Leonard Helplessness
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BEGIN GENERIC DRUG SHIT HERE
My spring break drinking binge turned into a five month binge. I'm about 200 lbs, and when I started out I only needed about three shots to get wasted. I found myself drinking more and more as time progressed. Soon I graduated to a fifth of vodka every night. After drinking by myself until 7 in the morning, falling down a flight of stairs, and not being able to remember driving to the waffle house, I decided to quit cold turkey.
I remember throwing up for about three or four days. I would be sweating one second, but freezing the other. I couldn't eat because the thought of food made me cough up bile from the pit of my gut. Water also made me vomit for the first day. I smoked a lot of weed because it helped the nausea and also because I needed to be knocked the fuck out.
I also remember having really vivid dreams about driving into the surface of the sun. I would wake up on the other end of the room in front of a fan I didn't remember turning on. I didn't seriously entertain the idea of withdrawals because... I guess I was a scared 18 year old girl. The emergency room told me I had an unknown virus and sent me home after I tested negative for swine flu.
some guy gets fucked out of his gourd on amt
Then, m turned on some Phish. We smoked a couple bowls of midgrade and it tasted incredible. Now, about 4.5 Hours after ingestion, the colors started. First, it was subtle, just sort of like everything was slightly glowing. But within another 30 minutes it was a full blowout, everything was colors. I remember looking at my hand with the ceiling being the background. My hand was orange and my fingernails were black. They grew out of my hand slowly and it was fucking incredible. The background (the ceiling,) was a total shifting-rainbow. It kept changing but was a constant flow of certain colors. It was just totally incredible.
Now at this point (5.0 - 5.5 Hours later,) I was still feeling very euphoric and lovey. M is sort of homophobic and strange, and I was lying on his leg. He kept calling me 'gay' and whatnot, and it started to sort of irk me. After repeated abuse, I finally flipped the fuck out. I sort of remember the next 2 hours, but it began like this…
1:00 (6.0 Hrs after ingestion)] I became convinced that I was gay. I sat in the middle of m's bed trying to figure out my sexuality. I kept saying 'I got it!', 'I lost it!' Over & over. Basically, I’d figure everything out. But then, I’d forget everything I’d just figured out, probably because it never made sense in the first place.
2:00 (6.5 Hrs)] I call my girlfriend [I barely remember this, but was told many a time about it,] I ask her if she thinks I’m pretty and if she thinks I should be gay. She gets freaked out and I don't remember anything she said. I don't even remember calling her.
3:00 (6.7 Hrs)] I absolutely hate cats. Especially when I’m tripping. I tried to murder M's cat, I chased it around the house yelling and throwing garbage at it for probably 5 minutes. M's freaking out at this point and trying to tackle me. I ran downstairs and ended up breaking all of my cd's (godamnit.) I also broke M's computer speakers. Apparently music really tripped me out.
4:00 (7.0 Hrs)] M is scared, he calls my mom. My mom tells him to call an ambulance, and he does so.
5:00 (7.2-3 Hrs)] Ambulance arrives. For some strange reason, I get in willingly. They take me outside and I remember thinking the ambulance was parked on the roof of the house. They put me on the stretcher and I asked them how they planned to get me on the roof. Those asshole bastards, they just treated me like I was crazy. Which isn't good when you're feeling like you're going crazy.
6:00 (7.5 Hrs)] Hell begins. Imagine lying in the back of a screaming ambulance with two guys who won't answer any of your questions or look at you. They continually stick strange instruments into your body and inject you with god knows what. They won't talk to me. Why? It drove me absolutely crazy. I start to think, 'maybe I am crazy?'
7:00 (8.0 Hrs)] Get to the hospital. I'm lying in the bed, strapped down. I think the doctor is Ronald McDonald, and I call him Dr. Ronald McDonald. Mr. McDonald asks what hurts. I tell him my genitals. I kick and scream and tear off the sheets. I think at this point I also urinated on myself. I can't remember anything except having to pee really badly for almost an hour. I remember seeing my mother there and thinking how out of my head I must've looked. I felt absolutely psychotic and I thought I was stuck tripping like this, locked inside of my brain for the rest of my life. Pretty frightening.
8:00 (8.2 Hrs)] Doctors inject me with a central nervous system depressant. Not quite sure what the dosage, all I remember is one minute everything being colors and chaos, and the next being rolled down a hallway and not being able to move. Not really wanting to move either. I stayed in that coma-like state for about 18 hours. I was awake, but not quite conscious. I could mumble to people and I drooled a whole lot. I woke up, basically, feeling a lot better.
After this whole experience, I was subjected to a ton of different medical 'professionals' who thought that I was in a terrible depression and I had tried to commit suicide. I kindly tried to inform them that I was just experimenting with something new, but apparently none of them thought that I was old enough to comprehend 'experimenting'. I had to speak to a psychologist before they'd let me leave the hospital, and they made me undergo a bunch of tests to make sure the AMT hadn't fucked my brain up totally.
In conclusion, AMT was incredible.
"Thrown off the roof"
Monday 7:30 a.m. I chugged a fifth of vodka and got smashed (normal routine for me)
10:00 a.m. I decided to chug another fifth (not routine) and from there I blacked out. Next thing I know it's 5:00 p.m. I went to the liquor cabinet and found it empty. OH SHIT! I had no money left, so I knew what comes next: HELL! I knew it was going to be a rough night, but not like I ever expected. One should know that I haven't touched alcohol since this happened, and I pray for those who still suffer such an affliction.
Anyway, I'm sure you heard about pink elephants? Well, it's not true. They are actually demons! HORRIBLE DEMONS!!!!! When the withdrawls began, I began to shake violenly. This was normal for me, considering that I went through it several times before. Then I blacked out again, which I didn't expect. I can only assume that it was a seizure. When I came to, it was around 2:00 a.m. That is when the hallucinations began.
I was sitting on the roof of a victorian style house lookin at the ground approx. 3 stories below. Sitting next to me was my fiance. The funny thing is that she died three years prior (I've been drinking non-stop since). She pointed to the lawn below and said, 'You should be down there, Not up here.' After that she transformed into a nightmarish 'THING' that I couldn't possibly describe in words without crying. 'IT' then picked me up and threw me off of the roof. When I fell to the ground, it hurt. It actually happened? Not likely, but when I came out of my delirium, I realised I was wandering around in my neighborhood and there was a huge gash on my head. I had lost alot of blood. I happened to have my cell phone with me, so I called myself an ambulance, in which they treated me for my injury and detoxed me safely with librium.
Today I am alcohol free an happy.
IM A GOD NOW
550mg methylone, a ton of alcohol, 40mg of 4-ho-mipt
I daze in and out of conciousness for god knows how long but do remember 'coming round' about 4am. Visuals are so unbeleivably heavy they're unreal. Spacial distorsion to an astonishing degree, rooms are so out of persepctive I'm unsure that I'm actully in them. I decide to go into the garden for a cig. As I sit there I feel almost god like. I sit at the garden table and I'm sure there are other dark spirirts sat around the table with me and I feel like some kind of intergalatic physcadellic being. I feel like a dark being, a deeply sinister and dark being surrounded at the table by other similar beings with starnge swirling bats flying around us. Visuals are very intense.
I go back inside and try to calm down. It doesnt work. I panic. I panic a lot. Grab a coat and go into the garden again. I jump over the garden fence and start walking at a ferocious pace, I walk about 4 miles to a local farmers field with a lake in the middle of it, my only mental reasoning at the time being 'theres water there, if I can get there I'll be fine.'
I kept telling myself 'Its a drug, it'll wear off' over and over again but when I got to about 7am things werent improving, people were turning up at the lake and I was still very much out-of-control and very much panicked. I was starting to get auiable hallicinations aswell, strange noises and noises from people that werent there. By this point I'm no longer drunk or under the influenace of the methylone however cannot understand why the 4homipt still has such an unforgiving and strong grip of me.
Meanwhile, back in the field, I was using my hand as a 'How-much-am-I-still-tripping' gauge. I'd look at it to see if it looked any less weired than it had previous, and each time it looked like some horrid twisted tree branch, like something from a tim burton film, whats more, something that didnt belong to me.
I assess the situation. I've walked at least 4 miles at the speed of a possessed beast fleeing the scene of a crime and drunk little water. I feel dehydrated. I ponder drinking water from the lake but am sure that will arouse suspicion from surrounding dog walkers. If indeed the dog walkers are really there at all.
I check my pockets. Shit me. I have my mobile phone and its charged up. FANTASTIC. I think if only I could articulate my situation to someone. I have a 'test' conversation with my self to see if I can still talk. I can't. Not without sounding like horrible and un-natural. I can't think of words to say either. I barely rememebr my name.
At this point I became very alarmed and feared very slightly for my life. Looking back I fell into a deep state of panic when I jumped over the fence and fled. I should have just stopped. Thought for a second, gone back, gone bed and sweated it out. Here I am wasted to fuck on some chemical I cant even remeber the name of, dehydrated, potentialy scaring the shit out of innocent dog walkers at 7am in the morning. I phone my best friend and partner in crime, M. M doesnt answer. I call again and again and again again. I'm getting cold as well.
I text him. The mobile phone is very very difficult to use. I can focus on it visually but find it hard to fathom what I meant to do in order to acheive my desired outcome. All I can muster is 'NEED HELP....HELP.' No response.
Dude came and talked him down.
HIGH SCHOOLERS GETTING DRUNK
The next thing I know I am waking up at 4:30 in the morning with my pants off. I am thinking to myself 'Oh fuck what happened?' I turned to my friend and said 'What the fuck man?' He just laughed at me. I stumbled my way into a car and got home, driven home by my still very drunk friend. Ok then I wake up in my bed feeling like absolute SHIT. I ran into the bathroom and puked. Then I started taking a shower and puked. I went back to bed and puked.
My parents didn't see me puking but they knew what had happened. My dad comes up to me and says 'What the hell happened last night? You came home with your dick hanging out of your pants and wearing someone else's shoes.' Apparently I forgot to zip my fly and I just grabbed a random pair of shoes from the party, they were girl size 6, I am size 12. I talked to my friends about the previous night and they told me that I was so drunk I passed out immediately, but not before mumbling some stuff in Russian (my native language). When I was passed out some girls stole my pants and I woke up and began puking uncontrollably. I was told by several people that I had puked on at least 10 different occasions that night.
I puked in a flower bed, outside, on some bed sheets, in the garage, on the drive way, and on some guy. When I was passed out my friend tried to move me to the garage because I was puking so much. While moving me he dropped me unto the floor and I had a bruise there the morning after. I was laying unconscious in the garage for hours just puking away. A girl gave me some blankets so I wont be cold but I just puked all over those. My friend gave me a bowl to puke in and I just smacked my face into it and passed out again. I also had some strange things in my pockets the morning after, my friends wet socks were stuffed inside my pockets, I also had a scratch on my cock (how the hell did that happen I don't know, but I sure want to know).
The morning after hangover was so intense that when I went to drink a glass of water, as soon as I drank half a glass I started puking it out. My stomach was incredibly sore as was my throat. My brain could not function right the morning after, on many occasions I had forgotten that I even drank last night but then I puked some more and remembered. Some people said I am luck to have woken up from that. I was later informed that I drank 'more than I've ever seen anyone drink in my life man'. For the next couple months the thought of alcohol made me want to puke again. My throat was so sore from puking that swallowing my saliva was extremely painful. During my 3 day hangover I must have puked at least 10 times, had very bad diarrhea, and got grounded for 2 weeks.
ABSINTHE
I managed to gather the information that I had wandered over to my local pub with my mate who was also drinking the absinthe.
Apparently I made a complete fool of myself, shouting and swearing and wanting to fight a large group of steroid abusers. And this is not my nature at all. Make love not war, I have always said. I'm usually a quiet person who just enjoys a smoke and a few mushrooms now and then. But that stuff changed me in way that I now see why Vincent Van Gogh cut his ear off. Because he was drinking that devilish stuff excessively and I was in such a state that I probably would have as well. My mother apparently found me outside my backdoor with my trousers around one ankle, head butting the door and cursing everything under the sun. And no mother wants to see their 17 year old son in such a mess, trying to make snow angels on wet grass in the pouring down rain.
SMOKIN TOAD
about a week ago a friend found a toad near a pond by our cabin(we live in australia). It was bufo. I was pretty excited to try this because the friend I was with said that if I take a big hit it is very intense. It was about 3:00PM and my friend obtained the venom with out hurting the toad. We let it dry for a little bit and we finaly put it in a glass test tube and lit it up I took a hit first and about a couple seconds later it came on so strong all I remember was seeing bright colors and then becoming so dizzy and my vision went black I woke up on the floor curled up in a ball about 20 minutes later and realized that I had urinated and shit myself. There was also vomit all over my shirt my friend was also about done with his trip and said his trip was nowhere as intense as mine was. I will really think again before trying toad.
AYAHUASA WHAT
It was finally time to drink the brew. I went outside to my backyard, which was filled with beautiful herbs, flowers and trees and laid out a blanket to sit on. I had crushed the Syrian Rue seeds and put them into capsules, and to start it off I took 3 pills (there were 6 Rue capsules in all), and about 5 minutes later I took the last 3 pills. I drank the brew slowly, over about a period of 30 minutes.
After about an hour after taking the brew the experience was kicked into high gear. The brown fence that surrounded my backyard came alive with tribal faces and designs. Visually, things were entrancing. I had numerous closed eye visuals that seemed to be triggered by what I thought was “aligning my chakras”. Kaleidoscopic Buddhas entered my inner world and floated all around. I got up to dance and while I was dancing, a voice came inside my head and told me that life was just a endless dance. I was reenacting the birth and death of the universe. I became Kali, and my voice roared with anger, but then the inner voice came back and reminded me of the dance. My body also seemed to be changing, my skin seemed to be getting lighter and more old and feminine, but then quickly flashed back to it’s original form.
My mother came outside to see how I was doing, and now I could see how much the Ayahuasca was affecting my vision. My mothers face seemed to be made up of many pastel colors that glided to and fro. We talked about how I was feeling and how I could help humanity. But at the time, I just felt that humanity was stuck in it’s endless dramas, and I was in a place beyond drama, where I understood that everything was just a dance no more no less. She left me a short time after, and I felt guilty about not taking the right action or really integrating what my mother had said. So I came inside and talked to her about her country, Colombia and then decided to dance with my mom. We put on some Carlos Vives and had a fun time laughing and dancing. But then I started getting woozy and it was hard for me to understand her and the music seemed to become metallic and foreboding. At this point I can’t remember anything else, I blacked out.
But the next morning when I woke up, my mother and father told me of the nightmare that I had wrought on myself and on them.
Supposedly I started screaming “Rape!” and “Homosexuality!” at the top of my voice. I tried to hurt myself by jumping over the fence of my backyard. They told me I had taken off my pants and underwear and started clutching my testicles. I got very aggressive and as my dad tried to hold me down, I bit his nipple and hurt him very badly. They said I had a deranged look in my eyes, and that I did not stop screaming “Rape!” and “Homosexuality!” for about 3 hours straight. I do not remember any of this. I hurt myself by scratching my face, arms, and falling numerous times.
The next morning when they told me of this, I looked at my body, and all over are bruises and cuts from where I hurt myself. Without my dad, I don’t know if my mom could’ve controlled me.
In conclusion, I feel I made my brew too powerful,
BELLADONNA
It has only been 6 days since my first (and last) belladonna experience. Having read up extensively on this plant I was quite excited to find a large bush of deadly nightshade at a local park and as I grabbed a twig to examine the purple berries I squeezed the contents into my eye. It immediately began to sting; I licked my finger (stupid idea) and rubbed furiously at my eyeball. Before walking to the park, I had drunk around about 5 standard drinks so I was pleasantly inebriated as I walked home after the incident with the berries.
(00.15 mins after absorption)
As I walked home, I began to feel very very drunk, my head felt extremely heavy and I was stumbling quite badly. However I continued to drink when I got home.
(00.30 mins after absorption)
My head is now extremely heavy; feel drunker than I’ve ever been before. Hallucinating very badly, I saw myself, my own body and walked around myself and screamed at myself. Kicked at myself (which was actually a wall) then became disinterested as my phone was ringing. I answered and it was my friend. I told him via lots of screaming that I had eaten magic mushrooms and I felt funny. Then another friend rang and I felt out of control and I told her I had taken heroin.
(00.50 mins after absorption)
A dog ran out in front of me, it was my old dog, which had long since passed away. For some reason I thought this was real, it seemed so real. My head was full of static noise as I followed my dead dog down to the park where I had originally taken the deadly nightshade into my eye. As I walked my legs would fall out from under me causing me to go crashing into the road, but my dog would always wait for me.
(Approx an hour and half after absorption)
When I reached the park I was hallucinating widely (although it still seemed normal). I’ve taken a lot of hallucinogens (LSD, mescaline, DMT etc. quite a few times) but these visions were nothing like them, for one they were a change of the entire scenery and to me they seemed real.
There was lightning all around me, the sky was ripped apart and clouds sweeping by quickly, they were tinged with red. All around me (its 8.00 pm) the normally deserted park is filled with people; horrible gray shadows with back holes for eyes, there are thousands of them. The trees are dripping with blood and the ground is littered with body parts. These people are laughing at me, but I can only hear them in my head, they scream at me, horrible things about the universe coming to an end. I remember grabbing my head and screaming.
(Approx two hours after absorption)
nb. This account is from my friends who found me; at this point I no longer have a recollection of what happened.
I was found at the park, screaming in some unknown language at the top of my voice, I was deliberately hurling myself towards the ground, into trees and walls and attempting to throw myself into the river. They called the ambulance who then called the cops. They spent at least half an hour trying to settle me down but I was too confused and violent. The police handcuffed me and tried to hold me down but I threw them off. The ambulance officers shot me up six times with a sedative, which finally brought me down.
I spent 3 days in an induced coma and five days in intensive care, this is where I woke up having no idea what had happened or who I was.
The Australian doctors had never seen a case of belladonna/atropine poisoning before and decided that an opiate derivative and general anesthetic was a good treatment.
Belladonna was a descent into absolute madness; to this day my vision has not recovered (blurry and unable to focus), of all the drugs I’ve used belladonna was the strongest and most terrifying. I would never recommend this plant to anyone who doesn’t want to wipe themselves out to the point of dying. It wasn’t ‘trippy’, enlightening and fun. It was the most horrific experience I’ve ever had before.
THE TERROR
I was going through a bad time, my wife had left me, I was stuck with the kids, no money, no food, no transportation. I had used shamanic drumming before to discover certain things, and I decided to do it again, but with a 'little help'. I had a large shrub of Brugsmansia sanguinea I had grown from a cutting. I made a tea, and not knowing a proper dosage, guessed at 2 leaves and two reddish orange flowers. I went to bed, and tried to do some drumming. After a while, I felt the drug coming on, quite strong, but for some reason, I fought it. I fell asleep. I had terrifying dreams of being chased by a demon who kept smashing my face into the projectors in a movie-theatre projection booth where I worked. I woke up at one point, from pain, as I ran into the kitchen counter at full speed, which smacked me down, and I crashed on my back on the hard floor, no hands to cushion me whatever. I gasped from the shock and pain and 'passed out' again. That's all I remember.
When I awoke the next morning, I felt very strange. There was blood on the sheets, my legs were cut up, some nasty cuts on my forehead. My son stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me. He looked at me strangely and said, 'Dad, I think you need to come into the living room.' I followed him and stared aghast at the carnage. A large plate glass window, about 4 feet by 8 feet, had been smashed - it was not safety glass, there were ominous daggers of glass. It seems I had gone through it, fortunately knees first, or I would have been decapitated. I had torn the back door off its hinges, same thing with the clothes dryer. 'What happened?' I asked him.
He said I went crazy during the night, they didn't know why. The three kids cowered in their room as I ran back and forth through the house, smashing full speed into walls (evidently at the same time as my dreams of being chased by the demon). I was yelling and saying strange things. I stood in the shower with my clothes on and wept. I seemed intent on destroying myself, and did the aforementioned damage to the window and door.
I went to check myself in the mirror. I looked like a Martian - my blue-green eyes were completely black, like those guys infected by the alien virus in the 'X-Files'. And I was cut up very badly.
DO NOT TRY THIS STUFF!!! maybe under controlled circumstances with an experienced shaman it would be a different experience, but I could have been killed, and it was truly the most frightening experience of my life.
I MUST BE CRAZY
I called Cindy to find out a little more about my night, not expecting to hear a lot, as I believed that I could remember most things. When she answered I was in for a rude shock, her first words being 'DONT YOU EVER TAKE THAT SHIT AROUND ME AGAIN! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE KIND OF HELL YOU PUT ME THROUGH LAST NIGHT? I'VE PROBABLY LOST MY JOB AND MY ROOM AND ITS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!'
f***, not what I expected, my obvious reply 'What did I do?' For such a short question i received an extremely long and painful answer. 'You pissed on my bedroom wall, my hallway wall, the bathroom wall, your pants, and just about anything else you could get your penis close to. You then proceeded to lay in my landlords bed, wet pants and all, got bored with that, went into the bathroom and ran a hot shower...never got in it, the water ran cold, moved back over to the toilet and attempted to shove multiple rolls of toilet paper down the 'S' bend, then sat in the bath talking gibberish to no one in particular. You were convinced that light is actually a form of sound that had re-wired itself into our hands and if you know how to drink it properly you'll turn blue' (she backed up this statement with a recording, it was undeniably my voice) this is when i started to realise that this really wasn't a joke, and that my memory of the nights adventures and activities was completely unreliable. I had heard enough from Cindy, and felt sufficiently ashamed with my actions to shed a tear. I didn't call my father, scared of the response I would receive.
My phone rang - Jack, a good mate. 'Hey Jack. How's things?'...'Thanks for calling this morning at 1 am, 2:30 AND 3 o'clock. I only answered the first time. Your an f-ing idiot. What's this shit your were carrying on about? Something about lasers and confregilations...WHAT THE HELL IS A CONFREGILATION?' I simply apologized, explained what I had taken, and hung up the phone, feeling even worse.
Eventually I had to face the music and go home. Dad didn't say much aside from 'If you do anything like this again, your out for good.' The horrible feeling in my gut intensifying further.
The worst side affect of this drug is the embarrassment and shame I felt when told of my actions on the drug.
MORE RETARDS DRINK PLANT TEA
I have had a few personal experiences with Moonflowers. I took ten white flowers (a dose way above the 'recommended') boiled them in 200ml water and added 100ml milk afterwards. This was at about 7pm.
The first (approx.) hour was all waiting, but somewhere in the following hour I became extremely incoherent. The last thing I remember was shading my eyes from the brightness of the street lights. Apparently, I had run into to the road and was duly run over.
The night in hospital was hell...for everyone else that is. I had become a madman, security having to hold me down. I had almost lost my life in the crash, yet I was oblivious of any pain or discomfort.
The next morning the hallucinations were still running rife. I smoked imaginary cigarettes that would constantly fall out of my fingers or disintergrate into sand. I couldn't recognise my own mother and my mind had somehow convinced itself that I was at home in my bed and everybody in the room was just strangers in my room, even though I couldn't remember where the sores on my ankles and head had come from. I only became 'fully' coherent at about 8pm the night after I had consumed the flowers. Strangest thing was that I couldn't read for about three days, the letters were just one huge blur. The problem with this stuff is that there is no way in which one could tell the difference between a hallucination and reality.
Now you might say that I took way too much, but then again this wasn't the last trip I experienced. After hearing about my experience, a friend who had thought my story was very funny, declared that he also wanted to experience this trip.
Knowing that I had taken way too much last time I prepared a 'much softer' batch. I took three flowers, some hot water and just softly pulped the flowers for about a minute. I then rewarmed this and made coffee out the concoction. He drank it at approximately 8pm. My friend spent his entire trip at my house, luckily for him. I never expected him to become so tripped out. At first he seemed fine, for the first 35 min. He went to the bathroom and didn't come out. 20 minutes later his brother and I went into the bathroom and found him lying inside the bath. He couldn't walk, couldn't speak (although he constantly seemed to mumble things), but I could see in his face that his mind was working overtime. The hallucinations were too strong for him to handle. He wet himself twice that night, and did not sleep for one second.
The trouble came in the morning though, because by now his body had 'come to'. He was able to walk, but his speech was still impaired, and yet the hallucinations were still running his mind completely. He knocked things over everywhere and was having a 'hectic conversation' with my mother (who couldn't understand a word). He kept on speaking about horses standing in my garden and wanted to open the doors. This was at about 8am. About 2 hours later (when the hallucinations began to calm down and his ability to speak had fully returned) I began to 'experiment' on how his cognitive mind was working. Well... it wasn't. Simple math sums, like one plus one and five hundred plus five, posed a huge problem to him. His inability to tell me his own or mine or his brother's or his father's names also really bothered me.
This, unfortunately, was not the last time the 'drug' was used by a friend. I've had a few more who fell victim to their use of this plant, and each and every one of them ended up in hospital or jail. One of my friends got 'lost' in a large stretch of veld not too far from his house and spent almost the entire weekend falling around in the veld. The latest 'fool' wasn't so lucky, it does not seem as if his mind will fully recover from the trip. He resides in an institution until his mind recovers, if it does. I say 'fool' because this was a friend who knew what had happened to everybody else (only bad experiences), but still took the chance and he..., well, paid the price.
CORN FIELD OF BURGOWHATEVER PLANT
When it was dry, I went to my friends house with it but it never said the dose, so I winged it. I took about 4 grams of and put it between some gram crackers. In about 15 minutes I started to feel really different kind of like I was becoming drunk. But the day just kept getting weirder. Then me and my 3 miscellaneous friends went out to smoke some ganja. We had to walk to a field to smoke and it started to get hard to walk in a straight line. And when we finally did get to the corn field I was unable to pack a bowl so I asked my friend to pack it, and when he did he gave it to me. But when I did hold it I wasn’t able to hit it.
So I just went with it and it got a little weirder. The next thing I remember I was it was dark out and I stood up above the corn and I saw 3 cops walking towards me and at the time I thought I was still with my friends but I was alone talking to the cops but I was still talking to my friends who weren’t there. So the cops new that I wasn’t normal. They noticed that there was mud in my mouth and I had no idea where it came from. Later I found out I was passed out face down in the mud.
So the cops took me to their cop car but before they took me out of the field I said 'wait aren’t we gonna take this we can't forget it'? They said 'take what'? and I said the corn. So immediately after that they took me straight to their car and we waited there for an ambulance because they seemed worried. I guess because every time I would look away I would forget they were there and I would start talking to my friends who were long since gone. And when the ambulance came they started to drive me to the hospital while I was in the ambulance strapped down to a stretcher I kept trying to get out of it and I kept unbuckling it during this the police officer that was in the back with me was having a hard time keeping me from moving and trying to unbuckle it he must have told me to stop trying to get out about 10 times before we got to the hospital.
The story is just gay from here.
I PUNCHED A COP
At first I was like this shit sucks around 20 min. Later I felt like I drank a bottle of whisky I felt so drunk it was fun at fist the walk home seemed short I remember getting home I went to my room I took a bite of a chicken I had left over from dinner when I tried to swallow it I choked on it my throat was so dry like cotton mouth but worse I felt so drunk that I got tired and I said to my self that’s it I’m done I laid down to sleep that was the worst mistake I ever made I don’t remember waking up I had a flash back after and see my self walking right into the wall in my room but I don’t remember nothing really only certain things.
My mom had seen me tripping see tells me that she asked me 'hey what’s wrong with you'?
I turned and looked at her and said don’t worry about it and slammed the door in her face she ended up calling the cops because she didn’t know what to do my older brother was there and my sister in law she said that she saw me in the rest room with conditioner all over my hands and face I was really tripping then.
By the time the cops showed up I was seeing things my eyes were all blurry I could not focus and one of cops told me hey do you know were you’re at? I said sure we are at the police station when we were in my front room then the cop asked me have a seat and of course said no but you see cops don’t take no for an answer so he grabs a hold of me and sits me down I reacted and punched him right in the face. At that same moment I snapped out of it I heard my mom yell stop!! And my brother say the same the cop whips out his beating stick I remember seeing it click I heard it also from there my mom took me to the hospital with to cops as escorts but I don’t remember the ride there but I recall some things like seeing rats every ware seeing objects and shapes and all this might seem fun but it wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy the high any ways I spent about 3 days tripping in the hospital the come down was sick I felt weak for 2 days.
GUY DOES A TON OF DRUGS, KEEPS A LOG, FLIPS THE FUCK OUT
9:00 PM – Drunk and very happy about life. I am about to show my parents my drinking problem.
The log ended there. The rest of the night was retold to me by the various witnesses involved. I stumbled into my parent's room, screaming and talking randomly about everything, drunk as hell. I started throwing stuff around, swearing at everyone I met, and laughing a lot. Apparently I kept complaining of seeing visions and vivid hallucinations and it was horrifying me.
I became extremely sexual, so when the cops came by I hit on them again and again, and soon they had little choice but to call the ambulance due to the huge amount of drugs I had obviously ingested. I was rude to everyone at the hospital. I pulled my IV out, pissed all over the nurse picking some stuff I threw down for some reason, and even offered to give the cops blowjobs if they let me go. The Doctors confirmed that other than completely out of my mind, I was fine to go, but my parents refused to let me come home, so I was tossed into the drunk tank. Apparently this entire time I kept asking what was going on, because my 'memory was off' as the cops said, I couldn't remember what I said a half minute ago, or even why I was where I was.
He also recalled me having conversations with people who weren't there, suddenly going from outright depressed, to happy, to angry, and then back again, for no reason. I also kept asking to go to prison so I could be 'gangraped', and that I wanted to jerk off right there.
When thrown into the drunk tank I took a shit all over, tried eating it and had to be tasered to stop, pissed under the door, jerked off in the tank, thrown all of my clothing off and dunked my head in the toilet, attacked a cop and had a shot of mace in my face, and I even had entire conversations with invisible people. I was out of my mind.
At about 5:00 AM I snapped out of it when the drugs finally wore off, and I was confused. Due to having no memory of the night before because Zopiclone destroys your ability to make memories while on it--hence why I kept a log ready so I could record as I tripped--I was horrified. There was I, naked, in a sealed room with water everywhere, smelling like piss and shit, and handcuffed to the wall. The next few hours were the most terrifying few hours of my life as nobody came to my aid, and I wouldn't be allowed out for another six hours.
MORE HIGH SCHOOLERS DRINK PLANT TEA BECAUSE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA
After the movie, our friend Samantha came to take us to our friend Rob's house to smoke more. By the time she arrived, I was speaking mostly nonsense. I felt like I was talking normally, but neither of them could understand, so it was kind of frustrating. We got in Sam's car. On the ride I thought I was smoking a cigarette, but I kept dropping it and then I wouldn’t be able to find it. This would continue for the next three days. We got to Rob's house and they all smoked another blunt. They didn't give me any, but I didn’t notice, I was still smoking my imaginary cigarettes and speaking gibberish. I went into Rob's bathroom and tried to pee again. In my mind I still couldn't pee. From what I found out later, I actually peed all over the floor and the walls. I also took all of his family's toothbrushes and put them in my pocket. I do not know why. They all went outside to smoke another blunt and I did too. As they were smoking, I wandered away and they found me about an hour later in a neighbor's yard talking to a pine tree. I do not remember why.
This is where my memory gets better. We left rob’s house and went to a party at my friend John's house. Again, I smoked imaginary cigarettes the whole way there. I had no idea who I was, where I was, or who I was with and I had given up communicating because no one could understand me. When we got there, a lot of my friends were there, and John's mom, who I had known since kindergarden. It was his birthday and there were ballons. The ballons moved around and seemed to follow me. Their shape shifted between squares, circles, and triangle. I continued to smoke imaginary cigarettes. At first no one noticed my state because I was keeping quiet, I was standing in the corner because I was afraid of the balloons. John's mom saw me and came over to talk. She asked me about college, and I replied. To me I gave her a logical answer, but to her I was still speaking gibberish. She knew I was on something and took me to my parents, who in turn took me to the hospital.
This is where it gets messy.
On the walk back to my parent’s house, each piece of sidewalk I stepped on seemed to shatter away. I was terrified because I didn’t want to fall through but jolts of electricity ran through me when I tried to run. My parents were panicked and rushed me to the hospital because they didn’t even know I smoked weed at the time. When I got to the hospital, they took me right away. To me the doctors and nurses looked like monsters and I kept trying to get out of my chair and run. They had to physically restrain me. I didn’t even recognize my parents at this point. When they got a bed for me, they held me down and took my clothes off. I fought them as best I could, but any fast movement would send a shock of electricity through my body. I punched and kicked the nurses a few times but was unsuccessful in my attempt to escape. Eventually they calmed me down. One of the doctors told me he was a wizard and had a magic potion to cure me. He handed me a cup of black liquid and told me to drink it. It was charcoal to pump my stomach, which was futile because it had been hours since I took it. I gulped the drink and vomited everywhere.
Fast forward a little, no memory. Apparently at this point my kidneys were shutting down, so they had to put a tube in my penis so that I could pee. That was not fun at all. I remember screaming alot and trying to fight, but I was tied down.
Fast forward a little more. I was now in a different room. Chewbaca was next to my bed. I was tied to the bed still and all sorts of i.v.s were in me. I kept trying to rip them out so they had to put a lot of tape on them. Again, the imaginary cigarette came back. I smoked it for a while, then dropped it in my sheets. I tried to look for it, but instead I found the stick shift from my car. I looked up and I was driving down the street all of the sudden. I drove for a while and then went to hit the breaks, but they were gone. I kicked my feet but the sheets were covering them. Then I was back in the hospital room. I looked at the small fan in the room and a strange miniature girl was crouched behind it staring at me. I was scared of her and told chewbaca to take the fan out, and he did. I found out later chewbaca was my dad.
Next thing I knew, I was in Amanda's dorm room smoking a bowl like I had been a few weeks ago. All of the same people were there, and that day replayed itself almost entirely. Then I was back in the hospital bed. This vision of the dorm room and the vision of driving my car kept happening over and over, interspersed with being in the hospital bed next to chewbaca. The whole time I kept dropping the imaginary cigarette I was smoking.
Three days later, I woke up in the hospital bed feeling like I was hit by a train. I still had the pee tube and was hooked up to i.v.s. I had only a few memories of the past 4 days but they made no sense to me. As I write this, I realize again how patchy the memory is. My parents were there, and explained to me what happened. They called Amanda to find out what I took. They told me my kidneys stopped working for almost two days and just now were working again and my heart rate jumped from dangerously low to dangerously high over and over. The doctors gave me a 50% chance of survival. I spent the next day in i.c.u. before they release me. I was extremely weak for the next 5 or 6 days and they made me go to a drug councelor.
MORE RETARDS WITH PLANTS
My first and last datura experience started with me and 2 friends sitting around at a house deciding to rip off a Datura plant. After finding one and tearing a few flowers off it we sat at mates house and boiled it all up for half an hour and drunk about 3 cups each.
Now I'm a very experienced drug user but what happened next I was totally unprepared for...
At first the only feeling I felt was extreme muscle tiredness and I was almost un-able to stand. Neither could my friends. BANG! I'm at my friend's flat chatting to his flatmate, I say 'I want to go home now'. He says 'you are home'. I say 'I want to go to home where my mum lives'. SHE says 'I am your mum'. BANG! I suddenly realize I am at home, its almost midday. As my memory comes back I remember smoking many invisible cigarettes, thinking my mum and brother were friends of mine, talking to invisible people. Basicly not knowing where, what, how, or why.
I later found out I had been crawling on the floor, where we originally drunk the datura, eating 'bugs' while my friend convulsed and foamed at the mouth. When his straight sister called the ambulance, I lept off the balconey in pursuit of a friend who was actully on the other side of the house. Then my mum was called (by whom I still don't know) and she took me home where I spent hours rolling imaginary joints, snorting imaginary lines, talking to thin air about crap and basically scaring the shit out of my family.
One friend wound up in some bushes with no belt, pants around his knees 'listening' to music. The other was in hospital in a morphine induced coma. He was released the next day. He had been on anti-depressants and that fucked him up.
I can tell you its a very disturbing experience to take a drag on your ciggerate and find out you dont have one.. Or to talk to your brother about himself thinking he's someone else... or having your friends come round to see how you are, having a long chat with them only to realize they are not there. I cannot remember it all as it was only three days ago and I can't operate properly (its taken 2 hrs so far to write this because i cant see).
I do remeber trying to smoke my belt, throwing my cat in the bathtub, thinking my mum was Spike Milligan. The list goes on.
HEY LOOK MORE HIGH SCHOOLERS
After about 10-15 mins or so I could feel almost like a hot poison was running through every bludvessel in my body and I started to feel a bit strange. It was getting to be late summer and the sun was going down and I had left my jacket at home so I decided to run back and get it, BIG mistake! Running caused my trip to excellerate and as I was running home there was a large silent vortex forming in the middle of the road, it was starting to swallow everything that was on the opposite side of the street. It was almost like the cars and buildings were painted on a big sheet of cloth and the vortex was pulling it down (kinda like the magic trick where you pull cloth out from under dishes) into the hole.
I cant remember getting to my house, but I do remember my mom finding me lying in the middle of the living room talking gibberish. Needless to say she freaked and took me to the hospital, I guess I had told her that I was shooting heroin into the ends of my toes. She had to help me to the car because I couldnt walk, and my mouth was soo dry it was painful. After I got in the passenger seat of my moms car, people I knew were appearing to me in the space between my legs under the dashboard. They were all curled up with there knees under their chins asking me where I was going, and soon as I would start to answer them they would vanish in a puff of silver sparkles. When I reached the hospital I couldnt remember my name anymore and I could just barely understand where I was, this was the beginning of the real intense hallucinations.
A lady and her kid were sitting across from me and my mom in the waiting room, at this point I was having severe audio hallucinations, I though there were people talking to me all the time but I couldnt really tell what they were saying. Every now and then I would yell 'WHAT!' at the lady and her kid; after yelling 'WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME!' a couple of times she got freaked out and left. When it was our turn to see the nurse at the front desk I could no longer walk at all and I thought my mom was a fat man that ran a french fry wagon on the roof of the hospital. When the nurse began to ask my mom questions concerning my condition I would butt in loudly saying that this french fry guy should come over and meet my mom sometime cause they looked alot alike.
The next thing I remember is sitting on a hospital bed hooked up to heart machines, I kept thinking that the heart monitors stuck to my chest were someone's headphones and that I needed to return them. I wasnt very happy being in the hospital, that is to say when I wasnt hallucinating that I was elsewhere (note: visual and audio hallucinations were soo intense I could not decipher between them and reality, much of my reality was made up of these hallucinations) ie: partying with my friends, sailing my yacht down the streets of London, reading ancient books in enormous libraries. So when I was cognisant of the fact that I was in a hospital I was looking for ways to escape. I had noticed that there was a space where the walls didnt meet with the floor and I figured I could get out through there. My wife (at that time she was my girlfriend) said she cant remember how many times they had to drag me back onto the bed after finding me trying to leopard crawl my way through an imagenary space in the wall.
I remember one instance when I was sitting on the bed where I could hear a very loud rusty screeching noise. Out of the tops of my eyes I could se a garage door opening in my forehead. Once it was up and had retracted back into my skull, small black triangles started flying out of my head, 100s of them! I then looked over at my girlfriend and asked her why she was crying so much (at that point in time I couldnt remember her name and she appeared to be a fat balding man with a greenish atomic glow). Some time after that I met a friend for the first time that night which would stay with me for the remaining three days of my insanity. He was a small albino chihuaua with a large cheshire cat type smile and red eyes. He was always asking me if I wanted a smoke, but his mouth never moved and he was always smiling. Whenever he went off to find me smokes he would always return a couple of min later with a single duhmorier hanging out of his pointed tooth smile, the agravating thing was that everytime I would light one and take a drag it would immediately burn all the way down to the brown filter and the melt into hot orange wax all over my hand.
My memories of this trip are very fragmented, I can only recall certain things I had done in the three days that I forgot my name. I remember nurses asking me by name, 'Rob, do you remember your name?', and I would answer 'of course I dont, stop asking such stupid questions' One time my girlfriend was asked to bring me into the bathroom to help get a urine sample out of me, but when she went to help mister happy pants out of his house I smacked her hand away violently, thinking that it had been a hungry cat. I cant really remember leaving the hospital with my mom but I do remember that strange green fat man sitting beside me in the back seat crying his face off because I couldnt remember who he was, hahaha. Thats about all I can remember,
My spring break drinking binge turned into a five month binge. I'm about 200 lbs, and when I started out I only needed about three shots to get wasted. I found myself drinking more and more as time progressed. Soon I graduated to a fifth of vodka every night. After drinking by myself until 7 in the morning, falling down a flight of stairs, and not being able to remember driving to the waffle house, I decided to quit cold turkey.
I remember throwing up for about three or four days. I would be sweating one second, but freezing the other. I couldn't eat because the thought of food made me cough up bile from the pit of my gut. Water also made me vomit for the first day. I smoked a lot of weed because it helped the nausea and also because I needed to be knocked the fuck out.
I also remember having really vivid dreams about driving into the surface of the sun. I would wake up on the other end of the room in front of a fan I didn't remember turning on. I didn't seriously entertain the idea of withdrawals because... I guess I was a scared 18 year old girl. The emergency room told me I had an unknown virus and sent me home after I tested negative for swine flu.
some guy gets fucked out of his gourd on amt
Then, m turned on some Phish. We smoked a couple bowls of midgrade and it tasted incredible. Now, about 4.5 Hours after ingestion, the colors started. First, it was subtle, just sort of like everything was slightly glowing. But within another 30 minutes it was a full blowout, everything was colors. I remember looking at my hand with the ceiling being the background. My hand was orange and my fingernails were black. They grew out of my hand slowly and it was fucking incredible. The background (the ceiling,) was a total shifting-rainbow. It kept changing but was a constant flow of certain colors. It was just totally incredible.
Now at this point (5.0 - 5.5 Hours later,) I was still feeling very euphoric and lovey. M is sort of homophobic and strange, and I was lying on his leg. He kept calling me 'gay' and whatnot, and it started to sort of irk me. After repeated abuse, I finally flipped the fuck out. I sort of remember the next 2 hours, but it began like this…
1:00 (6.0 Hrs after ingestion)] I became convinced that I was gay. I sat in the middle of m's bed trying to figure out my sexuality. I kept saying 'I got it!', 'I lost it!' Over & over. Basically, I’d figure everything out. But then, I’d forget everything I’d just figured out, probably because it never made sense in the first place.
2:00 (6.5 Hrs)] I call my girlfriend [I barely remember this, but was told many a time about it,] I ask her if she thinks I’m pretty and if she thinks I should be gay. She gets freaked out and I don't remember anything she said. I don't even remember calling her.
3:00 (6.7 Hrs)] I absolutely hate cats. Especially when I’m tripping. I tried to murder M's cat, I chased it around the house yelling and throwing garbage at it for probably 5 minutes. M's freaking out at this point and trying to tackle me. I ran downstairs and ended up breaking all of my cd's (godamnit.) I also broke M's computer speakers. Apparently music really tripped me out.
4:00 (7.0 Hrs)] M is scared, he calls my mom. My mom tells him to call an ambulance, and he does so.
5:00 (7.2-3 Hrs)] Ambulance arrives. For some strange reason, I get in willingly. They take me outside and I remember thinking the ambulance was parked on the roof of the house. They put me on the stretcher and I asked them how they planned to get me on the roof. Those asshole bastards, they just treated me like I was crazy. Which isn't good when you're feeling like you're going crazy.
6:00 (7.5 Hrs)] Hell begins. Imagine lying in the back of a screaming ambulance with two guys who won't answer any of your questions or look at you. They continually stick strange instruments into your body and inject you with god knows what. They won't talk to me. Why? It drove me absolutely crazy. I start to think, 'maybe I am crazy?'
7:00 (8.0 Hrs)] Get to the hospital. I'm lying in the bed, strapped down. I think the doctor is Ronald McDonald, and I call him Dr. Ronald McDonald. Mr. McDonald asks what hurts. I tell him my genitals. I kick and scream and tear off the sheets. I think at this point I also urinated on myself. I can't remember anything except having to pee really badly for almost an hour. I remember seeing my mother there and thinking how out of my head I must've looked. I felt absolutely psychotic and I thought I was stuck tripping like this, locked inside of my brain for the rest of my life. Pretty frightening.
8:00 (8.2 Hrs)] Doctors inject me with a central nervous system depressant. Not quite sure what the dosage, all I remember is one minute everything being colors and chaos, and the next being rolled down a hallway and not being able to move. Not really wanting to move either. I stayed in that coma-like state for about 18 hours. I was awake, but not quite conscious. I could mumble to people and I drooled a whole lot. I woke up, basically, feeling a lot better.
After this whole experience, I was subjected to a ton of different medical 'professionals' who thought that I was in a terrible depression and I had tried to commit suicide. I kindly tried to inform them that I was just experimenting with something new, but apparently none of them thought that I was old enough to comprehend 'experimenting'. I had to speak to a psychologist before they'd let me leave the hospital, and they made me undergo a bunch of tests to make sure the AMT hadn't fucked my brain up totally.
In conclusion, AMT was incredible.
"Thrown off the roof"
Monday 7:30 a.m. I chugged a fifth of vodka and got smashed (normal routine for me)
10:00 a.m. I decided to chug another fifth (not routine) and from there I blacked out. Next thing I know it's 5:00 p.m. I went to the liquor cabinet and found it empty. OH SHIT! I had no money left, so I knew what comes next: HELL! I knew it was going to be a rough night, but not like I ever expected. One should know that I haven't touched alcohol since this happened, and I pray for those who still suffer such an affliction.
Anyway, I'm sure you heard about pink elephants? Well, it's not true. They are actually demons! HORRIBLE DEMONS!!!!! When the withdrawls began, I began to shake violenly. This was normal for me, considering that I went through it several times before. Then I blacked out again, which I didn't expect. I can only assume that it was a seizure. When I came to, it was around 2:00 a.m. That is when the hallucinations began.
I was sitting on the roof of a victorian style house lookin at the ground approx. 3 stories below. Sitting next to me was my fiance. The funny thing is that she died three years prior (I've been drinking non-stop since). She pointed to the lawn below and said, 'You should be down there, Not up here.' After that she transformed into a nightmarish 'THING' that I couldn't possibly describe in words without crying. 'IT' then picked me up and threw me off of the roof. When I fell to the ground, it hurt. It actually happened? Not likely, but when I came out of my delirium, I realised I was wandering around in my neighborhood and there was a huge gash on my head. I had lost alot of blood. I happened to have my cell phone with me, so I called myself an ambulance, in which they treated me for my injury and detoxed me safely with librium.
Today I am alcohol free an happy.
IM A GOD NOW
550mg methylone, a ton of alcohol, 40mg of 4-ho-mipt
I daze in and out of conciousness for god knows how long but do remember 'coming round' about 4am. Visuals are so unbeleivably heavy they're unreal. Spacial distorsion to an astonishing degree, rooms are so out of persepctive I'm unsure that I'm actully in them. I decide to go into the garden for a cig. As I sit there I feel almost god like. I sit at the garden table and I'm sure there are other dark spirirts sat around the table with me and I feel like some kind of intergalatic physcadellic being. I feel like a dark being, a deeply sinister and dark being surrounded at the table by other similar beings with starnge swirling bats flying around us. Visuals are very intense.
I go back inside and try to calm down. It doesnt work. I panic. I panic a lot. Grab a coat and go into the garden again. I jump over the garden fence and start walking at a ferocious pace, I walk about 4 miles to a local farmers field with a lake in the middle of it, my only mental reasoning at the time being 'theres water there, if I can get there I'll be fine.'
I kept telling myself 'Its a drug, it'll wear off' over and over again but when I got to about 7am things werent improving, people were turning up at the lake and I was still very much out-of-control and very much panicked. I was starting to get auiable hallicinations aswell, strange noises and noises from people that werent there. By this point I'm no longer drunk or under the influenace of the methylone however cannot understand why the 4homipt still has such an unforgiving and strong grip of me.
Meanwhile, back in the field, I was using my hand as a 'How-much-am-I-still-tripping' gauge. I'd look at it to see if it looked any less weired than it had previous, and each time it looked like some horrid twisted tree branch, like something from a tim burton film, whats more, something that didnt belong to me.
I assess the situation. I've walked at least 4 miles at the speed of a possessed beast fleeing the scene of a crime and drunk little water. I feel dehydrated. I ponder drinking water from the lake but am sure that will arouse suspicion from surrounding dog walkers. If indeed the dog walkers are really there at all.
I check my pockets. Shit me. I have my mobile phone and its charged up. FANTASTIC. I think if only I could articulate my situation to someone. I have a 'test' conversation with my self to see if I can still talk. I can't. Not without sounding like horrible and un-natural. I can't think of words to say either. I barely rememebr my name.
At this point I became very alarmed and feared very slightly for my life. Looking back I fell into a deep state of panic when I jumped over the fence and fled. I should have just stopped. Thought for a second, gone back, gone bed and sweated it out. Here I am wasted to fuck on some chemical I cant even remeber the name of, dehydrated, potentialy scaring the shit out of innocent dog walkers at 7am in the morning. I phone my best friend and partner in crime, M. M doesnt answer. I call again and again and again again. I'm getting cold as well.
I text him. The mobile phone is very very difficult to use. I can focus on it visually but find it hard to fathom what I meant to do in order to acheive my desired outcome. All I can muster is 'NEED HELP....HELP.' No response.
Dude came and talked him down.
HIGH SCHOOLERS GETTING DRUNK
The next thing I know I am waking up at 4:30 in the morning with my pants off. I am thinking to myself 'Oh fuck what happened?' I turned to my friend and said 'What the fuck man?' He just laughed at me. I stumbled my way into a car and got home, driven home by my still very drunk friend. Ok then I wake up in my bed feeling like absolute SHIT. I ran into the bathroom and puked. Then I started taking a shower and puked. I went back to bed and puked.
My parents didn't see me puking but they knew what had happened. My dad comes up to me and says 'What the hell happened last night? You came home with your dick hanging out of your pants and wearing someone else's shoes.' Apparently I forgot to zip my fly and I just grabbed a random pair of shoes from the party, they were girl size 6, I am size 12. I talked to my friends about the previous night and they told me that I was so drunk I passed out immediately, but not before mumbling some stuff in Russian (my native language). When I was passed out some girls stole my pants and I woke up and began puking uncontrollably. I was told by several people that I had puked on at least 10 different occasions that night.
I puked in a flower bed, outside, on some bed sheets, in the garage, on the drive way, and on some guy. When I was passed out my friend tried to move me to the garage because I was puking so much. While moving me he dropped me unto the floor and I had a bruise there the morning after. I was laying unconscious in the garage for hours just puking away. A girl gave me some blankets so I wont be cold but I just puked all over those. My friend gave me a bowl to puke in and I just smacked my face into it and passed out again. I also had some strange things in my pockets the morning after, my friends wet socks were stuffed inside my pockets, I also had a scratch on my cock (how the hell did that happen I don't know, but I sure want to know).
The morning after hangover was so intense that when I went to drink a glass of water, as soon as I drank half a glass I started puking it out. My stomach was incredibly sore as was my throat. My brain could not function right the morning after, on many occasions I had forgotten that I even drank last night but then I puked some more and remembered. Some people said I am luck to have woken up from that. I was later informed that I drank 'more than I've ever seen anyone drink in my life man'. For the next couple months the thought of alcohol made me want to puke again. My throat was so sore from puking that swallowing my saliva was extremely painful. During my 3 day hangover I must have puked at least 10 times, had very bad diarrhea, and got grounded for 2 weeks.
ABSINTHE
I managed to gather the information that I had wandered over to my local pub with my mate who was also drinking the absinthe.
Apparently I made a complete fool of myself, shouting and swearing and wanting to fight a large group of steroid abusers. And this is not my nature at all. Make love not war, I have always said. I'm usually a quiet person who just enjoys a smoke and a few mushrooms now and then. But that stuff changed me in way that I now see why Vincent Van Gogh cut his ear off. Because he was drinking that devilish stuff excessively and I was in such a state that I probably would have as well. My mother apparently found me outside my backdoor with my trousers around one ankle, head butting the door and cursing everything under the sun. And no mother wants to see their 17 year old son in such a mess, trying to make snow angels on wet grass in the pouring down rain.
SMOKIN TOAD
about a week ago a friend found a toad near a pond by our cabin(we live in australia). It was bufo. I was pretty excited to try this because the friend I was with said that if I take a big hit it is very intense. It was about 3:00PM and my friend obtained the venom with out hurting the toad. We let it dry for a little bit and we finaly put it in a glass test tube and lit it up I took a hit first and about a couple seconds later it came on so strong all I remember was seeing bright colors and then becoming so dizzy and my vision went black I woke up on the floor curled up in a ball about 20 minutes later and realized that I had urinated and shit myself. There was also vomit all over my shirt my friend was also about done with his trip and said his trip was nowhere as intense as mine was. I will really think again before trying toad.
AYAHUASA WHAT
It was finally time to drink the brew. I went outside to my backyard, which was filled with beautiful herbs, flowers and trees and laid out a blanket to sit on. I had crushed the Syrian Rue seeds and put them into capsules, and to start it off I took 3 pills (there were 6 Rue capsules in all), and about 5 minutes later I took the last 3 pills. I drank the brew slowly, over about a period of 30 minutes.
After about an hour after taking the brew the experience was kicked into high gear. The brown fence that surrounded my backyard came alive with tribal faces and designs. Visually, things were entrancing. I had numerous closed eye visuals that seemed to be triggered by what I thought was “aligning my chakras”. Kaleidoscopic Buddhas entered my inner world and floated all around. I got up to dance and while I was dancing, a voice came inside my head and told me that life was just a endless dance. I was reenacting the birth and death of the universe. I became Kali, and my voice roared with anger, but then the inner voice came back and reminded me of the dance. My body also seemed to be changing, my skin seemed to be getting lighter and more old and feminine, but then quickly flashed back to it’s original form.
My mother came outside to see how I was doing, and now I could see how much the Ayahuasca was affecting my vision. My mothers face seemed to be made up of many pastel colors that glided to and fro. We talked about how I was feeling and how I could help humanity. But at the time, I just felt that humanity was stuck in it’s endless dramas, and I was in a place beyond drama, where I understood that everything was just a dance no more no less. She left me a short time after, and I felt guilty about not taking the right action or really integrating what my mother had said. So I came inside and talked to her about her country, Colombia and then decided to dance with my mom. We put on some Carlos Vives and had a fun time laughing and dancing. But then I started getting woozy and it was hard for me to understand her and the music seemed to become metallic and foreboding. At this point I can’t remember anything else, I blacked out.
But the next morning when I woke up, my mother and father told me of the nightmare that I had wrought on myself and on them.
Supposedly I started screaming “Rape!” and “Homosexuality!” at the top of my voice. I tried to hurt myself by jumping over the fence of my backyard. They told me I had taken off my pants and underwear and started clutching my testicles. I got very aggressive and as my dad tried to hold me down, I bit his nipple and hurt him very badly. They said I had a deranged look in my eyes, and that I did not stop screaming “Rape!” and “Homosexuality!” for about 3 hours straight. I do not remember any of this. I hurt myself by scratching my face, arms, and falling numerous times.
The next morning when they told me of this, I looked at my body, and all over are bruises and cuts from where I hurt myself. Without my dad, I don’t know if my mom could’ve controlled me.
In conclusion, I feel I made my brew too powerful,
BELLADONNA
It has only been 6 days since my first (and last) belladonna experience. Having read up extensively on this plant I was quite excited to find a large bush of deadly nightshade at a local park and as I grabbed a twig to examine the purple berries I squeezed the contents into my eye. It immediately began to sting; I licked my finger (stupid idea) and rubbed furiously at my eyeball. Before walking to the park, I had drunk around about 5 standard drinks so I was pleasantly inebriated as I walked home after the incident with the berries.
(00.15 mins after absorption)
As I walked home, I began to feel very very drunk, my head felt extremely heavy and I was stumbling quite badly. However I continued to drink when I got home.
(00.30 mins after absorption)
My head is now extremely heavy; feel drunker than I’ve ever been before. Hallucinating very badly, I saw myself, my own body and walked around myself and screamed at myself. Kicked at myself (which was actually a wall) then became disinterested as my phone was ringing. I answered and it was my friend. I told him via lots of screaming that I had eaten magic mushrooms and I felt funny. Then another friend rang and I felt out of control and I told her I had taken heroin.
(00.50 mins after absorption)
A dog ran out in front of me, it was my old dog, which had long since passed away. For some reason I thought this was real, it seemed so real. My head was full of static noise as I followed my dead dog down to the park where I had originally taken the deadly nightshade into my eye. As I walked my legs would fall out from under me causing me to go crashing into the road, but my dog would always wait for me.
(Approx an hour and half after absorption)
When I reached the park I was hallucinating widely (although it still seemed normal). I’ve taken a lot of hallucinogens (LSD, mescaline, DMT etc. quite a few times) but these visions were nothing like them, for one they were a change of the entire scenery and to me they seemed real.
There was lightning all around me, the sky was ripped apart and clouds sweeping by quickly, they were tinged with red. All around me (its 8.00 pm) the normally deserted park is filled with people; horrible gray shadows with back holes for eyes, there are thousands of them. The trees are dripping with blood and the ground is littered with body parts. These people are laughing at me, but I can only hear them in my head, they scream at me, horrible things about the universe coming to an end. I remember grabbing my head and screaming.
(Approx two hours after absorption)
nb. This account is from my friends who found me; at this point I no longer have a recollection of what happened.
I was found at the park, screaming in some unknown language at the top of my voice, I was deliberately hurling myself towards the ground, into trees and walls and attempting to throw myself into the river. They called the ambulance who then called the cops. They spent at least half an hour trying to settle me down but I was too confused and violent. The police handcuffed me and tried to hold me down but I threw them off. The ambulance officers shot me up six times with a sedative, which finally brought me down.
I spent 3 days in an induced coma and five days in intensive care, this is where I woke up having no idea what had happened or who I was.
The Australian doctors had never seen a case of belladonna/atropine poisoning before and decided that an opiate derivative and general anesthetic was a good treatment.
Belladonna was a descent into absolute madness; to this day my vision has not recovered (blurry and unable to focus), of all the drugs I’ve used belladonna was the strongest and most terrifying. I would never recommend this plant to anyone who doesn’t want to wipe themselves out to the point of dying. It wasn’t ‘trippy’, enlightening and fun. It was the most horrific experience I’ve ever had before.
THE TERROR
I was going through a bad time, my wife had left me, I was stuck with the kids, no money, no food, no transportation. I had used shamanic drumming before to discover certain things, and I decided to do it again, but with a 'little help'. I had a large shrub of Brugsmansia sanguinea I had grown from a cutting. I made a tea, and not knowing a proper dosage, guessed at 2 leaves and two reddish orange flowers. I went to bed, and tried to do some drumming. After a while, I felt the drug coming on, quite strong, but for some reason, I fought it. I fell asleep. I had terrifying dreams of being chased by a demon who kept smashing my face into the projectors in a movie-theatre projection booth where I worked. I woke up at one point, from pain, as I ran into the kitchen counter at full speed, which smacked me down, and I crashed on my back on the hard floor, no hands to cushion me whatever. I gasped from the shock and pain and 'passed out' again. That's all I remember.
When I awoke the next morning, I felt very strange. There was blood on the sheets, my legs were cut up, some nasty cuts on my forehead. My son stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me. He looked at me strangely and said, 'Dad, I think you need to come into the living room.' I followed him and stared aghast at the carnage. A large plate glass window, about 4 feet by 8 feet, had been smashed - it was not safety glass, there were ominous daggers of glass. It seems I had gone through it, fortunately knees first, or I would have been decapitated. I had torn the back door off its hinges, same thing with the clothes dryer. 'What happened?' I asked him.
He said I went crazy during the night, they didn't know why. The three kids cowered in their room as I ran back and forth through the house, smashing full speed into walls (evidently at the same time as my dreams of being chased by the demon). I was yelling and saying strange things. I stood in the shower with my clothes on and wept. I seemed intent on destroying myself, and did the aforementioned damage to the window and door.
I went to check myself in the mirror. I looked like a Martian - my blue-green eyes were completely black, like those guys infected by the alien virus in the 'X-Files'. And I was cut up very badly.
DO NOT TRY THIS STUFF!!! maybe under controlled circumstances with an experienced shaman it would be a different experience, but I could have been killed, and it was truly the most frightening experience of my life.
I MUST BE CRAZY
I called Cindy to find out a little more about my night, not expecting to hear a lot, as I believed that I could remember most things. When she answered I was in for a rude shock, her first words being 'DONT YOU EVER TAKE THAT SHIT AROUND ME AGAIN! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE KIND OF HELL YOU PUT ME THROUGH LAST NIGHT? I'VE PROBABLY LOST MY JOB AND MY ROOM AND ITS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!'
f***, not what I expected, my obvious reply 'What did I do?' For such a short question i received an extremely long and painful answer. 'You pissed on my bedroom wall, my hallway wall, the bathroom wall, your pants, and just about anything else you could get your penis close to. You then proceeded to lay in my landlords bed, wet pants and all, got bored with that, went into the bathroom and ran a hot shower...never got in it, the water ran cold, moved back over to the toilet and attempted to shove multiple rolls of toilet paper down the 'S' bend, then sat in the bath talking gibberish to no one in particular. You were convinced that light is actually a form of sound that had re-wired itself into our hands and if you know how to drink it properly you'll turn blue' (she backed up this statement with a recording, it was undeniably my voice) this is when i started to realise that this really wasn't a joke, and that my memory of the nights adventures and activities was completely unreliable. I had heard enough from Cindy, and felt sufficiently ashamed with my actions to shed a tear. I didn't call my father, scared of the response I would receive.
My phone rang - Jack, a good mate. 'Hey Jack. How's things?'...'Thanks for calling this morning at 1 am, 2:30 AND 3 o'clock. I only answered the first time. Your an f-ing idiot. What's this shit your were carrying on about? Something about lasers and confregilations...WHAT THE HELL IS A CONFREGILATION?' I simply apologized, explained what I had taken, and hung up the phone, feeling even worse.
Eventually I had to face the music and go home. Dad didn't say much aside from 'If you do anything like this again, your out for good.' The horrible feeling in my gut intensifying further.
The worst side affect of this drug is the embarrassment and shame I felt when told of my actions on the drug.
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I have had a few personal experiences with Moonflowers. I took ten white flowers (a dose way above the 'recommended') boiled them in 200ml water and added 100ml milk afterwards. This was at about 7pm.
The first (approx.) hour was all waiting, but somewhere in the following hour I became extremely incoherent. The last thing I remember was shading my eyes from the brightness of the street lights. Apparently, I had run into to the road and was duly run over.
The night in hospital was hell...for everyone else that is. I had become a madman, security having to hold me down. I had almost lost my life in the crash, yet I was oblivious of any pain or discomfort.
The next morning the hallucinations were still running rife. I smoked imaginary cigarettes that would constantly fall out of my fingers or disintergrate into sand. I couldn't recognise my own mother and my mind had somehow convinced itself that I was at home in my bed and everybody in the room was just strangers in my room, even though I couldn't remember where the sores on my ankles and head had come from. I only became 'fully' coherent at about 8pm the night after I had consumed the flowers. Strangest thing was that I couldn't read for about three days, the letters were just one huge blur. The problem with this stuff is that there is no way in which one could tell the difference between a hallucination and reality.
Now you might say that I took way too much, but then again this wasn't the last trip I experienced. After hearing about my experience, a friend who had thought my story was very funny, declared that he also wanted to experience this trip.
Knowing that I had taken way too much last time I prepared a 'much softer' batch. I took three flowers, some hot water and just softly pulped the flowers for about a minute. I then rewarmed this and made coffee out the concoction. He drank it at approximately 8pm. My friend spent his entire trip at my house, luckily for him. I never expected him to become so tripped out. At first he seemed fine, for the first 35 min. He went to the bathroom and didn't come out. 20 minutes later his brother and I went into the bathroom and found him lying inside the bath. He couldn't walk, couldn't speak (although he constantly seemed to mumble things), but I could see in his face that his mind was working overtime. The hallucinations were too strong for him to handle. He wet himself twice that night, and did not sleep for one second.
The trouble came in the morning though, because by now his body had 'come to'. He was able to walk, but his speech was still impaired, and yet the hallucinations were still running his mind completely. He knocked things over everywhere and was having a 'hectic conversation' with my mother (who couldn't understand a word). He kept on speaking about horses standing in my garden and wanted to open the doors. This was at about 8am. About 2 hours later (when the hallucinations began to calm down and his ability to speak had fully returned) I began to 'experiment' on how his cognitive mind was working. Well... it wasn't. Simple math sums, like one plus one and five hundred plus five, posed a huge problem to him. His inability to tell me his own or mine or his brother's or his father's names also really bothered me.
This, unfortunately, was not the last time the 'drug' was used by a friend. I've had a few more who fell victim to their use of this plant, and each and every one of them ended up in hospital or jail. One of my friends got 'lost' in a large stretch of veld not too far from his house and spent almost the entire weekend falling around in the veld. The latest 'fool' wasn't so lucky, it does not seem as if his mind will fully recover from the trip. He resides in an institution until his mind recovers, if it does. I say 'fool' because this was a friend who knew what had happened to everybody else (only bad experiences), but still took the chance and he..., well, paid the price.
CORN FIELD OF BURGOWHATEVER PLANT
When it was dry, I went to my friends house with it but it never said the dose, so I winged it. I took about 4 grams of and put it between some gram crackers. In about 15 minutes I started to feel really different kind of like I was becoming drunk. But the day just kept getting weirder. Then me and my 3 miscellaneous friends went out to smoke some ganja. We had to walk to a field to smoke and it started to get hard to walk in a straight line. And when we finally did get to the corn field I was unable to pack a bowl so I asked my friend to pack it, and when he did he gave it to me. But when I did hold it I wasn’t able to hit it.
So I just went with it and it got a little weirder. The next thing I remember I was it was dark out and I stood up above the corn and I saw 3 cops walking towards me and at the time I thought I was still with my friends but I was alone talking to the cops but I was still talking to my friends who weren’t there. So the cops new that I wasn’t normal. They noticed that there was mud in my mouth and I had no idea where it came from. Later I found out I was passed out face down in the mud.
So the cops took me to their cop car but before they took me out of the field I said 'wait aren’t we gonna take this we can't forget it'? They said 'take what'? and I said the corn. So immediately after that they took me straight to their car and we waited there for an ambulance because they seemed worried. I guess because every time I would look away I would forget they were there and I would start talking to my friends who were long since gone. And when the ambulance came they started to drive me to the hospital while I was in the ambulance strapped down to a stretcher I kept trying to get out of it and I kept unbuckling it during this the police officer that was in the back with me was having a hard time keeping me from moving and trying to unbuckle it he must have told me to stop trying to get out about 10 times before we got to the hospital.
The story is just gay from here.
I PUNCHED A COP
At first I was like this shit sucks around 20 min. Later I felt like I drank a bottle of whisky I felt so drunk it was fun at fist the walk home seemed short I remember getting home I went to my room I took a bite of a chicken I had left over from dinner when I tried to swallow it I choked on it my throat was so dry like cotton mouth but worse I felt so drunk that I got tired and I said to my self that’s it I’m done I laid down to sleep that was the worst mistake I ever made I don’t remember waking up I had a flash back after and see my self walking right into the wall in my room but I don’t remember nothing really only certain things.
My mom had seen me tripping see tells me that she asked me 'hey what’s wrong with you'?
I turned and looked at her and said don’t worry about it and slammed the door in her face she ended up calling the cops because she didn’t know what to do my older brother was there and my sister in law she said that she saw me in the rest room with conditioner all over my hands and face I was really tripping then.
By the time the cops showed up I was seeing things my eyes were all blurry I could not focus and one of cops told me hey do you know were you’re at? I said sure we are at the police station when we were in my front room then the cop asked me have a seat and of course said no but you see cops don’t take no for an answer so he grabs a hold of me and sits me down I reacted and punched him right in the face. At that same moment I snapped out of it I heard my mom yell stop!! And my brother say the same the cop whips out his beating stick I remember seeing it click I heard it also from there my mom took me to the hospital with to cops as escorts but I don’t remember the ride there but I recall some things like seeing rats every ware seeing objects and shapes and all this might seem fun but it wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy the high any ways I spent about 3 days tripping in the hospital the come down was sick I felt weak for 2 days.
GUY DOES A TON OF DRUGS, KEEPS A LOG, FLIPS THE FUCK OUT
9:00 PM – Drunk and very happy about life. I am about to show my parents my drinking problem.
The log ended there. The rest of the night was retold to me by the various witnesses involved. I stumbled into my parent's room, screaming and talking randomly about everything, drunk as hell. I started throwing stuff around, swearing at everyone I met, and laughing a lot. Apparently I kept complaining of seeing visions and vivid hallucinations and it was horrifying me.
I became extremely sexual, so when the cops came by I hit on them again and again, and soon they had little choice but to call the ambulance due to the huge amount of drugs I had obviously ingested. I was rude to everyone at the hospital. I pulled my IV out, pissed all over the nurse picking some stuff I threw down for some reason, and even offered to give the cops blowjobs if they let me go. The Doctors confirmed that other than completely out of my mind, I was fine to go, but my parents refused to let me come home, so I was tossed into the drunk tank. Apparently this entire time I kept asking what was going on, because my 'memory was off' as the cops said, I couldn't remember what I said a half minute ago, or even why I was where I was.
He also recalled me having conversations with people who weren't there, suddenly going from outright depressed, to happy, to angry, and then back again, for no reason. I also kept asking to go to prison so I could be 'gangraped', and that I wanted to jerk off right there.
When thrown into the drunk tank I took a shit all over, tried eating it and had to be tasered to stop, pissed under the door, jerked off in the tank, thrown all of my clothing off and dunked my head in the toilet, attacked a cop and had a shot of mace in my face, and I even had entire conversations with invisible people. I was out of my mind.
At about 5:00 AM I snapped out of it when the drugs finally wore off, and I was confused. Due to having no memory of the night before because Zopiclone destroys your ability to make memories while on it--hence why I kept a log ready so I could record as I tripped--I was horrified. There was I, naked, in a sealed room with water everywhere, smelling like piss and shit, and handcuffed to the wall. The next few hours were the most terrifying few hours of my life as nobody came to my aid, and I wouldn't be allowed out for another six hours.
MORE HIGH SCHOOLERS DRINK PLANT TEA BECAUSE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA
After the movie, our friend Samantha came to take us to our friend Rob's house to smoke more. By the time she arrived, I was speaking mostly nonsense. I felt like I was talking normally, but neither of them could understand, so it was kind of frustrating. We got in Sam's car. On the ride I thought I was smoking a cigarette, but I kept dropping it and then I wouldn’t be able to find it. This would continue for the next three days. We got to Rob's house and they all smoked another blunt. They didn't give me any, but I didn’t notice, I was still smoking my imaginary cigarettes and speaking gibberish. I went into Rob's bathroom and tried to pee again. In my mind I still couldn't pee. From what I found out later, I actually peed all over the floor and the walls. I also took all of his family's toothbrushes and put them in my pocket. I do not know why. They all went outside to smoke another blunt and I did too. As they were smoking, I wandered away and they found me about an hour later in a neighbor's yard talking to a pine tree. I do not remember why.
This is where my memory gets better. We left rob’s house and went to a party at my friend John's house. Again, I smoked imaginary cigarettes the whole way there. I had no idea who I was, where I was, or who I was with and I had given up communicating because no one could understand me. When we got there, a lot of my friends were there, and John's mom, who I had known since kindergarden. It was his birthday and there were ballons. The ballons moved around and seemed to follow me. Their shape shifted between squares, circles, and triangle. I continued to smoke imaginary cigarettes. At first no one noticed my state because I was keeping quiet, I was standing in the corner because I was afraid of the balloons. John's mom saw me and came over to talk. She asked me about college, and I replied. To me I gave her a logical answer, but to her I was still speaking gibberish. She knew I was on something and took me to my parents, who in turn took me to the hospital.
This is where it gets messy.
On the walk back to my parent’s house, each piece of sidewalk I stepped on seemed to shatter away. I was terrified because I didn’t want to fall through but jolts of electricity ran through me when I tried to run. My parents were panicked and rushed me to the hospital because they didn’t even know I smoked weed at the time. When I got to the hospital, they took me right away. To me the doctors and nurses looked like monsters and I kept trying to get out of my chair and run. They had to physically restrain me. I didn’t even recognize my parents at this point. When they got a bed for me, they held me down and took my clothes off. I fought them as best I could, but any fast movement would send a shock of electricity through my body. I punched and kicked the nurses a few times but was unsuccessful in my attempt to escape. Eventually they calmed me down. One of the doctors told me he was a wizard and had a magic potion to cure me. He handed me a cup of black liquid and told me to drink it. It was charcoal to pump my stomach, which was futile because it had been hours since I took it. I gulped the drink and vomited everywhere.
Fast forward a little, no memory. Apparently at this point my kidneys were shutting down, so they had to put a tube in my penis so that I could pee. That was not fun at all. I remember screaming alot and trying to fight, but I was tied down.
Fast forward a little more. I was now in a different room. Chewbaca was next to my bed. I was tied to the bed still and all sorts of i.v.s were in me. I kept trying to rip them out so they had to put a lot of tape on them. Again, the imaginary cigarette came back. I smoked it for a while, then dropped it in my sheets. I tried to look for it, but instead I found the stick shift from my car. I looked up and I was driving down the street all of the sudden. I drove for a while and then went to hit the breaks, but they were gone. I kicked my feet but the sheets were covering them. Then I was back in the hospital room. I looked at the small fan in the room and a strange miniature girl was crouched behind it staring at me. I was scared of her and told chewbaca to take the fan out, and he did. I found out later chewbaca was my dad.
Next thing I knew, I was in Amanda's dorm room smoking a bowl like I had been a few weeks ago. All of the same people were there, and that day replayed itself almost entirely. Then I was back in the hospital bed. This vision of the dorm room and the vision of driving my car kept happening over and over, interspersed with being in the hospital bed next to chewbaca. The whole time I kept dropping the imaginary cigarette I was smoking.
Three days later, I woke up in the hospital bed feeling like I was hit by a train. I still had the pee tube and was hooked up to i.v.s. I had only a few memories of the past 4 days but they made no sense to me. As I write this, I realize again how patchy the memory is. My parents were there, and explained to me what happened. They called Amanda to find out what I took. They told me my kidneys stopped working for almost two days and just now were working again and my heart rate jumped from dangerously low to dangerously high over and over. The doctors gave me a 50% chance of survival. I spent the next day in i.c.u. before they release me. I was extremely weak for the next 5 or 6 days and they made me go to a drug councelor.
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My first and last datura experience started with me and 2 friends sitting around at a house deciding to rip off a Datura plant. After finding one and tearing a few flowers off it we sat at mates house and boiled it all up for half an hour and drunk about 3 cups each.
Now I'm a very experienced drug user but what happened next I was totally unprepared for...
At first the only feeling I felt was extreme muscle tiredness and I was almost un-able to stand. Neither could my friends. BANG! I'm at my friend's flat chatting to his flatmate, I say 'I want to go home now'. He says 'you are home'. I say 'I want to go to home where my mum lives'. SHE says 'I am your mum'. BANG! I suddenly realize I am at home, its almost midday. As my memory comes back I remember smoking many invisible cigarettes, thinking my mum and brother were friends of mine, talking to invisible people. Basicly not knowing where, what, how, or why.
I later found out I had been crawling on the floor, where we originally drunk the datura, eating 'bugs' while my friend convulsed and foamed at the mouth. When his straight sister called the ambulance, I lept off the balconey in pursuit of a friend who was actully on the other side of the house. Then my mum was called (by whom I still don't know) and she took me home where I spent hours rolling imaginary joints, snorting imaginary lines, talking to thin air about crap and basically scaring the shit out of my family.
One friend wound up in some bushes with no belt, pants around his knees 'listening' to music. The other was in hospital in a morphine induced coma. He was released the next day. He had been on anti-depressants and that fucked him up.
I can tell you its a very disturbing experience to take a drag on your ciggerate and find out you dont have one.. Or to talk to your brother about himself thinking he's someone else... or having your friends come round to see how you are, having a long chat with them only to realize they are not there. I cannot remember it all as it was only three days ago and I can't operate properly (its taken 2 hrs so far to write this because i cant see).
I do remeber trying to smoke my belt, throwing my cat in the bathtub, thinking my mum was Spike Milligan. The list goes on.
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After about 10-15 mins or so I could feel almost like a hot poison was running through every bludvessel in my body and I started to feel a bit strange. It was getting to be late summer and the sun was going down and I had left my jacket at home so I decided to run back and get it, BIG mistake! Running caused my trip to excellerate and as I was running home there was a large silent vortex forming in the middle of the road, it was starting to swallow everything that was on the opposite side of the street. It was almost like the cars and buildings were painted on a big sheet of cloth and the vortex was pulling it down (kinda like the magic trick where you pull cloth out from under dishes) into the hole.
I cant remember getting to my house, but I do remember my mom finding me lying in the middle of the living room talking gibberish. Needless to say she freaked and took me to the hospital, I guess I had told her that I was shooting heroin into the ends of my toes. She had to help me to the car because I couldnt walk, and my mouth was soo dry it was painful. After I got in the passenger seat of my moms car, people I knew were appearing to me in the space between my legs under the dashboard. They were all curled up with there knees under their chins asking me where I was going, and soon as I would start to answer them they would vanish in a puff of silver sparkles. When I reached the hospital I couldnt remember my name anymore and I could just barely understand where I was, this was the beginning of the real intense hallucinations.
A lady and her kid were sitting across from me and my mom in the waiting room, at this point I was having severe audio hallucinations, I though there were people talking to me all the time but I couldnt really tell what they were saying. Every now and then I would yell 'WHAT!' at the lady and her kid; after yelling 'WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME!' a couple of times she got freaked out and left. When it was our turn to see the nurse at the front desk I could no longer walk at all and I thought my mom was a fat man that ran a french fry wagon on the roof of the hospital. When the nurse began to ask my mom questions concerning my condition I would butt in loudly saying that this french fry guy should come over and meet my mom sometime cause they looked alot alike.
The next thing I remember is sitting on a hospital bed hooked up to heart machines, I kept thinking that the heart monitors stuck to my chest were someone's headphones and that I needed to return them. I wasnt very happy being in the hospital, that is to say when I wasnt hallucinating that I was elsewhere (note: visual and audio hallucinations were soo intense I could not decipher between them and reality, much of my reality was made up of these hallucinations) ie: partying with my friends, sailing my yacht down the streets of London, reading ancient books in enormous libraries. So when I was cognisant of the fact that I was in a hospital I was looking for ways to escape. I had noticed that there was a space where the walls didnt meet with the floor and I figured I could get out through there. My wife (at that time she was my girlfriend) said she cant remember how many times they had to drag me back onto the bed after finding me trying to leopard crawl my way through an imagenary space in the wall.
I remember one instance when I was sitting on the bed where I could hear a very loud rusty screeching noise. Out of the tops of my eyes I could se a garage door opening in my forehead. Once it was up and had retracted back into my skull, small black triangles started flying out of my head, 100s of them! I then looked over at my girlfriend and asked her why she was crying so much (at that point in time I couldnt remember her name and she appeared to be a fat balding man with a greenish atomic glow). Some time after that I met a friend for the first time that night which would stay with me for the remaining three days of my insanity. He was a small albino chihuaua with a large cheshire cat type smile and red eyes. He was always asking me if I wanted a smoke, but his mouth never moved and he was always smiling. Whenever he went off to find me smokes he would always return a couple of min later with a single duhmorier hanging out of his pointed tooth smile, the agravating thing was that everytime I would light one and take a drag it would immediately burn all the way down to the brown filter and the melt into hot orange wax all over my hand.
My memories of this trip are very fragmented, I can only recall certain things I had done in the three days that I forgot my name. I remember nurses asking me by name, 'Rob, do you remember your name?', and I would answer 'of course I dont, stop asking such stupid questions' One time my girlfriend was asked to bring me into the bathroom to help get a urine sample out of me, but when she went to help mister happy pants out of his house I smacked her hand away violently, thinking that it had been a hungry cat. I cant really remember leaving the hospital with my mom but I do remember that strange green fat man sitting beside me in the back seat crying his face off because I couldnt remember who he was, hahaha. Thats about all I can remember,
touches 
my 
thicc ass 
me 
lass
in 
my butt
, I'm such a slut! 
sees 
us, and she's mad 
hun, the sex 
guns 
akimbo 
from my hole 
stop working 
on Daddy's 
kiss 
round left 
, Mommy 
the barrel 
on her tongue 
world 
, and goodbye 
with your stupid 
wife 
, Mommy 
in her 
, no 
in her heart 
Ken doll stuck in her vagina. That girl you called fat? She managed to eat seventeen Big Mac
