goatyoghurt
Bluelighter
Ok, I'm 18, from Sydney, fairly regular pot smoker, do pills occasionally, done speed a couple of times.
On the weekend me and 3 friends H,Y and M decided to spend the night in my garage just chilling out and smoking. I pulled out the rest of the gear that H and I (mainly I) had smoked on the previous weekend (we got it from our usual dealer). I had 3 cones then, and he had 1 or 2 and I ended up getting really freaked out, and thought, I was seeing shit (H turned into a Simpsons character, and Y who was also with us turned into a laughing hyena) I was extremely paranoid, and me sense of depth perception was totally fucked.
Anyway back to this weekend. I pulled out the weed which was already chopped up and we all started smoking out of our home made bong. It hit Y after the first cone, his eyes were all bloodshot and he was in hysterics about the fact that he thought he was crying,but couldn't feel any tears on his face.
This didn't really surprise us, as Y is the one in our circle of friends who has the least experience with drugs, and the lowest tolerance for anything, even alcohol.
We kept smoking, and Y dropped out after his second cone, what surprise me was that H soon burst out laughing, saying he had the same feeling as Y about the tears.
At this point we're all feeling happy, and are laughing at anything and everything, H, M and I continue smoking until H and I had 6 cones each, and M had 5. This is when things got freaky. I noticed the concrete floor of my garage was bouncing intensely, as if it were the inside of some huge speaker, then my legs started twitching, and I couldn't control them at all.
Then, we all simultaneously heard a noise outside, and we all freaked, thinking it was my parents coming outside. We all frantically hid the two or so cones worth of pot that we had left, and then tried to conceal the fact that we were totally fucked off our brains. All of us took turns, trying to sit still on the couch, then trying to randomly start some "normal" conversation with the idea that my parents were at the window watching us. I looked at the time, and 45 minutes had passed before we found out that my parents weren't out there ( I don't know if this was actually what happened, in reality, I think we just forgot about the fact that my parents existed at all).
At this point things got really bad, we were all up out of our seats, I don't know what we were doing, but we were still extremely paranoid about any tiny noise. This is when H started repeating "I'm fucking carzy" and then went on to say that "You guys are fucked, you're all in slow motion..... I'm in the Matrix!!" H then proceeded to lean backwards, dodging bullets moving in slow motion, Keanu Reeves style (it's actually quite hilarious when I think about it now) ubt it was anything but funny at the time, so I went behind him and caught him, I knew if I hadn't then he would have landed flat on his back.
He then started freaking out hard, and saying that he needed to get out of here, but I told him to calm down, it was only the pot that was making him scared. He sat down next to me, and I was in between him and M, Y was sitting on another chair next to M.
Then, out of nowhere, M, started shaking really violently, I mean physically restraining him was more that a challenge. His eyes, which were the colour of roses in full bloom, literally rolled into the back of ihs skill, I could only see the whits (or reds) of his eyes. Tears started rolling down his face, and he was mumbling, more like whimpering incoherently like a child, while all this was happening he was still shaking like someone having an epileptic fit.
I didn't know what to do, I placed my hand over his eyes and started repeating his name over and over teling im to calm down. I grabbed his hand, and he squeezed it so tightly that when I woke up the next day it was still throbbing. I kept saying things like, "you're safe, relax", and then I started saying "You have noting to be scaredof, you're with yor friends", and then repeating "we love you, we love you" I kept doing this for about 10 minutes, and I got H and Y to say it with me. At one point I removed my hand from his eyes for less than a second, and he started shreiking like an animal that was in pain, Iput my hand back, and abou 15 to 20 minutes later, he was relatively calm.
We were fucked, H and I sarted discussing what the fuck just happened, M and Y were basically asleep so they didn;t join in the conversation. We came to the conclusion that the weed HAD to be laced with something. I thought, after reading many trip reports here at bluelight, that it had to be acid or mushshrooms, while H was of the opinion that it was angel dust. Looking back I think he was right.
After a period of time, it could have been 20 minutes, it could have been two hours, H decided to walk home, I protested, but he insisted that he would be ok, then he said goodbye to us and left. M and Y were basically asleep, I tried o keep them up but could't but I knew that Y had work early the next day, so I woke both of them up (with a lot of effort) at 1am. They left and I went inside, and ate basically every scrap of junk food in the house. I stayed awake for another three and a al hours (I think) before I went to bed.
The next day I remembered that Y's face had turned in to the Cheshire cat, than after a period of time the Grinch, but I can't place these visuals on a timeline of the night.
I had a good discussion with H, and he old me that I also throughout the night would be looking into space, then all of a sudden, snap back, covering my face, as if being hit, he told me I did this last weekend as well, but I honestly have no memory of it. He also remarked how I had a genuine look of fear in my eyes, and that I was close to tears.
If anyone has any ideas of what the fuck that pot was laced with (or if this was actually the first time we had good shit) then it would be really appreciated because I'm really freaked out by M's panic attack/seizure/whatever, and I really don't think it was straight pot.
Thanks for taking the time to read this guys, I hope I hear from ya
[Edit: I changed the original title (What the **** was it laced with ??) to fit forum guidelines and be more descriptive. -C22]
[ 13 August 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
On the weekend me and 3 friends H,Y and M decided to spend the night in my garage just chilling out and smoking. I pulled out the rest of the gear that H and I (mainly I) had smoked on the previous weekend (we got it from our usual dealer). I had 3 cones then, and he had 1 or 2 and I ended up getting really freaked out, and thought, I was seeing shit (H turned into a Simpsons character, and Y who was also with us turned into a laughing hyena) I was extremely paranoid, and me sense of depth perception was totally fucked.
Anyway back to this weekend. I pulled out the weed which was already chopped up and we all started smoking out of our home made bong. It hit Y after the first cone, his eyes were all bloodshot and he was in hysterics about the fact that he thought he was crying,but couldn't feel any tears on his face.
This didn't really surprise us, as Y is the one in our circle of friends who has the least experience with drugs, and the lowest tolerance for anything, even alcohol.
We kept smoking, and Y dropped out after his second cone, what surprise me was that H soon burst out laughing, saying he had the same feeling as Y about the tears.
At this point we're all feeling happy, and are laughing at anything and everything, H, M and I continue smoking until H and I had 6 cones each, and M had 5. This is when things got freaky. I noticed the concrete floor of my garage was bouncing intensely, as if it were the inside of some huge speaker, then my legs started twitching, and I couldn't control them at all.
Then, we all simultaneously heard a noise outside, and we all freaked, thinking it was my parents coming outside. We all frantically hid the two or so cones worth of pot that we had left, and then tried to conceal the fact that we were totally fucked off our brains. All of us took turns, trying to sit still on the couch, then trying to randomly start some "normal" conversation with the idea that my parents were at the window watching us. I looked at the time, and 45 minutes had passed before we found out that my parents weren't out there ( I don't know if this was actually what happened, in reality, I think we just forgot about the fact that my parents existed at all).
At this point things got really bad, we were all up out of our seats, I don't know what we were doing, but we were still extremely paranoid about any tiny noise. This is when H started repeating "I'm fucking carzy" and then went on to say that "You guys are fucked, you're all in slow motion..... I'm in the Matrix!!" H then proceeded to lean backwards, dodging bullets moving in slow motion, Keanu Reeves style (it's actually quite hilarious when I think about it now) ubt it was anything but funny at the time, so I went behind him and caught him, I knew if I hadn't then he would have landed flat on his back.
He then started freaking out hard, and saying that he needed to get out of here, but I told him to calm down, it was only the pot that was making him scared. He sat down next to me, and I was in between him and M, Y was sitting on another chair next to M.
Then, out of nowhere, M, started shaking really violently, I mean physically restraining him was more that a challenge. His eyes, which were the colour of roses in full bloom, literally rolled into the back of ihs skill, I could only see the whits (or reds) of his eyes. Tears started rolling down his face, and he was mumbling, more like whimpering incoherently like a child, while all this was happening he was still shaking like someone having an epileptic fit.
I didn't know what to do, I placed my hand over his eyes and started repeating his name over and over teling im to calm down. I grabbed his hand, and he squeezed it so tightly that when I woke up the next day it was still throbbing. I kept saying things like, "you're safe, relax", and then I started saying "You have noting to be scaredof, you're with yor friends", and then repeating "we love you, we love you" I kept doing this for about 10 minutes, and I got H and Y to say it with me. At one point I removed my hand from his eyes for less than a second, and he started shreiking like an animal that was in pain, Iput my hand back, and abou 15 to 20 minutes later, he was relatively calm.
We were fucked, H and I sarted discussing what the fuck just happened, M and Y were basically asleep so they didn;t join in the conversation. We came to the conclusion that the weed HAD to be laced with something. I thought, after reading many trip reports here at bluelight, that it had to be acid or mushshrooms, while H was of the opinion that it was angel dust. Looking back I think he was right.
After a period of time, it could have been 20 minutes, it could have been two hours, H decided to walk home, I protested, but he insisted that he would be ok, then he said goodbye to us and left. M and Y were basically asleep, I tried o keep them up but could't but I knew that Y had work early the next day, so I woke both of them up (with a lot of effort) at 1am. They left and I went inside, and ate basically every scrap of junk food in the house. I stayed awake for another three and a al hours (I think) before I went to bed.
The next day I remembered that Y's face had turned in to the Cheshire cat, than after a period of time the Grinch, but I can't place these visuals on a timeline of the night.
I had a good discussion with H, and he old me that I also throughout the night would be looking into space, then all of a sudden, snap back, covering my face, as if being hit, he told me I did this last weekend as well, but I honestly have no memory of it. He also remarked how I had a genuine look of fear in my eyes, and that I was close to tears.
If anyone has any ideas of what the fuck that pot was laced with (or if this was actually the first time we had good shit) then it would be really appreciated because I'm really freaked out by M's panic attack/seizure/whatever, and I really don't think it was straight pot.
Thanks for taking the time to read this guys, I hope I hear from ya
[Edit: I changed the original title (What the **** was it laced with ??) to fit forum guidelines and be more descriptive. -C22]
[ 13 August 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
Sorry to hear you didn't really get to fully enjoy it.
