Have you ever been with someone who totally freaked out, thought they were gonna die or wouldn't do the logical thing that needed to be done? I hate that, I realize that it can be hard to accept that your fine but you have to accept it or calm down, when I was younger I got caught on XTC because the person I was with was so sure the ywere gonna die and the ywere breathing so heavily that it could be heard all through the house. Now if you can't breathe or you start to convulse or other od type things then get help, but if you just go numb or something like that calm down, so to anyone planning to do a strong psychadelic
PLEASE FOR YOURS AND YOUR SITTER SAKE STAY CALME AND JUST RIDE THE VIBE it'll be a much better trip if you do.
First time I ever did DXM was in my college dorm. Lots of people were
around and they all started freaking out when I was on it. They kept
saying that I was going to die and needed to be taken to the hospital.
Even though it was my first time, I knew in my head that I was
perfectly fine because I had seen others on it before so I knew what to
expect. Same shit happened another time I was on DXM... This girl who
saw me on it called fucking poison control and asked the symptoms of a
robitussin overdose. The person she was on the phone with asked for the
address of where we were at. She gave it to them. I didn't want an
ambulance or something showing up at the house and causing a bunch of
shit so I had my other friend who was there and sober drive me
somewhere else. I know that people can get concerned and shit, but
damn, at least have the slightest clue what you are talking about
before you go and freak on someone telling them that they are going to
die.
I freaked out on mushrooms one night. I thought I was in hell, but I just sat there the entire night. My friends said I looked like I was gonna kill someone.
That's exactly why you shouldn't do ANYTHING
It's so awesome to be passing out, paranoid, or terrified...so cool.
yep! a friend pulled a whitie.................. WOW she went mad i thought she was dying!
but shes fine now!
First time I ever did DXM was in my college dorm. Lots of people were
around and they all started freaking out when I was on it. They kept
saying that I was going to die and needed to be taken to the hospital.
Even though it was my first time, I knew in my head that I was
perfectly fine because I had seen others on it before so I knew what to
expect. Same shit happened another time I was on DXM... This girl who
saw me on it called fucking poison control and asked the symptoms of a
robitussin overdose. The person she was on the phone with asked for the
address of where we were at. She gave it to them. I didn't want an
ambulance or something showing up at the house and causing a bunch of
shit so I had my other friend who was there and sober drive me
somewhere else. I know that people can get concerned and shit, but
damn, at least have the slightest clue what you are talking about
before you go and freak on someone telling them that they are going to
die.
wow man thats weird... how does that situation come up where your on
something and fine and tripping... and someone else realizes your on
something and starts freaking out on your? i mean wtf?
ok so a person is tripping... perfectly fine enjoying their tripp...
why the fuck would u start freaking out on them? dude your gonna die...
if someone told me that while i was tripping i would so be pissed off
at them liek what the fuck are u talking about? im fine... what the
hell... besides thats the worst u can do for someone is call for
help...
not saying dont call for help... but only under circumstances... like
they cant breath or are like bleeding or doing something crazy
stupid... if they just wont respond that fine... just let them be... if
your a sitter just watch them... as long as they are breathing you know
and have pulse then they are fine... even if a person asks for help try
to talk to them... if thats all they can say then yea get them help...
if u can find out what they took...that would help u decide best
action...
like me if i was sittin someone that was tripping...its their first
time and they go and take like a bottle of robo... and u know they are
tripping and say they dont like it and start freakin or whatever... i
would talk them into changing their thoughts... and enviroment... but i
dont think at any point i would get them help unless i see some kinda
allergic reaction...
remember dont just get a sitter... get a smart one... and make some rules... like rules u know about yourself..
cause if im gonna trip... id seriously would rather die then wake up in jail or in the hospital...but thats me...
but seriously remember thats the last thing a tripper wants to happen
is them to wake up in jail or hospital or in trouble or what not... so
think wisely as a sitter... make those a last option...
but as a sitter these decision can be hard... </span>
If the sitter ends up decieding your better off dead than in jail, ou probably didnt have a good sitter to begin with
lol no i said u gotta make that clear with the sitter... thats what im
saying... i would tell the sitter that keep in mind id rather end up
dead than in jail...not saying this goes for all... now an unknowing
sitter of your thoughts... decides this on their own then yea thats
prolly pretty fucked... but i guess in the end u prolly wouldnt know...
and it was your choice to begin with to risk your life...
Isochrist
04-11-2005, 08:08
If anyone has had such experiences, please, post on about such things,
becuase this is quite difficult to explain, and I'm sure I will only
sound like a retard trying to, anyways...
... I once enjoyed ether. In fact, for some time I enjoyed it. I would
give me the normal head rush, I would feel strange and get the auditory
humming and all of that that goes along with you basic ether buzz (mind
you, the buzz is NOT like that in Fear and loathing in las vegas, for
all your wanna-be gonzo journalists). Then one day, me and my friend
were sitting my in his woman's basement inhaling some ether. To make a
long story short, I went into what I can only describe as, "the
crunch". My friend went into it as well. It was not like an ether high.
Not at all. It was deathly serious. I felt all of time stand to a
still, and then the very idea of time itself dissappeared around me and
my friend. I realized that I was stuck in the floor. I was molded to
it, a part of it. My friend was molded into the wall. Time stood
still, and I it was as if god himself has said to me "Hey!, you fucked
up, now you're stuck there FOREVER!". I physically began kicking very
hard, because of coarse I felt trapped in eternity... It's a very hard,
if not impossible feeling to describe. It's as if, you know that what
is at hand will last forever, and there you are, with just this friend
of yours, stuck for all of eternity. Everyone else gets to hand out
together, and you are stuck there with one other person, for the rest
of existence. This eventually faded, and me and my friend did a whole
lot of crying for the rest of the night. It was heavest thing I've had
laid on me.
Later, this happened to me the next time I did ether, but not to such a
horrible extent. Still though, I was at the end of time, and I was
stuck in an eternal lonesomeness, left to myself while everything else
worked out great.
I decided not to do ether any more after that.
The next time I did NO2 the "crunch happened" again. I recall saying
something to my friend like "oh no, it's happening again!". Then I did
a somersault (I do that whever the crunch happens, for whatever reason
my body makes a circle, and rolls over itself) and fit into an
unbelievably small area. My friends had all seen it this time, and were
amazed at what I did. Of coarse, I was not there for all this time, for
evertime that I go into "the crunch", I am not in my body.
Anyways, I thought I was done with "the crunch" for the time being,
until I dropped some acid a month or two ago. I smoked some pot and it
happened again.
Now, here is this mental space that I've entered into on more than 2
different drugs. Normally these drugs don't bring me to such a place,
and it seems to me that this experience is following me from drug to
drug.
A friend of mine found something on frontal lobe seizures. She said
that she seen a documentary on it where the people described having
religous states that matched mine. Basically a feeling of eternal
hopelessness and longing. This just totally confuses me... how can one
state, one specific feeling, follow me over so many different drugs?
If anyone has had similar events happen to them, I would love to hear
it, because this "crunch" of mine hasn't really happened to anyone I
know but my one friend, and it seems to be trans-buzzed (to coin a
term). If you've had any sort of similar experience, please share.
This whole "crunch" has changed the way I look at reality now.