DOSE:

10 seeds

oral

H.B. Woodrose

(ground / crushed)

BODY WEIGHT:

63 kg

Method of consumption: Seeds were ground up and put in a bottle of water. After completing this short process, I drank the mixture.
Setting: A village in Israel, in the countryside.
Start time of trip: Mixture was consumed at 6:30 PM. I started to feel the physical effects at 7:30 PM, and the mental effects at around 8- 8:30 PM.
Peak: 10:30 PM, approximately.
Comedown: 12:00 PM, midnight
Completely sober: 2:00 AM the next morning

Note: I've only tripped twice before, both times with 7 seeds. There is a huge difference between 7 seeds and 10 seeds. Anyway, on to the trip report...

I went to my friend's village out in the countryside; I planned to take 10 Hawaiian Baby Woodrose seeds there. I arrived at his house and we played some video games and talked for a while. At about 6:30 PM, I crushed 10 seeds wrapped in a paper towel, with a hammer. I transferred the crushed up seeds into a bottle of tap water, and shook the bottle a few times. I quickly drank the mixture, fighting off mild nausea from the taste of the seeds. I took a sip of strawberry lemonade right after, to rid my mouth of the horrible taste.

I returned to my friend's room, and we hung out there for another 25 minutes. By about 7 PM, it was quite dark outside, so we decided to leave his house and go out into nature. He has a sort of valley near his house; near the highway. It wasn't an ideal setting, due to the lack of greenery in the location (Israel is very hot and dry, there isn't much grass). But there was a little man-made stream where we sat, which was quite peaceful.

My friend has also tripped twice on HBWR seeds. The first time, he took 7 seeds, fell asleep by accident, and had vivid dreams. The second time (again, with 7 seeds) was his last. He claimed that his trip had 'changed him' and that he was a different person after tripping, so he didn't want to touch those seeds ever again. After attempting to convince him, I reluctantly gave up. He agreed to be my 'trip sitter' and keep me company.

On the way to our tripping spot, my friend pulled out a vaporizer loaded with some sort of cannabis oil cartridge. He claimed it contained THC, but I had tried it in the past and felt nothing. He let me finish the rest of the oil in the cartridge, although I felt nothing except maybe a placebo effect. I threw the empty cartridge away.

We sat on the rocks by the man-made stream. I pulled out a cigar stub and lit it. At this time, I felt slight nausea and stomach pains, due to the natural toxins in the seeds. I chose a blues mix on YouTube, and sat back and thought about life while listening to the blues. When the cigar was finished; I threw it into the stream after taking one last puff.

At around 8:00, I started feeling the mental effects of the seeds. I began feeling depressed and physically uncomfortable. I thought about my future; things weren't going so well in school for me. I tried to lie down on the rocks, which helped slightly, although I was in an uncomfortable position. My friend was oblivious to my concerns about life as he scrolled through his Facebook feed. I shifted my position on the ground and tried to think positive thoughts. I told my friend to send some positive thoughts my way. He put on some uplifting music and we talked about the few pleasures in life. I don't remember much of what we talked about, but it seemed to cheer me up considerably.

Every 10 minutes or so, I felt the urge to urinate. On previous trips, I'd experienced this as well . I really felt nauseous at this point, so I tried to make myself vomit. I stuck a finger down my throat, but couldn't bring myself to throw up. Eventually I gave up and sat back down next to my friend.

At 8:30, or even 9:00, the seeds started to kick in. I felt like I had to physically stand up and cover my face with my hands, for some reason. I couldn't stop talking to my friend. I discuss the issues of life with him often, but this time I really opened up. I talked to him about girls, school, personal issues, and my future. He was less sociable, but he also talked about his life a bit. I talked to him about my philosophical beliefs, and about the meaninglessness of life, and about nihilism. He told me something he'd never told me before -- he had planned to commit suicide by jumping off the roof of a building. He started climbing the stairs to the roof, but when he got to the top, the door to the roof was locked. I told him I thought about the act of suicide often, but that I'd never actually do it, because I don't have the courage. He told me he didn't think about suicide much, but I suspected otherwise.

Now at this point, the time was around 10 PM. I was lying on the ground, digging my hands into the dirt, and picking up small rocks. I couldn't stop touching my face and head, and the muddy earth felt so refreshing. I couldn't stop smiling, for some reason. Every time I tried to display a normal facial expression, my lips curved up into a smile. I can't tell the reader exactly what happened between 10 PM and 11 PM, because I don't remember a thing. I just remember I was rambling about my thoughts on life and the universe.

Eventually at around 11 PM I decided that I was sober enough to return to my friend's house. We walked a bit, until my friend stopped at a dumpster at the side of the road. He said that people threw out perfectly good stuff on occasion, and he wanted to look through it. We found some old computer parts, brand new in the packaging. I couldn't focus on the goods, due to my state of mind. We decided to leave the parts and come back tomorrow to take them.

We arrived at his house at approximately 11:30 PM. His mother and sister were sleeping on the two couches in the living room, so my friend woke them up. I was not that hungry, but I felt like I needed to eat something. My friend gave me a piece of chicken and some fried potatoes, but I could barely eat because my mouth was completely dry. I gulped down water. I was still smiling uncontrollably. I went to the bathroom to urinate again. I looked at myself in the mirror. My pupils were huge. I felt a bit nauseous, but couldn't vomit. My friend suggested that I brush my teeth, but I had forgotten my toothbrush at home. So I put some toothpaste on my finger and ran it over my teeth, then washed my mouth out with water.

I was extremely tired at this point. I lay down on a couch in the living room. As I closed my eyes, strange geometric patterns and futuristic visions appeared. Swirling shapes and colors appeared on a backdrop of tiny pastel-colored squares and other similar shapes. My friend turned the TV on to an episode of 'Workaholics.' I watched the episode, but the movements and actions of the characters on screen felt foreign and awkward. I really wanted to sleep, but my friend insisted on one more episode. I just lay back and enjoyed the geometric visions. My body felt relaxed and calm. I couldn't stop touching my mouth, and running my tongue over my lips. I continued to smile uncontrollably.
At 12:00 PM, my friend turned out the lights.

I drifted into a restless sleep. I woke up at 1:00 AM with a mouth as dry as the desert. I went to the sink and filled a water bottle, and drank. I ran to the bathroom to urinate again. My pupils were less dilated, but still quite large. I was still tripping. I went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep. 'What if I never snap out of this trip?' I thought to myself. 'Could I live a normal life with this altered mindset?' My heart was racing and I felt very hot and sweaty. I tried to sleep, but I grabbed my phone and searched 'what if I never stop tripping' and 'does an acid trip always end.' I wasn't satisfied with the results, and I fell into a troubled sleep.

At 3:00 AM, I woke up again. I was back to normal. I felt very relieved. I drank some more water and went to the bathroom again. My pupils were not dilated. I needed to vomit but I successfully managed to hold it in. I went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I kept replaying the events of the night in my head. This drug was nothing to take lightly.
At 6:30 AM, I woke up, drank some water, and went back to bed.

That was my experience with 10 seeds. I never thought that such a small amount of seeds could produce a stunningly powerful psychedelic experience. I don't think I will ever do LSA again, but maybe someday...

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 111120
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 18
Published: Jun 17, 2018	Views: 736
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