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On December 08 2011 03:56 Boundz(DarKo) wrote:
Happy birthday to myself
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On December 08 2011 03:56 Boundz(DarKo) wrote:
Happy birthday to myself

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On December 07 2011 15:35 Fulgrim wrote:
Hey TLers, I tried shrooms the other day. And ohhh man it was quite a trip. I took an eighth with an acquaintance and 2 of his friends. Didn't feel anything for a while, we went out and smoked a bowl or two. Got food and came back, I was up from the weed but not really feeling much from the shrooms, until suddenly BAM. It was like the visualizer from the music came out of the screen and started dancing around the room. Whenever I looked at a screen (computer, or phone or whatever) I was dragged onto another plane of reality, and was kept there for a long time. Like sometimes hours or maybe even days on end, I'm not sure, and sometimes I'd be brought back into a room with the same people, but there was something different about them. I kept on repeating this process, and it got kind of scary. So at times I'd try to tell them that I wasn't in the right reality and I was just going to go back to my regular one, but they never knew/wouldn't let me get back to where I was from. I tried to get out of the room sometimes when I was in these places, but for some reason the door was a challenge I couldn't overcome, I would get up and reach out and grab the handle sometimes, but then i'd check my phone and I'd suddenly be back on the bed, or talked down or something.

I was kind of uncomfortable with one of the guys we were tripping with, he was a really quiet dude, and that made me uncomfortable + with all the changing realities, I wanted to get out of there. An idea planted in my head that was to "find out who I am" So I just left everyone and went back to my dorm room without telling them where I was going. I went to my room and found my roommate playing MW3. Somehow what felt like an instant later, the other guys i was tripping with burst into the room, my roommate knew them as well. Time started going infinitely slower at this point. I don't know what was going on, but I realized I left my phone back in the other dorm room, and needed to go get it to keep track of time, because when I checked my roommates, it never changed. I'm not sure how much of the next bit was in my head and what happened because afterwards my roommate said that we were only in the room for a few minutes tops, but I had a completely different experience. We decided to go back and get my phone after my roommate finished the current game.

The minute between 8:29 and 8:30 seemed to last several lifetimes. I entered a thought loop (which i had never heard of before, but the name is very appropriate) It was probably the strangest thing i've ever experienced, its like this same sequence of events happens over and over and over and over for what literally feels like forever. For me it went something like this:

Christian would look at me and say: "Don't you have to get your phone?", and I'd walk to the door, but for whatever reason couldn't open it. Something would happen and I'd be talked down, and I'd go over to henry and we'd both say: "the loop, its a thought loop" or something like that aknowledging it, I would look at andrews phone and it'd say the exact same time, and then either get lost in my laptop screen or something until, christian would remind me that I needed to get my phone. I don't know exactly how it worked, because apparently henry was experiencing a similar thing, but the other two guys weren't. This continued for what felt eternity. At one point I thought I was going to go insane. From then on, time didn't seem to pass at all, we left andrews room somehow and got my phone, but I was still stuck in some kind of loop or something. I was down in whatever it was for so long, I literally forgot what words were, I couldn't think of them, couldn't remember my own name or the name of anyone around me. I kind of had to surrender myself to the trip, because it seemed like time was moving, but we were kind of moving against the flow of it or something, idk. I had no control over the trip whatsoever. I felt like I was somewhere beyond the normal beyond reality (e.g. religion, hallucinations, dreams whatever) and just reached this plane with a bunch of crazy shit and met it with complete apathy. Couldn't be phased by anything because I thought i'd be there forever. Slowly, very very slowly. I started to recall names of things like zippers an sidewalks, seemingly random, and realized that things were going to be ok. Once I recovered enough, I left the guys i was tripping with, and went back and puked my guts out. Shrooms do not sit well on the stomach.

Overall, besides henry, the other two had a very enjoyable experience. My problem may have been I was stressing, the amount I took wasn't an eighth (we just kind of divided it into 4 separate piles so there was no exact measurement- which was my guess), or something set me off. Either way, be careful when trying shrooms, test yourself first before jumping headfirst into it with a full dose, or you could have a really terrifying experience.

On December 07 2011 15:35 Fulgrim wrote:
Hey TLers, I tried shrooms the other day. And ohhh man it was quite a trip. I took an eighth with an acquaintance and 2 of his friends. Didn't feel anything for a while, we went out and smoked a bowl or two. Got food and came back, I was up from the weed but not really feeling much from the shrooms, until suddenly BAM. It was like the visualizer from the music came out of the screen and started dancing around the room. Whenever I looked at a screen (computer, or phone or whatever) I was dragged onto another plane of reality, and was kept there for a long time. Like sometimes hours or maybe even days on end, I'm not sure, and sometimes I'd be brought back into a room with the same people, but there was something different about them. I kept on repeating this process, and it got kind of scary. So at times I'd try to tell them that I wasn't in the right reality and I was just going to go back to my regular one, but they never knew/wouldn't let me get back to where I was from. I tried to get out of the room sometimes when I was in these places, but for some reason the door was a challenge I couldn't overcome, I would get up and reach out and grab the handle sometimes, but then i'd check my phone and I'd suddenly be back on the bed, or talked down or something.

I was kind of uncomfortable with one of the guys we were tripping with, he was a really quiet dude, and that made me uncomfortable + with all the changing realities, I wanted to get out of there. An idea planted in my head that was to "find out who I am" So I just left everyone and went back to my dorm room without telling them where I was going. I went to my room and found my roommate playing MW3. Somehow what felt like an instant later, the other guys i was tripping with burst into the room, my roommate knew them as well. Time started going infinitely slower at this point. I don't know what was going on, but I realized I left my phone back in the other dorm room, and needed to go get it to keep track of time, because when I checked my roommates, it never changed. I'm not sure how much of the next bit was in my head and what happened because afterwards my roommate said that we were only in the room for a few minutes tops, but I had a completely different experience. We decided to go back and get my phone after my roommate finished the current game.

The minute between 8:29 and 8:30 seemed to last several lifetimes. I entered a thought loop (which i had never heard of before, but the name is very appropriate) It was probably the strangest thing i've ever experienced, its like this same sequence of events happens over and over and over and over for what literally feels like forever. For me it went something like this:

Christian would look at me and say: "Don't you have to get your phone?", and I'd walk to the door, but for whatever reason couldn't open it. Something would happen and I'd be talked down, and I'd go over to henry and we'd both say: "the loop, its a thought loop" or something like that aknowledging it, I would look at andrews phone and it'd say the exact same time, and then either get lost in my laptop screen or something until, christian would remind me that I needed to get my phone. I don't know exactly how it worked, because apparently henry was experiencing a similar thing, but the other two guys weren't. This continued for what felt eternity. At one point I thought I was going to go insane. From then on, time didn't seem to pass at all, we left andrews room somehow and got my phone, but I was still stuck in some kind of loop or something. I was down in whatever it was for so long, I literally forgot what words were, I couldn't think of them, couldn't remember my own name or the name of anyone around me. I kind of had to surrender myself to the trip, because it seemed like time was moving, but we were kind of moving against the flow of it or something, idk. I had no control over the trip whatsoever. I felt like I was somewhere beyond the normal beyond reality (e.g. religion, hallucinations, dreams whatever) and just reached this plane with a bunch of crazy shit and met it with complete apathy. Couldn't be phased by anything because I thought i'd be there forever. Slowly, very very slowly. I started to recall names of things like zippers an sidewalks, seemingly random, and realized that things were going to be ok. Once I recovered enough, I left the guys i was tripping with, and went back and puked my guts out. Shrooms do not sit well on the stomach.

Overall, besides henry, the other two had a very enjoyable experience. My problem may have been I was stressing, the amount I took wasn't an eighth (we just kind of divided it into 4 separate piles so there was no exact measurement- which was my guess), or something set me off. Either way, be careful when trying shrooms, test yourself first before jumping headfirst into it with a full dose, or you could have a really terrifying experience.

On December 08 2011 08:31 Hellburn wrote:
I have a question for every druggy out there who had problems quitting & co :

I have been smoking on a pretty much daily basis for a year, and must average about 2 joints per day, yet when I stop for a week I feel no withdrawal symptoms yet see many people who have great problems with quitting.

I suppose this isn't much of a question but I still wonder how we react differently to withdrawal. Perhaps my daily intake isn't as elevated as those who have serious issues with stopping, or perhaps there is a psychological factor to be taken into account, several times throughout the year I had quite heavy smoking weeks then would go cold turkey for a week.