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i got high the 3rd time i smoked
after like 2 months of smoking alot i smoked 8 bowls with a 3 foot bong and got soooooo high. i didnt know anything and didnt know where i was and didnt reconize anything. then i went home and threw up, got caught and havent smoked since spring break
we burned out of a water-bottle bong, and i was pretty ripped
i guess i started making weird snorting sounds and my friend said i sounded like a tuba... but i thought it sounded like an elephant. then my friend told me to picture an elephant playing a tuba. but one of those big tubas that wrap all the way around your body that they play in austria and shit. i have never laughed so hard in my life, i thought i was going to suffocate.
actually that may have been my second time high but whatever
I started off thinking my hands were separate beings, and my soul was in my hands and not my head. Then I got trapped in some program that kept repeating itself. I think my buddy kept saying "he looks absolutely perplexed" a good hundred times. I was trapped between different realms, and this was just one of the ones tempting me to be reality. Then I moved out of our dimension, and different words had different scores and things in some imaginary computer system of life. The start bar brought up different parts of my soul to look at and talking in our thoughts was like some instant chat thing. I couldn't find the button to turn on italics and let me talk out loud, so I was talking to my friends in my mind. I knew exactly what your answers were going to be whenever I asked a question, so that made it seem like this wasn't the real dimension. I was out of my body, and my soul was in space or something, definitely just chilling and exploring somewhere.
Then when we started walking and my buddy started talking in accents and different languages I started to ponder what language really is, and how every sound is just a metaphor for a feeling, and no language really exists.
Then once we got to his place I definitely was pondering very deep things that I can't remember, but I do remember being in a dream like state, where whatever I thought about would come true. So I was in my mind watching my body do what I was thinking about. So I thought like "oh shit, what if I thought something bad", and I thought about like exploding or something, and saw an explosion and watched myself hurl out my insides. I felt like the whole time if I thought of something else I would transport to that realm, and that I wasn't actually puking, just thinking about what would happen if I did.
Then lying in his room recovering room, I saw his ceiling and walls moving around, and definitely continued to ponder the meaning of life for a bit.
First time i smoked I ended up watching 3 hours of everybody loves raymond while eating cinamon toast crunch in peanut butter out of a bicycle helmet.