DOB
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thanks for sharing,btw what average oxygen blood level?
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was anyone here close to dying?
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thanks for sharing,btw what average oxygen blood level?
DOB
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eh... nice nice... care to explain more?
DOB
Bluelighter
omg this is interesting.... the whole DOx are big passion of my life, know that shit can be bad if you take too much.... I never ever came close to OD becose I was always carefull
how was mind effects? that must been insanely strong trip
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medical/surgical: helpless. accept that you are now dead, and any further time is a bonus.
When I was 9 I had brain surgery. 50/50 shot. I lived. Before though, I knew the risks and accepted reality that I might not live, I accepted that I was already dead, and that I would allow the surgeons a shot at potentially giving my life back to me as a bonus, risking (worse than death) permanent loss of body/brain function. Potential last supper was snickers and chocolate milk. I will never forget the man who saved me, or the nurses eyes I stared into as I expected to die on a table.
drowning: oh fuck this sucks.
Was sailing, boat capsized and I got stuck in ropes underwater, about 3 feet from the waterline. After the initial instinct reaction to struggle towards air, I paused, thought about the problem, cut the ropes, and floated up to gasp for air. The feeling of being trapped, sucking in water, is the worst feeling.
cars: im a fucking moron.
almost 200km/4 in a dodge neon.
gun to the head: do it motherfucker. rage.
someone one put a gun to my head and I am kinda pissed off he didn't do it. so is he.
DOB
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kaywholed
thanks
tell me about that gun incident more,that sounds interesting
thanks
tell me about that gun incident more,that sounds interesting
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really? that's curious
i took them together for an extended period and didn't have any problem
serotonin toxicity is mentioned with SSRIs, but effexor is an SNRI. not that i would know how differently they interact with tramadol
same thing happened to my dad
he flew in the river instead of being crashed
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here, not close risk of physical death
but one situation in which i knew for a fact that i was going to die within the hour
let's say that maybe just 1% of my mind still thought there was a way out
as i'm all for killing myself, i was quite taken aback, but not bothered by the fact of dying
however, the reason i don't kill myself is because of the pain it would cause to my parents
so i did everything i could not to die, not because i wanted to live, but not to cause pain to my parents
that was the main thing in my mind all the time
there was this feeling of
"damn! it is really happening! so this is what all the people who have died before have felt"
the feeling that the button had been pushed and that there was no way to go back
like walking to the electric chair
you still have some time to live, but there's no escaping that in a few minutes you will die
it was the occasion to verify the validity of me saying i'm not afraid to die
indeed, personally i was at peace, but i could not let it happen because of my parents
regardless of loving them or not, i cannot let myself be responsible for so much pain in anyone
being totally atheist but having had a rather religious education, it's fun that god came back briefly in the picture. not as "i'm begging to god", but as "god takes revenge on my atheism by killing me"
but that was just a passing culture-influenced thought and didn't actually make me reconsider the possibility of the existence of a god
A few years back. It was right after a tropical storm and the beach was actually closed, but a bunch of surfers were out.
Looking back, I really should have gone in. It was super high tide and the water was very rough and murky with strong rip currents. But I had been raised by a surfer who used to take me to the beach on double red flag days when I was a little kid so, I guess I didn't really think much of it.
Anyway, I made it out past the breakers onto the sand bar so that I could touch bottom. Stepped into a hole, went under and got dragged back into the breakers. I was under very a long time and when I did surface my hair had come undone and was plastered all over my face so I couldn't get any air in. Another wave slammed my back down and after a while I blacked out. A friend saw my hair and grabbed me by it to pull me out of the water.
I can't even count how many times I've gotten sucked into rip currents or got caught under long enough to start seeing black dots, but that's the first time I actually blacked out. Scared the shit out of me. Needless to say, when the double red flags are a-flyin' I'm just going to sit on the sand and stick to the troft lol
Looking back, I really should have gone in. It was super high tide and the water was very rough and murky with strong rip currents. But I had been raised by a surfer who used to take me to the beach on double red flag days when I was a little kid so, I guess I didn't really think much of it.
Anyway, I made it out past the breakers onto the sand bar so that I could touch bottom. Stepped into a hole, went under and got dragged back into the breakers. I was under very a long time and when I did surface my hair had come undone and was plastered all over my face so I couldn't get any air in. Another wave slammed my back down and after a while I blacked out. A friend saw my hair and grabbed me by it to pull me out of the water.
I can't even count how many times I've gotten sucked into rip currents or got caught under long enough to start seeing black dots, but that's the first time I actually blacked out. Scared the shit out of me. Needless to say, when the double red flags are a-flyin' I'm just going to sit on the sand and stick to the troft lol
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Last I checked, tramadol is contraindicated with all serotonin reuptake inhibitors, whether they exhibit additional activity at other transporters or not.
higherconciousness
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I have had a few encounters, all extremely terrifying and in no way comforting. No light at the tunnel. No peaceful revalations. It all felt very grotesque, confusing, cold, and was devoid of direction or sense. Very Comforting
-Dead and back 1
The first time was an NDE, but I didn't come to close to physically dieing. I was under the influence of 24mg of 2c-e and decided it be a grand idea to take a large dose of 5-meo-dmt. Either I was hallucinating that there was 25mg of 5-meo-dmt weighed on the scale or it was broken (which it was). I sniffed what was probably 80mg of 5-meo-dmt and about 5 seconds in I knew things were going straight to hell, so I run out of my room and down the hall to my brother. All while screaming I'm dying!!! I'm dying!!!. I can't put the experience in words, but as soon as I sniffed that, there was this coldness that sept through my body. Like ice filling my veins. There was this immense rushing sensation like something was weighing me down (largest body load ever).
I felt my soul/concioussness/spirit or whatever, start to disintegrate, as I'm using every bit of strength to grasp anything related to reality it just got worst and worst. The most intense of fears set in, panic, I've never been this frightened in my life. I did't know humans had the capacity for such suffering and agony. At some point I break through, but have no recollection of it. By the time I reentered my body I was in an ambulance on the way to a hospital.
-Dead and back 2
The next close call was actually close. I had just got an order in for 2c-c, so I decide I'd try a small dose and see where it takes me. Never let someone else weigh your dose, unless you are watching him/her. Anyways, I ingest what I thought was 20mg of 2c-c. Wasn't feeling much 2 hours later, so I re-uped. Big mistake. As soon as I swallowed the next dose, the first one kicked in out of no where. Not good considering my mother and younger brother were around. I remember my lil bro asking to change the channel, so in my attempt I grab the controller, but could not figure out how to work it. It all started kicking in at once. I dropped the controller and nervously went back to my room to try to cool off.... Not happening. I recall getting quite scared at this point, so I ran out to my family and told them I F*ed up again. This is where stuff got messed up. I won't go into all the details, but here are some highlights.
My first physical hallucination is that I ripped my middle figure off (In reality it was a cigarette that ripped), thinking to myself I really did it this time. My mother guided me to my bed. There, I believed I had ripped my cats arm off, as real as can be. I saw nerve endings, blood spilling out and felt the pain of my cat. I'm just talking about the hallucinations, it's what was happening with my mind that was the most terrifying. While all this was going on, I was stuck between the realm of death and rebirth. A continuous cycle which was happening at unimaginable speeds. I recall one point looking over towards my mother, wanting the suffering to end, hoping she would have an answer or remedy. She didn't. She's as lost as I am. Shit! I'm on my own. There was this great resistance I was harnessing. No matter how hard I tried I couldnt let go. I felt this sensation of my soul twisting around and around trying to get out of this, looping constantly.
Did I black out? I feel horrible. I'm still on my bed with my mother beside me. I look over at my mom and shes crying. Apparently I started going into grand mal seizures and my heart almost stopped. Fortunately, my mother is a nurse and even though we happen to be out of benzos or anti-pysch's, she administered some seizure medication and some other meds I'm not aware of. The back of my head felt wet. Upon placing my hand on the back of my head, I felt warm blood. My back of my head is caved in. I think to myself, I must of slammed my head on something when I had a seizure and now my head is caved in. Great, I'm dying all because of this damn drug and if I do happen to make it, I'll be mentally challenged for the rest of my life.
8 hours have passed and I'm still tripping hard. I glance over at my mother only to see knifes being jabbed in and out of her chest as her eyeballs pop out.I think this was one of the last disturbing images I had during the trip. I gradually came down and by 7am, 16 hours later, I was at bass line.
The first incident happen 4 years ago and the second 2 years ago. I feel I've made some progress with the 5-meo-dmt experience, but the 2c overdose was all bad and I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully process that one. I find it quite unnerving that both NDE's I've experienced were downright some of the worst experiences in my life. I thought dying was suppose to be peaceful or enlightening...... I dunno, but from my experience dying, it's horrid. I recommend staying alive.
-Dead and back 3
In a separate incident, I fell out from a heroin overdose. As soon as I pulled the needle out I knew I'd done too much and started falling in and out of consciousness. At one point my breathing stopped, but fortunately my friends were able to revive me. Don't remember a thing, except taking the shot and waking back up. Checking out this way would probably relatively peaceful.
Thus far, I'm not impressed with dying.
If I have my choice I'm going out with extremely lethal doses of my preferred drugs.
-Dead and back 1
The first time was an NDE, but I didn't come to close to physically dieing. I was under the influence of 24mg of 2c-e and decided it be a grand idea to take a large dose of 5-meo-dmt. Either I was hallucinating that there was 25mg of 5-meo-dmt weighed on the scale or it was broken (which it was). I sniffed what was probably 80mg of 5-meo-dmt and about 5 seconds in I knew things were going straight to hell, so I run out of my room and down the hall to my brother. All while screaming I'm dying!!! I'm dying!!!. I can't put the experience in words, but as soon as I sniffed that, there was this coldness that sept through my body. Like ice filling my veins. There was this immense rushing sensation like something was weighing me down (largest body load ever).
I felt my soul/concioussness/spirit or whatever, start to disintegrate, as I'm using every bit of strength to grasp anything related to reality it just got worst and worst. The most intense of fears set in, panic, I've never been this frightened in my life. I did't know humans had the capacity for such suffering and agony. At some point I break through, but have no recollection of it. By the time I reentered my body I was in an ambulance on the way to a hospital.
-Dead and back 2
The next close call was actually close. I had just got an order in for 2c-c, so I decide I'd try a small dose and see where it takes me. Never let someone else weigh your dose, unless you are watching him/her. Anyways, I ingest what I thought was 20mg of 2c-c. Wasn't feeling much 2 hours later, so I re-uped. Big mistake. As soon as I swallowed the next dose, the first one kicked in out of no where. Not good considering my mother and younger brother were around. I remember my lil bro asking to change the channel, so in my attempt I grab the controller, but could not figure out how to work it. It all started kicking in at once. I dropped the controller and nervously went back to my room to try to cool off.... Not happening. I recall getting quite scared at this point, so I ran out to my family and told them I F*ed up again. This is where stuff got messed up. I won't go into all the details, but here are some highlights.
My first physical hallucination is that I ripped my middle figure off (In reality it was a cigarette that ripped), thinking to myself I really did it this time. My mother guided me to my bed. There, I believed I had ripped my cats arm off, as real as can be. I saw nerve endings, blood spilling out and felt the pain of my cat. I'm just talking about the hallucinations, it's what was happening with my mind that was the most terrifying. While all this was going on, I was stuck between the realm of death and rebirth. A continuous cycle which was happening at unimaginable speeds. I recall one point looking over towards my mother, wanting the suffering to end, hoping she would have an answer or remedy. She didn't. She's as lost as I am. Shit! I'm on my own. There was this great resistance I was harnessing. No matter how hard I tried I couldnt let go. I felt this sensation of my soul twisting around and around trying to get out of this, looping constantly.
Did I black out? I feel horrible. I'm still on my bed with my mother beside me. I look over at my mom and shes crying. Apparently I started going into grand mal seizures and my heart almost stopped. Fortunately, my mother is a nurse and even though we happen to be out of benzos or anti-pysch's, she administered some seizure medication and some other meds I'm not aware of. The back of my head felt wet. Upon placing my hand on the back of my head, I felt warm blood. My back of my head is caved in. I think to myself, I must of slammed my head on something when I had a seizure and now my head is caved in. Great, I'm dying all because of this damn drug and if I do happen to make it, I'll be mentally challenged for the rest of my life.
8 hours have passed and I'm still tripping hard. I glance over at my mother only to see knifes being jabbed in and out of her chest as her eyeballs pop out.I think this was one of the last disturbing images I had during the trip. I gradually came down and by 7am, 16 hours later, I was at bass line.
The first incident happen 4 years ago and the second 2 years ago. I feel I've made some progress with the 5-meo-dmt experience, but the 2c overdose was all bad and I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully process that one. I find it quite unnerving that both NDE's I've experienced were downright some of the worst experiences in my life. I thought dying was suppose to be peaceful or enlightening...... I dunno, but from my experience dying, it's horrid. I recommend staying alive.
-Dead and back 3
In a separate incident, I fell out from a heroin overdose. As soon as I pulled the needle out I knew I'd done too much and started falling in and out of consciousness. At one point my breathing stopped, but fortunately my friends were able to revive me. Don't remember a thing, except taking the shot and waking back up. Checking out this way would probably relatively peaceful.
Thus far, I'm not impressed with dying.
If I have my choice I'm going out with extremely lethal doses of my preferred drugs.
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DOB
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I have had a few encounters, all extremely terrifying and in no way comforting. No light at the tunnel. No peaceful revalations. Just the sensation you are drifting into nothingness
-Dead and back 1
The first time was an NDE, but I didn't come to close to physically dieing. I was under the influence of 24mg of 2c-e and decided it be a grand idea to take a large dose of 5-meo-dmt. Either I was hallucinating that there was 25mg of 5-meo-dmt weighed on the scale or it was broken (which it was). I sniffed what was probably 80mg of 5-meo-dmt and about 5 seconds in I knew things were going straight to hell, so I run out of my room and down the hall to my brother. All while screaming I'm dying!!! I'm dying!!!. I can't put the experience in words, but as soon as I sniffed that, there was this coldness that sept through my body. Like ice filling my veins. There was this immense rushing sensation like something was weighing me down (largest body load ever).
I felt my soul/concioussness/spirit or whatever, start to disintegrate, as I'm using every bit of strength to grasp anything related to reality it just got worst and worst. The most intense of fears set in, panic, I've never been this frightened in my life. I did't know humans had the capacity for such suffering and agony. At some point I break through, but have no recollection of it. By the time I reentered my body I was in an ambulance on the way to a hospital.
-Dead and back 2
The next close call was actually close. I had just got an order in for 2c-c, so I decide I'd try a small dose and see where it takes me. Never let someone else weigh your dose, unless you are watching him/her. Anyways, I ingest what I thought was 20mg of 2c-c. Wasn't feeling much 2 hours later, so I re-uped. Big mistake. As soon as I swallowed the next dose, the first one kicked in out of no where. Not good considering my mother and younger brother were around. I remember my lil bro asking to change the channel, so in my attempt I grab the controller, but could not figure out how to work it. It all started kicking in at once. I dropped the controller and nervously went back to my room to try to cool off.... Not happening. I recall getting quite scared at this point, so I ran out to my family and told them I F*ed up again. This is where stuff got messed up. I won't go into all the details, but here are some highlights.
My first physical hallucination is that I ripped my middle figure off (In reality it was a cigarette that ripped), thinking to myself I really did it this time. My mother guided me to my bed. There, I believed I had ripped my cats arm off, as real as can be. I saw nerve endings, blood spilling out and felt the pain of my cat. I'm just talking about the hallucinations, it's what was happening with my mind that was the most terrifying. While all this was going on, I was stuck between the realm of death and rebirth. A continuous cycle which was happening at unimaginable speeds. I recall one point looking over towards my mother, wanting the suffering to end, hoping she would have an answer or remedy. She didn't. She's as lost as I am. Shit! I'm on my own. There was this great resistance I was harnessing. No matter how hard I tried I couldnt let go. I felt this sensation of my soul twisting around and around trying to get out of this, looping constantly.
Did I black out? I feel horrible. I'm still on my bed with my mother beside me. I look over at my mom and shes crying. Apparently I started going into grand mal seizures and my heart almost stopped. Fortunately, my mother is a nurse and even though we happen to be out of benzos or anti-pysch's, she administered some seizure medication and some other meds I'm not aware of. The back of my head felt wet. Upon placing my hand on the back of my head, I felt warm blood. My back of my head is caved in. I think to myself, I must of slammed my head on something when I had a seizure and now my head is caved in. Great, I'm dying all because of this damn drug and if I do happen to make it, I'll be mentally challenged for the rest of my life.
8 hours have passed and I'm still tripping hard. I glance over at my mother only to see knifes being jabbed in and out of her chest as her eyeballs pop out.I think this was one of the last disturbing images I had during the trip. I gradually came down and by 7am, 16 hours later, I was at bass line.
The first incident happen 4 years ago and the second 2 years ago. I feel I've made some progress with the 5-meo-dmt experience, but the 2c overdose was all bad and I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully process that one. I find it quite unnerving that both NDE's I've experienced were downright some of the worst experiences in my life. I thought dying was suppose to be peaceful or enlightening...... I dunno, but from my experience dying, it's horrid. I recommend staying alive.
-Dead and back 3
In a separate incident, I fell out from a heroin overdose. As soon as I pulled the needle out I knew I'd done too much and started falling in and out of consciousness. At one point my breathing stopped, but fortunately my friends were able to revive me. Don't remember a thing, except taking the shot and waking back up. Checking out this way would probably relatively peaceful.
Thus far, I'm not impressed with dying.
man I so feel these words you typed
glad your ok,I say,be super carefull and rather dose less than more and dont fucking ever trip around anti drug family..... I had my own share of psychedelic terror with anti drug people
higherconciousness
Bluelighter
^Thanks. I'm glad I shared those experiences for the first time. I actually really didnt mean to dose that high, but sometimes we're careless and don't have enough respect for life. Even though those trips represented everything I fear (x100), I believe the chemicals were teaching me some kind of lesson or trying to show me why I keep hold of these fears, which are mostly irrational anyways.
My family isn't anti-drug, but what I put them through that night (and many others) is just completely selfish of me. Anyways, I haven't tripped since then, up till last week when I smoked some N,N-Dmt, which actually went beautifully.
My family isn't anti-drug, but what I put them through that night (and many others) is just completely selfish of me. Anyways, I haven't tripped since then, up till last week when I smoked some N,N-Dmt, which actually went beautifully.
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higherconciousness
Bluelighter
I dont think I can touch a psychedelic with a duration longer than 45min again. Believe it or not, small to medium dosages of DMT have helped process the aforementioned incidents, by allowing me to transcend peacefully above those pesky fears of mine.
DOB
Bluelighter
maybe you should start with lower doses of LSD.... image having reliable certainity of its harmless nature,you know you aint gonna OD
I think with that in mind you could enjoy trip,rethink that horible nightmare and kinda face it and accept it so you can heal your mind
trees_please
Bluelighter
One time i flipped my friends car driving on the interstate in the winter.. walked away fine.
Broke my leg in an avalanche this spring. healed up now but it couldve gone a number of different ways.. almost got stranded there, friend almost died.. lucky as hell to be alive today.
Broke my leg in an avalanche this spring. healed up now but it couldve gone a number of different ways.. almost got stranded there, friend almost died.. lucky as hell to be alive today.
DOB
Bluelighter
avalance must be absolutely terrorizing experience
trees_please
Bluelighter
it was like being hit with a tidal wave of cement
I remember thinking, once, wow, it's the first time I've actually been able to see my pulse. That time I woke up in the morning and went to work in disgrace.
Another time I had written a suicide note and ended up in hospital, then a psychiatric ward, for a month - I made the mistake, while in a drug-addled stupor, of saying that I would do the same again as soon as I got out.
One of the questions they asked me as part of my psycho-analysis was, "Are you famous?" - They looked me dead in the eye when they asked me that, as if they were expecting me to fall on my knees and confess to grand delusion.
While I was running for escape with a stupid little parring knife I thought I could cut my wrists on, (it was pure adrenaline as I had been knocked out unconscious a few minutes before), I don't remember feeling much. I remember images, like the really beautiful young lady doctor that told me that the iv she was giving me would save my life. I remember trying to make a wise-crack about it, but it was really quite pathetic. I cringe when I think about it now.
I remember feeling the moment like, "well, this is it". And then nothing responded.
I had written on a piece of paper, "noones fault but mine" and "God, where are you now?"
Another time I had written a suicide note and ended up in hospital, then a psychiatric ward, for a month - I made the mistake, while in a drug-addled stupor, of saying that I would do the same again as soon as I got out.
One of the questions they asked me as part of my psycho-analysis was, "Are you famous?" - They looked me dead in the eye when they asked me that, as if they were expecting me to fall on my knees and confess to grand delusion.
While I was running for escape with a stupid little parring knife I thought I could cut my wrists on, (it was pure adrenaline as I had been knocked out unconscious a few minutes before), I don't remember feeling much. I remember images, like the really beautiful young lady doctor that told me that the iv she was giving me would save my life. I remember trying to make a wise-crack about it, but it was really quite pathetic. I cringe when I think about it now.
I remember feeling the moment like, "well, this is it". And then nothing responded.
I had written on a piece of paper, "noones fault but mine" and "God, where are you now?"