Forum Overview :: Half-Life: Chemical Existence :: Senor Barborito's First Trip

[quote name="Senor Barborito"]Stayed awake last night despite taking a heavy dose of Ambien - which has made me trip out twice before when I didn't let myself fall asleep immediately after taking it. I got really wound up about some universal application of the idea that everything is just molecules to society - how it would force us to change ethics and language both completely, destroying pronouns along with the concept of blame or fault or responsibility. Anyway, I got quite excited about the topic and was talking to V about it in bed, having taken two Ambien, and I started tripping - only this time, this time unlike my prior two times I do remember it. To put it as the most fantastic experience I have ever had would be an understatement of severe proportions. Judging by what I went through subjectively, veronica (who has a very extensive history within the realm of the 'drug culture', such as it is) jots this one down in the 'several tabs of acid at once' category. Hallucinations doesn't cover it. To quote Fenchurch from <u>So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish</u>, ". . . if that was hallucinations then I have hallucinations in big screen 3D with 16-track Dolby stereo and should probably hire myself out to people who are bored with shark movies." This is just a hundredth of a percent of the shit I saw - some of the more notable ones that really stood out First of all everything had patterns all over it - the thorned vines criss-crossing through the air everywhere were all covered in a tartan (flannel) pattern, there were weird mottled burnt-flesh patterns all over the plankets - veronica's three-overlapping skinless spiked skulls (I insisted she had 6 eyes) had a sort of fossilized-bone-colored spike pattern I can't recall very well. Absolutely everything had spikes and thorns - their were weird 3-dimensional lava lamps and ropes dancing about in space - some of them in smooth volumes and some with a sort of cellular structure to them. There was a huge warlord straight out of a Todd McFarlane bit with a gigantic metal spiked gauntlet pointed at me in a fist in a rather extreme perspective. There were four metal plates on each side of his wrist that ended in giant spikes which extended well past his fist - I had to, was compelled to, punch the fist dead-on with my own and savor the feel of the spikes cruelly sinking into my own fist and watch the blood run down it. Around this time I was all compelled to fit my hand/thumb around veronica's lower so that her chin was in the space between my forefinger and thumb and my forefinger and thumb lay on the lower edge of jaw - "I have to make a V with your jaw," I told her. She tried to calm me down at one point with sex but I was half-impotent owing partly to the fact that a) I couldn't feel my dick or indeed anything below my waist AT ALL, and b) she had gotten her three-flesh-stripped-overlapping (as if teleported on top of one another like those deformed twins on Rotten.com) spiked skulls - and worst of all her flesh was rotting and dripping off of her like some kind of leprous zombie. I think it was around that time that I began raving in a very decent rendition of an English accent, if I do say so myself, telling countless meandering tales about my dealings with the Scots which veronica said were very convincing - as if I had really been there and done those things. On and on and on tale after tale about Scotts. I then began babbling in half-syllables like a baby trailing off in nonsense words - still, I believe, in a good English accent. I also insisted that there were thousands of swords hovering over me stabbing me. If you get the idea that everything I hallucinated was spikes and stabberiness, you're on the right track (except the lava-lamp-volumes and ropes). Also, somewhere around the time I started raving in an English accent I threw up because there was were giant recursive sea serpents inside my throat. That's all I remember of it. V tells me after this I insisted a gigantic purple worm was coming out of her chest, that at one point I claimed I was God, insisted that veronica was being eaten up by things and when she disagreed declared to her that it was too late - she had already been eaten up. Anyways, notes for next time (and there will DEFINITELY be a next time) - bring a recorder, preferrably video. Downside - as a severely bipolar person, I face instant addiction when confronted with alcohol or any kind of drug that brings pleasure, and I find myself craving the experience again already, wondering how I can get more pills (seeing as I've dropped my psychiatrist after he made the mistake of giving me 5 months of prescriptions for all my meds except Ambien and then screwing me over very badly when I had an emergency) and when the soonest I can take them again is, etc. I'm forcing myself to wait at least a month before I do this again. Keep in mind, kids, the drugs here are completely legal and I'm taking my correct dosage (I'm allowed one or two pills, I took two). I'm just refusing to let it knock me out (it's Ambien, a common sleeping pill known for causing VERY weird dreams). I don't think this would work for everyone, as most of you aren't type I rapid-cycling bipolars (the worst kind) and thus aren't prone to massive serotonin abnormalities like I am. Still, this was a helluva trip rife with full-blown interactive hallucinations that affect multiple senses. I suppose technically this would qualify as a 'very pleasant psychotic episodes', but it was a great experience I'm eager to repeat. --SB [/quote]