alice dee
Bluelighter
acid--experienced--bare naked karma
Hello Bluelighters! I'm alice dee and I am a fellow Bluelight-a-holic. I've yet to post any topics, so I figure for my first time I will share with you a true tale of acid and karma (Oh, yeah...and there's nudity, too!)
Once upon a time, I went to my friend Slee's house, where we were planning on meeting a friend of hers to buy some acid. I got to Slee's house shortly after work, around midnight and her friend was already there waiting for us. She and I paid for two hits a piece and her friend trustingly hands us over the vial to dose ourselves. Having much respect for acid and it's effect per dose, I give myself the two doses that I paid for. Slee, being somewhat of a novice, decides to help herself to a huge squirt of acid into the mouth. (She belives she took up to eight hits--yowza!) Her friend, having finished the drug deal, leaves her apartment and we sit there alone.
I decide that it would be cool to listen to the Jamiroquai album and light some candles, so we do. It has been about twenty minutes and we realize that the acid is already starting to hit--and strong. Since we hadn't bought any weed for the night yet, we decide to go out and meet up with our weed guy, who only lives a few miles away. That way, we will have it all dealt with and be back at her apartment by the time we were really tripping hard.
We get into my car and go over to meet Mr. Weed, who is drunk off his arse. He hands me the 1/2 ounce of weed and I put it in my pocket. The three of us are sitting in my car, just talking back and forth, joking with his drunk ass. I am still fully aware that I have yet to pay him, but I still let him get out of my car, without any mention of me owing him or anything. "Score!," I think, feeling that somehow he would be too drunk to remember this encounter, thus I wouldn't owe him, right? I had no shame!
We drive back to her apartment and listen to some more Jamiroquai. We rolled a joint and smoked some of it--we didn't even burn through half the joint. Slee began to get paranoid. She kept telling that I was bleeding. But I wasn't bleeding--I was fine. I knew right away that Slee was on her way to a baaaad trip. (I've seen people have bad trips before). I should have known that it wasn't the best time for us to be tripping. Slee was on the verge of losng her job and she was kinda worried about it the whole night and now her worries had projected onto her trip and, man, was she flipping out!
There were times when she would run up to me and jump on me and shout "Make it stop!! My God, you're BLEEDING!" and then she would stop this rant and go on to, "I will have nothing. My job gives me everything. I'm going to lose my job and lose everything!"
Having dealt with a bad trip before, and since then having read up on acid and tripping, I knew that it was my job to try and calm her down to the best of my ability. I cradled her, told her that everything was going to be alright, that it was just the acid playing with her mind. I told her not to worry and that I loved her and that she would be safe. To my surprise, this actually did calm her down. She was giggling now, running around in her apartment wtih a roll of toilet paper, saying that it was a beautiful rainbow. I was so relieved.
At that same time I remembered that she had mentoined wanting to go for a walk earlier that night. I figured that she was doing much better now and I thought that the walk would help keep her mind off negative things. So, it is about 3:00 in the morning and we are off to go for a walk around her apartment's courtyard. But somehow we got lost and ended up on the street. I'm thinking that this will be fine, we will not go far and we will find our way back to her apartment.
We continue on our leisurely stroll, when all of the sudden Slee starts to trip out AGAIN! This time, she's trying to jump on me while we talk, because she think's I'm bleeding. And again and again she goes on about how meaningless her life will be without a job and without money.
And it was at this time that I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of her being so obsessed with THINGS, when she is this beautiful person both inside and out, who doesn't need THINGS to be a good person. I tore my choker off that I was wearing, shouting, "THESE!! THESE ARE JUST THINGS!! YOU DON'T NEED THINGS TO BE A GOOD PERSON." And with that I rip off my shirt, and then goes my bra, my pants, underwear clunky Docs and all. I am standing on a major street, STARK NAKED. I yell to her, pounding on my chest, "THIS IS WHAT MATTERS. IT IS YOU!!!! YOU!!!! STUFF DOESN'T MATTER!!! YOU DO!!!"
"Should I take my clothes off, too?," Slee asks. "Yes," I respond, "Because we are dead to the world."
And with that she gets naked too and we romp and frolick in the woodsy area by the road. It was the best feeling ever--better than any ecstasy that I had ever eaten. Because for a moment I knew what it was all about.
And I seriously thought that we were dead, thusly invisible. I had this great idea that we should go snooping around in her neighbor's houses, since they wouldn't see us. But first, we smoke a joint.
I'm sitting naked next to the road beside my purse and I'm getting ready to roll us a joint when all of the sudden I notice that there is quite a fleet of pretty lights coming towards us. Ahhh...pretty lights to entertain us in our otherworldly journey...ahhhhhhHHHHHHHHH SH*T!!! Those aren't normal lights. No. They are cop and ambulance lights. And they are coming right for us. It was at this time that reality had set in-I am naked, rolling a joint, in the middle of public! F*CK!
RUN!!!
Slee and I are running and running and running away from the lights. But then it hits me that maybe we can wish the police away. So, Slee and I sit down, hold hands and repeat the mantra, "It is only a dream," "It is only a dream," "It is only a dream." This didn't work, so we keep running but they eventually catch up to us. They have my friend, but they don't have me yet and I'll be d*amned if they do get me.
You see, I thought that if the cops caught me, that I would die. I was literally running for my life. But, unfortunately, the cops did end up catching me and they threw me to the ground. I fought tooth and nail to get these guys off of me. I bit an EMT, kicked a cop, scratched, hit and slapped numerous other emergency workers and cops. These guys had their mace and their guns and their handcuffs and I was bare-naked. I had nothing to protect myself with. It was then that I realized that I was on my period and I was wearing a tampon. With that thought, I reached down between my legs, pulled out that nasty, bloody tampon and winged it at an officer. Darn thing flew past his head, just barely missing it by centimeters. All my weapons spent, I finally give in and let them load me into the ambulance.
They had my ankles restrained, my wrists handcuffed to my waist, which was handcuffed to the bed. I had a neck brace on and my HEAD was ductaped to the bed. I thought that I was dead and that rigormortis had set in, because I couldn't move anything...not to mention that the cops HAD won, afterall and I was dead. And I accepted this and actually saw little excerpts of my life--little girl me on Santa's knee, me at the fair, me at the school dance--kinda like a little slide show of everything good that had ever happened in my life. I figured that they must have given me some tranquilizers or something because I felt really peaceful then.
The next morning I woke up in the Emergency Room to my husband's face. "What's up?," I chirp gingerly, as if he had woken me from a liesurely nap.
And he says, "Booooy, do I have a story for you!"
In the end I was charged with absolutely nothing, though the detectives visiting me in the ER were a good enough scare. They did take my pot, though--those bastids!!! And this was definately a lesson to the two of us--stealing is bad karma!!!
[ 02 November 2002: Message edited by: alice dee ]
[ 02 November 2002: Message edited by: alice dee ]
Hello Bluelighters! I'm alice dee and I am a fellow Bluelight-a-holic. I've yet to post any topics, so I figure for my first time I will share with you a true tale of acid and karma (Oh, yeah...and there's nudity, too!)
Once upon a time, I went to my friend Slee's house, where we were planning on meeting a friend of hers to buy some acid. I got to Slee's house shortly after work, around midnight and her friend was already there waiting for us. She and I paid for two hits a piece and her friend trustingly hands us over the vial to dose ourselves. Having much respect for acid and it's effect per dose, I give myself the two doses that I paid for. Slee, being somewhat of a novice, decides to help herself to a huge squirt of acid into the mouth. (She belives she took up to eight hits--yowza!) Her friend, having finished the drug deal, leaves her apartment and we sit there alone.
I decide that it would be cool to listen to the Jamiroquai album and light some candles, so we do. It has been about twenty minutes and we realize that the acid is already starting to hit--and strong. Since we hadn't bought any weed for the night yet, we decide to go out and meet up with our weed guy, who only lives a few miles away. That way, we will have it all dealt with and be back at her apartment by the time we were really tripping hard.
We get into my car and go over to meet Mr. Weed, who is drunk off his arse. He hands me the 1/2 ounce of weed and I put it in my pocket. The three of us are sitting in my car, just talking back and forth, joking with his drunk ass. I am still fully aware that I have yet to pay him, but I still let him get out of my car, without any mention of me owing him or anything. "Score!," I think, feeling that somehow he would be too drunk to remember this encounter, thus I wouldn't owe him, right? I had no shame!
We drive back to her apartment and listen to some more Jamiroquai. We rolled a joint and smoked some of it--we didn't even burn through half the joint. Slee began to get paranoid. She kept telling that I was bleeding. But I wasn't bleeding--I was fine. I knew right away that Slee was on her way to a baaaad trip. (I've seen people have bad trips before). I should have known that it wasn't the best time for us to be tripping. Slee was on the verge of losng her job and she was kinda worried about it the whole night and now her worries had projected onto her trip and, man, was she flipping out!
There were times when she would run up to me and jump on me and shout "Make it stop!! My God, you're BLEEDING!" and then she would stop this rant and go on to, "I will have nothing. My job gives me everything. I'm going to lose my job and lose everything!"
Having dealt with a bad trip before, and since then having read up on acid and tripping, I knew that it was my job to try and calm her down to the best of my ability. I cradled her, told her that everything was going to be alright, that it was just the acid playing with her mind. I told her not to worry and that I loved her and that she would be safe. To my surprise, this actually did calm her down. She was giggling now, running around in her apartment wtih a roll of toilet paper, saying that it was a beautiful rainbow. I was so relieved.
At that same time I remembered that she had mentoined wanting to go for a walk earlier that night. I figured that she was doing much better now and I thought that the walk would help keep her mind off negative things. So, it is about 3:00 in the morning and we are off to go for a walk around her apartment's courtyard. But somehow we got lost and ended up on the street. I'm thinking that this will be fine, we will not go far and we will find our way back to her apartment.
We continue on our leisurely stroll, when all of the sudden Slee starts to trip out AGAIN! This time, she's trying to jump on me while we talk, because she think's I'm bleeding. And again and again she goes on about how meaningless her life will be without a job and without money.
And it was at this time that I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired of her being so obsessed with THINGS, when she is this beautiful person both inside and out, who doesn't need THINGS to be a good person. I tore my choker off that I was wearing, shouting, "THESE!! THESE ARE JUST THINGS!! YOU DON'T NEED THINGS TO BE A GOOD PERSON." And with that I rip off my shirt, and then goes my bra, my pants, underwear clunky Docs and all. I am standing on a major street, STARK NAKED. I yell to her, pounding on my chest, "THIS IS WHAT MATTERS. IT IS YOU!!!! YOU!!!! STUFF DOESN'T MATTER!!! YOU DO!!!"
"Should I take my clothes off, too?," Slee asks. "Yes," I respond, "Because we are dead to the world."
And with that she gets naked too and we romp and frolick in the woodsy area by the road. It was the best feeling ever--better than any ecstasy that I had ever eaten. Because for a moment I knew what it was all about.
And I seriously thought that we were dead, thusly invisible. I had this great idea that we should go snooping around in her neighbor's houses, since they wouldn't see us. But first, we smoke a joint.
I'm sitting naked next to the road beside my purse and I'm getting ready to roll us a joint when all of the sudden I notice that there is quite a fleet of pretty lights coming towards us. Ahhh...pretty lights to entertain us in our otherworldly journey...ahhhhhhHHHHHHHHH SH*T!!! Those aren't normal lights. No. They are cop and ambulance lights. And they are coming right for us. It was at this time that reality had set in-I am naked, rolling a joint, in the middle of public! F*CK!
RUN!!!
Slee and I are running and running and running away from the lights. But then it hits me that maybe we can wish the police away. So, Slee and I sit down, hold hands and repeat the mantra, "It is only a dream," "It is only a dream," "It is only a dream." This didn't work, so we keep running but they eventually catch up to us. They have my friend, but they don't have me yet and I'll be d*amned if they do get me.
You see, I thought that if the cops caught me, that I would die. I was literally running for my life. But, unfortunately, the cops did end up catching me and they threw me to the ground. I fought tooth and nail to get these guys off of me. I bit an EMT, kicked a cop, scratched, hit and slapped numerous other emergency workers and cops. These guys had their mace and their guns and their handcuffs and I was bare-naked. I had nothing to protect myself with. It was then that I realized that I was on my period and I was wearing a tampon. With that thought, I reached down between my legs, pulled out that nasty, bloody tampon and winged it at an officer. Darn thing flew past his head, just barely missing it by centimeters. All my weapons spent, I finally give in and let them load me into the ambulance.
They had my ankles restrained, my wrists handcuffed to my waist, which was handcuffed to the bed. I had a neck brace on and my HEAD was ductaped to the bed. I thought that I was dead and that rigormortis had set in, because I couldn't move anything...not to mention that the cops HAD won, afterall and I was dead. And I accepted this and actually saw little excerpts of my life--little girl me on Santa's knee, me at the fair, me at the school dance--kinda like a little slide show of everything good that had ever happened in my life. I figured that they must have given me some tranquilizers or something because I felt really peaceful then.
The next morning I woke up in the Emergency Room to my husband's face. "What's up?," I chirp gingerly, as if he had woken me from a liesurely nap.
And he says, "Booooy, do I have a story for you!"
In the end I was charged with absolutely nothing, though the detectives visiting me in the ER were a good enough scare. They did take my pot, though--those bastids!!! And this was definately a lesson to the two of us--stealing is bad karma!!!
[ 02 November 2002: Message edited by: alice dee ]
[ 02 November 2002: Message edited by: alice dee ]
