Weed - 2nd experience - Dissociative Immersion
3 months after trying weed for the first time with spectacular results, I decided to try it again. Although very different from the first time, the results were nonetheless astounding. Much of what happened is unclear to me, but I will try to post it as best as I can. It is becoming apparent that I have a very low tolerance to THC. The name Lance in the trip report refers to me.
As it happened, I found myself on a Friday night in posession of a rolled joint of BC bud. I stepped onto the balcony and lit it and took a few deep drags. Somehow the smoke was not as harsh as the first time, and I did not feel that deep burn down my throat and lungs. After holding the smoke in as long as I could, I slowly exhaled and watched it drift away on the cool ocean breeze that was wafting across the balcony.
Almost immediately I could feel my heart rate perceptibly speed up. Not one for subtlety, I paced around the house a bit waiting for something.....anything to happen. After perhaps ten minutes I went back outside and took a few more drags.
I sat on the couch and browsed online waiting for results. Suddenly the THC hit me with all the discretion of a freight train. The first sign was that I happened to think of sex and suddenly I was so intensely sexually charged that my body fairly buzzed with unbridled desire. Then the delicious insanity began.
My partner went to the washroom, and I found myself following him down the hall. I was brushing my teeth and rinsing out my mouth with Listerine to get the raw taste of the smoke out of my mouth. We began to have a conversation and halfway through I suddenly realised that Lance's body was saying words and having a conversation while Lance's mind and consciousness were a million miles away. In my altered consciousness I had no idea what I was saying, but the vocalisations must have made some semblance of sense because the conversation continued. At times I would drift back into everyday reality and realise Lance was talking and then I would be off on a trip into mental fantasy again and as if from a dream I would see and hear Lance talking.
A few sentences into the conversation I suddenly realised I had absolutely no idea of what we were talking about and that my grip on a logical flow and communication of ideas was falling apart. There was absolute and complete memory loss. All I knew was that we were in the middle of a conversation, but what we were talking about was completely blocked from my memory. This caused a mild underlying anxiety that continued for the duration of the high.
I decided that intimacy would be fun to explore, so I hopped into the shower to clean up. Time dilation was in full effect, and it began to seem like I had been in the shower for a very long time. I knew from my first weed experience how slow time can go, so I kept telling myself it was probably just on the order of minutes. My mind slipped into another dimension and was in another reality as Lance washed his body. Suddenly slipping back to the present the thought presented itself, "It seems like you've been soaping up forever." This was immediately followed by the thought, "Maybe you HAVE been soaping up forever," which was so striking in that it made perfect sense. A few minutes/seconds later I had the thought, "this shower is taking forever." This was again immediately followed by the insiduous thought, "Maybe you HAVE been in the shower forever." This was a thought pattern that was out of control. The train of thoughts seemed to be out of my control and have the force of not just mere suggestion but of overpowering probability. This was mindblowing in that it seemed perfectly rational. It seemed perfectly reasonable and sane that I had been standing in the shower for an eternity and that this was the only reality for me--an eternal shower that never had a beginning or end. I had to actually work up the courage to peek around the shower curtain to prove that there was something that existed outside the Realm of the Shower.
After what seemed like hours I dragged myself out of the shower and decided pursuing intimacy would be a good idea. We laid down and began to kiss, but then the trip heightened considerably as the second inhalations began to kick in. I would be in the middle of kissing and suddenly the here and now would disappear and I would not see or hear anything. I would transport into some place in my mind and would be buying groceries or watching a movie or doing anything. Besides, kissing made no sense. What was laying beside someone and putting your mouth up to theirs? What were we doing? To what end? During a temporary lull into sanity I managed to get out, "This isn't going to work. I don't know what's going on here. I don't know what I'm doing."
Setting: The living room.
Somehow I migrate to the living room. My mind slips back into reality and Lance is standing in the middle of the living room yammering on and on about sanity and unsanity and how he is straddling the line between them and how it is an anxious and somewhat scary territory. Then Lance fades away as the mind goes back into an alternate reality where the sights and sounds of the here and now do not exist and everything is a creation of the mind: a dream state. This is not a head space where the here and now appear altered. It is a dissociated headspace where the mind explores alternate worlds while Lance somehow walks around his apartment and supposedly does meaningful things.
Remembering the glorious connections and euphoric rushes that psytrance brought to me the last time I experienced weed, I decided to try the experiment again. So it was that somehow I managed to load Shpongle into the CD player and sat on the couch and closed my eyes.
Brilliant colours, fractals, and senseless imagery flashed behind closed eyelids. My field of visuals were limited to my center of vision with darkness around them. They were not concrete objects, but rather abstractions that danced and flashed with the music. After a few moments, the magic of the music overtook me. The perfection of Shpongle became not an external source, but it began to bounce around inside of my head. The beats bounced from left to right, forward to back. The connections in the music became complete and clear. One euphoric headrush after another surged through my brain. During one particularly strong headrush my field of vision changed behind closed eyelids.
With almost an audible feeling, my visuals came 360 degrees. The center of vision changed to a total immersion. Not only were fireworks exploding in front of me, but to the sides and behind. I was surrounded by a sea of psychedelic patterning and flashes. It was as startling as it was unexpected. I suddenly jerked my eyes open as I began to panic. Realising all was right with the world, I quickly closed them again and "let go" into an immersion of music driven visions.
Who knows how long this all went on, but the inevitable comedown began. It was sad that the experience was slipping away. Time dilation was still in full effect. I laid down on the floor beside the stereo to savour the experience while my partner went to shower. This was when I saw my first open eye visuals. I was laying beside the amplifier and as I watched the green backlit controls in the darkness, they began to slowly pulse different colours--pink, blue, red, green, etc. It was really amazing. After watching for what seemed like twenty or thirty minutes, I looked at the digital clock display to see that only one minute had passed: a mere 60 seconds.
After that the effects wore off rapidly and there's not much more to post about that is noteworthy. For me weed is an incredible experience. I treat it like MDMA and have only indulged after considerable breaks. Both times have been mindblowing experiences with the euphoria much more than that which accompanies MDMA. It is not so much rushes of euphoria as a warm blanket that wraps me from head to toe and stays there.
And no, the weed is not laced. You'll just have to trust me at that one. That I can say of a surety. My friends have concluded together with me that I must have a very low tolerance to THC. Forget the munchies and the laughter that people talk about. I've never come close to any of those feelings or experiences.
For me the THC experience is very profound. I've never had a "true" psychedelic experience before. I have recently tried mushrooms, but due to harm reduction concerns and wanting to see how the shroom would treat me, I went with a very low dose. It was a level 1 trip at best. However, the few closed eye visuals I had on shrooms were much more real, tangible and with depth than the weed visuals, which seem to be one dimensional. The weed trip itself was a bit one dimensional. With the shrooms, I felt the potential there for meaningful thoughts and connections, but the weed experience seemed to be random and scattered.
3 months after trying weed for the first time with spectacular results, I decided to try it again. Although very different from the first time, the results were nonetheless astounding. Much of what happened is unclear to me, but I will try to post it as best as I can. It is becoming apparent that I have a very low tolerance to THC. The name Lance in the trip report refers to me.
As it happened, I found myself on a Friday night in posession of a rolled joint of BC bud. I stepped onto the balcony and lit it and took a few deep drags. Somehow the smoke was not as harsh as the first time, and I did not feel that deep burn down my throat and lungs. After holding the smoke in as long as I could, I slowly exhaled and watched it drift away on the cool ocean breeze that was wafting across the balcony.
Almost immediately I could feel my heart rate perceptibly speed up. Not one for subtlety, I paced around the house a bit waiting for something.....anything to happen. After perhaps ten minutes I went back outside and took a few more drags.
I sat on the couch and browsed online waiting for results. Suddenly the THC hit me with all the discretion of a freight train. The first sign was that I happened to think of sex and suddenly I was so intensely sexually charged that my body fairly buzzed with unbridled desire. Then the delicious insanity began.
My partner went to the washroom, and I found myself following him down the hall. I was brushing my teeth and rinsing out my mouth with Listerine to get the raw taste of the smoke out of my mouth. We began to have a conversation and halfway through I suddenly realised that Lance's body was saying words and having a conversation while Lance's mind and consciousness were a million miles away. In my altered consciousness I had no idea what I was saying, but the vocalisations must have made some semblance of sense because the conversation continued. At times I would drift back into everyday reality and realise Lance was talking and then I would be off on a trip into mental fantasy again and as if from a dream I would see and hear Lance talking.
A few sentences into the conversation I suddenly realised I had absolutely no idea of what we were talking about and that my grip on a logical flow and communication of ideas was falling apart. There was absolute and complete memory loss. All I knew was that we were in the middle of a conversation, but what we were talking about was completely blocked from my memory. This caused a mild underlying anxiety that continued for the duration of the high.
I decided that intimacy would be fun to explore, so I hopped into the shower to clean up. Time dilation was in full effect, and it began to seem like I had been in the shower for a very long time. I knew from my first weed experience how slow time can go, so I kept telling myself it was probably just on the order of minutes. My mind slipped into another dimension and was in another reality as Lance washed his body. Suddenly slipping back to the present the thought presented itself, "It seems like you've been soaping up forever." This was immediately followed by the thought, "Maybe you HAVE been soaping up forever," which was so striking in that it made perfect sense. A few minutes/seconds later I had the thought, "this shower is taking forever." This was again immediately followed by the insiduous thought, "Maybe you HAVE been in the shower forever." This was a thought pattern that was out of control. The train of thoughts seemed to be out of my control and have the force of not just mere suggestion but of overpowering probability. This was mindblowing in that it seemed perfectly rational. It seemed perfectly reasonable and sane that I had been standing in the shower for an eternity and that this was the only reality for me--an eternal shower that never had a beginning or end. I had to actually work up the courage to peek around the shower curtain to prove that there was something that existed outside the Realm of the Shower.
After what seemed like hours I dragged myself out of the shower and decided pursuing intimacy would be a good idea. We laid down and began to kiss, but then the trip heightened considerably as the second inhalations began to kick in. I would be in the middle of kissing and suddenly the here and now would disappear and I would not see or hear anything. I would transport into some place in my mind and would be buying groceries or watching a movie or doing anything. Besides, kissing made no sense. What was laying beside someone and putting your mouth up to theirs? What were we doing? To what end? During a temporary lull into sanity I managed to get out, "This isn't going to work. I don't know what's going on here. I don't know what I'm doing."
Setting: The living room.
Somehow I migrate to the living room. My mind slips back into reality and Lance is standing in the middle of the living room yammering on and on about sanity and unsanity and how he is straddling the line between them and how it is an anxious and somewhat scary territory. Then Lance fades away as the mind goes back into an alternate reality where the sights and sounds of the here and now do not exist and everything is a creation of the mind: a dream state. This is not a head space where the here and now appear altered. It is a dissociated headspace where the mind explores alternate worlds while Lance somehow walks around his apartment and supposedly does meaningful things.
Remembering the glorious connections and euphoric rushes that psytrance brought to me the last time I experienced weed, I decided to try the experiment again. So it was that somehow I managed to load Shpongle into the CD player and sat on the couch and closed my eyes.
Brilliant colours, fractals, and senseless imagery flashed behind closed eyelids. My field of visuals were limited to my center of vision with darkness around them. They were not concrete objects, but rather abstractions that danced and flashed with the music. After a few moments, the magic of the music overtook me. The perfection of Shpongle became not an external source, but it began to bounce around inside of my head. The beats bounced from left to right, forward to back. The connections in the music became complete and clear. One euphoric headrush after another surged through my brain. During one particularly strong headrush my field of vision changed behind closed eyelids.
With almost an audible feeling, my visuals came 360 degrees. The center of vision changed to a total immersion. Not only were fireworks exploding in front of me, but to the sides and behind. I was surrounded by a sea of psychedelic patterning and flashes. It was as startling as it was unexpected. I suddenly jerked my eyes open as I began to panic. Realising all was right with the world, I quickly closed them again and "let go" into an immersion of music driven visions.
Who knows how long this all went on, but the inevitable comedown began. It was sad that the experience was slipping away. Time dilation was still in full effect. I laid down on the floor beside the stereo to savour the experience while my partner went to shower. This was when I saw my first open eye visuals. I was laying beside the amplifier and as I watched the green backlit controls in the darkness, they began to slowly pulse different colours--pink, blue, red, green, etc. It was really amazing. After watching for what seemed like twenty or thirty minutes, I looked at the digital clock display to see that only one minute had passed: a mere 60 seconds.
After that the effects wore off rapidly and there's not much more to post about that is noteworthy. For me weed is an incredible experience. I treat it like MDMA and have only indulged after considerable breaks. Both times have been mindblowing experiences with the euphoria much more than that which accompanies MDMA. It is not so much rushes of euphoria as a warm blanket that wraps me from head to toe and stays there.
And no, the weed is not laced. You'll just have to trust me at that one. That I can say of a surety. My friends have concluded together with me that I must have a very low tolerance to THC. Forget the munchies and the laughter that people talk about. I've never come close to any of those feelings or experiences.
For me the THC experience is very profound. I've never had a "true" psychedelic experience before. I have recently tried mushrooms, but due to harm reduction concerns and wanting to see how the shroom would treat me, I went with a very low dose. It was a level 1 trip at best. However, the few closed eye visuals I had on shrooms were much more real, tangible and with depth than the weed visuals, which seem to be one dimensional. The weed trip itself was a bit one dimensional. With the shrooms, I felt the potential there for meaningful thoughts and connections, but the weed experience seemed to be random and scattered.
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