Originally Posted by Knuckle
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2005.. only trip report im actually embarassed about as it caused undue hardship on myself and my immediate family, although it actually took me a long ass time to realize the impact of this on my family as I was kinda jaded to the whole situation when it occurred. I will say this much, I am like walter white with my fucking logic in that I always did my research and was careful about drugs when I did them back in high school/college, this is the one exception.
Dose: 4 Angel Trumpet Flowers
Ok a little background on these, their highly halluconegenic and poisonous flowers, 2 petals from one flower, boiled, extracted, and smoked makes you trip hard and your still in the danger zone for major health risks.
Ok ok, Im a fucking idiot, i know! But at the time, I had no idea what they were, I had work from 4am to 8am, class from 8am to 3pm, then work again from 4pm to 10pm. I had been doing this on and off for about 3 weeks, I stopped by my friends house after one of these such nights, and not even on drugs, my instinct and caution were gone with the wind. So my story begins......
Arrive at friends house, we'll call him B. "B, whats up man, your eyes are fucking dialated."
B: You gotta try this dude, I learned about it in the detention center it gives you little hallucinations and you feel a little numb.
Me: What is it?
B: Its a flower man just eat a flower and youll be straight.
Me: Ok.
I proceed to eat one of the flowers, kinda soft and very dry, I had to down it with a glass of water to return moisture to my mouth. We go back to his room and chill playing madden on his xbox for about 45minutes. After not feeling any effects whatsoever I ask my friend to check my pupils; no dialation. "Ok this is stupid" I think, and I eat another one. After another 30minutes of frustration I eat two more. Another 30 minutes passes and in disgust I tell my friend I gotta head home. As I start my car and begin driving home, I get this giddy feeling, and a very very light numbness throughout my body, I involuntarily smile and quickly reach my destination. As I get home my parents are already in bed, so I head to my room to watch the new Gilligans Island(which was really retarded by the third episode imo). After about 45minutes I realize I am very, very thirsty. I proceed to stand up and am hit with the first heavy feeling, the numbness increases tenfold, and suddenly walking is amusing. I felt like the floor was much farther away without it actually 'looking' farther away as I walked to the bathroom. I kind of giggle spontaneously as I get to the bathroom, Man this stuff isnt so bad! I down about eight handfuls of water and decide to take a shower to chillout. The shower went normal with the effects maintaining consistency. Then I stepout of the shower, coordination seemed to be reduced, I accidentily knock the metal bar off the sliding glass door to the shower, but in my stupor I forget its there.
Now the feeling is getting real heavy and everything appears with more clarity, I feel a body rush, and sit down on the toilet to kind of chill out. I find myself staring at the floor, as I focus on the tile little green glowing flames shoot out of the tile, but they didnt lap or make sound, they were quiet and conical, like a large bunson burner flame. Shaking my head the images dissapear. Now I find myself looking at the dust on the floor, it turns into little june bugs upside down on their backs with their feet crawling in the air... Uhhh wierd, I reach out to pick one and it immedietaly reverts to a little dust lint. Utterly enthralled I stand up and look in the mirror. My skin has an orange tint to it, or so it appeared in the mirror, I look at my eyes and their dialated like saucers, very little white is visible, much more dialated then a high dxm dose. My mouth is becoming even drier, its like a bad case of cotton mouth from smoking weed, but the feeling extends all the way down my throat, every swallow is a cracked parched feeling and very painful. I proceed to swallow about 14 handfuls of water, and felt mildly better. I touch the handle to the door, it suddenly extends beyond my vision, i stare in awe for what felt like an eternity and then slowly turned the handle and it returned to normal size. I walk in the hallway back to my room, as I do I look at the pictures on the wall of myself when I was younger. When I was younger and first moved where I live now, I was fat and didnt get a whole lot of friends. Gradually throughout highschool things reversed, my personality changed alot as aresult too, not as compassioniate, or introverted, my past life pictures stared at me with a mixture of sorrow and pity for what I had become. More numb to the situation then shamed, I walked into my room. The TV's light illuminated the room, I stood by my bed and become enthralled with this glowing box, this vortex. The longer I stared the deeper I was drawn into it, untill the glow encompassed my vision as if I was standing there. This is my last memory of the trip, the rest I am filling in from what my parents told me happened, as I have no recollection of the next 12 hours.
My mom hears water running from the bathroom, checking, she finds the light is on, door open and the metal handle from the shower door is laying on the floor. Concerned, my mom comes into my room to find me standing in the dark with only my TV on, staring at the screen with rapt attention, She goes back and tells my step dad something is wrong with me, they both come back in to find that I was "at my register" I was muttering gibberish while typing on an imaginary cash register. My parents having no idea what was wrong, call the fire dept for emergency medical attention. When they call, the line asks if I am friends with B. My parents affirm and the secretary or whoever tells them that my friend was just sent to the ER for overdosing on some sort of flower, and that theyll have to wait 30 minutes for help to arrive. During this period I experienced true OD scary strength.
Walking down the hallway, my dad gets me in a submission hold on the floor, his feet are in the back of my knees, his knees are on my lower back, and he has me in a half nelson. Needless to say the restriction of movement aggrivated me to no end. My 170lb. frame proceeded to slide my elbows to my knees, then with my 250lb. step dad pushing all his weight into the back of my knees and back with a headlock, I stand up with him on my back, and continue walking as if nothing had happened. My mom eventually calms me down and gets me to sit on my bed. Finally two paramedics arrive, and attempt to IV me. apparently he had to draw blood out of it first or something and as soon as he attempted to I ripped the IV out and flung it across the room. Blood begins to splatter everywhere, and things go from bad to worse.
Two paramedics and my dad cant hold me down to get an IV in, so they call for back up, there ends up being 8 paramedics in the room restraining me to get an IV in, with two local sheriffs also trying to. Finally they manage to get me on a stretcher to get me to the hospital with 1 IV finally in after roughly 5 attempts, which had ended with me pulling them out. With my body strapped down I was rushed to the ER at the same hospital my friend was at, I was basically foaming at the mouth, I was so dehydrated my lips were cracking and the thing that hanged down the back of my throat was swollen twofold. I was still completely nuts, the doctors had to stick a tube down my throat to attempt to extract any remaining flower or to hydrate me, I cant remember which. Basically I was touch and go with coma for three hours, and was braindead for a few seconds. The doctor who actually knew what the flower was when my friend incoherently named it, said it was amazing I survived a quadruple overdose of such a strong poisonous plant. I have no recollection of almost dying, any great lights or anything, I simply remember staring at my TV screen, then waking up in ICU.
ICU... Strapped to a bed, cathider in me, 3 IV's and a breathing device hooked to my nose, I didnt even panic as I was still tripping, hard. My parents explained everything to me and said I was cat scanned but didnt suffer any brain damage(which also removed any fear of brain damage over past stupid CCC trips when i was younger). My dad began to ask me questions to get me to think, it was rather amusing, I had to name 5 cereals which ended with me saying " Kix, Cheerios, Snickers, Captian Crunch, uhm.... Cocoa Puffs" Stuff like this went on for awhile then I heard the story of how my friend was caught tripping. he was only on two flowers and was on the side of the road in his boxers, his neighbor saw him and asked what the hell he was doing. Looking up with the most dazed expression ever, he explained he was looking for clues, then nonchalantly went back to picking at the ground.....
Visuals were intense in the hospital, the enormity of the situation hadnt even sunk in for me, the day was plagued with flying lamps and a forest picture on the wall kept sliding to the left, which I told my nurse she should fix when they get the chance. THe people were all very friendly and understanding with my state of mind, and told me I was their closest death experience at the fairly new hospital. By the time night came I was still tripping but not hard, and I began to fall in and out of intense day dreams, some of which were scary and I would find myself twitch out of sleep to the alarm of the nurses, after about 9 or 10 of these episodes I finally fell asleep and woke the next day in a calm afterglow which persisted for a few hours. The hospital had wood toned walls and a very natural feel that made the trip in the hospital feel warm, and only the intense trance-like dreams scared me.
All in all the worst and most memorable trip ever for me, and everyone, PLEASE, stay the fuck away from Angel Trumpet flowers. Even used at 'safe' levels it is quite dangerous for the trip recieved, and irreperable damage is quite possible, I'm probably one of the luckiest people alive to have come free unscathed, for the third time from a near death experience.
a few clarifications: i was 17 or 18 and still in highschool at the time, register refers to the gas station cash register since i worked at a Hess.
Up to this point my parents had no idea I used drugs or had ever smoked weed even. I never caused trouble at home or any shit like this, graduated with a full scholarship and honors to go to college, etc. Anyway. yea.
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