Ramirez
Bluelighter
Time of dosing: 6:20 PM
Dose: 300 – 400 μg (I know this is a fairly accurate number because I know the maker of this acid. This dose was two hits on blank tabs)
Setting: A friend’s room / a ROTC party with various characters
Set: My “trip partner” had dosed earlier and wanted me to join him. After some minor deliberation, I did. He was candyflipping.
The Trip:
I dosed at around 6:20 and chilled in Friend R’s room and talked to some people while I was waiting for the trip to really kick in. I’ve done LSD quite a few times so I knew what to expect, but I also knew the incredible power of LSD would take me to a new place each time. I started to get minor visuals about thirty minutes after dosing, but had correctly believed it to be placebo-tripping.
In this trip, there was a point in the come up where there was a moment after which nothing was the same. What got the ball to start rolling was smoking a few gravity bongs of some strong cannabis. I still felt a minor trippiness but the high briefly dominated the trip.
Friend R and Friend B left (R went on a date, B went to a concert with a bunch of girls that were randomly weighing molly while I was placebo-tripping) leaving me with my trip partner and one of my good friends I could trust as a sitter.
As I sat in the room, decently baked, I began to really notice some serious distortions. We were also watching hockey and the sober sitter happened to be a Capitals fan. Well, last night was a good night for Capitals fans, and this kid was dancing around strangely.
Then, in some intermission, the sitter turned the lights out, told us to sit down, and played us a few songs. By this point, I was starting to reach the upward slope of the peak and I was already torched. Friend B has a good speaker system in his room, so the sitter took advantage of the ambiance the sound system provided. He played this music a little louder than I would have liked, but somewhere in there I realized that it was pointless to ask him to turn it down. The wind was blowing hard outside, and I got caught up several times in looking at the trees swaying in the gusts. The trees dancing made me think, “I am tripping goddamn BALLS!”
”Genesis” by Justice was one the first song he played. The next, which he timed well, was ”Let There Be Light”, same artist. By this point, all I could think was that I was tripping ridiculously hard. Next, he played “Electric Feel” by MGMT. This song did feel, well, electric. My trip partner remained almost completely silent throughout the songs while the sitter kept dancing. The last song that the sitter played for us was ”Nice Weather For Ducks” by Lemon Jelly. I’d heard this song before sober and high many times, but to hear it on acid was a completely different experience. The words “All the ducks are swimming in the water” sounded strange to me. This song was a nice break from the dissonance and in-your-face electricity of Justice.
Another friend came in, and the sitter began to play the ukulele. The two of them both happen to be INCREDIBLY musically talented. They got into a loop of playing two different songs. At one point, they were singing a chorus, “Now you are all awake, now you are all awake!” and the sitter invited me to join. I was hesitant at first, but I eventually did. It felt incredibly awesome, even though I’m not a musician, to join in on creating this song for which my tripped out head could think of many meanings. At one point in the music trip, I noticed huge special distortions, and watched as my own hand kept shrinking. At this point, I realized that I had to deny everything I was seeing and go with the trip, and for that part at least enjoy the show. I had a brief delusion somewhere in there that this whole trip was completely orchestrated, and that it all stemmed from one choice (to take my two hits) and from there a staged performance was for my sake, though for what purpose I couldn’t tell.
Visually, I was seeing two-dimensional objects, a Bob Marley poster being a prime example, looking more like 3D. The closest thing I could compare it to was just layers. It got to the point where I was seeing patterns and layers to everything.
After the music was done, the sitter wanted to go get some food, so we went to a small c-store not too far away from the room. Literally a dozen people were in that store, but I knew what I wanted so I didn’t get too caught up in indecision.
After we got back and went to the sitter’s room (Friend R came back from his date and kindly asked us to leave) we watched some more hockey, got some breadsticks (My sitter was being slightly douchey and actually guilt-tripped me into ordering some food, even though I wasn’t hungry, didn’t want to spend money, and it felt like we’d JUST gotten food. I’d get him back for this little guilt trip later, though) and smoked some more bud. My trip partner told me about how he thought that all of life was a game. He kept talking about this game, and how at the end there’s credits when “they” are tallying up the score and “they” give you a rank. He said his was 43rd. I could not stop laughing for how crazy of a trippy idea this all was, that the trip was a game, and that it was talking to my friend who was on much more acid than I was.
After that, my trip partner left on his own little quest. He was relatively functional, so we let him go since he wanted to. My sitter and I sat and watched some hockey for a while. We were waiting for Friend R because we planned to go to the bars and have a couple of drinks. After a while, we figured that there was no point in waiting. My trip partner called the sitter and told us about a closed party that we could get into for free, which I was completely agreeable with. After some amount of time in which I had a few more trip thoughts and came up with a premise for a short story (A man discovers that his whole life has been a social experiment), we met back up with my trip partner to go to the party.
By this point, I was six hours into the trip and on the comedown. Usually, the comedown is one of the worst parts of the trip. This time, for some reason, it was possibly one of the most hilarious times in my life. This party was for ROTC guys, and I was confused why all these military types were at the house but I simply accepted it and didn’t really talk to any of them because I felt out of place. I hung out in one of the bedrooms for a while, where my trip partner continued to talk about “the game” he was playing. Eventually, in our zoinked-out mindloop trip, I discovered that the entire trip for me was just peeling away at layers of trip. I thought of the trip like an onion that I was peeling layers away from. For a while there, I just kept saying “layers on top of layers on top of layers of trip.” For most of the party, I just watched amusing drunken antics unfold and sipped on some beer. For a few brief minutes I had the absurd delusion that I was in a room of giants (it was like Gulliver's Travels or some damn thing), because I was sitting down and almost everyone else was standing. This weird spacial trip didn’t last long, however, because something else would distract me. Friend B returned from the concert.
At around 2:30 AM, we decided to go back home and relax. My sitter decided to fall asleep, which we were both fine with. We hung out with Friend B for a while and all discussed our various experiences of the night.
At this point, the trip was pretty much done and myself and my trip partner ended up going to sleep after some more trip-inspired conversation. I only slept for two hours at the most, and I know I did because I woke up and my trip partner had left. I only had a minor hangover, and the afterglow was quite enjoyable.
Dose: 300 – 400 μg (I know this is a fairly accurate number because I know the maker of this acid. This dose was two hits on blank tabs)
Setting: A friend’s room / a ROTC party with various characters
Set: My “trip partner” had dosed earlier and wanted me to join him. After some minor deliberation, I did. He was candyflipping.
The Trip:
I dosed at around 6:20 and chilled in Friend R’s room and talked to some people while I was waiting for the trip to really kick in. I’ve done LSD quite a few times so I knew what to expect, but I also knew the incredible power of LSD would take me to a new place each time. I started to get minor visuals about thirty minutes after dosing, but had correctly believed it to be placebo-tripping.
In this trip, there was a point in the come up where there was a moment after which nothing was the same. What got the ball to start rolling was smoking a few gravity bongs of some strong cannabis. I still felt a minor trippiness but the high briefly dominated the trip.
Friend R and Friend B left (R went on a date, B went to a concert with a bunch of girls that were randomly weighing molly while I was placebo-tripping) leaving me with my trip partner and one of my good friends I could trust as a sitter.
As I sat in the room, decently baked, I began to really notice some serious distortions. We were also watching hockey and the sober sitter happened to be a Capitals fan. Well, last night was a good night for Capitals fans, and this kid was dancing around strangely.
Then, in some intermission, the sitter turned the lights out, told us to sit down, and played us a few songs. By this point, I was starting to reach the upward slope of the peak and I was already torched. Friend B has a good speaker system in his room, so the sitter took advantage of the ambiance the sound system provided. He played this music a little louder than I would have liked, but somewhere in there I realized that it was pointless to ask him to turn it down. The wind was blowing hard outside, and I got caught up several times in looking at the trees swaying in the gusts. The trees dancing made me think, “I am tripping goddamn BALLS!”
”Genesis” by Justice was one the first song he played. The next, which he timed well, was ”Let There Be Light”, same artist. By this point, all I could think was that I was tripping ridiculously hard. Next, he played “Electric Feel” by MGMT. This song did feel, well, electric. My trip partner remained almost completely silent throughout the songs while the sitter kept dancing. The last song that the sitter played for us was ”Nice Weather For Ducks” by Lemon Jelly. I’d heard this song before sober and high many times, but to hear it on acid was a completely different experience. The words “All the ducks are swimming in the water” sounded strange to me. This song was a nice break from the dissonance and in-your-face electricity of Justice.
Another friend came in, and the sitter began to play the ukulele. The two of them both happen to be INCREDIBLY musically talented. They got into a loop of playing two different songs. At one point, they were singing a chorus, “Now you are all awake, now you are all awake!” and the sitter invited me to join. I was hesitant at first, but I eventually did. It felt incredibly awesome, even though I’m not a musician, to join in on creating this song for which my tripped out head could think of many meanings. At one point in the music trip, I noticed huge special distortions, and watched as my own hand kept shrinking. At this point, I realized that I had to deny everything I was seeing and go with the trip, and for that part at least enjoy the show. I had a brief delusion somewhere in there that this whole trip was completely orchestrated, and that it all stemmed from one choice (to take my two hits) and from there a staged performance was for my sake, though for what purpose I couldn’t tell.
Visually, I was seeing two-dimensional objects, a Bob Marley poster being a prime example, looking more like 3D. The closest thing I could compare it to was just layers. It got to the point where I was seeing patterns and layers to everything.
After the music was done, the sitter wanted to go get some food, so we went to a small c-store not too far away from the room. Literally a dozen people were in that store, but I knew what I wanted so I didn’t get too caught up in indecision.
After we got back and went to the sitter’s room (Friend R came back from his date and kindly asked us to leave) we watched some more hockey, got some breadsticks (My sitter was being slightly douchey and actually guilt-tripped me into ordering some food, even though I wasn’t hungry, didn’t want to spend money, and it felt like we’d JUST gotten food. I’d get him back for this little guilt trip later, though) and smoked some more bud. My trip partner told me about how he thought that all of life was a game. He kept talking about this game, and how at the end there’s credits when “they” are tallying up the score and “they” give you a rank. He said his was 43rd. I could not stop laughing for how crazy of a trippy idea this all was, that the trip was a game, and that it was talking to my friend who was on much more acid than I was.
After that, my trip partner left on his own little quest. He was relatively functional, so we let him go since he wanted to. My sitter and I sat and watched some hockey for a while. We were waiting for Friend R because we planned to go to the bars and have a couple of drinks. After a while, we figured that there was no point in waiting. My trip partner called the sitter and told us about a closed party that we could get into for free, which I was completely agreeable with. After some amount of time in which I had a few more trip thoughts and came up with a premise for a short story (A man discovers that his whole life has been a social experiment), we met back up with my trip partner to go to the party.
By this point, I was six hours into the trip and on the comedown. Usually, the comedown is one of the worst parts of the trip. This time, for some reason, it was possibly one of the most hilarious times in my life. This party was for ROTC guys, and I was confused why all these military types were at the house but I simply accepted it and didn’t really talk to any of them because I felt out of place. I hung out in one of the bedrooms for a while, where my trip partner continued to talk about “the game” he was playing. Eventually, in our zoinked-out mindloop trip, I discovered that the entire trip for me was just peeling away at layers of trip. I thought of the trip like an onion that I was peeling layers away from. For a while there, I just kept saying “layers on top of layers on top of layers of trip.” For most of the party, I just watched amusing drunken antics unfold and sipped on some beer. For a few brief minutes I had the absurd delusion that I was in a room of giants (it was like Gulliver's Travels or some damn thing), because I was sitting down and almost everyone else was standing. This weird spacial trip didn’t last long, however, because something else would distract me. Friend B returned from the concert.
At around 2:30 AM, we decided to go back home and relax. My sitter decided to fall asleep, which we were both fine with. We hung out with Friend B for a while and all discussed our various experiences of the night.
At this point, the trip was pretty much done and myself and my trip partner ended up going to sleep after some more trip-inspired conversation. I only slept for two hours at the most, and I know I did because I woke up and my trip partner had left. I only had a minor hangover, and the afterglow was quite enjoyable.
I still remember my first LSD trip down at the beach....pure magic.