DOSE:	67 oz	oral	Alcohol - Beer/Wine
	47 oz	oral	Alcohol - Beer/Wine
	1 hit	smoked	Cannabinoid Receptor Agonists

BODY WEIGHT:

75 kg

Last month, I experienced the shittiest trip of my life.

I'm 26. And I'm using JWH derivatives from time to time. Sometimes it's easier to find it than regular weed, and clearly more efficient, so I buy it instead. Never blended it with alcohol before, maybe a few bottles to wash my mouth. But not more than that.

Anyway, a month ago, I was drinking some plonk wine with my friends at some street. It was late in the night and I happened to drink kinda too much. I was literally drunk. After a while, my dealer/friend showed up and offered me some powder JWH (or alike) . I wanna buy some, so we go to a house (of another guy I haven't met before). The house is really crowded. It's kind of some druggie party going on. I was drunk, but still aware of myself. Until I took that gravity bong hit the guys offered. I blacked out. Only to wake up in a hospital while a doctor sewing my torn eyebrow. My latter drinking friends was on my side, looking at me with sad eyes. I did some things I can't remember, and I couldn't comprehend them at that moment anyway. It was pretty traumatic.

So, I asked my friends about what has happened. They told me that I was like literally possessed, and did things I would never do. After some conversation with all the eye-witnesses and a whole month to remember things I've done / putting pieces together, now I can describe that most awful trip I have ever experienced.

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After I took that gravity hit, the first thing I realized that I'm not in the same room anymore, everything seems to differ somehow. Of course, it was nothing like hallucinating, but more like assuming things (people, objects and events) the most wrong way possible.

It was a total alienation and ego-death from the very beginning. I assumed that I was in another dimension, totally beyond time. And I will live in that state of consciousness for the rest of my life. People around me seemed pretty aware of that (like they knew about the dimension change after all), sometimes talking, enjoying their simple JWH trips. I was mute. And I feel alone, trying to accept the fact that rest of my life lies in that room, with those people.

Eventually, I accepted it. And ascended into an ultra-paranoid state. Time concept came back, but flowing much faster than usual. It was like the movie 'time machine' where everything around you speeds up. People come and people go, they're not like, in a pace, but I believed the time has accelerated (like a week is a minute long) and those guys being in same dimension with me, somehow solved that dazzling situation and live with it. Their confident state gave me that impression. So, I felt less intelligent, I felt weak. I felt like a total loser, it was inferiority complex at it's climax. It was catastrophic.

After recovering from that inner struggle, inferiority turned into false epiphany. I assumed that every person in the room must suck another's 'energy' (say, 'life force', I never believed in metaphysical nonsense like god, soul and stuff; I'm not sure if these words -energy, life force- can really describe the concept anyway, it was abstract).

Anyway, in that dimension, there seems to be a hierarchical order where one sucks from the other, leaving one people at the very bottom of the pyramid I made up. Then the real horror starts, people around me (including my close friend) morphed into foes I need to overthrow. Everyone wants to be the number one of that harsh dimension so they can live the most of it. I created a non-existent form of power, and realized that I'm the only one without it. Aggression built up and I feel like I need to take an action, I need to claim my life back. I must reach out of this swamp of insecurity.

As I stood up in anger and confusion, I suddenly blacked out. I don't really remember that section, it was all black. As the eye-witnesses told, I fall to the ground like a plank and hit my head to the corner of a table. My eyebrow is teared down, I could've lost my eye. But I'm not nearly aware of it. In a few seconds, I woke and stood up with even more vehemence than before.

Then, I started shouting. Proclaiming to my so-called rivals that I'm in. Months have passed since the time had accelerated (it was probably a single hour in reality) and I feel experienced enough to put my weight onto the situation. I shouted things like 'I know your intentions, and I'm aware of the 'power'! I will bring you to your knees!'. At first, they were all grinning, probably thought I was joking. But as I became more serious and harsh, their grin died and I assumed that they are worried because I rebelled. Their systematic abusal has come to an end. They will need another rookie to suck up now, and they don't want me to play for title either. Every passing week is another man's kingdom in that extradimensional room, and I haven't lived one yet. All they had shown me were fake smiles to keep me asleep. I've always been the slave.

I talked and talked, I was making up surreal and absurd philosophical conclusions. They look up to me like I am a psychopath. They're trying to tell me that I'm bleeding but I just don't listen and silence them by crying out irrelevant things. Then, I cought a hint of fear in their eyes, and assumed that I have found the way to gather the 'power' and then I feel unstoppable. Each word I shout was making me more powerful than before. I am swearing and accusing every one in that room personally. I climbed the steps of the pyramid one by one, aiming for the topmost point.

Finally, I am full of 'power', I feel godly. Words started to come out of my mouth easier. I feel such a vanity that I'm virtually invincible. They look up to me like I'm a ghost. So, I assumed that they're under my domain now. And I became sarcastic. I was like a cruel dictator, or an emperor in his puberty. I claimed so much amounts of 'power' I wouldn't even dreamed of before. So, I couldn't and won't carry it with dignity. I am the shaper of the dimension and the room is in my hands now. I can modify the scenery, I can assign the roles as I please.

After the shock of my mad behaviour is declined a bit, people began trying to communicate with me. My friend was reintroducing himself. But I was too alienated to listen him. I assumed that these people accepted my authority and trying to talk me out of it. So I assigned the familiar face (apparently my friend there) as my henchman, and the ones with more suspicious look as my underlings. I was feeling supreme for the moment and calmed down a bit. They gave me a handkerchief to wipe off the blood. I sat down and sank into thoughts. Weeks are still passing in same pace. It could've been 2 years since the time accelerated. I'm felt bored of those faces.

I can't remember how, but we got outside. It was actually for to bring me to an hospital. My friend called the other friends of mine that I was drinking with. I somehow feel I'm still in the same dimension (even in the same room; after the trip I told them what they were doing in that house. They said they met me outside.)

So my friends grabbed my arms, asking me what happened. The thing is, I am still in the same state and still alienated. I assumed that I was softened down, so they overthrew me already and I was at the bottom of the pyramid since months. After realizing that, I tried to consider the situation more dignified and responsible than before. Because I had been the god, the king, the emperor. And I had experienced the euphorical pride and megalomania it caused. I didn't want their 'power' anymore. I just want mine.

So, I sought peace. I asked: 'Why is the pyramid? Why can't we all just be equal. Why do you have to rely on my energy, or anyone's? If we work together we can change that false system!'. My friend smiled at me saying 'Yeah, whatever.'. So I assumed, he was not on my side. Nobody was, and nobody ever will be. Everyone approves the system, and I'll always be at the bottom with that meek attitude. That was too much for me, and I shouldn't behave honorable anymore. So, I lost my temper and shouted 'You ARE the demon in me all this time!'. I punched him in the face and striked the others, too. I was lucky that they're my old friends, else I'd be beaten down there.

Eventually, people grabbed me and we got into a taxi. There, I felt the deepness of the dimension is shallowing. Friends around me are like 'Dude, what's gotten into you...' while I'm still mumbling nonsense. Suddenly, I felt my stomach was going to explode. It was so sudden, I hardly poke my head out of the car's window and began to puke. That was probably my longest and foulest puking session of my life. Of course the driver gone mad, but my friends managed to calm him down somehow.

Finally we got to the hospital. I wasn't talking anymore. I felt confused and exhausted after that long puke. I realized that, time concept is coming back to normal. My thoughts began to decelerate and I began to regain my sanity. They took me to the emergency room and sewed my eyebrow. In that millisecond the needle pierced my skin, I came back to the real life. I didn't feel any pain and I didn't even care about a man sticking needle to my face. I am so lost in thoughts, so confused. I didn't say a word after that moment. My friend (that I punched) escorted me to the home. I couldn't recall the things happened an hour ago, but I feel ashamed anyway.

------------END REPORT-------------

One month has passed. Now, the incident is just a laughing matter for my friends and I. During our conversations, I tried to explain my experience, but couldn't really sum it up well enough in words. That's one of the reasons I decided to write it down. From time to time, people I don't know came in the street and ask if I am okay now. That house was really crowded and I became kinda popular for ruining everyone's fun that day. I still feel deeply ashamed of myself for it.

But, you know what. That experience somehow changed me a little. I've always been a dreamy and a silent guy who usually don't pay attention things happening around him. But, since that day, I behave more extroverted and ambitious. It was clearly a bad experience, totally illusive and insecure. Thus, it shook me and slapped me in the face. It metaphorically taught me to fight against leeches (not only people, but also objects, feelings or events) in life, who infest your mind and suck the life out of you. Just to leave you ineffectual and forgettable.

I believe senseless bravery and stupidity of alcohol, combining with altered consciousness (leaning towards paranoia & schizophrenia) of cannabinoids caused this kind of a trip. I don't think I'm gonna mix up those two ever again.

[Reported Dose: 200cl of Beer 5 vol, 140cl of wine 15 vol, JWH-018 one full hit]

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 97331
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 26
Published: Feb 12, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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