Experiences - The other night i experienced being too high.

[calamityspills]

somehow, unexplained by anyone i have ever met in my life, and people i normally smoke with, i got too high for my own good. most people will jump up and down shouting it was laced weed i smoked, but i smoked with 3 other people and none of them experienced anything ordinary, they just said it was really fucking good. it was a jack herrer x kush mix, i had never heard of those being mixed before, but i've now smoked it twice. the first day i tried it after we got it, it was the best experience ever being high, everything was surreal and it was a really smooth smoke. the second night we were going to see pineapple express, so we decided to smoke before going to see it of course. we packed my chillum really tightly and smoked the whole bowl before getting out of the car. immediately as i was walking to the movie theater, it hit me, the movie theater suddenly got super far away as did my friends. this part of my night was relatively normal for what the weed we smoked can do from my previous night experience smoking it. i was enjoying it a lot, i don't remember the movie much, but i guess i was laughing really loud.

next comes my second and third bowl of smoking this weed after the movie. after this i started getting a little bit more antsy, i couldn't really look at people, everything was semi distorted, when people talked to me it was hard to respond. but before i knew it we left where we were to go smoke some more before we went home to watch super high me. on the car ride home i started to relax more and started texting some people and had very normal conversations. we picked up our bong and packed it with another bowl of the weed. i took about 4 hits and on the last hit everything was in super super super slo mo. i knew i was done for after that so i passed every time they tried to pass it to me. a few seconds later, everything started getting weird. i don't remember the car ride home, i think i started freaking out really badly because i could just hear my friends yelling stop. the next 5 hours of my night i went to hell and back.

it started off with my body feeling really uncomfortable, i started itching all over, my heart felt like it was racing a million miles a minute, i started panicking and ran around the room for god knows how long while my friends just looked at me and told me to chill. this was all in super super fast motion to me, my hands and arms were moving but i didn't see them moving. i decided it might be best to lay down and try and chill out before i had a heart attack or stopped breathing. this did not help. i immediately started tripping with seeing bright colors, the tv and walls were shaking and moving, i felt i had no control over moving my body anymore, even though i know i kept rolling back and forth. my brain went through a million images in seconds, all the while my body felt everything my brain saw. at points i would hear noises all over my body in a defeaning volume. and then my body would feel like every single point of it was moving in the opposite direction of each other, so in theory i was ripping apart. my friends tell me i kept complaining about pain everywhere and that i was scared is what i kept saying. but my friend also swears i was passed out for most of the night. he said he called my name about 10 times and i didn't respond. i definitely was not passed out, i kept looking around the room and seeing all the weird alien like things and felt the alien feelings, nothing i experienced was human. i somehow managed to call a friend through this who talked to me for 3 hours or so to try and calm me down. i kept forgetting to breathe i was noticing, so i had to take control of my breathing. i was not comfortable in any part of my experience, all i could feel was weird sensations all over my body. at points i had out of body experiences even, i could see myself laying on the couch, and then i would float over to my friend still awake and try to talk to him, but he would just look at me and not say anything. i would then decide to try and ride it out and accept it, but i thought it had been an hour or two and i would look at my phone(without moving) and it had been maybe a minute or two had gone bye.

i started experiencing these things at around 3 am and i didn't stop experiencing these things until around 9 am when i finally passed out. passed out meaning finally stop tripping and feeling things all over my body. i managed to drive myself to my house at around 1030 am where i laid in bed for about a few hours. i was still high as shit, but i had stopped feeling the alien experiences and seeing things. instead i just felt numb, i didn't have any feeling in my body. i was high until about 11 pm that night. i finally started feeling human again. this was 26 hours of being high. i started smoking friday night at 9 pm before the movie. and finally stopped being high at 11 pm saturday night.

i had been searching online for people with similar experiences of what i had, and the only thing i could find that i could compare it to is people who had experienced the 4th plateau when taking dxm. i have no idea how this is possible, but i read a very good description and everything that person said is what i experienced. i'll link you to it here: http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=1880

in the end, this experience has made me rethink about myself in many different ways. before this i enjoyed smoking a lot, it relaxed me, it made me have fun with my friends and introduce me to a lot of new friends. however, the whole time i experienced this, i just kept thinking i wanted to die, i guess drugs aren't for everyone.

i still have no idea how this happened to me, or how it is even possible, maybe one of you can help me figure this out? sorry if this was a really boring read/the longest read ever.

[dabullsef]

read the rules against self-incrimination: http://www.drugs-forum.com/forum/ann...t.php?f=26&a=1

that's some crazy stuff. but swim thinks swiy might have smoked too much. tell swiy to try cutting back for a while or stopping for a while. swim thinks swiy should take a break.

[calamityspills]

shit, i missed that rule hahaha. and i can't find a way to edit it. anyways, swim thinks its probably a good idea to stop for a while. swim also found out other people have tripped off of jack herer, and maybe swim just smoked too much of it. who knows.

[majestic]

Originally Posted by calamityspills

somehow, unexplained by anyone i have ever met in my life, and people i normally smoke with, i got too high for my own good. most people will jump up and down shouting it was laced weed i smoked, but i smoked with 3 other people and none of them experienced anything ordinary, they just said it was really fucking good. it was a jack herrer x kush mix, i had never heard of those being mixed before, but i've now smoked it twice. the first day i tried it after we got it, it was the best experience ever being high, everything was surreal and it was a really smooth smoke. the second night we were going to see pineapple express, so we decided to smoke before going to see it of course. we packed my chillum really tightly and smoked the whole bowl before getting out of the car. immediately as i was walking to the movie theater, it hit me, the movie theater suddenly got super far away as did my friends. this part of my night was relatively normal for what the weed we smoked can do from my previous night experience smoking it. i was enjoying it a lot, i don't remember the movie much, but i guess i was laughing really loud.

next comes my second and third bowl of smoking this weed after the movie. after this i started getting a little bit more antsy, i couldn't really look at people, everything was semi distorted, when people talked to me it was hard to respond. but before i knew it we left where we were to go smoke some more before we went home to watch super high me. on the car ride home i started to relax more and started texting some people and had very normal conversations. we picked up our bong and packed it with another bowl of the weed. i took about 4 hits and on the last hit everything was in super super super slo mo. i knew i was done for after that so i passed every time they tried to pass it to me. a few seconds later, everything started getting weird. i don't remember the car ride home, i think i started freaking out really badly because i could just hear my friends yelling stop. the next 5 hours of my night i went to hell and back.

it started off with my body feeling really uncomfortable, i started itching all over, my heart felt like it was racing a million miles a minute, i started panicking and ran around the room for god knows how long while my friends just looked at me and told me to chill. this was all in super super fast motion to me, my hands and arms were moving but i didn't see them moving. i decided it might be best to lay down and try and chill out before i had a heart attack or stopped breathing. this did not help. i immediately started tripping with seeing bright colors, the tv and walls were shaking and moving, i felt i had no control over moving my body anymore, even though i know i kept rolling back and forth. my brain went through a million images in seconds, all the while my body felt everything my brain saw. at points i would hear noises all over my body in a defeaning volume. and then my body would feel like every single point of it was moving in the opposite direction of each other, so in theory i was ripping apart. my friends tell me i kept complaining about pain everywhere and that i was scared is what i kept saying. but my friend also swears i was passed out for most of the night. he said he called my name about 10 times and i didn't respond. i definitely was not passed out, i kept looking around the room and seeing all the weird alien like things and felt the alien feelings, nothing i experienced was human. i somehow managed to call a friend through this who talked to me for 3 hours or so to try and calm me down. i kept forgetting to breathe i was noticing, so i had to take control of my breathing. i was not comfortable in any part of my experience, all i could feel was weird sensations all over my body. at points i had out of body experiences even, i could see myself laying on the couch, and then i would float over to my friend still awake and try to talk to him, but he would just look at me and not say anything. i would then decide to try and ride it out and accept it, but i thought it had been an hour or two and i would look at my phone(without moving) and it had been maybe a minute or two had gone bye.

i started experiencing these things at around 3 am and i didn't stop experiencing these things until around 9 am when i finally passed out. passed out meaning finally stop tripping and feeling things all over my body. i managed to drive myself to my house at around 1030 am where i laid in bed for about a few hours. i was still high as shit, but i had stopped feeling the alien experiences and seeing things. instead i just felt numb, i didn't have any feeling in my body. i was high until about 11 pm that night. i finally started feeling human again. this was 26 hours of being high. i started smoking friday night at 9 pm before the movie. and finally stopped being high at 11 pm saturday night.

i had been searching online for people with similar experiences of what i had, and the only thing i could find that i could compare it to is people who had experienced the 4th plateau when taking dxm. i have no idea how this is possible, but i read a very good description and everything that person said is what i experienced. i'll link you to it here: http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php?ID=1880

in the end, this experience has made me rethink about myself in many different ways. before this i enjoyed smoking a lot, it relaxed me, it made me have fun with my friends and introduce me to a lot of new friends. however, the whole time i experienced this, i just kept thinking i wanted to die, i guess drugs aren't for everyone.

i still have no idea how this happened to me, or how it is even possible, maybe one of you can help me figure this out? sorry if this was a really boring read/the longest read ever.

im really glad that i read this. i feel that i finally might have met someone else who can tap into that realm without orally consuming super concentrated hash oils or thc distilled down with alcohol. on the surface its just a sensitivity issue. depends on how your particular cannbinoid receptors deliver the ingrediant thc from the physical world to the magical world of your psyche and how your particular mind is wired to manifest it into an experience. 80% of people who smoke do not even experience anything psychedelic at all, and almost all other 20 percent do, depending on product and setting, experience a mild psychedelic reaction. it seems like the percentage of people who break through to this incredible, terrifying, life changing place that thc can take you.
"swim" has had this experience first in 1994 (around age 12) and periodicly throughtout his life until up to 2 months ago (the worst one yet)
I will go over "swims" experience, then i will start to talk about different theories i have on the subject, but i will start by saying every single person i have ever spoke to that started to say "yea ive tripped on weed before" upon moderate questioning there story always was miles and miles away from some of the experiences this "swim" character has happened to have.


1994
"swim" was 12. 4th time smoking with friends. having a blast. upstate new york. somewhat natural setting, lake and pond with woods. moderatley potent outdoor skunk budd. ice bong. in a garage under a buddys house. all of a sudden depth perception and sound (voices) started to change into a trippy state. immediate reaction was excited and suprised bliss. on some subconcious level swim feels like they have been waiting for this experience there whole life. swim was all so happy to indulge into more and more of the bong hits. ignorantly and innocently believing that it would increase the amount of joy associated with this place.
there came this earth shattering shriek. a completley deffining sound comes over and the trip becomes violent. pure concentrated terror as swim notices that his body doesnt exist every other second because some insanley powerful surge of blinding and loud energy is pulsing and everytime it pulses his whole universe including his self dissolves into it. this goes on for what feels like weeks. litterally. no body, no name, just some kind of conciousness. and what a conciousness it was. alien thoughts was not even close to what these thoughts where. this was how i woudl imagine god thinks. there very instant idea of something would be a lighting fast surge of everything he thought he knew about the subject and more. all in an instant. with a full memory of everything that was thought. every half second was a another one. not just images of what he was thinking. i mean... whole movies of action with him as the narrater and starring role every half second. for what he thought would have had to be 2-3 weeks. flying through space. all of a sudden some spiral nebula that he was projecting his mind in the center of starts to dull and slow down until he realizes that he was staring at the extreme details of the carpet. he stands up quickly to an upstairs bedroom where his early 20's croud of friends is surounding him with terrified looks on there face. some had noticeable marks of a scuffle on their faces. he was then told that he was flopping and flayling around on the ground for 15 minutes straight, screaming and crying and begging god to be saved. the next 3 hours was a mixed up collage of illusions and audio hallucinations. a profound feeling of time stopping and a strobelight effect are just some of the effects present after the 15 minutes of space travelling.

when telling people about what happened to him it was laughed off. and he just assumed that this must be what its like when you smoke too much and that everybody has had that happen. and the other 3 hours of after shock was what every single person was dealing with every single time they got high. he assumed he would not ever smoke again.


1996
after hearing countless explenations on how weed can not do that and the whole "it was probably laced" scenerio. he casually started smoking again, but very sparingly. About 1 out of every 10 times it would start to feel like he was going to blast off into that outerrealm again. and the whole thing was somewhat nervewracking. always wondering if he smoked a little bit more whould it be enough to blast off again. eventually he quits save for a couple small puffs randomly with either no inhale or moderate inhale. At this time a fear/stigma is created about drugs and a drug free(secret fear) motto comes on him that last all the way through his teens and into adult life. He assumes he has quit for life


2007
at age 24. some hard times leads to change in conciousness. taking a half a pain killer excites some part of him again to try to face his fear and smoke some marijuana. it is done sparingly and carefully, and becomes enjoyable. with in 4-5 months a friend comes across sour diesel. a love relationship begins. absolute open minded marijuana advocate almost immediatly. lol looking back on the insane experiance of his childhood he was convinced that it was over and had to do with his own mind or fears. for now he is smoking a really psychodelic strain everyday all day. and is floating in a cloud of love, bliss and high understanding. occasionally the trip can become somehwat overwhelming or reminisent of the aftershock effect from the first experiance but it is overcome by a positive outlook and a calm embrace of his emotions. this remains this way. shortly after the diesel drys up and haze, and other good strains show up the will to smoke every day dies off (unless the diesel is around) and the tolerance starts to fluctuate depending on his week.

July 4th 2008

he hadnt smoked in almost one and a half days and was feeling really stressed out. tension level was high and the will to get out of this world stoned came on. (keep that in mind)
went to his dresser and grabbed a small piece of kush. now he had had kush off and on for about 3 months now. loved the smell but was still so obssessed with the diesel that the legendary kush high wasnt apealing to him. too tiresome of a feeling. he was getting used to it and sick of it. no doubt it is powerful nothing prepared him for what was was bout to happen.

1 rip. 4 inch glass pipe.

comes on strong isnt anyway to describe how this hit him. not something coming from the mind at all. it was like walking into traffic and being hit by a macktruck of confusing spiritual energy. just wisped him away. powerful confusing, psychotic imagery was everywhere like being in a psychodelic wind tunnel. it was loud. so fucking loud. it would come off and on like a rollercoaster, and each time it came on he was blinded and def. time could stop for really long periods of percieved time. here is a way to describe how the thought process is. he licked between his front teeth and gums and it was broken into one million slow strobes where the tounge would stop for each chemical it encountered (like sodium, oxygen, etc..) send an electrical signal to his head that sent back another machine like sound and feeling of communication that named it and explained its connection to each chemical around it as it interacted with my tounge. and when i noticed what i was doing i was in mid step with my foot in the air still. in other words. time had seemed to stop so that his head can do some super interactive biological computer thing then return him back to his step and no more then one half of a second passed. each time this would happened, as he looks around his environment (of which hes pretty sure hes running now) a shock of terror comes over him that is litterally that. a shock. comes from the back of his head and distributed through every cell in the body. now imagine what thats like as the head starts to stop time and analyse that. it was painful beyond belief. if anyone knows the powerful (hold you down feeling) that is associated with strong indicas sometimes refferred to as a couch lock. or body buzz. imagine that amplified by 20 and the oppressive hug that is normally comfortable is squeezing you till you think your eyeballs are gonna pop out all while surges of painful electricty are surging through you doing what feels like every single piece of you is being pulled in a another direction... and then it starts to get weird. he is sent back down into my body (what it felt like happened) andwas a little kid again. in front of school. im not talking about familair faces and scenerio, im talking about remember what he had just heard in class and tasting his lunch still, talking like he was a kid again. however everything is dream like and bright. something tells him in the back of his mind that this cant be real and that hes 24 and not here right now. but then again his mind is so blown away that it doesnt even exist anymore so it doesnt matter much. im just some spirit floating between different parralel existinces. hes coming out of them occasionally and going into the soup of loud painful electricity, and then sent down into a new one. and each scenerio is a past memory of his that gets changed slightly (because he might say something like "im not really here right now" or "im time travelling." but here is the wild thing. each scenerio is something that happened that i felt guilty, or humiliated about. and they all got played over so he could relive the incident and alot of them where beyond painful and some supressed memorys. towards the end of this phase. he was exhaustested and was crying when he recognised my body for the first time. i was still tripping and would be for quite sometime but hes out of the astral space realm and back on earth again. (just like in the first time this happened) there seems to be a certain level that can be reached that seperates you from this world and into a sea of madness. then when you come back your trip that is still compared to tails of acid and mushrooms happens.
4 or so hours of tripping beyond belief. hr truly truly believed he was dead. he truly believed he was just some spirit floating around without a body dipping his head into some formally invisible plasma and then going back down into reality and not nowing how to land in the original dimension that he left from. so hes just going up and down looking for the right one. he land in one (which he ended up staying in until it became normal again) and hes kneeling in front of a catholic church. the experience starts to lesson a little and im able to think normally. instead of like some tripped out superbrain alien. hes trying to put all the peices together and figure out if he is in purgatory or if he was given a second chance by god. or if the catholic church is some evil portal for lost spirits. ( i saw grey haird ghost stumbling around behind the church) the trees (woods where calling me) birds were landing and talking to me. he was utterly convinced that he was dead. and had accepted it. he noticed that as he started to trip (like hear things talk to him and pull him) his heart was beating hard and as fast as a hummingbird. (litterally though, not figuritivley.) his heart would start pounding till it felt like it would explode. i mean it really hurt. this would only happen when he would trip. combined with being able to float around above his body, he was under the impression that this was the near death experience he heard about and the more he get to certain places (like chruches and woods and certain paths on the road which he thought where portals into places, like hell or heaven or purgatory) the faster and harder it would beat. slowly but surley reality started coming into place. but not before a sparrow of sort landed on the branch that was in front of him and started talking to him (saying things like "does god pity himself, and "u thought you were god)

when he came to (shortly after noticing his body and that he was infront of the church) he checked the clocks (after remmebering that things like clocks existed) what felt like a fucking year long of torture he noticed it was 6 hours later.

At a 4th of july bbq of which he spent 80 bucks on meats he took one hit of kush (which i had smoked bowl after bowl after bowl before) and lost his mind. he walked (ran) aproximatly 30 miles. for 6 hours. when he got back home he had almost 50 missed calls. and was exhausted to the bone. couldnt move, talk or think. past out, slept 10 hours and woke up still feeling stoned. looking back on the experience there was alot of things that made the hair stand up on his arm. the whole proccess of animating and reliving humiliating memorys of his past (whcih include being bulllied by kids, and tripping and falling down as i was walking by some childhood crush) felt like he was being judeged. like judegment day for a decised soul. coming to infront of a church after running for hours with no view or memory of where he was going.

there is a lot of history and evidence that the "holy anointing oil" that prophets moses and jesus are said to have used before spiritually healing people is from cannabis. not to mention the overall story from indigenous users claiming its healing propertys, rastafarians being a popular group of them. i think that there is a big thing with thc. sometype of "die and come back" metaphor for rebirth or something. im sure all o of you in here can also attest to some type of inate and undescribable internal feeling or knowledge that no matter how much people might tell you its wrong, that you are actually somehow on the right path. from some research i think there is evidence pointing to the entire natural psychodelic experience being linked to the religous experiance, maybe even the entire basis for any "real religous" experience if not all of human kinds expansion of conciousness in general. from ape to what we are now. i mean think about it. remove everything that man has made. everything. now there would just be you (and other people) animals, and then nature. we would probably get hungry and go out and put plants and wild natural growth in our mouths and consume them... where is our knowldge of god or gods coming from? our evolving conciousness? what sparked it?


he didnt smoke for 3 or 4 days after that. then slowly started to creep back in. and now almost 2 mnonths later everything is back to normal. but who knows when the "thing" will happen again.

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for future reference, don't quote someone who accidentally self-incriminates as now they cannot edit away the evidence.....

[calamityspills]

well, swim is glad to know he is not alone in this experience. swim thought he was crazy and the cannabis just triggered the genes in his brain or something. whats interesting is swiy also used some of the same choice of words as swim would have chosen for his trips report. also it should be noted if swim smokes really good potent weed like kush, durban poison, etc, swim usually trips a little bit. but nothing compared to the experience he had the other night with the jack herer cross. usually its very enjoyable and funny, such as talking to himself in imaginary mirrors and seeing funny images that he knows aren't there. never has he not been able to control it however like this last time. every second seemed like a year, swim wanted to die at one point he remembers, but was afraid like swiy that he was stuck in limbo and never would die and he was stuck there forever.

swim wonders if swiy has tried anything psychedelic like shrooms or acid? a lot of people tell swim not to, but then others say to try it because it doesn't sound as bad as what swim experienced with weed and is told you can snap out of it on acid rather quickly if someone talks to you if you take a small dose.

if you have any other info please let me know, since you've been through this more than once. swim is scared that it will happen again, but doesn't think he will quit smoking forever. he was a pretty avid weed smoker before the experience.

[chrisn]

SWIY can probably avoid this happening in the future by using slower methods of getting high. Big rips on a bong can get a lot of THC to hit the brain all at once. Swap the bong for a simple dry pipe or joint.

[fiveleggedrat]

Especially for people who smoke lower grade weed like Swim. Swim can only find/afford cheap 7ish percent THC stuff which is not remotely psychedelic at all.

Try smoking different strains!

Swim takes huge bong rips because he smokes what most the the world calls "dirt weed".

[Mutil]

Swim recommends using bowls, preferably with a small hole for sucking the smoke. very efficient, and it doesn't hit all at once.

[Junket]

jesus majestic

thats a crazy ass post

but yea OP, getting high and seeing pineapple express was a good call on your part.
that movie is hilarious