indy goth kid A
Bluelighter
This is the first time I've written about my trip, so bear with me everyone.
A couple of weeks ago my girlfriend and I experienced AMT tripping for the first time. Aside from just acid, this is an amazing experience in my opinion.
Anyway, we didn't know what to expect, being our first time. We each swallowed 40mg, then decided we needed to go to the library. By the time we got there, it had been about a half an hour since taking the pills, and we already were feeling it. It hit me hard, as does X, or shrooms, or whatever it may be.
We tried to use the computers there to do some research but determined very quickly that we needed to leave. From there we were convinced we needed to make stew for that evening, but didn't have potatoes, which required a trip to the grocery store, yet another bad idea.
Anyway, we made it home safely. Once we got home we realized that neither of us had the ability to cut up our newly purchased Idaho spuds and we would need help, so we walked to a friend of ours who lived here in our apartment complex. We knocked on his door and got no answer, not realizing that some people might be sleeping at 10 in the morning. We decided we should walk around back and see if we could see anyone awake. I started to feel sick, so I sat on the steps outside and my girlfriend went on up to the back door, which was open. She went inside and crept up bedside and tapped on his forehead and said "we need help with potatoes" and then left. You can imagine his surprise. He didn't really wake up, just thought it was some screwed up dream.
We got back home and tried watching television, but it wasn't really holding much interest...
I had found a comfortable spot on the floor to melt, and then I saw the cat... our cat had walked behind me and brushed me with her tail, both terrifying and interesting me all at once. I decided to follow her down the hall to see what she was doing. The poor cat kept turning to me and meowing, but I could understand exactly what she was saying to me. People laugh when I tell this story, but it's not like she was speaking english, but I could totally understand what she was trying to say. I was completely in awe of her, and was convinced she was on something because her pupils looked alot like mine did at this point.
My girlfriend noticed I had disappeared and went to see what was going on. I was lying in the floor in the hallway, staring at the cat. I told her she was talking to me. The cat got scared and bolted into the bedroom, out of sight. I tried my best to explain what she was saying to me, and as I did this, she came walking back out from the bedroom... only this time I was convinced that this was a different cat, one that had stolen her collar and couldn't speak like the other could. A few minutes later she went back in the bedroom and came back out again, and this time I knew it was the same cat again...
Anyway, I'll wrap this up, I know it's kinda long. There is more to this story, we had a great time playing in the rain also. I know it's not a very smart thing to do either, especially if you're doing a substance you're not entirely familiar with, but a trip to the video store can be extremely entertaining... just be careful, everyone. AMT can effect two similar people very differently. We waited about 8 hours into it before we left the house again, so we knew how it was effecting us.
Anyway, thanks for listening!
[Edit: I changed the original title (AMT and my talking cat) to fit forum guidelines. -C22]
[ 15 July 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
A couple of weeks ago my girlfriend and I experienced AMT tripping for the first time. Aside from just acid, this is an amazing experience in my opinion.
Anyway, we didn't know what to expect, being our first time. We each swallowed 40mg, then decided we needed to go to the library. By the time we got there, it had been about a half an hour since taking the pills, and we already were feeling it. It hit me hard, as does X, or shrooms, or whatever it may be.
We tried to use the computers there to do some research but determined very quickly that we needed to leave. From there we were convinced we needed to make stew for that evening, but didn't have potatoes, which required a trip to the grocery store, yet another bad idea.
Anyway, we made it home safely. Once we got home we realized that neither of us had the ability to cut up our newly purchased Idaho spuds and we would need help, so we walked to a friend of ours who lived here in our apartment complex. We knocked on his door and got no answer, not realizing that some people might be sleeping at 10 in the morning. We decided we should walk around back and see if we could see anyone awake. I started to feel sick, so I sat on the steps outside and my girlfriend went on up to the back door, which was open. She went inside and crept up bedside and tapped on his forehead and said "we need help with potatoes" and then left. You can imagine his surprise. He didn't really wake up, just thought it was some screwed up dream.
We got back home and tried watching television, but it wasn't really holding much interest...
I had found a comfortable spot on the floor to melt, and then I saw the cat... our cat had walked behind me and brushed me with her tail, both terrifying and interesting me all at once. I decided to follow her down the hall to see what she was doing. The poor cat kept turning to me and meowing, but I could understand exactly what she was saying to me. People laugh when I tell this story, but it's not like she was speaking english, but I could totally understand what she was trying to say. I was completely in awe of her, and was convinced she was on something because her pupils looked alot like mine did at this point.
My girlfriend noticed I had disappeared and went to see what was going on. I was lying in the floor in the hallway, staring at the cat. I told her she was talking to me. The cat got scared and bolted into the bedroom, out of sight. I tried my best to explain what she was saying to me, and as I did this, she came walking back out from the bedroom... only this time I was convinced that this was a different cat, one that had stolen her collar and couldn't speak like the other could. A few minutes later she went back in the bedroom and came back out again, and this time I knew it was the same cat again...
Anyway, I'll wrap this up, I know it's kinda long. There is more to this story, we had a great time playing in the rain also. I know it's not a very smart thing to do either, especially if you're doing a substance you're not entirely familiar with, but a trip to the video store can be extremely entertaining... just be careful, everyone. AMT can effect two similar people very differently. We waited about 8 hours into it before we left the house again, so we knew how it was effecting us.
Anyway, thanks for listening!
[Edit: I changed the original title (AMT and my talking cat) to fit forum guidelines. -C22]
[ 15 July 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
