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So a buddy of mine had done acid a few times, the first time ever being a few months ago. He had worked his way up from 3 seperate occasions not including this one. All being rather dissapointing, working his way up from 2 blotters, to 3, then to 4 one day and 7 a few hours later into the trip. The last one he felt he almost had achieved what he had fantasized about.
The acid to him seemed rather weak, so he obtained 12 blotters. He waited weeks for it, not to anxious about it, but excited, knowing this would be it, the trip he was looking for. So around 12pm he puts 10 blotters on his tounge, 6 on top of his tounge, and two on each side under his tounge. He left it in for about 30 minutes before feeling moderate effects, waving his hands back in forth enjoying the tracers of his hands, very exiting.
He then got this nervous urge, almost an anxiety attack, for no reason. Cheech and Chong- Up in Smoke was playing on TV and his surroundings where perfect, totally peaceful. He texted his source, which is also a good friend saying quote "what do I do did I take too much, I'm having a bad trip help me out man". As he texted everything he was typing was backwards, almost as if he had dyslexia, feeling like the phone was bending, almost fake.
Most everything looked very hairy to him, black hair. He started to feel nauseous, and ran to the trash can and began violently vomiting for about 5 or so minutes. He stumbled over to the drawer where he keeps his prescribed Valium for anxiety, taking double the dose he normally would which was supposed to be 20mg (realizing he took this last time to relieve the anxiety of the come-up, yet ruining the visuals he was looking for).
Still no response from his source which was the only one who knew he took it, he confessed to another good friend who was sober for advice. No reply. The nervousness was still intense, no bright colors or anything, just an overwhelming sense of spinning, and hair all over the blankets (almost like the movie The Grudge if any of you have seen it).
He and his girlfriend own a bunny who was drinking water at the time from his bottle, and it was making a wretched sound.
The Valium began to kick in and he began to relax, deciding to put the last two blotters on his tounge, (then thinking it was a bad idea noticing the hair on his legs was getting extremely long, so he spits them out after ten mintues).
The nervousness returns, then he gets a knock on the door from his girlfriend's brother saying quote "hey I need some help lifting these water jugs, no one is home but you to help me". He stood up, took a few deep breathes, walked outside and got it done as fast as possible, trying to get his timing perfect to where he wouldn't walk past his girlfriend's brother. He sat back down with a feeling of satisfaction and the trip began to feel like it was supposed to, keeping in mind it was already kind of ruined from the upsetness and the Valium.
The sweating seemed weird, he changed his clothes a lot, but was still finally enjoying himself. Noticing glowing colors around certain objects in the room. For a few hours (or so it seemed) he went from watching family guy to staring at the blankets he had hung on the wall, watching the optical illusions and flowers they were creating.
Soon enough his girlfriend texts him on her break, saying the girls at work were calling her fat and laughing at her, which infuriates him to the point of tears and an urge to walk into the store screaming at them. He tried texting her back to comfort her, but he realized he wasn't making any sense, and his girlfriend is totally against anything but pot, and has a zero tolerance policy due to the drug problems a few of her family members have. He threw his phone away from him, letting it hit the wall, the feeling of some sort of overdose came back, with the racing heart which had happened previously. He could hear his phone ringing knowing it was his girlfriend calling for comfort, but also knowing that it would make things 10x worse if he gave himself away.
He was exhausted, and he rolled into the fetal position with a pillow and was somehow able to take a nap, eventhough the effects were still quite
intense. He woke up an hour and a half later, still having visuals, seeing letters on the wall, codes of some sort that he wanted to write down but was too depressed to, from everything that had happened he felt traumatized and lethargic, sitting there on the bed for the remainder on the trip, depressed.
He wants to go no where near LSD again, but is very upset that he can't get the trip of a lifetime he was always looking for. Any advice for him guys? Thanks so much for reading this long post
The acid to him seemed rather weak, so he obtained 12 blotters. He waited weeks for it, not to anxious about it, but excited, knowing this would be it, the trip he was looking for. So around 12pm he puts 10 blotters on his tounge, 6 on top of his tounge, and two on each side under his tounge. He left it in for about 30 minutes before feeling moderate effects, waving his hands back in forth enjoying the tracers of his hands, very exiting.
He then got this nervous urge, almost an anxiety attack, for no reason. Cheech and Chong- Up in Smoke was playing on TV and his surroundings where perfect, totally peaceful. He texted his source, which is also a good friend saying quote "what do I do did I take too much, I'm having a bad trip help me out man". As he texted everything he was typing was backwards, almost as if he had dyslexia, feeling like the phone was bending, almost fake.
Most everything looked very hairy to him, black hair. He started to feel nauseous, and ran to the trash can and began violently vomiting for about 5 or so minutes. He stumbled over to the drawer where he keeps his prescribed Valium for anxiety, taking double the dose he normally would which was supposed to be 20mg (realizing he took this last time to relieve the anxiety of the come-up, yet ruining the visuals he was looking for).
Still no response from his source which was the only one who knew he took it, he confessed to another good friend who was sober for advice. No reply. The nervousness was still intense, no bright colors or anything, just an overwhelming sense of spinning, and hair all over the blankets (almost like the movie The Grudge if any of you have seen it).
He and his girlfriend own a bunny who was drinking water at the time from his bottle, and it was making a wretched sound.
The Valium began to kick in and he began to relax, deciding to put the last two blotters on his tounge, (then thinking it was a bad idea noticing the hair on his legs was getting extremely long, so he spits them out after ten mintues).
The nervousness returns, then he gets a knock on the door from his girlfriend's brother saying quote "hey I need some help lifting these water jugs, no one is home but you to help me". He stood up, took a few deep breathes, walked outside and got it done as fast as possible, trying to get his timing perfect to where he wouldn't walk past his girlfriend's brother. He sat back down with a feeling of satisfaction and the trip began to feel like it was supposed to, keeping in mind it was already kind of ruined from the upsetness and the Valium.
The sweating seemed weird, he changed his clothes a lot, but was still finally enjoying himself. Noticing glowing colors around certain objects in the room. For a few hours (or so it seemed) he went from watching family guy to staring at the blankets he had hung on the wall, watching the optical illusions and flowers they were creating.
Soon enough his girlfriend texts him on her break, saying the girls at work were calling her fat and laughing at her, which infuriates him to the point of tears and an urge to walk into the store screaming at them. He tried texting her back to comfort her, but he realized he wasn't making any sense, and his girlfriend is totally against anything but pot, and has a zero tolerance policy due to the drug problems a few of her family members have. He threw his phone away from him, letting it hit the wall, the feeling of some sort of overdose came back, with the racing heart which had happened previously. He could hear his phone ringing knowing it was his girlfriend calling for comfort, but also knowing that it would make things 10x worse if he gave himself away.
He was exhausted, and he rolled into the fetal position with a pillow and was somehow able to take a nap, eventhough the effects were still quite
intense. He woke up an hour and a half later, still having visuals, seeing letters on the wall, codes of some sort that he wanted to write down but was too depressed to, from everything that had happened he felt traumatized and lethargic, sitting there on the bed for the remainder on the trip, depressed.
He wants to go no where near LSD again, but is very upset that he can't get the trip of a lifetime he was always looking for. Any advice for him guys? Thanks so much for reading this long post
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