Citation: Emil. "Requiem: An Experience with Cannabis (exp49699)". Erowid.org. Mar 12, 2018. erowid.org/exp/49699
Some authors report suspicions that their cannabis has been 'laced' (adulterated), in some cases, presumably with PCP. While this is possible, readers should be aware that idiosyncratic response to the effects of cannabis (usually higher doses) can lead some users to presume their cannabis has been 'laced'. There is no way to know if the cannabis in the report below was adulterated or not. Reports of plant material and cannabis laced with powerful synthetic cannabinoids and other psychoactive substances became more common starting in 2007.]
I shared a blunt with about 5 people, by the time we were done, I began to notice this was COMPLETELY unlike the usual effects of marijuana, especially in such small dosage...my companions' voices were echoing and reverberating through the open space, and their limbs had become disjointed from their bodies...their faces were moving towards me even though they remained motionless. I bid them goodbye and left.
I noticed I couldn't quite retain control of my movements. I was swaying dramatically from side do side, bending over and springing up while I walked, and my knees and arms would continue to perform this strange sort of rotation even after I consciously stopped. It began getting worse: all sounds from the outside were phased out, and I could only hear the working of my internal organs as well as my joints grinding at the junctures. They began to arrange into this hellish industrial rhythm which I couldn't block out no matter how hard I tried...then I came to my first street crossing. Upon seeing the red traffic light, the theme from Mortal Kombat began blaring in my head at immense volume, there was nothing I could do about it, it was as if a radio had been switched on. When the light changed to green, it immediately changed to the Tetris theme. I had to gather all my concentration and focus on the task of crossing the street, it was like a matter of life and death to me. I had to look down at my feet because that way, my movements would speed up. The street around me changed to the interface of that ancient electronic ping-pong game...
As I kept walking forward, I tried to talk to myself or sing to block out the overwhelming beating of my heart. At one moment, the beginning of Mozart's Requiem became stuck in my mind, and that replaced the heart-techno as my recurring theme. Soon it mutated into a completely different composition. I walked to a small park and sat down, my head was beginning to spin out of control. I remember at one point the street around me fading out and seeing myself as walking through a grey corridor with doors on both sides, and being upset because there were no numbers on the door. Now when I was sitting on the bench, I felt like I had finally reached the 'Waiting Room' and was waiting for my 'Appointment'. The park assumed the look of one of the repetitive graphic patterns which upon closer inspection reveal a 3-D scene, and the Requiem was now louder than ever. I saw pigeons walking by me and as they would walk into my field of view I would begin to hear those horrible cooing sounds they make as well as their heartbeats, amplified thousandwise, in some sort of pigeon death-march or dirge. I was just being pulled further down, my sight was escaping me, soon, I was completely blind with only the orchestral sound in my head..I remember at one point actually leaning over the fence and vomiting.
After that, there is a short lapse, I remember getting up with the help of a sanitary worker and buying a hot dog and a candy bar at her advice to feel better. A strange thing happened with my taste perception, as well - it would disappear completely as soon as I would swallow the food. I got on the train...
A couple of seconds after the doors closed I actually began to believe in all sincerity that the train was taking me to Hell. The rhythmic sounds of the wheels and especially the screeching of the intercom resonated through my entire body with excruciating pain. I thought that by breathing deeply and looking up at the ceiling I would be able to avoid the vomit spasms, but little did I know. I spent the rest of the train ride cowering in the corner crying, some nice gentleman handed me a pack of tissues...in that moment I actually regained some trust in society.
I really remember nothing about getting home, only that I fell asleep as soon as I did and slept until 1:40 pm the next day.
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