mediolitro
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Hello all, this is my first experience report. I'm a pretty lousy writer so any tips/criticism is appreciated. Hope you enjoy 
I was in 10th grade. My two friends ( Z and A ) and I were hanging on top of an empty 10-story parking structure at around 4pm. We were gonna see a movie at 6 so we had some time to kill, and Z had brought a fat half-smoked blunt with him. My friends were both relatively experienced with weed at the time, and today are the type of people who you'd call high-functioning stoners. I, on the other hand, am a super-lightweight. Today I don't like smoking more than 1/4 gram in one sitting, as more than that makes me hyper-philosophical and hyper-stupid, a combination that isn't all that fun in my opinion. At the time I didn't know this, having only only smoked 3-4 times before, never properly inhaling for any of them.
As we were discussing about whatever 16 year old boys do, Z relit the blunt and smoked a good amount before passing it down. M did the same and passed it to me. I told them I never smoked a blunt before, so they told me to take one big five second hit into my lungs and hold it for as long as I could. I obliged, but could only hold it in for a few seconds before coughing profusely. My friends started laughing and I passed it back to Z, but I immediately regretted smoking that much. I heard a faint ringing and started getting dizzy. I tried my best to keep it together until an intense crescendo of nausea and anxiety overcame me. I told my friends "excuse me" and quickly stumbled onto the ground with my back against the wall, wanting nothing less than to throw up and embarrass myself.
It was at this point I intuited a technique that has proven extremely useful in handling bad trips, bad drug experiences, shitty life events and meditation; I let go. My friends asked if I was good and I didn't respond, I just focused on my breath and vowed not to fight against the growing uncomfortability. Then something really strange happened. I've never experienced this since and nor has anyone I've spoken to. People usually say I made this up or I'm misremembering, but I swear to whatever higher power you have faith in that this is what I saw. With my eyes closed, the edges of my vision slowly gained a lime-green hue, with its coverage and intensity growing with the high pitched drone and nausea. At a certain point I opened my eyes but the tint didn't go away, and over a few minutes my entire vision was covered with green static. I was pretty confused and frightened, but I had this gut feeling that any slight movement or thought would make everything ten times worse, so I simply sat and observed. My friends were worried and were talking about what they should do. Their anxiety was palpable and fed into mine, so I let out a mumbled "I'm good". After that final action my anxiety and nausea slowly subsided and the sensory effects became all-encompassing. I entered this peculiar area that was pretty peaceful. I wouldn't call that space psychedelic in nature, as my mind was perfectly silent and the audio-visual hallucinations were pretty uniform. I didn't really feel my body, the boundaries sort of melted away and I was alone in and one with this weird weed world. I'd describe it as a forced meditation, however I didn't gain any insights or wisdom from it, aside from a repeatable practice I use when overwhelmed by the physical effects of a substance. I still had my sense of time but I didn't really care about it.
After what felt like an hour, the lime backdrop started regaining definition and I started to pick out different sounds from the drone. As quickly as it came the tint receded to the edges of my vision and the world sounded normal again. As soon as I was fully back I stood up, my friends asking me what the fuck happened and if I was good. I asked how long I was out for and they said 15 minutes which surprised me. They also said I had a big dumb grin on my face. I told my them "I finally get what greening out was, that was crazy". After describing my experience they told me they've never heard of anyone else going through that before and we had a good laugh about it.
Anyways, this one of my most important and definitely my funniest drug experience. The longer this story recedes into my memory the more I start to doubt it, but it's one of those experiences that's so inexplicable that you tell yourself "you're not gonna forget this happened" right after it happens. If anyone's experienced anything similar to this, knows someone who has or knows why such a thing would occur please let me know. Thanks for the read
I was in 10th grade. My two friends ( Z and A ) and I were hanging on top of an empty 10-story parking structure at around 4pm. We were gonna see a movie at 6 so we had some time to kill, and Z had brought a fat half-smoked blunt with him. My friends were both relatively experienced with weed at the time, and today are the type of people who you'd call high-functioning stoners. I, on the other hand, am a super-lightweight. Today I don't like smoking more than 1/4 gram in one sitting, as more than that makes me hyper-philosophical and hyper-stupid, a combination that isn't all that fun in my opinion. At the time I didn't know this, having only only smoked 3-4 times before, never properly inhaling for any of them.
As we were discussing about whatever 16 year old boys do, Z relit the blunt and smoked a good amount before passing it down. M did the same and passed it to me. I told them I never smoked a blunt before, so they told me to take one big five second hit into my lungs and hold it for as long as I could. I obliged, but could only hold it in for a few seconds before coughing profusely. My friends started laughing and I passed it back to Z, but I immediately regretted smoking that much. I heard a faint ringing and started getting dizzy. I tried my best to keep it together until an intense crescendo of nausea and anxiety overcame me. I told my friends "excuse me" and quickly stumbled onto the ground with my back against the wall, wanting nothing less than to throw up and embarrass myself.
It was at this point I intuited a technique that has proven extremely useful in handling bad trips, bad drug experiences, shitty life events and meditation; I let go. My friends asked if I was good and I didn't respond, I just focused on my breath and vowed not to fight against the growing uncomfortability. Then something really strange happened. I've never experienced this since and nor has anyone I've spoken to. People usually say I made this up or I'm misremembering, but I swear to whatever higher power you have faith in that this is what I saw. With my eyes closed, the edges of my vision slowly gained a lime-green hue, with its coverage and intensity growing with the high pitched drone and nausea. At a certain point I opened my eyes but the tint didn't go away, and over a few minutes my entire vision was covered with green static. I was pretty confused and frightened, but I had this gut feeling that any slight movement or thought would make everything ten times worse, so I simply sat and observed. My friends were worried and were talking about what they should do. Their anxiety was palpable and fed into mine, so I let out a mumbled "I'm good". After that final action my anxiety and nausea slowly subsided and the sensory effects became all-encompassing. I entered this peculiar area that was pretty peaceful. I wouldn't call that space psychedelic in nature, as my mind was perfectly silent and the audio-visual hallucinations were pretty uniform. I didn't really feel my body, the boundaries sort of melted away and I was alone in and one with this weird weed world. I'd describe it as a forced meditation, however I didn't gain any insights or wisdom from it, aside from a repeatable practice I use when overwhelmed by the physical effects of a substance. I still had my sense of time but I didn't really care about it.
After what felt like an hour, the lime backdrop started regaining definition and I started to pick out different sounds from the drone. As quickly as it came the tint receded to the edges of my vision and the world sounded normal again. As soon as I was fully back I stood up, my friends asking me what the fuck happened and if I was good. I asked how long I was out for and they said 15 minutes which surprised me. They also said I had a big dumb grin on my face. I told my them "I finally get what greening out was, that was crazy". After describing my experience they told me they've never heard of anyone else going through that before and we had a good laugh about it.
Anyways, this one of my most important and definitely my funniest drug experience. The longer this story recedes into my memory the more I start to doubt it, but it's one of those experiences that's so inexplicable that you tell yourself "you're not gonna forget this happened" right after it happens. If anyone's experienced anything similar to this, knows someone who has or knows why such a thing would occur please let me know. Thanks for the read
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