Pot / 1st time / most horrible experience
This experience was my first drug experience and was nearly ten years ago I still don't know why pot and I go so badly.
Background : got the pot from a friend, it was backyard grown (ie, not hydroponic) and was not laced. It was leaves (yes, it was leaf not even bud)that had been picked the night before.
I was on my own but I don't think this had much to do with it either
Experience: I smoked 2 cones from a makeshift pipe and as soon as I stood up I felt it was very overpowering, as I was walking back inside the house, I started to panic a little but calmed myself and went to brush my teeth and noticed my mouth was extremely dry. At this point I felt it was a little much and thought a cool shower might calm me down. THIS IS WHERE THINGS GET WEIRD. As I'm in the shower I am looking down towards my feet and it feels as though my vision is bending around a corner and my feet are a long way away. At this point I will remind you seasoned trippers that this is my first drug experince to my understanding pot was not meant to do this, so I am panicing.Getting out of the shower I feel as though I am moving in "slats" or "storyboards" with my motion being very slow and mechanical and speeding to normal motion only to slow down again and be frozen on one of these storyboards not able to move. After a good while trying to move, trying to get out of the bathroom in this way of movement, I get the feeling that my movement is not being dictated by me, and some higher power is laughing at me and taunting me about how absurd I am, and that "It" knows what I am going to do, has already forseen it and that it is not deemed worthy, all in all I feel as though I am being told I am less than insignificant.
At this point I decide to get into bed and try to sleep it off. when I eventually get to the bedroom I can't even dress myself (I'm still naked from the shower). As I lie in bed the auditory hallucinations start. With every movment I make it feels like there is a sledgehammer banging each eardrum from side to side, this feels very painful, the more I move, the louder and more painful it is, and the more I recoil in pain. I am sure at any moment my eardrums will burst outwards. For a moment I entertain the thought of killing myself to make this trip stop ( I have never been suicidal, so this was something that really scared me) but I dismiss this. I try to calm myself and lie still as I can, as this stops the banging in my head. By now I'm lying in the feotal position but my breathing is enough movement to keep the banging.
After what seemed like an eternity I finally fell asleep and the next thing I remember is my mother calling me to the telephone (they had since come home) I looked at the clock and it was 9 hours later and I was still very disorientated and my motor skills weren't 100%.
This experience put me off all drugs for a long time. People have since come up with many possible explanations as to why this happened. I have smoked it again but find I have no tolerence to it and had a slightly similar trip although shorter with a half a cone of bud. I have since had and enjoyed many other " harder " drugs with no problems and sometimes wish I could come home after a big night out on the chems and punch cones until I pass out like all my other friends but it's not to be.
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This experience was my first drug experience and was nearly ten years ago I still don't know why pot and I go so badly.
Background : got the pot from a friend, it was backyard grown (ie, not hydroponic) and was not laced. It was leaves (yes, it was leaf not even bud)that had been picked the night before.
I was on my own but I don't think this had much to do with it either
Experience: I smoked 2 cones from a makeshift pipe and as soon as I stood up I felt it was very overpowering, as I was walking back inside the house, I started to panic a little but calmed myself and went to brush my teeth and noticed my mouth was extremely dry. At this point I felt it was a little much and thought a cool shower might calm me down. THIS IS WHERE THINGS GET WEIRD. As I'm in the shower I am looking down towards my feet and it feels as though my vision is bending around a corner and my feet are a long way away. At this point I will remind you seasoned trippers that this is my first drug experince to my understanding pot was not meant to do this, so I am panicing.Getting out of the shower I feel as though I am moving in "slats" or "storyboards" with my motion being very slow and mechanical and speeding to normal motion only to slow down again and be frozen on one of these storyboards not able to move. After a good while trying to move, trying to get out of the bathroom in this way of movement, I get the feeling that my movement is not being dictated by me, and some higher power is laughing at me and taunting me about how absurd I am, and that "It" knows what I am going to do, has already forseen it and that it is not deemed worthy, all in all I feel as though I am being told I am less than insignificant.
At this point I decide to get into bed and try to sleep it off. when I eventually get to the bedroom I can't even dress myself (I'm still naked from the shower). As I lie in bed the auditory hallucinations start. With every movment I make it feels like there is a sledgehammer banging each eardrum from side to side, this feels very painful, the more I move, the louder and more painful it is, and the more I recoil in pain. I am sure at any moment my eardrums will burst outwards. For a moment I entertain the thought of killing myself to make this trip stop ( I have never been suicidal, so this was something that really scared me) but I dismiss this. I try to calm myself and lie still as I can, as this stops the banging in my head. By now I'm lying in the feotal position but my breathing is enough movement to keep the banging.
After what seemed like an eternity I finally fell asleep and the next thing I remember is my mother calling me to the telephone (they had since come home) I looked at the clock and it was 9 hours later and I was still very disorientated and my motor skills weren't 100%.
This experience put me off all drugs for a long time. People have since come up with many possible explanations as to why this happened. I have smoked it again but find I have no tolerence to it and had a slightly similar trip although shorter with a half a cone of bud. I have since had and enjoyed many other " harder " drugs with no problems and sometimes wish I could come home after a big night out on the chems and punch cones until I pass out like all my other friends but it's not to be.
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