Weed, elusive golden balls and synesthesia
Well, I decided that I needed to write a trip report. Unfortunately, I haven't as yet done anything harder than weed. Doesn't mean I can't write a trip report tho
I hope this is interesting enough to warrant the report. Here goes.
[Edit: Please excuse the lack of timestamps, because between how long ago it was and my state of mind... I have no idea]
----------->Background Info
This was about a year and a half back, so at the time I was about 15 and a three quarters. Probably about 5 foot 7-ish, weighing in at about 50 kilos (sorry, don't know pounds) Oh, and I'm male. Its interesting to note that from my experience I am quite susceptible to drugs; I get drunk quite easily, and don't require much dope to get high. At this time I was a mild-recreational dope user, approximately once every 2 weeks, for the previous 3 or 4 months.
----------->Setting
At a big 2-day LAN party with a friend who I didn't know all that well having only met him a few times (met him online). When I say "big lan party" I mean like two or three hundred people, this was huge, but still quite underground; it wasn't any kind of official event, it was in a university hall. Drinking, porn, warez etc were rife. This said, I was still a rather young person amongst lots of "big people", so I wasn't 100% comfortable.
----------->The dose
My friend had brought a gram along, and we'd been planning to smoke so we were pretty psyched about the whole thing. However while at the LAN, talking (in a game of quake) to one of the guys in-game who I'd met a few times at other lans and had talked to online, it appeared he was planning on a bit of a session himself later on. So we found him at his computer and invited him to come along with us; it turned out that we in fact joined him, he was a little better prepared than us
So at about 11pm we wandered outside into a huge outdoor auditorium, and set down our shit. My friend and I were planning on building a bit of a home-job bong, y'know the hose and gatorade bottle kind of thing, seeing as we both lived with our parents and didn't have anywhere to keep a real bong. Anyway, the guy we're with pulls out his little plastic container he's going to chop up in, and we chuck in our gram, he chucks in about 3 or 4, and gets choppin'.
Now this guy had a veeery nice glass two-chamber bong, and as he used to deal a bit had some nice dope hookups. Now I'd always smoked dope mixed with standard cigarette tobacco, but our new friend said "Nah fuck it boys, let's go straight tonight", and so we just went along, either way was cool with us. We had about 2 decent sized cones each, and at this point our new friend went to pick up a few other guys who had been wanting to smoke. Now this was GOOD SHIT. Normally I would smoke about 3 cones of mixed stuff and get very nicely toasted, due to my aforementioned susceptibility to drugs. So 2 cones of this was about 4 cones of what I'd normally smoke, so I had already had more than I normally would.
Now the drugs were starting to kick in, and I was pretty hyped, so I was running up and down the seats of the auditorium (it was like huge concrete steps) and my friend was like "shit man calm down, you're gonna hurt yourself" (mostly weed paranoia on his part I believe) so I sat back down, and of course sitting down I had to take another toke on the bong. Now I have horrible lung capacity, and I don't smoke cigarettes, so I really can't smoke well. Normally it would take me 2 tries to take one cone. But damn I was on fire. It was like my brain had finally figured out how to smoke. I had the perfect amount of pressure to pull the smoke out but not inhale anything, I'd get rid of everything in the cone, then suck all the smoke real deep. And it felt like a revelation: this is what I'd been doing wrong all my life. I couldn't figure out why I hadn't realised it before. But now I felt like the perfect smoking machine. (Sadly my new found skills left me next time I tried... was a once off drug induced state ) Now this is 3 cones, so this is twice as much as I normally have. Of course how could I not keep trying out my amazing skill! So I took another. And another. And another. Finally one more. 7 cones of straight, wack-ass dope. Now I realise for some of you habitual smokers this is probably nothing at all, but like I said I really didn't need anything to get me toasted, and this was a whole lot more than normal (almost 5 times ). So consider me feeling pretty fucked up.
I put down the bong (yes, I almost dropped it...) wandered off a little way to the bottom of the auditorium, and found it strange that there were all these ducks sliding across the ground. I was about to walk over and check it out when my friend asked me what the fuck I was doing and would I please stand away from the water... water?? oops Drugs + poor light had fooled me. I narrowly escaped getting rather wet.
The guy returned with the others, and me and my friend decided it was time to go back inside. We return to our computers and I just sit. My friend had only had the first couple of cones, so while he was a bit messed up, he was certainly thinking a lot more than me. He tells me to jump into the action quake server he's playing on, so I go and do that. At least I tried. Tried a few times in fact. Kept forgetting what I was doing while I was doing it. Took about three tries to get to my start menu and click "run" and hit ok, then when I got into quake... well there was just no hope... what was I doing? oh yeah quake... and then I... what was I doing? oh yeah quake... so what if... huh? quake... this went on for a while In fact I think I managed to join a game EVENTUALLY, but I couldn't think straight enough to get into a game.
So I said fuck it (that or I just forgot about it) and decided to enjoy the effects of my high. Unfortunately my friend was pretty paranoid, so whenever I was looking a bit smashed (if I closed my eyes, or stared into space) he'd tell me to "stop looking so stoned man!". I couldn't help it So I just did my best to ignore him, and closed my eyes and relaxed. Wow, closed eye visuals. Never experienced anything like it at the time (or since). I'll do my best to explain. Basically in the center of my universe was a glowing golden ball. I began circling it, the closer I got, the more intense G-force I experienced from the speed I was accumulating as I swung closer and closer, the radius of my orbit decreasing with every revolution. As I neared the ball the "pulling" on my body grew really intense, and I think I started actually making circles with my head in real life. My friend grabbed me and I snapped out of it. This situation repeated itself a few times. I never quite made it to the centre
Guess I'll never know what was so great about that glowing gold sphere.
Well, I surely couldn't keep my eyes open, so I grabbed my rubber bedmat (for sleeping on, obviously) which was still rolled up, and leaned it against my desk and rested my head on it (at one point someone took a photo of me, they thought I was sleeping... I saw the flash through my eyelids, looked up, and my friend was just laughing saying "Tomorrow you're gonna see how smashed you're lookin'!". The photo is still online on the lan website). So the next step of my trip was what I believe is known as synesthesia. I started seeing sounds. Tho its not quite that simple. As I sat there in the dark (well, it was dark because my eyes were closed...) these pixellated patterns would flash in front of my eyes. Pixellated isn't really the right term, but they were patterns made of large squares of color. I soon realised that different sounds resulted in different patterns. Its like I broke sounds into their respective genres, each genre having its own pattern to represent it. Also I made names for each genre. One of the names was Jestefer, thus my BL name All the names were nonsense words like that I think, jestefer is the only one I remember. Also I partially remember the jestefer pattern. A kind of grey sideways X. Can't remember the sound it represented though.
Anyway the rest of the evening is a bit hazy, this is the only time weed has ever affected my memory, but its kinda understandable. I ended up getting sick of sitting at my table, and staggered off to try and find some floor space to pass out on. And I did. Woke in the morning feeling absolutely fine.
----------->Epilogue
Overall, it was pretty damn fun. I revelled in my godly bong pulling skills, strained to attain the golden globe, and acquainted myself with the visual element of sounds. Also, I experienced no nausea, and while I don't usually get nauseated when smoking it isn't unknown. Anyway I know this was more of a story than a trip report, but its the best thing I have... yet
Hope it was interesting enough to read. Catch y'all on the flipside
[Edit: Jeez, added some paragraph breaks.. should be easier on the eyes now]
[This message has been edited by Jestefer (edited 16 November 2001).]
Well, I decided that I needed to write a trip report. Unfortunately, I haven't as yet done anything harder than weed. Doesn't mean I can't write a trip report tho
I hope this is interesting enough to warrant the report. Here goes.[Edit: Please excuse the lack of timestamps, because between how long ago it was and my state of mind... I have no idea]
----------->Background Info
This was about a year and a half back, so at the time I was about 15 and a three quarters. Probably about 5 foot 7-ish, weighing in at about 50 kilos (sorry, don't know pounds
) Oh, and I'm male. Its interesting to note that from my experience I am quite susceptible to drugs; I get drunk quite easily, and don't require much dope to get high. At this time I was a mild-recreational dope user, approximately once every 2 weeks, for the previous 3 or 4 months.----------->Setting
At a big 2-day LAN party with a friend who I didn't know all that well having only met him a few times (met him online). When I say "big lan party" I mean like two or three hundred people, this was huge, but still quite underground; it wasn't any kind of official event, it was in a university hall. Drinking, porn, warez etc were rife. This said, I was still a rather young person amongst lots of "big people", so I wasn't 100% comfortable.
----------->The dose
My friend had brought a gram along, and we'd been planning to smoke so we were pretty psyched about the whole thing. However while at the LAN, talking (in a game of quake) to one of the guys in-game who I'd met a few times at other lans and had talked to online, it appeared he was planning on a bit of a session himself later on. So we found him at his computer and invited him to come along with us; it turned out that we in fact joined him, he was a little better prepared than us
So at about 11pm we wandered outside into a huge outdoor auditorium, and set down our shit. My friend and I were planning on building a bit of a home-job bong, y'know the hose and gatorade bottle kind of thing, seeing as we both lived with our parents and didn't have anywhere to keep a real bong. Anyway, the guy we're with pulls out his little plastic container he's going to chop up in, and we chuck in our gram, he chucks in about 3 or 4, and gets choppin'.
Now this guy had a veeery nice glass two-chamber bong, and as he used to deal a bit had some nice dope hookups. Now I'd always smoked dope mixed with standard cigarette tobacco, but our new friend said "Nah fuck it boys, let's go straight tonight", and so we just went along, either way was cool with us. We had about 2 decent sized cones each, and at this point our new friend went to pick up a few other guys who had been wanting to smoke. Now this was GOOD SHIT. Normally I would smoke about 3 cones of mixed stuff and get very nicely toasted, due to my aforementioned susceptibility to drugs. So 2 cones of this was about 4 cones of what I'd normally smoke, so I had already had more than I normally would.
Now the drugs were starting to kick in, and I was pretty hyped, so I was running up and down the seats of the auditorium (it was like huge concrete steps) and my friend was like "shit man calm down, you're gonna hurt yourself" (mostly weed paranoia on his part I believe
) so I sat back down, and of course sitting down I had to take another toke on the bong. Now I have horrible lung capacity, and I don't smoke cigarettes, so I really can't smoke well. Normally it would take me 2 tries to take one cone. But damn I was on fire. It was like my brain had finally figured out how to smoke. I had the perfect amount of pressure to pull the smoke out but not inhale anything, I'd get rid of everything in the cone, then suck all the smoke real deep. And it felt like a revelation: this is what I'd been doing wrong all my life. I couldn't figure out why I hadn't realised it before. But now I felt like the perfect smoking machine. (Sadly my new found skills left me next time I tried... was a once off drug induced state ) Now this is 3 cones, so this is twice as much as I normally have. Of course how could I not keep trying out my amazing skill! So I took another. And another. And another. Finally one more. 7 cones of straight, wack-ass dope. Now I realise for some of you habitual smokers this is probably nothing at all, but like I said I really didn't need anything to get me toasted, and this was a whole lot more than normal (almost 5 times ). So consider me feeling pretty fucked up. I put down the bong (yes, I almost dropped it...) wandered off a little way to the bottom of the auditorium, and found it strange that there were all these ducks sliding across the ground. I was about to walk over and check it out when my friend asked me what the fuck I was doing and would I please stand away from the water... water?? oops
Drugs + poor light had fooled me. I narrowly escaped getting rather wet. The guy returned with the others, and me and my friend decided it was time to go back inside. We return to our computers and I just sit. My friend had only had the first couple of cones, so while he was a bit messed up, he was certainly thinking a lot more than me. He tells me to jump into the action quake server he's playing on, so I go and do that. At least I tried. Tried a few times in fact. Kept forgetting what I was doing while I was doing it. Took about three tries to get to my start menu and click "run" and hit ok, then when I got into quake... well there was just no hope... what was I doing? oh yeah quake... and then I... what was I doing? oh yeah quake... so what if... huh? quake... this went on for a while
In fact I think I managed to join a game EVENTUALLY, but I couldn't think straight enough to get into a game. So I said fuck it (that or I just forgot about it) and decided to enjoy the effects of my high. Unfortunately my friend was pretty paranoid, so whenever I was looking a bit smashed (if I closed my eyes, or stared into space) he'd tell me to "stop looking so stoned man!". I couldn't help it
So I just did my best to ignore him, and closed my eyes and relaxed. Wow, closed eye visuals. Never experienced anything like it at the time (or since). I'll do my best to explain. Basically in the center of my universe was a glowing golden ball. I began circling it, the closer I got, the more intense G-force I experienced from the speed I was accumulating as I swung closer and closer, the radius of my orbit decreasing with every revolution. As I neared the ball the "pulling" on my body grew really intense, and I think I started actually making circles with my head in real life. My friend grabbed me and I snapped out of it. This situation repeated itself a few times. I never quite made it to the centre
Well, I surely couldn't keep my eyes open, so I grabbed my rubber bedmat (for sleeping on, obviously) which was still rolled up, and leaned it against my desk and rested my head on it (at one point someone took a photo of me, they thought I was sleeping... I saw the flash through my eyelids, looked up, and my friend was just laughing saying "Tomorrow you're gonna see how smashed you're lookin'!". The photo is still online on the lan website). So the next step of my trip was what I believe is known as synesthesia. I started seeing sounds. Tho its not quite that simple. As I sat there in the dark (well, it was dark because my eyes were closed...) these pixellated patterns would flash in front of my eyes. Pixellated isn't really the right term, but they were patterns made of large squares of color. I soon realised that different sounds resulted in different patterns. Its like I broke sounds into their respective genres, each genre having its own pattern to represent it. Also I made names for each genre. One of the names was Jestefer, thus my BL name
All the names were nonsense words like that I think, jestefer is the only one I remember. Also I partially remember the jestefer pattern. A kind of grey sideways X. Can't remember the sound it represented though. Anyway the rest of the evening is a bit hazy, this is the only time weed has ever affected my memory, but its kinda understandable. I ended up getting sick of sitting at my table, and staggered off to try and find some floor space to pass out on. And I did. Woke in the morning feeling absolutely fine.
----------->Epilogue
Overall, it was pretty damn fun. I revelled in my godly bong pulling skills, strained to attain the golden globe, and acquainted myself with the visual element of sounds. Also, I experienced no nausea, and while I don't usually get nauseated when smoking it isn't unknown. Anyway I know this was more of a story than a trip report, but its the best thing I have... yet
[Edit: Jeez, added some paragraph breaks.. should be easier on the eyes now
][This message has been edited by Jestefer (edited 16 November 2001).]
