acid trip from hell...reality, no more
t+:00-20mg amphetamines, 1-hit quality blotter
t+:1:30: 10mg amphetamines, 2 hits quality blotter
Journey to another world.
Chillen at my house, ready for a phat nite of partying at a rave we are all going to, got bunch of bl'ers over, everyones eatin doses, i eat a free one someone gives me along with sum speed (prolly a bad idea)...but i was feeling good at my house...feelin the music, just chillen exicted for the rave...so we go in the car ride, which is unreal trippin ballz...flash forward a bit...
Coupe hits of acid, waiting in line for what LOOKS to be a good rave, but whollle lot of shit happpened and it was messing with my head…kids kept playin gamez with me and shit cuz they knew I was really fucked up, but that was aight…till I eventually got inside. This is where the trip goes bad, somehow, inside, I lose consciousness to awake to be laying on the floor and these 2 girls were standing above me saying "adam, adam wake up"… and I have no clue who they are. So I get up and then they tell me to follow them to the music it'll all be worth it, so I follow them and they started dancing but I couldn't get into it.
After I wake up from passing out, the whole world felt wrong. It felt as if I were dead, but somehow I was walking among the living because I was trippin ballz right before I passed out, but I woke up dead sober with this really uncomfortable feeling inside my stomach where I felt like shit but I wasn't messed up anymore. My head just really hurt and my whole body felt like it was coming apart. I felt as if I had awoken from maybe what was all a dream but this new world was very different.
So I walk outside the club, but there are no ravers, its all spanish speaking dudes and shit, and this one dude comes up to me and goes "still trippin good?" im like what? Hes like yeah man don't eat acid acid is ever. And this other girl came up to me and started talking about how its horrible some kid od'd. cuz there was a fire truck and shit there…so I thought that I was the one who od'd and I was just watching life from a shell of a body, because at that moment it felt like my soul had been ripped from my body.
So I walk across the street to the gas station, and in this point in my head NOTHING is real, I am free to do what I please. So I walk into the place and open a bottle of water and started drinking it, then started to walk out and sum guy stops me and goes "im sorry sir, you have to pay for that", and I say fuck you this is my reality you cant make me pay for shit, and I throw him aside and leave.
Now I walk back to the club and ALL my friends are waiting in their cars for me with the engines started, but something seems off…it seems like they are all scripted chracters and I am not alive, these are just figures of my imagination. So I decide its best if I get in a car with them and go back to my place, so its weird as fuck. The second I walked into my front door, I was tripping my ASS off harder than I ever had before in my life. What was weird was i was with the same group of friends as before, but they seemed like whole other people, programmed characters who had set lines to say to me. It all felt like i was just totally out of touch with reality and that i wasnt coming back anytime soon. I felt as if they were all not real and i was creating them in my mind, and that i just wanted everything to be normal..
What happened next gets kinda sketchy. I get home and im sitting there realizing the fact that I OD'd on shit at the rave and this all wasn't really real and that I was actually dead…so im sitting in my room thinking how im not alive and im in zombie state ill be stuck in forever, so I decide I want it to end I want to die I wanted to kill myself, but im a wuss so I couldn't do it, but at that moment I was so completely lost in what is going on that I just wanted to die more than anything to make it stop.
As good as acid can be, the opposite really sucks, and I am very done with this drug. So anyway at the party, thank god, people calmed me down a little, but I still think that this all isnt real and that im dead and this world is my own reality. Because I swear to god I lost consciousness, woke up to people who knew my name who id never seen before, and then I just felt like my soul was ripped from my body.
I was so out of touch with what was real and what wasn't, that I thought I was definetly dead…and I kept trying to find something on me that would maybe bring my back to reality, like what I thought happened was my whole life flashed before my eyes and it felt like this ALL was a dream, reality that is, and that I had just awoken from that dream. So what I thought was that I was stuck in this new realm where everything felt cold and stale and it was my own hell. I thought I was doomed to be stuck to repeat that night again and again…and I just wanted to go home but I didn't even know where I was. I still arent 100% sure im alive, and I feel as if this world isnt my right plane of existance. I mean I just had felt like I had been at that exact party before, and when I came home I had on a braclet that says "I love trippin", but I had a dream once about the rave there, and in the dream I got the same braclet, so if somehow it takes me back to that rave, im gonna get another one, and if I get 2 of the same braclets.
I know im stuck in this fucked up reality warp that has my questioning my sanity and my existance. I was 2 seconds away from just getting into my car and driving off a bridge because I thought I was undead and that might stop this hell and insanity. I still feel stale, as if im living a dream reality i cant wake up from, like my own mind created its own matrix, with its own rules, and i feel as if the real world exists somewhere but ive already died in that realm, and my family had a funeral and everything but im still here with my family in THIS world because of the fact that i created them with my mind...
I wanted to die sooo bad last night, i still feel like im in another fucked up world and i think i may be doomed to repeat that night again because i know it has happened before, i know ive been at that fucked up rave before and the scene that plays out in front of the rave, i knew everything that was gonna happen before it happened... Because it wasn't the acid, it's the scene that played out when I left the club, everyone seemed to ignore my presense, like I was some apparition and it was darn right creepy…then these 2 kids ive never met before come up and say "hey dude you got any acid?", and then sum girls asked me for some…and then these other 2 guys are talking about how acid is evil. It was all playin into my trip.
Basically I would say don't take acid unless your in the confines of somewhere safe and not at some fucking rave I spent 20 dollars to go to but had to spend 2 hours in line to be in a club for which I don't remember any of and losing my sanity…things are coming back slowly, but I still feel out of touch with whats real and whats not…fuck acid have lost touch with what is real and what is unreal, the concept of being alive is foreign to me at the moment...tripping so hard u cant talk isnt a fun experience, especially where you dont know where anyone is or anything and your just fucking lost, physically and mentally...
I feel as if im living inside my own world where i am subjected to a continuous torture in my head if anything is real or if its all just a fucked up realm and i am a walking fucking zombie...i need closure on this...very badly...because i cant go on living like this.
[Added paragraphs and fixed title -Splatt]
t+:00-20mg amphetamines, 1-hit quality blotter
t+:1:30: 10mg amphetamines, 2 hits quality blotter
Journey to another world.
Chillen at my house, ready for a phat nite of partying at a rave we are all going to, got bunch of bl'ers over, everyones eatin doses, i eat a free one someone gives me along with sum speed (prolly a bad idea)...but i was feeling good at my house...feelin the music, just chillen exicted for the rave...so we go in the car ride, which is unreal trippin ballz...flash forward a bit...
Coupe hits of acid, waiting in line for what LOOKS to be a good rave, but whollle lot of shit happpened and it was messing with my head…kids kept playin gamez with me and shit cuz they knew I was really fucked up, but that was aight…till I eventually got inside. This is where the trip goes bad, somehow, inside, I lose consciousness to awake to be laying on the floor and these 2 girls were standing above me saying "adam, adam wake up"… and I have no clue who they are. So I get up and then they tell me to follow them to the music it'll all be worth it, so I follow them and they started dancing but I couldn't get into it.
After I wake up from passing out, the whole world felt wrong. It felt as if I were dead, but somehow I was walking among the living because I was trippin ballz right before I passed out, but I woke up dead sober with this really uncomfortable feeling inside my stomach where I felt like shit but I wasn't messed up anymore. My head just really hurt and my whole body felt like it was coming apart. I felt as if I had awoken from maybe what was all a dream but this new world was very different.
So I walk outside the club, but there are no ravers, its all spanish speaking dudes and shit, and this one dude comes up to me and goes "still trippin good?" im like what? Hes like yeah man don't eat acid acid is ever. And this other girl came up to me and started talking about how its horrible some kid od'd. cuz there was a fire truck and shit there…so I thought that I was the one who od'd and I was just watching life from a shell of a body, because at that moment it felt like my soul had been ripped from my body.
So I walk across the street to the gas station, and in this point in my head NOTHING is real, I am free to do what I please. So I walk into the place and open a bottle of water and started drinking it, then started to walk out and sum guy stops me and goes "im sorry sir, you have to pay for that", and I say fuck you this is my reality you cant make me pay for shit, and I throw him aside and leave.
Now I walk back to the club and ALL my friends are waiting in their cars for me with the engines started, but something seems off…it seems like they are all scripted chracters and I am not alive, these are just figures of my imagination. So I decide its best if I get in a car with them and go back to my place, so its weird as fuck. The second I walked into my front door, I was tripping my ASS off harder than I ever had before in my life. What was weird was i was with the same group of friends as before, but they seemed like whole other people, programmed characters who had set lines to say to me. It all felt like i was just totally out of touch with reality and that i wasnt coming back anytime soon. I felt as if they were all not real and i was creating them in my mind, and that i just wanted everything to be normal..
What happened next gets kinda sketchy. I get home and im sitting there realizing the fact that I OD'd on shit at the rave and this all wasn't really real and that I was actually dead…so im sitting in my room thinking how im not alive and im in zombie state ill be stuck in forever, so I decide I want it to end I want to die I wanted to kill myself, but im a wuss so I couldn't do it, but at that moment I was so completely lost in what is going on that I just wanted to die more than anything to make it stop.
As good as acid can be, the opposite really sucks, and I am very done with this drug. So anyway at the party, thank god, people calmed me down a little, but I still think that this all isnt real and that im dead and this world is my own reality. Because I swear to god I lost consciousness, woke up to people who knew my name who id never seen before, and then I just felt like my soul was ripped from my body.
I was so out of touch with what was real and what wasn't, that I thought I was definetly dead…and I kept trying to find something on me that would maybe bring my back to reality, like what I thought happened was my whole life flashed before my eyes and it felt like this ALL was a dream, reality that is, and that I had just awoken from that dream. So what I thought was that I was stuck in this new realm where everything felt cold and stale and it was my own hell. I thought I was doomed to be stuck to repeat that night again and again…and I just wanted to go home but I didn't even know where I was. I still arent 100% sure im alive, and I feel as if this world isnt my right plane of existance. I mean I just had felt like I had been at that exact party before, and when I came home I had on a braclet that says "I love trippin", but I had a dream once about the rave there, and in the dream I got the same braclet, so if somehow it takes me back to that rave, im gonna get another one, and if I get 2 of the same braclets.
I know im stuck in this fucked up reality warp that has my questioning my sanity and my existance. I was 2 seconds away from just getting into my car and driving off a bridge because I thought I was undead and that might stop this hell and insanity. I still feel stale, as if im living a dream reality i cant wake up from, like my own mind created its own matrix, with its own rules, and i feel as if the real world exists somewhere but ive already died in that realm, and my family had a funeral and everything but im still here with my family in THIS world because of the fact that i created them with my mind...
I wanted to die sooo bad last night, i still feel like im in another fucked up world and i think i may be doomed to repeat that night again because i know it has happened before, i know ive been at that fucked up rave before and the scene that plays out in front of the rave, i knew everything that was gonna happen before it happened... Because it wasn't the acid, it's the scene that played out when I left the club, everyone seemed to ignore my presense, like I was some apparition and it was darn right creepy…then these 2 kids ive never met before come up and say "hey dude you got any acid?", and then sum girls asked me for some…and then these other 2 guys are talking about how acid is evil. It was all playin into my trip.
Basically I would say don't take acid unless your in the confines of somewhere safe and not at some fucking rave I spent 20 dollars to go to but had to spend 2 hours in line to be in a club for which I don't remember any of and losing my sanity…things are coming back slowly, but I still feel out of touch with whats real and whats not…fuck acid have lost touch with what is real and what is unreal, the concept of being alive is foreign to me at the moment...tripping so hard u cant talk isnt a fun experience, especially where you dont know where anyone is or anything and your just fucking lost, physically and mentally...
I feel as if im living inside my own world where i am subjected to a continuous torture in my head if anything is real or if its all just a fucked up realm and i am a walking fucking zombie...i need closure on this...very badly...because i cant go on living like this.
[Added paragraphs and fixed title -Splatt]
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