Ok. So like tele and endlessness stated, I'm unfortunately not able to recall much of this journey. I hope it left me with more subconsciously than it did consciously. Here is what I can recall however.
Recently, before vaporizing spice I've been first vaping a bowl of Caapi vine. It's been a really nice way of slowing down and extending the experience for me. This was the first time in a while that I didn't vape the Caapi first, I just used it as a base for my spice. Perhaps this had a significant impact on my experience.
I loaded about 40mg of orange spice on top of Caapi vine and took my first hit from my GVG. It was significant, and the weirdness was definitely coming on, but wasn't crazy strong. I exhaled and took a second hit. This time the GVG was up to ideal temp and the hit was huge. I swear I recall smoke coming out from my eyes. At this point I was rocketed into and through hyperspace faster than I have ever experienced before. I could feel the presence of "all the usual characters" and recall passing through some familiar areas of hyperspace. The problem was that I felt like I was strapped to a rocket and I had no ability to take in the experience. It was like blasting through tunnels of familiar friends and places, but going so fast I couldn't say hi, or interact in any way. Every image, vision, sound or being that I experience was only there for a nano-second, before I blasted past. All I could do was try and survive the ride.
Things felt very cold and dark. Not the warm, glowing hyperspace that I'm used to. It felt like the spice was telling me: "Deal with it buddy. This one is for me, and not for you." It felt like it was teaching me a lesson. Smacking me around and beating me up the whole way. I was completely out of conscious awareness during this time. I had no idea who or where I was, or even what I had taken.
The first bit of awareness that I recall was when something communicated to me (angrily), "You're not getting out of here without taking this with you!" At this point my entire experience was packaged up and stuffed into a rectangular, shiny, chrome colored box. It was like whatever lesson was being taught, along with my entire experience was zipped up like an archive file or something, and handed to me as a material object. At this point I had some understanding of the lesson being taught, and was certain I would recall everything, but... Fuck me. The underlying theme was something like "you need to stop", but I don't know really what that was referring to. I have some ideas, but not well formed enough to spill here. I don't think it was referring to spice however.
Anyhow, at this point I was racing down a stream of white lines through hyperspace, with that chrome box (my trip zipped up within my trip) just out in front of me the whole way. Just beyond my reach. When I think back on it, it kind of reminds me of the game Guitar Hero. You know how you cruise along the strings of the guitar neck? A lot like that, but twisting and turning the whole way, and surprisingly less color. I knew at this point that I was riding the "highway" to the exit portal of hyperspace, and that little chrome box was coming with me!
Alas, I snapped back into the room. Astounded and relieved (this was not a very pleasant ride). It had constant overtones of punishment and darkness. The chrome box was gone, along with most of the experience. The afterglow was very nice however. It was warm and psychedelic. All I could do at this point was put my face in my hands as repeat "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!" :shock:
Now. If I can just find that little chrome box, and see what's in it!
Peace my friends and thanks for reading!
-idt
Do come back to tell us if you can somehow express a bit of what you went through 
