After several occasions of low dose nutmeg use, SWIM decided to go all out for one last nutmeg hurrah, to see if he could actually achieve the alleged psychedelic effects of high doses. This presented a particularly difficult problem for SWIM: pure nutmeg has one of the most nauseating, unpleasant tastes SWIM can imagine, and to consume such a high does would require an extended period of tormented consumption. Nevertheless, SWIM trusted in his will power and resolved to go through with his plan. At the local grocery store, SWIM discreetly dumped a can of whole nutmeg nuts into his pocket and returned the empty can to the shelf before walking casually out the door.
Later, at about 2 o'clock, SWIM retreated to his room with a bag of barbecue chips, a bottle of Fufu Berry Jones soda, and 10 nutmeg nuts. SWIM arranged the nuts in a line, a nutmeg gauntlet if you will, and prepared himself for the unpleasant ordeal. The first few nuts were easy enough. The worst part is their drying effect, making it extremely difficult to chew up and then swallow the entire nut. By the 5th or 6th nut, SWIM struggled not to vomit or at least choke up everything he had just forced down. With alot of breaks and flavor blasting with the chips and soda SWIM finally managed to consume all ten nuts, much to his relief. So the hard part was over, now all SWIM had to do was relax and wait.
At about 8:30 pm, SWIM was in his girlfriend's basement playing mariokart 64 when he began to feel the telltale almost opiate like warmth of the nutmeg high. Only this time was different, because unlike his other experiences SWIM could tell that he was soon going to be absolutely blasted with this sensation.
10:30 pm: SWIM is now at home, as this occurred on a weeknight, and has begun playing multiplayer halo pc. The high is really overwhelming but pleasant now, not nearly as analgesic as an opiate high, but more powerful. The nutmeg high is comparable to the warm and fuzzy drowsy feeling you have when you've just woken up from a deep, deep sleep, only exponentially more intense. So far this is the same as SWIM's other nutmeg experiences.
12:00 am: The high is kicking in even more powerfully, in waves, taking SWIM by surprise. He's still playing halo and has become almost completely mentally engaged in the game, as though the screen is actually his reality. SWIM feels like the chat interaction with other players is paper thin, and he can almost see right through it and interact directly with each person he talks to.
1:00 am: Finally SWIM is noting psychological effects. His thought pattern has become very strange, in a rather indescribable way. This thought pattern feels strange but is decidedly pleasant; SWIM feels sort of like he's thinking from the depths of his childhood imagination, perceiving a variety of fantastical ideation as nearly real. At this point SWIM is satisfied with his experience and feels ready to lie down and contentedly drift to sleep.
This was an extremely pleasant experience, and of course very long lasting. The pleasant fuzzy feeling continued throughout the entire duration of the next day, although it was accompanied by a faint headache. SWIM would suggest nutmeg for any drug user who seeks new and unusual experiences, but SWIM would probably never use nutmeg again, the only reason being the horrible experience of consuming the nuts. It actually makes SWIM kind of sad, since he'd really like to experience this again but now can't even get the faintest whiff of nutmeg without feeling a swell of nausea.