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Honey Oil - First Time - Tripping on weed?

Kul69

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I made some honey oil using the butane method and decided to try it out today. I scraped up a decent amount of it on a razor blade and heated the razor blade slightly with a lighter. The oil turned to a more liquid state when heated and I could tilt the razor blade and it would drip all over the bowl.

The bowl was smoked between 5 people and everyone was coughing madly. It was probably a gram of weed just in the bowl not including the honey oil. The smoke is harsh in a strange way. It's as if you take large rip easily but on the exhale it get's more and more harsh.

I hadn't smoked at all previously in the day and I found myself completly out of my mind stoned. I kept having problems saying what I wanted to, it would just get jumbled together.

We all went inside to watch a movie and while the moving was being played I couldn't focus on it because the whole room looked a bit surreal. Things appeared to have a vibrating quality and there was amazing color enhancement. During this time I was still thinking, "This is a placebo effect probably.." but at the same time I knew I was more stoned than I ever have been.

I sat there watching the movie but wasn't really paying attention. I was lost in my thoughts about things I can't even remember now. I don't really remember much of the movie or the whole time it was on. The movie ended and my girlfriend said she was going to bed so I joined her.

I layed down in bed with her and tried to fall asleep. This is usually pretty easy for me when I'm high but not this time. I asked my girlfriend, "Do you think meditation is a drug?" and she said yes, so I asked, "What does that mean for our understanding of god then if our prayer and meditation is a hallucination created by drugs being released?"

Then I have no idea what my girlfriend was saying but she was talking all about god and the psyche and all that kind of stuff but I had started getting closed eye visuals right as she started talking. I saw this face of some kind of beast pushing through something, masked. Like if you were to push your face into a cloth sheet that was hanging except combined with a melting quality. Her talking about religion and god had taken a very sinister tone and she sounded like some kind of priest performing an exercism. I couldn't even grasp what she was trying to say. The face I was seeing had become more real with massive fangs lining it's jaw and fur filling in all over it. Then I opened my eyes and the visuals were gone, even when I closed my eyes again. My girlfriend had stopped talking and apparently thought I'd fallen asleep or something cause I don't remember saying anything to her.

Then I heard a helicopter flying outside and I started thinking about the DEA coming and kicking in the door at any second. Who else would be flying a helicopter at 2am? They were probably surveying the house every night looking for me to slip up and leave something in plain view so they could get a warrent. I hear what sounds like a car outside (this is a real rural area) and I'm sure they're here for me. I'm laying in bed waiting for the crash and the yelling and wondering if they'll believe it's for personal consumption or I'm some kind of drug lord. When they drag me out of bed with my girlfriend screaming and crying cause I'm going to prison for 500 years will they at least let me put on some clothes or will they drag me out of the house naked? I need to gather up my whole stash and bury it in the woods. Can it wait until tommorow? No you fool, they'll be here any moment. You know that's how it works, just when you're trying to get out or cover your ass something fucks you. Maybe I should set the alarm clock for 4am and sneak out then and hide everything.

I know I'm paranoid beyond any reasonable amount but I have the fear and I can't rationalize. I ask my girlfriend what she is thinking about cause I can tell she isn't asleep either. She says, "Oh, I was just wondering if I should feed the fish something else.." or something like that and I started laughing. I found it hilarious that I'm thinking about sneaking out into the woods and digging a pit to throw all our pipes and stuff in before the DEA kicks in my door to celebrate the fourth of July and she is thinking about feeding our pets. I tell her that I'm worried they're gonna come through the window at any moment and I'm wondering if they'll let me get dressed before they drag me off and she tells me to remember that I'm high on a drug and need to wait until I'm not high anymore.

I decide she's right and try again to stop thinking and fall asleep. A lot of weird paranoid thoughts follow that I don't really remember anymore and eventually I fall asleep.

I've never had such a psychadelic experience with just marijuana. There were definate visuals, open and closed eyed, but the paranoia and mindset just made me want to jump out of my skin. I hope it was just what was on my mind being amplified and not that high doses of THC generally end up negative.
 
I reached a similar state yesterday on the fourth too. We were smoking our of this beautiful bong, and we put some ice in it. The last thing I remember clearly is my buddy Jonathan saying 'Oh HELL no, I can't hit this', hitting it, and then passing it to me. It's been a long time since I've been high enough to get all shakey and nervous. We went to his family's barbeque though and playing ultimate frisbee and volleyball to 'get with it' to set off illegal fireworks...

Glad you had a good time man, happy smoking!
 
Interestingly, I also tripped on weed the other day. July 3rd to be exact. After smoking copious amounts all day long, by the time 1am rolled around, I was hallucinating moreso than even sometimes when I trip on something fully psychedelic. My friend Mark would talk to me, and I found it impossible to focus on him for any length of time. My eyes would roll around and I'd still hear his voice and everything, but suddenly I'd be seeing his voice in a 3-dimensional wave plane reacting to the pitch and timbre of the sounds I was hearing. Then I'd snap out of it and look at him, and notice that the wall behind him was curving inward like we were in a dome, which we weren't. The poster above his head looked like a curved mirror which was reflecting him, and he himself looked like a wooden marionette. All night, I was constantly seeing people and cats rise up out of the ground in my peripheral vision. I was also nodding heavily, immersing myself into lucid dreams every time. It was strong enough that I had no control whatsoever over the things that I was seeing and the state I was in.

Overall, the morphine I had earlier in the day probably helped my state, but it was definitely much, much stronger than morphine has ever been, and for a longer period of time.
 
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