TheMadcapLaughs
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Hi everyone, i just discovered this forum and this will be my first trip report
i will give you a little background on myself
I am 21 and have been smoking cannibis daily since about 17. I never was into many other drugs although i have experimented a handful of times with a little bit of pills, very small amounts of coke, and have smoked wet (pcp) a few times. The first psychadelic i ever tried was mushrooms in march of 04, and it was a wonderful experience. 4 months later on the 4th of july i took mushrooms again, this time upping my dose to 5 grams, and had an even better trip.
In may of 05 i tried lsd for the first time and it was a very beautiful experience and it changed my life in a positive manner forever. I tripped again in june of 05 on LSD and it was once again a great time. In July 05 i went to the allgood festival and took an 8th of shrooms friday, and then 3 hits of acid saturday, and sniffed a very small bit of Ketamine on sunday morning. All of my trips at this point were powerful and uplifting and all around wonderful.
In early september of last year i was living with a very interesting chick i will call cat who loved to trip, and she was with me everytime i had eaten cid prior to this. We had a nice little apartment and were getting along okay. Her x b/f from out of town who is very much into psychadelics came to visit us one weekend, I will call him steve. On friday i had a shitty day at work and decided that maybee a little coke would liven things up that night. Before that night i had only done coke 2 or 3 times in very small amounts and enjoied the slight buzz a little. Cat got pissed that i wanted to get coke, rightfully so, but i got it anyway and we got into a fight and she spent the rest of the night in her room, while i sniffed a couple lines by myself, but in the company of steve. The next day we worked out our differences and all decided to take some 5-meo-mipt (moxy).
Around 6 Pm we all took 12 mgs of powder in a capsule. About 30 mins later i felt a slight body high. Although i have never taken E before, steve and cat had and I felt the same feeling of euphoria and amazing sexual body high that they described similar to E.
At 7:30 i was feeling great and we were watching a dvd of light effects and circles and it was pretty chill.
A half hour later i started to feel like i was about to start tripping really hard, sort of similar to a mushroom trip coming on. We were listening to some nice music and a friend stopped by to sell us an eighth of KB.
After smoking a couple bongs i realize that i am really high and just about tripping face, i start to feel weird, but will myself out of panicking. I tell steve and cat im going out on the balcony to smoke a ciggarette, and that was the begining of the worst mental experience i have ever encountered.
When i step out onto the balcony it was like a switch flipped in my mind, i start totally panicking, and just trying to calm myself down to no avail. I rush inside right away and i look at steve and cat and they are tripping hard too, i keep reminding myself not to freak them out by acting irrational but i am really loosing it at this point.
I will never forget, ever, that we had some hendrix playing and i could not hear a single word, just the music which was greatly distorted. I tell steve and cat im bugging and they try to calm me down but it's only getting more intense.
One of us had the idea to put in a family guy dvd, and when i tell you that it looked like the scribblings of a 2nd grader in an art class it could not even begin to describe how distorted the picture and sound was.
At this point i feel horrible because i see that im also starting to freak out steve and cat, but i really just cant get a hold of myself. Luckily for me Steve has tripped many times over the years and delt with just about everything and did his best to calm me down.
We put on some greatful dead, and i began to rant nonsensically about how i am going to be crazy forever, how i can't smoke weed anymore, my mother hates me, and all types of crazy nonsense. Steve calms me down, repeating it's only a drug, your gonna be fine, there only 5 hours left, 4 hours, 3 hours.......................
Towards the end i started to calm down but still had a very strange feeling. I wandered around my apt endlessly, at times lying on my kitchen floor in awe of how retarted i seemed to be.
Sure enough, as Steve said i gradually calmed down, and by 2 or 3 in the am i was rolling a blunt, and drinking a becks. I was back from my bad trip, but i still had a numb feeling in my head that has never really left me since.
I slept alright that night, but for the next few days even going to take out my trash was quite trying. Eventually a week or so later i felt just about normal again (whatever normal is lol). i have never had any real flashbacks or nightmares, but when sometimes when im smoking weed i catch that feeling i had when i started bugging, and to be honest it's really not bad at all, i think i almost like it honestly.
The only effect it has had on me is that one way or another, EVERY SINGLE DAY since i think about it. Not a single day has passed where i didnt at least briefly think about my bad trip, and i have done a lot of travelling and all types of things and it always enters my mind. it's not really a negative memory, but it's strange a day doesnt go by without me recalling it.
Since my freak out i took a hit of acid once in november and had a really weak trip that wasnt really positive or negative. I was a bit aprehensive at first but i got a little drunk (which is probably why i didnt trip too hard), and it was fine.
Soo here i am almost a year later, and the reason why i write this is a want to take some good acid again, but i am scared honestly. I have been slowly psyching myself up but i just cant get to that point where im ready to let go. Ive been reading a lot about timothy leary lately and listing to all types of early floyd/syd barrett, and just plain craving to trip.
Any thoughts?
substancecode_5meomipt
methodcode_oral
i will give you a little background on myself
I am 21 and have been smoking cannibis daily since about 17. I never was into many other drugs although i have experimented a handful of times with a little bit of pills, very small amounts of coke, and have smoked wet (pcp) a few times. The first psychadelic i ever tried was mushrooms in march of 04, and it was a wonderful experience. 4 months later on the 4th of july i took mushrooms again, this time upping my dose to 5 grams, and had an even better trip.
In may of 05 i tried lsd for the first time and it was a very beautiful experience and it changed my life in a positive manner forever. I tripped again in june of 05 on LSD and it was once again a great time. In July 05 i went to the allgood festival and took an 8th of shrooms friday, and then 3 hits of acid saturday, and sniffed a very small bit of Ketamine on sunday morning. All of my trips at this point were powerful and uplifting and all around wonderful.
In early september of last year i was living with a very interesting chick i will call cat who loved to trip, and she was with me everytime i had eaten cid prior to this. We had a nice little apartment and were getting along okay. Her x b/f from out of town who is very much into psychadelics came to visit us one weekend, I will call him steve. On friday i had a shitty day at work and decided that maybee a little coke would liven things up that night. Before that night i had only done coke 2 or 3 times in very small amounts and enjoied the slight buzz a little. Cat got pissed that i wanted to get coke, rightfully so, but i got it anyway and we got into a fight and she spent the rest of the night in her room, while i sniffed a couple lines by myself, but in the company of steve. The next day we worked out our differences and all decided to take some 5-meo-mipt (moxy).
Around 6 Pm we all took 12 mgs of powder in a capsule. About 30 mins later i felt a slight body high. Although i have never taken E before, steve and cat had and I felt the same feeling of euphoria and amazing sexual body high that they described similar to E.
At 7:30 i was feeling great and we were watching a dvd of light effects and circles and it was pretty chill.
A half hour later i started to feel like i was about to start tripping really hard, sort of similar to a mushroom trip coming on. We were listening to some nice music and a friend stopped by to sell us an eighth of KB.
After smoking a couple bongs i realize that i am really high and just about tripping face, i start to feel weird, but will myself out of panicking. I tell steve and cat im going out on the balcony to smoke a ciggarette, and that was the begining of the worst mental experience i have ever encountered.
When i step out onto the balcony it was like a switch flipped in my mind, i start totally panicking, and just trying to calm myself down to no avail. I rush inside right away and i look at steve and cat and they are tripping hard too, i keep reminding myself not to freak them out by acting irrational but i am really loosing it at this point.
I will never forget, ever, that we had some hendrix playing and i could not hear a single word, just the music which was greatly distorted. I tell steve and cat im bugging and they try to calm me down but it's only getting more intense.
One of us had the idea to put in a family guy dvd, and when i tell you that it looked like the scribblings of a 2nd grader in an art class it could not even begin to describe how distorted the picture and sound was.
At this point i feel horrible because i see that im also starting to freak out steve and cat, but i really just cant get a hold of myself. Luckily for me Steve has tripped many times over the years and delt with just about everything and did his best to calm me down.
We put on some greatful dead, and i began to rant nonsensically about how i am going to be crazy forever, how i can't smoke weed anymore, my mother hates me, and all types of crazy nonsense. Steve calms me down, repeating it's only a drug, your gonna be fine, there only 5 hours left, 4 hours, 3 hours.......................
Towards the end i started to calm down but still had a very strange feeling. I wandered around my apt endlessly, at times lying on my kitchen floor in awe of how retarted i seemed to be.
Sure enough, as Steve said i gradually calmed down, and by 2 or 3 in the am i was rolling a blunt, and drinking a becks. I was back from my bad trip, but i still had a numb feeling in my head that has never really left me since.
I slept alright that night, but for the next few days even going to take out my trash was quite trying. Eventually a week or so later i felt just about normal again (whatever normal is lol). i have never had any real flashbacks or nightmares, but when sometimes when im smoking weed i catch that feeling i had when i started bugging, and to be honest it's really not bad at all, i think i almost like it honestly.
The only effect it has had on me is that one way or another, EVERY SINGLE DAY since i think about it. Not a single day has passed where i didnt at least briefly think about my bad trip, and i have done a lot of travelling and all types of things and it always enters my mind. it's not really a negative memory, but it's strange a day doesnt go by without me recalling it.
Since my freak out i took a hit of acid once in november and had a really weak trip that wasnt really positive or negative. I was a bit aprehensive at first but i got a little drunk (which is probably why i didnt trip too hard), and it was fine.
Soo here i am almost a year later, and the reason why i write this is a want to take some good acid again, but i am scared honestly. I have been slowly psyching myself up but i just cant get to that point where im ready to let go. Ive been reading a lot about timothy leary lately and listing to all types of early floyd/syd barrett, and just plain craving to trip.
Any thoughts?
substancecode_5meomipt
methodcode_oral
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