Spencer
Glandeuse Pinéale
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My friends and I eat a good deal of different substances in order to get our jollies. I have taken more than my fair share of shrooms and just a week and a half ago had my first experience with real LSD. I have also taken 2C-B, 2C-E, and smoked DMT several times. So when my buddies decided they wanted to try LSH (I have heard good things), I decided FUCK IT and took 3 blotters. Never in my life have I had a bad trip on anything, but what happened to me on this stuff was for 45 minutes, for lack of better description, completely terrifying.
I am having trouble even putting it into words, but I am going to try for you guys. I really need to know if anyone here has had a similar experience on ANYTHING. I'll start from the beginning, as it wasn't all bad.
I took the three blotters on the way home from a friend's house in the city. They took effect about 45 minutes later when we had arrived where we had decided to trip that night. I was playing the drums when it hit me. Colorful patterns (Much like DMT) formed on the drum heads and the music sounded so sweet. A general feeling of well being and cheer overtook me for the time we rocked out.
After we got done playing, it was decided it was smoke-break time and we headed outside to the driveway. Things went well out here too, the trees, leaves, even the asphalt driveway was swaying and producing varying patterns of awesome. After our second cig and some good conversation, my friend Mike said it was time for him to go. Now bear with me, because this is when shit got messed up and scary. Also keep in mind the confusion this all caused me.
"Yeah, I gotta go to work" It was in this moment that I looked into my friend's eyes. For some fucked up reason the thought of him NOT being there made my chest tight and worry started to overrun my every thought. I can't even really recall what I was worried about in particular, it was just an overwhelming feeling of dread. I told him "... I... Don't think I want you to go, buddy"
IN THAT INSTANT, it felt like the world shattered around me into a million pieces. I started having a panic attack and vivid, haunting hallucinations. My body was covered in sweat in a matter of seconds, heart racing, my mind confused. Knowing I was going through something fucked up, I walked away from the rest of the guys to get my head right. As I turned from Mike's gaze, I saw what I can best describe as an inverted calidescope view of the outline of his head. That scared me, it was the most intense thing I have ever seen on drugs, and I've seen some shit normal people wouldn't even believe.
Wandering into the yard, my mind raced. I was scared, the leaves above me grew exponentially till they almost blocked out the sky, that too was very intense and confusing. By now, I had no sense of time, space, or even being. I didn't feel like me at all. Needing an anchor to reality, I tracked down my other good friend Drew. He was sober aside from a little weed and is also a pyschonaught. As I told him what had just gone down, things got worse for me. I don't think he really knew what I was going through. Later, he would tell me that I looked a little flushed but other than that, perfectly normal. This was not a very big comfort. I was trapped in my own head and things were not how they usually where.
Feeling that I should be around the others in case any massive scary shit occured again, I took my place in the pow-wow they had formed in the diveway, trying to calm myself. It took a different turn here. I tried to speak but my mouth wouldn't open, I couldn't keep a straight thought, and staring off into the front yard took me to a bad place. It was still my friend's driveway, a place I was comfortable and had walked countless times since my childhood, but all of the colors seemed neutral... dead, even. I was officially freaking the fuck out. I felt that I may die at any second, felt that the people sitting around me were not even REAL, that maybe THEY wanted to do something to me. (Keep in mind, these are a group of my most loved peoples, they would never do me wrong)
Time slowed down now, and nothing had gotten better. So much bad shit happened I can't even remember it all. Knowing that actually witnessing my friend Mike leave may lead to a complete breakdown like I had in the yard when he first told me he was leaving, I told the group I was losing my mind and I felt I should do something I like to do.... I went inside, sat down at the drum kit and started to play. At first it brought me no satisfaction and the lights in the basement didn't feel right. After adjusting them to my comfort, I got lost in a 30 minute drum solo.
The bad stuff stopped here and the rest of my trip was enjoyable aside from the haunting memory of my experience outside. I can only describe the state I was in as being temporarily insane. Looking back, the night ended up fine and I had a good time until I went to sleep. I don't regret it, but I don't want to re-live anything like that ever again. It may have been the amount I took that sent me over the edge, or maybe it's something my brain took badly. I don't fucking know and nobody understands. Please give me any feedback you may have. Thanks for reading.
I am having trouble even putting it into words, but I am going to try for you guys. I really need to know if anyone here has had a similar experience on ANYTHING. I'll start from the beginning, as it wasn't all bad.
I took the three blotters on the way home from a friend's house in the city. They took effect about 45 minutes later when we had arrived where we had decided to trip that night. I was playing the drums when it hit me. Colorful patterns (Much like DMT) formed on the drum heads and the music sounded so sweet. A general feeling of well being and cheer overtook me for the time we rocked out.
After we got done playing, it was decided it was smoke-break time and we headed outside to the driveway. Things went well out here too, the trees, leaves, even the asphalt driveway was swaying and producing varying patterns of awesome. After our second cig and some good conversation, my friend Mike said it was time for him to go. Now bear with me, because this is when shit got messed up and scary. Also keep in mind the confusion this all caused me.
"Yeah, I gotta go to work" It was in this moment that I looked into my friend's eyes. For some fucked up reason the thought of him NOT being there made my chest tight and worry started to overrun my every thought. I can't even really recall what I was worried about in particular, it was just an overwhelming feeling of dread. I told him "... I... Don't think I want you to go, buddy"
IN THAT INSTANT, it felt like the world shattered around me into a million pieces. I started having a panic attack and vivid, haunting hallucinations. My body was covered in sweat in a matter of seconds, heart racing, my mind confused. Knowing I was going through something fucked up, I walked away from the rest of the guys to get my head right. As I turned from Mike's gaze, I saw what I can best describe as an inverted calidescope view of the outline of his head. That scared me, it was the most intense thing I have ever seen on drugs, and I've seen some shit normal people wouldn't even believe.
Wandering into the yard, my mind raced. I was scared, the leaves above me grew exponentially till they almost blocked out the sky, that too was very intense and confusing. By now, I had no sense of time, space, or even being. I didn't feel like me at all. Needing an anchor to reality, I tracked down my other good friend Drew. He was sober aside from a little weed and is also a pyschonaught. As I told him what had just gone down, things got worse for me. I don't think he really knew what I was going through. Later, he would tell me that I looked a little flushed but other than that, perfectly normal. This was not a very big comfort. I was trapped in my own head and things were not how they usually where.
Feeling that I should be around the others in case any massive scary shit occured again, I took my place in the pow-wow they had formed in the diveway, trying to calm myself. It took a different turn here. I tried to speak but my mouth wouldn't open, I couldn't keep a straight thought, and staring off into the front yard took me to a bad place. It was still my friend's driveway, a place I was comfortable and had walked countless times since my childhood, but all of the colors seemed neutral... dead, even. I was officially freaking the fuck out. I felt that I may die at any second, felt that the people sitting around me were not even REAL, that maybe THEY wanted to do something to me. (Keep in mind, these are a group of my most loved peoples, they would never do me wrong)
Time slowed down now, and nothing had gotten better. So much bad shit happened I can't even remember it all. Knowing that actually witnessing my friend Mike leave may lead to a complete breakdown like I had in the yard when he first told me he was leaving, I told the group I was losing my mind and I felt I should do something I like to do.... I went inside, sat down at the drum kit and started to play. At first it brought me no satisfaction and the lights in the basement didn't feel right. After adjusting them to my comfort, I got lost in a 30 minute drum solo.
The bad stuff stopped here and the rest of my trip was enjoyable aside from the haunting memory of my experience outside. I can only describe the state I was in as being temporarily insane. Looking back, the night ended up fine and I had a good time until I went to sleep. I don't regret it, but I don't want to re-live anything like that ever again. It may have been the amount I took that sent me over the edge, or maybe it's something my brain took badly. I don't fucking know and nobody understands. Please give me any feedback you may have. Thanks for reading.