DOSE:	2.5 flowers	oral	Brugmansia	(tea)
	4 flowers	oral	Brugmansia	(flowers)

BODY WEIGHT:

165 lb

Last week I tried Brugmansia for the first time. I had 14g of flowers that I ordered off the internet. I grinded up 10 flowers in a coffee grinder, dumped the powdery flakes into about 1.75L of water and left it barely boiling until it went down to about 1.5L. Then I dumped the gunky water from the pot to a water pitcher. I popped the top off my coffee machine and put a filter in. I poured the liquid through so it would catch in my pot. 6 filters later I was left with 2 Chinese-Delivery Sweet-Tea Containers full of some highly potent Brugmansia Tea.

At about 10:00 I went with J over to our friend P's house, bringing the 2 tea containers with 5 flowers extracted in each and the remaining 6-8 flowers in a bag. P, C, and his wife, were playing rockband, S was drinking and G wanted to know what this mysterious liquid was. I told him and he took a sip.

We all played rockband for about an hour. Over this time I drank over half of my container and ate about 4 flowers. I had read on the internet that you should limit yourself to about 3-4 flowers so naturally I consumed twice that amount (bad idea). G, S, and C's wife all had a little more than a sip and maybe a flower or two. P had over half of the other container and about 2 flowers and J was our sober sitter.

I played rockband for a little bit more but soon I felt really heavy and uncoordinated. My mouth was getting dry so I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Then I stumbled to the bathroom to go pee and afterwards I stood there just dumbfounded by the image in the mirror. Somebody knocked on the door and I couldn't move or speak. J opened the door and ushered me out. Now it was just me J, and P. I had to go to the bathroom about every five minutes and when I wasn't peeing I was pacing around the house in an idiotic stupor. I don't know how long this went on but I think I eventually fell asleep in the bathroom because J told me I was in there for about 2 hours. When I got out I remember hearing P say 'let's get some Z's' and he went to sleep on the big couch and I continued pacing around for probably an hour until I finally saw the sleeping bag that J had given up on showing to me a long time ago. Under the sleeping bag was a rug with square patterns on it that emmerged from the ground. I knelt down to pick up the squares but my hand moved right through them. I was persistent, however, and kept trying for probably 10 minutes. Then I lost interest and remembered the sleeping bag.

J was sleeping on the smaller couch so I got in the sleeping bag on the living room floor, but a couple minutes later I had to pee again. I went to the bathroom again. I was bothered when I realised every time I walked by the big window above the sink somebody else walked by on the other side at the same time, but I was to scared to investigate so I passed as quickly as possible and only looked from the corner of my eye. Then for some reason I laid down under the kitchen table. P's dog came up and licked my head and I swatted at it like it was a gigantic fly. Then it came back but this time it was a lady dressed up in halloween costume and I was terrified by how realistic her dog costume was. Then my vision faded to purple and black swirls. Next thing I know I'm standing in the kitchen, holding something wet. I hear footsteps and I throw it on the counter behind some dishes. I'm staring at the wall and J just laughs and says something like 'oh my god, theres crazy people on the loose' I think he's talking about me but I don't know why. He went upstairs and I went back to my sleeping bag.

I was getting cold and I had to pee again so I went to the bathroom. I was peeing when I noticed something was odd... Something looked strange... Maybe it was that benadryl package on the floor next to the toilet. Huh... So I walked out and J asked me where my pants were. I looked down again and I was wearing my t-shirt and sweater but nothing below the waist. I tried to pull my shirt down to cover my balls but it wasn't working so I started looking for my pants. I found some pants on the floor in the kitchen but these ones were soaking wet and mine were dry so mine must be somewhere else. So I walked around the bottom floor of the house opening every door twice looking for my pants. Then I remembered I left my clean laundry right by my door (the fact that this wasn't my house was irrelavent). So I started looking next to the doors. Then I realized my laundry was sitting right there by the back door so I started digging through the clothes, looking for a good pair of pants. Then J asked me what the hell I was doing and I said something like 'looh-ing.. Foe... Paah-ants.' while he pulled my arms out of the kitchen trash. Then I wandered around the house for another hour looking for my pants and J went back to sleep. I eventually settled with putting my wet pants back on and went to sleep just as the sun was coming up. When I woke up around noon the next day my pants were mostly dry but still smelly. I looked on the counter behind the dishes and found my soaking wet underwear and socks. I must've peed straight in my socks to get them that wet.

Me and P both couldn't see anything close up for the next couple days because our pupils were so dilated. I felt hungover for the rest of the day and a little bit the next morning. P says he was having conversations with people who weren't there and just generally delirious, but I definetly got the worst of it. The others who shared sips experienced little to no effects.
What a nightmare! I'll never do that again.

I should not have consumed more than 3-4 flowers for my first time...and should have brought some extra pants ;)

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 74676
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Oct 30, 2018	Views: 3,206
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