Oh man, I think it’s a fantastic and intense single digit minute experience.
My first time I turned into a big red and white circus tent. The stretching out I experienced was fucking crazy, and I screamed in laughter and horror. It was wild.
I can understand it not being someone’s cup of tea, but the hysterical laughter has been in every salvia trip I’ve done.
It’s a reference to Tool’s “Rosetta Stoned”. Its protagonist tells a wild story how on a drug trip he met some wise aliens who shared some very important message with him. But sadly he forgot his pen, so he couldn’t write it down, and forgot all. Consequently, like your partner, he came back pretty pissed off (or soiled, you might say).
But hey, getting secret alien knowledge on how to play the flute is still a positive, so good for your guy.
Interesting. I will check it out. ST: TNG is the only Star Trek I’ve enjoyed, and I have watched only a few full episodes, like a century ago, so I was gearing for a rewatch anyway.
Well, that was a good watch, and I definitely hadn’t watched this exact one! Thanks, internet stranger, you might have just rekindled my love of TNG. Now, on to some other episodes, this time in order.
It’s a great episode and late in the show - I’d suggest don’t skip to it. IIRC it’s an episode that will hit harder if you have seen everything that led up to that point. (Which will make sense when you see it.)
I had no hallucinations - they may have been inhibited by my absolute panic.
It was a very long time ago for me but from what I can recall -
I felt immediately mostly disconnected from my body, and like I was constantly falling or about to fall. I essentially laid there starfished on the bed telling myself over and over that it was supposed to be really short and wondering if I’d just killed myself until it passed, then got up and decided I’d never touch that shit again.
Oh man, I think it’s a fantastic and intense single digit minute experience.
My first time I turned into a big red and white circus tent. The stretching out I experienced was fucking crazy, and I screamed in laughter and horror. It was wild.
I can understand it not being someone’s cup of tea, but the hysterical laughter has been in every salvia trip I’ve done.
whoa! that’s funny – once I turned into a ferris wheel! I thought that was just a me thing, but circus tent sounds poetically close to my experience.
That same time though, my partner had a maybe too-intense time, meeting wise aliens and disappointedly coming back to this stupid life.
Did he also happen to forget his pen?
I feel like I’m missing a reference to something…
But here’s one for ya: he came back suddenly knowing how to play the flute.
It’s a reference to Tool’s “Rosetta Stoned”. Its protagonist tells a wild story how on a drug trip he met some wise aliens who shared some very important message with him. But sadly he forgot his pen, so he couldn’t write it down, and forgot all. Consequently, like your partner, he came back pretty pissed off (or soiled, you might say).
But hey, getting secret alien knowledge on how to play the flute is still a positive, so good for your guy.
lol, nice. I’ll have to listen to that song… I got into their earlier stuff when it came out.
The flute was a reference to a ST:TNG episode, “Inner Light.” Kind of a classic… I won’t spoil it in case you watch it!
Interesting. I will check it out. ST: TNG is the only Star Trek I’ve enjoyed, and I have watched only a few full episodes, like a century ago, so I was gearing for a rewatch anyway.
Awesome!! Let me know what you think!
Well, that was a good watch, and I definitely hadn’t watched this exact one! Thanks, internet stranger, you might have just rekindled my love of TNG. Now, on to some other episodes, this time in order.
It’s a great episode and late in the show - I’d suggest don’t skip to it. IIRC it’s an episode that will hit harder if you have seen everything that led up to that point. (Which will make sense when you see it.)
I had no hallucinations - they may have been inhibited by my absolute panic.
It was a very long time ago for me but from what I can recall -
I felt immediately mostly disconnected from my body, and like I was constantly falling or about to fall. I essentially laid there starfished on the bed telling myself over and over that it was supposed to be really short and wondering if I’d just killed myself until it passed, then got up and decided I’d never touch that shit again.