my PCP experience was not fun and i would never want to repeat it.
first of all, i didn't know it was coming. i found a joint, and stupid me, i smoked the whole thing while walking home from work.
20 minutes later i was sitting on my bed with no idea what was going on. i had a hard time thinking, and i kept asking myself "is this what it feels like to be stoned?"
finally i decided something was wrong, and i started to panic. it was 3am but i woke up my housemate because i knew i needed help.
it took maybe an hour and a half to come back to reality. i remember vomiting a lot. i remember being really freaked out by the sound of trains, because i was certain we didn't live anywhere near a train track (we did). and i remember being extremely afraid of a small door in my housemate's room which i had never noticed before.
but my primary thought which i kept coming back to was a vision of a cartoon deer that had eaten poisonous mushrooms, and lay on the forest floor writhing and hallucinating as it died, utterly terrified and confused. i don't know how many times my housemate tried to convince me i was not that deer...
i was physically never out of control, but only because i had someone there to help me through it. i've done lots of acid and mushrooms in my days, but this was nothing like it at all. it felt so alien, so unnatural. i've never been so frightened in my life.
that was 5 years ago and i've not so much as smoked a bowl since then!
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