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Dissociatives Ketamine K-Hole

Dodgy21

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Hi, so I attempted to khole today, with 2 110mg lines, but couldn’t quite get there. If I was going to attempt again in the morning, what would you suggest would be a good dose, and should I space them out or all at once? I was thinking somewhere between 400-600mg as it might seem like this is not 100% potent, although it does seem uncut. And has anyone had experience boofing? Do you find it hits harder? Thanks!
 
Boofing ketamine doesn't work, no.. for some reason..

I've never managed to hole on ketamine either. I've always assumed I'd need a needle for that. But yeah, famous last words..

There's a psychological element involved with holing. I guess your best bet would be to get a crash course on meditative techniques?
 
get better ket, if you have no disso tolernace 250 mg insufflaed within 5 minutes will have you hitting the k hole if using pharma grade crystal.
 
I had a 4 small bumps the day before, so perhaps this is why then, I could try and source some better stuff. Maybe a bit of weed to amplify
 
Update: tried 250mg in 2 lines, hell of a job getting it up there lol, smoked half a spliff prior.
I don’t know if I was having a trippy dream or k holing, can’t remember a lot of it
 
The only k-hole that I've ever been in, was the only time I ever took ketamine, and I didn't know I had taken it. My brother thought it would be funny to tell me to snort a little extra Molly. Apparently I was in the bathroom stall with the door locked for an hour and 45 minutes. I remember walking in the stall doing the small bump, which if you looked at the line in comparison to what 50 mg of meth would make. It's about that size. I distinctly remember the little tiny Ziploc baggie falling to the ground. It didn't. It actually felt into the cuff of my JNCO jeans. After that, my next recollection is not being able to figure out how to open the stall door. I never did manage it by myself. The club staff had been made aware I was in the stall for so long and were worried that I had overdosed so they gave me directions on how to turn the doorknob and slide the latch back. Obviously that gave the game away and I was escorted from the club even though they couldn't find anything in the stall, thanks to the baggy falling down into the cuff of my janko jeans where it was invisible

So I'm out in the parking lot of this giant club in a major Mid-Atlantic east coast city and then my brother and his friends come up and he's laughing and he said where were you? I said in the bathroom he said you must have fell in a hole. And then they all laughed their asses off. And then he explained to me it was ketamine.

Not fun. It was not enjoyable. It was not euphoric. I basically have no recollection other than sniffing the bump and then being unable to open a bathroom stall door and then confusion for another. Probably 15 or 20 minutes in the parking lot.

If you like it you can keep it.
 
The only k-hole that I've ever been in, was the only time I ever took ketamine, and I didn't know I had taken it. My brother thought it would be funny to tell me to snort a little extra Molly. Apparently I was in the bathroom stall with the door locked for an hour and 45 minutes. I remember walking in the stall doing the small bump, which if you looked at the line in comparison to what 50 mg of meth would make. It's about that size. I distinctly remember the little tiny Ziploc baggie falling to the ground. It didn't. It actually felt into the cuff of my JNCO jeans. After that, my next recollection is not being able to figure out how to open the stall door. I never did manage it by myself. The club staff had been made aware I was in the stall for so long and were worried that I had overdosed so they gave me directions on how to turn the doorknob and slide the latch back. Obviously that gave the game away and I was escorted from the club even though they couldn't find anything in the stall, thanks to the baggy falling down into the cuff of my janko jeans where it was invisible

So I'm out in the parking lot of this giant club in a major Mid-Atlantic east coast city and then my brother and his friends come up and he's laughing and he said where were you? I said in the bathroom he said you must have fell in a hole. And then they all laughed their asses off. And then he explained to me it was ketamine.

Not fun. It was not enjoyable. It was not euphoric. I basically have no recollection other than sniffing the bump and then being unable to open a bathroom stall door and then confusion for another. Probably 15 or 20 minutes in the parking lot.

If you like it you can keep it.
Damn… I’m glad mine didn’t end up like this, but I can see why this would put anyone off, even doing a large dose willingly has made me want to take a break, so I can’t imagine holing without even knowing
 
the hole can be hard to remeber everything, but trust me you know when you hole it feels like you died and left your body lol
 
the hole can be hard to remeber everything, but trust me you know when you hole it feels like you died and left your body lol
Well for me it's just a blank space. Absolutely no Metaphysical feelings of meeting some Supreme intelligence during an out-of-body experience. Just fucked up unconsciousness even though I know I wasn't laying on the floor of the bathroom.
 
Damn… I’m glad mine didn’t end up like this, but I can see why this would put anyone off, even doing a large dose willingly has made me want to take a break, so I can’t imagine holing without even knowing
I didn't get into the scene until I was actually 26 years old and I partied at raves into my 40s.

This experience was very formative along with my nurturing nature because at the time I fell in the hole I actually had a 3-year-old daughter.

Following that experience, I actually would walk around and 'rescue' young teens who had fallen into holes.

Foam parties were a big thing in the late 90s and early 2000s on the East Coast rave scene and if you fall in a hole and end up slumping into one of the runoffs areas, you can drown.

I don't know how many teen something young women had fallen into the k- holes that I actually picked up and carried into the venue wherever I was because her friends were too fucked up to pay attention that she had fallen into a hole.

And when I say fell into a hole, I mean completely unresponsive to any outside stimulus, although breathing and heart rate seems at least non-pathological.

Maybe it's fun to do at home but falling into a k-hole where you're not sure if your environment is a recipe for fucking disaster.
 
The way I do my ket is as follows...
I weigh out what I plan on doing throughout the session .5 -.75g...
I divide into like 16 -24 bumps ...
And just do a bump every so often over the span of like 4 hrs or so...
I fall in and out throughout the evening while dancing and fuckn my wife ...
But whenever I start to become conscious of my surroundings I just do another bump or 2 and then fade back out ...
I feel I'm in and out of the hole all night...
And this works for me everytime even when done 2 nights in a row
 
The only k-hole that I've ever been in, was the only time I ever took ketamine, and I didn't know I had taken it. My brother thought it would be funny to tell me to snort a little extra Molly. Apparently I was in the bathroom stall with the door locked for an hour and 45 minutes. I remember walking in the stall doing the small bump, which if you looked at the line in comparison to what 50 mg of meth would make. It's about that size. I distinctly remember the little tiny Ziploc baggie falling to the ground. It didn't. It actually felt into the cuff of my JNCO jeans. After that, my next recollection is not being able to figure out how to open the stall door. I never did manage it by myself. The club staff had been made aware I was in the stall for so long and were worried that I had overdosed so they gave me directions on how to turn the doorknob and slide the latch back. Obviously that gave the game away and I was escorted from the club even though they couldn't find anything in the stall, thanks to the baggy falling down into the cuff of my janko jeans where it was invisible

So I'm out in the parking lot of this giant club in a major Mid-Atlantic east coast city and then my brother and his friends come up and he's laughing and he said where were you? I said in the bathroom he said you must have fell in a hole. And then they all laughed their asses off. And then he explained to me it was ketamine.

Not fun. It was not enjoyable. It was not euphoric. I basically have no recollection other than sniffing the bump and then being unable to open a bathroom stall door and then confusion for another. Probably 15 or 20 minutes in the parking lot.

If you like it you can keep it.
Your brother is a fucking asshole. Dosing people without consent IMO is a serious moral crime, on the level of sexual assault or something. I'm not surprised you didn't enjoy yourself.

That said I admit I laugh reacted before re-reading a little more closely and I realised what had actually happened just because the "not being able to figure out how to get out of the bathroom" thing happened to me probably 10 years ago now I think, fortunately it wasn't a club or public place, just student accommodation, and obviously I knew I had been doing ketamine so was a little more psychologically prepared.

Actually I can't say for sure I even tried to get out, I remember thinking I was on a train carrying toilets (lol) and the toilet I was standing in front of was a "show toilet" like in a shop (LOL)... So I just sat down on the floor and waited for the train to stop and someone to let me out. Eventually my girlfriend at the time came to find me and apparently like explained through the door how to open it which eventually I did, after which apparently I was kinda annoyed which I don't remember at all but I guess maybe was just subverted embarrassment at the realisation... fun times overall though I must say.
 
Foam parties were a big thing in the late 90s and early 2000s on the East Coast rave scene and if you fall in a hole and end up slumping into one of the runoffs areas, you can drown.
Hah, foam parties... I just caught the tail end of these back in probably 2006 and only ever went to a few but I remember always thinking this is really not that fun and surely just a terrible idea and accident waiting to happen... A bunch of my friends got really sick after one of them which is not surprising, I mean, it's a drinking establishment (usually) with a bunch of frothy liquid spewing everywhere that everyone is wading through... what could go wrong?! 😂
 
Your brother is a fucking asshole. Dosing people without consent IMO is a serious moral crime, on the level of sexual assault or something. I'm not surprised you didn't enjoy yourself.

That said I admit I laugh reacted before re-reading a little more closely and I realised what had actually happened just because the "not being able to figure out how to get out of the bathroom" thing happened to me probably 10 years ago now I think, fortunately it wasn't a club or public place, just student accommodation, and obviously I knew I had been doing ketamine so was a little more psychologically prepared.

Actually I can't say for sure I even tried to get out, I remember thinking I was on a train carrying toilets (lol) and the toilet I was standing in front of was a "show toilet" like in a shop (LOL)... So I just sat down on the floor and waited for the train to stop and someone to let me out. Eventually my girlfriend at the time came to find me and apparently like explained through the door how to open it which eventually I did, after which apparently I was kinda annoyed which I don't remember at all but I guess maybe was just subverted embarrassment at the realisation... fun times overall though I must say.
I swear to God I couldn't figure out how to turn a fucking circular twist latch. I mean that's interesting to me from a neuro pharmacology standpoint, It was like the concept of turning the latch was completely decoupled from any idea of opening the door.

They had to tell me how to do it. And I'm standing there slack jawed not even realizing that I'm basically telling them that I'm in a fucking hole.
 
Hah, foam parties... I just caught the tail end of these back in probably 2006 and only ever went to a few but I remember always thinking this is really not that fun and surely just a terrible idea and accident waiting to happen... A bunch of my friends got really sick after one of them which is not surprising, I mean, it's a drinking establishment (usually) with a bunch of frothy liquid spewing everywhere that everyone is wading through... what could go wrong?! 😂
Well this was DC in the late '90s early 2000s and there wasn't a lot of regulation for indoor outdoor foam parties where the foam was 12 ft. High and run off was going everywhere and you could literally be disappeared in the foam.

You would trip over people that had passed out. It was ridiculous.
 
Nothing like a good K hole.

For me , it always feels like I'm being propelled foreword, when I get that rush, I always go ' oh shit, I'm about to K hole", and then proceed to have the gnarliest out of body experience ever.

I remember my best one. my buddy had this batch, and told me people had been holing hard off this batch with some alcohol. I love mixing K and booze, so was super down lol. I left my body, and was part of that all encompassing universal force/energy, simply being pushed through the universe on some cosmic experience I had no control over. At this point, I was pretty used to K and holing, and mixed with my interest in spirituality and metaphysics, I have gained an alright understanding of life & death. I was able to consciously recall the infinite nature of my soul, and I shit you not, I was plucked out of my K hole, and transported to another world/dimension.

I felt my soul reformat in a new body. blood, muscle tissue, teeth, eyeballs all being remade into this new vessel. It wasn't painful, but very weird. I realized I was sitting on a stone alter, and there were beings in white surrounding me and watching me.

I remember clearly thinking/asking " Who are you, and where am I"?

No response. I came out of it and I recall an intense purple glow/aura emanating from my 3rd eye area. Maybe the gnarliest trip of my life.
 
Hi, so I attempted to khole today, with 2 110mg lines, but couldn’t quite get there. If I was going to attempt again in the morning, what would you suggest would be a good dose, and should I space them out or all at once? I was thinking somewhere between 400-600mg as it might seem like this is not 100% potent, although it does seem uncut. And has anyone had experience boofing? Do you find it hits harder? Thanks!
Boofing lines, wow I never heard of anyone who could reverse fart
 
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