danceofdays
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I first smoked weed 5 years ago as a teenager, and have toked it daily for the last 2 and a half or so. Been experimenting with drugs of all varieties for a long time, I think the last time I wrote all the ones I could think of that I'd done, there were about 40 total I've at least tried at some point. Downers, uppers, hallucinogens, and some really weird ones. As such, I have a lot of experience with chemical-induced euphoria. This experience shattered my perception on how good drugs can make a person feel.
I'd taken mushrooms maybe 15 times before the night in question, in varying does between a gram and four grams. My favorite way to do it is to eat whatever dose I want, then eat that dose again just as I hit the peak, which extends the trip to about 7 hours and makes the comedown easier and less weird. This time, though, we only had a half for four people, so rather than going for a weak but long half eighth trip I just gobbled up the whole thing.
Maybe 5 minutes after eating them (a process that I find very easy and enjoyable compared to some people), I busted up two lines on my friend's living room table: one of about 15mg of oxycodone, and the other of 4mg or so of hydromorphone. At this point in time I had been using oxy and/or morphine every day (maybe more like 6 days a week) all day for a couple months, with a total daily dose of about 50-70mg (oxy) / 100+mg (morphine). The hydromorphone was a recent pickup, and I'd only done it a few times at modest doses. I'd never combined anything with a psychedelic before, except for one time that I took 5mg of oxy to ease the comedown from acid. I then popped 0.5mg of clonazepam under my tongue.
We were tripping at my friend's house in the middle of the night. The people and setting don't matter much since I was so far removed from reality for most of the trip. My mindset and attitude were positive, having taken 2C-B the week before and loving it. As I came up, we played a few games of Tetris on the SNES, which became gradually more difficult as my thoughts scattered helplessly. The opiate warmth in my chest and limbs was engulfing me and, together with the shroom come up, creating a delightfully unique sensation of calm but extremely euphoric anticipation and wonder. I passed the controller to my friend as I began to feel more and more overwhelmed. The flat, stucco-ish-textured ceiling began to cave in as if I was looking at one of those Magic Eye pictures, in crude 3D. Somewhere around this point, my companion suggests we do some ketamine.
I'm no stranger to K either; my third or fourth experience was a deep K-hole due to a weighing error (snorted 200mg instead of 20mg). I had only brought a small amount, so we each chopped ~60mg lines and blew them to the dome. This was the point that the trip went completely batshit. I wrapped an extremely cozy blanket around myself and lay back on some pillows on the couch. Opiate apathetic warmth, mushroom amazement and awe, benzo anxiolysis and K clean clean euphoria were all synergising into a head-to-toe, physical and mental, all-encompassing sensation that completely defies description. To some degree it was like an orgasm, if I took the best orgasm I've ever had in my life and made it so fucking intense it was completely disabling as well as seeming everlasting. I spent the next two hours staring at the ceiling, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. As far as I can remember I didn't say anything, besides the occasional "oh God" or "holy shit". I guess it did have a lot in common with an orgasm in the sense that everything else in my head - all my thoughts, all that background chatter that clutters your consciousness - were completely replaced by the intense euphoria, but for the entire two hours instead of a second or two. My visual field was going nuts - tessellations galore. I was too distracted to really interpret anything, though, all I could do was lie there and enjoy.
After I had recovered enough of my train of thought to string proper sentences together again, I chatted a bit with my fellow trippers, who had been watching TV and playing video games the entire time. We decided we wanted to do some more K to enhance the comedown, and in an act very out of the ordinary for me, I announced that I would drive the four of us to my house to pick up the rest of my stash. Normally I would never consider driving until I'm completely at baseline with psychedelics, and am very cautious when it comes to driving and drugs (especially downers), but somehow I felt that it was a good idea that I was fully capable of achieving competently. All of us piled into my car, I turned on some loud, fast and aggressive music, a demo by a band called Death From Above 1979, and we took off. My house was about a 15 minute drive away, with backroads I could take for most of the way there. Having settled down cognitively and visually, the mushroom high was still present to some degree but not distracting in the least. I was careful and we made it there with no issues.
On the way back, I decided to take an alternate route, barrelling down the highway at 140 km/h. The music, the speed, and the cigarette I was smoking brought a good chunk of the inital euphoria back without any impairment; that part of the drive was a fucking blast. In hindsight, I can't really tell if it was stupid or not, since I honestly didn't feel out of control even for a second. We got back to buddy's place, did some lines, and passed out.
I've done a lot of thinking about whether I'm going to attempt this combo again. Considering that it absolutely blew any of the drugs on their own out of the water in terms of pure unrelenting euphoria, it seems a bit unnatural that I experienced something so blissful and perfect. This trip blew my best MDMA highs out of the water. It was simply unbelievable.
Have fun and be safe
I'd taken mushrooms maybe 15 times before the night in question, in varying does between a gram and four grams. My favorite way to do it is to eat whatever dose I want, then eat that dose again just as I hit the peak, which extends the trip to about 7 hours and makes the comedown easier and less weird. This time, though, we only had a half for four people, so rather than going for a weak but long half eighth trip I just gobbled up the whole thing.
Maybe 5 minutes after eating them (a process that I find very easy and enjoyable compared to some people), I busted up two lines on my friend's living room table: one of about 15mg of oxycodone, and the other of 4mg or so of hydromorphone. At this point in time I had been using oxy and/or morphine every day (maybe more like 6 days a week) all day for a couple months, with a total daily dose of about 50-70mg (oxy) / 100+mg (morphine). The hydromorphone was a recent pickup, and I'd only done it a few times at modest doses. I'd never combined anything with a psychedelic before, except for one time that I took 5mg of oxy to ease the comedown from acid. I then popped 0.5mg of clonazepam under my tongue.
We were tripping at my friend's house in the middle of the night. The people and setting don't matter much since I was so far removed from reality for most of the trip. My mindset and attitude were positive, having taken 2C-B the week before and loving it. As I came up, we played a few games of Tetris on the SNES, which became gradually more difficult as my thoughts scattered helplessly. The opiate warmth in my chest and limbs was engulfing me and, together with the shroom come up, creating a delightfully unique sensation of calm but extremely euphoric anticipation and wonder. I passed the controller to my friend as I began to feel more and more overwhelmed. The flat, stucco-ish-textured ceiling began to cave in as if I was looking at one of those Magic Eye pictures, in crude 3D. Somewhere around this point, my companion suggests we do some ketamine.
I'm no stranger to K either; my third or fourth experience was a deep K-hole due to a weighing error (snorted 200mg instead of 20mg). I had only brought a small amount, so we each chopped ~60mg lines and blew them to the dome. This was the point that the trip went completely batshit. I wrapped an extremely cozy blanket around myself and lay back on some pillows on the couch. Opiate apathetic warmth, mushroom amazement and awe, benzo anxiolysis and K clean clean euphoria were all synergising into a head-to-toe, physical and mental, all-encompassing sensation that completely defies description. To some degree it was like an orgasm, if I took the best orgasm I've ever had in my life and made it so fucking intense it was completely disabling as well as seeming everlasting. I spent the next two hours staring at the ceiling, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. As far as I can remember I didn't say anything, besides the occasional "oh God" or "holy shit". I guess it did have a lot in common with an orgasm in the sense that everything else in my head - all my thoughts, all that background chatter that clutters your consciousness - were completely replaced by the intense euphoria, but for the entire two hours instead of a second or two. My visual field was going nuts - tessellations galore. I was too distracted to really interpret anything, though, all I could do was lie there and enjoy.
After I had recovered enough of my train of thought to string proper sentences together again, I chatted a bit with my fellow trippers, who had been watching TV and playing video games the entire time. We decided we wanted to do some more K to enhance the comedown, and in an act very out of the ordinary for me, I announced that I would drive the four of us to my house to pick up the rest of my stash. Normally I would never consider driving until I'm completely at baseline with psychedelics, and am very cautious when it comes to driving and drugs (especially downers), but somehow I felt that it was a good idea that I was fully capable of achieving competently. All of us piled into my car, I turned on some loud, fast and aggressive music, a demo by a band called Death From Above 1979, and we took off. My house was about a 15 minute drive away, with backroads I could take for most of the way there. Having settled down cognitively and visually, the mushroom high was still present to some degree but not distracting in the least. I was careful and we made it there with no issues.
On the way back, I decided to take an alternate route, barrelling down the highway at 140 km/h. The music, the speed, and the cigarette I was smoking brought a good chunk of the inital euphoria back without any impairment; that part of the drive was a fucking blast. In hindsight, I can't really tell if it was stupid or not, since I honestly didn't feel out of control even for a second. We got back to buddy's place, did some lines, and passed out.
I've done a lot of thinking about whether I'm going to attempt this combo again. Considering that it absolutely blew any of the drugs on their own out of the water in terms of pure unrelenting euphoria, it seems a bit unnatural that I experienced something so blissful and perfect. This trip blew my best MDMA highs out of the water. It was simply unbelievable.
Have fun and be safe
