So if I lucid dream I am getting ‘stoned’ without breaking the law?
Being stoned makes you see all the jokes in the world, and you suddenly get every one of them. But then you stop laughing because the jokes get old.
Hmm… not stoned as in a human sacrifice way? 
Sorry… can’t help.
Hrm. It depends on the mood, really. Although, contrary to alcohol, I can’t say I’ve been in a bad mood when I’m high. Not to say that I typically get in bad moods when I drink - that rarely happens. I simply mean that the mood I’m in before I partake of anything affects how it effects me. If I’m really mad before I decide to get hammered, I may get even madder. However, regardless of HOW pissed I am when I smoke herb, I manage to find a reason to just be pissed about it tomorrow.
Cloudy, laissez-faire, lackadaisacle, Devil-may-care, come-what-may…and so forth. However, my creative thinking processes are very much focused. Some of the best code I’ve ever written was done while I was baked out of my mind, as well as personal insights and philosophical breakthroughs. Also, the only aces I’ve ever thrown in disc-golf have been while I was stoned.
There have been times when I was paranoid about things going on around me, but only mildly, and those things were issues that were nagging me before I smoked - thus my prior mention of mood.
Eh, I dunno - I suppose if I had to sum it all up in one word, I’d have to say in my particular case, simply relaxed.
As for the “not getting stoned the first time smoking”…I had a couple of friends that were that way, but I wasn’t that way. First time I split a spliff with a friend of mine, I was stoned out of my gourd. chuckle
It is, however, certainly different for everyone, as is any drug.
–IDB
It reminds me of a dream a philosopher mathematician had once. For one crystalline moment in a dream he had THE answer. The ultimate repudiation of every philosophy in the world; the one simple point to inject into any debate that would tip all of the philosophical world on its ear. In this dream, each philosopher - Plato, Socrates, Aristotle - came up to him in turn and presented the core of their philosophies, and with a few brilliant words, each went off shaking his head. They were no match for this revelation. When he woke up, still half in a dream state, he instantly scribbled it down because this brilliant philosophical gem must not be lost but preserved for posterity.
When he woke up in the morning, he looked at the paper, and it said “That’s what YOU think!”
That’s how the brilliance you’re sure you have when you’re high works. It’s not real of course; and if you record it you will find out you were really just a babbling idiot.
It’s been a while for me too but as I recall it varied between shoveling food down whilst staring at a lightswitch or an envelope and laughing hysterically because I just realized that whatever I was staring at was the funniest thing in the universe, or just getting tired and going to bed (and having some bizarre dreams.)
Of course it depends on what drug you use. I got stoned on the prescription drug Serax once (yes, a doctor prescribed it so I had it legally) and somehow became entangled in my desk chair. It was quite difficult to extricate myself from that stupid chair, as the drug had made my muscles so relaxed I could barely move. Helpful hint: do not attempt to stand on a chair while taking benzodiazapines.
Back in the 70’s we had some great times with the music blasting and laughing at almost everything. Your senses seemed so much more accute.We would eat those White Castle burgers in the early hours of the morning because they were open all night. They were almost good.
I’ve never done anything illegal, but I have taken prescribed Vicodin. It is quite nice. I was on it 4 days solid after an appendectomy. It really makes you stupid, but that ain’t all bad. I was content just sitting stairing at the wall. It feels really nice, but after 6 or 7 days I’d had enough. The only bad part was not being able to take a dump. It really stops you up. Laying down after that surgery felt like having my midsection beat repeatedly. Not too pleasant, so I was always loaded the first few nights. It gives you some nutty dreams. One night I dreamt I was an FBI agent and I was at some yuppie tea party. I decided to leave and when I went out to my car some guy tried to steal my car but I went ahead and capped him a couple times. Being an FBI agent and all. So he runs off and I just drive home, and when I get there, guy is waiting for me in my driveway with a shotgun of sorts. I knew it was a shotgun, but it was the size of that little gun Will Smith had in Men in Black. So I wrestle that away from him, and it was about this time that Tina Turner showed up. Not like Private Dancer Tina Turner. More like the acid queen Tina Turner from Tommy. And she had an army with her. She was throwing little pickles at me and screaming “The Ace of Spades.” And it just so happens that this guy that I shot was her son. So I run to a church, which happens to be in my backyard, and guy follows. There is a whole mess of people holed up in the basement because for some reason if guy caught me there would be a big war or the like. So he is chasing me up the cathedral and that is when I woke up. Which was unfortunate because I really wanted to see how it turned out. That is really all I have to say about that.
I have notebooks and notebooks and notebooks full of marijuana-fueled musings. 99% of it is either gibberish or painfully stupid… but the remaining 1% is freakin’ amazing.
Well, I suppose it’s good to know that pot won’t turn you into a Jew. I mean, I’m sure that’s what’s been holding a lot of people back!
Once, a friend & I were on our way to smoke in a particular spot on our then-college campus. Along the route is a cluster of several small, round cement tables with attached benches. On our way back, high as anything, we took the same path. This is how it went:
Me: (stops dead in tracks, points at tables) WHOA!!!
Friend: What??
Me: Those weren’t there before!!!
Friend: Um…yes, they were…
Me: Nuh-uh…
Friend: Yeah they were… What’d you think, they just built’em now? …But you know what they look like…?
Me: Wha?
Friend: They look like…little mushrooms.
Me: (high-pitched squeal) They do!!
I’m afraid to try marijuana because I saw the effects of it on a very special episode of “The Facts of Life.”
How I’ve explained the feeling using a scenario that many have actually been in:
Picture it being a hot summer day. You’ve just got done doing something physical outside, say gardening or mowing the yard. You’re alone. You’re thirsty. You grab yourself a cold beer, open it and down the thing in 5 seconds. You grab a second beer to drink normally and go out on the patio and sit down to chill for an hour or so. You now quickly start to feel light-headed from the slammed beer. You then notice your sensory input more closely - you are warm, content, relaxed and your mind is jumping from one thought to the next while your body is ‘feeling no pain’. That is what it feels like to be slightly stoned. You’re relaxed, mellow, making thought connections and tangents. A stronger ‘high’ is harder to explain, becaue it is its own thang, y’know? But for a slight high, the above is pretty close.
Also, there are three main types of marijuana (Sativa, Indica and Ruderalis) and they each have different levels and combinations of the cannabinoids that get you high.
Ruderalis is pretty poor quality, so people normally don’t smoke it. It is close to hemp.
Sativa plants are tall (up to 10ft/ 3 meters) and thin, normally growing in more equatorial climates. They contain higher quantities of THC, the main cannabinoid that gets you high. When smoking Sativa plants one will notice a more ‘head’ high. You want to philosophize, play, do art, throw a frisbee, go outside, etc. This is the good stuff. I prefer it. THC content 6% - 8% by weight for stronger varieties.
Indicas are shorter, thicker plants that have more compressed buds and yield more per plant than Sativas. They are easier to grow as they mature quicker than Sativas and can be grown indoors far easier. Thus, when most people buy pot, this is the main type that they are getting (it’s all economics- more yield, easier, faster = more profit). Indicas contain more of the sub-cannabinoids, or more accurately put, the THC has degraded into lessor cannabinoids (Cannabitriolic acid and ??? It’s been awhile). The resultant high is more of a ‘body’ high. This is the type that causes the stereotypical ‘Grab a bag of chips and sink your ass as far into the couch as possible.’ There are also studies that show that the medicinal benefits of marijuana actually come from the lessor quality indicas and their sub-cannabinoids. THC content 2% to 6%.
And then you have the hybrids of the Sativas and Indicas that experience something called ‘hybrid-vigour’ which is where the best qualities of both parents come out. I think the traditional “Skunk” that most have heard about is a stabilized hybrid dating back to the 70’s. These hybrids are the ones that politicians use to say that pot is 600% stronger than in the 60’s blahblahblah…Which is true to some extent, but because it is stronger one tends to smoke less. THC content up to 10%!
Take care-
-Tcat
(Above info gleaned from erowid vaults and lyceum.org)
The very first time I got stoned I watched Hand of Gold a film written & directed by Salvadore Dali.
Immediately prior to the film I was feeling calm and dreamy however as I watched the film and it became more and more odd I became paranoid and confused.
The next few times I became very calm and relaxed then hungry.
I remember one time I went off with a friend and smoked and it was like taking Prozac or Zoloft x10. During this period of time I was clinically depressed and borderline suicidal. Being high on pot was the only time I felt “good”. Unfortunately, the friend was horny and that was the last thing I was. So talking someone out of intercourse while under the influenece is interesting. Then later that evening my feet felt like blocks of ice and extremely heavy.
I enjoyed not feeling depressed while high but truly abhorred the lack of my higher cognitive abilities. It really dulled my ability to reason beyond self-preservation. Driving, taking exams, or any activity requiring active brain cells is impossible while stoned.
A stoned poem I wrote many years ago:
Bubbling up from under,
Let’s eat Golden Wonder.
A penguin is
A panda-fish bird.*
I am apt to get extremely involved with thoughts or stimuli such as movies or music. Occasionally find everything funny. Slightly warped sense of time. Light-headed. Hungry. Agitated. Very sensitive and speculative about others’ reactions to one’s own behaviour. Usually end up kind of paranoid and unable to get to sleep due to rushing thoughts.
That’s why I stopped.
- UK brand of potato chips.
It’s pretty much like when you haven’t slept for about 50 hours. Especially when you get that rush and don’t feel sleepy.
It’s actually pretty fun and pleasant, especially when you’re with lots of people in the same state. Too bad there are so many negative reasons not to do it.
So, anyway, me and Joe, you remember Joe, right, he was the guy that used to work at the restaurant with me, the guy that always had the great bud, well, yeah, you know, Terry’ s brother, no, dumbshit, not JERRY’S brother, Terry’s brother. Man, how cool would that have been to be Tiff Garcia, eh? ‘Hey, Jer, I need tickets to New Years. Mom says you have to give them to me.’ Ha! Too far out. Yeah, right, so anyway…say, man, you still have any of those Sam Adams in the fridge? I’m always so parched whenever I come over here. Must be the air or something. What? No, I haven’t quit. About a pack a day, I guess, but they’re “Natural Spirit” so they’re probably pretty good for you. You got a match? WHAT? No matches? Oh, man, don’t tell me I’ve got to start bringing my own matches. How 'bout a lighter? There you go… Thanks, man. Yeah, right, now about that beer…Hey, man. You want any of this? Its some really kind bud. A little sticky, but that’s cool. We’ll just clean the stem really good when we’re done and then burn the resin. You got a coat hanger? Hold on, hold on…Whoa. That’s good. Here man, good for your head. Don’t blow it, man! Oh, shit! Ha! Well, you gotta cough to get off, that’s what I always say. So, right, anyway, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. Tiff Garcia. No, that wasn’t right…maybe about Joe, from the restaurant. Yeah, that was it. Hey, man… I could really go for that beer right about now. And some chips or something…You got anything to eat?
I saw Timothy Leary speak before a Helmet concert. He said, “Senility is wasted on old people.” He said that it is like a mild marijuana buzz.
I think that one of the coolest things I’ve ever heard is that Leary’s last words were something like “Yeah, man … beautiful.”
So did the late great Carl Sagan. There was a NY Times article written many moons ago entitled High on the Theories of the Universe where Sagan explains his fondness of the pipe weed.
I always used the pipe weed to think Spherically…For anyone interested, even if you have never smoked in your life. Read Michael Pollan’s The Botany of Desire. Fantastic historical and contemporary work, highlighting 5 botanicals that changed modern civilization. Wonderful book.
[sub] if anyone could dig up a cite on the article written about sagan…high on the theories of the universe. I’ll give you a cyber dollar. [/sub]