Solitude_within
Bluelighter
The first time I smoked weed was hardly what one would consider “getting high”: incorrectly inhaling off of a pipe with low to mid grade weed, and getting only the slightest of buzzes. But my second encounter with cannabis would turn out to be one of the deepest and most memorable experiences of my life.
During the second half of my senior year in high school, I had a friend (B) who smoked occasionally. After talking with him more, I learned that his brother actually grew the stuff where he lived a few hours away. A couple weeks after my initial smoke, I decided to give it a second shot, and B and I planned to take a trip up to his brother’s to stay the night. We arrived at his house, densely surrounded by forest, around a half hour to midnight. Not wanting to seem greedy for weed, we waited a bit until K asked if we wanted to smoke. He broke out some of his newly cured GrandDaddy Purple, and we loaded up a bowl on my new bong at a quarter to twelve. This time, I definitely inhaled right. Sitting on the couch, I breathed in a lungful of filtered goodness….
As soon as I began to exhale, I lost control of everything. My thoughts, my senses, my awareness of time. All of it took a backseat as I desperately gasped for air amid violent coughing bouts. My mindstate was in shambles as I was literally (or so it seemed) fighting for my life here in a stranger’s house. What seemed like 10 minutes later, I was finally able to calm down my respiratory system and drink some water, and I leaned back onto the couch. B and K happily saw that I was beginning to slide into the smooth rut of calmness.
It was at this time, after all the chaos and madness and primal struggle that had occurred just minutes ago, that I began to relax and give way to eventual relief. The coming waves of consciousness were nothing short of heavenly, and I slowly drifted into a world that I had never known.
For what seemed like hours, my mind ran off wildly into the night of the forest. My thoughts were ridden with vivid colors and sensual overtones, bringing me to new plateaus of perception and appreciation. Subtly picking up on a myriad of variances in thought, my consciousness seemed like it was moving at a million miles a second. It was all a psychedelic blur….my mind revealing itself to me with every kind of imaginable phantasm.
After this high velocity ride through countless imagination, my mind started to slow and take an introspective turn. I asked myself exactly “who” and “what” I was. What exactly was being fought for hours ago when I first inhaled the cannabis smoke? Did I have an objective reality? A spirit that I could call my own? Memories from childhood began to make their way in, including cartoons that I had enjoyed in my younger years. I deeply wondered if I was merely a creation of the times which founded me, contrasted by external objects such as cartoon characters and friends. All preconceptions were tossed away, and I looked at myself in a way that I never had before. Looking at the light on the ceiling, my vision was confused as it flooded with light of all colors, and I continued my spiritual trek for what literally seemed like hours.
At some point I was able to recover my visual senses and look at the time. But it couldn’t be right…..the clock showed that it was about twenty after twelve. I was in total disbelief at this point, unable to accept the fact that the eternities I just witnessed had elapsed a mere 30 minutes. But indeed, this fact remained true.
After accepting it, I just relaxed and enjoyed the high until an unpleasant feeling made its way up from my stomach. Due to all the coughing from earlier, I believe I irritated my stomach so strongly that I needed to vomit. As I stood up and tried to run to the bathroom, I found myself on the ground not 5 feet from the couch. It wasn’t pretty. There was vomit all over the ground and myself. Great, I thought. Here I come over to this dude’s house, smoke his bomb, and I throw up all over his floor. Fortunately, K and his roommate step son were very cool about it, telling me not to worry about it at all.
After it’s all cleaned up, B, K, the other B and me are all hanging in the living room. Keep in mind that I am still high as a kite at this point, relaxed beyond belief and still having minor hallucinations. I think the funniest instance is while we were watching TV. Every time I opened my eyes to pay attention to the TV, it was like trailer clips of Taxi (the 2004 movie with Queen Latifah and Jimmy Fallon) were being played. And they were the roll-your-eyes, slap-your-face, dumb parts. It seemed like that was all that was on the fucking TV for two hours! All the ridiculousness of Taxi reduced to about 3 or 4 jokes repeated for the length of the whole movie. Fuck.
Looking back, I think it was my time distortion that caused this effect, but it’s still kinda funny.
Well, that’s my trip report. I hope it’s enjoyed. Thanks for reading
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During the second half of my senior year in high school, I had a friend (B) who smoked occasionally. After talking with him more, I learned that his brother actually grew the stuff where he lived a few hours away. A couple weeks after my initial smoke, I decided to give it a second shot, and B and I planned to take a trip up to his brother’s to stay the night. We arrived at his house, densely surrounded by forest, around a half hour to midnight. Not wanting to seem greedy for weed, we waited a bit until K asked if we wanted to smoke. He broke out some of his newly cured GrandDaddy Purple, and we loaded up a bowl on my new bong at a quarter to twelve. This time, I definitely inhaled right. Sitting on the couch, I breathed in a lungful of filtered goodness….
As soon as I began to exhale, I lost control of everything. My thoughts, my senses, my awareness of time. All of it took a backseat as I desperately gasped for air amid violent coughing bouts. My mindstate was in shambles as I was literally (or so it seemed) fighting for my life here in a stranger’s house. What seemed like 10 minutes later, I was finally able to calm down my respiratory system and drink some water, and I leaned back onto the couch. B and K happily saw that I was beginning to slide into the smooth rut of calmness.
It was at this time, after all the chaos and madness and primal struggle that had occurred just minutes ago, that I began to relax and give way to eventual relief. The coming waves of consciousness were nothing short of heavenly, and I slowly drifted into a world that I had never known.
For what seemed like hours, my mind ran off wildly into the night of the forest. My thoughts were ridden with vivid colors and sensual overtones, bringing me to new plateaus of perception and appreciation. Subtly picking up on a myriad of variances in thought, my consciousness seemed like it was moving at a million miles a second. It was all a psychedelic blur….my mind revealing itself to me with every kind of imaginable phantasm.
After this high velocity ride through countless imagination, my mind started to slow and take an introspective turn. I asked myself exactly “who” and “what” I was. What exactly was being fought for hours ago when I first inhaled the cannabis smoke? Did I have an objective reality? A spirit that I could call my own? Memories from childhood began to make their way in, including cartoons that I had enjoyed in my younger years. I deeply wondered if I was merely a creation of the times which founded me, contrasted by external objects such as cartoon characters and friends. All preconceptions were tossed away, and I looked at myself in a way that I never had before. Looking at the light on the ceiling, my vision was confused as it flooded with light of all colors, and I continued my spiritual trek for what literally seemed like hours.
At some point I was able to recover my visual senses and look at the time. But it couldn’t be right…..the clock showed that it was about twenty after twelve. I was in total disbelief at this point, unable to accept the fact that the eternities I just witnessed had elapsed a mere 30 minutes. But indeed, this fact remained true.
After accepting it, I just relaxed and enjoyed the high until an unpleasant feeling made its way up from my stomach. Due to all the coughing from earlier, I believe I irritated my stomach so strongly that I needed to vomit. As I stood up and tried to run to the bathroom, I found myself on the ground not 5 feet from the couch. It wasn’t pretty. There was vomit all over the ground and myself. Great, I thought. Here I come over to this dude’s house, smoke his bomb, and I throw up all over his floor. Fortunately, K and his roommate step son were very cool about it, telling me not to worry about it at all.
After it’s all cleaned up, B, K, the other B and me are all hanging in the living room. Keep in mind that I am still high as a kite at this point, relaxed beyond belief and still having minor hallucinations. I think the funniest instance is while we were watching TV. Every time I opened my eyes to pay attention to the TV, it was like trailer clips of Taxi (the 2004 movie with Queen Latifah and Jimmy Fallon) were being played. And they were the roll-your-eyes, slap-your-face, dumb parts. It seemed like that was all that was on the fucking TV for two hours! All the ridiculousness of Taxi reduced to about 3 or 4 jokes repeated for the length of the whole movie. Fuck.
Looking back, I think it was my time distortion that caused this effect, but it’s still kinda funny.
Well, that’s my trip report. I hope it’s enjoyed. Thanks for reading
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