moon8blood
Greenlighter
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- Jul 12, 2015
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This happened at 4 A.M. with some friends at an unnamed place (basically a warehouse). To be honest I was on like 2 hours of sleep and hadn't eaten since 7 P.M. the day before so I wasn't doing too well already. It was me and four other guys, passing around a bong. I took three big rips, for my size especially (I weigh like 100lbs) and I sat for a few minutes just letting it sink in. They asked me to tell a story and it got where I felt tongue-tied and I felt like they were all staring at me because I was taking forever... then I just snuggled into the couch and vegged out. I started to notice shit was weird... like my eyes started to get really sensitive to the lights. My cheeks got numb feeling and heavy, like when the dentist numbs them for a filling. I was biting them to make them come back and I started to panic, which wasn't good, because I thought, "Oh, hell, what the fuck did I smoke?" I only really knew one of the guys well, so there's a lesson: really know who you smoke with, especially if you're tiny and smoke with all guys (lol). Mind you since we had been messing around earlier, one guy was wearing my jacket, which held my phone, keys, glasses... my mind started racing. I mumbled to him if I could have my phone back and I started basically trying to make a run for it, and then I tripped. The drugs were like no girl, sit your butt down.
Everything got so bright and clear, so overstimulating. It was cool as hell to be honest, and also terrifying. I was like mesmerized. They all looked at me like a zoo animal. I remember saying "I'm so high, I've never been so high..." and they were like "You go girl!" I looked at their faces, thinking this is crazy but maybe I'm just mad high... after just three rips. Well then it gets kind of crazy. I started screaming to take me to the hospital because I knew it wasn't right. I yelled at my closer friend who invited me; I asked him why he did this to me and it's all his fault, because I assumed I was dying. Then, I don't even know, it socked me right in the face. I said breathe, swallow, because I thought I was about to seize or something, or that I was seizing. I asked them what we smoked, and they said weed (later I found out where they got it, which was a head shop, and that it wasn't really weed or none of that would've really happened) and one kid, who was laughing his damn head off the whole time, said angel dust. My tripped out mind did not want to hear that at all... So I was like great, I'm fucking dying.
So I went into this trip where my body was frozen and my eyes were closed (I think) but I saw myself from above, as if I sat in the ceiling and I called for my Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma and I asked God to swallow me whole. The guy I was dating at the time was holding me and I looked at him and said, "You're not the one for me. The one for me was coming." (So K2 gave me psychic abilities). I basically thought I was dying and it was a whirlwind of me seeing my parents' reaction - I also saw my baby cousin? I really love him so maybe that's why he was in it - and God kind of put me in purgatory and I was like well that's great. My body was tingling and on fire, and I heard these explosions in my mind, and I felt them and heard them in my brain - I basically felt like I was feeling myself die. It was just intense and dark. Oh, and remember how I'm watching myself from above? I saw myself lunge at someone - like ninja lunge - and apparently I really did that. It was like watching a movie where I was talking and didn't recognize my own voice. So dissociative and freaky.
So that scary shit ended, and I was locked in this dark state where I couldn't wake up. Honestly I wanted to cry. I thought I was dead. I'm not super experienced with trips but I never had this. So I had these three guys sitting around me asking me "Do you want water?" "Do you want food?" "Do you want music?" and the one guy laughing still. So in my mind I assumed I was just a dead corpse, soul in purgatory, and their dumb asses were doomed to keep asking if I wanted anything for eternity. I was so out of it. I kid you not I thought this. So finally someone put a blanket on me and I woke up. I again asked them to take me to the hospital but they said no because ya know, they were stoned too, but not like me. I tried to calm down and drink some water, but I tripped a second time.
I looked into it and froze. I was exhausted, so they just laid me down. I muttered, "You guys are gonna have to call my dad," and they were like, yeah, no. I could hear their voices through the cloud but I didn't know they were theirs. I almost let myself slip into a sleep, but I panicked. I thought I was gonna die. Honestly if I fell asleep it wouldn't have been the worst thing, but I fought it hard for better or worse, call me stupid. I was trapped in the void so I let my temper take over and I screamed, stamped my feet and punched. Somehow I got downstairs - I guess someone helped me or I would've knocked my teeth out - and I went in the bathroom to put water on my face. I talked in broken sentences to them to take me to the hospital and I grabbed my friends hands and locked my fingers in his, hugged him, and put his hands on my chest (?) then ran outside. The winter air kind of woke me up and I got in my car and asked my friend to take me home. Then, this other kid got in and explained to me don't go to the hospital, blah blah, you'll get in trouble, stay here. I was like, whatever, just take care of me at this point. They gave me some food and water and I laid down for a while to shake it off. No more trips once I realized I was alive and here to stay.
Luckily I had some people there to watch me - my buddy even stood outside the bathroom door when I went pee, and when I was quiet for too long, asked if I was still there lol. He also drove me home, thank gosh. That one kid who thought it was funny literally thought I was acting the whole time. I could not make that shit up. I don't know if K2 is supposed to do that, as I wasn't really intending on smoking it that night, but I really wouldn't like to smoke it again, regardless of the effect my panicking had on the experience. But that was some scary shit! Sometimes I remember it all of a sudden and I'm like holy shit. That was real to me then and it's still there.
Everything got so bright and clear, so overstimulating. It was cool as hell to be honest, and also terrifying. I was like mesmerized. They all looked at me like a zoo animal. I remember saying "I'm so high, I've never been so high..." and they were like "You go girl!" I looked at their faces, thinking this is crazy but maybe I'm just mad high... after just three rips. Well then it gets kind of crazy. I started screaming to take me to the hospital because I knew it wasn't right. I yelled at my closer friend who invited me; I asked him why he did this to me and it's all his fault, because I assumed I was dying. Then, I don't even know, it socked me right in the face. I said breathe, swallow, because I thought I was about to seize or something, or that I was seizing. I asked them what we smoked, and they said weed (later I found out where they got it, which was a head shop, and that it wasn't really weed or none of that would've really happened) and one kid, who was laughing his damn head off the whole time, said angel dust. My tripped out mind did not want to hear that at all... So I was like great, I'm fucking dying.
So I went into this trip where my body was frozen and my eyes were closed (I think) but I saw myself from above, as if I sat in the ceiling and I called for my Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma and I asked God to swallow me whole. The guy I was dating at the time was holding me and I looked at him and said, "You're not the one for me. The one for me was coming." (So K2 gave me psychic abilities). I basically thought I was dying and it was a whirlwind of me seeing my parents' reaction - I also saw my baby cousin? I really love him so maybe that's why he was in it - and God kind of put me in purgatory and I was like well that's great. My body was tingling and on fire, and I heard these explosions in my mind, and I felt them and heard them in my brain - I basically felt like I was feeling myself die. It was just intense and dark. Oh, and remember how I'm watching myself from above? I saw myself lunge at someone - like ninja lunge - and apparently I really did that. It was like watching a movie where I was talking and didn't recognize my own voice. So dissociative and freaky.
So that scary shit ended, and I was locked in this dark state where I couldn't wake up. Honestly I wanted to cry. I thought I was dead. I'm not super experienced with trips but I never had this. So I had these three guys sitting around me asking me "Do you want water?" "Do you want food?" "Do you want music?" and the one guy laughing still. So in my mind I assumed I was just a dead corpse, soul in purgatory, and their dumb asses were doomed to keep asking if I wanted anything for eternity. I was so out of it. I kid you not I thought this. So finally someone put a blanket on me and I woke up. I again asked them to take me to the hospital but they said no because ya know, they were stoned too, but not like me. I tried to calm down and drink some water, but I tripped a second time.
I looked into it and froze. I was exhausted, so they just laid me down. I muttered, "You guys are gonna have to call my dad," and they were like, yeah, no. I could hear their voices through the cloud but I didn't know they were theirs. I almost let myself slip into a sleep, but I panicked. I thought I was gonna die. Honestly if I fell asleep it wouldn't have been the worst thing, but I fought it hard for better or worse, call me stupid. I was trapped in the void so I let my temper take over and I screamed, stamped my feet and punched. Somehow I got downstairs - I guess someone helped me or I would've knocked my teeth out - and I went in the bathroom to put water on my face. I talked in broken sentences to them to take me to the hospital and I grabbed my friends hands and locked my fingers in his, hugged him, and put his hands on my chest (?) then ran outside. The winter air kind of woke me up and I got in my car and asked my friend to take me home. Then, this other kid got in and explained to me don't go to the hospital, blah blah, you'll get in trouble, stay here. I was like, whatever, just take care of me at this point. They gave me some food and water and I laid down for a while to shake it off. No more trips once I realized I was alive and here to stay.
Luckily I had some people there to watch me - my buddy even stood outside the bathroom door when I went pee, and when I was quiet for too long, asked if I was still there lol. He also drove me home, thank gosh. That one kid who thought it was funny literally thought I was acting the whole time. I could not make that shit up. I don't know if K2 is supposed to do that, as I wasn't really intending on smoking it that night, but I really wouldn't like to smoke it again, regardless of the effect my panicking had on the experience. But that was some scary shit! Sometimes I remember it all of a sudden and I'm like holy shit. That was real to me then and it's still there.
