I have finally pieced together the bits of this night to write a report. This happened about 1 week ago, 2 or 3 days before new years...
Me, my friends S and L were chilling at my place at 6pm on a cold afternoon. It was lightly snowing with 3" or so on the ground, the temp was around 30F (-1C) which we considered warm this time of year (comparatively).
We had a few beers and watched Loaded Weapon, and laughed our asses off. Good movie for laughs with friends. I had a small substance collection I had been saving for new years. One thing I've learned about drinking is, it can lower my inhibitions a lot when it comes to taking more substances (and in general). After we all had 5-6 beers each, I take out my collection to show it off to S and L. L says "damn man, we should trip tonite! we dont have shit to do tomorrow! Do you S? "hell no" says S. "we should man" he said giving me a persuading look.
But I didn't need persuaded. This sounded like a perfect idea at the time. I suddenly got overenthusiastic. "Lets not just trip, lets do all kinds of shit!" I yell. This gets them all excited. Then we calm down and try to think up a rough plan. "I'm tired of tripping in here though.. we don't have much space and I felt a little clastrophobic my last trip" I point out. "LETS GO CAMPING!" S then yelled as if it was the best insight of his life. At first I say no, but soon I agree...
We walked to the store and bought some food and water. I brought my flashlight and stereo, a whole bunch of newspapers and some firestarters, tent, sleeping bags, etc. All the preparation took near 3 hours.
Finally around 10, we arrived at a camping spot, in the middle of nowhere which was about a half hour from my place. We set up camp, gather some wet snowy sticks and attempt to light a fire. We get a little weak one going with the help of firestarters. At this time the alcohol is wearing off and I start to feel like this is all a bad idea; not a good mindframe. But I play along...
Eventually, around 11, we each eat 2 hits of regular strength acid and smoke some weed to help kick it in. It was still snowing lightly, and the woods looked bright for nite time. Soon, I started to trip. It felt like more nervous energy this time. S and L were talking and laughing every once in a while but i was becoming quiet and felt a little isolated from them. Soon, as the acid worked on them, they also became quiet. S sat smoking a cigarette staring at the tiny fire we were struggling to maintain. L tried to gather some sticks, I helped.
I was seeing red visuals like strange gases float through the air, usually in my peripheral vision. I also started to feel very cold. I was shivering, despite my fairly warm clothes. The others mentioned this too so I suggested we do a few lines of K to numb us. We each took a large rail, about 100mg each. It hurt very badly, but soon it was taking me somewhere. We smoked another pipe and thats when things got very weird.
I felt like I was on the ground and the fire was huge, but really i was up in a chair, and when i realized I was, i would soon start "slipping" back down to ground level. I felt very different. My consciousness felt dreamy but everything felt and looked so real. S and L's faces were bending and warping. "Lets go in the tent" i say, to break the silence that had seemed to last an hour. We climb in and L forgets to take his shoes off first and gets slush and snow all over the bottom of the tent. Then S makes the negativity worse by saying "get those fucking shoes off or you can stay outside the rest of the night", then L responds "sorry," then mumbles "asshole".
I look at the time as we lay there. It was only 11:45! I thought it had been at least 1! time was dragging because this was not fun. I was cold and felt the burden of all the cleanup work that will need to be done. Also I was nervous that the acid hadn't nearly peaked yet and I was seeing some strong visuals for this early in the trip. The K seemed to add its own staticy visual flavor also, altering my perception of distance and focus; but the K's primary effect was on my ego; it made me depersonalized some.
We laid there in silence when suddenly we heard a loud growl noise not far away. I didn't have to ask if they heard it! We all took a gasp of air in with fear. "What the fuck was that?" S whispered, then pulled out a large knife. Him waving around a large knife in a small tent didn't make me feel safer about the situation. This is when I could say my trip went bad. We weren't safe anymore, and none of us were near able to drive out of there.
About 10 minutes after the first growl, we hear movement very close! Then S, the idiot jumps up, grabs the car keys out of the tent pocket and yells "LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" and jumps up, stabs a big hole in the tent while fumbling with the zipper with that damn knife still in hand, and takes off to the car without shoes or waiting for us. The car was parked about 100 feet away. Less than 10 seconds later we hear the car door open and slam shut while me and L were stuck with indecisiveness. We finally decided to zip shut the tent door, which had a huge slice through it, letting a noticable cold draft through it.
"Well we can stay here where the animal probably wont try to get in or we can run out there to the car and.. risk getting attacked" I finally whisper. We still heard some rustling, maybe 30 feet from the tent. If the car was to our Northwest, the sound was to our Northeast, so it wasn't far. It was loud, we could hear sticks breaking. I would have thought it was deer if we didnt hear the loud growl earlier. I was worried it was a bear, which are around these woods.
Then we got the shit scared out of us. The car horn started blowing like crazy! We didn't know if this was a signal he saw something or to come to the car or what! We look at each other and I see the fear in his eyes, he sees the same in mine.
I am in a panic. I am seeing mostly red, oddly what I see during a bad trip. L's face is swirling around, his eyes almost appearing to switch places with his mouth. But my intense adrenaline helps me remain somewhat sane. Then I get an idea. "Lets run out of the tent screaming deeply and loudly and that would probably scare whatever it is away!"
L shook his head. "that sounds crazy. This could get us killed".. those last words significantly shook me up. I could get attacked out here, I thought. Then we heard another low growl, about 50 feet from the tent! L grabbed my arm so hard it hurt. "Its going to smell our food!" L said. "Ok lets get the fuck out of here!" I whispered. "remember to growl like your crazy and mean!"
And we unzip the tent and run like crazy, in our socks, through the snow. Our screaming and yelling wasnt as deep as I hoped, we sounded kind of weak, but we made that 100 feet run in a very short time, even though it seemed long and scary. The cardoors were locked. Me and L banged on them. We both say "OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR" and L calls him a stupid piece of shit. He does about 10 LONG seconds later and laughs. L gets in the backseat and punches S who is in front right in the face fucking hard! I heard it loudly! "NOT FUNNY!" L yelled. S sat there holding and rubbing his jaw and didn't say a word. "No that wasn't S, you deserved that" I said.
***
We sat in the car with the heat on until morning. What a long and boring time, and i was in an introspective hellish trip, feeling anxiety about all points of my life and almost wishing I was dead. But as light came out, we saw it was clear. We did the miserable job of packing up the wet snowy stuff and got the hell out of there. S is bigger than us and more of a bully sometimes, but he never said a word to L about hitting him. L never mentioned it either. S had a huge black and blue mark on his face, and he still does today, about a week later. My friend T asked him what it was from and he said "I don't want to talk about it" and I had to hold back from laughing.
When I got back to my place I still felt trippy and weird, and mentally unstable, so I ate the last of my G collection- 3 grams and went into a nice mellow relaxed state of mind and got 4 hours of deep sleep.
This was more traumatic and trippy than I could ever describe. But this captures at least a good bit of what happened. I will never camp again in cold weather, and next time I do camp, I want to bring a gun. So that means I won't trip hard cause tripping and guns don't mix. But neither do big knives!
Me, my friends S and L were chilling at my place at 6pm on a cold afternoon. It was lightly snowing with 3" or so on the ground, the temp was around 30F (-1C) which we considered warm this time of year (comparatively).
We had a few beers and watched Loaded Weapon, and laughed our asses off. Good movie for laughs with friends. I had a small substance collection I had been saving for new years. One thing I've learned about drinking is, it can lower my inhibitions a lot when it comes to taking more substances (and in general). After we all had 5-6 beers each, I take out my collection to show it off to S and L. L says "damn man, we should trip tonite! we dont have shit to do tomorrow! Do you S? "hell no" says S. "we should man" he said giving me a persuading look.
But I didn't need persuaded. This sounded like a perfect idea at the time. I suddenly got overenthusiastic. "Lets not just trip, lets do all kinds of shit!" I yell. This gets them all excited. Then we calm down and try to think up a rough plan. "I'm tired of tripping in here though.. we don't have much space and I felt a little clastrophobic my last trip" I point out. "LETS GO CAMPING!" S then yelled as if it was the best insight of his life. At first I say no, but soon I agree...
We walked to the store and bought some food and water. I brought my flashlight and stereo, a whole bunch of newspapers and some firestarters, tent, sleeping bags, etc. All the preparation took near 3 hours.
Finally around 10, we arrived at a camping spot, in the middle of nowhere which was about a half hour from my place. We set up camp, gather some wet snowy sticks and attempt to light a fire. We get a little weak one going with the help of firestarters. At this time the alcohol is wearing off and I start to feel like this is all a bad idea; not a good mindframe. But I play along...
Eventually, around 11, we each eat 2 hits of regular strength acid and smoke some weed to help kick it in. It was still snowing lightly, and the woods looked bright for nite time. Soon, I started to trip. It felt like more nervous energy this time. S and L were talking and laughing every once in a while but i was becoming quiet and felt a little isolated from them. Soon, as the acid worked on them, they also became quiet. S sat smoking a cigarette staring at the tiny fire we were struggling to maintain. L tried to gather some sticks, I helped.
I was seeing red visuals like strange gases float through the air, usually in my peripheral vision. I also started to feel very cold. I was shivering, despite my fairly warm clothes. The others mentioned this too so I suggested we do a few lines of K to numb us. We each took a large rail, about 100mg each. It hurt very badly, but soon it was taking me somewhere. We smoked another pipe and thats when things got very weird.
I felt like I was on the ground and the fire was huge, but really i was up in a chair, and when i realized I was, i would soon start "slipping" back down to ground level. I felt very different. My consciousness felt dreamy but everything felt and looked so real. S and L's faces were bending and warping. "Lets go in the tent" i say, to break the silence that had seemed to last an hour. We climb in and L forgets to take his shoes off first and gets slush and snow all over the bottom of the tent. Then S makes the negativity worse by saying "get those fucking shoes off or you can stay outside the rest of the night", then L responds "sorry," then mumbles "asshole".
I look at the time as we lay there. It was only 11:45! I thought it had been at least 1! time was dragging because this was not fun. I was cold and felt the burden of all the cleanup work that will need to be done. Also I was nervous that the acid hadn't nearly peaked yet and I was seeing some strong visuals for this early in the trip. The K seemed to add its own staticy visual flavor also, altering my perception of distance and focus; but the K's primary effect was on my ego; it made me depersonalized some.
We laid there in silence when suddenly we heard a loud growl noise not far away. I didn't have to ask if they heard it! We all took a gasp of air in with fear. "What the fuck was that?" S whispered, then pulled out a large knife. Him waving around a large knife in a small tent didn't make me feel safer about the situation. This is when I could say my trip went bad. We weren't safe anymore, and none of us were near able to drive out of there.
About 10 minutes after the first growl, we hear movement very close! Then S, the idiot jumps up, grabs the car keys out of the tent pocket and yells "LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" and jumps up, stabs a big hole in the tent while fumbling with the zipper with that damn knife still in hand, and takes off to the car without shoes or waiting for us. The car was parked about 100 feet away. Less than 10 seconds later we hear the car door open and slam shut while me and L were stuck with indecisiveness. We finally decided to zip shut the tent door, which had a huge slice through it, letting a noticable cold draft through it.
"Well we can stay here where the animal probably wont try to get in or we can run out there to the car and.. risk getting attacked" I finally whisper. We still heard some rustling, maybe 30 feet from the tent. If the car was to our Northwest, the sound was to our Northeast, so it wasn't far. It was loud, we could hear sticks breaking. I would have thought it was deer if we didnt hear the loud growl earlier. I was worried it was a bear, which are around these woods.
Then we got the shit scared out of us. The car horn started blowing like crazy! We didn't know if this was a signal he saw something or to come to the car or what! We look at each other and I see the fear in his eyes, he sees the same in mine.
I am in a panic. I am seeing mostly red, oddly what I see during a bad trip. L's face is swirling around, his eyes almost appearing to switch places with his mouth. But my intense adrenaline helps me remain somewhat sane. Then I get an idea. "Lets run out of the tent screaming deeply and loudly and that would probably scare whatever it is away!"
L shook his head. "that sounds crazy. This could get us killed".. those last words significantly shook me up. I could get attacked out here, I thought. Then we heard another low growl, about 50 feet from the tent! L grabbed my arm so hard it hurt. "Its going to smell our food!" L said. "Ok lets get the fuck out of here!" I whispered. "remember to growl like your crazy and mean!"
And we unzip the tent and run like crazy, in our socks, through the snow. Our screaming and yelling wasnt as deep as I hoped, we sounded kind of weak, but we made that 100 feet run in a very short time, even though it seemed long and scary. The cardoors were locked. Me and L banged on them. We both say "OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR" and L calls him a stupid piece of shit. He does about 10 LONG seconds later and laughs. L gets in the backseat and punches S who is in front right in the face fucking hard! I heard it loudly! "NOT FUNNY!" L yelled. S sat there holding and rubbing his jaw and didn't say a word. "No that wasn't S, you deserved that" I said.
***
We sat in the car with the heat on until morning. What a long and boring time, and i was in an introspective hellish trip, feeling anxiety about all points of my life and almost wishing I was dead. But as light came out, we saw it was clear. We did the miserable job of packing up the wet snowy stuff and got the hell out of there. S is bigger than us and more of a bully sometimes, but he never said a word to L about hitting him. L never mentioned it either. S had a huge black and blue mark on his face, and he still does today, about a week later. My friend T asked him what it was from and he said "I don't want to talk about it" and I had to hold back from laughing.
When I got back to my place I still felt trippy and weird, and mentally unstable, so I ate the last of my G collection- 3 grams and went into a nice mellow relaxed state of mind and got 4 hours of deep sleep.
This was more traumatic and trippy than I could ever describe. But this captures at least a good bit of what happened. I will never camp again in cold weather, and next time I do camp, I want to bring a gun. So that means I won't trip hard cause tripping and guns don't mix. But neither do big knives!
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