falling down a well

i am helplessly being sucked into murakami's world. he writes of a man who goes down a waterless well to think in the darkness. i wonder what i would do sitting down at the bottom of a well. just me and breath. i recall one time in my life when i was down a well - when i got high with jim in amsterdam. without even knowing it, i inhaled 6 hits and started floating slowly down a deep and dark well, with the wall made out of the cushions like the ones you would find in mental hospitals. every time i closed my eyes, i'd spiral down this well and fall deeper and deeper the longer i shut my eyes. i urged jim to save me from falling but there i'd go again before i knew it. it was one of the scariest experiences in my life. but in a twisted way, this scenario my senses created for my body to believe as reality was the closest thing i will ever come to fantasy.