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Greenlighter
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- Aug 14, 2013
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Alright, so a couple of weeks ago I went to a local music festival and dropped 2 and a half tabs of acid. I weigh 135 pounds and this was my first time using any kind of psychedlic substance. I drank a lot of vodka and smoked a couple of joints before I did acid. I seriously don't remember when it kicked in. I remember listening to this band cover a sick puppies song and then I have no idea what happened. It was about an hour after I took all of the tabs, I think. Throughout my whole trip I didn't think anything was real. In my mind, nothing I was doing had consequences. I remember a lot of weird things, but people told me other things I did that night that I don't recall doing. The things I remember are getting really close to a fire, because I thought me and the fire were one. I thought it's energy fueled me, and I got so close it singed my skin. After that I thought I was god, and I looked up into the sky, raised my hands, and blessed everyone in front of the fire. I'm not sure in what order the rest of what I'm going to tell you goes in, but I know that's the first thing I remember doing while on acid. I would also ask people for a cigarette because I thought if I had something to consume I could focus on it and control whatever was going on in my head. Everytime I would ask them for one they would say "I don't any of that, but I have some of this." but I didn't want anything else than a cigarette. I would also rewind and fastforward time with my hand, like... I would rotate my finger and it would play back time and fastforward it and evertime I layed down it would rewind, and everytime I got up it would fastforward. So I was laying down then sitting up a lot. Eventually I flipped a beer pong table over but I wasn't fipping it in my mind. I was rewinding it. Security got pissed about that about 15 minutes later, I suppose, but everyone else thought it was hilarious. I didn't even know what I was doing. After that I moshed and danced, which I NEVER do.... then I go lay down in a field (SOMEONE KICKED ME IN THE HEAD ON ACCIDENT AND APOLOGIZED LOL) and this guy PICKS me up and puts me in the back of his truck. I later found out it was my friend's cousin and he did that because I was about to get trampled by the people moshing. So then... I'm just tripping really hard and they're calling me to the stage, and the music stops and all I can hear is the generator, and the same drum beat and guitar riff ... but they just play it and then stop and play it again... like to get my attention... and in my mind I had died and that was my brain's way of trying to get me back to life, to get my attention. And of course the stage was lit so I was looking at a bright light, which I thought was me dying. When I came up I thought that people were greeting me in heaven. I had no idea where I was during any of this, and a security guard told me I flipped a table and shit, and I was freaking out because I thought I was in trouble. So he took me to sit with the guy who gave me acid at a fire away from everybody else and I layed on a moonmat and he asked me how my trip was... and I was so surprised because I was seeing the guy that gave me acid and he was the only one there with me and it just blew my mind dude. So I was like... it was so great until I realized it was all real. We talked for a bit and then he leaves and I ask this guy sitting next to me if he can take to me to where the lights were... because a dubstep artist was on and he had like... cool lights and it looked nice. So he did and I found the people I came with and asked them where the fuck they've been and why they didn't keep up with me when I was tripping. It turns out one of them was tripping too and the other one was way to drunk to function. Alright, so then we drive back to my friend's house and I'm getting intense visuals. The clouds are alive and compact and everything seems to have a pulse. I look at my hands and they're blue and purple with a weird pattern on them. So we go to hardee's and buy food and stuff, then we go back to their place and me and my friend sit on his porch and look at the sun rise, it was probably the most beautiful site I've ever seen. I left later that morning and my dad saw my pupils and started bitching at me on the ride home and I felt so ashamed and guilty... he just kept making me feel like a dissapointment then he told my mom and my mom cried and blah blah blah. She said I couldn't do drugs again or go to my friend's house so the whole week after I tripped I didn't talk to ANYONE. I deleted all of my social applications and didn't speak to any of my freinds for a week. It was crazy. All I did was sleep and feel sorry for myself. I was also really embarrassed because I didn't know everything I did and I felt bad about flipping that beerpong table but I didn't have control over myself so fuck it, right? I later found out from this girl I know that I was trying to hold her and touch her hair. .__. Then another girl tried to talk to me and I just smiled at her and walked off. OH, I also remember playing air guitar in front of everyone... and this guy was yelling at me because I was laying down and my shoe was in the fire. I was just in my own little world that was great until I realized it was all very real. BUT 10/10 would drop again. ;b
