I've had some experiences since I've been away that changed my life. This is one of them. When I bought this sheet, the person who I obtained it from warned me that the doses were some of the best he's ever had. Granted he is an oldschool head, I figured he was just trying to make his money or make me feel better about giving him mine (was a tad bit more expensive than normal, but I figured he was just goin through a rough time or something). The blotter was perforated, plain, bright pink hits. By the time I decided to eat some I only had 48 hits left and had recieved numerous calls of people commenting on the quality of the doses, so I was looking forward to eating some. Well, me and one of my best buddies rented this pretty expensive hotel room and decided to eat them that night. My girl was with me and his girl was with him. They're really layed back, cool cats to chill with. If I'm around people I feel pretty close to then I don't have a problem dropping a lot of doses. I've also dosed a lot of doses with my buddy before. Anyways, I'd planned to dose with these kids and hit up this little outdoor party downtown, but plans changed once everyone got to the hotel.
We all decided to eat 7 hits off the rip. We all sit around and bullshit for about 25 minutes until we start feeling the beginning effects. I get really nausious and end up going to the bathroom and puking. My buddy's girl goes in after me and we can hear her dry heaving. When it hit, it hit like a ton of bricks. My buddy asked me how many hits I had left and I told him I had 20 hits left. Him and I are alike in the fact that we're both extremists and have both tripped really hard together in the past (which we kinda share some kind of bond because of). He approaches the idea of taking more kind of jokingly, but I can tell he's serious and I was thinking about bringing it up a minute or so before he did. As we're talking about it I'm looking above us and maybe a foot or so over our heads, between us and the celing, I see some transparent but defined geometrical patterns with tints of green and blue rotating in unison. I tell him I'd like to eat some more, but if we do I think it'd be a good idea to stay put for a while. Since we're already tripping pretty hard, the girls ask us if we're fucking serious. We all talk about it, and end up coming to the conclusion that we're all going to eat 5 more hits a piece.
Usually I eat a low dose of benzos with my LSD if I'm dropping a large dose, simply to ease some of the anxiety and body load. At this point I've been off benzos for about 7 months. I had a monsterous benzo and opiate habit before, so I figured it probably wouldn't be a good idea to eat any benzos with the doses, no matter what the reason. We all drop 5 more doses and wash them down with some orange soda. We're all pretty spaced out and as I start to feel the effects of the initial 7 hits more and more, I realize that we're all in for a pretty crazy ride in which I don't picture us talking a whole lot (considering the 5 hits haven't even started kicking in yet and everyone is kind of in a "stuck" trance state of watching the room start to morph around us.) I'm laid back on the bed enjoying the visuals that are getting more intense when I realize it's getting harder and harder to stop them. Earlier in the trip I was able to stop them or lower their intensity drastically by intentionally trying to concentrate on something else.
Randomly, his girl hops up and decides she wants to get in the hot tub (which is in the middle of the room, has green lights shining down on it from the celing, and green marble steps coming down from the top of it all the way around. She changes into a bathing suite and I ask my girl, who is laying on the bed, if she wants to get in. She makes some comment about feeling like it's hard to talk, and how it would be harder to move around, so I drop it. Now this is where the crazy shit starts to happen. His girl is chillin in the hot tub and I sit up and start to look around. I'm not sure at what point we made eye contact but when it happened I got total tunnel vision and completely zoned out of reality. The best way I can describe it is like being able to see directly into her mind. I could see the thoughts she was having and she could see the ones I was having. At some point there was an awareness between the both of us that we were for the lack of better words "inside each other's minds". It's hard to describe, but we started communicating back and forth about a lot of things, some really sexual. There was even a point where I felt like me and her were almost fucking in our heads. Like, I could feel it (which I'm not sure how happened, because I was never especially attracted to her and I always respect my boys. I mean, she's an attractive girl, it just wasn't like that).
I felt like this had been going on for hours and hours, as we had communicated about so many things, when all of the sudden I felt like the room around me had been compressed the whole time to fit around my tunnel vision and as quickly as someone could snap their fingers it decompressed and I was sucked back into reality. I looked at her and it felt as though I'd known her forever and we were closer than me and my boy or me and my girl (in actuality I knew my boy and my girl much better than her. They had only hooked up since he'd been gone to college. I kinda grew up with my boy and my girl.) I looked around in disbelief of what had just happened. I was breathing hard, my heart rate was up, and I was sweating profusely. She took one look at me, got up out of the hot tub, and walked to the bathroom without saying anything. I was questioning myself as to wether I was tripping hard enough to fabricate all of this in my mind, and if there really was any connection at all. I definitely was tripping hard enough, but I had this feeling deep down that she had a big part in what just happened.
My mind is somewhere way in left field. I look at the lamp on one of the nightstands and watch it slowly take on a liquid form that moves from top to bottom and eventually starts almost melting. The walls are a dark green color normally, but when I look at them they appear to be changing colors in waves, all dark shades of blue, orange, red, grey, brown, and black. I look across the room (which is big anyways, but now it looks almost 3x it's actual size) at my buddy, who is sitting at this table beside the bar. Me and him are pretty tight, so I figure I'm going to try to explain what just happened to him. I sit down across the table and he looks up at me. I tell him that I'm pretty sure this is going to sound crazy, and then try to explain myself. Somehow, in the midst up being completely spun and getting into my story, I must have said something with a sexual reference to her because when I looked up he was giving me this pissed off "What the fuck are you talking about?" stare. I'm trying to defend myself and explain somehting that intense at the same time. It was difficult, so eventually between sentences there would be a silence while I was thinking.
Finally he sits back in the chair and asks me why I'm doing this. I tell him it wasn't something I could control and he says "Nothing fucking happened! You must be really fucking spun!" and starts laughing at me. I tell him I'm not spun enough to completely fabricate all of that (with a little doubt in my words). He tells me that obviously I am. About this time she comes walking out of the bathroom, fully dressed. He says "I know a way we can solve and smash all this right now." He proceeds to ask her if she knows anything about what I'm "rambling" about. She says she doesn't know what I'm talking about. He looks back at me and says "You see, you're really fucking off your rocks. You should be thankful I'm not going to say anything to either of them about everything you just said to me." At this point I'm getting completely frustrated and kind of pissed off. I look at her and she looks away immediately. I know she's lying. I feel it in my soul. I'm so confident that I look at her and say "You're not going to sit there and make me look like a fucking asshole. You don't have to go into any detail, but at least acknowledge that something you can't explain happened." My buddy looks at her and she says "Ok, so something really fucked up, completely unexplainable, and completely uncontrollable happened."
At this point I look at my girl and she's starting to cry. She's has no idea what's going on and is so looped that she's only understanding certain parts of our conversation and thinks me and this girl have physically fucked around. I'm seriously regretting saying anything to my homeboy about what happened. His girl tells him that she got tunnel vision, me and her had this wild connection that she doesn't remember all of, and that it would be almost impossible to explain if it didn't happen to you. He's looking at us both like "What the fuck...." I say "Why the fuck would I make that up?" and go lie down on the bed and try to calm down my girl and halfway explain what happened. I get her laughing and smiling, and proceed to go outside and smoke a ciggarette. I feel like everything is animated and I'm stuck inside a cartoon. I decide I need to get away from the room for a couple minutes and maybe give my boy and his girl time to talk and simmer down because I kind of unintentionally made that into an issue that hightened everyone's emotions.
Me and my girl get in the car and I plan on driving 3 blocks to pick up some Dairy Queen. This ends up turning into a huge, complicated deal. As we're driving down the street I'm literally seeing what appears to be gigantic mosquitos or flies flying towards our windows and either disappearing or moving at the last minute. The grass in the median is pouring into the street. The Dairy Queen sign has really changed. There's someone inside the speaker at the drive through. Our car is floating about 5 feet off the ground. There's a bailing machine inside Dairy Queen, The sky (even though it's night) is getting closer to us by the second. The asphalt and concrete are lifting off the ground into vertical walls, turning a transparent green, and wrapping around every object in sight (including people). Everyone knows we're completely fucked up.
When we get back to the hotel it seems like we've been gone forever and we're laughing (most of the time I was gone I had this nagging feeling that I needed to get back and if I didn't that something was going to happen while we were out, so I was relieved). My homeboy tells me to come over there and sit down. I do, we start talking, and we're tripping balls. I can barely make out his body. It's starting to blend in with the room a little, so I try to concentrate on his eyes. He does the same with me, and we get into a deep conversation. I notice a lot of anxiety and body load and try to relax and let go of reality as much as possible. When I do this, between our sentences I feel as though I can tell what he's thinking as he's formulating what he's going to say in his mind. I start responding to things I believe he is thinking. I stop myself and say "Are you getting this too?" and he says "Yep". Something somewhat similar to this happened to me before on a large dose of acid, but not to the extent or intensity. After talking with him for what seemed to be about 5 minutes he started being able to finish sentences that were coming out of my mouth before I could get the words out. He would quote what I was about to say, word for word, and vica versa. This freaked me out. Eventually we got to a point where we could not say a word out loud and be reading each other's thoughts. Every few minutes I would say something about it out loud just to see if we were on the same page, and we were. We were communicating on a completely different level, and since it was thought and you didn't have to take the time to say it, it was fast. Super fast. I was in awe. I couldn't believe what was happening. I just kept saying "This is fucking crazy, shit like this isn't possible."
We look away from each other to notice both of the girls sitting around the table watching what's going on in amazement. We would finish sentences for each other and they that that was the coolest shit ever. Anyways, it was getting so intense that I was finding myself having trouble holding my head up and really wanting to lay back. I go and crash on the floor and my girl lays beside me. Both of them go and crash on the other side of the room, with the bed between us and them. After laying there for a minute and thinking about the people in the room, words almost start to pop into my head. Me and my girl get the same connection me and my homeboy had, without even looking at each other. We're reading each other's mind. I picture my homeboy and his girl and I can read their minds as well, they're speaking with each other as him and I were. After about 30 minutes of lying there we're all conversating without speaking and without seeing each other from across the room. When I open my eyes to look at one of them, their skin is almost blending into the room and I find it confusing. It's probably the craziest shit that's ever happened to me. My mind was so scrambled and so out there, yet I was able to communicate with everyone in the room simply by concentrating on them in my head. That went on for the duration of all of our trips. I know those three people better than anyone (I'd say better than family members I've grown up around).
The next day we all spoke about what happened that night and all remembered details of it. It gives me cold chills thinking about it. If you would have told me this shit happened to you before I had this experience, I'm the type that probably would have called you a liar or tried to tell you that you fabricated it in your head. That's simply not the case. Things I thought would never be possible are possible. It can take you to a place you didn't think existed, and show you things you can't even fathom right now. It's stronger than we can even begin to understand.
We all decided to eat 7 hits off the rip. We all sit around and bullshit for about 25 minutes until we start feeling the beginning effects. I get really nausious and end up going to the bathroom and puking. My buddy's girl goes in after me and we can hear her dry heaving. When it hit, it hit like a ton of bricks. My buddy asked me how many hits I had left and I told him I had 20 hits left. Him and I are alike in the fact that we're both extremists and have both tripped really hard together in the past (which we kinda share some kind of bond because of). He approaches the idea of taking more kind of jokingly, but I can tell he's serious and I was thinking about bringing it up a minute or so before he did. As we're talking about it I'm looking above us and maybe a foot or so over our heads, between us and the celing, I see some transparent but defined geometrical patterns with tints of green and blue rotating in unison. I tell him I'd like to eat some more, but if we do I think it'd be a good idea to stay put for a while. Since we're already tripping pretty hard, the girls ask us if we're fucking serious. We all talk about it, and end up coming to the conclusion that we're all going to eat 5 more hits a piece.
Usually I eat a low dose of benzos with my LSD if I'm dropping a large dose, simply to ease some of the anxiety and body load. At this point I've been off benzos for about 7 months. I had a monsterous benzo and opiate habit before, so I figured it probably wouldn't be a good idea to eat any benzos with the doses, no matter what the reason. We all drop 5 more doses and wash them down with some orange soda. We're all pretty spaced out and as I start to feel the effects of the initial 7 hits more and more, I realize that we're all in for a pretty crazy ride in which I don't picture us talking a whole lot (considering the 5 hits haven't even started kicking in yet and everyone is kind of in a "stuck" trance state of watching the room start to morph around us.) I'm laid back on the bed enjoying the visuals that are getting more intense when I realize it's getting harder and harder to stop them. Earlier in the trip I was able to stop them or lower their intensity drastically by intentionally trying to concentrate on something else.
Randomly, his girl hops up and decides she wants to get in the hot tub (which is in the middle of the room, has green lights shining down on it from the celing, and green marble steps coming down from the top of it all the way around. She changes into a bathing suite and I ask my girl, who is laying on the bed, if she wants to get in. She makes some comment about feeling like it's hard to talk, and how it would be harder to move around, so I drop it. Now this is where the crazy shit starts to happen. His girl is chillin in the hot tub and I sit up and start to look around. I'm not sure at what point we made eye contact but when it happened I got total tunnel vision and completely zoned out of reality. The best way I can describe it is like being able to see directly into her mind. I could see the thoughts she was having and she could see the ones I was having. At some point there was an awareness between the both of us that we were for the lack of better words "inside each other's minds". It's hard to describe, but we started communicating back and forth about a lot of things, some really sexual. There was even a point where I felt like me and her were almost fucking in our heads. Like, I could feel it (which I'm not sure how happened, because I was never especially attracted to her and I always respect my boys. I mean, she's an attractive girl, it just wasn't like that).
I felt like this had been going on for hours and hours, as we had communicated about so many things, when all of the sudden I felt like the room around me had been compressed the whole time to fit around my tunnel vision and as quickly as someone could snap their fingers it decompressed and I was sucked back into reality. I looked at her and it felt as though I'd known her forever and we were closer than me and my boy or me and my girl (in actuality I knew my boy and my girl much better than her. They had only hooked up since he'd been gone to college. I kinda grew up with my boy and my girl.) I looked around in disbelief of what had just happened. I was breathing hard, my heart rate was up, and I was sweating profusely. She took one look at me, got up out of the hot tub, and walked to the bathroom without saying anything. I was questioning myself as to wether I was tripping hard enough to fabricate all of this in my mind, and if there really was any connection at all. I definitely was tripping hard enough, but I had this feeling deep down that she had a big part in what just happened.
My mind is somewhere way in left field. I look at the lamp on one of the nightstands and watch it slowly take on a liquid form that moves from top to bottom and eventually starts almost melting. The walls are a dark green color normally, but when I look at them they appear to be changing colors in waves, all dark shades of blue, orange, red, grey, brown, and black. I look across the room (which is big anyways, but now it looks almost 3x it's actual size) at my buddy, who is sitting at this table beside the bar. Me and him are pretty tight, so I figure I'm going to try to explain what just happened to him. I sit down across the table and he looks up at me. I tell him that I'm pretty sure this is going to sound crazy, and then try to explain myself. Somehow, in the midst up being completely spun and getting into my story, I must have said something with a sexual reference to her because when I looked up he was giving me this pissed off "What the fuck are you talking about?" stare. I'm trying to defend myself and explain somehting that intense at the same time. It was difficult, so eventually between sentences there would be a silence while I was thinking.
Finally he sits back in the chair and asks me why I'm doing this. I tell him it wasn't something I could control and he says "Nothing fucking happened! You must be really fucking spun!" and starts laughing at me. I tell him I'm not spun enough to completely fabricate all of that (with a little doubt in my words). He tells me that obviously I am. About this time she comes walking out of the bathroom, fully dressed. He says "I know a way we can solve and smash all this right now." He proceeds to ask her if she knows anything about what I'm "rambling" about. She says she doesn't know what I'm talking about. He looks back at me and says "You see, you're really fucking off your rocks. You should be thankful I'm not going to say anything to either of them about everything you just said to me." At this point I'm getting completely frustrated and kind of pissed off. I look at her and she looks away immediately. I know she's lying. I feel it in my soul. I'm so confident that I look at her and say "You're not going to sit there and make me look like a fucking asshole. You don't have to go into any detail, but at least acknowledge that something you can't explain happened." My buddy looks at her and she says "Ok, so something really fucked up, completely unexplainable, and completely uncontrollable happened."
At this point I look at my girl and she's starting to cry. She's has no idea what's going on and is so looped that she's only understanding certain parts of our conversation and thinks me and this girl have physically fucked around. I'm seriously regretting saying anything to my homeboy about what happened. His girl tells him that she got tunnel vision, me and her had this wild connection that she doesn't remember all of, and that it would be almost impossible to explain if it didn't happen to you. He's looking at us both like "What the fuck...." I say "Why the fuck would I make that up?" and go lie down on the bed and try to calm down my girl and halfway explain what happened. I get her laughing and smiling, and proceed to go outside and smoke a ciggarette. I feel like everything is animated and I'm stuck inside a cartoon. I decide I need to get away from the room for a couple minutes and maybe give my boy and his girl time to talk and simmer down because I kind of unintentionally made that into an issue that hightened everyone's emotions.
Me and my girl get in the car and I plan on driving 3 blocks to pick up some Dairy Queen. This ends up turning into a huge, complicated deal. As we're driving down the street I'm literally seeing what appears to be gigantic mosquitos or flies flying towards our windows and either disappearing or moving at the last minute. The grass in the median is pouring into the street. The Dairy Queen sign has really changed. There's someone inside the speaker at the drive through. Our car is floating about 5 feet off the ground. There's a bailing machine inside Dairy Queen, The sky (even though it's night) is getting closer to us by the second. The asphalt and concrete are lifting off the ground into vertical walls, turning a transparent green, and wrapping around every object in sight (including people). Everyone knows we're completely fucked up.
When we get back to the hotel it seems like we've been gone forever and we're laughing (most of the time I was gone I had this nagging feeling that I needed to get back and if I didn't that something was going to happen while we were out, so I was relieved). My homeboy tells me to come over there and sit down. I do, we start talking, and we're tripping balls. I can barely make out his body. It's starting to blend in with the room a little, so I try to concentrate on his eyes. He does the same with me, and we get into a deep conversation. I notice a lot of anxiety and body load and try to relax and let go of reality as much as possible. When I do this, between our sentences I feel as though I can tell what he's thinking as he's formulating what he's going to say in his mind. I start responding to things I believe he is thinking. I stop myself and say "Are you getting this too?" and he says "Yep". Something somewhat similar to this happened to me before on a large dose of acid, but not to the extent or intensity. After talking with him for what seemed to be about 5 minutes he started being able to finish sentences that were coming out of my mouth before I could get the words out. He would quote what I was about to say, word for word, and vica versa. This freaked me out. Eventually we got to a point where we could not say a word out loud and be reading each other's thoughts. Every few minutes I would say something about it out loud just to see if we were on the same page, and we were. We were communicating on a completely different level, and since it was thought and you didn't have to take the time to say it, it was fast. Super fast. I was in awe. I couldn't believe what was happening. I just kept saying "This is fucking crazy, shit like this isn't possible."
We look away from each other to notice both of the girls sitting around the table watching what's going on in amazement. We would finish sentences for each other and they that that was the coolest shit ever. Anyways, it was getting so intense that I was finding myself having trouble holding my head up and really wanting to lay back. I go and crash on the floor and my girl lays beside me. Both of them go and crash on the other side of the room, with the bed between us and them. After laying there for a minute and thinking about the people in the room, words almost start to pop into my head. Me and my girl get the same connection me and my homeboy had, without even looking at each other. We're reading each other's mind. I picture my homeboy and his girl and I can read their minds as well, they're speaking with each other as him and I were. After about 30 minutes of lying there we're all conversating without speaking and without seeing each other from across the room. When I open my eyes to look at one of them, their skin is almost blending into the room and I find it confusing. It's probably the craziest shit that's ever happened to me. My mind was so scrambled and so out there, yet I was able to communicate with everyone in the room simply by concentrating on them in my head. That went on for the duration of all of our trips. I know those three people better than anyone (I'd say better than family members I've grown up around).
The next day we all spoke about what happened that night and all remembered details of it. It gives me cold chills thinking about it. If you would have told me this shit happened to you before I had this experience, I'm the type that probably would have called you a liar or tried to tell you that you fabricated it in your head. That's simply not the case. Things I thought would never be possible are possible. It can take you to a place you didn't think existed, and show you things you can't even fathom right now. It's stronger than we can even begin to understand.
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