Psychedelic Bump VI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5T96LHnEWw"]YouTube - That's Beautiful Man - Clerks

 

^^^hahaha Perfect:tongue:

 

Haha, undying love to a cloud, brilliant!!! About the same time you dosed your 4 aces, I dosed ~40mg of meticin + 800mg piracetam + 245mg Molly, I've been listening to Caribou, Loopdrop, Mouse On Mars, Sigur Ros, Love Spirals Downwards and right now Black Moth Super Rainbow with The Octopus Project, gooood times

Heh, got a question for ya: How many tokes could a TNS toke if a TNS could toke weed? LOL, try saying that 15 times really fast, or fuck it, just smoke some dope

Hah, orison, which did you watch? Fresh Prince or that ALF cheese I barfed onto this thread?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUctc2EViIQ"]YouTube - Caribou - Yeti

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_P10mgP3_4&feature=related"]YouTube - Loopdrop - "Esquina"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6XqmzAzmEY"]YouTube - MOUSE ON MARS Frosch Music Video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zr_MJAOyOeU"]YouTube - Sigur Ros - Glósóli

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55FAuEYKbes"]YouTube - Love's labour's lost - love spirals downwards

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkb6g3mHz_Q"]YouTube - Black Moth Super Rainbow/Octopus Project: Lemon Lime Face

 

man you guys are making me jealous Funny how I always get the itch to trip when I'm working a million days in a row and can't, and when I finally get a day off I'm like meh, don't really feel like it today. It's alright, I've got 5 tabs just sitting and waiting patiently for the first day I have off that I don't also have a ton of other BS to attend to. Life needs to slooooow down and let me off for a minute. I can barely remember what fun is

I have to work again tonight, but I WILL be fitting in a bit of celebrating before I go to bed this morning :sifone: Beautiful day all :sunny:

 

smokin' a bong before work on 420 - just another day for me..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF-xa8bDWac"]YouTube - Tribal Seeds - The Garden

 

Detained under the mental health act in a police cell overnight.

Very hard to explain what happened, have not the energy right now.

 

what!!

 

oh shit!... hope you can let us know sometime..

 

I was with two friends in their garden, then someone in a nearby garden shouted something, not to us to someone else, I thought they were addressing us and started pranging out. Went inside and my friends told me it was fine, by now I was panicking and confused, when they told me nothing had happened I questioned my perception and started wondering what was real what was not. Over and over again I felt as though I had become a vegatable, irreversibly and no matter how many times they explained I didn't understand, I was just touching my face rubbing my chest saying what is this, how has it happened, did I do this to myself, will it be like this forever?

By this point my friends were, to me, not my friends anymore. It felt as though they were being intentionally vague with me and I was just so sorry and guilty for being so confused. I asked if I had upset anyone or caused any offence, no, but I couldn't comprehend anything for more than a few seconds before I reverted back to a state of total confusion, just nothing, no ability to understand words at all.

By now I was feeling so guilty and sad I felt as though I had to leave. This is when things got weird. I imagined somehow that I was in the film Irreversible, or was having to act a certain way, do whatever came to me no matter what it was because it was somehow predefined. I felt as though I was walking thru stuff, and that I just had to keep moving. No matter what I did it went back in a loop. I always came back to the same place, until I realised I was being given another chance at a number of things which I had never experienced. When my friends told me everything would be okay and normal in a few hours I somehow took it that I had to earn my way back to it. Oddly I would move, or do something, and my perception would rock from side to side, when it was straight it was right, if it went back to the left then things would start happeneing again. So I did everything that 'felt right' God knows what it was. I remember running headlong into an oncoming car and it stopping abruptly infront of me, my hands on the bonnet and driver very pissed off. I felt at the time maybe killing myself was what had to happen.

However I didn't even feel alive. I felt as though I was just in another world, that I was somehow alone, that nothing from my life was there anymore. So I may as well just continue with these inane tasks until whatever this is is over. I was in some garden, not sure if it was real, I remember correcting potentially hazardous objects that I was going to climb on or thru, and thinking this was righting things. All of this anxiety about drugs talk came flooding in and I felt as though somehow I was righting things. That maybe I was dead, and this was the end. And everyone is given a chance to right their wrongs.

As this was happening I felt this feeling, like a cramp in your leg, or fear, or anxiety, or forgetting something obvious, some sort of feeling universal to so many wrongs. As I went thru these past feelings, backawards, my life and what I was and what I was seeing, the world became better. To the point where I had done so much I was somehow and old man resting on a walking stick looking at things much better and more content. However there was still this feeling of a loss of balance, that I had to keep trying, that it was inevitable. To the point where I was seeing my life, or some representation of it, in a perfect sense. At the point I wasn't in that life, but it was maybe inside this house I was staring into. That everyone I know was in there, that everything would be okay. by this point the feeling of general anxiety had been replaced with a feeling of hapiness, that I was seeing or feeling how I would if I was perfectly content with everything and satisfied to the fullest.

As I went on from this old man stage, the feeling of contentness grew to pure almost sexual pleasure, the curing of some sort of itch. I actually felt like I was transcending from a human being into, yup, some sort of god. Every time this feeling got better I was rising up from the world, facing the sky, moving into it. I was hallucinating so hard I saw an infinite beam of energy which somehow I was becoming one with. That maybe dying was this, you find out what it feels like to feel perfect. Then once you have worked at righting everything you become this energy, this godlike entity.

However I tried the conservatory door and it was shut. I found myself speaking, in some sort of tongues. Backwards words, like I was in this irreversible film and I was going backwards to the beginning to rebirth or something. Then the curtain twitched back and I was faced with an old woman screeching at me to get away.

After this I'm not so sure but 2 people found me on a street, or in a garden singing screaming to myself. The custardy summary sheet in the prison said 'found exhibiting bizarre behaviour unable to give personal details. These two that found me reminded me of my friends mum, and another of this chavy guy I detest, but he was like I an archatypal one, but he was being nice. gave me a cigarette lit it. I was just laughing at them and crying in a feeling of combined pure sadness and hapiness at the pointlessness of it all, the beauty of seeing and feeling all these things from my life. Like I was experiencing it all and was never gonna come back.

Around this point I still thought maybe I was at my friends house still and was just tripping out or having some lucid weird dream. So I climbed into the police van they took me in. When I was sat in the cell I realised I needed to pee really bad, and thinking I must surely be dreaming and imagining a perfect inside a police station environment complete with people who spoke to me etc. SO I thought, I may be laying in a bed spoaked in my own piss but by this point I had been away for about 5 hours and was sick of it. maybe it would alert the attention of one of my friends which would wake me up in reality getting me out of this jail. So I just took a piss in the corner of the cell, not thinking it a problem in my dream. Someone came told me off, I was amused my imagination was having a go at me. Did it again later! Got told off again

They gave me a blanket but I was still cold, I figured being my dream I would try my luck and ask for 2 more blankets a pillow and a cigarette, I got the blankets. By this point I was taken to see a doctor to assess me. he asked if I knew where I was when it was. looking oddly at him and trying to test if I was dreaming I suggested he tell me what date and month it was so I could tell if I was in a dream or not. With this he sent me back to my cell within a minute. As I left the office I heard a policewoman say I told you he wouldn't be long in there!

Back in the cell I was still tripping way too hard to sleep. So I lay there thinking, waiting, for hours, all night. Until I sobered up, realised the immense pain in my legs and my bare feet that I had been running around in. This was lasting too long to be a dream.

Eventually a different doctor saw me at 9am. By 10 I was out. But this doctor he asked why i take LSD (didn't want to involve Miprocin) why was I wasting and destroying my life. He asked how often I take it, every day, every week, and I addicted. What are your plans when you get home, more drugs, more LSD, some heroin? No I said, I'm foolish not dumb.

I guess that's pretty much it. Never experienced anything like that before, it was wrong. But fascinating all the same. I am so glad to see my friends faces now.

 

@Cheese: Are your legs/feet okay? Do you have an arraignment to attend at a later date, like, were you charged with anything? Your friends should have taken a cue from your incoherence that you were not okay to leave the house, barred you from doing so, and even physically restrained you if need be.

How long ago did you stop using meph? I only ask, because I'm seriously beginning to think that that stuff messes with your brain chemistry in a similar way to meth/speed.

I had a problem with meth when I was a teenager, even dealt it a bit, and everyone around me seemed okay to me when in point of fact none of us were and I was oblivious to it because I was so caught up in that awful shit. I attribute much of my psychotic break on acid when I was 17 to my abuse of meth. Long story short, within a few years time way back when, I had two psychotic breaks, one on something shy of an ounce of shrooms, the other on a single hit of acid. Like you, I had a pyschostimulant problem. The second break I didn't come back from for many months, I do believe I developed Serotonin Syndrome and HPPD at about that point (as you read in the 'perma-fry' thread).

Years later, the only time I ever had another episode like that was after a night of snorting Adderall then snorting 75mg each of 2ci/4 aces. I ended up squandering that trip away in a jail cell too.

I'm really, really wary of this meph shit. From the two times I've had it, the first was okay, but the second time, two grams of those brown glassy shards was gone in about a week. I know for heavy meph users that's not a ton, but for me I could see a pattern developing that I didn't like so I swore the stuff off months ago. I do remember having a sort of blacked out moment on it once where I was really fucking high, then suddenly a few hours had passed, I found some paper I'd written gibberish on, I panicked and checked the computer to be sure I hadn't done something stupid like posted incoherent babblings on any social networking sites or sent out any embarrassing emails, and it was shortly after that moment of losing time that I gave it up and began forming this meth=meph sort of hypothesis. I don't if this does or doesn't confirm my theories, but I'm going to choose to believe it sort of does.

Hang in there Cheese, I'm sure in time you'll be okay. I know you must be rattled right now, and as I mentioned in your 'obsession' thread, I think you'd be wise to give your mind a break from all chems, even alcohol, for a spell. Drugs will always be there, but you may not. After I'd posted that bit in your 'obesession' thread I remember saying to myself when I saw your miprocin 'bump', "shit, I hope this guy's okay to dose today" and "man, I hope he does go there..." *there* being where you did go, thinking about our conversations on this board. IME thinking about shit like that gets redundant, very obesessive, and once those floodgates are opened, all of your defense mechanisms to keep you rational go out the door. I'm so sorry to hear this happened. Just take it easy buddy, okay? You WILL be fine in time, at the worst you've got a bit of a bruised ego.

Fucking jailers and doctors though... "are you going to go home and do heroin?" WTF?!!! Why the fuck do straight, low-rent working stiffs always liken one chem-addled state of mind to the other?

Person "A" does 'x' amount of LSD = Person "A" must also do 'x' amount of smack. Mallards and billy club toting apes.

 

I gave up meph months and months ago but I think it did affect something. Not sure it's as bad as meth but the situations I was in were similar to what you described, but over months with maybe more meph.. Ugh mephedrone..

I can't walk, I can't put any weight on the back of my feet so I have to stumble around on the balls of my feet even then it's so painful. The prison gave me some black gym plymsols type deal, which I got to keep - YAY. Disappointed I didn't get any certificate of sanity, that would've been nice to have on the wall!

This doc says, whyyy, I have a wooman, a wooman ees natural. Have you ever been with a woman before? Yes thanks mate, fucking weirdo he was.
I don't know how I managed to leave. They too were fucked and say the gravity of the situation didn't hit them until I was gone a little bit. I didn't make it far considering where the popop picked me up, not physically anyway but mentally I had covered miles and miles.

Ohhhh God my fucking feet

You are right 'bout the break man. You're right

 

^^Just got done binging on a meph and maybe mdpv mix (bath salt) I am having trouble walking today but it's only because I injected it I think

 

4/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6r_MVjY9p0"]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6r_MVjY9p0

 

Damn Cheese....that sounds like a wild night. Did they charge you with anything or did they just hold you until you were sober?

 

@Cheese: Hey man, at least you didn't tear your scrotum off...

Just keep it cool and keep it real bro, you'll be fine a few months time, I'm living proof

Your brain will bounce back, of that I'm sure. I know I said lay off the drugs altogether, but in hindsight, it might not hurt to aquire some kind of benzo for a while--just don't get hooked on those if you do go that route. Librium, Ativan, Xanax, Klonopin, Valium, phenazepam, etizolam... any one of those should ease things along.

I've taken breaks several times, it's no biggie. I'm sure you've got girls, or a girl, hobbies, other interests besides drooogs. A few months time will fly right on by, just you watch

You're a valued voice IMO on this board, so don't be a stranger, k? I'm positive that after you've given yourself some time for reflection LSD, 2ce, all the good stuff, even miprocin, you won't have a repeat of last night when and if you decide to use hallucinogenics again.

I'm not sure that I agree that meph and meth aren't damaging in the same way, but I'm not a pharmacologist so I really don't know the psychodynamics at play. They just seem eerily similar in the manner by which they induce psychosis.

At any rate, you're lucid and rational now, you aren't on day one of a four or five month long trip back to sanityville. A certificate of sanity would be a humbling/nifty trophy to hang on the wall, lol. I have a love letter somewhere around written by a paranoid schizophrenic from one of my stays in a sanitarium, haha, it's fucking CRAZY!

If you ever want some SERIOUS perspective, and to know for damned sure that you've NOT lost your marbles, a stay in one of those joints will surely provide that for you. You really, really don't want to go there though. If you think jail's bad, trust me, asylums are FAR worse.

I hope your feetsies heal up nicely soon, ouch! I guess you can't fault your friends, but still... somebody probably *could've* taken notice, unless they too were all fucked out of their minds far too much to really understand. What a shame, I'm sorry this happened man.

 

I watched this movie during my trip last night. It's only about 90 minutes long, but it took about 4 hours for me to watch it because I kept going outside and exploring and also pausing the movie for random music breaks. The movie is awesome though. A smile was plastered on my face the whole time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2igjYFojUo"]YouTube - FANTASTIC MR. FOX - Official Theatrical Trailer

 

Omg man you like eek-a-mouse!! NICE

 

This song was fuckin AMAZING last night(thanks pork)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cb61AVsxD34"]YouTube - Motorcycle - As the Rush Comes (Gabriel & Dresden Chill Mix)

 

Thankfully the didn't charge me cause I didn't have any acid on me, or up my backside. When they said that I said you didn't check my backside did you, is that why I'm walking like a bow legged freak?! Thankfully not.

So as soon as the doctor got in on the morning around 9 I was declared fit for release.

I don't know if I need benzos, or for my mind to recover tbh, I mean yeah it was weird but i feel fine now with the exception of my feet n legs. Thanks for the concern though

I'ma take a break. Giving up weed will be hardest, I've already cut that down a lot though.

I mean, something like that trip. A psychotic break? Is that what it was? Hmm.. le sigh.

Surely it looked like it when I was digging in some gravel thinking that the force of resistance on my hands was somehow something pure. if that even happened, I remember falling thru a roof but I doubt, hopefully, that didn't happen.

Fucking hell. Thanks for the talks guys.

 

That's my favorite Ecstasy song! Good stuff,