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A Dimension I Never Want to Return To
by Lawrence
Citation:   Lawrence. "A Dimension I Never Want to Return To: An Experience with Datura (exp108818)". Jul 15, 2016.

1 pod oral Datura (dried)


When one of my dealers told me I had to try datura the summer of my freshman year, I was skeptical. I was working a life guarding job, and needed to stay sharp--I could be called into action at any moment. He assured me that it wouldn’t be a problem. He was wrong.

He gave me one pod, and told me that half would be sufficient. Being an experienced psychonaut, I figured I would take the whole pod. It took about an hour till I felt anything. After about 90 minutes I began to feel very dizzy and lethargic, like being too drunk. I took a fat dab to try to stabilize, but felt nothing. I just fell asleep.

When I awoke, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. Everything was blurry, but I was sure I was in an oven. I was really sweaty, and my elbows felt locked. I felt like I really had to relieve myself but couldn’t find the bathroom because I was blind. After about 15 minutes my vision started to clear up and I could see. I tried to get off of the couch but it felt like I left my hands behind and my legs could barely move. With incredible effort I rolled off of the couch and began to crawl to the bathroom. I pulled myself onto the toilet, and tried to defecate. I felt incredible relief until I looked in the bowl and there was nothing there. I tried again and like I was leaking. When I looked in the toilet again, the water had turned to blood. No matter how much I wiped, the toilet paper always game up bloody. As I left the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw my father. I knew I shouldn’t talk to him then, so I left.

When I entered my living room, I could see that some friends had come over. The only problem was they had all died. Blood was flowing out of all of their orifices. It was horrifying and I ran to my room. I tried to go online, but wouldn’t turn on.

Frustrated, I went to my desktop but couldn’t my password. I just wanted to listen to some music, but all I could do was shake my computer. I ran past the party in my living room and out the front door. I looked in the sky, and all I could see was green gas. I was sure it was making me insane, so I got into my car and just sat there for what could’ve been years.

The next thing I remember I was back in my house talking to my friend. She kept asking me if I was ok but I couldn’t speak. It was like no matter how loud I screamed, nothing would come out. Then my vision went blurry again, and I might have passed out.

I awoke in what could only be called hell itself. It was like I had entered a dimension of pure agony. The floor covered in vomit 2 feet deep, and blood was gushing from my underwear. I waded to the bathroom to find that my dad had left mirror. He was yelling at a younger version of myself, telling me that I would never be as successful my brother, who recently died of giardia. I tried to pull down my pants to clean up the blood, but I realized I wasn’t wearing anything. The only thing, I had a vagina (I am a man.) I was ashamed in front of my father, and began to weep until I realized I was just crying on the floor of my bathroom.

I decided I needed some water so I turned on the sink but no matter what the water was scalding. I remembered when my brother was really sick, everything, even ice water felt burning hot to him. It was like I was inhabiting his soul and it felt good.

I left the bathroom and my friends had turned into piles of rocks. I tried to piece them back together, but I couldn’t hold on to anything. It felt like my hands were covered in grease. Needless to say the rest of the night was something out of a dimension of unimaginable nightmares.

Sometime around 5:00am I started to come down. My vision was fuzzy, and I kept seeing something moving in the corner of my vision. I went to sleep for a few hours and woke up relatively ok.

The road to recovery has been long, but I’m hopeful that with the continued help of antipsychotics, I will in time be able to overcome the trauma I experienced on datura. I would not recommend datura to even the most experienced trippers. What I saw can only be described as my own worst nightmare.

Exp Year: 2016ExpID: 108818
Gender: Not Specified 
Age at time of experience: 19 
Published: Jul 15, 2016Views: 29,982
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