Hello there! This is my first typed "trip report" to be submitted...and I hope I'll have more to contribute in the future. 
First off, some backstory about the author; I'm 19, and fairly experienced in the realm of psychoactives. Pot, opiates, ecstasy and shrooms have all been my friends in the past (and are of course kept in check!), but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer amount of destructive analytical thinking that acid brought out of me. Despite that, I was still somewhat ready for it, having done a lot of reading about the chemical in recent weeks. The ensuing chaos that unraveled due to the actions of other folks at our "tripping party" has left it's ugly, irreversible mark on the occasion, though.
Next off, the place -- we (being about 8 or so people getting ready to vastly varying amounts of LSD) all gathered at a former co-worker's apartment around 9 o'clock last night. I had never been to the area before yesterday, which was not only a bad call on my part, but on everyone's. I am seriously kicking myself now for not realizing the disaster potential faster than I did, but I had not been expecting to drop in the kind of environment we wound up in. It had previously been established that a smaller amount of us were going to be tripping at another friend's much more familiar and comfortable apartment, which we wound back up at anyways...moving on.
Now, for the actual experience; we all dropped however many hits we wanted once we got a hold of the substance. I only took two, but several other people at the party took much larger amounts...and quite obviously. After dosing at about 11:30 or so, it only took half an hour to be launched into beautifully nihilistic psychedelic headspace. The static world of sobriety was abruptly replaced by dazzling CEV and OEVs and wonderfully trippy thoughts. Cruise ahead a couple of hours, it was with a great amount of effort that I was trying to distinguish all of the conversations going on; NO ONE would stop talking, and it was starting to take the trip in a dark direction. It's extremely clear to us all that it was a bad idea to have so many of us there...
The former co-worker whose apartment we were staying at had plainly taken way WAY too much. I simply cannot stress enough how intensely this one person paved the way for the decline of the already-forlorn party. I feel like an asshole for putting all the blame out on her, but there's simply no way around it. After three hours of attempting to escape into my own world, I'm suddenly tugged by this girl (who we'll call "L") into the most uncomfortable state of mind I have ever felt.
She essentially beings to profess her undying love for me (which I KNOW was of course acid taking hold, even though she's done this before) and starts writhing on the ground, losing a lot of her clothes in the process. Mind you, her boyfriend is here and is very much in LSD-land himself, but being dragged into this experience just felt unfair. I have *zero* interest in L, and rightly so considering she's in a long-term relationship and not my type at all; prior interaction with her had been irreverent and insignificant at best. After a while of essentially ignoring L and her boyfriend argue and looking at everyone try to take it all in, the two of them start to get violent and scary with their bickering. They go into the bedroom, and L starts breaking stuff that's lying around -- while naked and savagely chewing out her lover and the rest of the world, of course.
I only had to bear witness to this all for twenty minutes or so before the rest of us decided to leave. Despite her constant pleas for my name, I did not step into L's bedroom. I'm very glad I never did, because that was not my place and none of my business. DAMN! L apparently wound up breaking her boyfriend's arm, and I'm happy that I did not have to bear witness to that.
Because of this whole downhill slope of events, I had efficiently stopped tripping in the more fun sense, and had lost almost all visuals. Some friends came by to pick us up and take our cars over to aforementioned other friend's apartment (who we'll call A). I am so immensely grateful to have had those sober friends and a stronger link to reality. One we got settled in, things went in a much more comfortable direction, and pleasant thoughts and visuals dominated the rest of the early morning.
Oh, and I had some pretty rowdy nausea and vomiting within my first hour of tripping, but it was almost an afterthought in the wake of all that other crap. If anything, it felt very gratifying, like purging my entire soul from my body. It only brought it all out to a greater extreme.
I will say that I enjoyed it, but as clearly indicated above, there was way too much shit to even attempt and fully process. I am definitely NEVER tripping with L and her boyfriend ever again, nor am I even setting foot in that complex once more for as long as I live. Presently, it's still a struggle to fully grasp all of this stuff. It'll definitely be on my mind for the next several days.
To summarize, it was a haphazardly planned and difficult experience for almost all of us. Equal amounts of pain and pleasure came out of it. I'm embarrassed that I allowed myself to be that exposed in front of few people who plainly had other shit going on, but you live and learn, don't you?
I'm sorry I talked your ears off. Please, offer feedback and insight...please. I'll do it all again, but only in vastly different circumstances and in the company of far fewer people. It's not much of an excuse to say that I really wasn't expecting to be thrown into that kind of environment, but I feel like that's all I have to go on now...
First off, some backstory about the author; I'm 19, and fairly experienced in the realm of psychoactives. Pot, opiates, ecstasy and shrooms have all been my friends in the past (and are of course kept in check!), but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer amount of destructive analytical thinking that acid brought out of me. Despite that, I was still somewhat ready for it, having done a lot of reading about the chemical in recent weeks. The ensuing chaos that unraveled due to the actions of other folks at our "tripping party" has left it's ugly, irreversible mark on the occasion, though.
Next off, the place -- we (being about 8 or so people getting ready to vastly varying amounts of LSD) all gathered at a former co-worker's apartment around 9 o'clock last night. I had never been to the area before yesterday, which was not only a bad call on my part, but on everyone's. I am seriously kicking myself now for not realizing the disaster potential faster than I did, but I had not been expecting to drop in the kind of environment we wound up in. It had previously been established that a smaller amount of us were going to be tripping at another friend's much more familiar and comfortable apartment, which we wound back up at anyways...moving on.
Now, for the actual experience; we all dropped however many hits we wanted once we got a hold of the substance. I only took two, but several other people at the party took much larger amounts...and quite obviously. After dosing at about 11:30 or so, it only took half an hour to be launched into beautifully nihilistic psychedelic headspace. The static world of sobriety was abruptly replaced by dazzling CEV and OEVs and wonderfully trippy thoughts. Cruise ahead a couple of hours, it was with a great amount of effort that I was trying to distinguish all of the conversations going on; NO ONE would stop talking, and it was starting to take the trip in a dark direction. It's extremely clear to us all that it was a bad idea to have so many of us there...
The former co-worker whose apartment we were staying at had plainly taken way WAY too much. I simply cannot stress enough how intensely this one person paved the way for the decline of the already-forlorn party. I feel like an asshole for putting all the blame out on her, but there's simply no way around it. After three hours of attempting to escape into my own world, I'm suddenly tugged by this girl (who we'll call "L") into the most uncomfortable state of mind I have ever felt.
She essentially beings to profess her undying love for me (which I KNOW was of course acid taking hold, even though she's done this before) and starts writhing on the ground, losing a lot of her clothes in the process. Mind you, her boyfriend is here and is very much in LSD-land himself, but being dragged into this experience just felt unfair. I have *zero* interest in L, and rightly so considering she's in a long-term relationship and not my type at all; prior interaction with her had been irreverent and insignificant at best. After a while of essentially ignoring L and her boyfriend argue and looking at everyone try to take it all in, the two of them start to get violent and scary with their bickering. They go into the bedroom, and L starts breaking stuff that's lying around -- while naked and savagely chewing out her lover and the rest of the world, of course.
I only had to bear witness to this all for twenty minutes or so before the rest of us decided to leave. Despite her constant pleas for my name, I did not step into L's bedroom. I'm very glad I never did, because that was not my place and none of my business. DAMN! L apparently wound up breaking her boyfriend's arm, and I'm happy that I did not have to bear witness to that.
Because of this whole downhill slope of events, I had efficiently stopped tripping in the more fun sense, and had lost almost all visuals. Some friends came by to pick us up and take our cars over to aforementioned other friend's apartment (who we'll call A). I am so immensely grateful to have had those sober friends and a stronger link to reality. One we got settled in, things went in a much more comfortable direction, and pleasant thoughts and visuals dominated the rest of the early morning.
Oh, and I had some pretty rowdy nausea and vomiting within my first hour of tripping, but it was almost an afterthought in the wake of all that other crap. If anything, it felt very gratifying, like purging my entire soul from my body. It only brought it all out to a greater extreme.
I will say that I enjoyed it, but as clearly indicated above, there was way too much shit to even attempt and fully process. I am definitely NEVER tripping with L and her boyfriend ever again, nor am I even setting foot in that complex once more for as long as I live. Presently, it's still a struggle to fully grasp all of this stuff. It'll definitely be on my mind for the next several days.
To summarize, it was a haphazardly planned and difficult experience for almost all of us. Equal amounts of pain and pleasure came out of it. I'm embarrassed that I allowed myself to be that exposed in front of few people who plainly had other shit going on, but you live and learn, don't you?
I'm sorry I talked your ears off. Please, offer feedback and insight...please. I'll do it all again, but only in vastly different circumstances and in the company of far fewer people. It's not much of an excuse to say that I really wasn't expecting to be thrown into that kind of environment, but I feel like that's all I have to go on now...
