pulling up a chair for this one onious.. can remember smoking malawi way way back.. 1978 or there about.. looking fabbo... not sure on the hallucination abilities either.. was a nice smoke back then but dont remember ever tripping out on it and seeing shit that wasn't there... haven't come across that smoke yet
Full-on hallucinations from weed are truly rare, and I wish to God that I knew the cannabinoid ratio/amounts to best induce them. I can say with pretty good confidence that daily smokers are likely never
to find a strain that will make them trip. If you have a strong tolerance, smoking weed that would make a noob trip-out just makes you extra stoned. No big deal.
My evidence for this comes from several experiences from my young teens. One time in particular stands out. While smoking some weed imported from Hawaii (pre-9/11) with two friends late one night at a park I began to feel strange. I told the other two guys that I was going to head back to the house because I felt, "funny."
One of them was my age and the other was 6 years older (a lot at the time). I only smoked weed once a month or so back then. Both of them were daily smokers already, with high tolerances, so their reaction to my highness was, "yeah man, go home and grab a basketball!"
I was like, "I don't think I can make it back." They didn't believe me... and I was starting to suspect the weed had been laced or something. So I began walking home. When I had made it through the parking lot I thought I heard people calling my name back in the direction from which I had come. When I looked back, all of the sudden the image I was seeing of the parking lot twirled in on itself in a black vortex!
This scared me as I was quite young so I started to run... mistake. See, running makes your heart beat faster... which makes you higher. So when I looked down at my legs all I saw were tracers; couldn't even see the ground. I eventually made it home and spend the rest of the night drinking water and watching the walls wave and breathe.
To my astonishment the other guys didn't trip at all! If fact, they had waited for me to return with the basketball for a while. I found out when I heard people calling my name in the distance they were actually telling me not to forget the ball, ROLF!
P.S. If weed could be categorized as a single drug type (which it can't because it's a conglomeration of medicines) it would be a hallucinogen,
not a depressant, not a stimulant. If you are truly honest with yourself, and have the presence of mind to detect the subtleties of you perception you will find that EVERY time you get you aren't seeing or hearing things exactly like they are. A philosopher might purport the same could be said for all of life though.