*Meaningful* stoner moments...

Okay, so we all have/post about our "stoner moments". The funny things that happen, the weird things we eat, etc.
But what about actual meaningful moments? Stories. Times with your friends when you laughed like you've never laughed before, when you've never been happier to be with the people you were with. Things that you've seen while stoned that made a bigger impact than they ever would have when you were sober. Stuff like that.

My stepdad died on July 11 and he worked for the railroad his entire life. I like getting really baked and either watching or listening to the train go by. We only live a block from the tracks, so it's extremely loud and it isn't a long walk if I decide to actually go watch it pass. Sometimes, I swear I can hear the tracks playing songs. A friend and I watched the train a few years ago, and the tracks seemed to be playing an unfamiliar little tune - between the wheels on the steel tracks, chains dangling between cars, etc. it was playing some sort of melody that we'd never heard before, but was perhaps the most peaceful lulliby ever created by a man who didn't know he was making music, who thought he was just pulling horns and whistles and watching the night time scenery go by.
Last time I actually walked up and watched the train, I heard a song. It was one that I had heard before, but I couldn't quite figure it out. My stepdad listened to A LOT of music, with a record collection well over 500, along with casettes, reel-to-reel, CD's and downloaded music. Perhaps it was a not-so-well-known Pink Floyd song, or AC/DC, or something similar no doubt. I couldn't quite point it out, but I could have sworn my stepdad was somewhere close to me, watching the train go by.

That was the most recent 'big one' and despite him having been sober from drugs/alcohol long before I met him, whenever I'm stoned with friends and listening to something like Pink Floyd or anything else that he listened to a lot, I could swear my stepdad's probably chilling with some of his favourite dead musicians, watching us, going "Yep, those are my kids. Aren't they great?" Because I was his daughter, my husband was his son, my friends were his "rental kids" (his own words). That's just how he was.

 

Wow, that's deep. I was going to post something here but my story just seems... inferior to that. Nice story, I think this is a good thread, it actually shows the 'good' side of marijuana not the immature people doing stupid stuff to give it a bad name. Thank you for starting this.

 

i was visiting an island near my house that is a really peacefull place...no cars, you can only access it by ferry and people drive golf carts everywhere. so me and my cousin would go to the golf course everyday for about 2 weeks and smoke and just sit and think of how great life is. we would smoke beneath this grove of trees that had no small low branches, but the big ones were close to the ground so we could sit on them. and it just makes me so happy every time i think about it.

 

i was in the park today with my best friend, love her to bits, and we got stoned and it was amazing, i love parks, the light through the trees, all the nature all around you, and i was just lying in the grass, no one around, total silence except for the birds

i can only ever feel that at peace when im stoned ^^

 

^i know what u mean, when im out with friends, and we splitt i just sometimes stay at the park for a while, its really nice especialy if u still have bud on you to smoke . anyway sometime ago i was just sittin there, and theres this jamaican dude- which i see almost everyday with friends near this bridge sits down next to me on da bench. starts humming- and i reckon he knew i was baked since i was just starring at a coke can with meh mouth open, so he rolls up a j, and starts talkin to me, and it was really cool, he let me spark that joint and smoke it with him. hes a really nice man tho, we talked for like 1h about tons of shit, anyway still see him everyday when i blaze near the bridge, weird thing is when i offered him some he just said no thx and walked off humming. i dunno kinda nice experience i reckon- i dont know if this makes sense, i smoked the harshest blunt today and feel abit dodgy lol

 

For a while, being stoned was the only way I could feel happiness, as I was clinically depressed and I just didn't see the good in the world unless I had an abundance of THC flowing through my veins. I would smoke in my room and just sit there, smiling, listening to music, thinking, and putting all of my worries and doubts into perspective. My goals and life-plans just seemed so clear and positive, that I basically fell in love with weed; not as a crutch, but as a close friend that brought me comfort and contentment when my life seemed hopeless, otherwise. Those times consist of some of my most meaningful stoner moments.

BTW, sorry about your stepdad.

 

The other night. Me and my friends always figured there were different stages to life. We change all the time, but there are some points of change that were the biggest, and affected us all, even when we didn't know each other. The one we were in at the time, was from March Break when Mary died to that night. Long story short, me and three friends were sitting at the lake, I was rolling a blunt. (We had already smoked 3 fatty's that night.) Another friend calls to inform us that Jared was back home and they were all chillin at the Church. (He was away for the whole summer). I dropped the blunt into the bag, and drove up to the church. As we were exiting through the gates it hit us.

We were moving into the next phase. Senior year. Jared was home, we had already rescued a friend from Canso where her parents were keeping her prisioner of her own home, and our friend from the valley decided she was coming to school with us in the fall. The four of us in the car. Screamed the whole way to the church. Not high pitched, just HOLY FUCK, IT'S PHASE 6. You see, we thought phase 6 would begin when we finished high school and moved out west. It caught us off guard. But it was amazing. It just hit us all at once. Out of nowhere. And I love it.

Needless to say, the excitement was shared with the others once we jumped out of my car at the Church. We were all there together for the first time this summer. We see each other everyday, but things were different because of the change of phase. And I love it. And I love them.

May not sound exciting to you guys, but it means everything to me.

Peace.

 

first of all, let me just say this is probably the best thread ive ever seen on this forum.


i recently moved to north carolina...before that i lived in new jersey all my life. ive had two best friends for as long as i can remember, and we pretty much grew up together. when we were about 15 we started to get into smoking and whatnot, as many teens do, and continued to do so together till i left. but a few nights before i left (the night before i left was reserved for partying) we sat down and smoked and just talked about the past few years and the shit we'd been through together, knowing we wouldn't be seeing much of eachother since i was moving hundreds of miles away. it doesnt sound too impressive, but it was one of the best nights ive ever had.

 

werd, best thread in a longgg time

anyways, i cant think of anything deep that has happened to me

somthing that comes to the mind on this forum though [forgot who it was] said that they smoked a joint and him and his GF just stared into eachothers eyes for 15 minutes straight, i thought that was really cool

 

where im from your surrounded by ocean...and if you go to the right spots, near the coastline- you can see it in an endless stretch for miles and miles. I can remember taking the drive out on a luke-warm March day, we smoked a few joints and i just remember the point where the road turned and curled into a cliff almost and you could see just see a small but tremendous break in the earth that showed the ocean and its skyline. It was beautiful! We walked along the shore and watched the waves crash on the rocks and it seemed like there was nothing else in the world happening...and it was just us, the ocean, and whatever we thought we could do, and we could do anything!
I find getting high for me is a strong bond between my closest of friends and I. Getting high is like a freedom but never an escape for me...I've always used it in the sense that I smoke it frequently, but never forget who you are and where you started from. i dont know if any of that makes sense because im pretttttttttttty high right now but i'd also like to thank whoever thought of "Meaningful Stoner Moments"....i think everyone should appreciate the moments they have with the people they love!

 

This is by far the most meaningful stoner moment for me. Before I used marijuana for helpful insight ive always never appreciated my family one bit. I have 1 brother,a sister and a mom and dad that i never really got to know, my life sorta just revolved around me. What I was going to do for myself, how i was going to make myself happy etc. So when i was in my room smoking one day, after being blitzed, i noticed something. I noticed That through my whole life, this was my family and i know they would be for me no matter what, unlike friends. I realized God put me with these guys for a reason to do the absoulute most for them, to appreciate them to the fullest. Now I have a whole new perspective on them and ever since that night, ive grown to know them, done many things for them that a price cant put on, and most of all, ive finally earned there 100% trust. I truley believe its my duty to do everything i possibly can for them, because no matter what, there closest thing I have in this lifetime.

 

That sounds awesome mouthfull.

I really wanna toke at the beach before the summer's over.

 

everytime me and my friend get high we jus look at each other and laugh for like 20 minutes....ahh goood times

 

Haha, I know the feeling. Me and a buddy of mine always laugh together. One day we were chillin in his basement, sober. And we were talking about how we laugh together. He told me that he loved my laugh, and that alone makes him laugh. A few minutes later, out of nowhere, the two of us just started laughing. And it lasted 3 minutes or so. Bomb.

Peace.

 

I've got two stories to share. One of them was me and mt friends down by the railroad tracks underneath an over pass where no one can see you down there...We went there to see this HUGE graffitti mural of Lyno from the thundercats, but stayed and smoked a bowl, eventually a train came by, and we were really high, and standing next the tracks letting the wind from the train hit us, then we tried (and succeeded) to jump on to the train... All in all it was just a really great time with some of my friends.

Another time, me and my friends were high and walking some trails in a forest, and we came up next to the river, and found an island with a HUGE beaver dam made out of tree trunks, and there were a trail of trunks leading from shore to the island, and we climbed them and went and smoked on the beaver dam... it was the bestest thing i've EVER done high. EVER.

 

I've had so many profound experiences with weed and others that I can't possibly recall all of them, so I'll post a few that really stick out in my mind.

My very good friend and I go hiking in the mountains alot, and one particular time we and a few others did a back country trip up to a location known as ribbon falls, the hike up was moderate but it was pouring rain the whole way, we made it safely and set up camp in the first back country camp ground, which was located on the river just below the falls. After we had dinner and were relaxing and talking we decided to eat a mushroom chocolate each (which supposably contained around 2 grams of psilocybe mushrooms). The rain cleared up as we were coming up and my friend and I decided to explore the surroundings. Now I already have the utmost respect and admiration for nature, but I was shown a true undying love of the land that I had never experienced before. My surroundings were of the most beautiful thing I've ever layed my eyes upon, it nearly brought a tear to my eye. I felt cleansed and newly born, I learned that I have to live my life freely, enjoy every second, to stop wasting so much time on the computer and be outdoors as often as I can. I've always tryed to live my life as active as possible, but I can certainly say this experience turned me into the more adventurous, outgoing person I am today.

Overall my experiences with weed and other hallucinogens have made me into a kinder, tolerant, open minded and easy going induvidual. I never go into a high without wanting to learn something about myself or gain a different perspective of my surrounds or world in general. This is why these substances can and should be used as tools to better one's self, they can show you the way but it is up to you weather or not to actively practice the knowledge you've gained.

Great thread btw

 

Thanks to everyone, so far... it's awesome reading stories like these, really. Makes me all warm and happy inside, and some of them REALLY bring back the memories.

I can think of quite a few.

Last Summer. All that year, alll Autumn and Winter and Spring, most of my friends still being in school... I was THE biggest loner-stoner that ever roamed the land. I swear. And it fucking sucked. I'd try SO hard to find/get ahold of people to smoke up with me, and it just didn't work. I spent that Winter locked in my parents' basement (where my room was) smoking up by myself, staying up for ridiculous amounts of time (3-5 days at a time) and just driving myself insane. I had this friend, Seth, and he was one of the ONLY people I ever hung out with, once or twice a week. He's friends with my whole 'group' which is my cousins and a bunch of their friends, and my now-roommate, Fitz. I knew them, but had lost contact for a while and didn't feel right just calling them out of nowhere. One night, I ran into Seth downtown and we wandered for hours, just walking my dog, getting stoned, whatever. So basically, he knew I had about a half-ounce of weed left when he walked me home that night. That was the first time I had actually hung out with anyone other than my parents for more than an hour, in nearly a year at that point.

The next morning, I guess Fitz woke up (Fitz was living with him at the time) and the first thing out of his mouth was "Fuck, I need some herb" so without saying anything, Seth picked up his phone and called me. "Nikki, Fitz needs to get stoned, meet us in Schikurski (park) RIGHT NOW" and that was it, we were all out the door, on our way to meet in the park.
We sat, let my dog off her leash to run around the field, and got super-stoned. Spent about 3 hours getting high, laying in the grass, occasionally calling my dog back to check on her. I hung out with Seth all day and we kidnapped Fitz RIGHT after he got off work at 9 that night, to get him stoned again and hang out.
It was super-cool that after being such a huge loner-stoner for so long, I had a friend that was comfortable enough to CALL ME and tell me I was going to smoke them up ('cause my friends know now, that's just what kind of person I am and I somehow *always* manage to find weed, whether or not I have money).

So, we did that during ALL of our free time for a while, and Seth and Fitz still don't know, but it meant the fucking world to me.

 

Staring into eyes, and laughing with friends...
Usually when we're home alone, the husband and I don't do much. Get stoned, listen to music, and he plays X-Box or something while I read, unless we think of something better to do with our spare time. But occasionally, we get really stupid-baked and lay in bed, start poking each-other in the ribs (we're both super ticklish) and talk to each-other in retard voices until we can't talk any more, and just lay there and giggle like idiots. Sometimes I just lay there and stare, thinking that he must be the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen, and nothing could ever compare... until we have kids, of course.
Those are the best times.

 

This thread is great.

I don't think my expierences really compare to most of yours, esspecially deathrewdisco's, but it means something to me.

On 4/20 me and my friend got insanly ripped. Dankest shit I've ever smoked. And I left because his mom was coming home and eh.. long story. Anyway, I road my bike to a trail near my house. It was a beautiful day. I rode and rode. Till I went to the park. And I pushed these kids around on the... merry go round thing? What do you call it?

And everything in the world just seeemed right. Like, perfect. The happiness was just.. amazing. It was probably, when i look back, one of the best moments of my life. Nothing was wrong. On the ride home things just poped out to from images in the trees. As I crossed the bridge to my neighbor hood I saw deer. They stood staring at me only 5 feet away. Just looking. It was as if they knew me.

These are really the things that make marijuana use great.