lightforce
Bluelighter
Bio
Male
22 years of age
5'11
200 lbs
Previous Experience
MDMA
Meth
GHB
4-Aco-DMT
Ketamine
2C-I
Cocaine
LSD
Trip Report
Ok so here comes another report, this one isn't about one specific time but more of the times that I have experienced Ketamine and kind of a reflection of my (ab)use.
I first tried Ketamine while I was out of town working, I had met a fellow that was into research chemicals/drugs and we began talking and making a friendship (plus being 7 hours away from home is no fun by itself). We shared previous experiences about our drug use and I told him that one drug that really piqued my interest was Ketamine. Long story short he had gotten his girlfriend to bring up a small vial of it, and one night after work I went to his hotel room and he gave me my first bump. We were watching District 9 and even before the K this movie was weird and after the effects had come up the movie seems so strange and mad no sense. I fell in love with the dissociation but most of all was the lack of a hangover and being able to something and wake up for work in the morning (Later this doesnt become true). I didnt use anymore until about 2 weeks later.
Now my first K-hole experience was also at my very first music festival/rave. I had attended with the same guy that I met while working out of town. I was in my tent and for some reason I just felt the urge to go for the K-hole, it was my first festival so why not break my K-hole cherry? I had 2 small bags of K, about ~0.8 g total and i took the first bag and railed the whole thing (each bag was ~0.4g). The drip was horrible, nasty chemical taste that wasn't very pleasant nor did it feel very good in the back of the throat. I laid in my tent and closed my eyes, about 5 minutes had gone by and I wasn't quite feeling anything so I decided to take another bump. Then I closed my eyes again looking into the darkness of my mind, it suddenly became even darker but it was a clear darkness nor was it scary. I felt as though I was laying in an ocean, swaying with the waves and with this feeling a ship popped into my vision. I watched as this ship swayed with me and in the background there was music playing and it felt as though I was bobbing my head to the beat, wether or not I actually was I have no idea, the music sounded good. Then a vision of a forest came, everything was black but with shades of red, and a girl dancing around within the trees. And to me this girl looked like my friends girlfriends friend. And up to this point this was all I can really remember, I had woken up about 4 hours later and there was no way I was going to be able to walk so I just went back into my tent and laid there for another hour or so. And again I woke up later feeling a bit foggy but after a while that went away and I enjoyed the rest of festival doing smaller bumps.
Now fast forward say 7 months and by then I was quite heavily into it. Between my first time and 7 months later there was really nothing special that happened with my use, I would do it mostly on weekends and never do it while driving or during the week. I was doing about 7 grams a month at that point, bumps turned into mountains/lines. And in my area Ketamine isn't exactly cheap but with my job I could afford to continuously use it. Then one day I just stopped caring about my life, I was working a shift of 8 days on and 6 days off. I had no girlfriend (nor have I ever had one) and really the only people I would hang out with lived 4 hours away in another city. So really all I would do for my 6 days off was sit at home and do K all day everyday. This started in about February of this year because of my job/life. Then in April I went to school to finish my last year for my apprenticeship, this opened to door for my use to turn into addiction. The 7 gram month habit turned into an ounce a month habit. I was doing K all day every day, waking up and on my way to school I would do bumps while driving. Then sometimes I would go to the bathroom and do bumps as well during class. I wouldn't keep track of my use, when I ran out I went and bought another ounce. I could *almost* function on K, going shopping, driving but talking with people I would slur my words a bit and stutter which my mom noticed and the jig was up but I really didn't care that she knew.
I felt as though the K acted as an anti-depressant for me, after using I felt happy and this made me want to do more. It made music sound better, and I just enjoyed being in my own world getting away from reality. Plus it synergized with almost every drug I combined it with and also helped me with MDMA comedowns (get mashed on K for 4 days and you wont even notice the depression).
Now for probably the worst experience I have ever had after a weekend binge on K. I went up to visit my friends in the city 4 hours away for a show. I had brought with me an ounce and as soon as I touched base with my friends there was no holding back with my use. I must have went through about 12 grams to my self in 3 days and me being a retard I didn't drink enough water but drank a fair amount of alcohol. On the sunday when I woke up I felt a horrible pain in my stomach, this was the start of the K-pains. I drove home 4 hours and they got worse and worse as time went on and when I got home I was in excruciating pain. I laid in my bed crying, holding my stomach and laying in the fetal position. I couldn't handle the pain and drove myself to the hospital, running into emergency and screaming for help. I was admitted about 15 minutes later because I told them I was having K-pains (since I was a drug addict I got shoved back a bit). They put me on a bed and shot me up with morphine, this made the pain go down from a 10 down to about a 6 which was bearable and they also gave me a shot of Ativan which knocked me out for a couple hours. They gave me 2 more shots of morphine and then sent me on my way telling me to get help (basically a pamphlet with some numbers to call). After the morphine wore off the pain came back to the same intensity as it was before. So I ended up missing 2 days of school and hiding these pains from my parents, telling them that they're cramps and they never found out.
Now there was two times while laying on my couch watching TV and doing K that I would just all of a sudden lose my mind. Like I mean crying, thinking that I fucked up my brain and that I need to kill myself in order to stop the pain. Both times I was able to calm down after the K had worn off and get my brain back together and look back and realize my thoughts were stupid. I guess this is what psychosis feel like?
Now for the final experience which happened recently at yet another music festival (about a week ago). During this time and me finishing school (middle of April) there was a drought in my city, K was hard to come by and it was stupid expensive. This limited my use which was a good thing but I missed it dearly. Luckily towards the end of the festival there was an influx of K and the drought was somewhat fixed for a while. I bought a quarter and went on my merry way. The saturday night of the festival I was doing bumps and dancing on the dance floor, I was having a great time when all of a sudden it was like time stopped for a second and I came to with a person hugging me and my friends staring at me. I looked around and at my friends and they were like "He's ok" and "He's ready to go". This really fucked with me, to me it was almost like my friends were aliens and going to send up to heaven or something like that. They all went back to dancing, I stood there for 5 minutes with a blank stare on my face and trying to piece together what just happened, looking around. Everything seemed so strange and weird. I went for a walk around the stage/area. Went back to the dance floor and then ended up walking back to my tent and by this time I was fine. I was jut about to go to bed when my friend came to my tent and explained that I had stumbled into 2 people and then fell backwards like a tree being cut down and smacking my head on the ground. I have zero recollection of this happening. This event scared me the most out of anytime, even more then when I OD'd on GHB whilst high on meth. This was the first time I had ever K-hole'd by accident and with me looking like a mangled retard that hurt my ego because I can usually carry my mangled self well but I guess this time I didn't. But at least I didn't have to go to the EMS tent.
Anyways hope this is a trip report and not something belongs more in TDS?
Also note that I never do K while I'm at work. I know where to draw the line here.
Male
22 years of age
5'11
200 lbs
Previous Experience
MDMA
Meth
GHB
4-Aco-DMT
Ketamine
2C-I
Cocaine
LSD
Trip Report
Ok so here comes another report, this one isn't about one specific time but more of the times that I have experienced Ketamine and kind of a reflection of my (ab)use.
I first tried Ketamine while I was out of town working, I had met a fellow that was into research chemicals/drugs and we began talking and making a friendship (plus being 7 hours away from home is no fun by itself). We shared previous experiences about our drug use and I told him that one drug that really piqued my interest was Ketamine. Long story short he had gotten his girlfriend to bring up a small vial of it, and one night after work I went to his hotel room and he gave me my first bump. We were watching District 9 and even before the K this movie was weird and after the effects had come up the movie seems so strange and mad no sense. I fell in love with the dissociation but most of all was the lack of a hangover and being able to something and wake up for work in the morning (Later this doesnt become true). I didnt use anymore until about 2 weeks later.
Now my first K-hole experience was also at my very first music festival/rave. I had attended with the same guy that I met while working out of town. I was in my tent and for some reason I just felt the urge to go for the K-hole, it was my first festival so why not break my K-hole cherry? I had 2 small bags of K, about ~0.8 g total and i took the first bag and railed the whole thing (each bag was ~0.4g). The drip was horrible, nasty chemical taste that wasn't very pleasant nor did it feel very good in the back of the throat. I laid in my tent and closed my eyes, about 5 minutes had gone by and I wasn't quite feeling anything so I decided to take another bump. Then I closed my eyes again looking into the darkness of my mind, it suddenly became even darker but it was a clear darkness nor was it scary. I felt as though I was laying in an ocean, swaying with the waves and with this feeling a ship popped into my vision. I watched as this ship swayed with me and in the background there was music playing and it felt as though I was bobbing my head to the beat, wether or not I actually was I have no idea, the music sounded good. Then a vision of a forest came, everything was black but with shades of red, and a girl dancing around within the trees. And to me this girl looked like my friends girlfriends friend. And up to this point this was all I can really remember, I had woken up about 4 hours later and there was no way I was going to be able to walk so I just went back into my tent and laid there for another hour or so. And again I woke up later feeling a bit foggy but after a while that went away and I enjoyed the rest of festival doing smaller bumps.
Now fast forward say 7 months and by then I was quite heavily into it. Between my first time and 7 months later there was really nothing special that happened with my use, I would do it mostly on weekends and never do it while driving or during the week. I was doing about 7 grams a month at that point, bumps turned into mountains/lines. And in my area Ketamine isn't exactly cheap but with my job I could afford to continuously use it. Then one day I just stopped caring about my life, I was working a shift of 8 days on and 6 days off. I had no girlfriend (nor have I ever had one) and really the only people I would hang out with lived 4 hours away in another city. So really all I would do for my 6 days off was sit at home and do K all day everyday. This started in about February of this year because of my job/life. Then in April I went to school to finish my last year for my apprenticeship, this opened to door for my use to turn into addiction. The 7 gram month habit turned into an ounce a month habit. I was doing K all day every day, waking up and on my way to school I would do bumps while driving. Then sometimes I would go to the bathroom and do bumps as well during class. I wouldn't keep track of my use, when I ran out I went and bought another ounce. I could *almost* function on K, going shopping, driving but talking with people I would slur my words a bit and stutter which my mom noticed and the jig was up but I really didn't care that she knew.
I felt as though the K acted as an anti-depressant for me, after using I felt happy and this made me want to do more. It made music sound better, and I just enjoyed being in my own world getting away from reality. Plus it synergized with almost every drug I combined it with and also helped me with MDMA comedowns (get mashed on K for 4 days and you wont even notice the depression).
Now for probably the worst experience I have ever had after a weekend binge on K. I went up to visit my friends in the city 4 hours away for a show. I had brought with me an ounce and as soon as I touched base with my friends there was no holding back with my use. I must have went through about 12 grams to my self in 3 days and me being a retard I didn't drink enough water but drank a fair amount of alcohol. On the sunday when I woke up I felt a horrible pain in my stomach, this was the start of the K-pains. I drove home 4 hours and they got worse and worse as time went on and when I got home I was in excruciating pain. I laid in my bed crying, holding my stomach and laying in the fetal position. I couldn't handle the pain and drove myself to the hospital, running into emergency and screaming for help. I was admitted about 15 minutes later because I told them I was having K-pains (since I was a drug addict I got shoved back a bit). They put me on a bed and shot me up with morphine, this made the pain go down from a 10 down to about a 6 which was bearable and they also gave me a shot of Ativan which knocked me out for a couple hours. They gave me 2 more shots of morphine and then sent me on my way telling me to get help (basically a pamphlet with some numbers to call). After the morphine wore off the pain came back to the same intensity as it was before. So I ended up missing 2 days of school and hiding these pains from my parents, telling them that they're cramps and they never found out.
Now there was two times while laying on my couch watching TV and doing K that I would just all of a sudden lose my mind. Like I mean crying, thinking that I fucked up my brain and that I need to kill myself in order to stop the pain. Both times I was able to calm down after the K had worn off and get my brain back together and look back and realize my thoughts were stupid. I guess this is what psychosis feel like?
Now for the final experience which happened recently at yet another music festival (about a week ago). During this time and me finishing school (middle of April) there was a drought in my city, K was hard to come by and it was stupid expensive. This limited my use which was a good thing but I missed it dearly. Luckily towards the end of the festival there was an influx of K and the drought was somewhat fixed for a while. I bought a quarter and went on my merry way. The saturday night of the festival I was doing bumps and dancing on the dance floor, I was having a great time when all of a sudden it was like time stopped for a second and I came to with a person hugging me and my friends staring at me. I looked around and at my friends and they were like "He's ok" and "He's ready to go". This really fucked with me, to me it was almost like my friends were aliens and going to send up to heaven or something like that. They all went back to dancing, I stood there for 5 minutes with a blank stare on my face and trying to piece together what just happened, looking around. Everything seemed so strange and weird. I went for a walk around the stage/area. Went back to the dance floor and then ended up walking back to my tent and by this time I was fine. I was jut about to go to bed when my friend came to my tent and explained that I had stumbled into 2 people and then fell backwards like a tree being cut down and smacking my head on the ground. I have zero recollection of this happening. This event scared me the most out of anytime, even more then when I OD'd on GHB whilst high on meth. This was the first time I had ever K-hole'd by accident and with me looking like a mangled retard that hurt my ego because I can usually carry my mangled self well but I guess this time I didn't. But at least I didn't have to go to the EMS tent.
Anyways hope this is a trip report and not something belongs more in TDS?
Also note that I never do K while I'm at work. I know where to draw the line here.
