IJesusChrist
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
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- 22/7/08
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Hey guys. Sorry to come back with such bad news.
Yesterday, I started talking to my friend about DMT, he got very excited and wanted to do it. From past experiences (three) of friends I have given to, only one really tripped a good amount, so I thought this last little bit won't be very strong...
We started talking, and I kind of told him about my bad trips, which wasn't the correct thing to do at all. He started saying man I'm kind of scared. I reassured him this stuff was fine, and there are no long term effects, you'll be in, and you'll be out. You will see it, and then come back to tell about it, no matter what. I was very tired and wasn't even thinking that I should do everything I can to get his positive emotions rolling. I just wanted to show him the rabbit hole.
He sat down, I took a hit to show him how. My nerves spiked, and I felt not good (like I always do at the first hit of DMT).
He took a small hit "whoa dude..."
I held the lighter, he took another.
... He grabbed his hair, and with the worst face I have ever encountered, the most fear and anger I have ever witnessed he turned to me, his pupils shaking:
"Did I just die?" "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME"
Instantly I knew exaclty where he was, and my nerves spiked again, I was going into a panic attack. It brought back alot of painful memories of my own bad trips. I kept my cool but I slipped out, with the worst possible timing, and I don't even know how exaclty it came out
"No dude, you're crazy" with the intention of saying No dude, you're fine.
He turned over on the bed, face down, "Where am I? WHERE AM I? I KNOW YOU KNOW."
He was in a house occupied by other people so I was trying to keep him quiet.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME"
I kept the re-assurance up that he'll be fine, and he'll come out very soon.
I wasn't seeing him become any more sober so I started to freak in my head. I was going to chuck the pipe and the DMT .
All this time I knew DMT couldn't do anything, but it was that face. H?is damn face.
He came down, and he was pissed, extremelyu pissed. I calmed him down, gave more re-assurance and we carried on with our night. He texted me later and said he wanted to try it again (of course I said no) I'm not letting him touch it for atleast 365 days.
But imagine... what if I had not been there? Could this stuff really do what Vlad said? He's fine now, back to what he was, but I'm still having a mild panic attack, 12 hours later. My nerves are shot. (my girlfriend also put the largest load she has ever emotionally put on me last night)
Phew, sorry guys, didn't really help much to write it but yeah, it did.
Yesterday, I started talking to my friend about DMT, he got very excited and wanted to do it. From past experiences (three) of friends I have given to, only one really tripped a good amount, so I thought this last little bit won't be very strong...
We started talking, and I kind of told him about my bad trips, which wasn't the correct thing to do at all. He started saying man I'm kind of scared. I reassured him this stuff was fine, and there are no long term effects, you'll be in, and you'll be out. You will see it, and then come back to tell about it, no matter what. I was very tired and wasn't even thinking that I should do everything I can to get his positive emotions rolling. I just wanted to show him the rabbit hole.
He sat down, I took a hit to show him how. My nerves spiked, and I felt not good (like I always do at the first hit of DMT).
He took a small hit "whoa dude..."
I held the lighter, he took another.
... He grabbed his hair, and with the worst face I have ever encountered, the most fear and anger I have ever witnessed he turned to me, his pupils shaking:
"Did I just die?" "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME"
Instantly I knew exaclty where he was, and my nerves spiked again, I was going into a panic attack. It brought back alot of painful memories of my own bad trips. I kept my cool but I slipped out, with the worst possible timing, and I don't even know how exaclty it came out
"No dude, you're crazy" with the intention of saying No dude, you're fine.
He turned over on the bed, face down, "Where am I? WHERE AM I? I KNOW YOU KNOW."
He was in a house occupied by other people so I was trying to keep him quiet.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME"
I kept the re-assurance up that he'll be fine, and he'll come out very soon.
I wasn't seeing him become any more sober so I started to freak in my head. I was going to chuck the pipe and the DMT .
All this time I knew DMT couldn't do anything, but it was that face. H?is damn face.
He came down, and he was pissed, extremelyu pissed. I calmed him down, gave more re-assurance and we carried on with our night. He texted me later and said he wanted to try it again (of course I said no) I'm not letting him touch it for atleast 365 days.
But imagine... what if I had not been there? Could this stuff really do what Vlad said? He's fine now, back to what he was, but I'm still having a mild panic attack, 12 hours later. My nerves are shot. (my girlfriend also put the largest load she has ever emotionally put on me last night)
Phew, sorry guys, didn't really help much to write it but yeah, it did.