First time posting a report here so be lenient in your criticisms 
After the death of Hunter S.Thompson, myself (fairly experienced tripper) and a couple of friends, R and Ry (both had a lot of experience with mushrooms but none with acid) decided that the only fitting tribute would be an acid trip. Maybe it was just a justification of drug use, but a good one none the less. I hadn't taken acid in a couple of years, mainly because of the lack of availability in my area, but as it seemed to be abundant at the time it seemed to be perfect.
We procured 6 hits of Bart Simpson blotter, the image of Bart lying down on a skateboard as opposed to the traditional catapult blotter. The strength of which was supposed to be stronger than a lot around at the moment but not enough for a single tab to trip. I'd been told that 2-3 tabs were needed for a proper acid experience. Not wanting for my friends to have a mediocre/underwhelming experience for their first times I suggested that 2 tabs should be taken each, they both agreed. We had a free house for the experience and I thought that would be the best environment for my friends first time.
[T+0:00] At around 9pm the doses were taken, my friend Ry seemed reluctant to take both and suggested we had 1 each, I suggested 1 1/2 and we took the doses.
[T+0:30] I'm starting to feel it, am not sure about my friends but maybe it's just the fact that they don't know what to look out for. I suggest we have the other half tab we have left each as I am determined to trip hard tonight, R agrees wholeheartedly and eventually Ry sees the light. As the last half is put into my mouth the carpet seems to be covered in thousands of white ants, I sit back and wait gladly for the fun to begin.
[T+0:45] We're watching some television, waiting is not a fun part of any trip, both my friends seem to at least be feeling something. Laughter breaks out at anything even remotely funny, a big smile adorns my face as I realise what we're in for. Coming up like a motherfucker.
[T+1:00] My vision is kaleidoscoping and I start to feel detached from my body. Neither of my friends seem to feel as fucked as I do (They're both a fair bit bigger than me you see). The carpet is being carried all over the place by these white ants at this point and the TV screen is starting to freak me out a little bit. I suggest that music is a better idea than television. R had wired up his iPod to the stereo previously so we have 11 days worth of music to choose from. Some new order is put on and this improves my mood considerably. My jeans look like smoke is wisping all over them, it's beautiful in a strange way.
Word of warning, the trip report may get less detailed from this point on as everyone seemed to be completely plastered...
[+2:00] Everyone is fully up now, me and R are having many visuals, Ry feels really mashed but is not seeing much at all. The music is moved to something a little dancier and everyone starts to move around. My friends realise how fun it is to move around and develop Hunter S. style mannerisms. Everyone is swirling around and smiling widely and talking absolute bollocks. My friends thank me for introducing them to the drug, it makes me feel warm inside.
[+3:00 (although the times get much less precise from this time)] At some point it is decided that green tea would be a good idea. I manage to actually have an argument with a teabag that I was struggling to get out of a cup and "killed" it. I have never take 20-30 minutes to make a cup of tea before. After I realise (and everyone else realises) that I've just had an argument with a teabag we're all literally rolling around the floor laughing hysterically haha. It takes me another 10 minutes to manage o make myself drink this tea but when I do it tastes amazing, both the sweet and bitter sensations.
[+4:00ish] 2 many DJs are put on the stereo, I feel the need to lie down and be cozy and so wrap myself in a hoody and lie on the biggest sofa. For the next god knows how long I lie back and watch the room melt and dance around me. I have some of the most beautiful and vivid visuals I have ever had. The ceiling looks like liquid and swirls around, melting and dripping down the walls, I can barely tear myself away. The dark spots on the bricks of the fireplace are drifting all around and dancing with light flying down the mortal, everything with a magical glow around it. It sounds like a complete cliché but the music takes on a visual form and I can see each sound as a physical thing. I can feels waves of pleasure roll up my body similar to that of mdma but so much deeper. I curse myself for not seeking out more acid sooner.
[+5:00 - +7:00] The next couple of hours were amazing including dancing manically to psytrance and attempting to set up the game of life. The latter was a lot harder than it sounds. We went searching through cupboards for fun things to do and the game of life came up. After about 20 minutes of trying to set up the board I realized how futile out attempts were and began to rant about how stupid the game of life was and that we were playing it right now etc. Eventually ended up in my shouting and eating on of the “girls” from the game pack to teach it a lesson. I regretted this soon after as it made my throat feel weird for the rest of the trip. Eventually the idea of going to subway and trying to pay with game of life money came up, it wasn’t such a good idea hehe![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
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Everything after this becomes too hard to put a time on it. I remember trying to play an American football game on Xbox (being English and not knowing where to start with the rules) and finding it hysterical, shouting at the screen constantly and making up terms for different actions and committing fouls constantly. Another memory is telling Ry’s dog constantly that he didn’t understand because he was acting weird, then finally submitting that he now understood at the end of the night.
The night ended on good terms, the hallucinations diminished considerably and the laughter started again. Watched an old show on cable called Knightmare (a kids gameshow type of thing that’s pretty sinister) and laughed constantly at how incrediblt nonsensical it all was. Walked home at about T+10:00 and managed to get straight to sleep more or less after attempting to email people, d’oh!
A really positive night overall with much insight gained.
After the death of Hunter S.Thompson, myself (fairly experienced tripper) and a couple of friends, R and Ry (both had a lot of experience with mushrooms but none with acid) decided that the only fitting tribute would be an acid trip. Maybe it was just a justification of drug use, but a good one none the less. I hadn't taken acid in a couple of years, mainly because of the lack of availability in my area, but as it seemed to be abundant at the time it seemed to be perfect.
We procured 6 hits of Bart Simpson blotter, the image of Bart lying down on a skateboard as opposed to the traditional catapult blotter. The strength of which was supposed to be stronger than a lot around at the moment but not enough for a single tab to trip. I'd been told that 2-3 tabs were needed for a proper acid experience. Not wanting for my friends to have a mediocre/underwhelming experience for their first times I suggested that 2 tabs should be taken each, they both agreed. We had a free house for the experience and I thought that would be the best environment for my friends first time.
[T+0:00] At around 9pm the doses were taken, my friend Ry seemed reluctant to take both and suggested we had 1 each, I suggested 1 1/2 and we took the doses.
[T+0:30] I'm starting to feel it, am not sure about my friends but maybe it's just the fact that they don't know what to look out for. I suggest we have the other half tab we have left each as I am determined to trip hard tonight, R agrees wholeheartedly and eventually Ry sees the light. As the last half is put into my mouth the carpet seems to be covered in thousands of white ants, I sit back and wait gladly for the fun to begin.
[T+0:45] We're watching some television, waiting is not a fun part of any trip, both my friends seem to at least be feeling something. Laughter breaks out at anything even remotely funny, a big smile adorns my face as I realise what we're in for. Coming up like a motherfucker.
[T+1:00] My vision is kaleidoscoping and I start to feel detached from my body. Neither of my friends seem to feel as fucked as I do (They're both a fair bit bigger than me you see). The carpet is being carried all over the place by these white ants at this point and the TV screen is starting to freak me out a little bit. I suggest that music is a better idea than television. R had wired up his iPod to the stereo previously so we have 11 days worth of music to choose from. Some new order is put on and this improves my mood considerably. My jeans look like smoke is wisping all over them, it's beautiful in a strange way.
Word of warning, the trip report may get less detailed from this point on as everyone seemed to be completely plastered...
[+2:00] Everyone is fully up now, me and R are having many visuals, Ry feels really mashed but is not seeing much at all. The music is moved to something a little dancier and everyone starts to move around. My friends realise how fun it is to move around and develop Hunter S. style mannerisms. Everyone is swirling around and smiling widely and talking absolute bollocks. My friends thank me for introducing them to the drug, it makes me feel warm inside.
[+3:00 (although the times get much less precise from this time)] At some point it is decided that green tea would be a good idea. I manage to actually have an argument with a teabag that I was struggling to get out of a cup and "killed" it. I have never take 20-30 minutes to make a cup of tea before. After I realise (and everyone else realises) that I've just had an argument with a teabag we're all literally rolling around the floor laughing hysterically haha. It takes me another 10 minutes to manage o make myself drink this tea but when I do it tastes amazing, both the sweet and bitter sensations.
[+4:00ish] 2 many DJs are put on the stereo, I feel the need to lie down and be cozy and so wrap myself in a hoody and lie on the biggest sofa. For the next god knows how long I lie back and watch the room melt and dance around me. I have some of the most beautiful and vivid visuals I have ever had. The ceiling looks like liquid and swirls around, melting and dripping down the walls, I can barely tear myself away. The dark spots on the bricks of the fireplace are drifting all around and dancing with light flying down the mortal, everything with a magical glow around it. It sounds like a complete cliché but the music takes on a visual form and I can see each sound as a physical thing. I can feels waves of pleasure roll up my body similar to that of mdma but so much deeper. I curse myself for not seeking out more acid sooner.
[+5:00 - +7:00] The next couple of hours were amazing including dancing manically to psytrance and attempting to set up the game of life. The latter was a lot harder than it sounds. We went searching through cupboards for fun things to do and the game of life came up. After about 20 minutes of trying to set up the board I realized how futile out attempts were and began to rant about how stupid the game of life was and that we were playing it right now etc. Eventually ended up in my shouting and eating on of the “girls” from the game pack to teach it a lesson. I regretted this soon after as it made my throat feel weird for the rest of the trip. Eventually the idea of going to subway and trying to pay with game of life money came up, it wasn’t such a good idea hehe
.Everything after this becomes too hard to put a time on it. I remember trying to play an American football game on Xbox (being English and not knowing where to start with the rules) and finding it hysterical, shouting at the screen constantly and making up terms for different actions and committing fouls constantly. Another memory is telling Ry’s dog constantly that he didn’t understand because he was acting weird, then finally submitting that he now understood at the end of the night.
The night ended on good terms, the hallucinations diminished considerably and the laughter started again. Watched an old show on cable called Knightmare (a kids gameshow type of thing that’s pretty sinister) and laughed constantly at how incrediblt nonsensical it all was. Walked home at about T+10:00 and managed to get straight to sleep more or less after attempting to email people, d’oh!
A really positive night overall with much insight gained.
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