DOSE:

1 bowl

smoked

Salvia divinorum

(extract - 5x)

BODY WEIGHT:

170 lb

Have you ever woken up from a dream you can’t remember? That was my first experience with Salvia. There are some factors working against me telling this story: first, I’m a sub-par writer. Second, the experience is hard to explain, so there’s a good change this story won’t make any sense to people who aren’t me. Third, I’ve only ever tried weed before this, so I can’t properly relate it to any other drugs.

I was home from the first year of college, and my parents and sisters were out of the house for a while, so I figured this would be prime time for me to try my Salvia. I pulled out my bong, went into my bathroom, turned on the shower just in case anyone came in, and loaded a bowl. I applied a flame with a torch lighter for only a second, then inhaled deeply. I remember it burning slightly, setting the bong down, and then zoning out while watching the smoke come out of the bong’s carburetor. This is about 15 seconds into the trip. I lean back and prop myself up against the wall, and my head rolls to one side, where I see the mirror. But it’s more than a mirror… There are mirrors inside of it, and mirrors inside of those.

This is the point where I black out, but when I wake up, I have no recollection of smoking the salvia. I’m in another world, and the world where I’ve been living this whole time, the one where I smoked my salvia, was just a dream. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and you still have some of the dream left lingering in the back of your mind, but you can’t remember it how hard you try. So now I’m awake in a new world, where I’m on the floor of my bathroom, and tiny people have set up a construction site around me and they’re working on me. It was like the small people from Gulliver’s Travels meets the Matrix, it felt like they were harvesting me. This was terrifying to me. After this, I came back to the world, and realized I was high as fuck.

Now I could pick up a noise, coming from the back of my skull. It was something I had heard as a child, on TV, or in the movies, but it was repeating itself. It was insidious, and it felt like it was eating at my brain. I manage to mumble something along the lines of “Oh shit…” It feels like it has been hours… Surely my parents are home by now! I start panicking, packing up my bong as fast as I can (Note that this is why trip-sitters are handy. I could have hurt myself, or broken my bong). I get the stem out, and the bong all wrapped up, and I’m looking for my torch lighter… Its somewhere lost in the clutter, and I can’t differentiate it from any of the other objects. It takes me about 30 panicky seconds to find it, and I shove it in the bag of paraphernalia, zip it up, and make my way, stumbling, back into my room, where I somehow manage to put it all back in its place. The noise is still going in my head.

I make it back to the shower and get it. The water is hot, so I turn it down as far as I can. The water is still hot. I decide to sit down, and the dimensions of the shower seem to alter. At some times, it seems like it’s very big, and others, I feel like I’m cramped. And all at once, it’s gone. The noise has stopped, my perceptions are back to normal, and the water is now really cold.

There weren’t any after effects, except hating the trip at first, but I’ve come around, and realized it was a unique experience that I want to relive.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 73040
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: May 27, 2020	Views: 811
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