dancingclown
Greenlighter
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Date: Sometime Last Spring
Time: 10:00pm - 3:00am
Drug: Ketamine
Dose: Approximately 300mg
Weight/Height: 5'4" and 129lb
Sometime during the middle of my spring semester last year, my roommate decided she wanted to become my friend. And her way of becoming my friend was offering me drugs. So, I smoked a bowl with her once. I declined an offer of ectasy because I didn't know what the fuck was in her pills and she usually ended up pretty damn fucked over whenever she took it. I was pretty much a n00b to anything but weed at the time (though I was a heavy smoker—and I've since quit in favor of a vaporizer) and didn't really care one way or the other what she did as long she wasn't shooting up heroin in our dorm. Her previous roommate got kicked out of the room for reporting her cocaine use. I'll just say my roommate had money and connections.
One night she brought her best friend over to our dorm with a gram of K. Their objective? Getting into a K-hole. They invited me to join them. I thought it over, said what the hell, and took a line. At first it kind of burned to snort it. I waited and went back to my computer. I was in the middle of writing a manuscript. They were already halfway gone and I didn't care to listen to their inane babble about how good it felt to take a shit while high.
As I sat there, browsing the internet (because it suddenly felt very hard to concentrate on writing) they offered me another line. So, I took it. And a bump or two followed.
Ten minutes later, we decided to go outside, and just sitting with them was really nice. Tranquil. It really made me understand why ketamine is used as a tranquilizer. Most of the time, my thoughts are constantly racing and jumping around, but it was like time slowed down—yet, consequently, as time slowed down, I was able to process more thoughts. We sat outside, listening to birds, hoping they were owls for some weird reason. Then, we decided to jump. And that felt pretty good, too. We almost decided to run barefoot over to the grassfield, but that idea was quashed for some reason.
Normally, I hate the company of people when I'm doing something ridiculous, but I simply did not care. I suppose that was the peak of the trip. The best friend and I, however, weren't even that gone. My roommate was completely gone. She weighed less than both of us, which probably accounts for that.
After thirty or so minutes, we went back inside. I tried writing once more, but simply could not concentrate. So, I turned back to them. The best friend was writing poetry. We took what remained in the baggy—about a bump each. And then she started reading her poetry—and recording us. The poetry actually sounded good in that state. It was like listening to something by Gertrude Stein or ee cummings, though I'm sure, if I was sober, it would have sounded terrible. It was pretty damn memorizing.
Soon after, we started getting really tired. We turned off all the lights and settled into our respective beds and talked for a bit and as I never, ever talked to my roommate or her best friend, it was certainly an experience to feel a weird one-ness with them.
So, all in all, if it weren't for the long term effects ketamine has on the bladder (not pleasant, IMO, in fact, it really, really sucks), as a dissociative, I'd rate it 9/10 with DXM being about a 3/10 for pure "nausea/I'm going to die" factor. I don't think I'll be trying PCP anytime soon, simply because I have no desire to lose all contact with reality without first working my way through a few hallucinogens first.
Time: 10:00pm - 3:00am
Drug: Ketamine
Dose: Approximately 300mg
Weight/Height: 5'4" and 129lb
Sometime during the middle of my spring semester last year, my roommate decided she wanted to become my friend. And her way of becoming my friend was offering me drugs. So, I smoked a bowl with her once. I declined an offer of ectasy because I didn't know what the fuck was in her pills and she usually ended up pretty damn fucked over whenever she took it. I was pretty much a n00b to anything but weed at the time (though I was a heavy smoker—and I've since quit in favor of a vaporizer) and didn't really care one way or the other what she did as long she wasn't shooting up heroin in our dorm. Her previous roommate got kicked out of the room for reporting her cocaine use. I'll just say my roommate had money and connections.
One night she brought her best friend over to our dorm with a gram of K. Their objective? Getting into a K-hole. They invited me to join them. I thought it over, said what the hell, and took a line. At first it kind of burned to snort it. I waited and went back to my computer. I was in the middle of writing a manuscript. They were already halfway gone and I didn't care to listen to their inane babble about how good it felt to take a shit while high.
As I sat there, browsing the internet (because it suddenly felt very hard to concentrate on writing) they offered me another line. So, I took it. And a bump or two followed.
Ten minutes later, we decided to go outside, and just sitting with them was really nice. Tranquil. It really made me understand why ketamine is used as a tranquilizer. Most of the time, my thoughts are constantly racing and jumping around, but it was like time slowed down—yet, consequently, as time slowed down, I was able to process more thoughts. We sat outside, listening to birds, hoping they were owls for some weird reason. Then, we decided to jump. And that felt pretty good, too. We almost decided to run barefoot over to the grassfield, but that idea was quashed for some reason.
Normally, I hate the company of people when I'm doing something ridiculous, but I simply did not care. I suppose that was the peak of the trip. The best friend and I, however, weren't even that gone. My roommate was completely gone. She weighed less than both of us, which probably accounts for that.
After thirty or so minutes, we went back inside. I tried writing once more, but simply could not concentrate. So, I turned back to them. The best friend was writing poetry. We took what remained in the baggy—about a bump each. And then she started reading her poetry—and recording us. The poetry actually sounded good in that state. It was like listening to something by Gertrude Stein or ee cummings, though I'm sure, if I was sober, it would have sounded terrible. It was pretty damn memorizing.
Soon after, we started getting really tired. We turned off all the lights and settled into our respective beds and talked for a bit and as I never, ever talked to my roommate or her best friend, it was certainly an experience to feel a weird one-ness with them.
So, all in all, if it weren't for the long term effects ketamine has on the bladder (not pleasant, IMO, in fact, it really, really sucks), as a dissociative, I'd rate it 9/10 with DXM being about a 3/10 for pure "nausea/I'm going to die" factor. I don't think I'll be trying PCP anytime soon, simply because I have no desire to lose all contact with reality without first working my way through a few hallucinogens first.
