DOSE:	40 seeds	oral	Datura
		oral	Alcohol

BODY WEIGHT:

180 lb

I was with a friend drinking the tall can we had managed to come with enough for. Pushing a shopping cart because I was too lazy too carry my bags. He pulls out a pill bottle and says hey my friend gave me these seeds says they'll make you trip out. I was like fuck yea. There was about 80 seeds in the pill bottle. We both took half. About 40 seeds each. We were on our way to the shelter. I had no idea what I was in for.

I couldn't eat when I got to the shelter and I was too drunk dreamy to play chess so I just layed down. Next thing you know I'm up again and talking to my friend. Apparently, I was annoying. As there was actually no one there, as I realized when they woke me up. This happened about 3 more times before they said fuck it if you fall back asleep we're calling the cops. You know, I tried to tell them I was high on acid, because I had no other experiences or information to compare it too. I was 100% convinced that it was illegal to arrest someone high on acid because of the possible effects to their consciousness. I was also convinced that they were supposed to put me into a padded room, where I would be visited by nurses that would look like angles, lol.

Instead, I ended up in a jail cell. Of course, that wasn't the end of the trip. From what I remember, there was an elephant on the toilet. He was purple and friendly in nature. I have now come to recognize him as the Hindu deity Ganesh who you're supposed to worship before doing any world spiritual or religious activity. He did just that. As I was in a jail cell, so you can only imagine what kind of things I saw. There was people walking through the walls, grudge girls, there was terrorists taking over the jail. They seemed to have killed everyone else. The guards were dead. The new guards were their wives. Who's heads were covered in Saris.

I tried my best with broken sign language and broken Japanese to communicate to them that I would take them to a safe place though the garbage shoot, I would give them a better life. It was futile. They did however remove their saris' to show their disfigured, obviously tortured faces. The terrorists had my friends, who had been shot multiple times but apparently didn't die, lol, who were tasked with carrying the garbage bags, of presumably the dead cops and the people who weren't able to survive. There was blood everywhere. It isn't for the faint of heart.

The visions were intense , and basically speaking, I'm pretty sure that anything is now possible, and that I'm ready for anything. I mean, that was pretty cool. I had of course, the knowledge of psychedelics to know that it couldn't be real. It couldn't be real but it was pretty real. Who knows? There is a theory called the Omniverse, in which if you imagine a universe it exists, so there are billions and billions of universes. There was people from my experiences in the city where I was living, who were there. I wonder now if their consciousness and mine were linked because the next day I was half way to going and rummaging through the garbage bins of the jail. The friends who had been there, in the spirit realm, said they knew about the garbage bags, so I have to wonder.

Of course, they were all on drugs irl, and possibly schizophrenic, but perhaps that's just another door? I also went the next day to talk to the commanding officer and chief to explain the hazards of putting someone in a jail cell. Continuing on now, and going with the possibility at this point, that it was possibly real, I had decided I had to save the day. There was a women who was dressed like peter pan, she carried a bow and arrow. I used the bow and arrow to try and trip the lasers which would prevent me from escaping once, I had somehow managed to break down the door. I tried, I karate kicked that door so many times. I would love to be given a tape of my time spent in that tiny little jail cell because I'm sure it would be remarkable.

I decided to sit down and talk to the elephant, who was great at conversing, or at least to listening to me babble trying to entertain myself, because seemed to understand the situation better than I did. There was no choice at the end of it. It was that or allow my crazy brain to imagine more horrible things through the crack in the jail cell door, or talk to the elephant. I remember at the end of the trip, they had brought in guillotine doors, meaning that my hand was going to get chopped, so I assume that was probably a smart move. The positive things were that my friends head was also in the top of the toilet, it was like a fishbowl. I really wish that they had put me into a hospital so I could channel the consciousness of angles. I would do it again.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 109074
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 19
Published: Aug 11, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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