newswimmer
Rising Star
Last night(x-mas) my friend had the worst experience ever. He's new to this stuff. Been smoking about a month, prob 3-5 days out of the week, but maybe only once or twice the first week. He wrote the next little passage about 30 minutes after he "woke up" from the trip. He went to sleep about an hour after he wrote, and had some crazy dreams last night, has no idea of what, and woke up this morning feeling very confused. Today he's been in a somewhat disoriented head space. Not feeling completely [i:03bc0cee5a]there[/i:03bc0cee5a]. He's not certain what to make of it. All of his experiences have been beautiful, enjoyable, and a few very intense but remaining a good experience. Does this happen to any of you? What do you make of it? He wants to enjoy the wonders of the spice again, but might be a little afraid of having another experience such as that. Here's the passage he wrote(unedited): "i think i just saw the end of the world. I have no clue what happend. Nothing made sense. it seemed like everything was falling apart, i was losing my life, my soul, my world. it's 30 min after I 'woke up'. I have no idea what happend. I just figured out how to operate a computer. I have almost no clue how much i smoked. I had drank 4 beers before I smoked. At this point, I'm not certain the world will ever make sense again. I know i need to write. I didn't have music on, no incense burning. I was alone. It was like a screaming inside my head. I have no FUCKING clue what I saw/experienced, and that scared teh shit out of me. I could make sense of nothing. I came out, everything was hitting me a mile a minute. the computer wouldn't work, the phone wouldn't work, nothing would work. I was freaking out b/c i couldn't make sense of the things that were happening to me. I walked out side, i got scared. i came back inside, and all the amentities of this world were freaking me out. nothing made sense. I made a few attempts at human contact, but no one was there. It's 1:30 am/ everyone is sleeping, of course. What was the cause? To much? to drunk? no music to "coach" me? Abuse of a power greater than myself? I have no fucking idea. I just had the shit scared out of me. I have no how long it lasted. I can't tell if I'm affected by the beer right now, or if I'm just disacciated with the world. WHAT THE FUCK just happend? Holy shit. I was just cuddled up in bed w/ my cute g/f watching a movie and making sweet love less than 2 hours ago. Then, like nothing, the world ceased to make sense. I feel like all I need to do is get in bed, watch tv, and go to sleep. But that all seems so trivial. What is tv? and why is it worth a shit to me? Why is anything worth a shit to me? It sounds like I've got a lot to contemplate. How will I react in the morning. Did I abuse a ritual as a recreation? It's no joke. This fucking shit is no joke. I wanted to throw it all away, and tell everyone to never do this again. Everything has been so positive up until this point. Why the break? What gives? I have NO FUCKING clue. Now that I'm thinking about it. I smoked A LOT. I remember numerous HUGE hits out of the machine. I put a lot in there. A LOT. Easily 200mg. Easily. Was it my barely drunk courage that made that happen. I can't let go of the screaming. It wasn't a human scream, it was like the sound of an highpowered engine topping out. Man o man. " He would appreciate your thoughts.