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The day started early, my girlfriend and I planned on running a few errands then making the interstate drive to visit our families for the day. The journey went fine except that it was one of those days where everything you plan on doing takes three or four more hours than you originally think. I planned on visiting with family, then returning home to take the DOC with a friend around 9 or 10 pm, planning on coming down and sleeping about 24 hours after dosing. The day dragged on though, and we didn’t get back to my apartment till midnight.
So I’ve describes the drawn out day that preceded the trip a little, now more importantly let me describe my friend that I shared this trip with. He is a 27 year old addict, without a doubt the worst addict I’ve ever met or really ever heard about. He has six teeth left, many of which were left to rot intentionally in order to get prescribed more pain meds. He is addicted to every drug from benzos to meth from crack to heroin and of course alcohol. His body is littered with cigarette burns, scabs and dried up veins. I met him when I was young and lived in a boarding house, he let me stay at his apartment for a couple months once when I was going through a really hard time and didn’t have anywhere to go. We are friends on quite an odd level, and he has come to represent every part of myself that leans towards addiction and helplessness to me. So I thought it would be worth while to show him a good time, tripping together might help him open up a little and might help me reflect on some darker sides of myself.
So after the very long day of traveling, I downed the 3.5mg of DOC in water around 12:30 AM. My friend took 28mg of 2C-T-7. He started to come up before me and became a bit more talkative than usual. After about an hour and a half we smoked a bowl of headys, and I put a pinch of JWH-018 ontop of the bowl to add a little psychedelic intensity. The super stone kicked my DOC trip into full gear and the room began to shimmer with beautiful OEVs. As the DOC kept climbing in intensity I became less and less motivated to talk, drifting through inter-dimensional contemplation of existence. I sat in an arm chair and watched strands of electric energy coil around my friends face.
He, on the other hand was fairly talkative. He began to reminisce out loud about past experiences. He described several scenes from his memory with vivid detail. The first of which was an experience he had injecting 30 adderoll pills into himself. “Talking yourself out of a heart attack as your seizuring…” The scenes unfolded vividly in my mind’s eye as if I where him. Where I ended and he began became blurred. I saw him as a black hole, a bottomless void pulling in everything around him. His soul is a spiritual sinkhole I thought, as I began to see the same hole within my own heart. “I shot a gram of coke a few weeks ago, went into a stroke and woke up with paramedics in my room.” This is day to day life for him. Hell on earth. The human body is an amazing and stubborn thing I thought as I wondered why he wasn’t dead. The DOC made him look like a depraved and deformed manifestation of a human. His rotting skin and his toothless smile. We forget sometimes how far suffering can go. I felt for everyone who has sunken into this sinkhole on addictive drugs. And I knew that the potential for this way of life lay dormant in every person, somewhere down inside.
As the sun started to show through the blinds we entered the half asleep half awake trip. I don’t remember too much about this part of the experience. My friend fell asleep, and I had to keep waking him up so he would be able to catch his bus back home. Finally I walked him to the subway and he left. The darkness had lifted! I was free again from the sight of such suffering and sickness. I was very tired and taxed from the night but I didn’t want to go to sleep at 2 pm and fuck up my sleeping schedule. The visuals from the DOC were almost totally gone, so I decided to take 14mg of 2C-T-7 for a little mood lift and energy to keep me going for a few more hours. The dosage of T-7 was perfect, I was provided with a subtle and comfortable energy and a great mood lift which was very refreshing after a night of thinking about misery.
Another friend came over. The next choice I made was pretty funny. I though well, I’m in such a great mood and I don’t feel like I’m really tripping very hard at all anymore, maybe a little hit of DMT would be pleasant! I loaded up my gravity bong with some DMT and prepared for what I thought would be a mellow DMT buzz, definitely a sub-hyper space dose I thought. As I exhaled the hit my room mate walked into my room and suddenly his appearance gained those very strange characteristics of the heavy DMT trip. I don’t know how to describe it, he looked almost synthetic or something, there aren’t really words for the specific look. It was evident at this point that the DMT had reactivated the DOC and blew the T-7 out of proportion, although in my bewildered state I was unable to remember I was on other drugs other than DMT. A huge wave of buzzing energy came over me and I said “I’ll be back later!!!” as I was launched into hyperspace. All of the sudden I had no body and no idea where or what I was. I was a part of an ever changing machine which was made up of cube shaped compartments which housed these strange foam clown like hyper dimensional robots. The formation of the machine changed every half second, reorganizing itself and always with this odd smile. Slowly the room came back around me and I was bewildered to be put back in a human body. “Whaaaattttt tthee fuuucckk isssss thisssss” I thought as I looked at my hands. I felt like I was an alien being projected into a human perception, totally unfamiliar, but amazingly beautiful. My friend started to play a large hand drum in my room to guide my trip. I reached out to him and slowly said his name. I didn’t know what it meant but I connected that being with this word. I said, “Do I trust you?” he said “I think so” and I said “Ya, I do!” I gave him a hug and I started being able to explore the trip a bit more and get on top of the bewildering alien terror. I paced around my apartment as odd machines and little child toy like things popped in and out of every facet. I ran to the kitchen and tried to contain a million shocking revelations. I felt like I was seeing the universe for what it really was, we are not alone and never have been, there is so much going on that we could never conceive of! The world is strange beyond comprehension. Was I supposed to be seeing this!? Is this insanity!? I reassured myself that it would end soon and did my best to explore.
For some reason my mind was fascinated by the idea of technology. The acceleration of technology was causing some sort of hyper evolution of the human condition, I felt almost like technology was an alien entity manifesting itself in this dimension through our human minds. I felt like through the development of technology we would reach some sort of climax soon where the sheltered perception of existence that we now have will be shattered when we make contact with the higher levels of existence. It is all happening RIGHT NOW! THIS IS THE STRANGEST TIME TO BE ALIVE IN HUMAN HISTORY! It was all a little too real, so I went into my room mates room and told him I had gotten a little over my head in my trip and asked if he could help me come back to consensual reality. He helped by just joking around and shooting the shit with my friend, and slowly I came back. I remember he was eating an orange and it looked like some bizarre alien reproductive sack, (which it is in a way haha). I managed to calm down and came back into my good mood. I went to visit some friends and smoked some weed, telling everybody about what a bizarre day I just had. And what a day it was!
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So I’ve describes the drawn out day that preceded the trip a little, now more importantly let me describe my friend that I shared this trip with. He is a 27 year old addict, without a doubt the worst addict I’ve ever met or really ever heard about. He has six teeth left, many of which were left to rot intentionally in order to get prescribed more pain meds. He is addicted to every drug from benzos to meth from crack to heroin and of course alcohol. His body is littered with cigarette burns, scabs and dried up veins. I met him when I was young and lived in a boarding house, he let me stay at his apartment for a couple months once when I was going through a really hard time and didn’t have anywhere to go. We are friends on quite an odd level, and he has come to represent every part of myself that leans towards addiction and helplessness to me. So I thought it would be worth while to show him a good time, tripping together might help him open up a little and might help me reflect on some darker sides of myself.
So after the very long day of traveling, I downed the 3.5mg of DOC in water around 12:30 AM. My friend took 28mg of 2C-T-7. He started to come up before me and became a bit more talkative than usual. After about an hour and a half we smoked a bowl of headys, and I put a pinch of JWH-018 ontop of the bowl to add a little psychedelic intensity. The super stone kicked my DOC trip into full gear and the room began to shimmer with beautiful OEVs. As the DOC kept climbing in intensity I became less and less motivated to talk, drifting through inter-dimensional contemplation of existence. I sat in an arm chair and watched strands of electric energy coil around my friends face.
He, on the other hand was fairly talkative. He began to reminisce out loud about past experiences. He described several scenes from his memory with vivid detail. The first of which was an experience he had injecting 30 adderoll pills into himself. “Talking yourself out of a heart attack as your seizuring…” The scenes unfolded vividly in my mind’s eye as if I where him. Where I ended and he began became blurred. I saw him as a black hole, a bottomless void pulling in everything around him. His soul is a spiritual sinkhole I thought, as I began to see the same hole within my own heart. “I shot a gram of coke a few weeks ago, went into a stroke and woke up with paramedics in my room.” This is day to day life for him. Hell on earth. The human body is an amazing and stubborn thing I thought as I wondered why he wasn’t dead. The DOC made him look like a depraved and deformed manifestation of a human. His rotting skin and his toothless smile. We forget sometimes how far suffering can go. I felt for everyone who has sunken into this sinkhole on addictive drugs. And I knew that the potential for this way of life lay dormant in every person, somewhere down inside.
As the sun started to show through the blinds we entered the half asleep half awake trip. I don’t remember too much about this part of the experience. My friend fell asleep, and I had to keep waking him up so he would be able to catch his bus back home. Finally I walked him to the subway and he left. The darkness had lifted! I was free again from the sight of such suffering and sickness. I was very tired and taxed from the night but I didn’t want to go to sleep at 2 pm and fuck up my sleeping schedule. The visuals from the DOC were almost totally gone, so I decided to take 14mg of 2C-T-7 for a little mood lift and energy to keep me going for a few more hours. The dosage of T-7 was perfect, I was provided with a subtle and comfortable energy and a great mood lift which was very refreshing after a night of thinking about misery.
Another friend came over. The next choice I made was pretty funny. I though well, I’m in such a great mood and I don’t feel like I’m really tripping very hard at all anymore, maybe a little hit of DMT would be pleasant! I loaded up my gravity bong with some DMT and prepared for what I thought would be a mellow DMT buzz, definitely a sub-hyper space dose I thought. As I exhaled the hit my room mate walked into my room and suddenly his appearance gained those very strange characteristics of the heavy DMT trip. I don’t know how to describe it, he looked almost synthetic or something, there aren’t really words for the specific look. It was evident at this point that the DMT had reactivated the DOC and blew the T-7 out of proportion, although in my bewildered state I was unable to remember I was on other drugs other than DMT. A huge wave of buzzing energy came over me and I said “I’ll be back later!!!” as I was launched into hyperspace. All of the sudden I had no body and no idea where or what I was. I was a part of an ever changing machine which was made up of cube shaped compartments which housed these strange foam clown like hyper dimensional robots. The formation of the machine changed every half second, reorganizing itself and always with this odd smile. Slowly the room came back around me and I was bewildered to be put back in a human body. “Whaaaattttt tthee fuuucckk isssss thisssss” I thought as I looked at my hands. I felt like I was an alien being projected into a human perception, totally unfamiliar, but amazingly beautiful. My friend started to play a large hand drum in my room to guide my trip. I reached out to him and slowly said his name. I didn’t know what it meant but I connected that being with this word. I said, “Do I trust you?” he said “I think so” and I said “Ya, I do!” I gave him a hug and I started being able to explore the trip a bit more and get on top of the bewildering alien terror. I paced around my apartment as odd machines and little child toy like things popped in and out of every facet. I ran to the kitchen and tried to contain a million shocking revelations. I felt like I was seeing the universe for what it really was, we are not alone and never have been, there is so much going on that we could never conceive of! The world is strange beyond comprehension. Was I supposed to be seeing this!? Is this insanity!? I reassured myself that it would end soon and did my best to explore.
For some reason my mind was fascinated by the idea of technology. The acceleration of technology was causing some sort of hyper evolution of the human condition, I felt almost like technology was an alien entity manifesting itself in this dimension through our human minds. I felt like through the development of technology we would reach some sort of climax soon where the sheltered perception of existence that we now have will be shattered when we make contact with the higher levels of existence. It is all happening RIGHT NOW! THIS IS THE STRANGEST TIME TO BE ALIVE IN HUMAN HISTORY! It was all a little too real, so I went into my room mates room and told him I had gotten a little over my head in my trip and asked if he could help me come back to consensual reality. He helped by just joking around and shooting the shit with my friend, and slowly I came back. I remember he was eating an orange and it looked like some bizarre alien reproductive sack, (which it is in a way haha). I managed to calm down and came back into my good mood. I went to visit some friends and smoked some weed, telling everybody about what a bizarre day I just had. And what a day it was!
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