moosedog
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I had done lsd about 6 times before this, and I have always been speechless after my trips. This trip topped them all.
My friend R and I went to a concert one night, expecting to find some pills or maybe some acid. When we got there we saw someone we recognized and bought 5 hits of lsd each and promptly dropped them. The show started and, as I usually do, I focused too hard on the oncoming effects and grew impatient. The acid was creeping it, but very slowly. About 1.5 hours had passed and I felt nothing. I decided to buy 2 hits of blotter from a friend who I knew had good acid. This was unnecessary, I later realized.
The first set ended and the acid was definetly effecting me. I found R and we decided to go out and get some fresh air during the set break. He said he was feeling the acid pretty strongly too. We asked one of the bouncers if we could re-enter if we went outside for a second, and the bouncer accused R of drinking underage and told us to leave. His word was final, there was no negotiation, so we had to leave. We were both pretty pissed
We drove back to R's house (NOTE:driving on acid is a bad idea and I do not recommend it), i didnt have too much trouble driving, but i didnt particularily enjoy it. When we got to R's house, I was tripping balls. I sat out on the porch staring at the concrete. I could see intricate patterns in it, forming incomprehensible words and shapes. I couldnt take my eyes off this beautiful site.
Eventually we went inside, and sat in his living room just looking at things. Everything I saw was incredibly beautiful. I didnt feel like I was having hallucinations, I felt like I was tapped into this awareness that I had never felt before, and I was God of my own reality. Whatever I saw became what I wanted it to be. The patterns in the carpet are always there and have always been there.
R and I talked about philosophical topics, as we often do together. We eventually came upon the subject of how people saw us, how we saw other people, and the state of the world. I felt uncomfortable with this topic, probably because it involved the ego, and I felt as if the ego was quite unimportant at this time. We decided to go take a walk.
We walked down his street to creek that flowed near his house. We stood on a bridge staring down at the creek. I looked down and saw, in the creek, millions (yes millions, and I saw each of them individually) of shiny silver crocodiles slithering, weaving in and out in intricate patterns. I was suprised my brain could handle the information I was processing when looking at this. I felt as if i was creating this hallucination. My mind was the creative mind of the universe. I could have stood there for hours looking at that creek, but we were on the side of the road looking off a bridge at 3 or 4 in the morning, and R suggested we walk back towards his house.
When we got to his house we laid out in his driveway looking into space. This is the peak of my trip, and the peak of my tripping experience. I told R that when I looked into the blackness of space, it became a mirror, it became whatever I wanted it to be. I was looking into nothingness. I was staring at the back of my own head. This mindfuck was unreal. It manifested itsself into a body high that I cant even explain.
We laid there looking at the stars in pure awe. An object flew over us, about 3,000ft above us. It had green, red, and blue lights on it. I assumed it was an airplane or something, but it seemed pretty low. Then it stopped right above us. "what the fuck is that" R said. We both stood up, completely transfixed. "What in the name of FUCK IS THAT"
I couldnt tell if i was hallucinating, or creating it, or if it was an airplane, or if it was actually a fucking alien spaceship above us. It gave both of us a very eery, but unique and special feeling. It actually crossed my mind that it might be a police helicopter spying on us, because it was so low. The UFO's lights began flashing, and the stars around it started to move and change colors. R asked me if i was seeing this, and I said yes. Suddenly the sky light up in color, the stars were dancing, and kept changing colors. There seemed to be a million more stars now than there was before! The night sky was dancing, just for us. I honestly felt like it was a gift, from someone.
We stared up at the stars for another 30 minutes or so before we started to notice the sun rising. We sat out on his porch and talked about what just happened for a while. We were both mentally worn out, and I had to go to work in a few hours. When the sun was up, we went to go get some coffee, both of us feeling worn out, fried, jittery, and overall pretty shitty. I didnt like that I had to go back to daily life. I had to go from that incredible experience to making sandwhiches at my mundane shitty job within like 4 hours. I was still really fucked up to be at work. In hindsight I should have just called out sick, but they needed me. I felt very nervous and out of place there. I felt like I was an alien and everyone was looking at me. It was very uncomfortable.
After work I went and got some xanax bars and chilled out (thank god for alprazolam in these situations).
thanks for reading! this was my first trip report ever, I tried to just let it flow as well as i could. I do appreciate you reading this, if youve read it all, as this trip meant a lot to me and I feel like I should share it.
stay weird, bluelight.
My friend R and I went to a concert one night, expecting to find some pills or maybe some acid. When we got there we saw someone we recognized and bought 5 hits of lsd each and promptly dropped them. The show started and, as I usually do, I focused too hard on the oncoming effects and grew impatient. The acid was creeping it, but very slowly. About 1.5 hours had passed and I felt nothing. I decided to buy 2 hits of blotter from a friend who I knew had good acid. This was unnecessary, I later realized.
The first set ended and the acid was definetly effecting me. I found R and we decided to go out and get some fresh air during the set break. He said he was feeling the acid pretty strongly too. We asked one of the bouncers if we could re-enter if we went outside for a second, and the bouncer accused R of drinking underage and told us to leave. His word was final, there was no negotiation, so we had to leave. We were both pretty pissed
We drove back to R's house (NOTE:driving on acid is a bad idea and I do not recommend it), i didnt have too much trouble driving, but i didnt particularily enjoy it. When we got to R's house, I was tripping balls. I sat out on the porch staring at the concrete. I could see intricate patterns in it, forming incomprehensible words and shapes. I couldnt take my eyes off this beautiful site.
Eventually we went inside, and sat in his living room just looking at things. Everything I saw was incredibly beautiful. I didnt feel like I was having hallucinations, I felt like I was tapped into this awareness that I had never felt before, and I was God of my own reality. Whatever I saw became what I wanted it to be. The patterns in the carpet are always there and have always been there.
R and I talked about philosophical topics, as we often do together. We eventually came upon the subject of how people saw us, how we saw other people, and the state of the world. I felt uncomfortable with this topic, probably because it involved the ego, and I felt as if the ego was quite unimportant at this time. We decided to go take a walk.
We walked down his street to creek that flowed near his house. We stood on a bridge staring down at the creek. I looked down and saw, in the creek, millions (yes millions, and I saw each of them individually) of shiny silver crocodiles slithering, weaving in and out in intricate patterns. I was suprised my brain could handle the information I was processing when looking at this. I felt as if i was creating this hallucination. My mind was the creative mind of the universe. I could have stood there for hours looking at that creek, but we were on the side of the road looking off a bridge at 3 or 4 in the morning, and R suggested we walk back towards his house.
When we got to his house we laid out in his driveway looking into space. This is the peak of my trip, and the peak of my tripping experience. I told R that when I looked into the blackness of space, it became a mirror, it became whatever I wanted it to be. I was looking into nothingness. I was staring at the back of my own head. This mindfuck was unreal. It manifested itsself into a body high that I cant even explain.
We laid there looking at the stars in pure awe. An object flew over us, about 3,000ft above us. It had green, red, and blue lights on it. I assumed it was an airplane or something, but it seemed pretty low. Then it stopped right above us. "what the fuck is that" R said. We both stood up, completely transfixed. "What in the name of FUCK IS THAT"
I couldnt tell if i was hallucinating, or creating it, or if it was an airplane, or if it was actually a fucking alien spaceship above us. It gave both of us a very eery, but unique and special feeling. It actually crossed my mind that it might be a police helicopter spying on us, because it was so low. The UFO's lights began flashing, and the stars around it started to move and change colors. R asked me if i was seeing this, and I said yes. Suddenly the sky light up in color, the stars were dancing, and kept changing colors. There seemed to be a million more stars now than there was before! The night sky was dancing, just for us. I honestly felt like it was a gift, from someone.
We stared up at the stars for another 30 minutes or so before we started to notice the sun rising. We sat out on his porch and talked about what just happened for a while. We were both mentally worn out, and I had to go to work in a few hours. When the sun was up, we went to go get some coffee, both of us feeling worn out, fried, jittery, and overall pretty shitty. I didnt like that I had to go back to daily life. I had to go from that incredible experience to making sandwhiches at my mundane shitty job within like 4 hours. I was still really fucked up to be at work. In hindsight I should have just called out sick, but they needed me. I felt very nervous and out of place there. I felt like I was an alien and everyone was looking at me. It was very uncomfortable.
After work I went and got some xanax bars and chilled out (thank god for alprazolam in these situations).
thanks for reading! this was my first trip report ever, I tried to just let it flow as well as i could. I do appreciate you reading this, if youve read it all, as this trip meant a lot to me and I feel like I should share it.
stay weird, bluelight.
