So, the first time I ever did acid was with my friend. Lets call her Anne. She moved away and I continued doing drugs like acid and 2-ci with some new friends. Anne visited this past summer and I found a new dealer at the perfect time. We bought 4 tabs and planned on having an unforgettable night at my house. We dropped the tabs around 8 or 9 pm. About 30 minutes later we started having the giggles, which pleasantly surprised me. All the acid i have done in the past took at least 1 hour to kick in, so I could tell it was going to be fun. We listened to music and watched the patterns that were everywhere and smoked weed and sat outside for a couple hours. It was beautiful. Definitely the best LSD I had ever done. I was having a great time even though a lot of the patterns i was seeing looked like evil creatures. I still thought it was really cool. We sat looking at my cieling for about 30 minutes. I saw all these crosses in lines, some upsidedown and right side up so they could all fit in a pattern on my cieling. they were very intricate, colourful, and moving. All i could do was sit and repeatedly say "wow". At one point i could actually see drips starting to form and run down the length of my cieling. it was melting. i thought i was going to be trapped inside but i knew that was just my brain on acid thoughts, and ignored them. We later decided to go for a walk to a nearby park after i convinced my friend a bit. We started walking and it looked like a totally different town. I knew where we were, but it just seemed so much older and different. it was such strong acid that during some parts i had strange thoughts of being stuck in a repeating moment where my friend Anne was completely normal but I had convinced myself that something was wrong with me, and i would be in that repeating moment for my entire life. It was very strange, but the feeling left quickly. After a while of walking to the park, anne told me she felt uncomfortable and wanted to go home. I, having done acid more than her, wanted her to be comfortable, so of course obliged. we started walking back to my house when she abruptly stopped. "where are we going? are we going to the park?" I was so confused. "i thought you wanted to go home?" I replied. "oh yes!" so we kept on walking home. Every 10 seconds or so she would stop and do the same thing. "Where are we going? the park?" at that point i knew something was wrong. I was also tripping really hard so I was confused as to if I was the one being strange, but after a bit of time i could tell she was just having a bad trip. As we got closer and closer to my house I tried talking to her as if everything was normal, but she seemed as if she was mad at me. I asked her whats wrong and she gave me a look that I would get if i asked someone to drink 2 year old milk. I tried to calm her down and talked about pretty flowers, and told her to look at them. She made it seem like it was a chore to come look at the flowers. I thought i had done something wrong to make her act this way, but i couldnt remember doing anything. Once we got inside everything seemed kind of normal for a while. so we put on fear and loathing in las vegas and sat in my bed to watch it. she was leaning on the bed, and every couple minutes she would sit up really fast and give me a strange look, as if she was startled by something. after a bit of that she then asked me "are we supposed to go to bed now?" (the first time we ever did acid was together, and near the end of the night she told me she was uncomfortable and just wanted to go to bed, so this reminded me of that time). I told her we could go to bed if thats what she wanted. after a 10 minute conversation about if we should go to bed, she laid down and we turned off the lights. this was only a few hours into the trip, and i knew i would be tripping for hours, so i tried to look for headphones to listen to music. she abruptly sat up and asked me "what was going on? where were we? the park? what was going on?" i explained that we were in my room and that we were going to sleep. she laid down again. 5 seconds later she would do the same thing. over and over. and over. for what seemed like it was forever. every time she laid back down i would pray that she would just go to sleep. i was really freaked out at this point. but it kept happening. She kept asking me where she was, and I would say things like my house, my city, my country, and she would just keep asking "what is that? what is canada? Why is this happening?". i told her "we took acid" and she was like "so? what now?". she wasnt satisfied with any answer i gave her. nothing made sense to her. She would abruptly stand up and pick up a spliff and id ask her "where are you going?" shed reply "to the park?" as if everything was normal. She kept asking me what time it was. Every 2 seconds. literally. 2 seconds. and what she was sopposed to do. "i dont understand what im sopposed to do!!!" she kept saying. she also kept fainting. At one point i told her to go lay down in my bed and i was going to get something for her, and when i came back she was on my bed walking into the wall. in the same spot. for at least 5 minutes. just walking. with a wall in front of her. going nowhere. at this point, i had no idea what to do so i just sat with her and prayed for a miracle. she would get up and run out of the room, and stop and turn around. I would be trying to talk to her, standing right in front, looking into her eyes. her eyes were sort of looking in my directon but i could tell she couldnt see me. her eyes were sort of unfocused like she was looking through me. this went on for at least 3 hours. at least. I honestly thought that in the morning I would have to call her father and explain that we had taken acid and she would never be the same. as time went by i felt i could communicate with her easier and easier, until eventually she was back to normal. when she was able to talk she told me that she had just been stuck in that repeating moment that i had felt for maybe 1 minute, but for 3 hours. she thought she was in an airport, and that i was a police officer she was talking to. it was the most fucked up event in both of our lives, but in the end everything was fine.
what a crazy trip
what a crazy trip
