I took a big ol' bong rip of it. 
  
Whole trip lasted 5~15 minutes. 
  
I fell through time at an infinite velocity as I watched the other timelines falling next to me. 
  
I moved; grasping for escape from the timeline which shot through my existence. This movement changed the four dimensional aspect of myself that can best be described as color. 
  
I moved again, and my color once again changed. It was a pattern; or rather, I was a pattern, in the fourth dimension. 
  
Specifically, the color on a box of 4D cornflakes.  
  
Also there was this whole thing with the fractaline multiverse and the Chewbatulas(chew-BAT-chew-las), but they said they'd seriously fuck me up if I told anybody about that.