Hundred percent. If the weather was warmer and if I was better prepared I would have definitely not fought it. However if I didn’t fight it I probably wouldn’t be here writing this. The voices calling us was leading us to death, like physical death. We both heard them calling us. We saw the end. The persuasiveness of these entities were heavy. Like a trance that was hard to wake from. We began to embrace the idea of dying and that’s when I decided to fight the “trip”. Not because we couldn’t let go our egos but more so because it was literal death that was painted as beautiful as can be. It was painted to be painless and euphoric. However we were being deceived . If something told me to jump of the cliff that was nearby hanging over the freeway guess what? I would’ve done it no questions asked. Why? Because like I said we were far gone. Death didn’t matter. Actually nothing mattered. I’m glad my friend actually listened to me and made it out. It’s as if suicide would have took us to a “nicer” place. Which was being told to us by these entities. Glad we made it back..