DOSE:

250 mg

vaporized

AM-2201

(powder / crystals)

BODY WEIGHT:

80 kg

I received a gram of the legal AM-2201 synthetic cannabinoid from a highly reputable source. It appeared as a fine white powder with maybe just a hint of tan. After reading researching online quite a bit it was clear the normal dosage is somewhere between 0.5mg to 2mg at most and that higher dosage usually result in a highly intensive, LSD-like psychedelic experience. That's what I tried to achieve.

Before and while taking this substance I hadn't consumed any other medical substances and last one was dried Salvia divinorum leaves a couple of days earlier.

18:15 - I take the cover on my window down to keep it dark. Keep my door open as I'm alone at home. Prepare my bong and pad the bowl with some ash I had from previous sessions. I measure an exact 250mg and stack it up. Using a butane lighter I smoke the bowl. This takes me several hits due to the high amounts of powder.

As soon as I finish exhaling the last one, I feel a little light headed. I stand up when I suddenly realize there is a serious lag or delay between what I'm actually doing and what I'm seeing. I move my hand and only see it a couple of seconds later. My heart starts pounding so fast and hard and doesn't feel real. I decided to walk out of the room, but I turn around to get back to bed when I suddenly feel my body tingling. As soon as I turn around, time freezes and the only thing still going is the sound of me screaming for help in the background. As of that moment, I no longer know who I am, where I am and what is real.

The next thing I remember is seeing a 2D world made of colors splashing around. I am part of this world and have no physical form. I wonder to myself, is this really my life? Was there anything before? If so, was it all a dream? The colors melt and disappear, this makes me somewhat understand something is happening. The thought is echoing in my mind. I proceed and am reborn to another life where everything is made of colorful lines. It feels as if I was born, got old and died of age when I proceed to another world made of random patterns and a big red light blinking in the center of it. The thought that something is happening is back and I'm starting to understand where I am. The big red light blinking is my heart beating and I have a physical form. I wonder if I am asleep and if so, why am I not waking up? I feel as if my entire body is pressed against some hard surface. I later understand I managed to get to bed and I'm actually lying down with my face pressed against the bed. I move a finger and feel it, but can't really see anything. The rebirth and dying is happening again, again and again as if it happened a million times, and each time only a small detail changes. Only now I realize I'm going through some kind of seizure, but I don't remember I've taken anything or even who I am.

I try to move and feel my body moving, so I try to get up when all of the sudden I see my room only for a second. I must have got up and managed to sit down, because now I can see parts of my room. I am still reborn again and again and every other moment I get a little lucid and understand where I am, only to sink back in to the dream and forget all about it. I start seeing more and more of my room, piece by piece. I feel sick and my mouth is dried. I look for my phone so I could call for help, but I sink back yet again. I find myself screaming for help, repeating the word 'HELP' again and again without any logic, as I'm alone at home. I only stop to vomit. I see my phone and pick it up, but I sink in again. The experience from now on is repeating itself. I get another lucid moment and see the phone in my hand. I try to call someone and the only number I remembered was a friend of mine. I call him and scream 'HELP' many times, but he doesn't understand what is going on. I manage to say 'AMBULANCE', which surprises me as I didn't know that word or thought I had any control over what I say. The phone hangs up and I start vomiting again. I get another call and answer it, it's my friend. He's telling me to unlock the door so the paramedics could get in. I sink back in again. I get another lucid moment and manage to get all the way to the door and unlock it. I can see everything in the house, no more colors, but it doesn't seem real. I'm made of Play-Doh. I sit down and wait for the medics. I try to hold myself, but as I touch my hand, the hair on it melts and I can feel and see it pouring down my hand.

At this point all I want to do is to make it stop, even if I need to die to accomplish it. The medics and my friend arrive and I tell them what I took and where is the bag. They start asking me questions instead of treating me and I sink back in. I wake up in the hospital and this is the first time I see the time since the moment I started this session.

21:55 - I have no idea where I am, but I remember who I am and what happened. I'm terrified. My friend tells me I'm in the hospital and that the police are testing the material. Apparently they thought it was cocaine for some reason.

23:00 - After taking a lot of oxygen and having people talking to me to keep me lucid, I am mostly out of it. My chest hurts so bad I want to cry and the doctor tells me I'm lucky I didn't have a heart attack.

01:00 - After lying to everyone about what I felt and how much I took, the doctor decides it's safe to let me go home. I get home and immediately fall asleep.

11:00 (The next day) - I wake up in the living room after a night of horrible nightmares mainly of what I saw and felt while under the influence. I walk around the house and realize I vomited in the entrance to the house, in my room (multiple times on the bed and on the floor) and in my roommate's room, which I don't remember visiting.

11:30 - Fully awake after drinking coffee. I'm really dizzy and my head hurts. Much more noticeable then the aftereffect of alcohol. I think I am fine and decide to write down this experience so people would be aware of the dangers.

13:47 - I usually type really fast, but only now I finished typing it all. Still dizzy, head still hurts and I'm having difficulties concentrating.

Conclusions:
This was the worst day of my life. It literally felt like forever. Even if I heal, it will always leave a mental scar.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 91304
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Aug 11, 2015	Views: 6,326
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