timberwolf1124
Greenlighter
A small bit about myself before the actual trip report
This was my first time doing any manner of disassociative, as anyone whos done them can imagine it was pretty damn overwhelming and as such the report may be slightly off on the times and the details. Also, I am unsure of the dose, it was just *1 tab*.The friend who I got it from said she usually does 2 and its always a very intense trip, so much so she was very hesitant to go for 3. Seeing as how shes older than me (Im 20) and much more experienced than me, I decided to go for 1 the first time and see where it decided to take me.
Also I was with my brother at the time, who I'll refer to as Joe. He has smoked DMT once but othderwise has no more experience than I do with hallucinogens.
10:30AM- Joe showed up at my house and after a few minutes of speaking we got the tabs and put them on our tounges. I got some tobacco and some blue chesse and rolled a spliff. The tab on my tounge was slowly dissolving but it had been over 10 minutes so we both just swallowed it and sparked up the spliff. He pointed out there was no music playing so I went over to my stereo and put on Black Sabbath's Vol. 4. We sat there enjoying the weed and waiting for the acid to start hitting us.
11:10AM- We had simply sat there listening to the music and not speaking too much when Joe said he was slowly beginning to come up. I didnt feel anything yet so I just posessed my soul in patience and tried not to be too anxious. About 10 minutes later I started feeling like something was happening. Not anything tangible just a thought in my head that something important was HAPPENING. At that moment I realized the last song on the album was ending so I got up to change the record. As I stood in front of that big ass speaker enjoying the songs ending I realized that all the colors I was seeing looked different. I tried to figure out why and started concentrating really hard on it, then I realized the song had been over for over a minute and I needed to do what I went over there for and change out the record. I put on Anthrax (cant remember the album) and sat down, feeling both amazed and stupid.
11:45AM- After a few songs I turned the stereo down a bit and Joe rolled a joint while we talked. We were both rapidly coming up now and I was starting to get a little scared so I just focused on the conversation and looked forward to the weed. As we smoked I noticed how cool the ceiling fan looked so I turned it on low even though it was in the upper 50s outside. I watched it turn around and my feelings of fear were replaced with a calm happiness. My thoughts started to wander and I mostly just let them.
12:30PM- After nearly half an hour more we decided to walk to a park that was about 3 blocks away from my house. We loaded up a pipe and left. On the way there I was mesmerized by the clouds and sky. I tripped twice and nearly missed a turn because I was staring up the entire time. When we got to the park there were a few kids on the swings but it didnt bother us because the bench we were heading for was on the other side of the park. As we sat down I was hit by a very strong and bittersweet feeling of nostalgia. I had sat on this bench and smoked with my brothers and friends countless times over the years. I did my best to relate these feelings to Joe and he instantly understood because he was feeling the same. What followed was an intensely emotional, occasionally incoherent conversation reflecting on our childhood and past. We both felt as though our family had reached a turning point or new chapter. Our mother died nearly a year ago and our other br9ther was in county jail awaiting trial on 4 felonies and a few misdemeanors. Our father was stricken with grief at his wifes passing and was accelerating the pace at which he was drinking himself to death. We had talked about these things a few times before but for the first time it wasnt horribly depressing, we were actually able tolook at things as a new chapter instead of purely the end of an era. We sat on that bench for over 2 hours, chain smoking cigarettes like we both do when we talk about anything personal, even to each other. (we completely spaced the pipeful of ganja in my pocket)
2:45PM- We walked back to my house, still speaking of things in the vein as before. My emotions were so strong that I was actually paying very little attention to the world around me and how incredible it all looked. One thing that did strike me was how ugly the man made houses looked to the trees grass and rest of nature. I felt saddened by the fact that there werent more trees in my neighborhood. When we got back we started playing with my cat and watching how cool the movements he made were when he was chasing after a shoelace or toy.
3:15- I put in a Bach CD and we started talking about random subjects. Somehow we came around to the subject of our grandfather. Our parents were Russian immigrants to America, and my father brought his father with him when they came. Our granfather fought in the Great Patriotic War and used to tell us the most badass and inspiring about defending Stalingrad. We recounted the old stories and talked about visiting his grave. I started missing him more than I had in years.
4:15PM-We decided to watch a movie and, inspired by the old war stories, decided to watch sometging as violent and horrible as possible. After some consideration I put in Cannibal Holocaust. Joe said he was hungry and thought he would be able to eat so I phoned in a pizza while the movie started. I pointed out the humour of a cannibal film making him think of food and we literally laughed uncontrollably for 5 minutes straight. We watched the movie and I was shocked by how much it wae disgusting me. Im a big fan of gory hardcore horror and have become desensitized to it over the years but I was reacting to this like I hadnt in years.
6:00PM- After the movie ended we both started to feel like we were starting to come down a little. We watched a couple more movies but I dont remember much of what went down due to our increasing amount of THC intake. Around 9:30 we both wanted to try and sleep even though we thought we would be unable to do so. He crashed on the couch and I collapsed on my bed. I actually managed to get to sleep at about 11 or so.
Anyway, that was was my first LSD trip. I remember sitting on the park bench thinking I wouldnt be able to see my near future in the same light once the drug wore off, but I actually have, and overall I think it was a positive experience because of it.
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This was my first time doing any manner of disassociative, as anyone whos done them can imagine it was pretty damn overwhelming and as such the report may be slightly off on the times and the details. Also, I am unsure of the dose, it was just *1 tab*.The friend who I got it from said she usually does 2 and its always a very intense trip, so much so she was very hesitant to go for 3. Seeing as how shes older than me (Im 20) and much more experienced than me, I decided to go for 1 the first time and see where it decided to take me.
Also I was with my brother at the time, who I'll refer to as Joe. He has smoked DMT once but othderwise has no more experience than I do with hallucinogens.
10:30AM- Joe showed up at my house and after a few minutes of speaking we got the tabs and put them on our tounges. I got some tobacco and some blue chesse and rolled a spliff. The tab on my tounge was slowly dissolving but it had been over 10 minutes so we both just swallowed it and sparked up the spliff. He pointed out there was no music playing so I went over to my stereo and put on Black Sabbath's Vol. 4. We sat there enjoying the weed and waiting for the acid to start hitting us.
11:10AM- We had simply sat there listening to the music and not speaking too much when Joe said he was slowly beginning to come up. I didnt feel anything yet so I just posessed my soul in patience and tried not to be too anxious. About 10 minutes later I started feeling like something was happening. Not anything tangible just a thought in my head that something important was HAPPENING. At that moment I realized the last song on the album was ending so I got up to change the record. As I stood in front of that big ass speaker enjoying the songs ending I realized that all the colors I was seeing looked different. I tried to figure out why and started concentrating really hard on it, then I realized the song had been over for over a minute and I needed to do what I went over there for and change out the record. I put on Anthrax (cant remember the album) and sat down, feeling both amazed and stupid.
11:45AM- After a few songs I turned the stereo down a bit and Joe rolled a joint while we talked. We were both rapidly coming up now and I was starting to get a little scared so I just focused on the conversation and looked forward to the weed. As we smoked I noticed how cool the ceiling fan looked so I turned it on low even though it was in the upper 50s outside. I watched it turn around and my feelings of fear were replaced with a calm happiness. My thoughts started to wander and I mostly just let them.
12:30PM- After nearly half an hour more we decided to walk to a park that was about 3 blocks away from my house. We loaded up a pipe and left. On the way there I was mesmerized by the clouds and sky. I tripped twice and nearly missed a turn because I was staring up the entire time. When we got to the park there were a few kids on the swings but it didnt bother us because the bench we were heading for was on the other side of the park. As we sat down I was hit by a very strong and bittersweet feeling of nostalgia. I had sat on this bench and smoked with my brothers and friends countless times over the years. I did my best to relate these feelings to Joe and he instantly understood because he was feeling the same. What followed was an intensely emotional, occasionally incoherent conversation reflecting on our childhood and past. We both felt as though our family had reached a turning point or new chapter. Our mother died nearly a year ago and our other br9ther was in county jail awaiting trial on 4 felonies and a few misdemeanors. Our father was stricken with grief at his wifes passing and was accelerating the pace at which he was drinking himself to death. We had talked about these things a few times before but for the first time it wasnt horribly depressing, we were actually able tolook at things as a new chapter instead of purely the end of an era. We sat on that bench for over 2 hours, chain smoking cigarettes like we both do when we talk about anything personal, even to each other. (we completely spaced the pipeful of ganja in my pocket)
2:45PM- We walked back to my house, still speaking of things in the vein as before. My emotions were so strong that I was actually paying very little attention to the world around me and how incredible it all looked. One thing that did strike me was how ugly the man made houses looked to the trees grass and rest of nature. I felt saddened by the fact that there werent more trees in my neighborhood. When we got back we started playing with my cat and watching how cool the movements he made were when he was chasing after a shoelace or toy.
3:15- I put in a Bach CD and we started talking about random subjects. Somehow we came around to the subject of our grandfather. Our parents were Russian immigrants to America, and my father brought his father with him when they came. Our granfather fought in the Great Patriotic War and used to tell us the most badass and inspiring about defending Stalingrad. We recounted the old stories and talked about visiting his grave. I started missing him more than I had in years.
4:15PM-We decided to watch a movie and, inspired by the old war stories, decided to watch sometging as violent and horrible as possible. After some consideration I put in Cannibal Holocaust. Joe said he was hungry and thought he would be able to eat so I phoned in a pizza while the movie started. I pointed out the humour of a cannibal film making him think of food and we literally laughed uncontrollably for 5 minutes straight. We watched the movie and I was shocked by how much it wae disgusting me. Im a big fan of gory hardcore horror and have become desensitized to it over the years but I was reacting to this like I hadnt in years.
6:00PM- After the movie ended we both started to feel like we were starting to come down a little. We watched a couple more movies but I dont remember much of what went down due to our increasing amount of THC intake. Around 9:30 we both wanted to try and sleep even though we thought we would be unable to do so. He crashed on the couch and I collapsed on my bed. I actually managed to get to sleep at about 11 or so.
Anyway, that was was my first LSD trip. I remember sitting on the park bench thinking I wouldnt be able to see my near future in the same light once the drug wore off, but I actually have, and overall I think it was a positive experience because of it.
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