Kandy K
Ex-Bluelighter
Meth & MJ. First time combo. So this is what they call being SPUN?!?!!
Introduction:
I combined crystal methamphetamine and marijuana today. You'd think it wouldn't be a good mix because they are almost polar opposites, but that experience truly fucked me up beyond words. I FUCKING LOVED IT!!! It's definitely not anything like regular tweaking, so if you do this I just caution you that you may not have the ability to function normally! Please try this in a safe environment where you will not have to worry about arousing suspicion of being under the influence.
Dosage:
Order is of prime importance when creating the optimum high. Observe…
When I did the hash first, I immediately got an MDMA flashback (I guess if you do X on a regular basis, getting flashbacks are a common occurrence when you smoke bud). But then when I smoked and took a hotrail of ice, the body high I got from being stoned was immediately diminished. It seemed that crystal, being the stronger high of the two, ended up overpowering the marijuana. I don't recommend doing pot before tweak, as it would just end up clouding the high of what could potentially be a good combo.
After the two highs strangely cancelled each other out, I waited another couple of hours to ensure no more marijuana was in my system. I tried mixing the two again, but this time tweaked first and then got stoned. The weird thing is, when I was already tweaking and then hit the bong, I was overwhelmed with this awakening body high and aggressive feeling that could only be described as "fucking spracked," along with an unusually detailed string of visual enhancements. Altogether me and my friend finished the half gram bag o’ tweak (though I had done a little more earlier in the day) and lost count of how much MJ we smoked after the first five bowls.
Trip Report (Summary):
I suddenly felt like I was spracked for 5 days straight non-stop, because I was getting crazy mind-trips that only happen from lack of REM sleep. You would think that I would hate feeling this way, considering tweaking more than a couple days in a row just stops feeling good after a certain point, but this was not the case at all. I got the trippy sights and experienced the (strangely meaningful) awareness from staying up, but without the actual exhaustion/irritation from lack of sleep.
Trip Report (Visuals):
If you ever saw the movie Spun, then surely you remember all the crazy camera angles with the zooming and jitters and shakes (it's what made the movie spun!!!). This is probably the most accurate depiction of what vision was like to me during my peak. I even experienced a "bird's eye view" and a "3rd person view," complete with the zooming in and out of details at an excitingly rapid pace, automatically focusing and refocusing as a camera lens would, and jumping from one angle to the next, as if I had already forgotten where I was only a moment ago.
I started tripping out from shadows and colors, unsure if it was from the good weed or the combo of the two drugs. The only time I've ever tripped off bright shining colors off weed was when I did 3 bowls of White Widow, EASILY the most potent MJ I've ever had.
I am not sure if I had unfocused my eyes too fast, or if it was the lighting of the room, but purple spots began appearing on the once-tan carpet floor. Each time I closed my eyes, I imagined at least one vapor trail teasing me as a reminder of the dope I had smoked that day. Even now as I write this I am still tweaking out and seeing smoke clouds, one of the many dimensional tricks that is played on my eyes after I allow my depth perception to completely take over.
At one point the visuals were faintly similar to a DXM trip, but honestly, the most accurate portrayal of my vision can be best compared to looking through the eyes of the Spun movie. In fact, at one point, I actually believed I was stuck IN the first scene of Spun (where the main character goes to buy a teener, but ends up getting stuck in the trailer because Spider loses his stash). I presume that I imagined this was because all the furniture in the apartment was arranged the EXACT same way it was in the opening scene--with the couch against the wall, the place where the table should be, the TV in the same corner, the lighting, all the furniture was an exact replica of that movie.
I saw a tiny magnifier in the shape of a clear circle (a dot, almost) appear in the center of the room I was observing. The circle zoomed and enlarged so everything I was viewing became just a little larger and clearer, though this magnification was definitely too insignificant to notice had I been sober. The instant this flash of alternate vision occurred, it was then I knew that my pupils had dilated.
In this heightened sense of sight, I suddenly became very aware of everything around me, even things that are normally callously looked over. When I walked outside and glanced at the trees, I was able to clearly observe every leaf in detail from a distance of at least 50 feet. The intensified magnitude made my eyes especially sensitive to the sunlight; the outside world has never looked so vibrant and beautiful to me.
Trip Enhancers:
I had one accessory that tripped me out hardcore, and if you know a person like this, he will provide you with never-ending hours of pure entertainment. I had a TWEAKED OUT TO HELL, SO FUCKING GONE HE IS BABBLING FUCKING NONSENSE tweaker sitting next to me on the couch speaking jibberish, mumbling like a nonsensical chatterbox. He rambled nonstop with no pausing between sentences, skipping from one generic topic to another random subject. The way he jumbled made it seem as if he were speaking in one endless run on sentence, when in reality his mind was in a few different places at once, constantly switching between topics with no correlation to each other. He unleashed a bizarre laughter after every couple of sentences though nothing seemed particularly humorous, and continued to jabber as if somebody were actually listening.
It was this recipe of disaster (visuals, coincidence of setting, & insane company) that recreated the Spun setting for me. At first I was afraid of being stuck in such a chaotic and volatile movie, yet knowing that I was in this trip of unpredictable mayhem somehow made being in this world so fucking glamorous. I felt so alive, being engulfed with waves of adrenaline gushing, being drained from my cranial nerves.
Trip Report (Communication):
During the first 15 minutes of my peak, at the strongest point of the initial high, I caught myself doing the same thing my chatterbox tweaker friend was doing. I was in my own little world envisioning many different (and irrelevant) scenarios. A small portion of my brain subconsciously picked up a conversation that was ensuing in the background, while other areas concentrated on vivid scenes racing through my thoughts. Without any aforethought, I unknowingly began partaking in the conversation, mumbling incoherently at 100 miles per hour. Of course nothing I said actually made any sense; my thoughts were running too fast to be directly related to the matter being discussed. Instead, I made dozens of other indirect, complicated connections that came from deep within the crystal fire inside of me.
Normally when I smoke weed, I generally keep all thoughts to myself and sit quietly in peace. But on tina AND reefer, I couldn't help but proclaim exactly what thought was spinning through my head, regardless of how utterly moronic the thought was. I lost some form of self control with my speech and became unable to stop myself from saying something the millisecond it entered my mind. So this unstoppable feeling is what they call being SPUN!!!
Trip Report (Body High):
My body felt incredibly sensitive to everything. When I took little bumps of the tweak while baked, I actually felt the surge the very second my bumps hit, and I even FELT my pupils dilating. I've never experienced an incredible body high as intense as this one. It definitely had a stronger body high than ecstasy. It was mellower than, yet had a stronger high than that initial first bowl of crystal. The high was most adamant in my chest; it felt as if I were on ecstasy, tweaking, and stoned at the same time. It produced an incredible sensation that physically captivated and enveloped my heart fully, invariably lifting my core to progress in the direction of heaven. This was definitely stronger than just "feeling like my heart was being lifted up," as is the general result when rolling/tweaking.
Trip Report (Comedown):
The tweak obviously outlasts the weed, but the comedown from the weed was sooooo smooth, it faded out sooooo gradually I didn't even notice it was gone. It wasn't till maybe an hour later I realized that I wasn't getting the occasional feeling of being blazed anymore, and then realized it left my system long ago. It's almost as if the weed just passed through my trip with a faint breeze, and after it was done it was like I hadn't taken a second drug at all. So smooth, so unreal.
Negatives:
1) Loss of memory: The combination made me lose track of thought really easily. I'd forget where I was mid-sentence and have long, unnecessary pauses mid-phrase because I'd just lose myself in my own thoughts. So basically don't do this at school or work, because people will probably be able to tell due to your poor cognitive abilities.
2) Increased paranoia: I went on a car ride and the whole time I thought we were going to get pulled over by cops, I was just really worried about going to jail and shit. I was worried we were going too fast, too slow, that the guy wouldn't use the brake in time, what I would do if we crashed the car and they searched me, etc. Unfortunately pot is already a paranoid drug, and if it made me feel as if I hadn't slept in days (but was still powered up), I guess a little paranoia is to be expected. But I really hate the paranoid, so I think I will only do this where I know I have little to no chance of getting busted. No driving when I'm really crazy spracked like that too.
On a final note, I highly recommend this combination MUCH MORE than DXM and meth from a recreational perspective. With the latter, the meth merely minimizes the slow-thinking, the brain-dead feeling, and difficulty talking. In a sense it is makes you more "normal" and more effective, so it doesn't serve as a trip enhancer. But with weed and meth, this puts you on an ENTIRELY. DIFFERENT. WORLD. Fuck, I'm gonna become a tweaker pothead. Stoner speedballs, it's the fucking way to go!
I am in the process of creating another trip report where I did MJ first and then meth, and it was way better and crazier. more to come later.
Introduction:
I combined crystal methamphetamine and marijuana today. You'd think it wouldn't be a good mix because they are almost polar opposites, but that experience truly fucked me up beyond words. I FUCKING LOVED IT!!! It's definitely not anything like regular tweaking, so if you do this I just caution you that you may not have the ability to function normally! Please try this in a safe environment where you will not have to worry about arousing suspicion of being under the influence.
Dosage:
Order is of prime importance when creating the optimum high. Observe…
When I did the hash first, I immediately got an MDMA flashback (I guess if you do X on a regular basis, getting flashbacks are a common occurrence when you smoke bud). But then when I smoked and took a hotrail of ice, the body high I got from being stoned was immediately diminished. It seemed that crystal, being the stronger high of the two, ended up overpowering the marijuana. I don't recommend doing pot before tweak, as it would just end up clouding the high of what could potentially be a good combo.
After the two highs strangely cancelled each other out, I waited another couple of hours to ensure no more marijuana was in my system. I tried mixing the two again, but this time tweaked first and then got stoned. The weird thing is, when I was already tweaking and then hit the bong, I was overwhelmed with this awakening body high and aggressive feeling that could only be described as "fucking spracked," along with an unusually detailed string of visual enhancements. Altogether me and my friend finished the half gram bag o’ tweak (though I had done a little more earlier in the day) and lost count of how much MJ we smoked after the first five bowls.
Trip Report (Summary):
I suddenly felt like I was spracked for 5 days straight non-stop, because I was getting crazy mind-trips that only happen from lack of REM sleep. You would think that I would hate feeling this way, considering tweaking more than a couple days in a row just stops feeling good after a certain point, but this was not the case at all. I got the trippy sights and experienced the (strangely meaningful) awareness from staying up, but without the actual exhaustion/irritation from lack of sleep.
Trip Report (Visuals):
If you ever saw the movie Spun, then surely you remember all the crazy camera angles with the zooming and jitters and shakes (it's what made the movie spun!!!). This is probably the most accurate depiction of what vision was like to me during my peak. I even experienced a "bird's eye view" and a "3rd person view," complete with the zooming in and out of details at an excitingly rapid pace, automatically focusing and refocusing as a camera lens would, and jumping from one angle to the next, as if I had already forgotten where I was only a moment ago.
I started tripping out from shadows and colors, unsure if it was from the good weed or the combo of the two drugs. The only time I've ever tripped off bright shining colors off weed was when I did 3 bowls of White Widow, EASILY the most potent MJ I've ever had.
I am not sure if I had unfocused my eyes too fast, or if it was the lighting of the room, but purple spots began appearing on the once-tan carpet floor. Each time I closed my eyes, I imagined at least one vapor trail teasing me as a reminder of the dope I had smoked that day. Even now as I write this I am still tweaking out and seeing smoke clouds, one of the many dimensional tricks that is played on my eyes after I allow my depth perception to completely take over.
At one point the visuals were faintly similar to a DXM trip, but honestly, the most accurate portrayal of my vision can be best compared to looking through the eyes of the Spun movie. In fact, at one point, I actually believed I was stuck IN the first scene of Spun (where the main character goes to buy a teener, but ends up getting stuck in the trailer because Spider loses his stash). I presume that I imagined this was because all the furniture in the apartment was arranged the EXACT same way it was in the opening scene--with the couch against the wall, the place where the table should be, the TV in the same corner, the lighting, all the furniture was an exact replica of that movie.
I saw a tiny magnifier in the shape of a clear circle (a dot, almost) appear in the center of the room I was observing. The circle zoomed and enlarged so everything I was viewing became just a little larger and clearer, though this magnification was definitely too insignificant to notice had I been sober. The instant this flash of alternate vision occurred, it was then I knew that my pupils had dilated.
In this heightened sense of sight, I suddenly became very aware of everything around me, even things that are normally callously looked over. When I walked outside and glanced at the trees, I was able to clearly observe every leaf in detail from a distance of at least 50 feet. The intensified magnitude made my eyes especially sensitive to the sunlight; the outside world has never looked so vibrant and beautiful to me.
Trip Enhancers:
I had one accessory that tripped me out hardcore, and if you know a person like this, he will provide you with never-ending hours of pure entertainment. I had a TWEAKED OUT TO HELL, SO FUCKING GONE HE IS BABBLING FUCKING NONSENSE tweaker sitting next to me on the couch speaking jibberish, mumbling like a nonsensical chatterbox. He rambled nonstop with no pausing between sentences, skipping from one generic topic to another random subject. The way he jumbled made it seem as if he were speaking in one endless run on sentence, when in reality his mind was in a few different places at once, constantly switching between topics with no correlation to each other. He unleashed a bizarre laughter after every couple of sentences though nothing seemed particularly humorous, and continued to jabber as if somebody were actually listening.
It was this recipe of disaster (visuals, coincidence of setting, & insane company) that recreated the Spun setting for me. At first I was afraid of being stuck in such a chaotic and volatile movie, yet knowing that I was in this trip of unpredictable mayhem somehow made being in this world so fucking glamorous. I felt so alive, being engulfed with waves of adrenaline gushing, being drained from my cranial nerves.
Trip Report (Communication):
During the first 15 minutes of my peak, at the strongest point of the initial high, I caught myself doing the same thing my chatterbox tweaker friend was doing. I was in my own little world envisioning many different (and irrelevant) scenarios. A small portion of my brain subconsciously picked up a conversation that was ensuing in the background, while other areas concentrated on vivid scenes racing through my thoughts. Without any aforethought, I unknowingly began partaking in the conversation, mumbling incoherently at 100 miles per hour. Of course nothing I said actually made any sense; my thoughts were running too fast to be directly related to the matter being discussed. Instead, I made dozens of other indirect, complicated connections that came from deep within the crystal fire inside of me.
Normally when I smoke weed, I generally keep all thoughts to myself and sit quietly in peace. But on tina AND reefer, I couldn't help but proclaim exactly what thought was spinning through my head, regardless of how utterly moronic the thought was. I lost some form of self control with my speech and became unable to stop myself from saying something the millisecond it entered my mind. So this unstoppable feeling is what they call being SPUN!!!
Trip Report (Body High):
My body felt incredibly sensitive to everything. When I took little bumps of the tweak while baked, I actually felt the surge the very second my bumps hit, and I even FELT my pupils dilating. I've never experienced an incredible body high as intense as this one. It definitely had a stronger body high than ecstasy. It was mellower than, yet had a stronger high than that initial first bowl of crystal. The high was most adamant in my chest; it felt as if I were on ecstasy, tweaking, and stoned at the same time. It produced an incredible sensation that physically captivated and enveloped my heart fully, invariably lifting my core to progress in the direction of heaven. This was definitely stronger than just "feeling like my heart was being lifted up," as is the general result when rolling/tweaking.
Trip Report (Comedown):
The tweak obviously outlasts the weed, but the comedown from the weed was sooooo smooth, it faded out sooooo gradually I didn't even notice it was gone. It wasn't till maybe an hour later I realized that I wasn't getting the occasional feeling of being blazed anymore, and then realized it left my system long ago. It's almost as if the weed just passed through my trip with a faint breeze, and after it was done it was like I hadn't taken a second drug at all. So smooth, so unreal.
Negatives:
1) Loss of memory: The combination made me lose track of thought really easily. I'd forget where I was mid-sentence and have long, unnecessary pauses mid-phrase because I'd just lose myself in my own thoughts. So basically don't do this at school or work, because people will probably be able to tell due to your poor cognitive abilities.
2) Increased paranoia: I went on a car ride and the whole time I thought we were going to get pulled over by cops, I was just really worried about going to jail and shit. I was worried we were going too fast, too slow, that the guy wouldn't use the brake in time, what I would do if we crashed the car and they searched me, etc. Unfortunately pot is already a paranoid drug, and if it made me feel as if I hadn't slept in days (but was still powered up), I guess a little paranoia is to be expected. But I really hate the paranoid, so I think I will only do this where I know I have little to no chance of getting busted. No driving when I'm really crazy spracked like that too.
On a final note, I highly recommend this combination MUCH MORE than DXM and meth from a recreational perspective. With the latter, the meth merely minimizes the slow-thinking, the brain-dead feeling, and difficulty talking. In a sense it is makes you more "normal" and more effective, so it doesn't serve as a trip enhancer. But with weed and meth, this puts you on an ENTIRELY. DIFFERENT. WORLD. Fuck, I'm gonna become a tweaker pothead. Stoner speedballs, it's the fucking way to go!
I am in the process of creating another trip report where I did MJ first and then meth, and it was way better and crazier. more to come later.
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