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I actually heard a woman chanting some syntax to me, and then all around me there were alien totums beckoning me. […] I did that without a sitter, and ended up wondering around not knowing where the aliens were leading me.
Strong shit. I would recommend staying clear of this one.
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Heh heh. Years ago I made and ingested an extract of a beautiful datura plant that I’d cultivated for a few years. I also did this without a sitter. I’d very carefully researched the whole affair, but…
…when it started to come on, I was sure I’d fucked up massively, and got online to belatedly try to determine what I ought to do in case I’d inadvertantly given myself a dangerously high dose. My limbs felt heavy and felt deeply, deeply poisoned. My vision was blurred, and reading was difficult.
I became distracted because the article I was reading strangely mentioned the lindenmayer strings which described datura brugmansia and its relatives. I had been working with L-systems quite a bit and was surprised to find them being casually used in an article about the pharmacology of the plant, in place of illustrations. (I had no difficulty visualizing the forms that the strings represented, which was unusual.)
I pulled my attention off them when I remembered “Oh, yeah, I’ve poisoned myself,” and eventually found a remark that in case of poisoning it was important to lower body temperature with an ice-bath or cold shower – so I stumbled to the bathroom, stripped down, and got under an icy shower.
While I was in there, a woman I’d never met came into the room and pulled back the shower-curtain. She said nothing, but looked at me with an intense expression of concern on her face. “Hello?” I said. No reply, just this continued look of concern. Somehow, I felt the need to reassure her: “I’m okay – I’m just having a shower.” She lingered a while longer, but eventually seemed satisfied that I was alright and left me alone. I finished up, towelled off, got dressed, and went out into the living-room. I felt much better. I was surprised to find that my brother was waiting there for me. I hadn’t seen him in a long time. By this time I had completely forgotten about the datura, and didn’t feel “altered” in any way. I had a great time catching up with my brother, who apologized for being away for so long and said that he just wanted to make sure that I was okay. We had a great catch-up visit, and I had a great time filling him in on everything that I’d been up to since we’d last spoken. After a while, he had to go, and I went out to pick up a few things. I don’t remember anything after that… just waking up in bed the next day.
When I spoke to my roommate, he expressed interest in how I was feeling and said it looked like I had an “interesting” night. Then I got filled in on the consensus reality version of the night’s events:
When my roommate had come home, I was in shorts and a t-shirt, sitting on the couch, holding a bright yellow datura flower (which gave him his only indication of what the hell was going on) and having an animated conversation with someone who wasn’t there. He sat and watched me for a a while, tried to speak to me, and got absolutely no response. As far as I was concerned, he was invisible. He was eventually satisfied that I was going to be alright after I rode it out, and went to bed.
(I should note that my pupils were still massively dilated and it was impossible to read. Anything fine just became a blur.)
After my roomate told me his side of things, I began to look around the house at what I had wrought. In the bathroom, I found the clothes that I had gotten out of, and a curious thing: There was a full-length mirror set into a frame in the wall, facing the shower. I had somehow taken it out of the frame and leaned it against the wall.
More worryingly, I had lost my wallet. I remembered my shopping trip, and worried that I’d dropped it outside – as it happened, it contained the rent money – in cash. Tore the entire house apart trying to find it. It did eventually turn up – in a dark corner of the basement. (There’s nothing in the basement, and I have no idea how I navigated the steep stairs.)
What struck me about the whole experience was how completely normal everything seemed in the thick of it. As real as any waking moment – no hint that things were unreal. No visual disturbances or “cosmic craziness” feeling like you get with the popular substances.
I suppose I should have clued in that something was up at some point during my extended visit with my brother – I had evidently completely forgotten that he’d died many years earlier, of a drug overdose.