VictorBorge
Bluelighter
I posted a few days ago on PD about my first experience with LSD being fun and interesting, but a little underwhelming. I was told this is normal especially when starting with low doses, so...
...yesterday I upped the dose -- previous doses had been 1-2 blotters, this time I chewed 3 dots, around 400-500ug if the supplier is to be believed, maybe less. In any case, PERFECT dose for me.
After much deliberation about where to fit this trip in to my hectic holiday schedule, I decided to drop the dose on leaving work around 4:30. This was a little against my better judgment, as starting a trip that late in the day on a work night usually means I get no sleep. And I didn't really, but who cares.
After dosing I biked home from work, a good hard 30 minute ride into the icy wind. This might be one of my favorite ways to begin a trip: the outdoors and fresh air put me in a positive mindset; the initial visual effects of the drug become evident in the contrasting colors of passing street lights, buildings, and stars overhead; and probably best of all, just as I climb off the bike at home and the adrenaline rush subsides, emerging in its place is the first onset of the trip. I'm trembling both with fatigue and anticipation, and as I climb the stairs to my flat I say out loud to myself, "This is going to be very interesting".
As I get settled at home and prepare for the trip, I feel the kind of tense excitement I can only compare with the feeling of being about to have sex with someone new for the first time -- after all the flirtation and negotiation, the sublime moment when you both realize, This is it, it's going to happen, a new chapter in life is unfolding and there's no going back.
I wrap up in a cozy afghan blanket, dim the lights, and turn on ... the News Hour with Jim Lehrer?? Well, this turns out to be a great way to come up on the acid, for just as the giggling phase sets in I'm treated to one commentator after another, each more earnest, excited and funny looking than the last. I've never felt such empathy and amusement with the show's guests - for the first time I notice how passionate they are, the nuances of their faces as they react to each other. For some reason, the phony TV studio sets in each successive segment just keep getting more and more hilarious.
News over, I get up to put in a movie: Krzysztof Kieslowski's _Decalogue_, the 10th and final episode (
see Internet Movie Database | see Amazon.com ) that I've been meaning to watch for weeks. I realize as I fumble with the DVD player that yes, I am by now officially "too fucked up to drive".
The movie (this one deals with the commandment "Thou shalt not envy thy neighbor's possessions"), in Polish with subtitles, just totally rocks on acid. For a while I kept thinking, This disc must be dirty, the picture's all screwed up -- but yes folks, I soon realized I was getting my first really good acid visuals. So cool. The ghosting and melting of the character's faces (Kieslowski's movies are all about faces and expressions) makes it a little harder to concentrate on the subtitles, but increases my empathy with the characters in a new way.
As the movie is ending my wife comes home and we chat a bit. She doesn't trip, but always seems to get a fun contact high from me when I do. We joke around, drink some wine, and end up watching three taped episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm. These are a little less awesome on acid than the Polish art film -- does comedy always suffer on LSD compared to drama? Or is mainstream entertainment always less enhanced than what the tripper perceives to be "art"? -- but it's a pleasant way to start coming down.
Later, lying in bed trying to sleep, I seem to have an entire empathic conversation with the cat. His sleepy nighttime expressions and movements convey hidden meanings I always missed before. Despite my restlessness, I am happy and content and, finally, asleep.
At several points during this trip I did feel that LSD was now beginning to teach me something mystical and secret, and that many more lessons await. I am eager for the next one.
...yesterday I upped the dose -- previous doses had been 1-2 blotters, this time I chewed 3 dots, around 400-500ug if the supplier is to be believed, maybe less. In any case, PERFECT dose for me.
After much deliberation about where to fit this trip in to my hectic holiday schedule, I decided to drop the dose on leaving work around 4:30. This was a little against my better judgment, as starting a trip that late in the day on a work night usually means I get no sleep. And I didn't really, but who cares.
After dosing I biked home from work, a good hard 30 minute ride into the icy wind. This might be one of my favorite ways to begin a trip: the outdoors and fresh air put me in a positive mindset; the initial visual effects of the drug become evident in the contrasting colors of passing street lights, buildings, and stars overhead; and probably best of all, just as I climb off the bike at home and the adrenaline rush subsides, emerging in its place is the first onset of the trip. I'm trembling both with fatigue and anticipation, and as I climb the stairs to my flat I say out loud to myself, "This is going to be very interesting".
As I get settled at home and prepare for the trip, I feel the kind of tense excitement I can only compare with the feeling of being about to have sex with someone new for the first time -- after all the flirtation and negotiation, the sublime moment when you both realize, This is it, it's going to happen, a new chapter in life is unfolding and there's no going back.
I wrap up in a cozy afghan blanket, dim the lights, and turn on ... the News Hour with Jim Lehrer?? Well, this turns out to be a great way to come up on the acid, for just as the giggling phase sets in I'm treated to one commentator after another, each more earnest, excited and funny looking than the last. I've never felt such empathy and amusement with the show's guests - for the first time I notice how passionate they are, the nuances of their faces as they react to each other. For some reason, the phony TV studio sets in each successive segment just keep getting more and more hilarious.
News over, I get up to put in a movie: Krzysztof Kieslowski's _Decalogue_, the 10th and final episode (
see Internet Movie Database | see Amazon.com ) that I've been meaning to watch for weeks. I realize as I fumble with the DVD player that yes, I am by now officially "too fucked up to drive".
The movie (this one deals with the commandment "Thou shalt not envy thy neighbor's possessions"), in Polish with subtitles, just totally rocks on acid. For a while I kept thinking, This disc must be dirty, the picture's all screwed up -- but yes folks, I soon realized I was getting my first really good acid visuals. So cool. The ghosting and melting of the character's faces (Kieslowski's movies are all about faces and expressions) makes it a little harder to concentrate on the subtitles, but increases my empathy with the characters in a new way.
As the movie is ending my wife comes home and we chat a bit. She doesn't trip, but always seems to get a fun contact high from me when I do. We joke around, drink some wine, and end up watching three taped episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm. These are a little less awesome on acid than the Polish art film -- does comedy always suffer on LSD compared to drama? Or is mainstream entertainment always less enhanced than what the tripper perceives to be "art"? -- but it's a pleasant way to start coming down.
Later, lying in bed trying to sleep, I seem to have an entire empathic conversation with the cat. His sleepy nighttime expressions and movements convey hidden meanings I always missed before. Despite my restlessness, I am happy and content and, finally, asleep.
At several points during this trip I did feel that LSD was now beginning to teach me something mystical and secret, and that many more lessons await. I am eager for the next one.
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