ribbit01234
Rising Star
I just tried enhanced leaf (i made electric sheep blend) for the second time and i'm not sure if i've broken through or not. My first attempt with it ended with me just feeling surrounded by warmth, I kept my eyes closed for the most part. I know I didn't break through with through with this attempt since I barely packed any in there, but I felt like something was coccooning me into wherever I would end up. Each hit I felt the warmth was growing, so I wanted to keep going but couldn't since I didn't pack enough. The glimpses of my room when I opened my eyes made it look like everything was dancing and full of warmth and love.
My second try I just decided to keep smoking it and smoking it (changed pieces from spoon pipe to small bubbler). I took about two hits and when I was going to start my third I flicked my bic and the next thing I knew my room was 2D and cel-shaded and a lot of it reminded me of one of those Mondrian paintings. I was so scared and alone. Everything looked like it was suctioned, and my posters were flat against my wall (normally they're hanging) and the poster prints lost their form, but had the colors arranged (i can't even make words to describe this). My entire room felt like it lost it's life (like how most rooms have a certain "air" about them, this time the air was gone) and I wasn't welcome there. My legs were covered with blankets when I smoked, and it looked like it was vacuum sealed to me, but still had this...shape to it, like polygons for 3d imaging, and the things in my room within reach (a pencil, my phone, and an mp3 player) seemed like they were just plastic molds of their former selves. Anyway, everything was just so void and empty, but I still felt a presence of sorts but my only way to describe it is as an embodiment of loneliness which I couldn't see but could feel. The entire time I was worried something would open my door, which was just a blank slab of tan against my wall at this point.
I decided to stop smoking after that because I was just horrified and felt like it didn't want me to be there. Being stuck in a world like that for a short time seemed like one thing, but the isolation made me feel empty and want to leave. So I closed my eyes and told myself it's just a drug and then I felt a bit better, but I still didn't open them until the CEVs were gone completely.
Was that a breakthrough? One on hand I feel like it wasn't since I'm still asking if it was, but on the other, I just can't wrap my brain around it. My biggest question is why it felt like my hand was being held the entire time the first time smoking, but the second time there was just nothing. I felt so comfortable the first time and want to go back to that space, I don't want to go back to where I just was.
This is experience made me feel a bit ambivalent towards breaking through for some reason. I really want to face/experience that warmth again, but at the same time I'm terrified of feeling isolated.
My second try I just decided to keep smoking it and smoking it (changed pieces from spoon pipe to small bubbler). I took about two hits and when I was going to start my third I flicked my bic and the next thing I knew my room was 2D and cel-shaded and a lot of it reminded me of one of those Mondrian paintings. I was so scared and alone. Everything looked like it was suctioned, and my posters were flat against my wall (normally they're hanging) and the poster prints lost their form, but had the colors arranged (i can't even make words to describe this). My entire room felt like it lost it's life (like how most rooms have a certain "air" about them, this time the air was gone) and I wasn't welcome there. My legs were covered with blankets when I smoked, and it looked like it was vacuum sealed to me, but still had this...shape to it, like polygons for 3d imaging, and the things in my room within reach (a pencil, my phone, and an mp3 player) seemed like they were just plastic molds of their former selves. Anyway, everything was just so void and empty, but I still felt a presence of sorts but my only way to describe it is as an embodiment of loneliness which I couldn't see but could feel. The entire time I was worried something would open my door, which was just a blank slab of tan against my wall at this point.
I decided to stop smoking after that because I was just horrified and felt like it didn't want me to be there. Being stuck in a world like that for a short time seemed like one thing, but the isolation made me feel empty and want to leave. So I closed my eyes and told myself it's just a drug and then I felt a bit better, but I still didn't open them until the CEVs were gone completely.
Was that a breakthrough? One on hand I feel like it wasn't since I'm still asking if it was, but on the other, I just can't wrap my brain around it. My biggest question is why it felt like my hand was being held the entire time the first time smoking, but the second time there was just nothing. I felt so comfortable the first time and want to go back to that space, I don't want to go back to where I just was.
This is experience made me feel a bit ambivalent towards breaking through for some reason. I really want to face/experience that warmth again, but at the same time I'm terrified of feeling isolated.