Bonny
Rising Star
... hyperspace will be decidedly unforgiving.
Usual style (as from my last thread), home made bottle bong with spice sandwiched between layers of bacci. I had two hits and started to go, staggered (mentally) to get the third time to my face and blast it. And I was gone.
As a factor of the (subjectively) high dose and lack of sleep, my memory is very hazy. All I keep coming back to is one word, onslaught. The entire trip I was basically facing a continuous barrage of power, not altogether malign, but certainly overwhelming. I could feel myself pinned to the chair and essentially gibbering away. When I came back round I was decidedly concerned I may have voided bowel contents, put it that way.
I had some visuals, I know that. But I was completely seperated from my mind this time, any concepts of what I was doing, why I was doing it, who I was, where I was. Time stopped a couple of times, and at some point straight after time stopped, the scene swooped around me and a large head made of facets came in. Like that boss from Lylat Wars. It seemed to be mocking me and my feeble mind as it was withered away by the power.
I eventually remembered I could open my eyes, and aborted the trip and grounded myself in reality.
Sinister, frankly.
Not offputting enough to forego the spice, but I certainly won't be doing it tired again.
AND with jeans, trainers, salopettes, shirt, hoody AND bike jacket with thermal layer inside I was still bloody freezing in my trip. Which also didn't help I think.
Usual style (as from my last thread), home made bottle bong with spice sandwiched between layers of bacci. I had two hits and started to go, staggered (mentally) to get the third time to my face and blast it. And I was gone.
As a factor of the (subjectively) high dose and lack of sleep, my memory is very hazy. All I keep coming back to is one word, onslaught. The entire trip I was basically facing a continuous barrage of power, not altogether malign, but certainly overwhelming. I could feel myself pinned to the chair and essentially gibbering away. When I came back round I was decidedly concerned I may have voided bowel contents, put it that way.
I had some visuals, I know that. But I was completely seperated from my mind this time, any concepts of what I was doing, why I was doing it, who I was, where I was. Time stopped a couple of times, and at some point straight after time stopped, the scene swooped around me and a large head made of facets came in. Like that boss from Lylat Wars. It seemed to be mocking me and my feeble mind as it was withered away by the power.
I eventually remembered I could open my eyes, and aborted the trip and grounded myself in reality.
Sinister, frankly.
Not offputting enough to forego the spice, but I certainly won't be doing it tired again.
AND with jeans, trainers, salopettes, shirt, hoody AND bike jacket with thermal layer inside I was still bloody freezing in my trip. Which also didn't help I think.