I thought I was impervious to bad trips; having shroom'ed out and fried on acid a couple of times.
I never knew what tripping really was--;
See, I assumed that when you trip, the hills of the waves are the intense visuals and the valleys are when you're considering yourself getting sober.
Then I ate 2 grams of extremely, extremely potent cubensis.
Now I know that the VALLEYS, where you can still move around and look at your intense visuals and talk and stuff, thats where they are. The hills, are the trip.
I was in the park sitting on a bench tripping out with my GF, when all of a sudden the interestingness of the trees melting together and reaching for me and stuff took on a new level: I lost my body completely, the world was changed, me and her both felt it at the same time, we laughed, we cried for a second, and the feelings seemed to zoom back and forth as we tried to figure out exactly what the FUCK was going on. Then this feeling left me, and I was able to walk again, so we cruised down the hill towards one of the entrances to the park. We met up with a couple kids that were down there and explained we were shroomin', they started doing funny things and all was well. I thought I was on another 'hill', like before, seeing intense, beyond comprehension visuals, but I was in for something different. The peak of the trip hadn't even hit yet:
And this is where it turned bad.
A bunch of little shithead kids started racing by on there bikes, saying they lit a bomb off in front of a house for kicks, and the cops might come to the park looking for them. Of course I started to get a little freaked out, and my emotional euphoria took a nosedive. Within minutes as the peak blasted out of the atmosphere my world melted, my girlfriend dissapeared and the two kids standing there became complete hallucinations, saying repetetive phrases and doing impossible things right in front of me, and everything shattered into complete darkness. I was told later that I just fell on the ground saying "this is what it feels like to die." i was in intense pain, tasting blood, my teeth were non existent: having never tripped THIS hard, I assumed I had been hit by a car doing something stupid, and I was hallucinating all of this.
It was an extremely painful experience, and even when I the peak subsided and I could kinda tell that we were still in the park and saw new faces and stuff whats again, sitting around me and my girlfriend smoking cigarettes and talking, my mind was so shattered that I couldn't recover. The rest of the trip was spent still thinking I was in the hospital being operated on, and only when I became sober did I realize what happened. I completely forgot that whole above part of the trip; the mind-shattering experience blocked itself out.
The only way I remembered that was when I took acid again a few days ago, I remembered suddenly the absurdity and intensity of the hallucinations I saw while having the bad trip.
I had a good trip on acid because I realized that its feelings that make it good and sensible, if you have anything on your mind (set) or if you're in an uncomfrtable place (setting); you'll put yourself into a mindfuck that is all too real and all too frightening.
The visuals and swirlies and whatnot are just a cool addition to tripping, not the main thing you take mushrooms/LSD for; like I assumed. Stupid stupid me.
