Citation: DepravedAddict. "Touching Death: An Experience with Datura (ID 23378)". Erowid.org. Apr 30, 2003. erowid.org/exp/23378
It was late August in 2002 when a friend called me to say he knew where we could get Datura. I was going to college in the fall and to this point had never tried a drug that got me high enough, and I had tried them all. My friends and I drove to this guys house and he showed us the plants. He said he had tried smoking the flowers, because his wife wouldnt let him smoke pot, and they gave him a very relaxing buzz. We collected about 100 flowers and returned to my friends house, which was more like a hippie commune. We decided to make tea because we wanted the full effects. We boiled the flowers in a mixture of lemon juice and water, (1pt. lemon juice, 2pts. water) knowing that the acid in lemon juice would extract the alkaloids we so desperatly wanted. Originally three of us were going take equal shares but one guy took one sip and said it tasted too bad to drink anymore. He was right, it tasted like a combination of lemon juice and nausea inducing bitterness that still turns my stomach to this day, but we managed to drink the half the pot each. 5 minutes later my stomach was making sounds that said to my brain 'you asshole your going kill us'. We decided to go into town (terrible idea) because we had tripped there many times on acid and no one was the wiser so we figured how bad could it be? Within 15 minutes of finishing the tea my other friend had wandered off and i was left alone in my living room with an overwhelming sense of confusion and despair. I tried to go to sleep hoping to avoid the intensly terrible experience i could feel coming on however it was much to late for that. I found myself with a desire to move around, to walk, as often happens to me when i trip, and soon i had given up on sleeping. I no longer felt despair but the confusion had massed to the point of delerium and I found myself continually walking into walls. Even though i could see them in front of me they did not register until long after i had crashed into them. At this point my memory of the experience becomes incredibly blurred. I remember bits and pieces such as falling down the stairs repeatedly, my father shaking me screaming 'what the fuck are you on', pulling up the road and playing with it like bread dough, pissing myself, and falling off my back porch and cracking my head open on the stone walkway. I woke up around 10 the next day, about 16 hours after initially ingesting the tea. My mind was still locked in a tripped out haze but i could think again. After inspecting myself i found i was drenched in sweat and urine and there was a trail of dried blood that ran down my face from the laceration in my skull that I sustained falling off the porch. The effects were still quite evident that day and I caught up with my buddy who had taken the other half of the tea. We walked around the streets and compared what we remembered of the experiences while still vividly hallucinating. The next two weeks were filled with hallucinations and a strange feeling of never quite reaching sobriety. Its now May 2003, 8 months later, and i still dont feel like i have reached total sobriety. I get trails off everything and can lay in bed and watch my ceiling move like a pit of snakes. Occasionally I still get vivid hallucinations. Having now done much more research on the subject I realise that I overdosed and probably should have been taken to a hospital, however im glad I wasnt because that would have scared the fuck out of me. In the end im glad I did it but I wouldnt reccomend it to anyone because the ease with which i could have died is frightening.
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