Never again
Greenlighter
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- Jun 8, 2011
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Hello everyone let me start out by saying this is my first post on this site, and I’m sorry if this report is a little hard to follow. I’m glad I found this site because recently I have had the most disturbing trip/experience of my life. I’ve been dying to share this with someone but I don’t really know anyone familiar with psychoactive drugs or tripping.
This morning I had the feeling that I was having a very bad dream and was about to wake up from fright. But it soon became apparent to me that I wasn’t dreaming. I was actually in the hospital with tubes in my arm and a beeping heart machine hooked up, and those actually were my parents sitting next to my bed crying.
It all came rushing back to me. The day before I was having an average lazy day. I got a call from the restaurant that I wait at telling me I didn’t need to come in, and I was perfectly content to just sit around all day and watch tv. surprisingly enough I was having a great time, my life had been looking up recently and I was always feeling remarkably happy. Life was a beach and I was playing in the sand.
Around 11:30 pm I had just finished watching the game three of the Boston Vancouver stanley cup series, when my friend text me wondering how late one of the local gas stations was open. I knew right away it was because he wanted to buy some K2 (fake weed). I wasn’t particularly excited about smoking some chemical sprayed potpourri that got cooked up by some hillbilly with a associates degree in chemical science. but I figured people do it all the time and its legal so whatever.
My friend had done the specific blend we were about to try before and he said it was crazy scary and trippy. I didn’t really pay this much attention as this friend had a habit of spinning fantastic stories about his “trippy experiences”. He picked me up around midnight and we bought 3 grams of it for 26$. it was called “The Darkness” and had a rather scary picture of a clown or something on the front. We went to one his friends houses who I didn’t know and decided to smoke it there.
I didn’t even think that this unfamiliar setting would be any problem because I had no Idea the strength of this stuff. I had a booklet of papers in my pocket and a lighter so I rolled a jay. We noticed that it was the last paper we had so I rolled the biggest joint I could (at least 1.5g) we went out back and smoked it.
After about half the joint I started to feel very relaxed. I’ve smoked weed before and was at a very comfortable stoney high by the time we tossed the roach and headed inside I was VERY high.
This is about where things started to turn bad, I’ve never done any drugs besides weed and I’ve never experienced anything close to a trip where I hallucinate. I was expecting to go inside and chill to some music until I fell asleep.
When I got inside I realized that the the lights were oppressively reddish orange and almost felt hot. I thought it was kinda cool so I grabbed a bottle of gatorade and sat down in front of the TV. I was starting to feel weird, not good at all I noticed I had opened the bottle of gatorade and just stared at it for about 15 minutes. I tried to take a drink but I couldn’t.
This is when I noticed something was definitely not right I was tripping and I didn’t like it at all. I wanted it to stop and tried to wrestle myself back into reality witch was probably the worst thing I could do. I suddenly flashed back to when I was a little kid at the county fair and I got pressured by my friends to ride a scary ride I didn’t want to but after the bar locked down there was no way to stop it and it was just getting started.
I remember dropping the bottle of gatorade violently spilling it everywhere people started yelling but this is about the last contact I have with reality that night. I looked at my friend and saw his face twisted and distorted like a fractal and I remember rocking back and forth repeating “I don’t like this, I don’t like this, I don’t like this”
I tried to calm myself down remembering that its just a high non of this is real and it can’t hurt me. For a few precious minutes it worked and I felt peaceful overcome with serenity and joy. But then I suddenly remembered that this wasn’t weed I was high on. it was some crazy chemical cooked up by an evil corporation. and suddenly I was flung into hell.
Robots from the evil corporation started raining from the sky with horrible red eyes and lasers. The lights were so bright and hot that basement morphed into a desert. and the plywood walls became lava flows the more I tried to fight back to reality the worse it got I became aware for a second that I was on the ground and people were standing over me trying to calm me but reality quickly deteriorated into fractals and nothingness
and then I let go.
I felt my body thrash violently as I left it. the fractals became more intense than anything I’ve ever seen or felt. the fractals touched every sense I had I could see taste feel smell and hear them all at once as if I only had one sense. the intensity of them grew exponentially until they became like static and then they started to hurt. they hurt in a way I’ve never felt pain before it was like I wasn’t just feeling the pain through my body because I didn’t even have a body to feel at this point I just was in pain. agony. unbearable horrible pain that I couldn’t fight or change there was nothing I could do. I became aware that the pain was getting worse and with no reference for it every second I felt was the worst pain I had ever felt. I began to experience infinite pain that would never stop I thought I was a being whose only purpose in the universe was to feel this pain infinitely forever. I had no clue who I was or anything about real life. for all I knew I had existed forever feeling this agony and pain and I was stuck like this forever.
I touched back with reality for a moment to see something spilled on the floor and broken glass everywhere I was there long enough to say “911... call 911”. I snapped right back into that horrible inescapable pain. At this point I was completely convinced that I was either dying or already dead and experiencing the after life. I thought that I was being punished for everything I did wrong in life. every once and a while I would come to long enough to see and hear people yelling and talking on the phone. the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital was talking to my mom on the phone telling her to pull the plug if I never came out of this trip.
It was the worst experience of my life hands down I felt a feeling of total inescapable despair and suffering that I can’t even describe I’m writing this at 2:00 am the next day because I’m terrified to sleep. I’ve been listening to my jack johnson collection just to keep me calm. I don’t know if I will ever see anything the same way again. I will never touch any kind of psychoactive drug again, not even coffee.
This morning I had the feeling that I was having a very bad dream and was about to wake up from fright. But it soon became apparent to me that I wasn’t dreaming. I was actually in the hospital with tubes in my arm and a beeping heart machine hooked up, and those actually were my parents sitting next to my bed crying.
It all came rushing back to me. The day before I was having an average lazy day. I got a call from the restaurant that I wait at telling me I didn’t need to come in, and I was perfectly content to just sit around all day and watch tv. surprisingly enough I was having a great time, my life had been looking up recently and I was always feeling remarkably happy. Life was a beach and I was playing in the sand.
Around 11:30 pm I had just finished watching the game three of the Boston Vancouver stanley cup series, when my friend text me wondering how late one of the local gas stations was open. I knew right away it was because he wanted to buy some K2 (fake weed). I wasn’t particularly excited about smoking some chemical sprayed potpourri that got cooked up by some hillbilly with a associates degree in chemical science. but I figured people do it all the time and its legal so whatever.
My friend had done the specific blend we were about to try before and he said it was crazy scary and trippy. I didn’t really pay this much attention as this friend had a habit of spinning fantastic stories about his “trippy experiences”. He picked me up around midnight and we bought 3 grams of it for 26$. it was called “The Darkness” and had a rather scary picture of a clown or something on the front. We went to one his friends houses who I didn’t know and decided to smoke it there.
I didn’t even think that this unfamiliar setting would be any problem because I had no Idea the strength of this stuff. I had a booklet of papers in my pocket and a lighter so I rolled a jay. We noticed that it was the last paper we had so I rolled the biggest joint I could (at least 1.5g) we went out back and smoked it.
After about half the joint I started to feel very relaxed. I’ve smoked weed before and was at a very comfortable stoney high by the time we tossed the roach and headed inside I was VERY high.
This is about where things started to turn bad, I’ve never done any drugs besides weed and I’ve never experienced anything close to a trip where I hallucinate. I was expecting to go inside and chill to some music until I fell asleep.
When I got inside I realized that the the lights were oppressively reddish orange and almost felt hot. I thought it was kinda cool so I grabbed a bottle of gatorade and sat down in front of the TV. I was starting to feel weird, not good at all I noticed I had opened the bottle of gatorade and just stared at it for about 15 minutes. I tried to take a drink but I couldn’t.
This is when I noticed something was definitely not right I was tripping and I didn’t like it at all. I wanted it to stop and tried to wrestle myself back into reality witch was probably the worst thing I could do. I suddenly flashed back to when I was a little kid at the county fair and I got pressured by my friends to ride a scary ride I didn’t want to but after the bar locked down there was no way to stop it and it was just getting started.
I remember dropping the bottle of gatorade violently spilling it everywhere people started yelling but this is about the last contact I have with reality that night. I looked at my friend and saw his face twisted and distorted like a fractal and I remember rocking back and forth repeating “I don’t like this, I don’t like this, I don’t like this”
I tried to calm myself down remembering that its just a high non of this is real and it can’t hurt me. For a few precious minutes it worked and I felt peaceful overcome with serenity and joy. But then I suddenly remembered that this wasn’t weed I was high on. it was some crazy chemical cooked up by an evil corporation. and suddenly I was flung into hell.
Robots from the evil corporation started raining from the sky with horrible red eyes and lasers. The lights were so bright and hot that basement morphed into a desert. and the plywood walls became lava flows the more I tried to fight back to reality the worse it got I became aware for a second that I was on the ground and people were standing over me trying to calm me but reality quickly deteriorated into fractals and nothingness
and then I let go.
I felt my body thrash violently as I left it. the fractals became more intense than anything I’ve ever seen or felt. the fractals touched every sense I had I could see taste feel smell and hear them all at once as if I only had one sense. the intensity of them grew exponentially until they became like static and then they started to hurt. they hurt in a way I’ve never felt pain before it was like I wasn’t just feeling the pain through my body because I didn’t even have a body to feel at this point I just was in pain. agony. unbearable horrible pain that I couldn’t fight or change there was nothing I could do. I became aware that the pain was getting worse and with no reference for it every second I felt was the worst pain I had ever felt. I began to experience infinite pain that would never stop I thought I was a being whose only purpose in the universe was to feel this pain infinitely forever. I had no clue who I was or anything about real life. for all I knew I had existed forever feeling this agony and pain and I was stuck like this forever.
I touched back with reality for a moment to see something spilled on the floor and broken glass everywhere I was there long enough to say “911... call 911”. I snapped right back into that horrible inescapable pain. At this point I was completely convinced that I was either dying or already dead and experiencing the after life. I thought that I was being punished for everything I did wrong in life. every once and a while I would come to long enough to see and hear people yelling and talking on the phone. the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital was talking to my mom on the phone telling her to pull the plug if I never came out of this trip.
It was the worst experience of my life hands down I felt a feeling of total inescapable despair and suffering that I can’t even describe I’m writing this at 2:00 am the next day because I’m terrified to sleep. I’ve been listening to my jack johnson collection just to keep me calm. I don’t know if I will ever see anything the same way again. I will never touch any kind of psychoactive drug again, not even coffee.
. If you were able to talk, I've been higher than you, and seriosly, you have to clear the mind...
