The First Bong
Im new to BlueLight, and I thought i would contribute by writing about my first bong. Everyone remembers their first, and to me, this was no exception. First a little about myself.
I don't smoke draw that often, I like smoking draw, but I always approach drugs with a certain respect I think they deserve and I find that weed is more pleasant if I don't smoke it as often as some of my friends do, but when I do smoke, I always seem to trip alot more than the people im with.
My first bong was in the woods at school with my fiend Mike, when I was staying over one night. It was about 11pm and I had no idea what i was in for when my friend opened his bag and pulled out his bong. He proceeded to pack a cap and take a hit. Although i mentioned to him that i hadn't pulled a bong before, i made sure i watched him so i knew how it was done so i didn't look completely retarded
I packed a pretty chunky cap, and finished it in one. I held it in as long as i could (which wasn't that long) and then passed it back to my friend. He had another cap and we headed back into school. Even as i was walking out of the woods, i was stumbling as the world around me was shifting slightly, as i spoke to Mike, my voice sounded like it was coming from very far away, and it felt as though i was listening to myself speak, which is a very odd situation to be in.
As we got back up to our dorm (which involved alot of stealthing around not to get noticed by teachers) I sat down on a bed, and proceeded to close my eyes. I will always remember this moment, as a swirling red pattern appeared in the middle of my vision, getting closer and closer. As it grew closer i noticed it was made up of small triangles, all rotating each with the original pattern inside them. They stretched on to infinity, and kept getting closer, until i could see the triangles were made up of even smaller triangles, but they had atom type objects circulating round them, they too seemed to stretch on as far as i could see. This continued for a good 10 Minutes, of different visuals each one as strange, beautiful, but as hard to describe as the next, before i decided to open my eyes.
I then relaxed, laying back on the wall, and the edge of my vision blurred and flashed black and white, and the room looked as though it was spinning and leaving slight trails behind it. I could hear an *electric buzzing* sound in my ears (its the only way to describe it) and the clear sensation of being pulled down by gravity. Another odd visual was a slight distortion of my perspective i was staring at the edge of a table, and i ccouldn'ttell how far away it was, or if i was to stretch out my arm, if i could reach it or not, It made for a very interesting evening. I was very relaxed throughout all of this, just laying back and watching it all happen chatting animatedly to Mike. I was there for a good 2 hours before a noticeable change in my high came along, at which point i decided it would be a good time to go to sleep.
When I get stoned i have re-occuring visuals, and nearly every time i get stoned, and i experience a particularly intense new visual, that too becomes re-occuring
This is what makes weed such an attractive prospect for me, is looking forward to the visuals I remember from my last trip. To many of my old friends, smoking weed was just getting cained, eating loads, laughing at stuff, but i find with my new friends from college, things go deeper than that and we have good trips usually involving other drugs as well.
Im not too sure if any of this is particularly astounding, but most people i talk to don't seem to get such intense closed eye visuals or sensations. So it might be interesting to see what you think. (just sorry it was so long)
-Turtle
(yeah i just scrolled up, it is infact really fucking long)
Im new to BlueLight, and I thought i would contribute by writing about my first bong. Everyone remembers their first, and to me, this was no exception. First a little about myself.
I don't smoke draw that often, I like smoking draw, but I always approach drugs with a certain respect I think they deserve and I find that weed is more pleasant if I don't smoke it as often as some of my friends do, but when I do smoke, I always seem to trip alot more than the people im with.
My first bong was in the woods at school with my fiend Mike, when I was staying over one night. It was about 11pm and I had no idea what i was in for when my friend opened his bag and pulled out his bong. He proceeded to pack a cap and take a hit. Although i mentioned to him that i hadn't pulled a bong before, i made sure i watched him so i knew how it was done so i didn't look completely retarded
I packed a pretty chunky cap, and finished it in one. I held it in as long as i could (which wasn't that long) and then passed it back to my friend. He had another cap and we headed back into school. Even as i was walking out of the woods, i was stumbling as the world around me was shifting slightly, as i spoke to Mike, my voice sounded like it was coming from very far away, and it felt as though i was listening to myself speak, which is a very odd situation to be in.
As we got back up to our dorm (which involved alot of stealthing around not to get noticed by teachers) I sat down on a bed, and proceeded to close my eyes. I will always remember this moment, as a swirling red pattern appeared in the middle of my vision, getting closer and closer. As it grew closer i noticed it was made up of small triangles, all rotating each with the original pattern inside them. They stretched on to infinity, and kept getting closer, until i could see the triangles were made up of even smaller triangles, but they had atom type objects circulating round them, they too seemed to stretch on as far as i could see. This continued for a good 10 Minutes, of different visuals each one as strange, beautiful, but as hard to describe as the next, before i decided to open my eyes.
I then relaxed, laying back on the wall, and the edge of my vision blurred and flashed black and white, and the room looked as though it was spinning and leaving slight trails behind it. I could hear an *electric buzzing* sound in my ears (its the only way to describe it) and the clear sensation of being pulled down by gravity. Another odd visual was a slight distortion of my perspective i was staring at the edge of a table, and i ccouldn'ttell how far away it was, or if i was to stretch out my arm, if i could reach it or not, It made for a very interesting evening
. I was very relaxed throughout all of this, just laying back and watching it all happen chatting animatedly to Mike. I was there for a good 2 hours before a noticeable change in my high came along, at which point i decided it would be a good time to go to sleep. When I get stoned i have re-occuring visuals, and nearly every time i get stoned, and i experience a particularly intense new visual, that too becomes re-occuring
This is what makes weed such an attractive prospect for me, is looking forward to the visuals I remember from my last trip. To many of my old friends, smoking weed was just getting cained, eating loads, laughing at stuff, but i find with my new friends from college, things go deeper than that and we have good trips usually involving other drugs as well.
Im not too sure if any of this is particularly astounding, but most people i talk to don't seem to get such intense closed eye visuals or sensations. So it might be interesting to see what you think. (just sorry it was so long)
-Turtle
(yeah i just scrolled up, it is infact really fucking long)
