It was at the beginning of this year, I was living in the house i shared with my friends at uni, and we would have big smoke sessions probably once a week. We kept talking about the idea of making brownies, and decided we'd definately do it someday soon. One day whilst out food shopping, we saw a "ready-made" brownie mix and decided to give it a try that night.
We picked up an eighth of bud, and set about making the brownies. We looked it up on the net, but all the recipies seemed to involve making butter or using hash, so we just decided to grind up the bud into a fine powder and mix it into the brownie mix. We added the eggs and water, and mixed it all together as well as we could.
Whilst waiting for the brownies to cook, we all had a few drinks, and so before eating we were feeling the effects of the alcohol.
I think we cut the final cake into about 16 pieces, to share between 5 of us. We had 2 brownies each and waited for the high to kick in (we knew it would take up to an hour). After about 15 minutes, I joked with my mate that this was only 10% of how high we're going to get tonight. As time passed we drank some more and watched tv with the sound down and music blaring. I kept updating my friends.. 20%... 30%...! We all felt a little stoned after half an hour, but not incredibly. It also felt like a different kind of high, like a slow-building, constant high... not the initial rush of smoking followed by the usual after-effects.
So anyway, we decided to eat one more cake each. The cakes themselves by the way tasted alright, but you could REALLY taste and smell the bud. We were quite stoned by this point tho so that didnt seem to matter, but i remember it took a bit of effort to get through them!
We got to about 40 minutes in, and all of us were realising that we were very stoned. Conversations started leading nowhere, trivial things were oh so funny.. it was like those first times getting high all over again. I could feel that this was no way near the limit of how stoned we'd be, it just kept building and I remember kind of physically preparing myself for the high. This gradual process was nice in that respect, it didnt hit us straight away like other drugs might, so we had time to get used to it.
I think the last time i looked at my watch we were 50 minutes in, and all of us were off in our own little worlds. Conversation had dulled, and the music was incredibly intense. The events that followed are hazy, but I remember certain things.
I somehow made it to my friends room downstairs, where he was sitting on his chair completely buzzing. I don't remember what we said. I sat on his bed and remember staring at a cup on his bedside table with a skeleton face on it, that we'd got for a halloween party. It was the scariest thing but i just couldn't move!! i could hear my friend outside his room in the hall, wandering about and saying stuff to others, but it was indistinct. It all felt like a movie, and one thing I knew was that I was definitely enjoying it. He kept coming into his room, and was completely tripping out. He was saying if god gets him through tonight, he'd never touch weed again (he did
). It was crazy. He picked up his monitor at one point and shook it. Out whole house was like another world.Elsewhere, another of my friends had managed to get upstairs where he stayed for the night. The next day, he told us he spent most of the night trying to get off his bed to write a note to everyone, as he was convinced he wouldnt make it out of this alive, it was that intense.
I'm not sure how long i was on my friends bed, probably an hour but it seemed like 5. The next thing i remember was being on the stairs, slowly making my way up. It was like climbing a mountain, who knows how long it took. When i got upstairs, i remember seeing someone in the bathroom and talking to them, but i dont know who it was or what was said. There might not have been anyone there at all!
I eventually got to my room, and it was here that i started fully appreciating the high. I laid on my bed and it felt so intense, the room was a blur except for the narrow viewpoint that my eyes fixed on. Wherever i looked, the things around that point were blurred. The most memberable experience was visual. With my eyes closed, I was seeing things from my childhood in extremely close detail, almost at microscopic level. In particular, i remember seeing the blue and white checked pattern that was the girls school uniform when i was about 8, at high detail (like the weave of the cotton, and the twisted strands of cotton themselves). And lots of other indistinct visions that seemed to be zoomed in and made out of kind-of crystals. I felt like i was seeing things at the level of their most basic building blocks.
The rest is a blur, i know lots of other stuff happened in between but i can't remember. It took us pretty much all of the following day to recover, I think we felt stoned for the next day or two. It was definitely a unique and very powerful experience, and one which I'd be apprehensive to repeat. But it was good fun
