SWIM's first experience with salvia One night SWIM decided to go to his friend's(we'll call the friend H) house to break in a newly acquired stash of weed. While waiting on another friend to arrive before getting started, SWIM happened to mention reading about salvia. H mentioned he had previously purchased something like a gram or two of 5x extract but spoke quite negatively, well more like scoffingly, about his experience with salvia-namely that he had experienced next to nothing. I was unperturbed by this, and enthusiastically suggested the two of them break out the bong & give the stuff a try. A few minutes later the two had the bong ready, at this point I had read several articles on salvia but would for the most part still be considered a total noob. Regardless, he insisted that H(who was taking the first go) sit on the carpet with him while he took the hit. SWIM held the butane lighter to the bowl while H took a large drag on the bong, inhaled, but failed to hold longer than 5 seconds. SWIM insisted that H needed to hold longer, but H simply couldn't; the salvia smoke was simply too strong for H to hold in very long. H tried again with pretty much the same results-a bunch of coughing. At this point SWIM decided to take a hit, clearing the rest of the bowl in a moderate-small sized hit, which did absolutely nothing whatsoever. Somewhat put off by the apparent lack of success thus far, SWIM nevertheless contended against H's protests that they should load up another bowl and have a go, this time I would take the green hit. At this point SWIM and H moved into H's living room, which is white tile, a fairly decent setting After loading up a liberal sized bowl, SWIM stuck the blow-torch flame straight into the bowl and ripped @ the bong like there was no tomorrow. SWIM held in the gigantic hit, counting 1...2...3... all the way up to 13, then things began to get very fuzzy. SWIM began to feel the effects instantly, he stared at a poster directly behind H's head, which appeard to have many of a creature that resembled a tadpole swimming through water. The picture seemed odd to him, and he began to lean back as if to lay down on the ground, but then instead laced his hands behind his head and reclined backwards. H, his interested piqued by me's odd behavior, asked what I was feeling. I was beginning to feel quite overwhelmed at this point, the effects were getting exponentially stronger by the second, and all he could choke out was "don't say anything man, just don't say anything". After this SWIM blacked out for approximately 45 seconds-1 minute during which, according to H, he stood up, walked toward within 2 feet of the wall, stared at it for about 10 seconds, then moved toward an open door that lead to a dark room, and proceeded to stare into the darkness of that doorway for another 10-20 seconds. This is the point when SWIM can remember what happened, though it is alittle fuzzy. H at this point was beginning to wonder what the hell was going on, you see despite the fact that he had purchased the salvia, he really didn't know what it did to you. Back to SWIM. H's prodding questions eventually broke SWIM out of the trance he had been in. H and SWIM began to have a conversation. SWIM was responding somewhat normally according to H. Odd thing was, SWIM's mind was completely somewhere else. I felt that he was observing the conversation taking place from the vantage of the darkness of the room he had stared into earlier, which was about 5 feet away from where he was currently standing. From the mind's view, SWIM and H were having a conversation that the mind was a completely independent observer of. The talk was automatic, like someone was talking for SWIM, and I couldn't keep himself from talking had he wanted to. It was as if his mind had woken up to a pair of individuals having a conversation, it was an extremely odd experience. After about 30 seconds, SWIM's mind, while reeling from it's feeble attempts to understand what the hell exactly was going on, began to get just a miniscule bit of understanding, but the mind felt extremely slow, as if every though had to be reached by wading through concrete. The mind's first though was "oh my god, I'm such a brilliant individual in real life, and now I am doomed to an eternity of this "retardation" if you will. Mind still fighting for control, SWIM managed to concentrate extremely hard on the understanding that this feeling WOULD pass eventually, though his mind was not completely going along with this. At this point(45sec-1min30sec after breaking the trance) H once again asked SWIM "what's going on man?". A "3 day's grace" song ended exactly when his question ended, and it seemed like everything just stopped for about 10 seconds, like someone hit pause on the tv. I felt completely overwhelmed at this point, for he, like a noob, had been totally unprepared for what he was experiencing(though who can really know that feeling of separation you get without experiencing it?). I felt it would be a good idea to get somewhere safe, and curl up in a ball, he was also worried he might accidently break something valuable that belonged to H. I said, "I need to lie down". H said, "well then lie on the damn ground man". H didn't understand that by "lie down", SWIM meant lie down somewhere safe, and out of the way. SWIM's mind wrestled to come up with the correct way to communicate to H exactly what it was he needed. Bear in mind that SWIM still feels extremely detached from himself, as if he is on auto-pilot, and maintaining a single though process was very difficult. This is about 3-3.5 minutes into the trip. I am struggling to find a way to convey to H his desire for a shelter, and at the same time his mind is battling to regain control over his cognitive abilities. H expresses his confusion as to what exactly it is SWIM desires. Focusing all his energy into one thought(must get to the bed), SWIM puts both his hands on H's shoulders(H has by this time stood up next to SWIM), stares H in the eyes, and says "can you take me somewhere dark, somewhere safe? I need to rest for a while". I know that he is going to be fine, but he doesn't want to worry H too much. H realizes what it is I want, and takes him to a bed, where SWIM lays down, and covers up his face, though he said several times "don't worry H, I'm not freaking out or anything, I'll be fine, I'm just alittle overwhelmed at the moment, this will pass", which greatly reassured H. Within 2 minutes, I felt much better, though he felt a tiny but of disassociativeness as well as mind slugishness for the next 20 minutes or so. A couple of bowls of MJ made SWIM feel much better that night. :smoker: H was amazed by the whole process, and tried without success to get something to happen, but couldn't stomache the smoke. I recently received an order of 10x extract, and is looking forward to repaying H with it. A couple of notes -When SWIM first came out his trance, it was as if he was waking up from a deep nap-he didn't know what was going on, where he was, anything like that. The feeling was accompanied by a very quick feeling of severe paranoia. The thought that I had been drugged, and that "someone had done this to him" crossed his mind briefly. -SWIM continually clapped/threaded his hands together in his effort to exercise controle/assume the first person with his physical body. Any other swiys experience that? PS-may add alittle more onto this///change some parts later one, i've been writing this for over an hour and I am getting pretty tired of telling me the story while I type it out, I'm not a fast typer . Later, apolagies for the long read, tried to keep it interesting.