A group of people were working on some sort of audio device, as they listened to headphones and made adjustments to some sort of science project. This time it seemed it was the room of an older, maybe college level student, with more science oriented objects. Immediately, I wanted to go back, so we continued down the hallway of the house to another room. We turned around and headed back through the closet door into the normality of the room. This was our first foray into the alternate realm and it was a dead end. Down below people were playing the neon pink rib cage of what appeared to be an enhanced woolly mammoth from the small child's model in the room. We proceeded down a corridor which opened up into a glowing green room. The best way to describe what we experienced was like a sort of fairy land with glowing vegetation and vibrant colors surrounding us. I grabbed Carly's hand and pulled her in. I walked across the room and opened the closet door to reveal a magical land. It felt weird to be going through someone's room, but little did we know how weird it was about to get. Carly was going through different items on a book shelf. I glanced out the front window and the bright light of what appeared to be the moon glowed across my face. We entered a child's room that had bunk beds, art projects, toys, a model of a woolly mammoth and everything else that would be found in a kid's room. We passed a group of guests hard at work on some sort of puzzle on a computer. We sauntered through the kitchen knowing full well that we would return to explore the room and headed upstairs past photos of the fictional family, who at the moment felt real, immersed in their home among their belongings. We hadn't been in the house more than a couple of minutes and shit was getting weird. I pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down triggering the lights to flicker and dim as a bassy, bottoms out noise overtook the room. For instance, the wainscoting was taking on a wavy shape and the chandelier was melting as if were in a Salvador Dali painting. Through the living room was the dining room that output an eerie vibe. In the corner sat a young man in a white coat, which signified a staffer. To our right was a large open living room with a couch, chair and coffee table. Glancing down passing through the threshold, a door mat read "beyond here there be dragons." Inside and to our left there was a small front room with a chair and an easel and people sorting through what felt like clues. We approached the porch and could see into the house where other guests were digging into the experience. As our "enhancements" kicked in, we made little sense of the underlying plot. Adjacent to us was a lamp post and a mailbox. The door shut behind us as we stood in what felt like the outdoors in front of a large Victorian house. We opened the door and on the other side, "The House of Eternal Return." We bought the tickets, heightened our experience and walked down a dark hallway where we were greeted by a video letting us know that we were being watched. This was a complete playground for the mind, funded by none other than George R.R. We had been to a variety of art museums, music festivals, Burning Man. We sat across from one another sampling a variety of craft brews, laughing about the alternate reality that we had just crawled into and managed to crawl out of. But how.?" My wife Carly, who had been encouraging the conversation to head south from Colorado suggested we go sit on the patio of a brewery just a few blocks away to collect ourselves. Those two words are typically used in a sentence alongside words like "incredible," "psychedelic," "stunning" and "indescribable." I reflected on how to describe our experience as I picked up the pieces of my mind in a parking lot on a Sunday around sunset in Santa Fe, NM.
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