words sent to him by his mind, were the ones that started all his famous sentences and quotes, shaping whole stories.