SMOKE LOG

[melodious fellow]

Hopefully this will catch on and we can compile enough data to have a readily available list of effects and experiences by strain, etc. If you feel like it, just fill these in during/after sessions. I'll start. (this one isn't super interesting, but I will use it as an example.


1. What (strain, amount, method of consumption): .5g, regular mids (unfortunately did not get to microwave or bake first), using brand new 7 inch bong.

2. Setting (time, location, company+activities): midnight, in my room, alone, after a large meal, playing on these forums.

3. Experience (strange sensations, thoughts, how long until effects noticed, duration, etc.): effects very mild (i smoked earlier in the day + my tolerance), used mainly to induce sleep, fascination with stupid posts, went to sleep an hour later.

thank you all for contributing to science. peace

melodious fellow Reviewed by melodious fellow on 10-03-2007. SMOKE LOG Hopefully this will catch on and we can compile enough data to have a readily available list of effects and experiences by strain, etc. If you feel like it, just fill these in during/after sessions. I'll start. (this one isn't super interesting, but I will use it as an example. 1. What (strain, amount, method of consumption): .5g, regular mids (unfortunately did not get to microwave or bake first), using brand new 7 inch bong. 2. Setting (time, location, company+activities): Rating: 5

[melodious fellow]

so glad to see everyone decided to hep out.

ill do 2 entries today, then. todays (Ill do second) .... and one from the past that was very interesting. (Ill do now)

What: .5g seedless kb (estimated what my share was, I think we packed at least 1g), through small dr. suess bowl.

Setting: driving around in a car, around campus between classes, with gorgeous psychedelic mess girl. Some day between march-april 2007:

Experience: This was when I had only been smoking two or three times a week, for a month or so.... my tolerance was pretty low. So i smoked with my usual smoke buddy, a gorgeous, psychedelic-mess of a chic, before psychology class.
Well when I arrived at class, I could no longer distinguish between my thoughts and my speech. "Did I just say that out loud, or did I just think it in my head?" Is what I found myself asking people all class period. And it was just so fucking funny. And everyone in the class was laughing so hard too, it seemed like. Such good times, i think.

peace :thumbsup:

[Coelho]

Ill help ya... ive lots of smoke logs... written somewhere... mainly from the times i was a begginer, so there are some interesting descriptions of the effects... but i must find it... as its hidden somewhere... when i find it, i will post it here.
Anyway, i think its a very good idea for a thread, and i hope other people post here also. :thumbsup:

[estoner420]

what- alot of vaped weed leftovers mids
setting- my bathroom with waterfall and kottonmouth kings
experience- im actually feelin really good. totally functionable high. lazy but hyper dont know how to explain it and it feels like someone is bangin on the walls of my skull

[greg23]

Iâ??ll do one. This was one of the best highs I ever had. Was a few years ago, but never forgot it.

What: It was regular mids. I donâ??t remember how much I smoked. Smoked out of a glass bowl which has since broke.

Setting: It was a late Saturday night. Was just me and my ex. was watching Requiem for a Dream.

Experience: Within ten minutes I started feeling like static all around me. Later on I would feel nothing where I use to feel the couch. When I close my eyes I became disassociated with reality. Its like I no longer exists in a physical form. As I focused more intensely I became nothingness, but something. Itâ??s hard to explain, like I am dark matter in space. Everything in reality doesnâ??t exist. I am now nothing so I think how do I prove I am something. How do I prove I actually exist and the world actually exists? I am no longer in that normal reality so I canâ??t prove that it ever happened. It was all a trick, a form of control. Kind of like the Matrix, but it wasnâ??t a Matrix like in the movie. There was no other physical being control reality. It wasnâ??t a god either. It was something that wasnâ??t conscious of itself or its power. It felt like that multi-universe theory. That we donâ??t make choices, everything that can happen dose happen in some parallel universe. Our reality only lasts until we play out the so called choice that revolves around our existence. What we remember never happened to us. It happened to another form of us. Thatâ??s until I open my eyes and realize I am just sitting in my shitty apartment. The intensity of the high only lasted about an hour and a half. Never could get that kind of high since.

[melodious fellow]

Thanks for the replies. It would be great to really keep a thread like this going, as it could be very informative, especially for newbies wondering "what to expect" or "was my high normal"

Anyway, after browsing a few threads today, I have deemed the issue of tolerance important for this journal. In my logs, I will include details regarding my tolerance (how often i blaze, the amount and quality, and most importantly, how long has it been since i last blazed? I guess this will fall under the "setting" category.

1. What- 1/8 of quality mids (half of which were decarboxylated at 200F for 5 min) I honestly do not remember how i smoked most of the 1/8 (only this past saturday, so i must have been blitzed!)

2. Setting- beginning at a good friend's house who i hadn't seen in a bit. hit 3 or 4 bowls at least. i think maybe a shot or 2 of moonshine. Then we went out to this really old, historic civil war-ish plantation to fish and smoke more. Regarding tolerance, this was saturday morn. I had smoked prolly 2 grams throughout fri-day/night

3. Experience- things were pretty normal until we arrived at the plantation. imagine this: we are the only people around, with nearly 100 acres of swampland and nature and water. there are these trippy little ramps (well they look like water ski ramps) in the middle of various ponds, where the alligators can crawl up and sun themselves. gators everywhere. after some unsuccessful fishing, we walked out on this pier/dock to blaze. the dock is all tilted at some weird angle which is already pretty nifty. the weather was perfect, no bugs around. so we just stretched out on the dock, passing a jay and staring at the clouds. it was so relaxing and peaceful to be high, that far away from civilization.
nothing too psychedelic, just extreme contentment, as well as cool bonding with a friend, the kind of bonding ya don't get while sober. i came home, had a few more hits, and passed out until dinnertime

peace
3. Experience

[Myself]

What : Northernberry, 3g, bubbler

Setting : Last friday, my place, just chilling with a homie watching some ATHF

Experience : I killed the bowl...what I had smoked, could have been passed between me and him a couple times (I'm big) But I burned through the rest of the weed in the bubbler and exhaled the biggest cloud of smoke i've seen just using my bubbler.

But as soon as the last wisp of smoke left my lips, my vision went nuts. I started seeing little crackles of lighting everywhere and my perception was way off. I was calm about it, but I kept knocking shit over, and not holding shit right (I was holding onto my bubbler and tilted some nasty resin juice onto my lap.) on top of all this, everything seemed like it was shaking apart. I think I had some kind of "auditory hallucination". I was also hearing this really deep rumbling sound and it didn't stop until my vision went back to normal.

[Myself]

What : Northern-berry, 3g, bubbler

Setting : Last Friday, my place, just chilling with a homie watching some ATHF

Experience : I killed the bowl...what I had smoked, could have been passed between me and him a couple times (I'm big) But I burned through the rest of the weed in the bubbler and exhaled the biggest cloud of smoke I've seen just using my bubbler.

But as soon as the last wisp of smoke left my lips, my vision went nuts. I started seeing little crackles of lighting everywhere and my perception was way off. I was calm about it, but I kept knocking shit over, and not holding shit right (I was holding onto my bubbler and tilted some nasty resin juice onto my lap.) on top of all this, everything seemed like it was shaking apart. I think I had some kind of "auditory hallucination". I was also hearing this really deep rumbling sound and it didn't stop until my vision went back to normal.


I haven't really been the same since then either. But it should all work out in the end :stoned:

[melodious fellow]

i totally do not mean to worry you or anything, but long-term use of cannabis has been associated with schizophrenic-like symptoms in some individuals. it is rare, however, the reason i brought it up is because auditory hallucinations are one of the top symptoms of early schizophrenia, or at least schizo type symptoms.

usually though, if a drug is going to activate some dormant trait towards a disorder like that, it would begin to develop in the first few weeks or months of using. so assuming you have been toking longer than a few months, you are fine. just thought i would share though, as i was grateful to be informed of this by an abnormal psych professor.
thanks for helping out my log!
peace

[Shinmyoken]

WHAT: A bowl or 2 of Purple Haze in a pipe (Hell yeah)
SETTING: Alone in my room, sometime in March. (Note: My tolerance was very low as I had just started smoking the previous week.)
EXPERIENCE: This was the most spiritual high I've ever had. It began as I started cruisin the web and listened to some cool music. After a few minutes of this the high had taken full effect and I decided to listen to some piano music. I chose "Memories of Lightwaves" from Final Fantasy X-2.

I closed my eyes, laid back, and listened to this heavenly sounding music. It was so amazing and it fucking flowed through and invigorated my being. During the build up near the end, there was a crazy harmonizing part that made me envision each note as an entire galaxy filled with life. Each galaxy of life was a note that went from birth to death in a fraction of a second. So that made me view my entire life (and the lives of everyone who ever lived and will ever live on earth) as nothing but a pretty sounding note that was a part of a beautiful harmony of music that resonates across the universe.

It sent chills not only up my spine, but throughout my body and I lifted my arms to the sky and yelled, "Yes! Yes!" over and over as tears streamed down my face. The most beautiful experience of my life so far.

Purple Haze! FTW!