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This was my 17th birthday weekend, and I wanted to trip fairly hard. It’s quite hard to remember everything that happened that night, but I’m going to attempt to describe everything in detail. I got a ride from my acid dealer to the place where I dosed only 2 hours later. I started with 3.5 hits, but one of my friends dosed 5.5, which is crazy (he does have a tolerance though). I’ve definitely come to realize how fast the human body builds a tolerance against LSD. The night started with some video game sessions, and then we relaxed out on the patio smoking some bowls as I anxiously waited for my hits to kick in.
Slowly, the wooden planks in the patio began to move back and forth like pieces of a puzzle. The aging designs in the wood would swirl and move like snakes. The bright, brick red stucco on the outside of my friend’s house moved like ladybugs. Soon the balls of stucco became almost transparent and I was able to create a layer compiled of a matrix disc-like images (no smaller than a regular CD) that all spun in organization. The plan was to go to this girl’s house to party since there were no parents at all there. Only four of us were tripping, the rest of the crowd was drunk as hell by the end of the night. I was frightened of looking in a mirror, considering in the last trip I had I turned myself into an ogre. But I ended up looking into one anyway. Every time I stretched out my lips or yawned my mouth wouldn’t stop opening. My mouth almost engulfed my face. I remember my buddy dealing a .3g dime to this one kid and I actually felt bad. Normally I wouldn’t even think anything of it. LSD has definitely made me a more considerate, soulful person.
My trip was still moving like a train, but my friend and I dosed another hit, which was a good idea and a bad idea at the same time. I felt the 4th hit kicking in as I stared at the back of this couch, which I practically made a mental canvas out of. I could get faces, expression, mouths popping in and out of the back of this couch as if it were a swimming pool. Using our fingers to move the fabric around left behind some very neat fractal designs and patterns.
On my last trip I was almost avoiding very intense visuals but this time I was with my buddies and I wanted to dive into some insane shit. I convinced my friend to come with me into this girl’s garage and turn all the lights out. The less light there is, the more you can use your imagination to get some very VERY awesome visuals. I looked at the back of this garage door, and I was eventually able to create a mirror image of myself and my friend sitting on this couch. I experimented with strobe lights as well. White light is amazing because you can see the primary colors within it; the light spectrum; a rainbow. The sun wasn’t quite out yet but the night sky was transforming from a dark purple to a lighter blue.
My trip was dying down somewhat, but it was practically rejuvenated once I jumped into a pool. I was one with the water, and when I fully submerged myself and opened my eyes I saw the most vivid green and blue morph visuals. It was about 7AM now and the sun was just BARELY coming out. I was so glad I was able to see the sun; it just gave energy to everything it touched. The water came alive almost. Sunbeams scored through the water and on my back. The warmth of the sun gave me energy as well. I felt like superman haha. With some encouragement, I was able to get my friend to jump in and we discovered this pool cleaning crawler device (This thing was so funny looking) It looked like a godamn squid or octopus and there was some kind of suction device on it that added to that description. I was finally able to cash my own bowl, and then I felt my trip definitely coming back.
All of us trippers went up on the roof and stared at the clouds. They were all moving, and morphing, but in the most organized, complex manner. It was like each cloud was a feather rotating on some kind of wheel. Each cloud rotated clockwise, and then switched back around. I truly realized how fried I was when I tried having substantial conversations. We would play tricks on one another, for example, I almost convinced my friend that the guy in the television was about to kill him and he was still rolling on close to 6 hits so he just gazed at me and the television with the most hilarious, innocent, and frightened gaze. I thought he was about to shit his pants. I won’t delve too much into the mind games we either did (or thought we did) to one another.
It was close to 12PM, and I take figure drawing every Saturday so I got picked up by my dad to head up to ArtCenter in Pasadena. I was so unbelievably tired and we were drawing this very naked Asian man; it seemed so naked seeing a naked model even though this isn’t my first figure drawing class, but I had to give myself a break considering I’m coming down from a hard trip and I hadn’t sleep in 24+ hours. I felt as if I was a little kid again. I had lost my artistic skill, and I had 4 hours to get some quality work done. I felt so stressed, but I was eventually able to do a very satisfying portrait in nu pastel. Every color I looked at was so amazingly bright and vivid. The colors were like spears or knives being thrown at my eyes.
The rest of the day is fairly boring, except for going to the beach and being able to see the amazing qualities of the Pacific Ocean after a quite reality-shattering trip. Everything I looked at the following day had a “fractal” appearance, if that makes sense. Unfortunately I can’t remember much in very great detail. Next time I trip I will most definitely bring a journal or notepad of some kind to jot down notes. I did leave out quite a few things.
Overall, I think the trip was great, considering I was able to observe lots of different aspects of life, and this one trip in particular has made me appreciate art a HELL of a lot more. I’m much more humble and even more outgoing ever since this trip. However, it took me surprisingly forever to fall asleep the following night. I had been awake for almost 40 hours and my eyes would’ve fallen out of their sockets if I had let them. I became scared; I thought that if I fell asleep that I wouldn’t wake up. I thought that the second I pass out my heart would just stop. I have no idea how I fell asleep, but I woke up ten hours later refreshed with a harsh headache that gradually left after a few days. This was my second trip in 2 weeks so I need to hold off on the acid for another month or two. The longer I space them out I suspect that they will be much more significant and intense (in a good way hopefully).
Thanks for reading!
Slowly, the wooden planks in the patio began to move back and forth like pieces of a puzzle. The aging designs in the wood would swirl and move like snakes. The bright, brick red stucco on the outside of my friend’s house moved like ladybugs. Soon the balls of stucco became almost transparent and I was able to create a layer compiled of a matrix disc-like images (no smaller than a regular CD) that all spun in organization. The plan was to go to this girl’s house to party since there were no parents at all there. Only four of us were tripping, the rest of the crowd was drunk as hell by the end of the night. I was frightened of looking in a mirror, considering in the last trip I had I turned myself into an ogre. But I ended up looking into one anyway. Every time I stretched out my lips or yawned my mouth wouldn’t stop opening. My mouth almost engulfed my face. I remember my buddy dealing a .3g dime to this one kid and I actually felt bad. Normally I wouldn’t even think anything of it. LSD has definitely made me a more considerate, soulful person.
My trip was still moving like a train, but my friend and I dosed another hit, which was a good idea and a bad idea at the same time. I felt the 4th hit kicking in as I stared at the back of this couch, which I practically made a mental canvas out of. I could get faces, expression, mouths popping in and out of the back of this couch as if it were a swimming pool. Using our fingers to move the fabric around left behind some very neat fractal designs and patterns.
On my last trip I was almost avoiding very intense visuals but this time I was with my buddies and I wanted to dive into some insane shit. I convinced my friend to come with me into this girl’s garage and turn all the lights out. The less light there is, the more you can use your imagination to get some very VERY awesome visuals. I looked at the back of this garage door, and I was eventually able to create a mirror image of myself and my friend sitting on this couch. I experimented with strobe lights as well. White light is amazing because you can see the primary colors within it; the light spectrum; a rainbow. The sun wasn’t quite out yet but the night sky was transforming from a dark purple to a lighter blue.
My trip was dying down somewhat, but it was practically rejuvenated once I jumped into a pool. I was one with the water, and when I fully submerged myself and opened my eyes I saw the most vivid green and blue morph visuals. It was about 7AM now and the sun was just BARELY coming out. I was so glad I was able to see the sun; it just gave energy to everything it touched. The water came alive almost. Sunbeams scored through the water and on my back. The warmth of the sun gave me energy as well. I felt like superman haha. With some encouragement, I was able to get my friend to jump in and we discovered this pool cleaning crawler device (This thing was so funny looking) It looked like a godamn squid or octopus and there was some kind of suction device on it that added to that description. I was finally able to cash my own bowl, and then I felt my trip definitely coming back.
All of us trippers went up on the roof and stared at the clouds. They were all moving, and morphing, but in the most organized, complex manner. It was like each cloud was a feather rotating on some kind of wheel. Each cloud rotated clockwise, and then switched back around. I truly realized how fried I was when I tried having substantial conversations. We would play tricks on one another, for example, I almost convinced my friend that the guy in the television was about to kill him and he was still rolling on close to 6 hits so he just gazed at me and the television with the most hilarious, innocent, and frightened gaze. I thought he was about to shit his pants. I won’t delve too much into the mind games we either did (or thought we did) to one another.
It was close to 12PM, and I take figure drawing every Saturday so I got picked up by my dad to head up to ArtCenter in Pasadena. I was so unbelievably tired and we were drawing this very naked Asian man; it seemed so naked seeing a naked model even though this isn’t my first figure drawing class, but I had to give myself a break considering I’m coming down from a hard trip and I hadn’t sleep in 24+ hours. I felt as if I was a little kid again. I had lost my artistic skill, and I had 4 hours to get some quality work done. I felt so stressed, but I was eventually able to do a very satisfying portrait in nu pastel. Every color I looked at was so amazingly bright and vivid. The colors were like spears or knives being thrown at my eyes.
The rest of the day is fairly boring, except for going to the beach and being able to see the amazing qualities of the Pacific Ocean after a quite reality-shattering trip. Everything I looked at the following day had a “fractal” appearance, if that makes sense. Unfortunately I can’t remember much in very great detail. Next time I trip I will most definitely bring a journal or notepad of some kind to jot down notes. I did leave out quite a few things.
Overall, I think the trip was great, considering I was able to observe lots of different aspects of life, and this one trip in particular has made me appreciate art a HELL of a lot more. I’m much more humble and even more outgoing ever since this trip. However, it took me surprisingly forever to fall asleep the following night. I had been awake for almost 40 hours and my eyes would’ve fallen out of their sockets if I had let them. I became scared; I thought that if I fell asleep that I wouldn’t wake up. I thought that the second I pass out my heart would just stop. I have no idea how I fell asleep, but I woke up ten hours later refreshed with a harsh headache that gradually left after a few days. This was my second trip in 2 weeks so I need to hold off on the acid for another month or two. The longer I space them out I suspect that they will be much more significant and intense (in a good way hopefully).
Thanks for reading!
nice report btw
