BingoBango
Bluelighter
I dont see many trip reports on weed and nitrous, i guess its not so much of a jazzy drug to do reports on, a few nights ago I couldnt sleep and pretty much thought up of a report to write on about my Friday night after a couple of ecstasy pills, weed on the comedown then a few boxes of nangs with my mates.
Just a brief background on myself, weed and nitrous-wise i've been doing it semi-regularly for about 6 months. Some of my friends last friday night have never tried it before, some have, and one of my close friends is a regular nang-chopper who i give a call/she'd call me when i'm/she's up for it.
I'm going to base this report on how much i can remember of each occurrence after taking one/two nangs... some happen a few times, where other nangs only happened once... but read on...
As our usual custom, we all have a bucket or two of weed to start with. Some aren't as keen on the bucket as i am (i love it, find it a bit of a waste to smoke weed other than the bucket method in my opinion), so a few of my friends have the bongs, while me and my similarly experienced friend have a bucket instead.
The first few nangs (or shooters, we call them, just a nickname we made up) usually just get me going, think it's a bit of tolerance building up. By the time i hit the 3-4th shooter i close my eyes and start travelling very fast through this imaginary hyperspace of yellow, red and blue crosses, very similar to the first time i took an acid trip. as i fly through these colourful crosses my upper body is doing a very fast running motion as i say "its the visualllls!" ...
As i pop a few more nangs, i can hear my friend's voice coming from inside my head, as if his voice is the thoughts of myself. I say randomly to no one in particular "My thoughts are talking to me in (friend's name)'s voice." After a bit of a confused silence, it turns out my friend was actually downstairs talking. So it wasnt my thoughts after all. It took me a while to figure out that this voice wasnt coming from my head after all, and had to walk halfway down the stairs to convince myself.
Several more shooters gets me listening and dancing to what i thought was psy-trance playing in the background, which no one else could hear except me.
friend: "What are you dancing to man?"
me: "Cant you hear the psy-trance?"
friend: "o_o?"
me: *gradually stops dancing*...
So much for making myself look like a fool dancing to non-existent psy-trance %)
I managed to actually stop this time, without using all the nangs i had, which is the usual custom. By this time it was around 11am and i dozed off. woke up with a splitter of a headache and it's 4pm, 2hrs before meeting my gf and her parents for dinner.
thanks for making it this far down of my report... its my first one so go easy on me...
Just a brief background on myself, weed and nitrous-wise i've been doing it semi-regularly for about 6 months. Some of my friends last friday night have never tried it before, some have, and one of my close friends is a regular nang-chopper who i give a call/she'd call me when i'm/she's up for it.
I'm going to base this report on how much i can remember of each occurrence after taking one/two nangs... some happen a few times, where other nangs only happened once... but read on...
As our usual custom, we all have a bucket or two of weed to start with. Some aren't as keen on the bucket as i am (i love it, find it a bit of a waste to smoke weed other than the bucket method in my opinion), so a few of my friends have the bongs, while me and my similarly experienced friend have a bucket instead.
The first few nangs (or shooters, we call them, just a nickname we made up) usually just get me going, think it's a bit of tolerance building up. By the time i hit the 3-4th shooter i close my eyes and start travelling very fast through this imaginary hyperspace of yellow, red and blue crosses, very similar to the first time i took an acid trip. as i fly through these colourful crosses my upper body is doing a very fast running motion as i say "its the visualllls!" ...
As i pop a few more nangs, i can hear my friend's voice coming from inside my head, as if his voice is the thoughts of myself. I say randomly to no one in particular "My thoughts are talking to me in (friend's name)'s voice." After a bit of a confused silence, it turns out my friend was actually downstairs talking. So it wasnt my thoughts after all. It took me a while to figure out that this voice wasnt coming from my head after all, and had to walk halfway down the stairs to convince myself.
Several more shooters gets me listening and dancing to what i thought was psy-trance playing in the background, which no one else could hear except me.
friend: "What are you dancing to man?"
me: "Cant you hear the psy-trance?"
friend: "o_o?"
me: *gradually stops dancing*...
So much for making myself look like a fool dancing to non-existent psy-trance %)
I managed to actually stop this time, without using all the nangs i had, which is the usual custom. By this time it was around 11am and i dozed off. woke up with a splitter of a headache and it's 4pm, 2hrs before meeting my gf and her parents for dinner.
thanks for making it this far down of my report... its my first one so go easy on me...
