Yesterday, I received some cid from a far away friend. It was quite a beautiful day; spring finally surfacing above the layers of cold and snow. I decided to sample its quality by slicing half a hit and sucking on it sublingually for a while then swallowing it, around 12pm. It kicked in nicely after about 80 minutes, giving the day a nice glow. I walked my dog in my hometown and then headed back to my college apartment after two hours of hanging out in the woods. By then, 3 hours after ingesting, it was a manageable but persisting mildly stimulating buzz. My thinking was clear and my visual field relatively unchanged.
As the cid faded the sun set. I contemplated taking more but decided to wait on deciding that for another hour. I called my friend D and told him to stop by. I put on some music and then motioned for him to come into my bedroom. I had all the lights out except for the blacklight. I pulled out the few paper hits I had left and put them up to the light. They glowed, even on the cardboard-colored side. Cid is a very flourescent molecule, so this is a great sign. I smiled as he expressed amusement.
9pm- I pulled off 4 hits while still at the blacklight. I put them in my mouth impulsively without thinking as I tend to do. This seems to lead to more interesting adventures. I looked at my finger and noticed a brightly glowing spec of white, very small. I licked it. A faint metallic taste blended in my mouth as the paper rested under my tongue. I pointed 3 more hits at D and asked "care to join me?" with a devilish grin. He half smiled and acted like he was going to back out but then said "i've always had a sweet tooth for bitter paper". He took them and stuck the 3-strip in his mouth. I sort of regretted us taking different doses but we somehow seem to be on the same level even with different types of substances.
I opened the windows in my apartment and let the cool evening breeze in. I put on some trance, Paul Oakenfold- Tranceport, into the CD player on a decently high volume. Its been played so many times here but it has been a part of many good memories so its somewhat traditional.
We sat down and didn't talk much, just took the music in. I put on my various novelty lighting. The cars outside got a little noisy so I closed the windows. Soon, after about 30 minutes I felt a creeping but welcomed feeling. It spread through my body first then entered my brain, instantly changing my thoughts and mood. I felt altered and increasingly the sensory volume knob was turned up, so to speak. Things began to bend but not just visually; my thoughts would "bend", the music got bent. Everything was taking on new dimensions which go unnoticed to the sober mind.
D said wow I'm feeling it alright. I nodded and smiled. Did I just smile nervously, or do I actually think its funny? I thought to myself. Little insecurities floated around my expanding mind. I heard drunk kids yelling outside. What different worlds we were in; D and I exploring the inner depths of an expanding, psychedelic infested psyche as people all around town are indulging in mind numbing ethanol, turning off part of their brains and acting like pleasure driven zombies. I thought of how at least they don't have any anxiety like I do now...
At around 10:30 I was deeply off into a trance-like state with my eyes closed. The music greatly helped with the setting. D pulled out a pipe and packed a bowl. He took a big hit. Cannabis smell permeated my senses in more ways than one. I took a big hit. Seconds later the trip took on a much deeper, more powerful mode. I began to lose myself. I was going through the beginning stages of classic ego-loss. Then I'd sway back to having my altered self. This went on for about five minutes, then the ego reduction took over. D looked like an evil cave man, primitive and dangerous, yet a part of my mind reminded me that he was like me, and we were on the same team. And with this thought came our dangerous adventure...
I tried communicating with D. I had lost well over half of my language skills, but through some literal grunts and pointing, and basic two word sentences carefully constructed, I got my message across: "We should explore the outside world". D nodded nervously yet excitedly. When I stood up off the couch, I realized movement was harder than it seemed. I felt like I was 10 feet tall and that my head almost hit the ceiling. I grabbed a zippered hoodie out of my morphing and alive closet. We walked out into the crisp fresh night air. I gestured and motioned to D to make sure he didn't have anything illegal on him. He looked scared then we went back in so he could place his herbals securely.
I wasn't too familiar with one part of town, directly in back of my place. There was dense houses it seemed, but little streetlighting and some interspersed trees and patchy forest. We head in that direction, in my mind hoping to find an unpopulated area and forest. I felt really stimulated at this point; adrenaline production was ramping up. I felt so out of place. I felt like an ape in a downtown metropolis. If I would have been by myself I would have quickly retreated; but this had been my idea, and I knew at least it might make a cool memory even if stuff did go wrong. Well, maybe I couldn't think this way, but it is my philosophy, so subconsciously may have lead me out into the unknown with more ease.
We come across a house with the porch lights on and three people talking quickly and loudly. We both start switching sides of the street at the same time. Then a girl called to us "where ya going guys? come party!" D walked back to the middle of the street and yelled in a very distorted voice "Oh no- ntinight hunny ys, we on ADVENTUREs else where wanna go to tomorrow?" The women frowned and seemed frightened. They slowly walked back into the house never turning their back. I felt nervous but as we continued walking I started laughing hysterically due to his speech and the whole scene altogether. I broke down and fell laughing so hard. I couldn't stop. D laughed some but kept looking around, nervous someone would see us and be suspicious, as the event of him talking to the girls didn't exactly go as he expected! I got ahold of myself after a minute and my chest hurt. I felt so twisted and insane but my inhibitions and sense of caution returned after my laughing spell. We continued to quickly walk through the dark streets until finally we hit a small forest.
We whispered to each other what to do. We then decided we should go hide in the forest for a few moments, then begin our journey back. We entered the dark forest and after removing ourselves from view of the houses and street, sat down on the dirt. I could see fairly well for a dark forest at night, thanks to distant lights hitting off the sky and my dilated pupils. Being hidden is a partial relief from stress, but being in a forest on the edge of a low class town without a gun wasn't completely relaxing, either. I felt like laying down to go off into a trance but was afraid to. I was seeing amazing patterns such as ancient writing appearing and disappearing, neon globular things moving as if on a wave, and many other distortions, some I have never seen before or can describe.
After about 20 minutes we got up and started walking. We took a different road back, a block further up. We both stopped dead when we heard loud yelling and music about 10 houses up. "lets go a different way" D said. My mind completely agreed, yet some impulsive stubborn part of me said to proceed. "No, lets just go, they can't hurt us, not with their feeble ethanol minds. We are the superior minded here". D actually bought my speech and was energized by it. "yea fuck them, lets go show them whos the real men!" I held back from laughing but also hoped what I said didn't energize him into fighting.
Slowly the house gets closer and the noise louder. I see about 7 people, all male, on the porch. Many beer bottles line it. We even stayed on the same side of the street. My heart rate increased but my body numbed from the adrenaline. I was ready for whatever happened, yet I had fear permeate all that was me. The guy sitting with the best view of us looked at us when we were about 3 houses away. He said something to his friends. Two people turned around and looked. At this point there were 5 of them standing around drinking. We stared back at them. At first I thought they were going to say something mean, and it looked like they were. Then the guys expression changed. Later I found out this guy is the same one D was staring at coldly.
"Hey, whats hhappening, you guys want a beer?" the guy said, much quieter than the volume they had been talking. "No than- I start to say as D cut me off with "sure man!". I about died; this was very awkward, I didn't want to get stuck in some stupid party situation with guys I've never met while frying. I wanted to enjoy my music and lighting and zone out into trance with the comfort of my own house and place. I hesitantly followed D up the steps. "have a seat Dave!" the guy said, and put his hand out to me. "Whats your name bud?" "Well its **** not bud but good guess!" I say. 3 out of 5 laugh genuinely, which made me feel much more comfortable than I was. The guy introduces himself as Pete and gives us each a beer. I nervously and quickly gulp a few swigs down to lubricate my social and language ability.
My memory has decreased of what was said, but we had a nice chat with the drunk fellows actually, and about 10 minutes into the chat revealed to them we were frying. Pete thought it was interesting and asked various questions, while the others seemed uninterested and even concerned for us. But it was nice they were concerned and not obnoxious. This was an unusual bunch of drunk guys; they were trip-friendly, at least at this time of their night, when passing out isn't too far off. It was around 3am when we left there, staying for about two hours. It started off with 5 guys and dwindled down to just Pete in an hour, which I was happy with. I invited him back for some pipe toking, despite my growing fatigue. He expressed excitement at this and followed us back.
He was impressed at my lighting and music. "ever smoke up?" I ask. "Sure thing but not for months!" D lights a bowl and we get blazed. My trip kicked up a few gears; depth increased. Pete mellowed out and grew quiet, almost passing out. I felt cool enough with this guy to let him crash but when I was sure he was out I locked up a few valuables and things. D and I finished out the trip in my room talking some and playing a few games of blackjack. I think we both didn't feel like playing but it was something to tire our brains out. I passed out in my bed shortly after eating 3 ambiens and forcing myself not to enjoy it and give in. It almost didn't work but finally I passed out.
I woke up at 8am, only about 2 hrs after falling asleep. I checked on P and D and they were both still here and asleep. I fell back asleep and skipped my classes; I knew I probably would the night before so it wasn't a big deal.
Overall this was a great trip... thats about all the afterthoughts I have! Deep, complex, and surprising!
substancecode_LSD
As the cid faded the sun set. I contemplated taking more but decided to wait on deciding that for another hour. I called my friend D and told him to stop by. I put on some music and then motioned for him to come into my bedroom. I had all the lights out except for the blacklight. I pulled out the few paper hits I had left and put them up to the light. They glowed, even on the cardboard-colored side. Cid is a very flourescent molecule, so this is a great sign. I smiled as he expressed amusement.
9pm- I pulled off 4 hits while still at the blacklight. I put them in my mouth impulsively without thinking as I tend to do. This seems to lead to more interesting adventures. I looked at my finger and noticed a brightly glowing spec of white, very small. I licked it. A faint metallic taste blended in my mouth as the paper rested under my tongue. I pointed 3 more hits at D and asked "care to join me?" with a devilish grin. He half smiled and acted like he was going to back out but then said "i've always had a sweet tooth for bitter paper". He took them and stuck the 3-strip in his mouth. I sort of regretted us taking different doses but we somehow seem to be on the same level even with different types of substances.
I opened the windows in my apartment and let the cool evening breeze in. I put on some trance, Paul Oakenfold- Tranceport, into the CD player on a decently high volume. Its been played so many times here but it has been a part of many good memories so its somewhat traditional.
We sat down and didn't talk much, just took the music in. I put on my various novelty lighting. The cars outside got a little noisy so I closed the windows. Soon, after about 30 minutes I felt a creeping but welcomed feeling. It spread through my body first then entered my brain, instantly changing my thoughts and mood. I felt altered and increasingly the sensory volume knob was turned up, so to speak. Things began to bend but not just visually; my thoughts would "bend", the music got bent. Everything was taking on new dimensions which go unnoticed to the sober mind.
D said wow I'm feeling it alright. I nodded and smiled. Did I just smile nervously, or do I actually think its funny? I thought to myself. Little insecurities floated around my expanding mind. I heard drunk kids yelling outside. What different worlds we were in; D and I exploring the inner depths of an expanding, psychedelic infested psyche as people all around town are indulging in mind numbing ethanol, turning off part of their brains and acting like pleasure driven zombies. I thought of how at least they don't have any anxiety like I do now...
At around 10:30 I was deeply off into a trance-like state with my eyes closed. The music greatly helped with the setting. D pulled out a pipe and packed a bowl. He took a big hit. Cannabis smell permeated my senses in more ways than one. I took a big hit. Seconds later the trip took on a much deeper, more powerful mode. I began to lose myself. I was going through the beginning stages of classic ego-loss. Then I'd sway back to having my altered self. This went on for about five minutes, then the ego reduction took over. D looked like an evil cave man, primitive and dangerous, yet a part of my mind reminded me that he was like me, and we were on the same team. And with this thought came our dangerous adventure...
I tried communicating with D. I had lost well over half of my language skills, but through some literal grunts and pointing, and basic two word sentences carefully constructed, I got my message across: "We should explore the outside world". D nodded nervously yet excitedly. When I stood up off the couch, I realized movement was harder than it seemed. I felt like I was 10 feet tall and that my head almost hit the ceiling. I grabbed a zippered hoodie out of my morphing and alive closet. We walked out into the crisp fresh night air. I gestured and motioned to D to make sure he didn't have anything illegal on him. He looked scared then we went back in so he could place his herbals securely.
I wasn't too familiar with one part of town, directly in back of my place. There was dense houses it seemed, but little streetlighting and some interspersed trees and patchy forest. We head in that direction, in my mind hoping to find an unpopulated area and forest. I felt really stimulated at this point; adrenaline production was ramping up. I felt so out of place. I felt like an ape in a downtown metropolis. If I would have been by myself I would have quickly retreated; but this had been my idea, and I knew at least it might make a cool memory even if stuff did go wrong. Well, maybe I couldn't think this way, but it is my philosophy, so subconsciously may have lead me out into the unknown with more ease.
We come across a house with the porch lights on and three people talking quickly and loudly. We both start switching sides of the street at the same time. Then a girl called to us "where ya going guys? come party!" D walked back to the middle of the street and yelled in a very distorted voice "Oh no- ntinight hunny ys, we on ADVENTUREs else where wanna go to tomorrow?" The women frowned and seemed frightened. They slowly walked back into the house never turning their back. I felt nervous but as we continued walking I started laughing hysterically due to his speech and the whole scene altogether. I broke down and fell laughing so hard. I couldn't stop. D laughed some but kept looking around, nervous someone would see us and be suspicious, as the event of him talking to the girls didn't exactly go as he expected! I got ahold of myself after a minute and my chest hurt. I felt so twisted and insane but my inhibitions and sense of caution returned after my laughing spell. We continued to quickly walk through the dark streets until finally we hit a small forest.
We whispered to each other what to do. We then decided we should go hide in the forest for a few moments, then begin our journey back. We entered the dark forest and after removing ourselves from view of the houses and street, sat down on the dirt. I could see fairly well for a dark forest at night, thanks to distant lights hitting off the sky and my dilated pupils. Being hidden is a partial relief from stress, but being in a forest on the edge of a low class town without a gun wasn't completely relaxing, either. I felt like laying down to go off into a trance but was afraid to. I was seeing amazing patterns such as ancient writing appearing and disappearing, neon globular things moving as if on a wave, and many other distortions, some I have never seen before or can describe.
After about 20 minutes we got up and started walking. We took a different road back, a block further up. We both stopped dead when we heard loud yelling and music about 10 houses up. "lets go a different way" D said. My mind completely agreed, yet some impulsive stubborn part of me said to proceed. "No, lets just go, they can't hurt us, not with their feeble ethanol minds. We are the superior minded here". D actually bought my speech and was energized by it. "yea fuck them, lets go show them whos the real men!" I held back from laughing but also hoped what I said didn't energize him into fighting.
Slowly the house gets closer and the noise louder. I see about 7 people, all male, on the porch. Many beer bottles line it. We even stayed on the same side of the street. My heart rate increased but my body numbed from the adrenaline. I was ready for whatever happened, yet I had fear permeate all that was me. The guy sitting with the best view of us looked at us when we were about 3 houses away. He said something to his friends. Two people turned around and looked. At this point there were 5 of them standing around drinking. We stared back at them. At first I thought they were going to say something mean, and it looked like they were. Then the guys expression changed. Later I found out this guy is the same one D was staring at coldly.
"Hey, whats hhappening, you guys want a beer?" the guy said, much quieter than the volume they had been talking. "No than- I start to say as D cut me off with "sure man!". I about died; this was very awkward, I didn't want to get stuck in some stupid party situation with guys I've never met while frying. I wanted to enjoy my music and lighting and zone out into trance with the comfort of my own house and place. I hesitantly followed D up the steps. "have a seat Dave!" the guy said, and put his hand out to me. "Whats your name bud?" "Well its **** not bud but good guess!" I say. 3 out of 5 laugh genuinely, which made me feel much more comfortable than I was. The guy introduces himself as Pete and gives us each a beer. I nervously and quickly gulp a few swigs down to lubricate my social and language ability.
My memory has decreased of what was said, but we had a nice chat with the drunk fellows actually, and about 10 minutes into the chat revealed to them we were frying. Pete thought it was interesting and asked various questions, while the others seemed uninterested and even concerned for us. But it was nice they were concerned and not obnoxious. This was an unusual bunch of drunk guys; they were trip-friendly, at least at this time of their night, when passing out isn't too far off. It was around 3am when we left there, staying for about two hours. It started off with 5 guys and dwindled down to just Pete in an hour, which I was happy with. I invited him back for some pipe toking, despite my growing fatigue. He expressed excitement at this and followed us back.
He was impressed at my lighting and music. "ever smoke up?" I ask. "Sure thing but not for months!" D lights a bowl and we get blazed. My trip kicked up a few gears; depth increased. Pete mellowed out and grew quiet, almost passing out. I felt cool enough with this guy to let him crash but when I was sure he was out I locked up a few valuables and things. D and I finished out the trip in my room talking some and playing a few games of blackjack. I think we both didn't feel like playing but it was something to tire our brains out. I passed out in my bed shortly after eating 3 ambiens and forcing myself not to enjoy it and give in. It almost didn't work but finally I passed out.
I woke up at 8am, only about 2 hrs after falling asleep. I checked on P and D and they were both still here and asleep. I fell back asleep and skipped my classes; I knew I probably would the night before so it wasn't a big deal.
Overall this was a great trip... thats about all the afterthoughts I have! Deep, complex, and surprising!
substancecode_LSD
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