PityTheFool
Bluelighter
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[In this report I describe myself as drinking a decent amount of alcohol<EDIT> on acid </EDIT>, but I don't recommend this to anyone else unless they're sure of what they're doing. Personally, I'm not drinking next time]
Quite some time ago I had two microdots at the same time and it caused me trouble. For about half an hour I was mildly freaking out, mostly because I was forced to deal with money in an odd situation and it confused me. Shortly after, people were worried about me and I had forgotten exactly why; that worried me more. Then we all went for a walk up a mountain in the middle of the night and I spent the rest of the night laughing and having a great time. My friends wouldn't believe me that I knew exactly why I freaked out and could easily handle two, but last Saturday(13/3/04) I demonstrated it for myself and had the greatest time ever.
I was with a group of about 10 friends, but only myself and another were tripping. The two of us drank about a six-pack of beer each between 7:30 and 10:30pm when we ate our first dot. By 11:30 we had gone into town and were sitting outside a pub. A tree next to us had fairy lights wrapped around it and they were wiggling slightly and glowing oddly. The table was painted as if it started out white and had different shades grey paint in small splotches all over it. The spots on the table were growing and shrinking almost imperceptibly. I knew things weren't quite right but I couldn't yet point at anything and say "wow!". After about an hour we all leave to go and play pool in a nearby hall. Instead of going straight there, my tripping friend and I go off to find a couple of girls who went to the Casino earlier. By 12:30 we find them and are sitting on some benches when I decide to have a second (unplanned) dot.
A bit later we're playing at the pool hall, and although my vision is currently very sharpened, I'm demonstrating that it's never been less precise. The white ball has at least 3 rings of shadow on it, and that many again on the table around it. The shadows are flickering around and make it hard to tell exactly where the ball is. Meanwhile, the cue has an overlay of blurry grey fire running up it. After about 3 shots which go nowhere near their intended destination, I decide to stop pretending to play pool, and I go outside to sit with friends.
Car headlights appear very bright, but pleasantly so. A small section of wall that the door swings on is painted in that "drippy paint" style. The drips of paint on the wall are disappearing and popping back into existence, all while washing around like a slow tide; the edges of the wall are solid and unmoving. When I'm on one dot, the individual leaves of a tree will grow and shrink randomly to cover and reveal gaps in the canopy. Right now, on two, the gaps are static but glowing so brightly in shades of light purple that they're nearly buzzing. This is the point where I realise I'm really tripping hard; where new colours are appearing of their own accord, rather than from the combinations of other colours. After sitting there and marvelling for about 15mins I go inside and shortly a couple of us leave for the newest(and best) nightclub in town. My tripping friend stays at the pub with his girlfriend and I don't see him again that night.
I was so distracted and amazed by the things I was seeing that I didn't look at my watch until about 2:30am, but I'm guessing that we get into the nightclub at 2am. We go straight to the bottom floor and while descending I can almost feel the excitement flowing up the steps. I walk away from the stairs into an exploding sea of beats, light, and smoke. In reality, the floor between the stairs and the bar is transparent amber with gold wires running through it. To my eyes, the amber is sparkling and the gold wires are writhing. The friend I came with, goes off to find the person that invited him to the club.
I've already had another beer or two while in town, and I go to the bar to get a drink each for my friend and I. The bar has a neon light running along the staff side, and everything on that side looks like an icy version of heaven. Service and drinks come quickly and upon turning, I realise that I've no chance of finding my friend in this club because I can't actually see the floor. I stand near the bar looking lost. I'm a bit worried but I don't think anyone can tell. After about 15 minutes I've drunk one of the drinks and I've found a bad seat. I can't see much but at least I'm not standing around like an idiot. My brother and his friend walk up and I'm really glad to see them. Unfortunately I can't say much because I keep rehashing -any- complex sentence about once per second and I never get anything out of my mouth except "I'm so fucked!" and "Holy crap this rules!"; it happens anytime I'm on acid and talking with someone who isn't on acid.
Good, comfortable seats open up and we go take them. Earlier, at 11:30 I said "I couldn't point at anything and say wow", now I can point at ANYTHING and say WOW! I'm beyond pointing though. My mouth is just agape at the club, and I can't get the look of amazement off my face. There's a giant pillar of smoke rising from the dancefloor with flashing lights crossing it. Blue and red lights flood the dancefloor in time with the music. Colours are more saturated than I thought colours could be. Even drops on a water bottle are multiplying and pulsating. The entire scene is absolutely fantastic and I'm ashamed that I can't quite describe why it was so great.
In the club there are these balls of wire hanging from the ceiling, they're about 1.3m in diameter and are made from probably 300m of wound up 3mm wire(there's a lot of empty space between). The wire on the balls appears to be simultaneously getting sucked to its centre and bubbled out onto another part of the ball. Everything is so awesome that I don't want to move, I swear out loud every time the music hits a peak, my mouth is wide open in awe and euphoria at least 75% of the time. I sit in unparalleled joy for two hours, talking occasionally, and only getting up a couple of times.
At some point during my 2 hours of joy, I find my friend on the stairs with the girl who invited him. Later he convinces me and a mutual friend to leave the club with him and some girls he knows. Now, this mutual friend is soon leaving to go abroad, and the first friend keeps saying that we'll "go back to someone's house to play pool and have some fun". It seemed that he kept saying the same sentence, and my mind was fixing on the fact that these are all strange girls; our mutual friend is leaving to spend at least a year overseas; and the first friend appears to be pushing the "have some fun" point. It turns out I had entirely the wrong idea, and I was glad.
Back at the strange house, there's a pool table in a brightly lit room, and the faux wood grain is flowing in waves, but with colours of red and purple and yellow all mixed together in the grain behind the frequent waves of darker wood grain. I go outside and sit on a couch about 7m from a dartboard. The dartboard's scoring rings are thicker than normal and are swivelling around its centre as if they were made of very soft jelly and the board was oscillating around its centre. A short palm tree waves its fronds like it's lazily dancing and I know I'm definately coming down. Turned-off fairy lights wrapped around the porch railing are snaking around as lazily as the palm tree is dancing, but much more actively than the fairy lights back at the pub.
Now that I'm not in the club, I'm paying a bit more attention to what's happening when I close my eyes. Unfortunately people are talking so I can't remember much of it, and what I can remember is very hard to describe, a bit like a sharper and more ordered version of the Windows Media Player visuals.
That's about it, until we all got a lift back home. Over the night and back at the stranger's house, I would have drunk at least 12 standard drinks, and it definately lengthened my trip. I was getting closed-eye visuals still at around 3pm(T+15) when I went to bed, but at least I could sleep anyway. I don't think the booze <EDIT> made </EDIT> the peak worse - maybe it made it better - but it did extend the restless(mentally) comedown. Next time I'll stick to non-alcoholic drinks that don't have caffeine in them. Although it gave me the best night in recent memory, I was still regretful that it consistently renders me unable to dance.... though, it'd probably be for the best if I don't dance at any time
I'm very happy with how acid is turning out for me. I'm really excited to do it again, but I'm perfectly happy to wait for a good opportunity. What I'm getting at is that it's oddly anti-addictive for me.
Thanks for reading.
Quite some time ago I had two microdots at the same time and it caused me trouble. For about half an hour I was mildly freaking out, mostly because I was forced to deal with money in an odd situation and it confused me. Shortly after, people were worried about me and I had forgotten exactly why; that worried me more. Then we all went for a walk up a mountain in the middle of the night and I spent the rest of the night laughing and having a great time. My friends wouldn't believe me that I knew exactly why I freaked out and could easily handle two, but last Saturday(13/3/04) I demonstrated it for myself and had the greatest time ever.
I was with a group of about 10 friends, but only myself and another were tripping. The two of us drank about a six-pack of beer each between 7:30 and 10:30pm when we ate our first dot. By 11:30 we had gone into town and were sitting outside a pub. A tree next to us had fairy lights wrapped around it and they were wiggling slightly and glowing oddly. The table was painted as if it started out white and had different shades grey paint in small splotches all over it. The spots on the table were growing and shrinking almost imperceptibly. I knew things weren't quite right but I couldn't yet point at anything and say "wow!". After about an hour we all leave to go and play pool in a nearby hall. Instead of going straight there, my tripping friend and I go off to find a couple of girls who went to the Casino earlier. By 12:30 we find them and are sitting on some benches when I decide to have a second (unplanned) dot.
A bit later we're playing at the pool hall, and although my vision is currently very sharpened, I'm demonstrating that it's never been less precise. The white ball has at least 3 rings of shadow on it, and that many again on the table around it. The shadows are flickering around and make it hard to tell exactly where the ball is. Meanwhile, the cue has an overlay of blurry grey fire running up it. After about 3 shots which go nowhere near their intended destination, I decide to stop pretending to play pool, and I go outside to sit with friends.
Car headlights appear very bright, but pleasantly so. A small section of wall that the door swings on is painted in that "drippy paint" style. The drips of paint on the wall are disappearing and popping back into existence, all while washing around like a slow tide; the edges of the wall are solid and unmoving. When I'm on one dot, the individual leaves of a tree will grow and shrink randomly to cover and reveal gaps in the canopy. Right now, on two, the gaps are static but glowing so brightly in shades of light purple that they're nearly buzzing. This is the point where I realise I'm really tripping hard; where new colours are appearing of their own accord, rather than from the combinations of other colours. After sitting there and marvelling for about 15mins I go inside and shortly a couple of us leave for the newest(and best) nightclub in town. My tripping friend stays at the pub with his girlfriend and I don't see him again that night.
I was so distracted and amazed by the things I was seeing that I didn't look at my watch until about 2:30am, but I'm guessing that we get into the nightclub at 2am. We go straight to the bottom floor and while descending I can almost feel the excitement flowing up the steps. I walk away from the stairs into an exploding sea of beats, light, and smoke. In reality, the floor between the stairs and the bar is transparent amber with gold wires running through it. To my eyes, the amber is sparkling and the gold wires are writhing. The friend I came with, goes off to find the person that invited him to the club.
I've already had another beer or two while in town, and I go to the bar to get a drink each for my friend and I. The bar has a neon light running along the staff side, and everything on that side looks like an icy version of heaven. Service and drinks come quickly and upon turning, I realise that I've no chance of finding my friend in this club because I can't actually see the floor. I stand near the bar looking lost. I'm a bit worried but I don't think anyone can tell. After about 15 minutes I've drunk one of the drinks and I've found a bad seat. I can't see much but at least I'm not standing around like an idiot. My brother and his friend walk up and I'm really glad to see them. Unfortunately I can't say much because I keep rehashing -any- complex sentence about once per second and I never get anything out of my mouth except "I'm so fucked!" and "Holy crap this rules!"; it happens anytime I'm on acid and talking with someone who isn't on acid.
Good, comfortable seats open up and we go take them. Earlier, at 11:30 I said "I couldn't point at anything and say wow", now I can point at ANYTHING and say WOW! I'm beyond pointing though. My mouth is just agape at the club, and I can't get the look of amazement off my face. There's a giant pillar of smoke rising from the dancefloor with flashing lights crossing it. Blue and red lights flood the dancefloor in time with the music. Colours are more saturated than I thought colours could be. Even drops on a water bottle are multiplying and pulsating. The entire scene is absolutely fantastic and I'm ashamed that I can't quite describe why it was so great.
In the club there are these balls of wire hanging from the ceiling, they're about 1.3m in diameter and are made from probably 300m of wound up 3mm wire(there's a lot of empty space between). The wire on the balls appears to be simultaneously getting sucked to its centre and bubbled out onto another part of the ball. Everything is so awesome that I don't want to move, I swear out loud every time the music hits a peak, my mouth is wide open in awe and euphoria at least 75% of the time. I sit in unparalleled joy for two hours, talking occasionally, and only getting up a couple of times.
At some point during my 2 hours of joy, I find my friend on the stairs with the girl who invited him. Later he convinces me and a mutual friend to leave the club with him and some girls he knows. Now, this mutual friend is soon leaving to go abroad, and the first friend keeps saying that we'll "go back to someone's house to play pool and have some fun". It seemed that he kept saying the same sentence, and my mind was fixing on the fact that these are all strange girls; our mutual friend is leaving to spend at least a year overseas; and the first friend appears to be pushing the "have some fun" point. It turns out I had entirely the wrong idea, and I was glad.
Back at the strange house, there's a pool table in a brightly lit room, and the faux wood grain is flowing in waves, but with colours of red and purple and yellow all mixed together in the grain behind the frequent waves of darker wood grain. I go outside and sit on a couch about 7m from a dartboard. The dartboard's scoring rings are thicker than normal and are swivelling around its centre as if they were made of very soft jelly and the board was oscillating around its centre. A short palm tree waves its fronds like it's lazily dancing and I know I'm definately coming down. Turned-off fairy lights wrapped around the porch railing are snaking around as lazily as the palm tree is dancing, but much more actively than the fairy lights back at the pub.
Now that I'm not in the club, I'm paying a bit more attention to what's happening when I close my eyes. Unfortunately people are talking so I can't remember much of it, and what I can remember is very hard to describe, a bit like a sharper and more ordered version of the Windows Media Player visuals.
That's about it, until we all got a lift back home. Over the night and back at the stranger's house, I would have drunk at least 12 standard drinks, and it definately lengthened my trip. I was getting closed-eye visuals still at around 3pm(T+15) when I went to bed, but at least I could sleep anyway. I don't think the booze <EDIT> made </EDIT> the peak worse - maybe it made it better - but it did extend the restless(mentally) comedown. Next time I'll stick to non-alcoholic drinks that don't have caffeine in them. Although it gave me the best night in recent memory, I was still regretful that it consistently renders me unable to dance.... though, it'd probably be for the best if I don't dance at any time
I'm very happy with how acid is turning out for me. I'm really excited to do it again, but I'm perfectly happy to wait for a good opportunity. What I'm getting at is that it's oddly anti-addictive for me.
Thanks for reading.
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