Hey guys, I'm new
Just wondering if you can shed some light on this topic for me.
A while ago my friend came round with a few grams of red spice he had managed to source (Where I live it's as rare as hens teeth). At about 8 o clock we had our first trips, we didn't use scales so we just used a smallish glass pipe with ash in and vaporised it with a turbo flame. It was amazing, this was only the second lot I'd managed to get my hands on so I was eager to explore hyperspace in its entirety, we emptied the bag out onto a monopoly box. We had a trip every hour until about midnight- the more I took the more comfortable I become with the speed and craziness of the experience.
I tripped I was taken away and started getting samples taken from me from these giant insect type beings in the most amazingly complex diamond encrusted operating theatre. they weren't hostile in the least, they were taking the samples to study and to learn from me, it wasn't painful, in fact I had the most overwhelming sense of well being, then I dropped through the table and back into reality, swirling patterns and fractals crunching back into shape, back into some form of reality. After this trip I decided I'd had enough, so we put the pipe down for the night.
The next day my girlfriend went to work, pretty much as soon as she left I convinced my mate to put last bits off the box into a big pipe for me.
I started to melt it, as it did it started to block up and I struggled to breathe it in, but me being me I didn't give up. I managed to clear what was left but there was a thick black gloop blocking up all the holes in the gauze.
Before I even managed to put the pipe down I was experiencing lightning shocks from my skull to my extremities, the beautiful fluorescent colours had turned to red and black jagged ninja stars from hell all around me, it felt like a screaming in my head and my body was convulsing, causing me to almost drop the pipe. I managed to get to the bathroom, I washed my face with water and looked in the mirror, the demonic bastardized version of myself I saw caused me to flee back into the lounge and yell that I'm never doing it again.
It was a tough ordeal and ever since then I've been much more careful with the spice. Has anyone had any similar experiences?