Citation: Todd. "The End of the World Behind an Eyelid: experience with Cannabis & Hydrocodone (ID 34283)". Erowid.org. Jul 5, 2007. erowid.org/exp/34283
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This particular experience blessed me about a week ago. I had just recently gotten my wisdom teeth out and had a plethora of Maxidone (vicodin) painkillers remaining. I decided to take a little more than the recommended dosage and see where it left me.
At about ten o' clock at night I dropped three Maxidones, 2 is the recommended dosage for 'high' pain, and waited for them to kick in. As I had not eaten for a few hours, the effects hit me pretty quickly. After about twenty minutes my limbs took on a numbing sensation, something I can equate to weightlifting for a prolonged period of time. The feeling worked its way up my legs into my torso and finally, after about a half an hour, I was beginning to have a hard time reading the font on my computer screen. Words blurred together and the music I was listening to began to take on a relaxing hum. About an hour after ingestion the effects were peaking, and I was having a tough time concentrating my eyes on things that required attention to detail. I stood up and observed a sort of floating sensation, then the feeling that I was going to fall over. I steadied myself and thought that it would be a good time to try out some spectacular bud I had recently purchased.
I hobbled to my bedroom (the rest of my family was fast asleep upstairs) and pulled out my pipe and my stash. By now I was having a moderately tough time moving in coordinated strides, something I'm not usually used to in that I've played football for six years now. I faught what I could then bobbed my way outside. The pot was covered in white crystals that I was actually afraid was cocaine or pcp at first, but my long-time dealer told me it was just loaded with thc. Indeed, it was. In two years of smoking I had never seen such dank material.
I loaded a moderate bowl, and in a haze smoked it in deep, prolonged hits. Usually I cough a bit when smoking, as I don't smoke more than twice a week, but I've figured that the codeine in my system laid back my cough reflex. The effects came almost immediately, and I felt that if I didn't get back to my room fast I was going to fall over and not get back up. I walked - more disoriented and slower than ever - back to my room and waited for the herb to peak. It didn't take long.
Let me say now that the marijuana I smoked that day will never be beat by anything I will ever smoke again. It was gorgeous. I put on some 'Thirteenth Step' by A Perfect Circle and just disappeared into a haze of nothingness. My body floated around a void that circled into a drain, I felt like I was being tugged into a black hole from which there was no escape.
However, I feared nothing. I opened my eyes, seeing my ceiling as never before. I was actually on the ceiling now, the fan above me spinning below me. Somehow gravity had shifted during the past few moments and I was floating. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed a mass of spiraling textures and suddenly darkness. A child walked across a plain behind my eyelids and sat on a swing, beginning to rock back and forth. The music determined his rhythm. I began to drift again, simply a human brain being taken through a tour of the universe.
I started to hear voices, something I contribute to the hydrocodone, in that when I get relaxed while using opiates I usually hallucinate, somewhat, voices. I opened my eyes. Nothing. It was complete darkness, my life had ended but my brain and mind had somehow prevailed, living together in what was left of the universe. I saw how it ended, a massive explosion beginning with a large star and evaporating everything in the supernova's path. I opened my eyes. A clock on my right told me that it was now two thirty in the morning; my high had taken up almost five hours of my life, something that seemed to take mere seconds. I sat up, the vicodin reminding me that using a machine now would not be a good idea and laid back down. The music drifted on, and I drifted off.
I had a vivid dream about aliens visiting our planet, offering peace that night. I woke up very well rested, however a bit groggy and unmotivated. I spent the rest of the day watching movies and going over the night before. I'll never forget that night.
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