Citation: D & D. "This Other Reality Is Completely Different: An Experience with Ketamine & Beer (exp82339)". Erowid.org. Sep 18, 2017. erowid.org/exp/82339
Return to the K-Hole
I submitted an earlier ketamine report entitled 'sewn into the fabric of the universe'
. I haven't done much ketamine since then, a few little bumps at festivals and club nights, but no k-hole journeys - until a few weeks ago.
Once again I came back from a festival with a bag of K. As before, me and my now wife D decided to have a little 'tickle' of K for laughs - and so it worked out this way. We snorted maybe four or five little pinches from a tiny spoon over the period of a couple of hours - it was a really fun experience, quite energetic with some interesting visuals, a lot of interaction between us and an easy comedown. Great I thought, this is how I'm going to do K from now on - little bumps, good times!
A week or two later after a barbecue party we decided to have another go. I'd had a few beers so was feeling a bit more reckless than the previous occasion so the bumps were a lot bigger and yep, you guessed it, I ended up in the K-hole again (200mg - ish)! D didn't come in with me because we have a 2 year old child now so she did the sensible thing and stopped after a very small dose so that she would be OK to look after him if he woke up.
As far as I can remember this was very similar to my previous K-hole experience. I entered the most bizarre dimension that I could (or rather couldn't) possibly imagine, where reality or lack thereof operates according to an entirely different set of rules to our daily lives. It is the most peculiar thing, to exist in this space where no normal frame of reference applies.
It is the most peculiar thing, to exist in this space where no normal frame of reference applies.
I mean, I've done some pretty hectic acid trips, mushrooms etc, but they all kind of still had some basis in reality. Sure, I was fucked up and tripping my face off, but I was still me, time and space were distorted but still functional, there were still some rules!
This k-hole, by contrast, is completely fucked up. It's so fundamentally bizarre that I still find myself shocked when I consider the possibility that such a thing exists. As before, reality eventually began to snap back into place and I was surprised to find that my son had woken up and D was attending to him. I somehow managed to stumble up the stairs and popped my head round the door to see if everything was OK, which it was. At this point I began to feel quite sad, the reason being that I love my son so much that the truth of what I had experienced, i.e. a reality where he doesn't exist, or moreover where nobody exists and everything is completely fucked up, was a difficult thing to take.
I can look at it a different way, that this is all just a drug experience and it was me that was fucked up for a short period of time, and our reality is the truth etc, but the fact that I experienced this other reality which is completely different from ours has led me to question again whether what we experience is in fact real, whether my son and wife are real etc. It's a bit weird and difficult to explain, and pretty fucked up.
Still, it's not like I'm really down about it - a few months have passed since this episode and there is no more K in the house and I have no plans to do any (until next year when I come back from the fest with a bag!).
All I can say is that it's a full on drug, totally mental really.
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