You might be looking at the headline of this post and wonder what it says. I can assure you that you’re not the only one! It’s one of the by products of the new year celebrations!
Something happened to me. I either drank very, very much or someone spiked one of my drinks at the last party we went to…
Okay, from the beginning of a story I’ve puzzled together from memory fragments and other peoples tales.
The evening on 31:th of december 2006 started with a 30-year party for a good friend of mine, Johannes. Everything went super and it was a very nice party! I brought 3 bottles of wine with me, not intending to drink them all myself. I think I might have atleast drank 2 bottles of wine myself. Others drank from them too, but I have no way of knowing how much.
At around 1.30 am (I think) we wandered off into town to a collective of students (in Centralpalatset) where we were waiting for a person to come and pick us up and guide us to another collective (above Bosses Glassbar) where the real party was taking place. Here somewhere I begin to have serious memory lapses. I remember parking my bike outside of the first collective and then we collectively wandered on foot to the next place.
The things I remember was that I was somehow associating the place we were at to a movie called Society, about a upper class place where people melt into one another. Very very strange movie. I have vague recollections that I thought that there would be some serious, nonsexual, very icky melting to be done later and they wanted me in on it.
Then I remember I tried to leave, but forgot my shoes. I went back for them telling the people I went down with to go on without me, that this was a sacrifice I was ready to make. The next thing I remember is waking up. In my bed. How I got there is an utter mystery to me. There are some fragments of memory popping up now and then.
Some of them is of me standing on a balcony and chatting with someone. I have a nagging feeling that I might have insinuated something about melting and icky stuff and how upper class society members are cannibals and that if the person I was talking to was a cannibal, it was okay, as long as they didn’t expect me to be one. Then I remember standing on another balcony, talking to someone else, about how upper class citizens probably stood on balconies and spit on the people walking beneath them. I know, I know, this is really weird! I’ve also got this recollection of myself walking home, and shouting and screaming that I was not afraid anymore, that they might try and come and get me, but I was ready to defend myself… I think I was shouting atleast.
The next day I looked in my phone book and saw that I had sent some strange text messages (I’ll translate them to english):
1. Jag år på en fest om jag inte kan cdskiva?
I’m year at a party if I can not cdrecord?
2. Jag är knufr tegel by yragti teresklp?
I am knufr tegel by yragti teresklp?
3. A
A
4. Jag har blivit vi exos vi syns om några år 
avslanstis
I have become we exos see you in a couple of years avslanstis
5. Jag är inte död unsch jag önskar att alla visse om de,
I’m not dead unsch I wish everyone kew about i
6. Jag ah i problem
I ah i problem
If you can figure out what I tried to write when I wrote the knufr-message, I would be very happy! Because I have relly really no clue to what I tried to communicate! It is possible that I tried to emulate the language of the Ancients from Stargate and Stargate Atlantis, but I’m not sure about that.
I also called my friends Jens, Modin and Ville. Jens told me that I apparently thought I was beeing followed. Modin said I had called him when he received the knufr-message. He answered with “Good morning!” and I had said “Yeah, good morning, isn’t it?” and hang up! Ville told me I had said something like “You’re the only one who can understand me. It’s much more disgusting than I thought!”; probably all this was in line with my thoughts about the Society movie and people wanting to melt me.
Oh well. When I got up I also noticed that my backpack was missing and my bicycle was probably standing where I left it. So I took a walk for my bike, the backpack I assumed I had either hid (to keep it safe from whoever I thought was following me) or left at the last place we went to. When I got to the bike I discovered that I had somehow managed to take off the bicycle key from my keyring!!! For heavens sake!
I thought about walking home to get my reserve key and then coming back, but decided on carrying my bike back home instead of walking the same distance twice more. It’s fantastic what you can do if you look like you have the right to do it. Noone stopped me and asked about the bike. I even walked right past a police car!
All in all it was a very nice party, but the paranoia bit was very new to me! Don’t think I’ve ever been paranoid when drunk before. That’s why there’s a nagging suspicion of drugs involved. I don’t do drugs, not voluntarily, oh except alcohol that is!
I also got a SMS 30 min ago telling me that they had found my backpack, at the collective above Bosses. The only thing that is bothering me right now is… why did I take off my bike key from my keyring, and where did I put it?
