Citation: PluPlu. "Oblivion in the Worst Possible Sense: An Experience with Datura (exp807)". Erowid.org. Aug 4, 2000. erowid.org/exp/807
I was with my boyfriend and two of his semi-outlaw friends in a motel room when I was told we were going to try jimsonweed. I had absolutely no idea what to expect, but anticipated we might get a mild buzz from it.
One of the friends prepared a tea, using hot tap water and chopped-up stems of the plant, heavily laced with sugar to cut down on the bitterness. He poured us each a glass, and told us to drink it as fast as possible. I understood what he was talking about, because after I drank the first swallow, it felt like my throat was clamping shut and didn't want to let me drink. I managed to drink about 8 oz. of the tea.
The effects came on quick--10 minutes or less. My memories of what happened are spotty. The first thing I remember was standing up to make a trip to the bathroom, and finding that my legs seemed rooted to the ground, feet heavy as lead. I don't know if I was eventually able to walk, or whether I gave up and sat back down.
As another person has reported here, datura is a delusional drug rather than a hallucinatory one. You don't see patterns, trails, or any cool visual effects; you just actually believe in things that aren't there. I remember sitting on the bed, playing with a pearl necklace, then suddenly realizing there was no necklace there. I remember holding a glass for a while--but when I raised it to my mouth to take a drink, my fingers closed around nothingness because there was no glass there.
Apparently, eventually my boyfriend and I left the motel, drove to a fast food place to get a snack, then he took me home. I remember none of that. My boyfriend said that when he asked me what drink I wanted at the burger place, I argued with him insensibly about it.
I do remember coming home, making it to the living room, then managing to get to the couch to lie down. My mother was there and apparently I said something incomprehensible to her before I crashed. It's the only time I can remember in my drug-taking career when I wasn't able to fake being straight. Several hours later I was able to function somewhat normally, at least until bedtime when I could sleep off the rest of the drug.
Using datura is the closest I've ever come to death. I believe it was trying to shut down my nervous system. Although I was walking around, my mind was unconscious. There was nothing fun about it--no euphoria, no beauty, no cool rushes, no socializing. Just leadenness and isolation and unconsciousness. Of all the drugs I've taken, this is the one that I'd be too scared to ever take again.
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