Wutang_Forever
Bluelighter
SET AND SETTING:
Me and the bros come back to the old apartment after dab all day day. I had never tried dabs before, and have always been a little reluctant because of the sketchy looking rig and blowtorching process. Finally i decide it's time for a dab.
Now i had considered myself someone who was well versed in the world of marijuana and psychedelics, to the point where i have lost track of the number of substances and experiences. I'm probably better off not knowing honestly.
THE DAB:
I didn't know anything about dabs at the time, so when my buddy T hands me a gemstone sized iridescent blob of wax i ask no questions. The torch is fired, the nail is hot. I lower the gooey needle onto the waiting dish. POOF. I inhale the syrupy vapor til it is no more.
instantly i can tell this is not like weed. The harsh vapors sends me into a coughing fit the likes of which i have never experienced. My eyes watering and gasping for breath, i curse at my friend T through a wheezing of coughs.
Then the drug hit my brain... it's like instantly being thrown into a peak mushroom experience. I glance around, realizing that maybe i bit off more than i could chew. Melting geometric patterns are strewn across my vision, and one person notices my distress. He says "Yo come back, you're zoning out a little too hard." He was right, i had been staring into a lamp shade intently for around 5 minutes. before long the group splits up and it's just me and my friend K chilling at the apartment. It's been over an hour, hallucinations are still going strong, and now a new aspect takes hold. I am now 106% convinced the cops are outside posted up waiting to ambush us, I can HEAR their voices in my head. I ask K "Hey, will you go check outside man? i think theres cops." He does this while saying something about paranoia and dabs. There are no cops of course, i guess i'm just hearing voices.
It's time to sleep it off, but my delusions prevent me, and have progressed. I now have convinced myself that an old rival is out in the parking lot smashing up my car with a crowbar. I could hear him talking, laughing, and smashing windows outside. I decide this is delusional, and to close my eyes and try to sleep... Not a fuckin chance, the back of my eyelids light up with some of the most colorful, twisting, and weird visuals i've ever seen. I see flashes of a fat animated caterpillar, her shifting proportions struggle to inch along a twig as sparkling liquid rainbows swirl around her peripherals
. These visuals were not standard psychedelics visuals, which are more rigid and intricate. Dab vision is like someone painted the surface of a rippling pond with fluorescent paint, the movement never ceases, it is very free form and flickering. I sleep not a wink and end up leaving when the sun rises, when was more capable of driving.
ANALYSIS AND CONCLUSION:
I have not experienced this effect since then, and wouldn't wish it. I felt the laces of my mind being undone, but without the cool insights and self analysis of a trip, just face melting paranoia. The only thing that has ever gotten me that delusional was 25i, another experience i would not wish to repeat. I'm not saying dabs are bad, since then i have come to love them. But dabs are big boy drugs, and should be treated with more respect. Especially when dabbing out a beginner, tolerance and size should be accounted for. I didn't feel normal for a whole week. Strong stuff.
Me and the bros come back to the old apartment after dab all day day. I had never tried dabs before, and have always been a little reluctant because of the sketchy looking rig and blowtorching process. Finally i decide it's time for a dab.
Now i had considered myself someone who was well versed in the world of marijuana and psychedelics, to the point where i have lost track of the number of substances and experiences. I'm probably better off not knowing honestly.
THE DAB:
I didn't know anything about dabs at the time, so when my buddy T hands me a gemstone sized iridescent blob of wax i ask no questions. The torch is fired, the nail is hot. I lower the gooey needle onto the waiting dish. POOF. I inhale the syrupy vapor til it is no more.
instantly i can tell this is not like weed. The harsh vapors sends me into a coughing fit the likes of which i have never experienced. My eyes watering and gasping for breath, i curse at my friend T through a wheezing of coughs.
Then the drug hit my brain... it's like instantly being thrown into a peak mushroom experience. I glance around, realizing that maybe i bit off more than i could chew. Melting geometric patterns are strewn across my vision, and one person notices my distress. He says "Yo come back, you're zoning out a little too hard." He was right, i had been staring into a lamp shade intently for around 5 minutes. before long the group splits up and it's just me and my friend K chilling at the apartment. It's been over an hour, hallucinations are still going strong, and now a new aspect takes hold. I am now 106% convinced the cops are outside posted up waiting to ambush us, I can HEAR their voices in my head. I ask K "Hey, will you go check outside man? i think theres cops." He does this while saying something about paranoia and dabs. There are no cops of course, i guess i'm just hearing voices.
It's time to sleep it off, but my delusions prevent me, and have progressed. I now have convinced myself that an old rival is out in the parking lot smashing up my car with a crowbar. I could hear him talking, laughing, and smashing windows outside. I decide this is delusional, and to close my eyes and try to sleep... Not a fuckin chance, the back of my eyelids light up with some of the most colorful, twisting, and weird visuals i've ever seen. I see flashes of a fat animated caterpillar, her shifting proportions struggle to inch along a twig as sparkling liquid rainbows swirl around her peripherals
. These visuals were not standard psychedelics visuals, which are more rigid and intricate. Dab vision is like someone painted the surface of a rippling pond with fluorescent paint, the movement never ceases, it is very free form and flickering. I sleep not a wink and end up leaving when the sun rises, when was more capable of driving.ANALYSIS AND CONCLUSION:
I have not experienced this effect since then, and wouldn't wish it. I felt the laces of my mind being undone, but without the cool insights and self analysis of a trip, just face melting paranoia. The only thing that has ever gotten me that delusional was 25i, another experience i would not wish to repeat. I'm not saying dabs are bad, since then i have come to love them. But dabs are big boy drugs, and should be treated with more respect. Especially when dabbing out a beginner, tolerance and size should be accounted for. I didn't feel normal for a whole week. Strong stuff.
