Farfenugen
Well-Known Member
I recently made a batch of super duper brownies using a recipe I made up myself. The butter was heavily infused with several large buds, probably too much. I baked them, and they turned out great. So to test this brownie, I had to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into, dose wise. From an 8x8 baking dish, I took about 1" square at 1/2" thickness. Nothing really substantial until about 30 minutes in, I suddenly became overly anxious, rapid heart beating, light flashes in my vision. I didn't know what was real anymore.
I rushed into my back yard wet with rain, and couldn't really think straight, in my (common sense) mind I knew it was just the pot, but something told me I was experiencing the stages of schizophrenia, or a brain tumour, or once the second wave hit, the government was beaming EM rays at me, so I would act out some bizzare psycho outburst, running around naked in the street, suicide was going through my mind, what if I was going to die. I felt like I was, terrible death scenarios, they would find me here, cut me open, saw my head off, autopsy me. I was going mad. Until it subsided slightly, I was sitting on the grass (lucky for me I am hidden by trees so no one could notice), an extreme calmness came over me, maybe it was passing. But to my dismay, the wave hit even stronger, hot blood was cursing into my heart, I could feel the top of my head screaming to burst into a light wave or something, possibly I was already dead and this was what it was like to be dead. I was crazed but so aware and lucid of my surroundings, almost as if I was dared by some unknown entity to have this experience. Could be, that the matrix really was true. I thought about calling 9/11, but in my mind, however fucked up I was in this psychosis, I knew it would subside eventually.
After about five minutes, what seemed like hours, then again seconds, as I had no concept of time, I began to look around, I walked around the house, out to the street, check the mail, noticing how everything was normal, just like in Close Encounters when the main character looks out his window after creating that model in his living room. Later, I found myself laying on my bed, hoping that it was over. I slept, but was still aware of my surroundings, hearing my cat downstairs meowing, the birds singing in the trees, the water faucet dripping. It was very surreal, yet a bit frightening at the same time.
I napped, awoke, napped, drank large amounts of water, cooled myself off, and kept pissing as much as I could. Still, the effects were still with me. No longer paranoid or suffering the effects of a massive overdose, my body was racked with a terrible want to just let go and sleep or die off. Instead of sleeping, I ate. I ate fruit, polished off the ice cream, drank more water, watched a film, for the life of me I couldn't recall, then went outside and sat feeling in the cool breezes, noticing the grass moving, the trees swishing. I was saved. I was normal again, no longer afraid, or paranoid of being taken away to the psyche ward or worse, a living death in some other realm.
To this moment, I still can't recall much other than what I came away with. The details of how I ended up moving boxes in my garage, or cleaning the tiles, or stacking pennies, remains a mystery. All I know, is I have never had a trip out (bad trip) like that before. I've heard the overdosing is rare or not commonplace, maybe a myth. But from my experience, I can tell you it is very real. I think I should rethink the dosage from now on. But I will say that now I know what an overdose on pot is like. And hope not to feel it again.
Call me stupid, call me crazy. But I am still for marijuana, legalization, being able to grow it and use it as I see fit. To that, I shall not waiver. All in all, I am sort of happy (well not happy, but fine) that I experienced this.
I rushed into my back yard wet with rain, and couldn't really think straight, in my (common sense) mind I knew it was just the pot, but something told me I was experiencing the stages of schizophrenia, or a brain tumour, or once the second wave hit, the government was beaming EM rays at me, so I would act out some bizzare psycho outburst, running around naked in the street, suicide was going through my mind, what if I was going to die. I felt like I was, terrible death scenarios, they would find me here, cut me open, saw my head off, autopsy me. I was going mad. Until it subsided slightly, I was sitting on the grass (lucky for me I am hidden by trees so no one could notice), an extreme calmness came over me, maybe it was passing. But to my dismay, the wave hit even stronger, hot blood was cursing into my heart, I could feel the top of my head screaming to burst into a light wave or something, possibly I was already dead and this was what it was like to be dead. I was crazed but so aware and lucid of my surroundings, almost as if I was dared by some unknown entity to have this experience. Could be, that the matrix really was true. I thought about calling 9/11, but in my mind, however fucked up I was in this psychosis, I knew it would subside eventually.
After about five minutes, what seemed like hours, then again seconds, as I had no concept of time, I began to look around, I walked around the house, out to the street, check the mail, noticing how everything was normal, just like in Close Encounters when the main character looks out his window after creating that model in his living room. Later, I found myself laying on my bed, hoping that it was over. I slept, but was still aware of my surroundings, hearing my cat downstairs meowing, the birds singing in the trees, the water faucet dripping. It was very surreal, yet a bit frightening at the same time.
I napped, awoke, napped, drank large amounts of water, cooled myself off, and kept pissing as much as I could. Still, the effects were still with me. No longer paranoid or suffering the effects of a massive overdose, my body was racked with a terrible want to just let go and sleep or die off. Instead of sleeping, I ate. I ate fruit, polished off the ice cream, drank more water, watched a film, for the life of me I couldn't recall, then went outside and sat feeling in the cool breezes, noticing the grass moving, the trees swishing. I was saved. I was normal again, no longer afraid, or paranoid of being taken away to the psyche ward or worse, a living death in some other realm.
To this moment, I still can't recall much other than what I came away with. The details of how I ended up moving boxes in my garage, or cleaning the tiles, or stacking pennies, remains a mystery. All I know, is I have never had a trip out (bad trip) like that before. I've heard the overdosing is rare or not commonplace, maybe a myth. But from my experience, I can tell you it is very real. I think I should rethink the dosage from now on. But I will say that now I know what an overdose on pot is like. And hope not to feel it again.
Call me stupid, call me crazy. But I am still for marijuana, legalization, being able to grow it and use it as I see fit. To that, I shall not waiver. All in all, I am sort of happy (well not happy, but fine) that I experienced this.
