As someone whose gotten there on accident before, I can tell you that it’s eerily similar to nitrous and a giant hit of DMT. You get hit with this bodily wave of dissociation from not breathing and the tryptamine euphoria. You get what feels like hours to come to terms with the fact that you’re dying. I’d say this takes away from existential dread. Something in this universe was kind enough to give us a transition between life and death, a time where we can settle our entire lives in our heads before we die.
Narcan is one helluva drug. I’ve overdosed on fent twice. First was pretty minor, just a normal opiate overdose. 1 narcan and I was back up and running just fine instantly. She said it literally felt like hitting the power button on me, and it really kinda felt the same way. But eventually I relapsed again, and ended up snorting a quarter of the fentiest fent press to ever fent and had a TRUE fent overdose. My partner gave me 3 narcans and I didn’t come back. She had to get on top of me and start doing CPR for quite a while for me to wake back up. I couldn’t hear during this, but I knew I was totally fucked when I started seeing dead people I dearly missed and shadow people.
Idk, for me at least. I was raised to believe that everyone who wasn’t a born again Christian would spend all eternity in the worst firey torment that is inconceivable for humans to comprehend. I actually lost my mind a bit over it as I was deconverting. I’m past all that now but I kinda worry that a prolonged death experience could bring back all those really awful fears.
As someone whose gotten there on accident before, I can tell you that it’s eerily similar to nitrous and a giant hit of DMT. You get hit with this bodily wave of dissociation from not breathing and the tryptamine euphoria. You get what feels like hours to come to terms with the fact that you’re dying. I’d say this takes away from existential dread. Something in this universe was kind enough to give us a transition between life and death, a time where we can settle our entire lives in our heads before we die.
Beautiful as fuck if true
Narcan is one helluva drug. I’ve overdosed on fent twice. First was pretty minor, just a normal opiate overdose. 1 narcan and I was back up and running just fine instantly. She said it literally felt like hitting the power button on me, and it really kinda felt the same way. But eventually I relapsed again, and ended up snorting a quarter of the fentiest fent press to ever fent and had a TRUE fent overdose. My partner gave me 3 narcans and I didn’t come back. She had to get on top of me and start doing CPR for quite a while for me to wake back up. I couldn’t hear during this, but I knew I was totally fucked when I started seeing dead people I dearly missed and shadow people.
Jesus fucking Christ
Idk, for me at least. I was raised to believe that everyone who wasn’t a born again Christian would spend all eternity in the worst firey torment that is inconceivable for humans to comprehend. I actually lost my mind a bit over it as I was deconverting. I’m past all that now but I kinda worry that a prolonged death experience could bring back all those really awful fears.
This is why my main death goal is not to die from headshot