Day... three? I didn't feel much when I first woke up but I smoked half a bowl of cannabis or so and it's definitely altered still, though it's certainly not strong. I get the impression that it's going to be difficult to differentiate between the end of the slow fading and the afterglow, so I probably won't consider it going much more unless something more clearly like a continuing altered state effect occurs, but I have to say, I do feel pretty nice right now. It's been a good couple of days.
has anybody ever fucking seen somebody pull out objects out of thin air while fucking trippy i cant believe it even happened and we both were mind blown holy fuck!
I'm not sure I can exactly relate, although you reminded me of a description of a friend's trip that I was sort of sitter for. Coincidentally, it actually took place on the same unidentified blotters from many years ago that I've been talking about for my last several posts, although it was actually just one of those blotters plus a modest recreational dosage of diphenhydramine. He and I both took the same dosage, but then he became completely delusional and I had never seen that happen to someone before that point, which made me super amped up trying to make sure he was okay and not hurting himself in any way, and I don't remember subjectively tripping myself in any way after that started.
So, here's the thing really quick.... I'm literally crazy but I was also definitely even more eccentric back then, and I've always found everything about tripping in any way to be fascinating, and it was all pretty new to me back then so I was extra excited about it. Also, this friend who actually had the trip effect I'm going to describe was someone who I was very actively hanging out with at the time because we met at the same EDM club I mentioned before and bonded over an interest in trying as many different psychoactive substances as we could possibly get our hands on pretty much as often as possible, and discussing the known science behind how they work to try to guide us into making safer but also more novel decisions, and so we also had a lot of twisted humor specifically about drugs with each other that we couldn't enjoy so easily when talking to others, and I was actually particularly fascinated by deliriants at the time (and using them). So, sometimes when we were hanging out together, when we'd be talking and laughing or whatever, I would suddenly pause for a moment, drop my face to go completely deadpan and wide-eyed, turn to him, and say, "Hey, what if you're on Dramamine right now?" He was not a fan of this, heh. So, keep that in mind.
Back to the trip, the blotter and some diphenhydramine. It was the two of us plus the dealer-friend who we got the blotters from and a mutual friend from the club scene, who I don't believe were tripping, they may have been rolling or something based on what seems most likely from those people in that time period but I'd never be able to remember that now. Our trip was starting, I distinctly remember seeing psychedelic visuals starting to kick in that were also turning into grainy palm trees with a deliriant sort of style, and then we went out to the patio for the rest of them besides me to smoke a cigarette, which I didn't do at the time but had done just randomly when high on other things before, so I decided to take one, and as soon as I lit it and took the first drag, I looked up and my tripping friend was looking at me kind of concerned and confused, and he was like "You don't smoke...." (We hadn't known each other for very long at this point.) Even though I had never seen a reaction like what was coming next at this point, as soon as he said that I was already internally just kind of like "Oh...... shit." That was the last moment of his sanity for the night.
From the outside perspective, what happened is that he would start asking a somewhat stereotypical series of basic questions about where we were and what was happening breaking down into actually asking about the actual meaning of specific concepts, and then he would suddenly claim to have "realized his epiphany" or something along those lines (very close to that), but then he would say something like "OH SHIT, IT'S COMING BACK." and start screaming literal gibberish. We were at the apartment of the dealer-friend and he did some things like kick over and break one of her lamps, and at one point he was going to try to jump off the patio (second story I think...) to prove to me that he was already dead, which I luckily talked him out of doing some way I no longer recall. After another bout of insanity, he's finally sit down again and drift off for a moment, then loop back to the beginning of his questions, sometimes with that whole process happening really quickly, and sometimes now, and lasted several hours until he finally passed out still delirious but seemingly more comfortable. He, I, and the friend from the club scene had really no grasp of how crazy people could get before that so we were blown away and I was apologizing a lot to the dealer-friend, but she was basically like "Yeah, yeah, seen it before." lol.
Anyway, as for how this all comes together to relate to what you said.... When he woke up the next day, supposedly feeling much better and claiming that the day two actually felt pretty great by comparison to the day one, he explained to me what exactly he was mainly going through at the heaviest and most consistently recurring part of his loops. He said we would all four of us be sitting in the main bedroom together (which is definitely where the loops always seemed to start over from my perspective too) and he would look to our mutual club friend, who look straight at him and start asking things like, "Are you thirsty?" He would apparently seem concerned and then reach into his shirt and pull out a bottle of water to hand it to him. Then he would say something like, "Oh, do you really need your phone?" and reach into his shift again and pull out his phone. Finally, after a few rounds of this, he would say, "Is what you really need... a trip?" and reach into his shirt and pull out an entire alternate reality that came rushing out towards the tripping friend, and it would contain an infinite field of TV-like screens, and they would suddenly all have my face in them, turning to him and saying, "What if it's all a Dramamine dream?" and that's when he would be like, "OOOOHH FUUUUCKKKK-" and get sucked into madness all over again.
I don't say that to people anymore.
It's been over twenty years since I've heard this song so I hearted it.
I've been so ripped about not rolling tonight. It was really on my mind. Tripping too. Flipping maybe. Party on younger generation.....
It's a good one. Sorry for your loss but thanks.
fantastic huh, all this potential but out of reach… for now!
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