Party Vibe

My cat was at a party last night with some friends who he had not seen for about a year. He started off drinking a few pints of cider and was feeling pretty drunk. My cat’s friend, who’s house they were in, has a hot-tub and as everyone was having a really good time, it seemed like a good idea to get in. They were passing around a bottle of cider and all had glasses of whisky and were just sitting around and chatting. The conversation eventually got onto weed and one of the guys that my cat had not met before mentioned that he had some in his jacket pocket, so my cat grabbed his papers and they went upstairs to roll a joint. They eventually managed to roll one, it was pretty difficult because they were so drunk at this point, and went down to the bottom of the garden to smoke it.

As soon as my cat took a toke, he felt it have an effect on him, this was probably the strongest weed he had ever smoked, he felt amazing. Him and his new friend stood and chatted for a while. This is the point where my cat’s memory starts to fade. From what he can remember, they went back to the hot-tub, but he isn’t sure about that. What he is sure of is that he started tripping really hard. Everything changed, but stayed the same. And he started really worrying about, and analysing, where he was which is when he realised that he was ‘trapped’. In his mind, he knew that if he didn’t fight to get out he would never leave and he would be here forever. All of this happened in and around the hot-tub where everyone else was, but he was sure that they didn’t want him to leave and were trying to do everything they could to keep him in this place forever.

It then gets a little bit hazy. After getting out of the hot-tub, he thinks he remembers trying to physically break this world so that he could escape. Next thing he knew, he was sitting in a chair with people from the real world trying to help him escape. He tried to focus on these voices because he knew the clearer they were the easier it would be to get out. He remembers trying to physically move to get out of the world, but either he was being held down by people in the real world or he was experiencing some ketamine like effects.

He now thinks it was definitely more like a ketamine trip, because after nearly making it back to the real world, he fell into some kind of auditory echo whirlpool. The only was he can describe this is as a massive bowl that was constantly moving, affected by the voices which were echoing and looping really loudly, that his consciousness had fallen into. When he was in this whirlpool, he could see the outside of it and it was like nothing he had ever seen before, full of colours and faces. At first he was enjoying it, but he started to panic that it would never end and this would be his eternity.

Faced with being in this state forever, he felt he needed to do something to get out. Now in normal life, my cat is an atheist, but he is sure that he either communicated very deeply with himself or felt like he talked to some kind of deity and convinced himself that he was being punished. Is this what hell feels like? So my cat tried to reason with either himself (who logically, he knows is the one in control of the trip) or god (who logically, he doesn’t believe exists) about ending this. This conversation/argument seemed to go on forever and round in circles, and mainly focussed on my cat’s use of drugs and atheism.

He doesn’t even know what happened after this, all he remembers is regaining some sort of consciousness, but no physical ability to move, in the toilet with two paramedics that his friends had called. He doesn’t think that the weed was having any kind of affect at this point, he was just absolutely hammered beyond what he has ever been before. He remembers trying to give them the information that they take (name, age, etc.), particularly the name and number of his parents who the paramedics asked to come and pick him up and take him home. Time seemed to pass a lot quicker than it had been and once his parents arrived he was dragged to his dad’s car and put in the seat.

That is all he remembers up until this morning when he woke with a cracking headache. Obviously the alcohol had a huge effect on the trip because this is like no cannabis experience he has ever had before. He thinks that it was the strength of the weed, plus the amount of time (probably 2/3 months) that he hasn’t smoked for, and the unxepectedness of the whole trip that made it so intense. As scary as it was at the time, mainly due to the eternity it all seemed to last for, he actually found it quite enjoyable (bar the paramedics) and wouldn’t mind repeating it.

He feels like this trip and the experiences within it, particularly from the conversation he had, could possibly have been a warning from his body to stop using drugs or to think again about his atheism. The eternity thing could have been a warning, firstly of an eternity in hell, or secondly that the drugs are doing things in my body and mind that will be there forever.