Birds in my room, and I didn't care

I can make you a star.

Substances: Datura metel, Datura

Well, let me give you the disclaimer: I am a moron...okay...on with the show...

I live a good twenty miles or so out of civilization, through some beautiful countryside of south Tejas. I was with my dad's wife, returning from the airport in San Antonio, when something near a creek caught my eye. It was a plant with leaves darker than those around it, and it had trumpet shaped, light yellow flowers...even at 70 mph I knew I had found some Datura metel. I didn't say anything about it then, my dad's wife being incredibly ignorant, she just wouldn't understand.

It wasn't until the next day that I was taking a trip to town that I talked my dad into stopping so I could pick some pods. He's pretty open minded towards my exploring, which is really surprising, him being this severe conservative white collar buisness man. We stopped, and I started jumping up and down with joy once I saw how many plants surrounded the area. These were the first Datura plants I've seen in all of my two years of living in the area, so I was quite excited. I picked three green pods, a sprig of leaves, and a flower, which I hung from my dad's truck's rearview mirror. It smelled wonderful.

A few hours later, after taking care of some work that I know I couldn't have done under the influence of miss dat, I sliced open the first pod and emptied the seeds. Years before, when I had done D. Strammonium, I remembered we'd dry the seeds first. Me, being the typical moron, wanted to try fresh. I ate one pod's worth, since I know that dosage varies from plant to plant. I went horseback riding for awhile, to measure the effects. After a couple hours, I decided it would be safe to proceed. I emptied the other two pods and ate those spicy, shitty tasting seeds. I chewed them up well, deciding that the constituents could be released better once the seed had been disrupted.

Then I took a walk through the woods to my favorite spot, a place where I swear I've seen naked fairies dance on numerous psilo-occasions, and sat down. I decided to smoke the leaves that I'd flash cured in the microwave. I loaded the bowl and inhaled that harsh smoke. Ahh, just like I remembered. After a couple bowls, my vision began pulsating. My mouth was beginning to get dry, which seemed to annoy the hell out of me.

By now the first pod was kicking in, supported by the other two. I heard some music, and two people's voices. They were in love. I was looking at these two short trees that seemed to be kissing each other...it seemed as though they were in love. It was very touching...never did it occur to me that it wasn't happening. Gradually, the surrounding area seemed to take on the looks of an ancient woodland wedding, with arches made of vines and trees that seemed to be lined up around them. I looked at a persimmon tree next to me, and I saw the perfect female figure, naked, in the braches. I got a closer look, and something in my mind was talking to the tree, saying something like, I can make you a star.

I sat back down and this intense scenario dissappeared. Kinda heartbreaking. I think that around this time the smoked version wore off it's intensity. I decided I'd go home to put in an appearance for dinner, tho I wasn't hungry.

I got home and my dad asked me, well did it work? Then he looked at my dinner plate pupils and scared look on my face and laughed. I laid down on the cool tile of the kitchen, mostly because it felt good, and at the time, laying in everyone's way didn't bother me at all.

My dad asked me how the effects were, and I told him, dry mucous membranes (it was getting hard and painful to talk), tachychardia, delerium, severe hallucinations, etc. He asked if we should call the paramedics, and I managed to squeeze out a laugh. I told him not to worry, it's just as shitty yet interesting as I remembered.

I barely managed to eat, which was hell, then went up to my room to lay in the dark. This is where the real trip started. I'd shut my eyes, and all of a sudden be in a very vivid scenario, and as long as I didn't realize I really wasn't, or open my eyes, it would go on for awhile.

Then, the chicken fajitas I had for dinner were feeling funny in my stomach. I went to the bathroom to force myself to throw up, and all of a sudden this chickeny looking stuff came out of my stomach, which burned my throat terribly. (No seeds, though) I suddenly wished I hadn't done that, cuz the sight of my puke made me dry heave and puke some more, which was all very painful.

I kinda cleaned up my mess (the next day they said it was all over the walls...yuck!)and went back to darkness. My dad checked on me and brought me some vitamins, which did hurt my stomach a bit at first, but did smooth out the trip.

After some more delerious closed eye encounters, I began to hallucinate images in my room. It always seemed like there was a bunch of people in my room, but when I'd talk to them, I'd realize they weren't there. Then it looked like some demonic midget was in the corner. Amazingly, this didn't scare me at all. I laughed at him and he felt insulted and dissappeared. (BTW, laughter isn't normal laughter on dat...it's more of a forced grunt...real laughter would hurt)

Then something else cool happened, it looked like there were birds perched on my window, but on the inside of the room. This particular window usually has bats that hang around it at night, so it seemed real enough that there could be birds there, but at the time I didn't care how the hell they got in my room. It was nice to have some company. Sometimes they'd fly around my room, and do little tricks around my bed, and play-fight with each other. One got real close to me, and I tried to grab it, but then it dissappeared. I thought to myself that he must be hiding in my hand, and tried clapping to get him out. No luck. Oh well.

At this point, delerium was getting old. I'd been tripping for quite a while. Then I realized I could mess with the hallucinations. I'd close my eyes and get those incredibly real scenario's going, which usually weren't anything more spectacular than being like I was downstairs in my house or at the supermarket. Then I decided I'd freak out the people in my visions, like maybe pull my pants down in the middle of a conversation...it got funny. However, when I'd do that in the hallucination, I'd open my eyes to find that I'd done it in reality. Good thing I was alone.

While the other birds played, I suddenly got very scared that my horse was on the top bunk of my bed. I was worried that he'd break it, weighing about 1500 pounds or so.

That there was pretty much the last thing I remember. There was a lot more CEVs and other hallucinations, but I didn't bring them back. Customs at the reality border doesn't let you bring back everything.

After sleeping a good 15 hours with no dreams, which was a surprise, I awoke feeling sore and still dried up. I slowly drank some water, and gradually got back to health.

All in all, this was probably the best Datura trip I've ever had, which really isn't saying alot. They aren't fun at all, only interesting. Being delerious isn't meant for fun, it's meant for padded cells and straitjackets. Only do Datura if you want to see what your mind is capable of believing is real, cuz other than that you don't get too terribly much out of it.

I did a fairly small dose for this particular plant. In the past, I've done a lot less and damn near thought I was gonna die. On the other hand, I've also done alot more and not as much has happened. Start small, and always use the same plant. True, it differs from the place on the plant too, but this way you won't be surprised by 48 hour delerium from your "usual" dose. Remember, it's better to have nothing happen than die. And let people know you're doing datura. You look pretty damned scary while on it. And if you don't like foraging the depths of hell for visions, stick with other substances. Datura is definitely not for everyone.