EnzymeDeficient
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Ok, a little lead in. At this point in my life, I?€™m quite inexperienced with drugs. All I?€™ve tried is Dextromethorphan, and Marijuana once (with no effects). So, this recount is, for all intents and purposes, my first experience with Marijuana. My trying of Dextromethorphan was basically an attempt at sampling LSD-like affects legally and with no difficulty of requisition. After taking DXM (a story for another time) I discovered I was deficient in the enzyme ?€œcytochrome P450 2D6?€.
You should know that after reading a lot about drugs, LSD seems to be what I?€™m after, but I have never been able to track down a dose, and felt it might be better to try some ?€œlesser?€ drugs first.
In terms of my personality, I am usually quite confident, and content with doing whatever I want to do. I?€™m rarely anxious, don?€™t get easily intimidated, and I would consider myself quite intelligent, and not religious.
About two weeks prior, I had a pretty bad case of the flu, and I still had a minor (self-diagnosed) lung infection remaining, but I thought nothing of it ?€“ the cough was almost gone and I had stopped producing phlegm.
Set:
Prior to this experience, my impression of marijuana, sourced from friends explaining it, and the media (movies etc.), was that it was relaxing and made everything funny. Of course, being a reasonably cautionary person, before trying it, I was inclined read a lot about it, saw that it can apparently cause hallucinations in high doses and have all kinds of negative symptoms, like anxiety, nausea (especially on the first time) and plenty more. With regard to my state of mind, I would say I was quite happy, with everything going right in my life at the time. Of relevance, is my desire to try LSD ?€“ this may have had a psychological effect on the symptoms I received on marijuana.
Setting:
I organised to meet the guys I?€™m getting high with at the local McDonalds, only to find some other people I knew (though not really) who I was not expecting to be accompanying me, dining there. The guys I was supposed to be meeting had not yet arrived, so I sat down and talked with these others, in an effort to be polite. My friends arrived and gave me a look of apology, then expressed surprise at these other peoples?€™ presence. Since I knew weed was associated with anxiety, I wasn?€™t eager to have these randoms with me whilst I got stoned for my first time. They were all ?€˜potheads?€™ for lack of a better term, and this mcdonalds was stoner central, so they knew immediately that we were meeting to go and smoke a bong. They insisted on joining us, presumably, eyeing the opportunity to join in. So everyone came back to my friend?€™s (Tom) place. I?€™d never been to Tom?€™s place and it was a complete sty; stank of pot, messy as all hell, munch packaging everywhere. I?€™m a little disillusioned by this, but I don?€™t mind that much. At this point, there are about 10 of us. So we hang around playing guitar hero and NDS while we wait for these guys to leave after realising they?€™re not going to score here. They leave at about 11pm, leaving us with 6 people.
We toked up at the local park slash skate park, and went back for most of the experience at Tom?€™s place.
The stuff we?€™re smoking looked like high quality mids, but I?€™m only going from a little research on websites like grasscity, bluelight etc. By the end of it, the six of us had shared one joint, about four inches long, and almost an inch thick which was mixed with tobacco. We also shared somewhere between 1/16th and 1/8th in a bong equally. This means I would have personally consumed around half a gram.
The thick of it:
So we walked to the park and chilled in one of the skating bowls there. The guy whose (makeshift, mind you) bong we were using realised he didn?€™t bring a cone piece. Someone ran back to his place and brought back a piece of aluminium from a soft drink can. While he was gone, the rest of us started on a premade joint, made by Tom who said it was a tobacco and weed mix. All six of us end up having an equal share of it. At about midnight, Tom made the aluminium into a cone piece. I thought of questioning how safe that is (wouldn?€™t it burn?) but really couldn?€™t be fucked, since I was this close to getting high for the first time, and I knew these guys were quite experienced. The bong was passed around twice before I started feeling some of what I expected. I had cotton mouth, a tense jaw, my muscles were all relaxed (including my tongue ?€“ I felt like I was going to swallow the thing). One of the guys came with me to get a drink of water from a drinking fountain. I came back, had another toke and immediately needed another drink, so went and got it by myself. I was quite anxious at this point, wondering what would happen if I were to pass out while away from the rest of the group, so I yelled out ?€œIf I?€™m not back in 5 someone come search?€. They yelled back affirmatively.
Turns out I came back fine, but I still felt like I was going to choke on my tongue. (this thought recurred commonly). When I got back, the guys shared something they called ?€œthe superman experience?€ with me. They told me to stick my arms straight out in front of me like superman and wave my body around ?€“ imitating superman. This experience felt precisely like superman looked on the green screen. Everyone laughed when I suggested this, and I was paranoid that they were tricking me, and this experience was based entirely on the placebo of suggestion. They assured me it was genuine, however, but in the side of my mind I did not believe them. We then continued to joke about and laugh amongst ourselves for a little while.
They passed the bong around one last time, and this time, somebody filled the bong for me and passed it on. I thought ?€œwhat the hell?€ and took it all in, in one huge breath (this is a 1L bong). The other guys seemed ecstatic at this effort (though this could be an effect of the weed) and all egged me on as I breathed in the last of the smoke. I held it for a few seconds, and immediately regretted it. I buckled over, coughed like a maniac for about five seconds before a huge motherfucking headache set in. Bright red circles, evenly dispersed throughout my vision hammered at my eyes, accompanied by the worst headache I can remember. I fled from the group and buckled over again on the grass. I can?€™t remember whether I vomited at this stage or not, as I have it partially confused with another point further in the high, but I may have, and if not, I continued to cough a lot. The guys checked if I was ok, and assured me this was normal for a first high. I wasn?€™t too worried about my health, but opted to lie down and catch my breath. I recalled a thread I had read online, and decided these effects were due to lack of oxygen, nothing else. After a few moments, they all subsided, leaving the limp tongue behind. I was lying on my back and noted my limp tongue once more. I promptly lied on my side, plagued by the risk of swallowing it. I also noted that it felt as though I had actually coughed flesh from the roof of my mouth up, and there was now a bloody cavity remaining. Strangely, I was content with this, and did not feel concerned. This sensation remained throughout the high, until I indulged in munchies later on.
At this point, I could hear all my friends giggling, and could see them out of the corner of my eyes running around pretending to be superman. This reassured me that they were not tricking me earlier. This experience, quickly led into what I would describe as being similar to a dream. I couldn?€™t establish whether I fell asleep, passed out, or remained conscious the entire time, but it felt as though a long time had passed before someone came over and ?€˜woke?€™ me from whatever state I was in. It felt like I had heard them running around and giggling for at least half an hour, but noticed that only 10-15 minutes had passed when I checked my phone; it was about 1am. This experience was pleasant, but not ?€˜fun?€™ or funny.
The guys urged me to get up as they were all headed back to Tom?€™s place. I didn?€™t feel like mustering the effort, but after the suggestion of being left with just one other person, I managed to get up. This was, by far, the best decision I made all night. As soon as I stood, a sense of accelerated euphoria hit me hard. Walking at, what I was since told was a regular pace, through the park felt like I was jumping around like a crazy telly tubby. When somebody looked at or addressed me, I was initially startled and then felt like I was winning an award, and I giggled and jumped around like I was a crazy motherfucker. All I could think about was happiness and excitement. Everything moved at lightning pace, and it almost felt as though a strobe light was going off. At one point during this state, the guys all pretended to be ghosts in Pac Man. This excited me more than I could ever imagine reproducing. I felt like I was actually playing Pac Man, and had to run away from these guys. Strangely, I took no action on this impulse and continued to jump about giggling. I was also extremely tactile, grabbing someone whenever I needed to talk etc. Unfortunately, this period only lasted the walk home, which I?€™d estimate at about 10 minutes long. When I noticed we had to cross a main road while I was up in the clouds, I got really excited and exclaimed this to one of my friends. He didn?€™t really react, which made me realise it wasn?€™t that big of an issue, I almost came down from the clouds immediately, and almost felt sober as I crossed the road.
When we got back, we chilled for a little bit, and I was really thirsty (more of that cotton mouth). Somehow, Tom didn?€™t have a tap anywhere, and so I asked if we could visit a servo. The guys said we?€™d be going soon anyway, since we?€™d need some ?€œmunchies?€. I went outside to get some fresh air, and was puking within moments of walking outside. Tom asked me to take it to the sidewalk, pretty much after I was finished. I was like ?€œ...sure...?€ (somewhat taken aback by his bluntness) and ended up dry retching some more while standing on the sidewalk. (this is the point with which I confused the other moment). After this, we went and got some munchies at the servo. I was still damn high, I?€™d say this was about 2am.
The walk to the service station was easily forgotten, but I recall a significant degree of paranoia and anxiety. In stark contrast to the walk back to A?€™s from the park, whenever somebody looked at me, I felt like they were some sort of criminal, and I was a victim. One notable occurrence of this, was when I was walking behind the group, and one of them turned to address me. I sincerely didn?€™t recognise him, and I thought he was going to stab me. (even though he was right in front of me the entire time and merely turned around, and he didn?€™t have a knife). Once we arrived at the petrol station, I felt like waiting outside. When I broke from the group to stand in the middle of the paving outside the door, they asked why. I was paranoid that it would be suss, going in with vomit on my sleeves, and they might notice my eyes, and I told them so. They told me they came here like 3 times a week while high, and assured me the attendant wouldn?€™t mind. So I walked in with them. Upon setting off the door sensor and hearing it beep, I had a visualization of what it would look like on a CCTV camera with six guys, all in hoodies, looking at their feet as they stumbled into a service station. This observation was strangely objective, yet cinematic (the kind of insight I?€™d expect from an acid trip). I was shocked and appalled, and was worried we?€™d get arrested for theft, even though we weren?€™t stealing anything. I had read about similar visualizations on Marijuana before, and they usually occurred multiple times throughout a high, but this was the only one I recall.
Everyone bought plenty of munch and we went back to A?€™s without event. There, we ate all the stuff we had bought; combinations of burger rings, gel lollies and chocolate in all sorts of combinations. Only at this moment did I truly understand what the munchies were. Everything tasted like bliss, even the most terrible combinations, and I felt like I would never stop eating. Until, of course, all the food was gone, and I felt immediately sad ?€“ depressed even. I laid down on a bed to rest.
One of my mates started playing the guitar. After a minute or two of this, I thought he was playing the intro to ?€œIntergalactic?€ by the Chemical Brothers. Now, at the time, I was convinced his guitar chords were singing the electronic lyrics to this song ?€œin-ter-ga-lac-tic...?€ and it was wonderful. I immediately sat upright and exclaimed ?€œFuck, thats good!?€ Everybody looked at me like I was crazy, and a little bit of anxiety hit me again. (I wouldn?€™t normally feel anxious in such a situation) I lay back down to enjoy the music. Nothing else notable happened, and I fell asleep until about 5am, at which time I was told that everybody was leaving. I got up feeling completely sober and walked home (wasn?€™t far).
When I woke in the morning, I didn?€™t have any hangover or after effects, besides a very minor tingling sensation in the eyes, with which I was pleased.
After remembering I heard that song by the chemical brothers, I was inclined to look it up. I found that the intro isn?€™t played on guitar, but is a synthesized voice distortion. However, to this day, I am convinced he was playing it, even after the guy denied it himself.
Most of the time, it felt as though my mood was easily controllable by stimuli, if something fun or funny was going on, I felt ecstatic, if something boring was happening, I started to feel down and anxious. If something relaxing was happening I felt relaxed. Going over the list of effects on the Erowid database, I can check off very nearly every one, both positive and negative, besides anything long term (eg. Schizophrenia).
Despite the numerous and seemingly overwhelming negative symptoms I experienced during this high, I came out of it feeling pleased, and eager to do it again. The delicious food, the brief encounter with music, and the 10 minute rush at the park easily countered the low to medium levels of anxiety and paranoia, the vomiting, the headache, the coughing and everything else. I was especially pleased with waking in the morning devoid of after effects ?€“ especially considering a difficult experience I had with DXM, involving significant and lengthy (days) after effects.
I have submitted this trip report to erowid, and would like for it to be published.
Report Submission ID: 79593
Author Name: EnzymeDeficient
Title: Much More Than I Expected
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
Ok, a little lead in. At this point in my life, I?€™m quite inexperienced with drugs. All I?€™ve tried is Dextromethorphan, and Marijuana once (with no effects). So, this recount is, for all intents and purposes, my first experience with Marijuana. My trying of Dextromethorphan was basically an attempt at sampling LSD-like affects legally and with no difficulty of requisition. After taking DXM (a story for another time) I discovered I was deficient in the enzyme ?€œcytochrome P450 2D6?€.
You should know that after reading a lot about drugs, LSD seems to be what I?€™m after, but I have never been able to track down a dose, and felt it might be better to try some ?€œlesser?€ drugs first.
In terms of my personality, I am usually quite confident, and content with doing whatever I want to do. I?€™m rarely anxious, don?€™t get easily intimidated, and I would consider myself quite intelligent, and not religious.
About two weeks prior, I had a pretty bad case of the flu, and I still had a minor (self-diagnosed) lung infection remaining, but I thought nothing of it ?€“ the cough was almost gone and I had stopped producing phlegm.
Set:
Prior to this experience, my impression of marijuana, sourced from friends explaining it, and the media (movies etc.), was that it was relaxing and made everything funny. Of course, being a reasonably cautionary person, before trying it, I was inclined read a lot about it, saw that it can apparently cause hallucinations in high doses and have all kinds of negative symptoms, like anxiety, nausea (especially on the first time) and plenty more. With regard to my state of mind, I would say I was quite happy, with everything going right in my life at the time. Of relevance, is my desire to try LSD ?€“ this may have had a psychological effect on the symptoms I received on marijuana.
Setting:
I organised to meet the guys I?€™m getting high with at the local McDonalds, only to find some other people I knew (though not really) who I was not expecting to be accompanying me, dining there. The guys I was supposed to be meeting had not yet arrived, so I sat down and talked with these others, in an effort to be polite. My friends arrived and gave me a look of apology, then expressed surprise at these other peoples?€™ presence. Since I knew weed was associated with anxiety, I wasn?€™t eager to have these randoms with me whilst I got stoned for my first time. They were all ?€˜potheads?€™ for lack of a better term, and this mcdonalds was stoner central, so they knew immediately that we were meeting to go and smoke a bong. They insisted on joining us, presumably, eyeing the opportunity to join in. So everyone came back to my friend?€™s (Tom) place. I?€™d never been to Tom?€™s place and it was a complete sty; stank of pot, messy as all hell, munch packaging everywhere. I?€™m a little disillusioned by this, but I don?€™t mind that much. At this point, there are about 10 of us. So we hang around playing guitar hero and NDS while we wait for these guys to leave after realising they?€™re not going to score here. They leave at about 11pm, leaving us with 6 people.
We toked up at the local park slash skate park, and went back for most of the experience at Tom?€™s place.
The stuff we?€™re smoking looked like high quality mids, but I?€™m only going from a little research on websites like grasscity, bluelight etc. By the end of it, the six of us had shared one joint, about four inches long, and almost an inch thick which was mixed with tobacco. We also shared somewhere between 1/16th and 1/8th in a bong equally. This means I would have personally consumed around half a gram.
The thick of it:
So we walked to the park and chilled in one of the skating bowls there. The guy whose (makeshift, mind you) bong we were using realised he didn?€™t bring a cone piece. Someone ran back to his place and brought back a piece of aluminium from a soft drink can. While he was gone, the rest of us started on a premade joint, made by Tom who said it was a tobacco and weed mix. All six of us end up having an equal share of it. At about midnight, Tom made the aluminium into a cone piece. I thought of questioning how safe that is (wouldn?€™t it burn?) but really couldn?€™t be fucked, since I was this close to getting high for the first time, and I knew these guys were quite experienced. The bong was passed around twice before I started feeling some of what I expected. I had cotton mouth, a tense jaw, my muscles were all relaxed (including my tongue ?€“ I felt like I was going to swallow the thing). One of the guys came with me to get a drink of water from a drinking fountain. I came back, had another toke and immediately needed another drink, so went and got it by myself. I was quite anxious at this point, wondering what would happen if I were to pass out while away from the rest of the group, so I yelled out ?€œIf I?€™m not back in 5 someone come search?€. They yelled back affirmatively.
Turns out I came back fine, but I still felt like I was going to choke on my tongue. (this thought recurred commonly). When I got back, the guys shared something they called ?€œthe superman experience?€ with me. They told me to stick my arms straight out in front of me like superman and wave my body around ?€“ imitating superman. This experience felt precisely like superman looked on the green screen. Everyone laughed when I suggested this, and I was paranoid that they were tricking me, and this experience was based entirely on the placebo of suggestion. They assured me it was genuine, however, but in the side of my mind I did not believe them. We then continued to joke about and laugh amongst ourselves for a little while.
They passed the bong around one last time, and this time, somebody filled the bong for me and passed it on. I thought ?€œwhat the hell?€ and took it all in, in one huge breath (this is a 1L bong). The other guys seemed ecstatic at this effort (though this could be an effect of the weed) and all egged me on as I breathed in the last of the smoke. I held it for a few seconds, and immediately regretted it. I buckled over, coughed like a maniac for about five seconds before a huge motherfucking headache set in. Bright red circles, evenly dispersed throughout my vision hammered at my eyes, accompanied by the worst headache I can remember. I fled from the group and buckled over again on the grass. I can?€™t remember whether I vomited at this stage or not, as I have it partially confused with another point further in the high, but I may have, and if not, I continued to cough a lot. The guys checked if I was ok, and assured me this was normal for a first high. I wasn?€™t too worried about my health, but opted to lie down and catch my breath. I recalled a thread I had read online, and decided these effects were due to lack of oxygen, nothing else. After a few moments, they all subsided, leaving the limp tongue behind. I was lying on my back and noted my limp tongue once more. I promptly lied on my side, plagued by the risk of swallowing it. I also noted that it felt as though I had actually coughed flesh from the roof of my mouth up, and there was now a bloody cavity remaining. Strangely, I was content with this, and did not feel concerned. This sensation remained throughout the high, until I indulged in munchies later on.
At this point, I could hear all my friends giggling, and could see them out of the corner of my eyes running around pretending to be superman. This reassured me that they were not tricking me earlier. This experience, quickly led into what I would describe as being similar to a dream. I couldn?€™t establish whether I fell asleep, passed out, or remained conscious the entire time, but it felt as though a long time had passed before someone came over and ?€˜woke?€™ me from whatever state I was in. It felt like I had heard them running around and giggling for at least half an hour, but noticed that only 10-15 minutes had passed when I checked my phone; it was about 1am. This experience was pleasant, but not ?€˜fun?€™ or funny.
The guys urged me to get up as they were all headed back to Tom?€™s place. I didn?€™t feel like mustering the effort, but after the suggestion of being left with just one other person, I managed to get up. This was, by far, the best decision I made all night. As soon as I stood, a sense of accelerated euphoria hit me hard. Walking at, what I was since told was a regular pace, through the park felt like I was jumping around like a crazy telly tubby. When somebody looked at or addressed me, I was initially startled and then felt like I was winning an award, and I giggled and jumped around like I was a crazy motherfucker. All I could think about was happiness and excitement. Everything moved at lightning pace, and it almost felt as though a strobe light was going off. At one point during this state, the guys all pretended to be ghosts in Pac Man. This excited me more than I could ever imagine reproducing. I felt like I was actually playing Pac Man, and had to run away from these guys. Strangely, I took no action on this impulse and continued to jump about giggling. I was also extremely tactile, grabbing someone whenever I needed to talk etc. Unfortunately, this period only lasted the walk home, which I?€™d estimate at about 10 minutes long. When I noticed we had to cross a main road while I was up in the clouds, I got really excited and exclaimed this to one of my friends. He didn?€™t really react, which made me realise it wasn?€™t that big of an issue, I almost came down from the clouds immediately, and almost felt sober as I crossed the road.
When we got back, we chilled for a little bit, and I was really thirsty (more of that cotton mouth). Somehow, Tom didn?€™t have a tap anywhere, and so I asked if we could visit a servo. The guys said we?€™d be going soon anyway, since we?€™d need some ?€œmunchies?€. I went outside to get some fresh air, and was puking within moments of walking outside. Tom asked me to take it to the sidewalk, pretty much after I was finished. I was like ?€œ...sure...?€ (somewhat taken aback by his bluntness) and ended up dry retching some more while standing on the sidewalk. (this is the point with which I confused the other moment). After this, we went and got some munchies at the servo. I was still damn high, I?€™d say this was about 2am.
The walk to the service station was easily forgotten, but I recall a significant degree of paranoia and anxiety. In stark contrast to the walk back to A?€™s from the park, whenever somebody looked at me, I felt like they were some sort of criminal, and I was a victim. One notable occurrence of this, was when I was walking behind the group, and one of them turned to address me. I sincerely didn?€™t recognise him, and I thought he was going to stab me. (even though he was right in front of me the entire time and merely turned around, and he didn?€™t have a knife). Once we arrived at the petrol station, I felt like waiting outside. When I broke from the group to stand in the middle of the paving outside the door, they asked why. I was paranoid that it would be suss, going in with vomit on my sleeves, and they might notice my eyes, and I told them so. They told me they came here like 3 times a week while high, and assured me the attendant wouldn?€™t mind. So I walked in with them. Upon setting off the door sensor and hearing it beep, I had a visualization of what it would look like on a CCTV camera with six guys, all in hoodies, looking at their feet as they stumbled into a service station. This observation was strangely objective, yet cinematic (the kind of insight I?€™d expect from an acid trip). I was shocked and appalled, and was worried we?€™d get arrested for theft, even though we weren?€™t stealing anything. I had read about similar visualizations on Marijuana before, and they usually occurred multiple times throughout a high, but this was the only one I recall.
Everyone bought plenty of munch and we went back to A?€™s without event. There, we ate all the stuff we had bought; combinations of burger rings, gel lollies and chocolate in all sorts of combinations. Only at this moment did I truly understand what the munchies were. Everything tasted like bliss, even the most terrible combinations, and I felt like I would never stop eating. Until, of course, all the food was gone, and I felt immediately sad ?€“ depressed even. I laid down on a bed to rest.
One of my mates started playing the guitar. After a minute or two of this, I thought he was playing the intro to ?€œIntergalactic?€ by the Chemical Brothers. Now, at the time, I was convinced his guitar chords were singing the electronic lyrics to this song ?€œin-ter-ga-lac-tic...?€ and it was wonderful. I immediately sat upright and exclaimed ?€œFuck, thats good!?€ Everybody looked at me like I was crazy, and a little bit of anxiety hit me again. (I wouldn?€™t normally feel anxious in such a situation) I lay back down to enjoy the music. Nothing else notable happened, and I fell asleep until about 5am, at which time I was told that everybody was leaving. I got up feeling completely sober and walked home (wasn?€™t far).
When I woke in the morning, I didn?€™t have any hangover or after effects, besides a very minor tingling sensation in the eyes, with which I was pleased.
After remembering I heard that song by the chemical brothers, I was inclined to look it up. I found that the intro isn?€™t played on guitar, but is a synthesized voice distortion. However, to this day, I am convinced he was playing it, even after the guy denied it himself.
Most of the time, it felt as though my mood was easily controllable by stimuli, if something fun or funny was going on, I felt ecstatic, if something boring was happening, I started to feel down and anxious. If something relaxing was happening I felt relaxed. Going over the list of effects on the Erowid database, I can check off very nearly every one, both positive and negative, besides anything long term (eg. Schizophrenia).
Despite the numerous and seemingly overwhelming negative symptoms I experienced during this high, I came out of it feeling pleased, and eager to do it again. The delicious food, the brief encounter with music, and the 10 minute rush at the park easily countered the low to medium levels of anxiety and paranoia, the vomiting, the headache, the coughing and everything else. I was especially pleased with waking in the morning devoid of after effects ?€“ especially considering a difficult experience I had with DXM, involving significant and lengthy (days) after effects.
I have submitted this trip report to erowid, and would like for it to be published.
Report Submission ID: 79593
Author Name: EnzymeDeficient
Title: Much More Than I Expected
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_marijuana
substancecode_cannabis
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
exptype_difficult
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
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