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You make dxm sound appealing, hopefully I'll get to it one day. In the meantime I had another ketamine experience, this one very different from any other k experience I've had. It was about 8h into a mild acid trip, the acid seeming to make all the difference.
No more than 30 seconds into the 1st of 5 40mg doses, the african bush appeared. A black woman crying, being beaten and raped, seemingly by the guy whose eyes I'm looking through.
Having never seen people, let alone violence in my k holes, my response: "no I don't want this in my trip, what the bloodyfuck, stop it you cunts!"
The visual disappeared to be replaced by pure black, also unheard of in my k experiences. A question came from the blackness, "Well, what are you going to do about it?"
I thought about it for a bit, difficult, being high as fuck in a k hole. My eventual response was to say that I would prevent such actions occuring in my vicinity with any means at my disposal. That seemed to function as passing a test and the beautiful images flowed, first the most beautiful meditation glade then the ketamine machine, the giant cartoonish purple entity, and a cascade of more normal k images, though enhanced by the acid.
2nd 40mg dose brought more entities, the first resembled a floating brain, like an mri image with certain areas lit up. "Hi, i'm bill from pasadena" or something similar was communicated by it. Uh huh says I and walked on. I saw a circle of bigger brains maybe like octopi, didn't try to mess with those. Again followed by more normal k imagery, soothing forests and plants, what I've come to think of as placeholder k images, just filling in time between the more meaningful visuals.
3rd 40mg dose and images of a dude jumping out of a plane, bungee jumping, sitting with his pals on the top of a waterfall, his photo album basically, treasured memories, except it seemed I was seeing them through his eyes. Quick glimpses into other memories or brains followed. One was of a trucker driving at night, the image of designs on his leather wallet and his cigar clear as he drove thru the night sky somewhere in the flyover states by the feel. Other briefer ones followed. Fuck, am I ... reading other ppls memories or is this an illusion?
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