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[IdleRich]

Proper Philip K Dick thoughts...

 

[Murphy]

I experienced a really intense one after spending a night on ket. It felt as though the world had been replaced by a perfect copy once I entered my mate's house and as I left I was walking back out into something simultaneously alien and familiar. The feeling didn't wear off for a good few hours and nobody being around only intensified it. It was as though I'd been shrunk and dropped into an exact replica or something.

Disassociating on K can be unworldly. Had it nearly every time, most of them like this. Add space-time warping unlike any other drug experience, being in 2 places concurrently, space-time going 2D and black/white. Can’t say I really miss it, whereas other compounds I’d definitely imbibe again.

@IdleRich one of the theories about PKD was dissociative personality, ie the metal Satan face in the sky.

 

[IdleRich]

Something was certainly going on with him... but you know the story I mean in which he thought that his house had been replaced by another identical house, except they'd make a mistake and it was the wrong type of light switch in the bathroom or something, so he knew he'd been tricked by the FBI/aliens into living in their spy house.
Ketamine for me has a threshold(!) where it changes from a party drug to a psychedelic thing. Not that keen on either aspect really.

 

[version]

I loved ket.

 

[IdleRich]

But she never loved you?

 

[version]

I didn't like the messy, k-hole thing though. I just liked doing lots of it in small doses over a long period of time, so you felt like you were in a dream.

 

[luka]

Never done it

 

[IdleRich]

I didn't like the messy, k-hole thing though. I just liked doing a lots of it in small doses over a long period of time, so you felt like you were in a dream.

Small doses also good for dancing.

 

[catalog]

I had a heavy k experience a few years ago. I was working a tent in a festival and caught three kids in a corner racking lines. I jokingly said, oh, you'll have to give me some. And they were like, fine. The night before I'd been doing dabs and felt nothing so I took a big pinch this time but almost as soon as I took it I could tell it was too much. Even the guys were like, that's a lot mate. I went outside the tent and found the guys I was working for and told them what I'd done and then the field just fell out from under me, couldn't walk straight etc. One of the other workers walked me round to the van and they put me in the front, closed the door, went back to work. I was fine, lying there, but seeing all these red fire streams and then occasionally could hear voices talking about me. This guy I just met that day opened the door and was like, come on, your fine and I couldn't have him touch me. I was seeing a sort of fiery volcano stream thing underneath me. It started wearing off and I could hear music, rhythm and gash was on, then eventually I could get out the van and go back in the tent. They were all taking thd piss, announcing on thd mic that they would have to close cos someone had killed me and then we had a bit of a dance, packed up, went to the tents. The next night I got offered cjanga by some strangers from Guilford on top of a van but I was too shook from the night before to have it and I've often wondered whether I should've done it.