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The Multi-Colored Arc Couch of Life and Me
Salvia divinorum
by Lack of Me
Citation:   Lack of Me. "The Multi-Colored Arc Couch of Life and Me: An Experience with Salvia divinorum (exp81603)". Erowid.org. Jan 30, 2020. erowid.org/exp/81603

 
DOSE:
1 hit smoked Salvia divinorum (extract)

BODY WEIGHT: 170 lb


Me and two friends were bummed that we couldn’t find shrooms for this beautifully clear autumn day. So, we had to head to the local head shop to pick up some salvia as a “last ditch effort”. I had read reports on the stuff and assumed them all exaggerated…oh how wrong I was, so very wrong. We bought a 60mg circular case of Purple Sticky Salvia (no idea what extract). We sat down at my friend’s apartment and packed a bong slide with the magical black powder.

I think if I would have had ANY idea how intense this was going to be I would have had a lot more fun. The friend whose apartment it was took the first rip and proceeded to take off his shirt and act really disconnected. Eventually I hit it and I felt the “salvia space” creeping up from my chest to my head before even blowing out smoke. Amber by 311 sculpted my trip for the better.

Before I could even think about regretting this I was plunged into an alternate plane of existence, in which nothing seemed to have a connection to any shred of reality.
Before I could even think about regretting this I was plunged into an alternate plane of existence, in which nothing seemed to have a connection to any shred of reality.
It was an orange room full of life. Letters spelling something I cannot recall drift past my head and multiply. The room became circular and turned sideways dumping everything in it into an infinite free fall through spiraling colored letters from before. The color combination of white, orange, yellow, and red seemed so fitting for the fall season.

This is where shit got outlandishly fucked up. The spiraling letters became large enough to reach out to in order to stop falling. After an unsuccessful attempt to climb on them they turned into 1000 Benny The Cabs all in perfect spiral rows. Until they all took off in a squealing tire fashion. The noise of 1000 squealing tires kinda freaked me out and sent me into another plane. I find myself in the middle of a race track where the taxi cab cartoons were driving every which way tearing the color from the ground and whirling it around me. At this point I am thrown back into the orange room which is now starting to form into a civilization. Not a civilization in the concrete sense such as buildings and structures, but in the form of law and regulation and maybe a slight connection to reality.

The orange room comes to an open funnel end which I fall through taking me to another plane based on things that I was apparently looking at since my friends came down before me and were able to see my actions. At this point I forgot I existed because the remainder of the trip was first person. The blue carpet represented a blue sky which I sat under on a bay in the shining sun watching the sailboats meander along the docks. Skyscrapers in contrasting silver color loomed over me as their reflection on the lake seemed to be on the other side of the world, seen through the portal of the water. “The other side of the world,” I thought while I fell into the ocean “or reality!?” It was too late. I doomed myself to the most frantic and insane comedown I could ever imagine.

The portal took me back into the orange spiral room. I felt like I was going to be stuck in this alternate universe forever, completely unaware that I took any kind of drug. But sure enough I began to come to. A shirt laying on a pillow took on a face card look (from alice in wonderland) and began to order me to stop trying to talk to my friends because they were part of the “multi-colored arc couch of life” (the sectional couch my friend had) which took on the familiar color combination for mentioned. The king of this couch council was my friend sitting in the chair placed at the end of it which appeared as a throne with an undying light from the window in the background. I asked him (in real life apparently) if we could talk to each other. Which he was puzzled by but I don't remember his reply. All the objects in the room are visible and very brightly colored but I feel myself being pulled back into the trip and at that point I started to freak out. It was a very overwhelming experience that I wasn't ready to jump back into. But sure enough the room started to look somewhat normal again. I stood up to try to collect myself and all my motions felt so fluid. I felt like a windmill spinning my arms around and was very amused.

As the trip ended I sat in the recliner and came to a number of discoveries about my trip. The round orange room I was in was actually an orange lamp sitting beside me. At this discovery I just laughed and laughed. I told my friends that I would never touch salvia again... I lied.

Exp Year: 2009ExpID: 81603
Gender: Male 
Age at time of experience: 18 
Published: Jan 30, 2020Views: 677
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