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Bluelighter
Sorry if this isn't very descriptive, it's my first trip report....
Last night my bf and friends, Brandon and Sid, along with myself, each ate 2.5 hits of what was sold to us as lsd. There was no print on the paper, just plain white.
Before eating it, Brandon and Sid had gotten high, but my bf and I were not. However my bf is narcoleptic and is on an array of sleep aides and uppers (Adderal) all of the time. We had not prepared in anyway, the chance came up quite suddenly and we all had the free time to do it together, so we partaked as soon as we bought it. I was in a relaxed and content state of mind, and looking forward to tripping because I have only twice before and both times the acid was kind of weak.
We ate it at 10:50 pm, and not long after eating it, we all began to feel a little "funny". About an hour later, I was sure I was going to be tripping soon. My bf suggested putting in a movie, and this irritated me a little because I didn't want to spend my tripping sitting in front of a television. When he started putting in the DVD, I began putting on my shoes. I said I was going for a walk RIGHT NOW and asked if anyone could find my wallet so I had ID on me and a couple of bucks if I wanted to stop at 711. Instead of helping me find my wallet, everyone tried convincing me to wait a few minutes for my bf to come to grips with reality and come along, (we live in a college town, but about a 10 minute walk from campus in what is termed "darkside" because it isn't well lit and there aren't a lot of stores/activity) but I had to GO. So I put on my jacket and left. I'm usually not like this. I'm very flexible and not usually this determined to do what I want. I wasn't having any visuals or mindfucks...I just had to go.
When I got outside, I thought "I have nowhere to go....which really means I have everywhere to go....which means I'm already at everywhere and everywhere is where I want to be"....as I'm figuring this out, I'm hopping over traintracks towards the river, and then changing my mind and immediately hopping back over them and walking towards town. I wasn't confused, I was just directed and lost at the same time, which actually felt pretty good. I got back on the main road, cut through campus and towards 711. On the way, I had an amazing time with every step, just feeling euphoric and headtingley. I knew I was coming up pretty well, but still felt like I completely had my head with me and could compose myself. The other thing I noticed was an urge to talk to people. I'm normally socially anxious and avoid all unnecessary social interactions, but as I was walking and passing people, I nearly stopped to talk to everyone just to say "Hey, I know you're feeling a little weird since you're a guy walking behind a girl on a dark street late at night and you don't want to freak me out, but it's ok, you aren't", however, I wasn't tripping that hard YET. I did call my friend, Andi, who is pretty straight-laced and had hangups with drugs other than alcohol. But she doesn't care what others do and is fairly open-minded, plus I wanted to talk to someone. So I told her to meet me at 711 on her way around town barhopping. We met up, I talked gregariously to drunk people waiting in line, stopped an autistic boy I used to know (who goes to our uni but I hadn't seen him since middle school) because I knew he was understanding the craziness and uselessness of all of the social institutions going on like I was, however that actually made us both very awkward. Anyway, then I listened to Andi tell me about her night. At this point I came up HARD. I started getting wiggles and jitters. I was really hot and borderline freaking out, about to just drop all of my shit, not say anything and leave. But I stuck it out and it passed. Andi and I walked outside and stood around talking outside of the bar she was about to go into. I felt very good, very relaxed, very sure of myself, and also floaty and trippy. Then shit went a little wrong for a second when a car pulls up next to us, a shady looking guy jumps out and the car drives away....the guy walked over and asked "so do you lady know what's happening?". I immediately thought he might be asking if we knew of where he could get some drugs, as if maybe he could tell I was on one, so I said "No. No, we do not know what is happening." He got my drift, but said "no, I mean do you ladies want to go some where and hang out with me, maybe get some drinks?". I told him that wasn't going to happen and that we both had places to go, so we'll see him later. I had no problems letting him know that he was acting sketchy and to back off, but I was still scared shitless to walk 20 minutes home in the dark by myself after that. So I called my bf and he picked me up. By this point, my visuals were getting pretty intense. Colors were heightened, everything was pulsating, trees were dancing really flowingly in the wind, and there was a liquidy/melting feeling. We got back to the apt, and I had to lay down on the bed and smoke a cigg for a while. Everyone else was talking about how they were feeling and trying to figure out what drug it was because it wasn't lsd and felt kind of roll-y. They decided it was either 2ci or 2ce, but I didn't know or give a shit. They had all been smoking weed, but I had already decided that I didn't want to, and I was the only one not trying to label what was going on and predict what was going to happen, or try to "do something". They weren't getting many visuals, but some crazy things were happening for me. Sid's face was melting and bulging in places, the ceiling was swirling and dancing to music (Yonder MT String Band), and occasionally my whole reality would pound or tilt to one side for a second. I was having fun and content with everything, but a little annoyed that everyone else was stuck talking about the same thing over and over, getting nowhere.
By this point, it is around 1:30am and I've come up all of the way. I didn't feel roll-y physically, but had a similar mental state as when rolling, minus the ability to talk or relate well. We all had the feeling of a hair stuck in our mouth or on our face, and our stomachs were very unsettled and gass-y. Our jaws were shaking, as if shivering, so we all took a Mangesium vitamin, which helped.
*addin: I also had sex with my bf at one point while we had the apt to ourselves for a little while. I ended up having to stop it because I just couldn't get into it. It felt very independent and lonely. I just needed to be doing my own thing, and having sex at the time wasn't really sex...it was just a motion that was going on, and I didn't like that. (I don't like sex without emotion and connection, which was seemingly impossible at them time.)*
The night went on much the same without many shifts. There was a slight mindfuck, but nothing too intense. We ended up having a meditation session around 5:00am while listening to Alan Watts, hoping to help lead us towards sleep, but we ended up having to take some sleep aids (sonata) in order to pass out (around 7am).
I woke up at 3pm feeling groggy, but good. My head is still a little floaty, and I'm sleepy, but there was no comedown ( or it was slept thru).
I'll add anything if I remember...but that's a lot for now...
Last night my bf and friends, Brandon and Sid, along with myself, each ate 2.5 hits of what was sold to us as lsd. There was no print on the paper, just plain white.
Before eating it, Brandon and Sid had gotten high, but my bf and I were not. However my bf is narcoleptic and is on an array of sleep aides and uppers (Adderal) all of the time. We had not prepared in anyway, the chance came up quite suddenly and we all had the free time to do it together, so we partaked as soon as we bought it. I was in a relaxed and content state of mind, and looking forward to tripping because I have only twice before and both times the acid was kind of weak.
We ate it at 10:50 pm, and not long after eating it, we all began to feel a little "funny". About an hour later, I was sure I was going to be tripping soon. My bf suggested putting in a movie, and this irritated me a little because I didn't want to spend my tripping sitting in front of a television. When he started putting in the DVD, I began putting on my shoes. I said I was going for a walk RIGHT NOW and asked if anyone could find my wallet so I had ID on me and a couple of bucks if I wanted to stop at 711. Instead of helping me find my wallet, everyone tried convincing me to wait a few minutes for my bf to come to grips with reality and come along, (we live in a college town, but about a 10 minute walk from campus in what is termed "darkside" because it isn't well lit and there aren't a lot of stores/activity) but I had to GO. So I put on my jacket and left. I'm usually not like this. I'm very flexible and not usually this determined to do what I want. I wasn't having any visuals or mindfucks...I just had to go.
When I got outside, I thought "I have nowhere to go....which really means I have everywhere to go....which means I'm already at everywhere and everywhere is where I want to be"....as I'm figuring this out, I'm hopping over traintracks towards the river, and then changing my mind and immediately hopping back over them and walking towards town. I wasn't confused, I was just directed and lost at the same time, which actually felt pretty good. I got back on the main road, cut through campus and towards 711. On the way, I had an amazing time with every step, just feeling euphoric and headtingley. I knew I was coming up pretty well, but still felt like I completely had my head with me and could compose myself. The other thing I noticed was an urge to talk to people. I'm normally socially anxious and avoid all unnecessary social interactions, but as I was walking and passing people, I nearly stopped to talk to everyone just to say "Hey, I know you're feeling a little weird since you're a guy walking behind a girl on a dark street late at night and you don't want to freak me out, but it's ok, you aren't", however, I wasn't tripping that hard YET. I did call my friend, Andi, who is pretty straight-laced and had hangups with drugs other than alcohol. But she doesn't care what others do and is fairly open-minded, plus I wanted to talk to someone. So I told her to meet me at 711 on her way around town barhopping. We met up, I talked gregariously to drunk people waiting in line, stopped an autistic boy I used to know (who goes to our uni but I hadn't seen him since middle school) because I knew he was understanding the craziness and uselessness of all of the social institutions going on like I was, however that actually made us both very awkward. Anyway, then I listened to Andi tell me about her night. At this point I came up HARD. I started getting wiggles and jitters. I was really hot and borderline freaking out, about to just drop all of my shit, not say anything and leave. But I stuck it out and it passed. Andi and I walked outside and stood around talking outside of the bar she was about to go into. I felt very good, very relaxed, very sure of myself, and also floaty and trippy. Then shit went a little wrong for a second when a car pulls up next to us, a shady looking guy jumps out and the car drives away....the guy walked over and asked "so do you lady know what's happening?". I immediately thought he might be asking if we knew of where he could get some drugs, as if maybe he could tell I was on one, so I said "No. No, we do not know what is happening." He got my drift, but said "no, I mean do you ladies want to go some where and hang out with me, maybe get some drinks?". I told him that wasn't going to happen and that we both had places to go, so we'll see him later. I had no problems letting him know that he was acting sketchy and to back off, but I was still scared shitless to walk 20 minutes home in the dark by myself after that. So I called my bf and he picked me up. By this point, my visuals were getting pretty intense. Colors were heightened, everything was pulsating, trees were dancing really flowingly in the wind, and there was a liquidy/melting feeling. We got back to the apt, and I had to lay down on the bed and smoke a cigg for a while. Everyone else was talking about how they were feeling and trying to figure out what drug it was because it wasn't lsd and felt kind of roll-y. They decided it was either 2ci or 2ce, but I didn't know or give a shit. They had all been smoking weed, but I had already decided that I didn't want to, and I was the only one not trying to label what was going on and predict what was going to happen, or try to "do something". They weren't getting many visuals, but some crazy things were happening for me. Sid's face was melting and bulging in places, the ceiling was swirling and dancing to music (Yonder MT String Band), and occasionally my whole reality would pound or tilt to one side for a second. I was having fun and content with everything, but a little annoyed that everyone else was stuck talking about the same thing over and over, getting nowhere.
By this point, it is around 1:30am and I've come up all of the way. I didn't feel roll-y physically, but had a similar mental state as when rolling, minus the ability to talk or relate well. We all had the feeling of a hair stuck in our mouth or on our face, and our stomachs were very unsettled and gass-y. Our jaws were shaking, as if shivering, so we all took a Mangesium vitamin, which helped.
*addin: I also had sex with my bf at one point while we had the apt to ourselves for a little while. I ended up having to stop it because I just couldn't get into it. It felt very independent and lonely. I just needed to be doing my own thing, and having sex at the time wasn't really sex...it was just a motion that was going on, and I didn't like that. (I don't like sex without emotion and connection, which was seemingly impossible at them time.)*
The night went on much the same without many shifts. There was a slight mindfuck, but nothing too intense. We ended up having a meditation session around 5:00am while listening to Alan Watts, hoping to help lead us towards sleep, but we ended up having to take some sleep aids (sonata) in order to pass out (around 7am).
I woke up at 3pm feeling groggy, but good. My head is still a little floaty, and I'm sleepy, but there was no comedown ( or it was slept thru).
I'll add anything if I remember...but that's a lot for now...
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