The shaman looks into the cup, shrugs and drinks it dry. He passes out in a few moments and does not awaken. The creatures dance until the smoke dissapates. You cant wake the shaman. You can't even seem to find some fire to light the bundle to try and get the creatures to return. Its not until they are gone and the shaman is asleep do you discover you still have a raging boner and you are quite horney from the provocative nature of the dance the airy creatures were dancing.
Maybe you should have drank some of that gourd. You check it...empty.
You have made a long journey so you wait...three days until the shaman wakes up.
He frowns when he sees your deameanour. It is clear that you did not just trip for threeday...but sat and stewed in your earth bound ego.
He is going to he have to exert special measures.