Insatiable
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125 mg AMT,homemade 20x Salvia, 37.5 mg Hydrocodone, Weed, Alcohol -Download overload
Pre-Note: This was definitely the weirdest and most incapacitating crazy night I have yet to experience.
The day started of at 5 when I took 125 mg of AMT with a friend, he had done it once before at 90, I have several more times. We were basically just chilling and talking for the first 2 hours of come up time. By 7 I was well into it and realized that this was going to be a ride.
At 7 we made our way to a local party with some beer and weed. We sat around for an hour in a crowded blacklit basement, becoming more and more weird, and soon I was having trouble interacting with anyone except my friend, who was on the same level as me. We started studying people and how the ‘human subjects were interacting’, but soon even that became difficult and we would up just sitting and staring. Our conversations were not even real conversations, but consisted of random words with their definitions changed. For example
Me: What’s that
Dan: Its like
Me: Music
Dan: Whose leaving now?
Me: Weird
Yet all that would make perfect sense to only us, no one else.
Around 8, I broke out my homemade high octane salvia (Somewhere in the range of 20x I believe (20 grams extract to one gram). Me, my friend on AMT, and 2 other people proceeded to move to a dark corner and pack a bowl. Now is when reality ceases to basically exists. The hit went down unusually smooth. I took it in, held it, passed the bowl to the next person, then quickly lied down on the floor. As soon as I exhaled I left. I do not know where I went, but the outside world suddenly became a gigantic moving kaleidoscope lens. I did not exists on the real plane, I was in my own reality that I created a reality made up of tiny dots that look like things and people, and I was slowly floating through them as they pulsated to some unknown rhythm. I was laughing manically on the floor rolling around from what I’m told for about 5 minutes apparently. I soon fell back to my body on the floor and lied there for another 5 minutes, when I tried to get up and realized gravity was much stronger than I thought, so I was helped up and stood there for another 5 minutes in complete dumbfoundedness at what just happened. I have done salvia before (5x), but this was on such a greater level it was mind-blowing.
I am not sure of the other peoples experiences on this extract, as I was in no condition to try and ask them or process their incoming data to something more understandable than mere background noise, however, none had negative experiences it seemed.
Two hours later at around 10, peaking very hard on the AMT, another bowl of salvia was split between the same group of people. This time, I remained somewhat upright. I took the hit and immediately fell/leaned onto the wall next to me at a 45 degree angle. For all intents and purposes, I was straight. The world of the real was different for each person in the circle, and they could control it. My gravity was moved to a southwesterly direction, and I could not stand normally because that would defy the laws in my world. At one point, I shifted to leaning against the door, and immediately afterwards somone wanted to come in. Im told (I dont remmber saying this) 'I said i am this door, im not moving.' So someone repositioned me back to the wall. I remained in this self created world for 5-10 minutes, when I again regained semblance to where I was, leaning against a wall with a mouthful of spit.
I returned to the party and again we tried our luck at interacting, but finding that nearly impossible, as anytime someone who was not on our level talked to us, their words would grab hold of our minds and carry them down a long trail to wherever they felt like leading us. Our perceptions were expanded, yet we had little control over where they led. I could also not even read my watch, and had to keep asking others for the time, which seemed to be something separate to each of us. We could extend a second into a lifetime, and a lifetime into a second. Thought were so insane and reckless that it seemed like a giant cable was plugged into my head and millions of bits of information was being constantly downloaded and processed from some ethereal database of truth. At times the intensity was enough to drone out ‘real’ stimuli. I put it best when I explained it to someone else by stating that it was like ‘neatly packaged divisions of insanity, there when I need them, all in a symmetrically ordered fashion like a bunch of shelves’ (Or something to that nature)
At 12, well prepared for my eventual crash in several hours, I took 37.5mg of Hydrocodone in 5 7.5/200 Vicoprofins and then left the party. Me, my AMT partner, and 3 other kids from the party were driven (We were in absolutely no condition to drive, yet alone understand what the word ‘drive’ means) to another girls house to chill the rest of the night, and chill we did. For one, she had a trampoline, which kept us amused for a long time, jumping and laughing, feeling the air rushing by your skin, the spinning and flipping, the bouncing, it was all insanely fun. The Vicoprofins had kicked in by 1 and I began to feel very warm and good, and not nearly as strung out. I was almost tired, but I knew sleep wouldn’t come for a long while.
Our next toy was a hot tub. The water at about 110 degrees bubbling all over the place was the most comfortable thing ever. Immersing myself in water relaxed me extremely and seemed a fitting way to end this night of insanity. We were in the tub for nearly 2 hours just basically laughing and relaxing at nothing. I never wanted to leave that tub, but I had to eventually. When I got out the sharp temperature contrast shocked me a lot, and I my legs actually started to go into severe spasms due to the cold, but those went away after I put more clothes on.
We then sat around for another two hours staring at nothing and saying nothing. Every time I went to say something I would have to mentally fight the sheer volume of information rushing through my head to get it out, and mostly I just didn’t have the energy to, so I remained quiet.
At 6 AM I finally returned to my house, exhausted to the point of no return. I weakly went into my kitchen, drank some water, ate a bananna, then passed out in bed for 6 hours. I woke up at 12 with the traditional ‘stupid quiet AMT hangover’, but no headache, which was good.
I can honestly say I have never been as far out there as this night, or as incapacitating tripped out. It was an experience, but a special experience. One that should be used wisely and sparingly, and one that need respect. My mind hurts from all the thinking I did last night, and now I have to try and comprehend what happened
[ 18 March 2002: Message edited by: Insatiable ]
Pre-Note: This was definitely the weirdest and most incapacitating crazy night I have yet to experience.
The day started of at 5 when I took 125 mg of AMT with a friend, he had done it once before at 90, I have several more times. We were basically just chilling and talking for the first 2 hours of come up time. By 7 I was well into it and realized that this was going to be a ride.
At 7 we made our way to a local party with some beer and weed. We sat around for an hour in a crowded blacklit basement, becoming more and more weird, and soon I was having trouble interacting with anyone except my friend, who was on the same level as me. We started studying people and how the ‘human subjects were interacting’, but soon even that became difficult and we would up just sitting and staring. Our conversations were not even real conversations, but consisted of random words with their definitions changed. For example
Me: What’s that
Dan: Its like
Me: Music
Dan: Whose leaving now?
Me: Weird
Yet all that would make perfect sense to only us, no one else.
Around 8, I broke out my homemade high octane salvia (Somewhere in the range of 20x I believe (20 grams extract to one gram). Me, my friend on AMT, and 2 other people proceeded to move to a dark corner and pack a bowl. Now is when reality ceases to basically exists. The hit went down unusually smooth. I took it in, held it, passed the bowl to the next person, then quickly lied down on the floor. As soon as I exhaled I left. I do not know where I went, but the outside world suddenly became a gigantic moving kaleidoscope lens. I did not exists on the real plane, I was in my own reality that I created a reality made up of tiny dots that look like things and people, and I was slowly floating through them as they pulsated to some unknown rhythm. I was laughing manically on the floor rolling around from what I’m told for about 5 minutes apparently. I soon fell back to my body on the floor and lied there for another 5 minutes, when I tried to get up and realized gravity was much stronger than I thought, so I was helped up and stood there for another 5 minutes in complete dumbfoundedness at what just happened. I have done salvia before (5x), but this was on such a greater level it was mind-blowing.
I am not sure of the other peoples experiences on this extract, as I was in no condition to try and ask them or process their incoming data to something more understandable than mere background noise, however, none had negative experiences it seemed.
Two hours later at around 10, peaking very hard on the AMT, another bowl of salvia was split between the same group of people. This time, I remained somewhat upright. I took the hit and immediately fell/leaned onto the wall next to me at a 45 degree angle. For all intents and purposes, I was straight. The world of the real was different for each person in the circle, and they could control it. My gravity was moved to a southwesterly direction, and I could not stand normally because that would defy the laws in my world. At one point, I shifted to leaning against the door, and immediately afterwards somone wanted to come in. Im told (I dont remmber saying this) 'I said i am this door, im not moving.' So someone repositioned me back to the wall. I remained in this self created world for 5-10 minutes, when I again regained semblance to where I was, leaning against a wall with a mouthful of spit.
I returned to the party and again we tried our luck at interacting, but finding that nearly impossible, as anytime someone who was not on our level talked to us, their words would grab hold of our minds and carry them down a long trail to wherever they felt like leading us. Our perceptions were expanded, yet we had little control over where they led. I could also not even read my watch, and had to keep asking others for the time, which seemed to be something separate to each of us. We could extend a second into a lifetime, and a lifetime into a second. Thought were so insane and reckless that it seemed like a giant cable was plugged into my head and millions of bits of information was being constantly downloaded and processed from some ethereal database of truth. At times the intensity was enough to drone out ‘real’ stimuli. I put it best when I explained it to someone else by stating that it was like ‘neatly packaged divisions of insanity, there when I need them, all in a symmetrically ordered fashion like a bunch of shelves’ (Or something to that nature)
At 12, well prepared for my eventual crash in several hours, I took 37.5mg of Hydrocodone in 5 7.5/200 Vicoprofins and then left the party. Me, my AMT partner, and 3 other kids from the party were driven (We were in absolutely no condition to drive, yet alone understand what the word ‘drive’ means) to another girls house to chill the rest of the night, and chill we did. For one, she had a trampoline, which kept us amused for a long time, jumping and laughing, feeling the air rushing by your skin, the spinning and flipping, the bouncing, it was all insanely fun. The Vicoprofins had kicked in by 1 and I began to feel very warm and good, and not nearly as strung out. I was almost tired, but I knew sleep wouldn’t come for a long while.
Our next toy was a hot tub. The water at about 110 degrees bubbling all over the place was the most comfortable thing ever. Immersing myself in water relaxed me extremely and seemed a fitting way to end this night of insanity. We were in the tub for nearly 2 hours just basically laughing and relaxing at nothing. I never wanted to leave that tub, but I had to eventually. When I got out the sharp temperature contrast shocked me a lot, and I my legs actually started to go into severe spasms due to the cold, but those went away after I put more clothes on.
We then sat around for another two hours staring at nothing and saying nothing. Every time I went to say something I would have to mentally fight the sheer volume of information rushing through my head to get it out, and mostly I just didn’t have the energy to, so I remained quiet.
At 6 AM I finally returned to my house, exhausted to the point of no return. I weakly went into my kitchen, drank some water, ate a bananna, then passed out in bed for 6 hours. I woke up at 12 with the traditional ‘stupid quiet AMT hangover’, but no headache, which was good.
I can honestly say I have never been as far out there as this night, or as incapacitating tripped out. It was an experience, but a special experience. One that should be used wisely and sparingly, and one that need respect. My mind hurts from all the thinking I did last night, and now I have to try and comprehend what happened
[ 18 March 2002: Message edited by: Insatiable ]
