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I've been perusing this website for quite some time now to learn more about drugs, and poppy seed tea caught my eye because I am an opiate fiend who's constantly hurting to find opiates. Synthesizing the tea seemed straight forward enough, so I decided to give it a try, my first scheduled ingestion being my eight-hour plane trip (no pun intended) home from college.
I'd hoped to find some of those 97 cents/pound poppy seeds alluded to by others, but I ended up just buying 6 2.6 - ounce jars of poppy seeds from Food Lion. In between lugging boxes and packing suitcases, I procured the tea. I had heard horror stories about the taste of the tea, but I am a big fan of poppy seeds and after smelling the tea, I elected to not mix it with anything. I had about two Snapple bottles' worth to drink.
I was nervous about being nauseous because I have a finicky stomach, so I bought a decent breakfast at the RDX airport before slamming down a bottle of the tea (I didn't want to go too fast as my tolerance isn't very high.) I boarded the plane about half an hour later, somewhat disappointed that I didn't feel much of anything yet, but I reminded myself that oral ingestion was the slowest way to absorb a drug. Sure enough, before we even took off, I began to relax and had a sensation similar to being wrapped in a warm blanket. I had been reading, but I decided to give up that pursuit as my attention was waning. I gazed lazily out the window as we took off, my body melting into the seat, giving me the odd feeling that I was "part" of the plane.
I put a random mix on my discman (I know; I'm the only person without an i-Pod). It was a very chill mix, and I soon closed me eyes. Despite the fact that I love opiates and have read about the illustrious "nods" many times, I had never before experienced nodding. It crept up slowly. It seemed to be a form of sleepless dreaming, in which I was aware of being on the plane but yet completely absorbed in my "dream," which was more like a closed eye visual. At first, I was seeing the lyrics of the songs I was listening to as the visuals. It seemed like the songs were controlling my thoughts but not in an uncomfortable way: it was more like I had completely relinquished control of my mind to external forces, the strongest of which at the time were the lyrics of the songs I was hearing.
Then my thoughts switched gears to various things I had been worrying about over the past couple of weeks. I tend to be very non confrontational, so I will worry without ever taking action that would ease my worries, so I will avoid anything that reminds me of them. However, in my relaxed state, I was totally able to "confront" what was worrying me without feeling anxious at all. At this point, I think I fell asleep for a bit.
I downed the second bottle of tea at my changeover, maybe six hours after I had the first one. My discman had run out of battery, so I just closed my eyes and listened to the sounds on the plane, which would normally drive me insane but was totally cool this time. I slipped into my sleepless dreaming once more, but I can't recall precisely what I dreamt of. What was most interesting is on what noises my mind focused: I remember paying close attention to the sound of the plane engine, among other things, but not to sounds that would irritate me, like the crying baby a few rows back or the people who had a loud, hearty conversation for the entire plane flight.
Sorry that turned out to be such a long-winded description, but it was an AWESOME plane ride (I have been prescribed every "calming" drug for plane flights, and this tea was by far the best drug ever.) The time flew by. The only downside is that I hadn't bothered to acquire any antihistamines, figuring I could handle the itchiness (big mistake!)
Based on my experience, my friend who drove up to live with me for the summer a few days after my amazing flight was chomping at the bit to give poppy seed tea a whirl. Of course, I was game. This time around, I got the worst deal on poppy seeds basically possible ($5 per 2.6 ounces and, of course, we needed a lot.) However, we were both too keen on doing it, and we had spent all day picking up job applications for the summer, so we went ahead and purchased them at that ridiculous price. At home, I showed her how to synthesize the tea.
We forced ourselves to get through a few of the applications before we started drinking it (which, pathetically, ended up only being two applications.) We slammed most of it down all at once. We then sat down on the couch with my mom and my 5-year-old sister. My friend was in her own little world, reading a magazine, but, for some reason, opiates tend to make me extroverted, so I was making collages out of little foam stickers with my little sister (mine was a bunch of anagrams of 'I love drugs', ha.) Simultaneously, I was talking to my mother, in a very empathetic way, which was a plus since I'd been sort of bitchy to her for the past couple of days. My mom and my sister went to bed, and I was flying high simply because I was so happy to have had a very positive interaction with them.
My friend and I just looked at one another and started grinning and couldn't stop. We weren't laughing (too relaxed for that), just brimming over with happiness. Then we gave one another a looooong hug. I am pre-med, and we learned in my pharmacology class that when people touch people they are close to, it stimulated the opioid circuits in our brains, and our hug definitely felt like a double shot of opioid circuit stimulation. In some ways, it was the best part of the night.
One of our job applications was just a box that said 'Tell us about yourself. BE CREATIVE!' We have a great art room at my house, so my friend suggested that we go do that app. At first, I balked, because I was feeling a bit lazy in my narcotic bliss, but finally I conceded, and we went to the art room and created, essentially, the strangest applications Seattle's Best Coffee has probably ever received. Suffice it to say that they involved dried colored pasta, Microsoft Windows 'Start' decals, and fabric printed with bubble gum balls, among other things.
Afterward, I took half an ambien and went to the media room. I tuned to one of the channels that just plays music. (It was one of the ones that play like Coldplay and stuff like that.) The ambien and poppy seed tea was a great combination, and I 'nodded' off and on for a looooong time, at least a couple hours, I think, before I went to bed for good. (My friend had gone off to talk to her bf on the phone, probably an interesting conversation.)
I know this trip report isn't as exciting as the ones people write about hallucinogens and stuff. I mainly wrote it because I wanted to entice people to try poppy seed tea. I have become a huge fan in, like, two weeks. It's easy to make, it's legal, it *should* be pretty cheap to get the poppy seeds. I can't believe I went so long without opiates just because I couldn't get pills when this was out there all along! Thanks for reading. xx
I'd hoped to find some of those 97 cents/pound poppy seeds alluded to by others, but I ended up just buying 6 2.6 - ounce jars of poppy seeds from Food Lion. In between lugging boxes and packing suitcases, I procured the tea. I had heard horror stories about the taste of the tea, but I am a big fan of poppy seeds and after smelling the tea, I elected to not mix it with anything. I had about two Snapple bottles' worth to drink.
I was nervous about being nauseous because I have a finicky stomach, so I bought a decent breakfast at the RDX airport before slamming down a bottle of the tea (I didn't want to go too fast as my tolerance isn't very high.) I boarded the plane about half an hour later, somewhat disappointed that I didn't feel much of anything yet, but I reminded myself that oral ingestion was the slowest way to absorb a drug. Sure enough, before we even took off, I began to relax and had a sensation similar to being wrapped in a warm blanket. I had been reading, but I decided to give up that pursuit as my attention was waning. I gazed lazily out the window as we took off, my body melting into the seat, giving me the odd feeling that I was "part" of the plane.
I put a random mix on my discman (I know; I'm the only person without an i-Pod). It was a very chill mix, and I soon closed me eyes. Despite the fact that I love opiates and have read about the illustrious "nods" many times, I had never before experienced nodding. It crept up slowly. It seemed to be a form of sleepless dreaming, in which I was aware of being on the plane but yet completely absorbed in my "dream," which was more like a closed eye visual. At first, I was seeing the lyrics of the songs I was listening to as the visuals. It seemed like the songs were controlling my thoughts but not in an uncomfortable way: it was more like I had completely relinquished control of my mind to external forces, the strongest of which at the time were the lyrics of the songs I was hearing.
Then my thoughts switched gears to various things I had been worrying about over the past couple of weeks. I tend to be very non confrontational, so I will worry without ever taking action that would ease my worries, so I will avoid anything that reminds me of them. However, in my relaxed state, I was totally able to "confront" what was worrying me without feeling anxious at all. At this point, I think I fell asleep for a bit.
I downed the second bottle of tea at my changeover, maybe six hours after I had the first one. My discman had run out of battery, so I just closed my eyes and listened to the sounds on the plane, which would normally drive me insane but was totally cool this time. I slipped into my sleepless dreaming once more, but I can't recall precisely what I dreamt of. What was most interesting is on what noises my mind focused: I remember paying close attention to the sound of the plane engine, among other things, but not to sounds that would irritate me, like the crying baby a few rows back or the people who had a loud, hearty conversation for the entire plane flight.
Sorry that turned out to be such a long-winded description, but it was an AWESOME plane ride (I have been prescribed every "calming" drug for plane flights, and this tea was by far the best drug ever.) The time flew by. The only downside is that I hadn't bothered to acquire any antihistamines, figuring I could handle the itchiness (big mistake!)
Based on my experience, my friend who drove up to live with me for the summer a few days after my amazing flight was chomping at the bit to give poppy seed tea a whirl. Of course, I was game. This time around, I got the worst deal on poppy seeds basically possible ($5 per 2.6 ounces and, of course, we needed a lot.) However, we were both too keen on doing it, and we had spent all day picking up job applications for the summer, so we went ahead and purchased them at that ridiculous price. At home, I showed her how to synthesize the tea.
We forced ourselves to get through a few of the applications before we started drinking it (which, pathetically, ended up only being two applications.) We slammed most of it down all at once. We then sat down on the couch with my mom and my 5-year-old sister. My friend was in her own little world, reading a magazine, but, for some reason, opiates tend to make me extroverted, so I was making collages out of little foam stickers with my little sister (mine was a bunch of anagrams of 'I love drugs', ha.) Simultaneously, I was talking to my mother, in a very empathetic way, which was a plus since I'd been sort of bitchy to her for the past couple of days. My mom and my sister went to bed, and I was flying high simply because I was so happy to have had a very positive interaction with them.
My friend and I just looked at one another and started grinning and couldn't stop. We weren't laughing (too relaxed for that), just brimming over with happiness. Then we gave one another a looooong hug. I am pre-med, and we learned in my pharmacology class that when people touch people they are close to, it stimulated the opioid circuits in our brains, and our hug definitely felt like a double shot of opioid circuit stimulation. In some ways, it was the best part of the night.
One of our job applications was just a box that said 'Tell us about yourself. BE CREATIVE!' We have a great art room at my house, so my friend suggested that we go do that app. At first, I balked, because I was feeling a bit lazy in my narcotic bliss, but finally I conceded, and we went to the art room and created, essentially, the strangest applications Seattle's Best Coffee has probably ever received. Suffice it to say that they involved dried colored pasta, Microsoft Windows 'Start' decals, and fabric printed with bubble gum balls, among other things.
Afterward, I took half an ambien and went to the media room. I tuned to one of the channels that just plays music. (It was one of the ones that play like Coldplay and stuff like that.) The ambien and poppy seed tea was a great combination, and I 'nodded' off and on for a looooong time, at least a couple hours, I think, before I went to bed for good. (My friend had gone off to talk to her bf on the phone, probably an interesting conversation.)
I know this trip report isn't as exciting as the ones people write about hallucinogens and stuff. I mainly wrote it because I wanted to entice people to try poppy seed tea. I have become a huge fan in, like, two weeks. It's easy to make, it's legal, it *should* be pretty cheap to get the poppy seeds. I can't believe I went so long without opiates just because I couldn't get pills when this was out there all along! Thanks for reading. xx
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
) and i find it quite funny that this trip report (which i believe was my first BL post ever) has been revived.