I’ve been smoking hashish for around 4 and 1/2 years,
not smoking it much until the last 12 months in which I've smoked a lot in
comparison to the other years. On avg I’ll definitely have a joint or 2 every 5
days in a week, or sometimes have a session depending on my mood. Sometimes I'd
just buy a block (20 joints) and keep smoking it till it’s gone. Out of all the
times I’ve been stoned, 99% of the time the stone was fantastic. Mellow,
chilled, happy and cheery. Sometimes I'd get the odd paranoid feelings, but
nothing in comparison to what I experienced in my last session.
It was 3am, had been up for 24 hours or so, just got a block of cannabis resin about 5 hours before hand. My mate and I were in my house, having a smallish session. Did something like 4-5 joints, really really strong resin; but wasn’t sure if it was because I was awake for so long. Anyways, we were both enjoying the stone, made us both mellow and gave us the giggles. Giggles lasted for about 40 mins, found everything and anything funny. Then a few mins later the stone started to feel 'deeper' getting more and more stoned as time went on. (more after the cut)
It was 3am, had been up for 24 hours or so, just got a block of cannabis resin about 5 hours before hand. My mate and I were in my house, having a smallish session. Did something like 4-5 joints, really really strong resin; but wasn’t sure if it was because I was awake for so long. Anyways, we were both enjoying the stone, made us both mellow and gave us the giggles. Giggles lasted for about 40 mins, found everything and anything funny. Then a few mins later the stone started to feel 'deeper' getting more and more stoned as time went on. (more after the cut)
I was just playing PlayStation 2 and was too stoned so decided to get into bed while my mate kept
on playing. As I tried to sleep I noticed weird sensations coming over me. Felt
like some one was sitting on top of my chest. So I positioned my self with my hand
holding my head up, focusing on the television. As time went on I felt more and
more irritable, couldn’t stop moving, every second changing position hoping to
rid this irritation but it kept getting stronger. I found my self now sitting
up in the bed, extremely tired and dying to sleep but this irritation took
control and I couldn’t relax. I soon began to feel like I couldn’t breathe,
this was going on for 10 minutes and I kept thinking should I tell my friend or
not. He was aware that I wasn’t feeling the best but thought nothing of it,
since we were both stupidly stoned.
I soon got really
really panicky, felt like I couldn’t breathe right and couldn’t stop moving. So
I told my friend, and he brought me down stairs to get some water. Even walking
down the stairs I felt like I was going to black out any minute. When I entered
the kitchen it really started to kick in; I couldn’t think or concentrate on
one thing for more than 5 seconds. Mind was racing through a 1000 thoughts a
second and it felt like I was on a never ending roller coaster. It was a really
evil trip. The thoughts I was experiencing weren’t good ones, they were all bad
death related ones; thinking my breathing problem was related to me eating
popcorn earlier which I then thought might be causing me to choke on.
I couldn’t take
it, I didn’t want to be stoned any more. This was too frightening for me, so I
tried to get it out of my system by getting sick. I went into the toilet and
got sick a little bit, after that I seemed ok. Went back into the kitchen and
joked about it with my mate. Next 10 mins I was fine, finding the whole ordeal
funny. But the more we talked about it, the more it started to come back. I
really was shaking at this stage, felt like I was going stupidly insane. I
couldn’t think what I was doing; was as if there was something else controlling
me and I was just watching. This got more and more intense, extreme paranoid
thoughts cycling through my brain every second. It felt like I was going insane,
I couldn’t hear myself think or concentrate on anything. I began to think how
am I functioning if I cannot think, but trying to do so was too difficult with
everything going through my mind at once.
I started telling
my friend I didn’t like this, and I wanted to be 'unstoned' due to this feeling
being totally and utterly uncool. It went on for another 10 mins, until I went
back out to the bathroom and tried to vomit again, but nothing came up. I went
back into the kitchen and sat down, my friend started talking to me; trying to
calm me down. It was working. It was kind of difficult for him to chill me out,
considering he was very stoned too but not like I was. I felt ok, and we went
back up stairs. Everything was fine, I started playing the PS2 again. I had
forgotten the incident.
30 more minutes
had passed, and I decided to try and sleep. As I got into bed the feeling came
back up on me again, this time stronger than before. I was getting really bad
at this stage, thinking I had gone insane and would never return to my natural
state. I kept asking my friend to ring my mam but he said no, that I would be
OK. For 15 mins I was harassing him to ring her but he wouldn’t so I got up out
of bed and used the phone and rang. She was in bed, but I felt comforted when I
talked to her. My brother soon rang me back and asked if I was alright and what
I had done. He suspected drugs and I just said no, that I had a cold shower
earlier and felt sick.
He rang back again
and I told him I was smoking cannabis and he told me just to relax, it’s from
being so tired and smoking so much at the same time. I laid in bed for another
30 mins, totally out of my mind not knowing what the fuck was going on around
me and still feeling this horrible sensation that I wasn't breathing right.
This went on for ages, felt like a never ending time loop, but it was really
only 30 minutes or so. I kept pestering my friend to tell me what I was
experiencing. He did chill me out, saying he experienced it too before, but I'm
not sure if he was being truthful, either way it helped. Eventually I fell
asleep, I think it lasted for 2 hours or more, not quite sure.
I woke up the next
day fine, but still, I didn’t feel 100%. Got dressed and headed out to my
mates, declining every joint that was offered to me. I decided I wasn’t going
to smoke again, well not for a while in anyways. 8 days have passed, and I’m
clean. Still have the block in the box. The experience I had, I wouldn’t wish
on any one. I’ve only ever experienced it once, and to be quite honest it has
scared the shit out of me from smoking hash. I don’t think I’ll ever take my
mind for granted again.
P.S
These posts are for entertainment purposes and do not encourage the use of
drugs in any way. (have fun)
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