Kandy K
Ex-Bluelighter
Meth & MJ--Semii-Experienced--"First LSD Flashback"
I have had a few experiences with weed and meth, but all times more crystal was consumed than weed, so the crystal was the dominant force. I have noticed that when meth is smoked first before the weed, it makes one feel insanely spun, as if on the 5th day of binging without sleep (refer to past trip report for reference). But when marijuana is smoked first before meth, and then large amounts of marijuana again post-crystal, one receives very vivid psychedelic hallucinations. It was during this time I experienced my first LSD flashback.
I was sitting in front of the TV when it all began. Every light in the room gradually became more and more vibrant in color, transforming into an abyss of neon rainbow, until I had to squint my eyes to see clearly. The wall, composed of bricks, swirled into a pattern of radiating beams of electric-green, spinning rapidly in a clockwise motion, as if that side of the room had transformed into a gigantic fan inspired by the Matrix. I even felt the fan cool me down and run a faint breeze through my hair. Out of the TV rolled out rays of light in waves, as if everything were submerged in an underwater virtual reality scenario.
I envisioned the process of death and the afterlife on the ceiling before my very eyes. After death, when our souls leave our bodies, we resume life as microscopic balls of energy (the common color was yellow, though the soul's colors ranged from red to blue depending on every soul's emotions). We continue drifting on earth until we are inhaled or consumed by the male specimen of any live animal or plant species. Once breathed into the male's body, we enter the bloodstream and eventually inhabit the testicular region. From then on we are ejaculated out as semen, and the lucky few souls would fight for reincarnation as a living specimen. Some choose to flutter down and be planted down in the ground as bacteria, and are fed into roots and unite with plants (I'm assuming hippies prefer this lifestyle), while others spread out into the ocean as plankton and are consumed by creatures of the sea, repeating a similar process. I also came to the realization that women, being spiritually superior (every time a deity has appeared to me in a drug induced dream it is a woman), generate their own souls (the egg), while the men are merely storage for recycled souls. This creation of new souls is also the reason the population is growing exponentially at such a rapid pace. But due to forces of gracity, we are unable to explore other dimensions of the universe until earth explodes, upon which we will drift through space until we choose to inhabit another star or planet of our choice.
I also experienced extreme auditory hallucinations, where sound was completely warped. All instruments played through speakers had a very electronic sound to them. All vocals in music seemed as if they had been tweaked (no pun intended) to the point of sounding similar to a robotic malfunction. All music sounded heavily electronic to me, exactly like hard techno. I heard "Hotel California" being played from a computer and believed it was a trance remix of the song. I stated out loud how utterly horrified I was that a trance version of the Eagles had been created, whereupon my friend informed me that it was in fact, the original Eagles song. Even when the music stopped, I continued hearing trance music in the background softly, as if a rave were happening a couple houses away. Assuming that this had all been created in my head, I was surprised by my talent to come up with such creative, catchy melodies given that I had no knowledge or experience making music that was not of classical structure. My cracked-out theory is that I fried one too many brain cells while partying at raves, so for every new hole existing in my brain, a trance song would seep in and fill that empty void, and the combination somehow triggered it all out of my barren, memory cells. So I suppose it's a bad sign that the music continued for 4 hours straight, from one track to the next. The lucky thing about having a half-deadmind is that after a certain point you become too ignorant or apathetic to care or realize the extremities of the damage that's been done. As I thought this in my head, this is when I realized what poison meth was for my body and mind, and it was the first time I considered quitting since relapsing.
The overall feeling was that, aside from the vivid hallucinations, I was incredibly braindead. It was as if I had become so stoned my brain was too comatose to function and properly transport information and process logic. The entire time, I acted very delirious, unable to stop talking with a weak, fixed smile and a high-pitched monotone voice. Either way, this is definitely one of the most intense psychedelics I had ever done. It is so rare to trip out on MJ alone, or from meth itself (the only exception applying to lack of sleep), who would have expected mixing the two would create such a visionary illusionary encounter.
I have had a few experiences with weed and meth, but all times more crystal was consumed than weed, so the crystal was the dominant force. I have noticed that when meth is smoked first before the weed, it makes one feel insanely spun, as if on the 5th day of binging without sleep (refer to past trip report for reference). But when marijuana is smoked first before meth, and then large amounts of marijuana again post-crystal, one receives very vivid psychedelic hallucinations. It was during this time I experienced my first LSD flashback.
I was sitting in front of the TV when it all began. Every light in the room gradually became more and more vibrant in color, transforming into an abyss of neon rainbow, until I had to squint my eyes to see clearly. The wall, composed of bricks, swirled into a pattern of radiating beams of electric-green, spinning rapidly in a clockwise motion, as if that side of the room had transformed into a gigantic fan inspired by the Matrix. I even felt the fan cool me down and run a faint breeze through my hair. Out of the TV rolled out rays of light in waves, as if everything were submerged in an underwater virtual reality scenario.
I envisioned the process of death and the afterlife on the ceiling before my very eyes. After death, when our souls leave our bodies, we resume life as microscopic balls of energy (the common color was yellow, though the soul's colors ranged from red to blue depending on every soul's emotions). We continue drifting on earth until we are inhaled or consumed by the male specimen of any live animal or plant species. Once breathed into the male's body, we enter the bloodstream and eventually inhabit the testicular region. From then on we are ejaculated out as semen, and the lucky few souls would fight for reincarnation as a living specimen. Some choose to flutter down and be planted down in the ground as bacteria, and are fed into roots and unite with plants (I'm assuming hippies prefer this lifestyle), while others spread out into the ocean as plankton and are consumed by creatures of the sea, repeating a similar process. I also came to the realization that women, being spiritually superior (every time a deity has appeared to me in a drug induced dream it is a woman), generate their own souls (the egg), while the men are merely storage for recycled souls. This creation of new souls is also the reason the population is growing exponentially at such a rapid pace. But due to forces of gracity, we are unable to explore other dimensions of the universe until earth explodes, upon which we will drift through space until we choose to inhabit another star or planet of our choice.
I also experienced extreme auditory hallucinations, where sound was completely warped. All instruments played through speakers had a very electronic sound to them. All vocals in music seemed as if they had been tweaked (no pun intended) to the point of sounding similar to a robotic malfunction. All music sounded heavily electronic to me, exactly like hard techno. I heard "Hotel California" being played from a computer and believed it was a trance remix of the song. I stated out loud how utterly horrified I was that a trance version of the Eagles had been created, whereupon my friend informed me that it was in fact, the original Eagles song. Even when the music stopped, I continued hearing trance music in the background softly, as if a rave were happening a couple houses away. Assuming that this had all been created in my head, I was surprised by my talent to come up with such creative, catchy melodies given that I had no knowledge or experience making music that was not of classical structure. My cracked-out theory is that I fried one too many brain cells while partying at raves, so for every new hole existing in my brain, a trance song would seep in and fill that empty void, and the combination somehow triggered it all out of my barren, memory cells. So I suppose it's a bad sign that the music continued for 4 hours straight, from one track to the next. The lucky thing about having a half-deadmind is that after a certain point you become too ignorant or apathetic to care or realize the extremities of the damage that's been done. As I thought this in my head, this is when I realized what poison meth was for my body and mind, and it was the first time I considered quitting since relapsing.
The overall feeling was that, aside from the vivid hallucinations, I was incredibly braindead. It was as if I had become so stoned my brain was too comatose to function and properly transport information and process logic. The entire time, I acted very delirious, unable to stop talking with a weak, fixed smile and a high-pitched monotone voice. Either way, this is definitely one of the most intense psychedelics I had ever done. It is so rare to trip out on MJ alone, or from meth itself (the only exception applying to lack of sleep), who would have expected mixing the two would create such a visionary illusionary encounter.
