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Bluelighter
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Originally Posted by Captain.Heroin View Post
Do you want to share your story?
yea, kinda--mine's a little different, and in retrospect doesn't seem like much.
This: http://www.newsok.com/911-calls-reve...headline_crime
-- brought back nearly every element of the terror I felt
Part I
So a friend of mine had come down for a visit and I had some fire shrooms--and some harmala to potentiate. I'd tripped balls on an 1/8 (I say fire shrooms for a reason--I actually "whited out"--everything went white and I came to lying on the floor)--but we each only had a half eighth. Normal trip activities ensued, but I didn't have any weed for some reason--a) to combat nausea, or b) to smooth out the ride.
so we walked around my campus and the trip hit my friend when he went into jimmy johns for a sub--the wall attacked him when he ordered, or so he said.
We tried to find this local nature garden, having to leave the safety of campus to do so--It was probably a bad sign when we nearly got hit by a car crossing the street; objects just seem to move at different rates.
Well we went to this other spot to chill for a while and have some cigs(those camel mellows? i think--the pack looked really cool. Well about 2.5hrs in, it started to rain...hard. We ended up standing out in the rain just kinda dumbfounded looking skywards(more imagery huh?). The rain did feel so good as it was spring (easter saturday...even more imagery).
well we went inside to change into dry clothes after a while...watched visualizers; typical inside trippy shit. I remember crystal clearly how wide Broken Social scene's s/t album sounded. 7/4 shoreline damn near gave me an orgasm.
Part II
Then I remembered I had some 20x salvia...
I've never seen someone freak out so sincerely. Shaken to the core and genuinely "small" in the notion that a mouse might be frightened of a human. My friend jumped in my loft and then back to the floor, huddling on the ground--scared for his sanity and reality. He kept asking questions to bring back a notion of what was 'real' (does it really matter anyway?).
Anyways I kept giving him all these current events, telling him his name, recounting experiences we'd had--anything to kinda steer the bad trip back into wonderment; but alas too late. The trip had turned horribly introspective for him and really killed my euphoria too. I did feel kind of helpless and guilty about sharing the salvia with my friend, which I thought would be a good substitute for a whippit or some good bud.
Needless to say, he wanted out of the trip--Benzo's and ope's don't run free where I'm from, but I did happen to have some dipenhydramine generic pink caps. I tried to give them to him(100mg) to draw him out of the trip and let him just get some sleep...he actually threw them on the floor and said he didn't need any more drugs. Maybe I should have listened to him at this point.
Well I did got him to take some though--because he was in such a scattered, dysphoric terrified state still--and the jail cell size of my room helped not an iota. Pretty soon the realization hit me--that we had taken an MAOI beforehand and that the dph, an antihistamine, might be a potentially deadly interaction. *ADRENALINE SPIKE*--my grandfather stayed awake for a month during the TET offensive on adrenaline alone--I think I know how now.
I began searching the computer at lightning speed for information on the interaction. Of course noone had done it before or cared to post the info. Realizing that time was of utmost importance...and with all these horrible realizations of death, jail, social repercussions, etc., and not being able to find fuck any info on the drug interaction...I tried to get my friend to induce vomiting...he was now supremely freaked the fuck out...just a horrible situation really(kids...try a trip sitter!). well it's really fucking hard to ralph on anti-emetics..but i coached him through it, got water, etc.
I don't believe he actually threw up the pills, or if he did that it mattered as they had probably already busted...so I went back to searching the net...I eventually found something along the lines of MAOI's potentiating antihistamines and felt a huge wave of relief as I realized he would be ok. gone were notions of death. jail. etc. i'd been to the brink and back.
Well all was not over...I'm a lifeguard, so I was checking vitals constantly throughout, monitoring body temperature..which was hot as hell btw.
Anyways I ended up holding my friend to comfort him, as anyone would probably know that dph can be paradoxically stimulating and surely added a deliriant edge to my friend's already over the top bay-of-pigs bungled trip fiasco. He eventually drifted off to sleep...but I did not...i couldnt. I stayed awake monitoring and applying wet towels to cool my friend down.
I actually prayed that night and felt like I was talking mano y mano with the supreme being himself. I was flooded with epiphanies about different events in my life--and how i was lucky to be alive. my 400 level probability course calculation lists the approximation for my survival near damn zilch. I did this for about an hour, maybe three--and the sun came up. I left my dorm as my friend was now comfortably asleep. I walked around campus and was again struck with the power of metaphor--It was easter sunday. I had objectively experienced the visceral side of death and rebirth, and now walked around my empty campus in one of the most radiant sunrise's i'd ever seen. I didn't smoke. I didn't need any cigarettes; the walk, closure, life, and reality were inundating and illuminating me.
So that was two years ago--just last night.
My friend woke up refreshed, and left for his college--I had a shitstorm to clean up in my room, took a vicodin and drifted off to the most peaceful sleep I've ever gotten later that afternoon.
I guess that's a little long- i don't know if it merits it's own thread.
So many things could have been avoided with proper protocol--but it's one of my defining experiences...I have much more
Originally Posted by Captain.Heroin View Post
Do you want to share your story?
yea, kinda--mine's a little different, and in retrospect doesn't seem like much.
This: http://www.newsok.com/911-calls-reve...headline_crime
-- brought back nearly every element of the terror I felt
Part I
So a friend of mine had come down for a visit and I had some fire shrooms--and some harmala to potentiate. I'd tripped balls on an 1/8 (I say fire shrooms for a reason--I actually "whited out"--everything went white and I came to lying on the floor)--but we each only had a half eighth. Normal trip activities ensued, but I didn't have any weed for some reason--a) to combat nausea, or b) to smooth out the ride.
so we walked around my campus and the trip hit my friend when he went into jimmy johns for a sub--the wall attacked him when he ordered, or so he said.
We tried to find this local nature garden, having to leave the safety of campus to do so--It was probably a bad sign when we nearly got hit by a car crossing the street; objects just seem to move at different rates.
Well we went to this other spot to chill for a while and have some cigs(those camel mellows? i think--the pack looked really cool. Well about 2.5hrs in, it started to rain...hard. We ended up standing out in the rain just kinda dumbfounded looking skywards(more imagery huh?). The rain did feel so good as it was spring (easter saturday...even more imagery).
well we went inside to change into dry clothes after a while...watched visualizers; typical inside trippy shit. I remember crystal clearly how wide Broken Social scene's s/t album sounded. 7/4 shoreline damn near gave me an orgasm.
Part II
Then I remembered I had some 20x salvia...
I've never seen someone freak out so sincerely. Shaken to the core and genuinely "small" in the notion that a mouse might be frightened of a human. My friend jumped in my loft and then back to the floor, huddling on the ground--scared for his sanity and reality. He kept asking questions to bring back a notion of what was 'real' (does it really matter anyway?).
Anyways I kept giving him all these current events, telling him his name, recounting experiences we'd had--anything to kinda steer the bad trip back into wonderment; but alas too late. The trip had turned horribly introspective for him and really killed my euphoria too. I did feel kind of helpless and guilty about sharing the salvia with my friend, which I thought would be a good substitute for a whippit or some good bud.
Needless to say, he wanted out of the trip--Benzo's and ope's don't run free where I'm from, but I did happen to have some dipenhydramine generic pink caps. I tried to give them to him(100mg) to draw him out of the trip and let him just get some sleep...he actually threw them on the floor and said he didn't need any more drugs. Maybe I should have listened to him at this point.
Well I did got him to take some though--because he was in such a scattered, dysphoric terrified state still--and the jail cell size of my room helped not an iota. Pretty soon the realization hit me--that we had taken an MAOI beforehand and that the dph, an antihistamine, might be a potentially deadly interaction. *ADRENALINE SPIKE*--my grandfather stayed awake for a month during the TET offensive on adrenaline alone--I think I know how now.
I began searching the computer at lightning speed for information on the interaction. Of course noone had done it before or cared to post the info. Realizing that time was of utmost importance...and with all these horrible realizations of death, jail, social repercussions, etc., and not being able to find fuck any info on the drug interaction...I tried to get my friend to induce vomiting...he was now supremely freaked the fuck out...just a horrible situation really(kids...try a trip sitter!). well it's really fucking hard to ralph on anti-emetics..but i coached him through it, got water, etc.
I don't believe he actually threw up the pills, or if he did that it mattered as they had probably already busted...so I went back to searching the net...I eventually found something along the lines of MAOI's potentiating antihistamines and felt a huge wave of relief as I realized he would be ok. gone were notions of death. jail. etc. i'd been to the brink and back.
Well all was not over...I'm a lifeguard, so I was checking vitals constantly throughout, monitoring body temperature..which was hot as hell btw.
Anyways I ended up holding my friend to comfort him, as anyone would probably know that dph can be paradoxically stimulating and surely added a deliriant edge to my friend's already over the top bay-of-pigs bungled trip fiasco. He eventually drifted off to sleep...but I did not...i couldnt. I stayed awake monitoring and applying wet towels to cool my friend down.
I actually prayed that night and felt like I was talking mano y mano with the supreme being himself. I was flooded with epiphanies about different events in my life--and how i was lucky to be alive. my 400 level probability course calculation lists the approximation for my survival near damn zilch. I did this for about an hour, maybe three--and the sun came up. I left my dorm as my friend was now comfortably asleep. I walked around campus and was again struck with the power of metaphor--It was easter sunday. I had objectively experienced the visceral side of death and rebirth, and now walked around my empty campus in one of the most radiant sunrise's i'd ever seen. I didn't smoke. I didn't need any cigarettes; the walk, closure, life, and reality were inundating and illuminating me.
So that was two years ago--just last night.
My friend woke up refreshed, and left for his college--I had a shitstorm to clean up in my room, took a vicodin and drifted off to the most peaceful sleep I've ever gotten later that afternoon.
I guess that's a little long- i don't know if it merits it's own thread.
So many things could have been avoided with proper protocol--but it's one of my defining experiences...I have much more
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