whataboutheforests
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(LSD + Cocaine + alcohol + cannabis) moderately experienced, "Don't mix these"
I had another encounter with acid last night, after not doing it for a while. It was a strange experience, to say the least.
I started the night off drinking a couple beers at my house, with no intention of tripping. I left and skated over to my friends house. I drank a couple more beers and took a shot. I started talking to my friend T, who had a vial of acid, and he said he had dosed earlier in the day. Being drunk, I really wanted to trip, and didn’t really think about what I might experience. He offered to give me some, and I agreed, but only if it was a small drop. He dropped it on my tongue, and it tasted minty, I’m not sure why. I remember asking him why but I can’t remember what he said. This was around 1 am. Now that I look back on it, T was pretty drunk too and he may have given me a larger dose than intended.
We went out to a party a couple houses down, and I continued to drink (beer). I think I smoked some hash oil about 30 minutes after ingesting the acid. This is when it really started kicking in. I got to this state, which was close to blacked out. I could tell I was really fucked up, and I was perceiving the world in single frames, flashing continuously. We went back to my friends house, a couple house down, to smoke some more oil. I felt good about leaving the party, because I was pretty overwhelmed and din’t feel like being social at all. I took a rip, and my friends went back to the party, but I just sat down on the porch by myself. I knew I couldn’t interact with people at this point. I would look like a drugged out idiot. My friend H came back to his house and I knew he had been doing cocaine, and for some reason I was craving some. (I think that was the alcohol talking).
My memory becomes really hazy at this point. I know I didn’t leave his house again. There were a lot of kids over, doing A LOT of coke and xanax, as well as drinking. I felt like I wasn’t on the same level as any of these other kids; I was in a different state of mind . I remember going downstairs (maybe because I wanted coke?) and I took a piss in the bathroom. However, After what felt like 15 minutes of standing in the bathroom by myself, I realized I couldn’t leave. I felt really self conscious, and I felt REALLY sped up. I was clenching my jaw extremely hard at this point, and my eyes were moons. I looked insane, and I didn’t want anyone to see me because I didn’t know how well I could communicate with them. Eventually, I got enough courage to leave the bathroom and went upstairs. H began to cut up a huge pile of lines, it must have been at least 2 grams (of excellent coke!) I remember snorting many lines. I felt like I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. I felt really uncomfortable, like nobody in the room was my friend; they were just drugged out idiots. I felt really great, the rush was intense, but I was really overwhelmed as well; all I could do was stare at the coffee table in front of me and feel strange. I did a lot more coke and I drank a couple more beers.
I remember FIENDING coke, really bad, like I could feel myself crashing and couldn’t handle it. It just felt too good. THe euphoria was hard to describe, it was so intense. My friend J had a ton of oil and he kept giving out fat gobs. I think this is what got me so fucked up. I sat in that room all night, drinking, taking oil rips, and doing lines of coke. There was no spiritual aspect to the trip at all, it was pure hedonistic pleasure. A handle of vodka appeared and I started taking shots, to combat the stimulation from the coke and LSD. Eventually, it got light out. I remember going out to the porch, and being surprised it was getting light out. I felt insanely tweaked out and realized I had a 30 rack back at my house. I asked T if he wanted to drink a couple beers to come down at my place. In my tripping state, I somehow thought it would be over soon even though it had only been 5 hours.
We walked up the hill to my house. At the top of the hill, we marveled at the sunrise. The beauty of it, the intense oranges and pinks and blues was mind blowing. We bombed down the hill on our skateboards. The feeling I got from this was insane. I felt like I was fully peaking. Watching the sunrise was by far the best part of the trip. The visuals I was getting at this point (much like the rest of the trip) were very subdued, probably from drinking. I got the breathing, wavy visuals, but nothing too amazing. Very blurry visuals, from the alcohol.
We got back to my house, and I cracked a beer eagerly, thinking I would sleep soon, since it was morning. We sat on my porch and chatted excitedly until my neighbor slammed her window shut. I realized it was early in the morning, and we were way too loud. This made me feel really uncomfortable for some reason. Like I had really fucked up, and pissed her off. T left after 1 beer, and I retreated quickly inside, and put my headphones in. The internet/computer screen was unrecognizable. I could barely function. I turned the music up all the way, and put my head down, and closed my eyes. I got this crazy vision, like a kaleidescope, but I was seeing me from above. There were about twelve of me, rotating in a half circle, but in an infinite fractal loop. The music literally took me to a different world. I felt like a small speck of dust in the cosmos (cliché, I know) Everything was infinite, in one big loop. I think the alcohol aided in the disassociation. Is that was ego death is? I sat the for what felt like hours, lost in a different reality, eyes closed in pure bliss.
At this point in the trip, I think I blacked out from drinking too much. I chugged beer after beer after beer. I remember talking out loud to myself, but saying gibberish. I was literally insane at this point, nothing made sense. I think my mistake was drinking too much. I remember trying to go to sleep, but nothing worked. I wanted to go outside and lie in the sun, (it was around 9 am at this point) but I didn’t want people to see me in this state. I remember wanting to get something to eat, but realizing I was too drunk and fucked up to drive. I was mostly just drunk at this point, and forgot about the acid. Nothing was making sense. Sleep, no sleep, whats going on? All of the sudden, I came to (back to reality somewhat) and I looked at the clock on my laptop. It was 4:30 pm. This seriously tripped me out. WHAT THE FUCK??? Did I black out? I cant remember anything since about 10. What the hell happened to the day..??! Later, I checked how many beers I had left. I had somehow drank 12 beers in the morning, WAY more than I thought I had drank. I still felt like I was tripping. I began to get worried. Was I going insane? Why did I feel so strange still? I remember thinking, Oh it’s just the acid you took. But then I realized that was 16 hours ago. At about 10:30 pm, I still felt like I was tripping, or was I just drunk? I was in a dreamlike state. I attempted to get some food, but I was so fucked up.. Too fucked up to drive, but I made it. I thought for sure I was going to get pulled over, but I just needed to feel normal, and I thought food would do that. Looking back, I probably felt so fucked up because of how much I drank, crashing from the coke, and not sleeping for 40 + hours.
I ate, and I cracked only 1 more beer, but only drank a couple sips. I still feel fucked up right now, as I’m typing this, and its 1 am. It’s been exactly 24 hours since I dosed. The thing is, I don’t just feel drunk, my psychedelic state is lingering. The comedown from the coke was terrible, I felt like dying. It blew my 2 gram molly binge out of the water, in terms of a rough come down. Also, I didn’t have any weed at all (I’m a daily smoke), which the following day unbearable. I didn’t sleep till 36 hours after dosing, up for about 56 hours in all.
Moral: don’t mix acid and cocaine. Its fun for a bit, but the comedown is not worth it. Also, I think I got way too drunk while tripping. I felt the electric sensation in my teeth like I get from 2c-I the entire next day a reallllly speedy feeling. What’s funny, is I’ve done this combo before (the first time I ever did LSD), and I didn’t learn my lesson. I thought I could handle it better this time, and my previous bad experience was just because I had never done LSD before. I need to make better decisions when drinking and treat LSD with more respect, and STOP doing cocaine. I shouldn’t have done the LSD that night, but I had been searching for so long and T was selling the LSD so I didn’t know if I would get another change. Cocaine and alcohol definitely made me feel invincible while I was under the influence, but the comedown made me realize I’m not.
I had another encounter with acid last night, after not doing it for a while. It was a strange experience, to say the least.
I started the night off drinking a couple beers at my house, with no intention of tripping. I left and skated over to my friends house. I drank a couple more beers and took a shot. I started talking to my friend T, who had a vial of acid, and he said he had dosed earlier in the day. Being drunk, I really wanted to trip, and didn’t really think about what I might experience. He offered to give me some, and I agreed, but only if it was a small drop. He dropped it on my tongue, and it tasted minty, I’m not sure why. I remember asking him why but I can’t remember what he said. This was around 1 am. Now that I look back on it, T was pretty drunk too and he may have given me a larger dose than intended.
We went out to a party a couple houses down, and I continued to drink (beer). I think I smoked some hash oil about 30 minutes after ingesting the acid. This is when it really started kicking in. I got to this state, which was close to blacked out. I could tell I was really fucked up, and I was perceiving the world in single frames, flashing continuously. We went back to my friends house, a couple house down, to smoke some more oil. I felt good about leaving the party, because I was pretty overwhelmed and din’t feel like being social at all. I took a rip, and my friends went back to the party, but I just sat down on the porch by myself. I knew I couldn’t interact with people at this point. I would look like a drugged out idiot. My friend H came back to his house and I knew he had been doing cocaine, and for some reason I was craving some. (I think that was the alcohol talking).
My memory becomes really hazy at this point. I know I didn’t leave his house again. There were a lot of kids over, doing A LOT of coke and xanax, as well as drinking. I felt like I wasn’t on the same level as any of these other kids; I was in a different state of mind . I remember going downstairs (maybe because I wanted coke?) and I took a piss in the bathroom. However, After what felt like 15 minutes of standing in the bathroom by myself, I realized I couldn’t leave. I felt really self conscious, and I felt REALLY sped up. I was clenching my jaw extremely hard at this point, and my eyes were moons. I looked insane, and I didn’t want anyone to see me because I didn’t know how well I could communicate with them. Eventually, I got enough courage to leave the bathroom and went upstairs. H began to cut up a huge pile of lines, it must have been at least 2 grams (of excellent coke!) I remember snorting many lines. I felt like I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. I felt really uncomfortable, like nobody in the room was my friend; they were just drugged out idiots. I felt really great, the rush was intense, but I was really overwhelmed as well; all I could do was stare at the coffee table in front of me and feel strange. I did a lot more coke and I drank a couple more beers.
I remember FIENDING coke, really bad, like I could feel myself crashing and couldn’t handle it. It just felt too good. THe euphoria was hard to describe, it was so intense. My friend J had a ton of oil and he kept giving out fat gobs. I think this is what got me so fucked up. I sat in that room all night, drinking, taking oil rips, and doing lines of coke. There was no spiritual aspect to the trip at all, it was pure hedonistic pleasure. A handle of vodka appeared and I started taking shots, to combat the stimulation from the coke and LSD. Eventually, it got light out. I remember going out to the porch, and being surprised it was getting light out. I felt insanely tweaked out and realized I had a 30 rack back at my house. I asked T if he wanted to drink a couple beers to come down at my place. In my tripping state, I somehow thought it would be over soon even though it had only been 5 hours.
We walked up the hill to my house. At the top of the hill, we marveled at the sunrise. The beauty of it, the intense oranges and pinks and blues was mind blowing. We bombed down the hill on our skateboards. The feeling I got from this was insane. I felt like I was fully peaking. Watching the sunrise was by far the best part of the trip. The visuals I was getting at this point (much like the rest of the trip) were very subdued, probably from drinking. I got the breathing, wavy visuals, but nothing too amazing. Very blurry visuals, from the alcohol.
We got back to my house, and I cracked a beer eagerly, thinking I would sleep soon, since it was morning. We sat on my porch and chatted excitedly until my neighbor slammed her window shut. I realized it was early in the morning, and we were way too loud. This made me feel really uncomfortable for some reason. Like I had really fucked up, and pissed her off. T left after 1 beer, and I retreated quickly inside, and put my headphones in. The internet/computer screen was unrecognizable. I could barely function. I turned the music up all the way, and put my head down, and closed my eyes. I got this crazy vision, like a kaleidescope, but I was seeing me from above. There were about twelve of me, rotating in a half circle, but in an infinite fractal loop. The music literally took me to a different world. I felt like a small speck of dust in the cosmos (cliché, I know) Everything was infinite, in one big loop. I think the alcohol aided in the disassociation. Is that was ego death is? I sat the for what felt like hours, lost in a different reality, eyes closed in pure bliss.
At this point in the trip, I think I blacked out from drinking too much. I chugged beer after beer after beer. I remember talking out loud to myself, but saying gibberish. I was literally insane at this point, nothing made sense. I think my mistake was drinking too much. I remember trying to go to sleep, but nothing worked. I wanted to go outside and lie in the sun, (it was around 9 am at this point) but I didn’t want people to see me in this state. I remember wanting to get something to eat, but realizing I was too drunk and fucked up to drive. I was mostly just drunk at this point, and forgot about the acid. Nothing was making sense. Sleep, no sleep, whats going on? All of the sudden, I came to (back to reality somewhat) and I looked at the clock on my laptop. It was 4:30 pm. This seriously tripped me out. WHAT THE FUCK??? Did I black out? I cant remember anything since about 10. What the hell happened to the day..??! Later, I checked how many beers I had left. I had somehow drank 12 beers in the morning, WAY more than I thought I had drank. I still felt like I was tripping. I began to get worried. Was I going insane? Why did I feel so strange still? I remember thinking, Oh it’s just the acid you took. But then I realized that was 16 hours ago. At about 10:30 pm, I still felt like I was tripping, or was I just drunk? I was in a dreamlike state. I attempted to get some food, but I was so fucked up.. Too fucked up to drive, but I made it. I thought for sure I was going to get pulled over, but I just needed to feel normal, and I thought food would do that. Looking back, I probably felt so fucked up because of how much I drank, crashing from the coke, and not sleeping for 40 + hours.
I ate, and I cracked only 1 more beer, but only drank a couple sips. I still feel fucked up right now, as I’m typing this, and its 1 am. It’s been exactly 24 hours since I dosed. The thing is, I don’t just feel drunk, my psychedelic state is lingering. The comedown from the coke was terrible, I felt like dying. It blew my 2 gram molly binge out of the water, in terms of a rough come down. Also, I didn’t have any weed at all (I’m a daily smoke), which the following day unbearable. I didn’t sleep till 36 hours after dosing, up for about 56 hours in all.
Moral: don’t mix acid and cocaine. Its fun for a bit, but the comedown is not worth it. Also, I think I got way too drunk while tripping. I felt the electric sensation in my teeth like I get from 2c-I the entire next day a reallllly speedy feeling. What’s funny, is I’ve done this combo before (the first time I ever did LSD), and I didn’t learn my lesson. I thought I could handle it better this time, and my previous bad experience was just because I had never done LSD before. I need to make better decisions when drinking and treat LSD with more respect, and STOP doing cocaine. I shouldn’t have done the LSD that night, but I had been searching for so long and T was selling the LSD so I didn’t know if I would get another change. Cocaine and alcohol definitely made me feel invincible while I was under the influence, but the comedown made me realize I’m not.
