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LSD (25 doses/Quarter of a sheet) & 22mg's Xanax- Experienced - No Way
I'll never drop acid again without putting my supply away in a safe spot after I've dropped what I want. One night me and 3 friends got so spun that we ended up dividing a sheet between the four of us (25 hits a head). I also had about 30 2mg Xanax bars on me and ended up eating 11 of them (with a tolerance, but still). The L was so strong that I remember vivid details of a good portion of the trip (despite the xanax). We originally only ate 5 hits a piece, but the 5 we ate had us so looped I didn't even know where I was or that (at some point) I was making the decision to tear up the rest of the sheet for all of us because "acid this clean is hard to find nowadays."
I slowly realized we'd eaten it all once I was gaining the ability to talk to all of my buddies without speaking. We would look in one another's direction and with a twitch of the face or an eye movement we could almost read each other's minds. I reached in my jacket pocket to find a pice of empty wrapped up aluminum foil. My eyes started flowing with tears, but I kept telling myself that it was only one night and I WAS going to live. We were communicating at hyperspeed without even saying anything (on the come up of the 20 hits). I'm pretty experienced but something felt off this time. My body felt like it was melting into the land and I was becoming one with the earth, the most intense "connectedness" I've ever experienced to something. I remember looking into the sky and all around me (trying to figure out what was up or down) and everything in my visual field being covered with tiny gears, all turning at the exact same speed in unison. I'm usually pretty good at controlling myself but this one was beyond me. My friend's bodies were growing and limbs were morphing into what appeared to be a liquid sliding across the earth. I don't remember eating the xanax, but one of my buddies told me that right before I started eating them I said I was doing it to "calm the fuck down" and it was around the time we started communicating without speaking.
Anyways, sometime shortly after downing the 20 hits and the xanax I lost my buddies. This field was in the mountains of north Georgia, and I was totally unfamiliar with the area. One of my other friends brought us there. I wondered around aimlessly until I found a wooded area nearby, and apparently wondered almost 2.5 miles from our original trip spot thereafter.
I remember being in the woods and wanting to walk farther and farther simply because it felt amazing to move and everything seemed to be moving around and fucking with my head. I saw the sky draining through the tops of the trees and swirling around on the wooded floor. At one point everything turned black across my field of vision, my whole body got warm, and murals of kaliedescope type visuals engulphed my visual field. When it happened I felt like I'd been hit and fell down. I remember bits and pieces after this, but things start getting staticy.
When I awaoke I was almost in shock. I moved myself out of the edge of a moving river (which my legs were hanging in) and slowly tried comprehending what had happened. I removed my shirt (with spots of blood all over it) and walked into the woods until I found a spot where the sun was shining through. I laid down and realized my jacket was missing, my cash was missing, and my girlfriend's debit card was missing. All of these things seemed of little importance at this time, as I was trying to remember how I'd gotten bloody, how I was going to find out where I was, and how I was going to get back to where we originally started tripping (I had no idea how far away I was at the time).
Sometime while mentally trying to make sense of everything I passed back out. When I awoke this time, it was completely dark again, my left arm was covered in ant bites (to go along with all of the other abraisions and cuts), and the horrible pain in my right ankle was ever so apparent. I suddely had a fear that if I didn't find someone else soon I wasn't going to make it out of the woods. I was thirsty as hell, so I returned to the river, drank a little, and headed back into the woods until I found what seemed to be a path where the woods weren't as thick. Might I add that at this time I was still tripping, but didn't feel as though I was because I'd come down so much from the actual "trip". I followed the path slowly (with only moonlight as a guide) until I hit an open field and hobbled to the other side only to find a dirt road. I followed the dirt road until a saw a few houses on the left side.
I walked up to the first and knocked on the door. Nobody answered (probably because I looked like I'd been to hell and back and it was around 2:30am, which I was unaware of). Knocked on the second and a man who appeared to be in his 40's or 50's came out looking at me like I was an alien. I told him I'd been drinking heavily the night before with a few friends and wasn't sure what had happened. He repeatedly offered to call an ambulance or "the sherriff" to help me get back home, but I refused, telling him I'd just phone a friend to come get me, and I'd go to the doctor shortly thereafter. He informed me of exactly where I was, and let me use the phone to call a friend (who was still awake partying, thank God). It was almost impossible to convince his drunk ass to use mapquest to come pick up my (still mildly trippin) ass at some random person's home. Thankfully I was able to talk to his girlfriend (who quickly realized the severity of the situation) and told me they'd be there as quickly as possible. The following hour and a half were almost too uncomfortable. Even though the man was very nice and was remaining calm, the situation was totally fucked up.
The scariest part of the whole story is that sometime during the morning after the night we'd been tripping someone charged around $1200 to my girlfriend's debit card (Her bank shut down the card after the first 3 transactions). This makes me almost certain that I had contact with other persons while tripping balls on a quarter of a sheet and fucked up on 22mg of xanax in the middle of the woods. I blame this for my fractured ankle and all my cuts and abrasions (although to this day I really don't know what caused the physical wounds). My three buddies didn't have quite as interesting stories, but their's were very fucked up as well.
substancecode_LSD
substancecode_xanax
substancecode_pharms
substancecode_alprazolam
_combo_
I'll never drop acid again without putting my supply away in a safe spot after I've dropped what I want. One night me and 3 friends got so spun that we ended up dividing a sheet between the four of us (25 hits a head). I also had about 30 2mg Xanax bars on me and ended up eating 11 of them (with a tolerance, but still). The L was so strong that I remember vivid details of a good portion of the trip (despite the xanax). We originally only ate 5 hits a piece, but the 5 we ate had us so looped I didn't even know where I was or that (at some point) I was making the decision to tear up the rest of the sheet for all of us because "acid this clean is hard to find nowadays."
I slowly realized we'd eaten it all once I was gaining the ability to talk to all of my buddies without speaking. We would look in one another's direction and with a twitch of the face or an eye movement we could almost read each other's minds. I reached in my jacket pocket to find a pice of empty wrapped up aluminum foil. My eyes started flowing with tears, but I kept telling myself that it was only one night and I WAS going to live. We were communicating at hyperspeed without even saying anything (on the come up of the 20 hits). I'm pretty experienced but something felt off this time. My body felt like it was melting into the land and I was becoming one with the earth, the most intense "connectedness" I've ever experienced to something. I remember looking into the sky and all around me (trying to figure out what was up or down) and everything in my visual field being covered with tiny gears, all turning at the exact same speed in unison. I'm usually pretty good at controlling myself but this one was beyond me. My friend's bodies were growing and limbs were morphing into what appeared to be a liquid sliding across the earth. I don't remember eating the xanax, but one of my buddies told me that right before I started eating them I said I was doing it to "calm the fuck down" and it was around the time we started communicating without speaking.
Anyways, sometime shortly after downing the 20 hits and the xanax I lost my buddies. This field was in the mountains of north Georgia, and I was totally unfamiliar with the area. One of my other friends brought us there. I wondered around aimlessly until I found a wooded area nearby, and apparently wondered almost 2.5 miles from our original trip spot thereafter.
I remember being in the woods and wanting to walk farther and farther simply because it felt amazing to move and everything seemed to be moving around and fucking with my head. I saw the sky draining through the tops of the trees and swirling around on the wooded floor. At one point everything turned black across my field of vision, my whole body got warm, and murals of kaliedescope type visuals engulphed my visual field. When it happened I felt like I'd been hit and fell down. I remember bits and pieces after this, but things start getting staticy.
When I awaoke I was almost in shock. I moved myself out of the edge of a moving river (which my legs were hanging in) and slowly tried comprehending what had happened. I removed my shirt (with spots of blood all over it) and walked into the woods until I found a spot where the sun was shining through. I laid down and realized my jacket was missing, my cash was missing, and my girlfriend's debit card was missing. All of these things seemed of little importance at this time, as I was trying to remember how I'd gotten bloody, how I was going to find out where I was, and how I was going to get back to where we originally started tripping (I had no idea how far away I was at the time).
Sometime while mentally trying to make sense of everything I passed back out. When I awoke this time, it was completely dark again, my left arm was covered in ant bites (to go along with all of the other abraisions and cuts), and the horrible pain in my right ankle was ever so apparent. I suddely had a fear that if I didn't find someone else soon I wasn't going to make it out of the woods. I was thirsty as hell, so I returned to the river, drank a little, and headed back into the woods until I found what seemed to be a path where the woods weren't as thick. Might I add that at this time I was still tripping, but didn't feel as though I was because I'd come down so much from the actual "trip". I followed the path slowly (with only moonlight as a guide) until I hit an open field and hobbled to the other side only to find a dirt road. I followed the dirt road until a saw a few houses on the left side.
I walked up to the first and knocked on the door. Nobody answered (probably because I looked like I'd been to hell and back and it was around 2:30am, which I was unaware of). Knocked on the second and a man who appeared to be in his 40's or 50's came out looking at me like I was an alien. I told him I'd been drinking heavily the night before with a few friends and wasn't sure what had happened. He repeatedly offered to call an ambulance or "the sherriff" to help me get back home, but I refused, telling him I'd just phone a friend to come get me, and I'd go to the doctor shortly thereafter. He informed me of exactly where I was, and let me use the phone to call a friend (who was still awake partying, thank God). It was almost impossible to convince his drunk ass to use mapquest to come pick up my (still mildly trippin) ass at some random person's home. Thankfully I was able to talk to his girlfriend (who quickly realized the severity of the situation) and told me they'd be there as quickly as possible. The following hour and a half were almost too uncomfortable. Even though the man was very nice and was remaining calm, the situation was totally fucked up.
The scariest part of the whole story is that sometime during the morning after the night we'd been tripping someone charged around $1200 to my girlfriend's debit card (Her bank shut down the card after the first 3 transactions). This makes me almost certain that I had contact with other persons while tripping balls on a quarter of a sheet and fucked up on 22mg of xanax in the middle of the woods. I blame this for my fractured ankle and all my cuts and abrasions (although to this day I really don't know what caused the physical wounds). My three buddies didn't have quite as interesting stories, but their's were very fucked up as well.
substancecode_LSD
substancecode_xanax
substancecode_pharms
substancecode_alprazolam
_combo_
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