So this story takes place awhile back. I had this friend who I met through my girlfriend at the time. He was a childhood friend of hers. We will call him Karl for this story. Anyway we got along well, as he was interested in cannabis and mushrooms as am I. But as I began to discover through our relationship, he could be a nice guy but was seedy at times and had some "evil" tendencies that started to show through the more we hung out. Suffice to say I no longer associate with this dude.
On to the Report. I went over to this guys house after work. He was hanging out with his buddy, that I've never met before. He was super quite and akward because he was high as shit. Which is understandable. I sit down, we smoke a bowl and then Karl asked me "you want a dab man?" Of coarse. he prepares me a dab as I heat the nail with a torch, then hand it over to me and I take a massive rip. "Damn I'm high" I think to myself. "Like REALLY high, wait a minute this kinda feels like I'm tripping." As I have this though Karl and his friend look at me and Karl asks "What do you know about scopolamine?" "Isn't that the shit they use to drug people down in south America" I say "Anyone that fucks with that shit is evil as fuck" Karl and his friend start to laugh. This freaked me the fuck out. thoughts start running through my head a million miles an hour.
"What if they put scopolamine in that dab?" "No, Calm down your just tripping, people have had full blown trips off dabs...right?" "But this feels like mushrooms....so weird" "damn Karl and his friend look so evil right now" "and it didn't help that they brought up scopolamine right after you took that dab" "And they laughed, what the fuck was that about?" "Its probably all in your head man, just play it cool....PLAY. IT. COOL!"
I came to terms with the fact I did not no how or why but I was tripping some how and I have to ride this out right now. I will now try to describe the visuals I had during this period in time. I was seated across from Karl and his friend at the same height as them. But when I was looking at them I looked like they where towering above me, leaning inward, and looked so incredibly evil. The lighting and shading of every thing was weird and objects where disproportionate. With a Menacing overtone. Like an evil James and the Giant Peach set. And when I would close my eyes I would see buildings and landscapes made out of Neon lines of greens and blues and pinks. I felt like I was in a mushroom trip and I could not fathom how this could be possible.
I wanted to leave. But was too Impaired to drive so I stuck it out for a few hours. We watched a movie. Karl's friend passed out from all the weed he had eaten/smoked. and I drifted down from my experience. When I was sober enough to drive home I left. I still don't know what happened that night. If that was all caused by weed alone...Impressive. It was an incredibly intense experience and "psychedelic" in every sense of the word. Was it dmt? I've smoked my far share of dmt and it didn't really match up. Was it scopolamine? I wouldn't know what a low dose's effects would feel like and feel It was just coincidence that he brought it up right then. None the less, evil shit to be interested in and to laugh when I said "anyone who fucks with that shit is pure evil" is just well....evil.
My hypothesis? I new Karl had done an extraction on a bunch of powdered mushrooms and had collected a crystalline substance that he claimed was active when ingested orally. I have wondered if he could have put some of this extract inside the dab. The dab he gave me was huge it very well could have been hiding something inside. Concealed in a dab, the psilocybin could be vaporized I would believe. Him doing something like this would not surprise me from what I now know about him. But who Knows. what I do know is it felt incredibly like mushrooms. And it lasted an hour maybe a little longer. And although I was paranoid to boot. I wouldn't say this experience was horrible. It was actually quite interesting.
-------------------- I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
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