PRUCH
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Before I reflect on my trip, I feel as though I should make it clear that while I've been interested in psychedelics for a while I've only recently began to dip my
feet into these waters. My first trip ever occured approximately 6 days prior to this one. I dosed 2 tabs of what I was told was 2C-E, however upon further research I've discovered that a threshold dose of 2C-E would not fit on blotter paper. I still don't know for sure what it was I took but the tabs were of Marilyn Monroe, tasted quite bitter and caused localized numbness where I held them in my mouth. I concluded 25i-NBOMe and left it at that. All in all, it was the most intense experience of my life with several mindblowing visuals, an overall sensory overload and felt like what I would expect a combination of LSD and MDMA to be like (at the time I had never tried either). I emphasize this because being inexperienced (and I'd even go so far as to say ignorant), many aspects of this report may be misconceived on my part.
Despite my (limited) knowledge of rapid tolerance buildup and cross tolerance with psychedelics, I decided to invest in a single hit of what I was told was LSD 6 days after dosing 2 hits of another substance hoping that I would at least feel the effects of the drug. I was completely enthralled by my previous experience, and was eager to trip on the weekend regardless of how intense. Experienced trippers may frown upon this, but it's just my personality. I'll probably be spacing out my trips more in the future because of how less intense this was.
The tiny white rectangular paper was wrapped in a sandwich bag and had a single small blue dot on it. Not sure whether or not this is relevant, but the more details the better (and if what I dropped WASN'T Acid, I'd like to know
). I plopped the paper in my mouth under my tongue at 8:00pm, and because the tab wasn't artsy expected a bitter taste immediately indicative of bunk. Instead, to my amazement, it tasted like nothing (except maybe paper). I took this as a positive sign, proceeded to lick the shit out of the bag and eagerly awaited the come up.
It had gotten to be about T+45, and because I was already peaking by this time during my previous trip, I began to doubt I was going to feel anything at all. I was with a sober friend, and expressed my disappointment and wishing I had a bowl of cannabis to smoke. My mother (who didn't know I was tripping, because she doesn't approve and I pissed her off last time) was generous enough to let me and my friend (I'll call him "R2D2") smoke a bowl of hers between us. After taking a few hits, I took another and my trip literally peaked on the spot. Screw the fact that I was stoned, it was completely unnoticable to me.
The first thing I noticed was an INTENSE energy flowing through my entire body, particularly my legs. I was startled by how fast it hit me and how intense it really was, and I remember saying "Whoa! Dude, hurry up so we can go inside! I'm fucking tripping!" A similar phenomenon happened during my last trip, and the familiarity was comforting. I was uncontrollably restless, and I described this to R2D2 as an intense energy flowing through me that I felt as though I absolutely HAD to direct or focus on a particular activity in order to satisfy. The first thing I decided to do was get gum. It had to happen. Luckily my mom had a brand new 40ct package of gum and I proceeded to eat about half of it myself throughout the night because no matter how much gum was in my mouth it simply wasn't enough!
Next, the headspace. It was nowhere. This was so profound that I exclaimed out loud "Whoa, it's like I have absolutely no thoughts. My mind is completely empty." And that's exactly what it felt like. Like my head was an empty void and I had to CONSCIOUSLY "take in" or "register" stimuli or construct thoughts in order to fill it. I found this a little unnerving. I personally maintain the philosophy that every psychedelic experience has a purpose and that in order to get the most out of your trip you have to accept everything it throws at you (even the negative) and grow from it if possible. Bad trips are a result of rejecting the experience, wanting it to end, etc. I can easily change my thought process and ease anxious thoughts by reminding myself of that philosophy. The above mentioned headspace was paralleled by a moderate dissociative feeling, sort of like I was "stuck in my own mind". I've experienced something similar on a dose of ~250mg Dextromethorphan. My mind is empty, and it's my mission to fill it up.
During my quest to "fill up my mind", I found myself thinking...differently, to put it simply. I was making endless associations between objects, concepts, etc. and conveying them out loud to my sitter. I don't remember all the details, but I did notice myself saying/thinking "It's like...[insert scenario, object, etc. here]" quite a bit. I found myself noticing details I wouldn't normally pay mind to, finding uninteresting things interesting, and endlessly contemplating seemingly unimportant concepts. For example, a few times throughout my trip I'd look up at my ceiling and walk across it with my hands, completely mesmerized by how defined the texture was and how it seemed endless(ly deep) in an inexplicable way. Some minor visuals here, it seemed to shift ever so slightly as I stared at it. Additionally, I wore a "perma-smile" and found myself giggling a lot, many times for no apparent reason.
I was somewhat confused during the entirety of my trip (primarily during inactivity), sometimes doing nonsensical things for no reason at all just because it "seemed like a good idea" or going elsewhere to do something and forgetting what I intended to do. I remember constantly telling myself that "if someone was watching me [insert action I'm performing at the time here, for example "licking this fork"] they'd probably be laughing their ass off at how retarded I must look". My perception of time was distorted, and I remember saying "Oh my god, it's only 10:00? What the fuck? Holy shit." thinking my trip was nearly over when it had really only been about an hour. The clock blew me away every time.
Music. I loved music. Every song I'd listen to seemed to convey a deeper meaning, seemed to have an increased general significance. At certain times while listening to music I thought I could feel the sound waves surging through my body. I was immersed in it. I didn't get much in the area of auditory hallucinations/distortions, but while I was listening to one song I could hear it resonating from a completely different room, like my whole basement (my room is in my basement which is where the majority of the trip took place) was filled with music. To further explain this, music seemed to take on mass similar to the way you can't see air but you know it's physically there.
On that note, I did not notice any overwhelmingly profound visual effects. To summarize; colors were brighter, subtle tracers, textures looked "infinite" and crisp, inanimate objects at times seemed to take on animate features (I recognized a face in my floor, another in a bundled up blanket and a cat inside a pile of clothes), whilst looking closely at a peeled banana I was eating it seemed to sparkle as if covered with glitter (which I found ridiculously hilarious), I found that my vision was slightly blurred and if I focused hard enough on a particular texture or edged surface I could notice it start to flow or breathe. My phone in particular was flowing in a wavelike manner in the same way air seems to bend at a distance in hot weather. At times certain surfaces and rooms seemed to glow various colors. However the most significant visual (at least to me) I periodically saw in dark environments and appeared take on the form of an "eye", outlined by waves of various basic colors which continued to radiate outward.
Throughout my experience, this image would appear and disappear shortly after. For some reason, I felt that this image carried a complex meaning and was compelled to determine precisely what that meaning was. As the effects of the drug began to wear off (I knew it was wearing off and my peak was over because that "intense feeling" was gone just as it went during the come down of my previous trip) and being in the comedown/"afterglow" I contemplated further, I found the meaning of the eye to actually be quite simplistic: introspection. I believed that a part of my subconscious projected this image into my conscious sense of vision, and that it was a representation of the "mind's eye". My mind's eye. As I stared into it, it stared back into me. It's always there, constantly watching me. What I take from this is it's time for me to stop and take a moment to evaluate myself and where I stand in life; literally. For the longest time I've just been standing in place while the world moves forward around me. No goals, no direction, no motivation. Just living in the moment; oblivious and unconcerned about the future. I never really thought about my opinion of myself, and I think this trip was a major wake up call in that regard.
So that was my trip. It was far more mellow and less visual than my previous one. More of an internal contemplative mindfuck than anything, probably because I was tripping solo and not necessarily doing it for fun like last time.
feet into these waters. My first trip ever occured approximately 6 days prior to this one. I dosed 2 tabs of what I was told was 2C-E, however upon further research I've discovered that a threshold dose of 2C-E would not fit on blotter paper. I still don't know for sure what it was I took but the tabs were of Marilyn Monroe, tasted quite bitter and caused localized numbness where I held them in my mouth. I concluded 25i-NBOMe and left it at that. All in all, it was the most intense experience of my life with several mindblowing visuals, an overall sensory overload and felt like what I would expect a combination of LSD and MDMA to be like (at the time I had never tried either). I emphasize this because being inexperienced (and I'd even go so far as to say ignorant), many aspects of this report may be misconceived on my part.
Despite my (limited) knowledge of rapid tolerance buildup and cross tolerance with psychedelics, I decided to invest in a single hit of what I was told was LSD 6 days after dosing 2 hits of another substance hoping that I would at least feel the effects of the drug. I was completely enthralled by my previous experience, and was eager to trip on the weekend regardless of how intense. Experienced trippers may frown upon this, but it's just my personality. I'll probably be spacing out my trips more in the future because of how less intense this was.
The tiny white rectangular paper was wrapped in a sandwich bag and had a single small blue dot on it. Not sure whether or not this is relevant, but the more details the better (and if what I dropped WASN'T Acid, I'd like to know
). I plopped the paper in my mouth under my tongue at 8:00pm, and because the tab wasn't artsy expected a bitter taste immediately indicative of bunk. Instead, to my amazement, it tasted like nothing (except maybe paper). I took this as a positive sign, proceeded to lick the shit out of the bag and eagerly awaited the come up.It had gotten to be about T+45, and because I was already peaking by this time during my previous trip, I began to doubt I was going to feel anything at all. I was with a sober friend, and expressed my disappointment and wishing I had a bowl of cannabis to smoke. My mother (who didn't know I was tripping, because she doesn't approve and I pissed her off last time) was generous enough to let me and my friend (I'll call him "R2D2") smoke a bowl of hers between us. After taking a few hits, I took another and my trip literally peaked on the spot. Screw the fact that I was stoned, it was completely unnoticable to me.
The first thing I noticed was an INTENSE energy flowing through my entire body, particularly my legs. I was startled by how fast it hit me and how intense it really was, and I remember saying "Whoa! Dude, hurry up so we can go inside! I'm fucking tripping!" A similar phenomenon happened during my last trip, and the familiarity was comforting. I was uncontrollably restless, and I described this to R2D2 as an intense energy flowing through me that I felt as though I absolutely HAD to direct or focus on a particular activity in order to satisfy. The first thing I decided to do was get gum. It had to happen. Luckily my mom had a brand new 40ct package of gum and I proceeded to eat about half of it myself throughout the night because no matter how much gum was in my mouth it simply wasn't enough!
Next, the headspace. It was nowhere. This was so profound that I exclaimed out loud "Whoa, it's like I have absolutely no thoughts. My mind is completely empty." And that's exactly what it felt like. Like my head was an empty void and I had to CONSCIOUSLY "take in" or "register" stimuli or construct thoughts in order to fill it. I found this a little unnerving. I personally maintain the philosophy that every psychedelic experience has a purpose and that in order to get the most out of your trip you have to accept everything it throws at you (even the negative) and grow from it if possible. Bad trips are a result of rejecting the experience, wanting it to end, etc. I can easily change my thought process and ease anxious thoughts by reminding myself of that philosophy. The above mentioned headspace was paralleled by a moderate dissociative feeling, sort of like I was "stuck in my own mind". I've experienced something similar on a dose of ~250mg Dextromethorphan. My mind is empty, and it's my mission to fill it up.
During my quest to "fill up my mind", I found myself thinking...differently, to put it simply. I was making endless associations between objects, concepts, etc. and conveying them out loud to my sitter. I don't remember all the details, but I did notice myself saying/thinking "It's like...[insert scenario, object, etc. here]" quite a bit. I found myself noticing details I wouldn't normally pay mind to, finding uninteresting things interesting, and endlessly contemplating seemingly unimportant concepts. For example, a few times throughout my trip I'd look up at my ceiling and walk across it with my hands, completely mesmerized by how defined the texture was and how it seemed endless(ly deep) in an inexplicable way. Some minor visuals here, it seemed to shift ever so slightly as I stared at it. Additionally, I wore a "perma-smile" and found myself giggling a lot, many times for no apparent reason.
I was somewhat confused during the entirety of my trip (primarily during inactivity), sometimes doing nonsensical things for no reason at all just because it "seemed like a good idea" or going elsewhere to do something and forgetting what I intended to do. I remember constantly telling myself that "if someone was watching me [insert action I'm performing at the time here, for example "licking this fork"] they'd probably be laughing their ass off at how retarded I must look". My perception of time was distorted, and I remember saying "Oh my god, it's only 10:00? What the fuck? Holy shit." thinking my trip was nearly over when it had really only been about an hour. The clock blew me away every time.
Music. I loved music. Every song I'd listen to seemed to convey a deeper meaning, seemed to have an increased general significance. At certain times while listening to music I thought I could feel the sound waves surging through my body. I was immersed in it. I didn't get much in the area of auditory hallucinations/distortions, but while I was listening to one song I could hear it resonating from a completely different room, like my whole basement (my room is in my basement which is where the majority of the trip took place) was filled with music. To further explain this, music seemed to take on mass similar to the way you can't see air but you know it's physically there.
On that note, I did not notice any overwhelmingly profound visual effects. To summarize; colors were brighter, subtle tracers, textures looked "infinite" and crisp, inanimate objects at times seemed to take on animate features (I recognized a face in my floor, another in a bundled up blanket and a cat inside a pile of clothes), whilst looking closely at a peeled banana I was eating it seemed to sparkle as if covered with glitter (which I found ridiculously hilarious), I found that my vision was slightly blurred and if I focused hard enough on a particular texture or edged surface I could notice it start to flow or breathe. My phone in particular was flowing in a wavelike manner in the same way air seems to bend at a distance in hot weather. At times certain surfaces and rooms seemed to glow various colors. However the most significant visual (at least to me) I periodically saw in dark environments and appeared take on the form of an "eye", outlined by waves of various basic colors which continued to radiate outward.
Throughout my experience, this image would appear and disappear shortly after. For some reason, I felt that this image carried a complex meaning and was compelled to determine precisely what that meaning was. As the effects of the drug began to wear off (I knew it was wearing off and my peak was over because that "intense feeling" was gone just as it went during the come down of my previous trip) and being in the comedown/"afterglow" I contemplated further, I found the meaning of the eye to actually be quite simplistic: introspection. I believed that a part of my subconscious projected this image into my conscious sense of vision, and that it was a representation of the "mind's eye". My mind's eye. As I stared into it, it stared back into me. It's always there, constantly watching me. What I take from this is it's time for me to stop and take a moment to evaluate myself and where I stand in life; literally. For the longest time I've just been standing in place while the world moves forward around me. No goals, no direction, no motivation. Just living in the moment; oblivious and unconcerned about the future. I never really thought about my opinion of myself, and I think this trip was a major wake up call in that regard.
So that was my trip. It was far more mellow and less visual than my previous one. More of an internal contemplative mindfuck than anything, probably because I was tripping solo and not necessarily doing it for fun like last time.
