hey guys, i'm a long time lurker but finally am registering and posting something. i feel like this belongs more in the psychedelics section, because imo it concerns more well, psychedelia, than the general stoned things about weed. i'm sorry if it doesn't belong here though. so, here's the thing, i have been reading about psychedelics and all their stuff for some time and i've read a lot about them, but always stayed away from them because of this thing. recently i started regaining interest in trying psychedelics because of their power for introspection and self-discovery, but i'd really like to address this issue before i proceed any further. skip the following two paragraphs if you don't wanna hear some details about my weed 'trip', just thought i should add them so you can have an idea of how exactly it was... better than just saying i think i got OEVs and CEVs, whatever when i started smoking weed, i'd never get high from it. until one night i shared a joint with my cousin in an alley. as we were walking back to the street (like 20 meters away?) i was wondering if i was gonna feel something this time, when suddenly, bam, it hit me in the face. i looked at my cousin and first, i felt my heart pounding and it was as if someone was pulling the sides of my mouth, because i couldn't stop smiling. i know now that this is pretty common with weed, but then i looked at my cousin and couldn't understand a single word he was saying, because everything was spinning, and it was like light rays were coming out of him. i felt waves of... something, continuosly through my body. the walk back to the street seemed like it took forever. when we got there (it was a busy street at night, full of bars and nightlife stuff), all the lights were amazing. everything was bright and the colors were just so vivid and bright. everything was colorful. there were lots of people, and apparently, they all, even the whole universe, was smiling and giggling along with me. it was like a million things were happening at the same time, the world felt like a busy, energetic and full of life place. like a huge amusement park. alive, bright and happy are the things i can feel to describe what i was feeling from that place. colors were immensely vivid, my vision was very weird. suddenly, a negative thought comes to my mind, and instantly, everything stops. people continue walking around, but everything turned black and white, sad, dull. it's as if before i could hear all the noise and life from everyone and now it was a quiet, dead place. i had already read at that time about how your mind would direct you in a psychedelic trip, and i had like, decided that was somewhat of a psychedelic trip, so i tried to keep positive and i could feel the life and energy coming back. i was quite amazed how fast things 'regained' life and color. later on in the same night, as we were at a restaurant, i was looking at something, this thing on the table i guess, and i was looking closer and closer, and suddenly it was as if i stopped existing. i was just observing, seeing from above this... thing. it was like a whole in the ground, and i could see these little people working there. it was like a factory? everyone as doing their job, moving, continuously. it felt as if everything was repeating itself, everything was continuous. i could see a clock rocking back and forth... back and forth... what the fuck... i woke up and figured i was probably hallucinating, so i closed my eyes. and now, it was if i could see myself moving. every movement i made, i not only felt it, but i also saw it, like i could see me doing it, in front of me, in the back of my eyelids. hard to explain, i guess. anyway, i didn't wanna start a trip report... but well, so i kinda tripped on weed. some visuals covering all my sight and total mindfuck. i did this for the following weekends for a few more times, and all the times it was different, but very trippy. the day after my last (i believe it was the fourth) trip, i felt really weird. now i know that i was feeling stoned, but i didn't know what it was like. at night, already feeling better, i was out with friends having dinner, when suddenly, aspects from the 'trip' the day before started appearing. my vision was different, just like it was the day before. everything was... weird. and more important, the touch. when i tasted something, it was as if i could feel every cell in my mouth. when i touched something, my hands felt so, complex and weird. i got kinda scared and went home, tried to sleep. but i couldn't. every time i 'zoned out', let go to sleep, i heard these conversations in my head, from people i knew talking to each other and talking to me. if i focus i'd realize it and notice that the conversations didn't make any sense too. i got so scared, but then i could go to sleep. i searched a lot on the internet and scared as shit, started to think i was developing schizophrenia. i got fucking scared and even started taking the antidepressants i was prescribed. being irresponsible, the following weekend i was smoking weed a little again. but weed never was that psychedelic again. i do felt way higher than every one else, always, but never trippy. i could feel a bit of that remaining 'psychedelia' (?) around though... but it was never that trippy. turns out nothing happened, i didn't turn out schizophrenic and even had a smoke-weed-every-day phase (seeing as weed was not psychedelic anymore), but i just dropped it already, weed is not for me. i also have no history of mental illness in my family too. so, i have read about other people having psychedelic experiences on weed so i know i'm not alone, but i still have some unanswered questions you know... how was i so sensitive to weed? why suddenly weed stopped being psychedelic (that much)? it couldn't be because of tolerance, as at that time i was smoking weed like every weekend only. and also, as something weak (?) as weed gave me a flashback, should i go easy on standard psychedelics like acid or shrooms (hence this thread, as i've recently got interested in trying them after being away from them because of this weed flashback episode)? like, do you think i'm prone to developing hppd or something? well, any thoughts would be greatly appreciated... peace
Well the first few times with weed are always super strong and have a special vibe that you never really get back. It becomes what your experiencing. You are still high but it is not as intense. This also means that the high can last a long time. Once your used to it it is a few hours at most each time but at first you can still feel stoned the next day. Some people claim long breaks like a year or more can make it like the first time. I can't speak from experience on that since I am a daily smoker. The only time I feel high the next day now are if I eat an edible but smoking is a few hours max. If you have no history of mental illness in your family and have no issues yourself do not be afraid of psychedelics. I would recommend you research them and understand what the trip will be. It can be a wonderful experience. The worst thing you can do is be afraid when you do it. Just be ready and open to what the experience will be. HPPD could be an issue with consistent use like for example every weekend for months at a time. But one time or a few times a year is very unlikely to cause an issue.
