One time while sitting in my bed waiting for lift off I was trying to do some mental exercises along the lines of "don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it"
I look over and a jester in black and red pinstripes with 'It' style spiked teeth looked over and said, "what aren't you trying to think about?" I looked forward and back and it was gone but the clown itself was not as weird as its telepathy, as I hadn't been saying anything out loud before it spoke.
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"*laughter* that's the psychedelic mantra, 'I've done it this time!...I must be dead."
-Terence McKenna
"Oh yeah? Well, I once smoked DMT 3 times in 600 years, and I still don't know anything about anything."
-Mister_Niles