Crazy, terrifying experience on very potent marijuana- Psych eval may be required
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Guys, I think I am in trouble. I am really high right now for fear of sleeping. But I need some help.
So Friday night I was with a few friends of mine. Particularly one named John. He's a pretty close friend and we always smoke together. Well on Friday, he picked up a dub of some home-grown Bubba Kush. This shit was sticky as melted cheese and was practically bleeding crystals. When we opened that shit to make a bowl, the whole room reeked. It was rough going down, but tasted almost of mint. It was amazing shit. The dankest I have ever smoked.
Anyways, we smoked a small bowl, ate, had a few cigarettes, went to a hookah bar, smoked more cigarettes, ate, and smoked about 4 more huge bowls of the Bubba (about 3/4 of it all together). Here is where it got interesting.
At first, I felt nothing while my friend John was tripping out (everyone else left). He said we should go inside for a second (we were smoking in his huge backyard full of tree's and shit) so I stand up and it hits me like a train. Usually when I am high, especially when I am in a place with a lot of tree's, I get a feeling I am in a war or something and there are bad guys all around me. I felt that while walking through the backyard. So we go back to our spot which was two chairs under a mesh roof held up by two walls with windows. It was basically L shaped.
At this point, everything was pretty normal. I'm a babbling idiot and John was chilling. We're smoking cigarettes and John says something about Vietnam. I laugh it off and look at my stoge and then I freeze. I literally feel myself leave my body and I see things through the eyes of a soldier in Vietnam. I was in a hamlet carrying an M16. It all seemed like I was there before and that my whole life up until now was just a day dream that I was waking up from. Waking up into this village, that is.
So I see this man walking through a village through his eyes and I can smell the shit in the rice paddies, the burning thatching on the huts, the cordite, the gasoline, the blood... It was when I noticed the smell of blood when I realized what I was "hearing". the screams of old men, women, and children. I was in the middle of My Lai: [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Lai_Massacre[/url] (warning NSFW)
I "stood" there and watched as I tossed grenades into huts, cut down innocent children and women, lit huts on fire, all of it. I could literally feel the smoke sting my eyes and the recoil of my rifle in my arms. And then this mans life flashed before my eyes. He drove a '56 Chevy that was cherry red and white, was a major Doors fan, he smoked Marb Reds (I hate them yet find them attractive for reasons previously unexplained), and was into pretty much everything I myself am into now.
After this flash of events, I returned to my real body. Although I could not move or open my eyes, I could still smell shit and blood and fire. Eventually, I was able to rub my tongue against the roof of my mouth where I tasted blood. I found out later that I was not bleeding, yet I could feel a hole and taste the metallic blood. (From this I assume my past being killed himself) When I tasted the blood I pretty much woke up. John was freaking out, saying that he was trying to wake me for around ten minutes. I was already balling like a baby. John later told me that I was repeating something along the lines of "the children..." and "my fault" in between sobs.
Fast forward to Saturday night/Sunday morning.
I fell asleep at around 11pm on Saturday night and I experienced violent dreams. My Lai was part of it, but I also saw "Friends" getting shot at the base by snipers, "friends" being blown by booby traps, going on countless patrols, seeing dead Vietnamese soldier, the symptoms of PTSD basically. I woke up at 4am Sunday morning the same way you wake up when you have a dream that you abruptly fall off something. I also find that I churned all my sheets off my bed, and that there was moisture all over my body & where I was lying.
I need help, is what this story is saying. I don't know if I smoked something I wasn't aware of, or if I just discovered my past life. I have done salvia and it was nowhere near as real or as frightening as this. To be honest it explains a lot. I am extremely old fashioned and this man I may or may not have been [I]is me[/I] in a different era.
tl;dr
I saw myself as another person doing horrendous things during the Vietnam conflict when I was really, really, high. Two days later, I have nightmares and shit about Vietnam that I did not see in my "hallucination"
See a fucking therapist, we can't help you. It could have been laced weed but nobody else acted like that.
God damn, give me some of what you're smoking
Obviously something's fucked up somewhere, dude. Don't blame the pot...
[QUOTE=Qwerty?;22275826]God damn, give me some of what you're smoking[/QUOTE]
Exactly what I was thinking, but it sounds fucking scary to experience.
It could have been a JWH-xxx chem ontop of the weed. That's fucked people up majorly. This doesn't sound like a Cannabis experience to me, sounds more like psychosis/synthetic cannabinoids.
Well shit, I advise you don't ever touch psychedelics. I don't even want to begin to imagine what could happen to you if you had a bad trip :byodood:
Jesus christ that sounds fucked up.
Fuck i was i had what you had sounded fucking mad.
To be honest psychadelics tend to be more forgiving on the panic side due to the Serotonin release which naturally calms you down and stems panic however if you tend to be the person who gets fucked up visuals on weed (like you) then yeah, psychadelics are a huge no-no, although weed has a psychadelic component to it in my opinion.
One time I was playing No Russian and I felt like i was the person, then I felt depressed.
[QUOTE=Thomas849;22275039]I don't know if I smoked something I wasn't aware of, or if I just discovered my past life. I have done salvia and it was nowhere near as real or as frightening as this. To be honest it explains a lot. I am extremely old fashioned and this man I may or may not have been [I]is me[/I] in a different era.[/QUOTE]
You want a logical explanation yet you believe that something like this is actually possible.
Agreed^
Update:
Last night was nightmare free, and I've mellowed out a bit.
But I've dropped acid four times in the past three years, and I never experienced anything like this.
[QUOTE]You want a logical explanation yet you believe that something like this is actually possible.[/QUOTE]
You never know.
the acid might have something to do with it.
You can believe it's your past life if you want to, or you could just be tripping balls and reading up on Vietnam too much. Acid fucks with your brain/subconscious.
that wasn't a dream
murderer
If I were you, I'd smoke more.
I think I know how scary it can be. Once I actually dreamed that I was in MTV studios during the day and there was quite a lot of people there and suddenly I pulled out a gun (and I knew I had 9 bullets in the gun) and proceeded to shoot 8 person's heads. The scary part is that I really liked the fact that people were dieing and when I was done I shot myself to the head, waking myself up. I guess don't feel guilty even if you've killed people in your dreams because it does not mean you actually want to kill people.. I hope.
[quote=franz;22291862]if i were you, i'd smoke more.[/quote]
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[QUOTE=vachon644;22292150]I think I know how scary it can be. Once I actually dreamed that I was in MTV studios during the day and there was quite a lot of people there and suddenly I pulled out a gun (and I knew I had 9 bullets in the gun) and proceeded to shoot 8 person's heads. The scary part is that I really liked the fact that people were dieing and when I was done I shot myself to the head, waking myself up. I guess don't feel guilty even if you've killed people in your dreams because it does not mean you actually want to kill people.. I hope.[/QUOTE]
I can't even hunt anymore without wanting to vomit much less kill an actual person. Since I started smoking I've turned into the most passive being in the world.
Once after playing Split/Second and falling asleep while really high, I had a dream that was akin to a Micheal Bay film.
I was walking around the college campus, when the cafeteria explodes. Debris and fire kills everyone within 50 feet of the building, but nobody notices anything amiss, so I pretend not to. All throughout the day, meals are exploding, desks are exploding, bulldozers are coming through the walls and while everyone is dying, nobody cares.
I woke up when I took a drink and my soda can exploded.
OP: you got really high. see it as it is and you'll be a lot better for the experience
[QUOTE=FreakyMe;22296648]Once after playing Split/Second and falling asleep while really high, I had a dream that was akin to a Micheal Bay film.
I was walking around the college campus, when the cafeteria explodes. Debris and fire kills everyone within 50 feet of the building, but nobody notices anything amiss, so I pretend not to. All throughout the day, meals are exploding, desks are exploding, bulldozers are coming through the walls and while everyone is dying, nobody cares.
I woke up when I took a drink and my soda can exploded.[/QUOTE]
Fucking awesome game.
Don't worry Tom, Foodstuffs and I just projected some dead guy's memories into to the airwaves, and your subconscious mind picked them up, they'll stop...
...I hope.
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