Space cake : an experience that was so illusionary, unreal, other worldly and quite frustrating at the same time. Though not looked upon with much respect among the dutch, it's quite a popular item in the list of thing to try for tourists in Amsterdam. Though I read about its effect and experiences but it only made into my list when I moved to Amsterdam almost 2 years back.
While wandering through the streets of Amsterdam, a coffee shop in particular rang a bell as I remember it was mentioned by a dutch friend in context with genuine weed and space cake. Not as planned, I and my husband decided to pop in with a pure intention to just gain some awareness about it and were back within few minutes with handful of muffins and cakes, three pieces to be precise. We blindly followed the recommendation and instructions from the man in the shop. It was a week day and we decided to go less adventurous this time and wait until Friday to give it a try. It rested silently, like any other harmless piece of cake in my refrigerator and every time I saw it, it aroused several questions "Will these three little pieces do the job ? May be we are duped since we paid almost the price of a whole cake ? Will the effect be similar to any other alcohol but an overdose?"
Finally, it was Friday evening the time for the truth. We started slow and it was almost 30-40 mins after our first bite that we realized we are conned. Nothing, absolutely nothing, not even close to any form of illusion or hallucination. We were just laughing at ourselves when all of a sudden I felt very confused, frustrated. I asked my husband "Do I exist ? May be I don't ? Am I here or not ? " I felt as if my soul was floating and I am looking at my body. I was doubtful of my existence, my surrounding and everything that belongs to me. In just few moments the space cake was living up to it's expectations and hype. Every few minutes, I could feel a strong hit right at the core of my brain, scared and confused all together. Though initially my husband was laughing at me, taking a higher ground but not for long. Though he was not as confused as I was regarding his existence, he was stuck on a TV screen as if the time has frozen for him for eternity. From time to time all I could hear was my husband asking me "How am I feeling?" but by the time I could answer, I just forgot what was the question and it went in loop. I and apparently my husband as well were living just at the moment, completly unaware of a second before or after.
After several hours into this drama, I just wanted to come out of the mess my brain was going through. I tried to create distractions, picking up my phone, reading books but unfortunately it didn't help. The words in the book didn't make sense and my phone, I was not sure if that's my phone at first place. I was even nervous to go to the loo because I wasn't sure where I would end up ?
Indeed a journey, mind mess, until I landed on my bed and woke up next morning as if nothing happened.
While wandering through the streets of Amsterdam, a coffee shop in particular rang a bell as I remember it was mentioned by a dutch friend in context with genuine weed and space cake. Not as planned, I and my husband decided to pop in with a pure intention to just gain some awareness about it and were back within few minutes with handful of muffins and cakes, three pieces to be precise. We blindly followed the recommendation and instructions from the man in the shop. It was a week day and we decided to go less adventurous this time and wait until Friday to give it a try. It rested silently, like any other harmless piece of cake in my refrigerator and every time I saw it, it aroused several questions "Will these three little pieces do the job ? May be we are duped since we paid almost the price of a whole cake ? Will the effect be similar to any other alcohol but an overdose?"
Finally, it was Friday evening the time for the truth. We started slow and it was almost 30-40 mins after our first bite that we realized we are conned. Nothing, absolutely nothing, not even close to any form of illusion or hallucination. We were just laughing at ourselves when all of a sudden I felt very confused, frustrated. I asked my husband "Do I exist ? May be I don't ? Am I here or not ? " I felt as if my soul was floating and I am looking at my body. I was doubtful of my existence, my surrounding and everything that belongs to me. In just few moments the space cake was living up to it's expectations and hype. Every few minutes, I could feel a strong hit right at the core of my brain, scared and confused all together. Though initially my husband was laughing at me, taking a higher ground but not for long. Though he was not as confused as I was regarding his existence, he was stuck on a TV screen as if the time has frozen for him for eternity. From time to time all I could hear was my husband asking me "How am I feeling?" but by the time I could answer, I just forgot what was the question and it went in loop. I and apparently my husband as well were living just at the moment, completly unaware of a second before or after.
After several hours into this drama, I just wanted to come out of the mess my brain was going through. I tried to create distractions, picking up my phone, reading books but unfortunately it didn't help. The words in the book didn't make sense and my phone, I was not sure if that's my phone at first place. I was even nervous to go to the loo because I wasn't sure where I would end up ?
Indeed a journey, mind mess, until I landed on my bed and woke up next morning as if nothing happened.
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