TheSpade
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The original plan for this night was to go out, get pissed at the dingy student bar in town on £1 vodkas then head to a local nightclub. A friend (S) said he could get some Base/Speed so we decided we may aswell. I don't actually like Speed at all, it's a rubbish drug that keeps you awake far too long for my liking and the good effects are minimal for me but being young and stupid I decided I'd take some anyways. What I wanted to do was get on it early enough and not take a huge amount so that if we found nowhere to go after the club kicked out at 2:30pm I could have a decent chance of going home and sleeping.
The night kicked off about 7pm, the Vodkas turned into doubles and we were straight on the Speed (1G between 2), just taking small amounts out the wrap and swallowing them or mixing them into our drinks. Snorting this stuff was impossible because of it's pasty nature so we never tried. Fast forward a few hours and now there's about 6 of us still knockin back these cheap beverages and the Speed has been passed around to everyone in the group. They all decide they want more, somehow I've managed to retain my sensible head and decline, the stuff I've taken has as usual done nothing but make me feel alert and stop me getting pissed. I don't enjoy nightclubs when I'm not pissed. Between now and nightclub time I get a phonecall from my dealer telling me he has some Acid tabs for £4 each, I had bought a couple of tabs off him the week before. I hadn't tripped all that much but there was some nice visual effects and I wanted to take things further, I decided tonight was not the right situation to be trying substances I'm not familiar with especially with having taken Speed and drank lots of Vodka already. The local cheesy nightclub is never going to make a great place for your first proper trip anyway BUT I decided I'd go buy 10 of these tabs and me and another few mates would test them out during the week. Or so I thought!
It's now around 2:30am, the nightclub has finished and the night's been a bit of a disaster. Between leaving the dingy £1 Vodka student bar and the club ending I've witnessed around 3 possible fights between my mates and other groups, 3 people have been caught doing Speed in the toilets of a pub and one get's caught in the nightclub, held until police show up and charged with posession of a Class B drug. Obviously all this puts a real downer on the night and I think it's gotta be about time to head home and pray to god I can sleep sometime soon.
Thankfully were invited back to a house of a guy who used to work with us, he has no drink or drugs but we go anyway because it's better than everyone going home and failing to sleep. Soon as we get there one freund says we should try out the Acid, I'm reluctant because I know it's never gonna bond well with the Speed but my sensible head seems to disappear and we take a tab each. After 30/40 mins I notice slight trippyness, this house looks like it's designed to fuck with your mind on Acid, all the carpets and wallpapers are bright and swirly and look trippy enough without any substances in you. I wait awhile and nothing more seems to happen so I take another tab, wait a little longer (prob not long enough) and swallow my 3rd and final tab. To give you an idea of the timescale of this the first tab would have been taken around 3:30am and the 3rd around no later than 5:30am. Things quickly go fucked up from here.
First time I really notice I'm tripping is when I look in the mirror, my face is morphing to all different shapes and sizes. My face looks like all sort of different creatures and animals alike. I can feel the Acid rushing thru my body and taking over my mind. I can sense everything is about go mad. Now when I look at other people they're morhping and changing into horses, wizards, goblins and monkeys. All variety of different thing. My right arm feels like it's melted down and is stretching around the room. I'm now completely detached from reality, I feel like my mind is in control of me and not the other way round. I can't focus on anything "real" anymore as the whole room is completely alien, I can see where everyone in the room is but they don't look anything like they should. They're just big fucked up morphed images that look scary. Somebody mentions being caught in a trip for ever, never returning, spending the rest of your life trapped inside the fucked up thoughts of your mind. This sets me off down a bad path, I start to think I won't ever return from this scary place and I can't keep my mind off it. I keep asking over and over again if anybody else is tripping but all they say is "yeh a little but not much" or "I'm not sure". This freaks me out that I can be completely tripped out of my mind. Full blown hallucinations, mind thinking such fucked up thoughts and now my audio perception appears to be going fucked up. One minute I seem to be deaf in one ear, my hearing goes from quiet to loud and muffled all at the same time. Sounds don't sound as they should I can't even make out what people are saying anymore. My perception of sound, light, depth, distance have all gone tits up, walking a cross the room now poses a challenge as I can't really see where I'm going with all this shit going on in my field of vision. I really need to piss but am scared shitless to leave the room and go to the toilet alone coz I'm so fucked up and freaked out, I do anyway, slowly climbing the stairs one by one, the orange swirls of the carpet seem to be spinning. I reach the toilet door, pissing is hard coz of all the speed, my dick is shrivelled and I can't really remember HOW to piss there's just so much going on in my head. I manage eventually and make my way back downstairs. I lie down on the sofa with my eyes shut and a cushion laying on my chest, the cushion feels heavy like it's crushing me, all I want to do is lie here with my eyes shut and watch the colours but my mind feels like I'm on a roller coaster that's never coming back. I go with my mind but I feel that if I don't try and take some sort of control over the situation my mind will be lost forever, my body will no longer exist just my mind and the thought's so I keep snapping myself back to reality, which lasts a few seconds before the acid takes back over. I start to go into a really dark place of my mind, some things just shouldn't be unlocked, I tell myself that I'm in control and if I want a happy trip I can have a happy trip. I focus on the music, The Beatles "Number One" album is playing and has been on repeat the whole night, "All You Need Is Love" is playing, it's a happy song, when I listen to it I feel happy and the trip momentarily takes on a happy vibe. I can see a whole array of love, happiness and warmth manifesting it's self in images and colours. I remember feeling very horny, this produced some images of sex and debauchery in my mind, I could see all sorts of depraved sexual images and it turned me on a lot. The next couple of hours pass by and I'm still freaked and tripping hard when the unthinkable happens...my mate decides we have to leave...oh oh! I'm begging to be allowed to stay, send me away like this and I'll either take a taxi straight to A&E or go home to my parents house and do something I really regret. I convince my mate to come home wi me, even though my parents are gonna wonder why the hell were turning up at 7 in the morning all fucked up and uncoordinated, talkin shit and acting weird. Before I leave I rake thru the cupboards for some Valiums or something that will send me too sleep. I find some sleeping tablets of some sorts in the cupboard, my mate double checks the instructions and confirms they are actually sleeping pills and nothing else. I take a pill out of the packet, it appears to be massive, then I look again and it's tiny. I can't actually figure out how big this pills is as it changes constantly, I stick it in my jean pocket and plan to take it when I get home. Not sure how but I do actually manage to call a taxi, when it turns up I know it's gonna be a challenge to get out the house and safely home but it has to be done. The taxi arrives, the moment of thruth, to date the hardest thing I've ever had to do and all it consists of is walking out the front door and sitting in a car. I can't actually figure out how to open the front door so someones else does it, we descend towards the taxi slowly but surely. I get in the front and sit down forgetting to shut the car door behind me, interacting with a "real" person is tricky when you're like this and he's talking to me but I don't understand what about. I think he's telling me to shut the door but how can I why I can't even see where the handle is. Eventually the door is closed and were moving, I feel as if the driver is racing through the streets, all the other cars on the road look 2D and the music on the radio sounds like the strangest most fucked up music ever, I actually think what I'm hearing is real but realise later it was the Acid playing tricks on my mind. My poor fragile mind!
I don't know how I paid for the taxi...maybe I didn't but I'm home and successfully manage to make it into the house, my mate behind me. We creep up the stairs, a mission in it's self, and we're into my room, he puts on a DVD, Layer Cake I think I have no interest in it, I'm more worried about the "thing" standing in my wardrobe...oh no it's just a t-shirt...or is it? Fuck it I don't care, I'm taking this sleeping pill, it's in my jean pocket where I left it, I swallow it but don't tell my mate I have, 30mins pass and I don't know if this was placebo effect or not but I do feel as if the pill has taken the edge off the trip. My mind isn't racing away from me as much, it still on a rollercoaster it's just not as crazy, I feel more in control. I hear my mum outside of my room, I get up and I don't know what I say to her or why I even leave the room in this state but she doesn't seem to fussed about what's going on. She prob just think's I'm drunk again. I head back into the room, I've definitely stopped peaking now, the trip has levelled off and sanity is on the horizon I can feel it. I'm not gonna trip forever anymore I sense it, in a few hours all will be right again. The next few hours are spent with both me and my mate sitting on my bed, we say nothing most of the time, he just lays back relaxes and watches DVDs, I'm restless and cannot sit still. I lay down, shut my eyes, open my eyes, sit up, stand up, pace the room, sit back down, try and sleep, can't sleep, get up, walk around, rub my face, take a piss, sit back down, did I take a piss or not? Try again, get a piss this time, lay back down, this will all be over soon. Hopefully! I try and focus on the film, this actually helps me, focusing on something, even though I'm not following the story it helps keep my mind on track, everyones faces seem burnt and black, my mate has noticed this too which is strange. I'm begging to really get my mind back now, the mental part of the trip is fading fast, it's mostly visual distortions and fucked up patterns. I hear a plane overhead the house, might have been real, who knows. I can see light passing over the wall as if it's coming in the window and moving around, it makes no sense but then nothing this night has. I really just want to pass out and sleep now but the Speed won't let me, it's now 12 noon the next day approx 9hrs after the Acid was first dropped. This hasn't been a good night on any accounts. My mate decided to go home, he's stopped tripping pretty much and fancies sleep, what a great idea, sleep, I have work in a few hours. Unfortunately I can't sleep so I shower instead, I am in complete control of my thoughts now, I know this isn't gonna last much longer and I should be good for work. The shower refreshed me and makes me feel fresh. I decide against sleep now it'll only make me feel worse when I wake up and have to drag my arse out of bed. I sit around on the PC for the next few hours, chatting shit online to anyone who'll listen. I do eventually return to full normality and go off to work, my mind and body still a bit weird but work breezes by as I tell my story too anyone who listens. When I get home at 10pm that night I go straight to bed for a well deserved rest, I'm exhausted both mentally and physically.
I learnt a lot from this night, never jump straight into the deep end head first when it comes to ingesting previously untested substances and certainly don't mix them with stimulants. Set and setting are important when it comes to psychadelics, if your frame of mind ain't right then just leave well alone. Make sure you have somewhere to stay until the end of the trip, going home and facing parents isn't good. I don't think Acid is for me, won't be in a hurry to trip again after this, don't think if I'm cut out for it which this trip report testifies. So glad I didn't end up admitting myself to A&E or telling my parents what I'd done. This trip went wrong for me but it could have been hell of a lot worse. I'm gonna stick to Coke n Pills, you know where you are with them and I most definitely don't wanna touch Speed anytime soon...or ever to be precise but I've no doubt in my mind that it will rear it's ugly head again and will be taken and regretted in the morning all over again. This may be a bit long but hopefully if anyone's thinking of taking Acid or any other unknown substances then they make sure the time and place are right and don't go too overboard on the first time.
The night kicked off about 7pm, the Vodkas turned into doubles and we were straight on the Speed (1G between 2), just taking small amounts out the wrap and swallowing them or mixing them into our drinks. Snorting this stuff was impossible because of it's pasty nature so we never tried. Fast forward a few hours and now there's about 6 of us still knockin back these cheap beverages and the Speed has been passed around to everyone in the group. They all decide they want more, somehow I've managed to retain my sensible head and decline, the stuff I've taken has as usual done nothing but make me feel alert and stop me getting pissed. I don't enjoy nightclubs when I'm not pissed. Between now and nightclub time I get a phonecall from my dealer telling me he has some Acid tabs for £4 each, I had bought a couple of tabs off him the week before. I hadn't tripped all that much but there was some nice visual effects and I wanted to take things further, I decided tonight was not the right situation to be trying substances I'm not familiar with especially with having taken Speed and drank lots of Vodka already. The local cheesy nightclub is never going to make a great place for your first proper trip anyway BUT I decided I'd go buy 10 of these tabs and me and another few mates would test them out during the week. Or so I thought!
It's now around 2:30am, the nightclub has finished and the night's been a bit of a disaster. Between leaving the dingy £1 Vodka student bar and the club ending I've witnessed around 3 possible fights between my mates and other groups, 3 people have been caught doing Speed in the toilets of a pub and one get's caught in the nightclub, held until police show up and charged with posession of a Class B drug. Obviously all this puts a real downer on the night and I think it's gotta be about time to head home and pray to god I can sleep sometime soon.
Thankfully were invited back to a house of a guy who used to work with us, he has no drink or drugs but we go anyway because it's better than everyone going home and failing to sleep. Soon as we get there one freund says we should try out the Acid, I'm reluctant because I know it's never gonna bond well with the Speed but my sensible head seems to disappear and we take a tab each. After 30/40 mins I notice slight trippyness, this house looks like it's designed to fuck with your mind on Acid, all the carpets and wallpapers are bright and swirly and look trippy enough without any substances in you. I wait awhile and nothing more seems to happen so I take another tab, wait a little longer (prob not long enough) and swallow my 3rd and final tab. To give you an idea of the timescale of this the first tab would have been taken around 3:30am and the 3rd around no later than 5:30am. Things quickly go fucked up from here.
First time I really notice I'm tripping is when I look in the mirror, my face is morphing to all different shapes and sizes. My face looks like all sort of different creatures and animals alike. I can feel the Acid rushing thru my body and taking over my mind. I can sense everything is about go mad. Now when I look at other people they're morhping and changing into horses, wizards, goblins and monkeys. All variety of different thing. My right arm feels like it's melted down and is stretching around the room. I'm now completely detached from reality, I feel like my mind is in control of me and not the other way round. I can't focus on anything "real" anymore as the whole room is completely alien, I can see where everyone in the room is but they don't look anything like they should. They're just big fucked up morphed images that look scary. Somebody mentions being caught in a trip for ever, never returning, spending the rest of your life trapped inside the fucked up thoughts of your mind. This sets me off down a bad path, I start to think I won't ever return from this scary place and I can't keep my mind off it. I keep asking over and over again if anybody else is tripping but all they say is "yeh a little but not much" or "I'm not sure". This freaks me out that I can be completely tripped out of my mind. Full blown hallucinations, mind thinking such fucked up thoughts and now my audio perception appears to be going fucked up. One minute I seem to be deaf in one ear, my hearing goes from quiet to loud and muffled all at the same time. Sounds don't sound as they should I can't even make out what people are saying anymore. My perception of sound, light, depth, distance have all gone tits up, walking a cross the room now poses a challenge as I can't really see where I'm going with all this shit going on in my field of vision. I really need to piss but am scared shitless to leave the room and go to the toilet alone coz I'm so fucked up and freaked out, I do anyway, slowly climbing the stairs one by one, the orange swirls of the carpet seem to be spinning. I reach the toilet door, pissing is hard coz of all the speed, my dick is shrivelled and I can't really remember HOW to piss there's just so much going on in my head. I manage eventually and make my way back downstairs. I lie down on the sofa with my eyes shut and a cushion laying on my chest, the cushion feels heavy like it's crushing me, all I want to do is lie here with my eyes shut and watch the colours but my mind feels like I'm on a roller coaster that's never coming back. I go with my mind but I feel that if I don't try and take some sort of control over the situation my mind will be lost forever, my body will no longer exist just my mind and the thought's so I keep snapping myself back to reality, which lasts a few seconds before the acid takes back over. I start to go into a really dark place of my mind, some things just shouldn't be unlocked, I tell myself that I'm in control and if I want a happy trip I can have a happy trip. I focus on the music, The Beatles "Number One" album is playing and has been on repeat the whole night, "All You Need Is Love" is playing, it's a happy song, when I listen to it I feel happy and the trip momentarily takes on a happy vibe. I can see a whole array of love, happiness and warmth manifesting it's self in images and colours. I remember feeling very horny, this produced some images of sex and debauchery in my mind, I could see all sorts of depraved sexual images and it turned me on a lot. The next couple of hours pass by and I'm still freaked and tripping hard when the unthinkable happens...my mate decides we have to leave...oh oh! I'm begging to be allowed to stay, send me away like this and I'll either take a taxi straight to A&E or go home to my parents house and do something I really regret. I convince my mate to come home wi me, even though my parents are gonna wonder why the hell were turning up at 7 in the morning all fucked up and uncoordinated, talkin shit and acting weird. Before I leave I rake thru the cupboards for some Valiums or something that will send me too sleep. I find some sleeping tablets of some sorts in the cupboard, my mate double checks the instructions and confirms they are actually sleeping pills and nothing else. I take a pill out of the packet, it appears to be massive, then I look again and it's tiny. I can't actually figure out how big this pills is as it changes constantly, I stick it in my jean pocket and plan to take it when I get home. Not sure how but I do actually manage to call a taxi, when it turns up I know it's gonna be a challenge to get out the house and safely home but it has to be done. The taxi arrives, the moment of thruth, to date the hardest thing I've ever had to do and all it consists of is walking out the front door and sitting in a car. I can't actually figure out how to open the front door so someones else does it, we descend towards the taxi slowly but surely. I get in the front and sit down forgetting to shut the car door behind me, interacting with a "real" person is tricky when you're like this and he's talking to me but I don't understand what about. I think he's telling me to shut the door but how can I why I can't even see where the handle is. Eventually the door is closed and were moving, I feel as if the driver is racing through the streets, all the other cars on the road look 2D and the music on the radio sounds like the strangest most fucked up music ever, I actually think what I'm hearing is real but realise later it was the Acid playing tricks on my mind. My poor fragile mind!
I don't know how I paid for the taxi...maybe I didn't but I'm home and successfully manage to make it into the house, my mate behind me. We creep up the stairs, a mission in it's self, and we're into my room, he puts on a DVD, Layer Cake I think I have no interest in it, I'm more worried about the "thing" standing in my wardrobe...oh no it's just a t-shirt...or is it? Fuck it I don't care, I'm taking this sleeping pill, it's in my jean pocket where I left it, I swallow it but don't tell my mate I have, 30mins pass and I don't know if this was placebo effect or not but I do feel as if the pill has taken the edge off the trip. My mind isn't racing away from me as much, it still on a rollercoaster it's just not as crazy, I feel more in control. I hear my mum outside of my room, I get up and I don't know what I say to her or why I even leave the room in this state but she doesn't seem to fussed about what's going on. She prob just think's I'm drunk again. I head back into the room, I've definitely stopped peaking now, the trip has levelled off and sanity is on the horizon I can feel it. I'm not gonna trip forever anymore I sense it, in a few hours all will be right again. The next few hours are spent with both me and my mate sitting on my bed, we say nothing most of the time, he just lays back relaxes and watches DVDs, I'm restless and cannot sit still. I lay down, shut my eyes, open my eyes, sit up, stand up, pace the room, sit back down, try and sleep, can't sleep, get up, walk around, rub my face, take a piss, sit back down, did I take a piss or not? Try again, get a piss this time, lay back down, this will all be over soon. Hopefully! I try and focus on the film, this actually helps me, focusing on something, even though I'm not following the story it helps keep my mind on track, everyones faces seem burnt and black, my mate has noticed this too which is strange. I'm begging to really get my mind back now, the mental part of the trip is fading fast, it's mostly visual distortions and fucked up patterns. I hear a plane overhead the house, might have been real, who knows. I can see light passing over the wall as if it's coming in the window and moving around, it makes no sense but then nothing this night has. I really just want to pass out and sleep now but the Speed won't let me, it's now 12 noon the next day approx 9hrs after the Acid was first dropped. This hasn't been a good night on any accounts. My mate decided to go home, he's stopped tripping pretty much and fancies sleep, what a great idea, sleep, I have work in a few hours. Unfortunately I can't sleep so I shower instead, I am in complete control of my thoughts now, I know this isn't gonna last much longer and I should be good for work. The shower refreshed me and makes me feel fresh. I decide against sleep now it'll only make me feel worse when I wake up and have to drag my arse out of bed. I sit around on the PC for the next few hours, chatting shit online to anyone who'll listen. I do eventually return to full normality and go off to work, my mind and body still a bit weird but work breezes by as I tell my story too anyone who listens. When I get home at 10pm that night I go straight to bed for a well deserved rest, I'm exhausted both mentally and physically.
I learnt a lot from this night, never jump straight into the deep end head first when it comes to ingesting previously untested substances and certainly don't mix them with stimulants. Set and setting are important when it comes to psychadelics, if your frame of mind ain't right then just leave well alone. Make sure you have somewhere to stay until the end of the trip, going home and facing parents isn't good. I don't think Acid is for me, won't be in a hurry to trip again after this, don't think if I'm cut out for it which this trip report testifies. So glad I didn't end up admitting myself to A&E or telling my parents what I'd done. This trip went wrong for me but it could have been hell of a lot worse. I'm gonna stick to Coke n Pills, you know where you are with them and I most definitely don't wanna touch Speed anytime soon...or ever to be precise but I've no doubt in my mind that it will rear it's ugly head again and will be taken and regretted in the morning all over again. This may be a bit long but hopefully if anyone's thinking of taking Acid or any other unknown substances then they make sure the time and place are right and don't go too overboard on the first time.
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