So, this is hard to piece together as I don't remember anything too clearly. I am partially going off of other's accounts, but I cannot separate the "dreams" I had from reality that went on during this night. It is really hard to recount the story. And I still cannot eat brownies or super-chocolatey foods without feeling sick (I was a chocolate FIEND! I used to eat a LOT of chocolate before this experience). But I want to share something that happened to me and get some insight. I am 5'8, 115 lbs, and am a biker/runner/generally active (I have a LOW resting heart rate and LOW blood pressure! It was checked during a physical a month before this incident). I have not puked a SINGLE time since I was 12 years old, from mushrooms or anything - and I have eaten this many non-magical brownies in one sitting on many occasions before without more than a slight stomach ache. Some of this is recounted out of order, but overall I think I remembered everything important:
Some friends and I decided to have an ultimate 4/20 experience, and being that I finally live off campus, naturally I was volunteered as host. I have smoked for 2 years now, on and off, and had brownies and cookies at least several times, along with a multitude of psychadelics. So I am not a newbie, I have tripped plenty of times before.
Anyhow, my boyfriend and I some how managed to make it until 4:20 pm without smoking - at which time we found ourselves on top of the roof of a house where at least 5 bowls were being passed around. It was a LOT. After that point someone suggested that we try Opium, and they had a contact who knew where to get it.
So we piled into a car and went to pick up Opium, I think among everyone there were 3 grams. Smoked some out of resin-coated bowls, at least a few hits each.
We then made our arrangements for the night's party and after a lot of effort somehow wound up with 3 brownie mixes and over 2 ounces of mary jane. Some of it was strong, some type of kush, and a little of that was smoked, but the majority was mids.
Brownie butter/oil was made, more than enough for the 3 brownie batches. The first batch didn't have very much oil in it, the recipe was a more organic mix - still from Kroger or something, a normal brand- and didn't call form much. When that was brought out I ate maybe 2 brownies and most people ate one each. Bowls were passed around continuously outside. The other two batches were in the oven. There was still some oil leftover in a bowl, and I walked in to find my boyfriend licking the bowl. We were both hungry, already stoned and starving, despite smoking we hadn't eaten all day.
The second batch smelled delicious. I went in to check on it and it had already been in for an extra 20 minutes and was still soggy, so much oil was in it... We took that out and let it cool, but I couldn't wait much longer. I started digging in, first I ate a corner and then an entire column. By that I mean 3 x 3"x2" brownies... I spatala'd the rest on a plate and brought it out to everyone. I ate at least 2 or 3 more, large size brownies (rectangular). This batch/pan had at least an ounce of weed in the oil, and I had eaten nearly half the pan of brownies (12 were on the entire pan). But I didn't realize how many I had eaten, I was that hungry/stoned...
We were watching youtube videos and a bowl with a small amount of opium and some of the kush was being passed around. And a blunt of mostly opium as well. Most everyone had a few tokes of each.
Within the next hour I started feeling weird, as if a mushroom trip was starting, Or the first time on mdma, coming up. Just a sense of unease and restlessness. I couldn't get words out, so I went inside and laid down on my bed. But my bed didn't seem comfortable, it didn't seem to help. I walked back to the outside door and motioned at my boyfriend. He came in to snuggle with me. The kids outside were about ready to leave and I managed to get up one more time to say bye to them in the kitchen. I started losing more sense of time and feeling more unease.
My heart felt like it was pounding and it wasn't even 3 am yet. I kept checking the time, which was creeping by so slowly. I asked my boyfriend to tell me that I was normal 1000 times. He kept doing that and rubbing me, but I felt so restless. It felt like I was drifting in and out of reality, like I was within a waking nightmare. I would have a vision that I was doing something but not be aware what I was actually doing. My vision seemed to be "flashing" - something wasn't right about it such that I couldn't see normally, it was in a different hue or partially tunnel vision and definitely flashing, it would darken... I felt like I was going insane, and I felt like combing my fingers through my hair - it was like the worst psychedelic trip times 10. I checked the clock many, many times and even managed to get online to check what could be happening to me. I felt overheated. I dreamed that I tried to take a shower. I got back to the bed to my barely conscious boyfriend who asked why my hair was wet. I didn't know. But I remembered a dream of turning the shower on and sticking just my hair in and feeling better.
My boyfriend sat up and walked to the bathroom. I tried to lie down but it still felt like I was within a dream within a dream within a dream... My one leg felt numb for a bit and I smacked it. My mouth would feel tingly for a bit and then fade away. I felt like I was hyperventillating sometimes, my breathing felt very shallow and fast, like panting, but would also go away in waves.
I heard him puking so I walked to the bathroom. He was puking into the toilet. I rubbed his back and told him it would be ok. He said something about too much sugar, that it was just too much sugar. That comforted me a little bit. We got back to the bed and I typed in "too much sugar" but couldn't find any reports on it. My boyfriend's skin felt cold and clammy. Either that or I was just super over-heated. I got up and started pacing. I remember, I think, unless this was also in my mind - opening the front door and walking outside (remember, at this point I was undressed from the shower - but I was not in the least bit aware of this, I had no self-awareness, so my memory is cloudy). It was at least 3:20 at this point. I walked inside and felt like puking, but when I tried there was nothing. I sat on the bed for a little bit. I walked around and paced, looking at the stove clock. Then I felt it. It felt like I was falling forward - and I staggered forward - I started heaving - this nasty brown stuff started gushing out. But I was so far gone I couldn't feel it and it felt as if my self, my ego, was tucked away in my brain and I was experiencing everything through someone else's body, as if I was watching a movie.
I felt like I was going to fall into the puke. I kept puking, and I felt like it would never stop. I tried to reach for my phone and at least 3 times typed in my mom's cell number but never pressed dial, sometimes I typed it in wrong, I remember having a lot of digits on the screen. I talked myself into getting help, any help. I staggered up towards my sleeping - lesbian - roomate's door (naked, yes, naked) and did the only thing I could convince myself to do and I knocked. It felt so weird knocking, and I still felt like heaving. She opened the door and all I could say was "help".
(this is per her account). I had brown puke dripping down my body. I proceeded to puke again while she tried to work things out, making calls. It was around 4 am when I knocked on the door (per her call records). She helped me find clothes and tried to drive me to the hospital (I was still puking, a lot, and not stopping) - I puked on the way to her car. Her car broke down but she managed to get it to the house. On the way back in I puked again, twice, near the front door. She kept me awake with stories and my mom was called (great, I know :/).
I don't remember much of the hospital admittance as it still all felt like a dream to me. I remember them asking me about things. Especially the opium, and they thought it was heroin (what??). I remember a balding doctor and some nurse or something in lime green. But it felt like I could barely see. I was not nervous or anxious, I felt mostly just relaxed and tired ("stoned"). I was not having a panic attack. I was given an IV due to "severe dehydration" and hooked up to an EKG. My heart rate was at 213 and I was "tacchychardic". My blood pressure was really high. Both stayed like that for well over 3 hours and only slowly diminished, they told me I was at risk for a stroke. The test results came back positive for marijuana, but not heroin - their guess on what they thought the opium was as according to them there "is no such thing as opium these days........" (they didn't check opium, but as far as I understand there would have been similar things checked as both are opiates - or maybe small amounts of opium don't show up 4+ hours after ingestion?). As I was lying in the hospital I was convinced I was dying. I felt my cheek (one side) tingle and go numb. I thought it was the end as I felt like I was fading away.
I was released at 9am. I felt like I had finally woken up into the last "dream level". I was slightly more coherent then, but it still felt as if it had all been a dream. I went home and slept and was surprised to find a few EKG stickers I had missed taking off still on my chest. It hadn't been a dream at all... My mouth and one cheek still felt tingly on and off throughout the day although it began to fade.
My boyfriend had a cut on his wrist and for a while I was worried I had cut him, as I didn't remember anything clearly, and I was truly worried I had gone insane and there was a lot more I had done besides getting naked, puking, and etc that I did not remember. But he later remembered that it had been there before that night.
I love my roommate, she's a great friend. I have since only smoked once and don't ever want this to happen again. I am curious as to whether anyone else has ever had such a bad experience and what you think may have contributed to it. What happened? I still don't understand. Where did things go wrong? What do you think of this? Was it the combination of opium and weed? The quantity of weed? Was there an adulterant? Is something wrong with me that I can't tolerate even weed (that is what my mom says)?
A friend took the remainder of the brownies and gave some to very-experienced brownie eaters. Every single one puked, each off of only half a brownie. But they did not "trip." This friend and his (female) friend of similar stature to me both had each 1-2 brownies on 4/20 from the organic batch, and while neither puked they did both report feeling the same "trippy" feeling, as if a "dream within a dream" and a similar racing, pounding heart rate.
It was terrifying. Never in my life, of all the times I have been stoned, has this happened. Never has LSD even come close to this. Of everything I have tried this was the most insane mental trip. And the scariest experience.
Some friends and I decided to have an ultimate 4/20 experience, and being that I finally live off campus, naturally I was volunteered as host. I have smoked for 2 years now, on and off, and had brownies and cookies at least several times, along with a multitude of psychadelics. So I am not a newbie, I have tripped plenty of times before.
Anyhow, my boyfriend and I some how managed to make it until 4:20 pm without smoking - at which time we found ourselves on top of the roof of a house where at least 5 bowls were being passed around. It was a LOT. After that point someone suggested that we try Opium, and they had a contact who knew where to get it.
So we piled into a car and went to pick up Opium, I think among everyone there were 3 grams. Smoked some out of resin-coated bowls, at least a few hits each.
We then made our arrangements for the night's party and after a lot of effort somehow wound up with 3 brownie mixes and over 2 ounces of mary jane. Some of it was strong, some type of kush, and a little of that was smoked, but the majority was mids.
Brownie butter/oil was made, more than enough for the 3 brownie batches. The first batch didn't have very much oil in it, the recipe was a more organic mix - still from Kroger or something, a normal brand- and didn't call form much. When that was brought out I ate maybe 2 brownies and most people ate one each. Bowls were passed around continuously outside. The other two batches were in the oven. There was still some oil leftover in a bowl, and I walked in to find my boyfriend licking the bowl. We were both hungry, already stoned and starving, despite smoking we hadn't eaten all day.
The second batch smelled delicious. I went in to check on it and it had already been in for an extra 20 minutes and was still soggy, so much oil was in it... We took that out and let it cool, but I couldn't wait much longer. I started digging in, first I ate a corner and then an entire column. By that I mean 3 x 3"x2" brownies... I spatala'd the rest on a plate and brought it out to everyone. I ate at least 2 or 3 more, large size brownies (rectangular). This batch/pan had at least an ounce of weed in the oil, and I had eaten nearly half the pan of brownies (12 were on the entire pan). But I didn't realize how many I had eaten, I was that hungry/stoned...
We were watching youtube videos and a bowl with a small amount of opium and some of the kush was being passed around. And a blunt of mostly opium as well. Most everyone had a few tokes of each.
Within the next hour I started feeling weird, as if a mushroom trip was starting, Or the first time on mdma, coming up. Just a sense of unease and restlessness. I couldn't get words out, so I went inside and laid down on my bed. But my bed didn't seem comfortable, it didn't seem to help. I walked back to the outside door and motioned at my boyfriend. He came in to snuggle with me. The kids outside were about ready to leave and I managed to get up one more time to say bye to them in the kitchen. I started losing more sense of time and feeling more unease.
My heart felt like it was pounding and it wasn't even 3 am yet. I kept checking the time, which was creeping by so slowly. I asked my boyfriend to tell me that I was normal 1000 times. He kept doing that and rubbing me, but I felt so restless. It felt like I was drifting in and out of reality, like I was within a waking nightmare. I would have a vision that I was doing something but not be aware what I was actually doing. My vision seemed to be "flashing" - something wasn't right about it such that I couldn't see normally, it was in a different hue or partially tunnel vision and definitely flashing, it would darken... I felt like I was going insane, and I felt like combing my fingers through my hair - it was like the worst psychedelic trip times 10. I checked the clock many, many times and even managed to get online to check what could be happening to me. I felt overheated. I dreamed that I tried to take a shower. I got back to the bed to my barely conscious boyfriend who asked why my hair was wet. I didn't know. But I remembered a dream of turning the shower on and sticking just my hair in and feeling better.
My boyfriend sat up and walked to the bathroom. I tried to lie down but it still felt like I was within a dream within a dream within a dream... My one leg felt numb for a bit and I smacked it. My mouth would feel tingly for a bit and then fade away. I felt like I was hyperventillating sometimes, my breathing felt very shallow and fast, like panting, but would also go away in waves.
I heard him puking so I walked to the bathroom. He was puking into the toilet. I rubbed his back and told him it would be ok. He said something about too much sugar, that it was just too much sugar. That comforted me a little bit. We got back to the bed and I typed in "too much sugar" but couldn't find any reports on it. My boyfriend's skin felt cold and clammy. Either that or I was just super over-heated. I got up and started pacing. I remember, I think, unless this was also in my mind - opening the front door and walking outside (remember, at this point I was undressed from the shower - but I was not in the least bit aware of this, I had no self-awareness, so my memory is cloudy). It was at least 3:20 at this point. I walked inside and felt like puking, but when I tried there was nothing. I sat on the bed for a little bit. I walked around and paced, looking at the stove clock. Then I felt it. It felt like I was falling forward - and I staggered forward - I started heaving - this nasty brown stuff started gushing out. But I was so far gone I couldn't feel it and it felt as if my self, my ego, was tucked away in my brain and I was experiencing everything through someone else's body, as if I was watching a movie.
I felt like I was going to fall into the puke. I kept puking, and I felt like it would never stop. I tried to reach for my phone and at least 3 times typed in my mom's cell number but never pressed dial, sometimes I typed it in wrong, I remember having a lot of digits on the screen. I talked myself into getting help, any help. I staggered up towards my sleeping - lesbian - roomate's door (naked, yes, naked) and did the only thing I could convince myself to do and I knocked. It felt so weird knocking, and I still felt like heaving. She opened the door and all I could say was "help".
(this is per her account). I had brown puke dripping down my body. I proceeded to puke again while she tried to work things out, making calls. It was around 4 am when I knocked on the door (per her call records). She helped me find clothes and tried to drive me to the hospital (I was still puking, a lot, and not stopping) - I puked on the way to her car. Her car broke down but she managed to get it to the house. On the way back in I puked again, twice, near the front door. She kept me awake with stories and my mom was called (great, I know :/).
I don't remember much of the hospital admittance as it still all felt like a dream to me. I remember them asking me about things. Especially the opium, and they thought it was heroin (what??). I remember a balding doctor and some nurse or something in lime green. But it felt like I could barely see. I was not nervous or anxious, I felt mostly just relaxed and tired ("stoned"). I was not having a panic attack. I was given an IV due to "severe dehydration" and hooked up to an EKG. My heart rate was at 213 and I was "tacchychardic". My blood pressure was really high. Both stayed like that for well over 3 hours and only slowly diminished, they told me I was at risk for a stroke. The test results came back positive for marijuana, but not heroin - their guess on what they thought the opium was as according to them there "is no such thing as opium these days........" (they didn't check opium, but as far as I understand there would have been similar things checked as both are opiates - or maybe small amounts of opium don't show up 4+ hours after ingestion?). As I was lying in the hospital I was convinced I was dying. I felt my cheek (one side) tingle and go numb. I thought it was the end as I felt like I was fading away.
I was released at 9am. I felt like I had finally woken up into the last "dream level". I was slightly more coherent then, but it still felt as if it had all been a dream. I went home and slept and was surprised to find a few EKG stickers I had missed taking off still on my chest. It hadn't been a dream at all... My mouth and one cheek still felt tingly on and off throughout the day although it began to fade.
My boyfriend had a cut on his wrist and for a while I was worried I had cut him, as I didn't remember anything clearly, and I was truly worried I had gone insane and there was a lot more I had done besides getting naked, puking, and etc that I did not remember. But he later remembered that it had been there before that night.
I love my roommate, she's a great friend. I have since only smoked once and don't ever want this to happen again. I am curious as to whether anyone else has ever had such a bad experience and what you think may have contributed to it. What happened? I still don't understand. Where did things go wrong? What do you think of this? Was it the combination of opium and weed? The quantity of weed? Was there an adulterant? Is something wrong with me that I can't tolerate even weed (that is what my mom says)?
A friend took the remainder of the brownies and gave some to very-experienced brownie eaters. Every single one puked, each off of only half a brownie. But they did not "trip." This friend and his (female) friend of similar stature to me both had each 1-2 brownies on 4/20 from the organic batch, and while neither puked they did both report feeling the same "trippy" feeling, as if a "dream within a dream" and a similar racing, pounding heart rate.
It was terrifying. Never in my life, of all the times I have been stoned, has this happened. Never has LSD even come close to this. Of everything I have tried this was the most insane mental trip. And the scariest experience.
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