When I was in high school, I heard this thing about getting “high” through blood pressure and oxygen manipulation. The technique (don’t try at home):
Be seated.
Actively hyperventilate for 30s. Deeeeep breaths.
Stand up quickly.
Immediately stick thumb in mouth with full lungs and attempt to blow air out as hard as possible without actually letting any out.
That’s it. That’s the whole thing.
So, feeling dubious, I tried it while hanging out with some friends. I stand up, do the thing, and in <5s boom. Dreamland. I had what felt like a full 6-hour experience, semi-lucid dreaming. I had some control and awareness that I was dreaming, flew around some giant yellow and pink mushrooms. I dont remember any other details at this point, but it was a whole day pretty much.
Wake up to my head hitting my buddy’s guitar. I somehow had an hours-long experience in the time it took for me to pass out and hit the ground. Haven’t done it since, but man, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. One hell of a ride.
Bruh if that was my life sign me the fuck up. 98% of my dreams are better and more interesting than my life, including whatever the hell this was. Alas is right.
When I was in high school, I heard this thing about getting “high” through blood pressure and oxygen manipulation. The technique (don’t try at home):
Be seated.
Actively hyperventilate for 30s. Deeeeep breaths.
Stand up quickly.
Immediately stick thumb in mouth with full lungs and attempt to blow air out as hard as possible without actually letting any out.
That’s it. That’s the whole thing.
So, feeling dubious, I tried it while hanging out with some friends. I stand up, do the thing, and in <5s boom. Dreamland. I had what felt like a full 6-hour experience, semi-lucid dreaming. I had some control and awareness that I was dreaming, flew around some giant yellow and pink mushrooms. I dont remember any other details at this point, but it was a whole day pretty much.
Wake up to my head hitting my buddy’s guitar. I somehow had an hours-long experience in the time it took for me to pass out and hit the ground. Haven’t done it since, but man, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that. One hell of a ride.
Where the hell am I going to try it, then??
At the gay brothel
Should I try this at a train station then?
If you can. If not, a dim alley or gas station bathroom is fine.
It seems like your whole life flashed in front of your eyes…alas, you did not die
Bruh if that was my life sign me the fuck up. 98% of my dreams are better and more interesting than my life, including whatever the hell this was. Alas is right.