Acid Trip

Chapter 1

"John don't."

John rolled his eyes and scoffed. He turned to look at the doe eyed lad leaning against the counter, staring him down.

"Please Macca. Some more won't kill me." John said smiling.

Paul rolled his eyes. "John look at yerself. You're exhausted. I've fallen asleep on acid before and the dreams are.......something."

John shrugged. "Macca I won't fall asleep. I'm right in the middle of writing this masterpiece of a song! It will fuck with people's heads as they try to decipher the lyrics it will be hilarious!"

Paul laughed. "Masterpiece? You mean complete nonsense?"

"Oh come on! It's supposed to be nonsense!" John argued.

Paul sighed. "Alright John. You do you. I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow." Paul said as he grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

John watched him leave. "He's no fun anymore." He groaned. He turned in his chair and got back to writing.

After a bit John's eyes got heavier. He tried his best not to fall asleep. He felt his eyelids get heavy and his pencil became heavier. It's like sandbags were attached to his pencil and eyelids. He tried his best to fight off the sleepiness but couldn't. He felt his head hit the desk and saw only the darkness as he fell asleep.

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John heard sounds from all around. It was like he was in the middle of a forest. He heard birds chirping, little streams running, and he could have sworn he felt the gentle spring breeze on his tired and weary body.

It took him great efforts to open his eyes. But he managed to. When he opened them however, he realized he did not see the ceiling of his home. When he looked around he wasn't even in London! He quickly sat up and looked around, hoping to see at least something familiar.

But he couldn't. Everything was so strange. He was in a huge garden of wonderful flowers and bushes. Every color of the rainbow seemed to pop out at him. Little critters scampered about as they went through with their lives as these huge flowers weren't out of the ordinary.

And no. They were not sunflowers.

John followed the dirt path through the garden, hoping to find a way out. He felt as if he was shrinking. The flowers were huge, and colorful. It felt as if the entire color wheel exploded onto these plants. He felt odd and out of place. He felt so ordinary in this huge colorful garden.

All of a sudden he was knocked to the ground. He landed on the ground with a loud thud. His head hurt like hell. He was just about to go and confront whatever had knocked him over, but then he was greeted by a blue eyed stranger with rabbit ears and a rabbit mask looking down at him.

"Oh my stars!" He exclaimed as he helped John up. "I-I-I'm so sorry stranger! I didn't see you there." He stuttered. "I'm in such a rush I-I-I was hurrying and I didn't see you."

John chuckled. "It's alright it's alright. Now who exactly are y-Ringo?!"

John couldn't believe it! Ringo, one of his best mates was standing right in front of him! He looked so weird though. His rabbit mask with rabbit ears weren't a normal thing he would wear. His blue and white clothing along with his red trousers looked like something you would find in history books. "Ringo my lad, um, what are you wearing?"

Ringo was puzzled. "My lad surely you have mistaken me for someone else. I don't know anyone named Ringo." He took out his pocket watch. "Oh my stars! I'm late! I'm late I'm so very late!" He exclaimed jumping up. "I'm sorry stranger! I have to go!" He said as he dashed off.

"Wait!" John exclaimed as he ran after him. He couldn't risk losing the only person he recognized in this crazy fucked up world. He ran and he ran, following the footprints and sounds of boots through a forest. He ran and he ran until his legs burned and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Eventually he saw light. He felt so relieved. He ran faster and faster until...

"Woah!"

John all of a sudden tripped over a log, and went ass over tea kettle onto the forest floor. He did a cartoon style roll into a clearing, and ended up face first in the grass, with a mouthful of dirt.

John slowly got up and spat the soil out of his mouth. All he could hear were muffled voices, he could only see double too. He felt a pair of hands underneath his arms, helping him up, and he heard someone say. "My my! An unexpected guest! Richard dear could you get us some more tea?"