Plague Bearer
Bluelighter
Nice powerful TRIP
I hadn’t had a good trip for what seemed like ages, so in the end I just wanted to do it that night and make sure it was the most fucked on acid I’ve ever been. I had two hits of Hoffman 2000 (some nice strong acid), I ate 1.5 at about 11pm. After about 20 minutes or so I began to feel rather heavy (Hoffman 2000s are known for this), and I soon became to feel very heavy and a bit out of it, colours began to get a little better and I felt both amusement and a little concern coming on at once.
This was fine and I was used to it, only I could tell that it was going to be the strongest trip I’d ever had.
At this point I think it is nessecary to make the setting understood. I was with my best friend B and we were staying in a friend’s holiday house down on the beach with her friend K. The place is bloody huge (well big for me anyway) it had long halls and many rooms. It was really quite clearly built and decorated in the 60s and not changed once since then, the carpet is a fluffy bright blue the curtains are bright green and the furniture is very 60s too with matching colours and some purple thrown in on the cushions. Anyway in addition to this the owners appeared to have done quite a bit travelling in their day and had picked up many relics from around the world, these are placed in interesting locations around the place. There is even a room with the black and whilte big tiles.
Anyway we were sort of up in this separate section to the house up some stairs. So I’m ok, but heavy and having trouble concentrating and then the lights blow in that part of the house so I’m a little worried but not too bad cos I’m not tripping yet. So we put on a small lamp and sort of lit the room. We then went downstairs because I’d not eaten in about 24 hours and wanted to get some food before I became so fucked.
So B and I went down to get some food and K went to sleep. In the kitchen (which has a blue floor with bright pink stripes on it) we started looking the fridge and already I’m feeling quite odd and funny, then my mum comes in and starts talking to us, I had to keep my head in the fridge the whole time so she couldn’t see my expressions as I held back grins and laughter etc, and basically to avoid her knowing I was going to be tripping in front of her.
For what seemed like ages she talked to us in the kitchen as we prepared a late dinner. I really felt the acid coming on and had trouble acting straight, a couple of times she looked at me strangely but I think it was ok. Anyway we made burritos and I sat down to eat them, this became difficult because I was easily distracted, and spend ages trying to move a spider from the table because I wouldn’t kill it but didn’t want it near me.
Then I sat down to eat my burritos and noticed that the curtains were moving with an inner pulse, swaying together in a shivering pulse. I asked B if she could see it and she said no, so I knew I was starting to trip. I noticed that as I pointed to to her I could see some nice strong tracers about 2-3 inches long. I then struggled to eat my burrito because the meat inside it started squirming etc. I think I made a bit of a mess and finally gave up because it was all taking too long. I then looked up at the room and was given quite a shock. The whole 60s look of the room had taken over, every shadow in the room moved with its own energy as if the light sources in the room were constantly moving and dimming, all the furniture distorted as did the roof and walls to make a crooked parody of the real architecture. This final result was very VERY acid arty, you know, from the 60s with the mishapen objects and the odd colours. I felt like I was IN the acid world that Leary had known and the whole concept of acid in the 60s was known to me because of my surroundings. The lights are big white spheres hangning from the roof, these started to sway as the whole house breathed in and out, all the time looking crooked and very alien, this was the LSD version of the world, all the time being very 60s and so fucking acidy.
We then went into the kitchen to pack up and at first I thought the pink stripes in the floor with standing out solid in the air. Now lets just say that I’ve always felt this house was a bit creepy, but now I was scared because it looked so evil, in some ways I loved the way it had turned into a 60s LSD land, but it was kind of like a house of horrors. We made some popcorn and then went back to my room, I had to hold B’s hand because I was too scared walking in down the halls with all the things haning on the walls. I stopped at the pool table and admired its smoothness and the shiny balls and then we moved on.
B wanted a cigarette so we went out onto a balcony which had sort of been closed up with a roof and walls, but it was still kind of open. This was very dark and scary but it was sort of ok, I kind of got a couple of headrushes from the atmosphere of the place, by this time in the dark the trailers of B’s cigaratte light were feet long. We discussed some things as I occasionally forgot where we were and started to panic a bit, but never too badly. I then notcied that the lighting in the place was going out of control, basically all the shadows danced around and moved longer and shorter as I looked directly at them. Thankfully we left this place.
B wanted to do a bit of personal writing (she had chosen alcohol over acid and was a little sick of me I think), during this time I put on some fucking amazing trance which was beautiful. I then put on some of those amazing keliedescope programs on my computer, these were way too intense and I instantly had to look away because I felt the over sensation would send me insane. I eventually could watch them and couldn’t believe how amazing it was, I then turned off the music and just looked at the image. Then I SWEAR the images started making their own music, as I looked closely I could hear a nice trancy electronic hum which rippled and purred in perfect harmony with the vision. I got a little bored and looked around wanting to explore the room or house more. I looked at the door and it twisted into a scary door the door not fitting the frame right and the handle twisting and drooping to look kind of scary (but I kind of liked the LSD alienness of it). Then I saw bright lights coming from under and around the door.
We then left down the scary stairs and through the halls back to the lounge, there we sat and talked as I looked at the 60s furniture as it twisted to look just like acid art. Then K got tired so we went into a spare room and made a bed up for him, this took ages for me to do cos I kept getting distracted, I looked at a mirror and couldn’t see myself in it, but given the whole thought of a mirror I knew it would be too much so I said keep me the fuck away from it, I then looked in later and it wasn’t that good or bad, but perhaps if I had stayed there I would’ve really liked it.
Then B and I went into the lounge to talk again and I was still in the 60s acid land. Then I got bored with talking and B got tired so I went and looked at the wood and things, then B went to bed so I basically spent then next few hours playing with the trippy computer programs, syncronising them perfeclty with some awesome trance which sounded so good. I also made some acid logos in photoshop.
Then at about 7.30am came I was still tripping but nowhere near as hard so I went down stairs and my mum was up so I sat and had a nice long chat to her, she’d been feeling distant from me in the last few months and loved talking to me. I really felt the acid helped make us both closer again because she was much happier the rest of the day and I could tell what it meant to her.This made me feel really good, but the trouble was I was now way out of energy as it was 11am and I’d had next to no sleep the night before my trip so I couldn’t help but sleep. It was a very electric sleep as acid sleep always is, when I woke up I was no longer tripping but the afterglow was nice.
Thanks for reading.
[This message has been edited by Plague Bearer (edited 23 January 2001).]
I hadn’t had a good trip for what seemed like ages, so in the end I just wanted to do it that night and make sure it was the most fucked on acid I’ve ever been. I had two hits of Hoffman 2000 (some nice strong acid), I ate 1.5 at about 11pm. After about 20 minutes or so I began to feel rather heavy (Hoffman 2000s are known for this), and I soon became to feel very heavy and a bit out of it, colours began to get a little better and I felt both amusement and a little concern coming on at once.
This was fine and I was used to it, only I could tell that it was going to be the strongest trip I’d ever had.
At this point I think it is nessecary to make the setting understood. I was with my best friend B and we were staying in a friend’s holiday house down on the beach with her friend K. The place is bloody huge (well big for me anyway) it had long halls and many rooms. It was really quite clearly built and decorated in the 60s and not changed once since then, the carpet is a fluffy bright blue the curtains are bright green and the furniture is very 60s too with matching colours and some purple thrown in on the cushions. Anyway in addition to this the owners appeared to have done quite a bit travelling in their day and had picked up many relics from around the world, these are placed in interesting locations around the place. There is even a room with the black and whilte big tiles.
Anyway we were sort of up in this separate section to the house up some stairs. So I’m ok, but heavy and having trouble concentrating and then the lights blow in that part of the house so I’m a little worried but not too bad cos I’m not tripping yet. So we put on a small lamp and sort of lit the room. We then went downstairs because I’d not eaten in about 24 hours and wanted to get some food before I became so fucked.
So B and I went down to get some food and K went to sleep. In the kitchen (which has a blue floor with bright pink stripes on it) we started looking the fridge and already I’m feeling quite odd and funny, then my mum comes in and starts talking to us, I had to keep my head in the fridge the whole time so she couldn’t see my expressions as I held back grins and laughter etc, and basically to avoid her knowing I was going to be tripping in front of her.
For what seemed like ages she talked to us in the kitchen as we prepared a late dinner. I really felt the acid coming on and had trouble acting straight, a couple of times she looked at me strangely but I think it was ok. Anyway we made burritos and I sat down to eat them, this became difficult because I was easily distracted, and spend ages trying to move a spider from the table because I wouldn’t kill it but didn’t want it near me.
Then I sat down to eat my burritos and noticed that the curtains were moving with an inner pulse, swaying together in a shivering pulse. I asked B if she could see it and she said no, so I knew I was starting to trip. I noticed that as I pointed to to her I could see some nice strong tracers about 2-3 inches long. I then struggled to eat my burrito because the meat inside it started squirming etc. I think I made a bit of a mess and finally gave up because it was all taking too long. I then looked up at the room and was given quite a shock. The whole 60s look of the room had taken over, every shadow in the room moved with its own energy as if the light sources in the room were constantly moving and dimming, all the furniture distorted as did the roof and walls to make a crooked parody of the real architecture. This final result was very VERY acid arty, you know, from the 60s with the mishapen objects and the odd colours. I felt like I was IN the acid world that Leary had known and the whole concept of acid in the 60s was known to me because of my surroundings. The lights are big white spheres hangning from the roof, these started to sway as the whole house breathed in and out, all the time looking crooked and very alien, this was the LSD version of the world, all the time being very 60s and so fucking acidy.
We then went into the kitchen to pack up and at first I thought the pink stripes in the floor with standing out solid in the air. Now lets just say that I’ve always felt this house was a bit creepy, but now I was scared because it looked so evil, in some ways I loved the way it had turned into a 60s LSD land, but it was kind of like a house of horrors. We made some popcorn and then went back to my room, I had to hold B’s hand because I was too scared walking in down the halls with all the things haning on the walls. I stopped at the pool table and admired its smoothness and the shiny balls and then we moved on.
B wanted a cigarette so we went out onto a balcony which had sort of been closed up with a roof and walls, but it was still kind of open. This was very dark and scary but it was sort of ok, I kind of got a couple of headrushes from the atmosphere of the place, by this time in the dark the trailers of B’s cigaratte light were feet long. We discussed some things as I occasionally forgot where we were and started to panic a bit, but never too badly. I then notcied that the lighting in the place was going out of control, basically all the shadows danced around and moved longer and shorter as I looked directly at them. Thankfully we left this place.
B wanted to do a bit of personal writing (she had chosen alcohol over acid and was a little sick of me I think), during this time I put on some fucking amazing trance which was beautiful. I then put on some of those amazing keliedescope programs on my computer, these were way too intense and I instantly had to look away because I felt the over sensation would send me insane. I eventually could watch them and couldn’t believe how amazing it was, I then turned off the music and just looked at the image. Then I SWEAR the images started making their own music, as I looked closely I could hear a nice trancy electronic hum which rippled and purred in perfect harmony with the vision. I got a little bored and looked around wanting to explore the room or house more. I looked at the door and it twisted into a scary door the door not fitting the frame right and the handle twisting and drooping to look kind of scary (but I kind of liked the LSD alienness of it). Then I saw bright lights coming from under and around the door.
We then left down the scary stairs and through the halls back to the lounge, there we sat and talked as I looked at the 60s furniture as it twisted to look just like acid art. Then K got tired so we went into a spare room and made a bed up for him, this took ages for me to do cos I kept getting distracted, I looked at a mirror and couldn’t see myself in it, but given the whole thought of a mirror I knew it would be too much so I said keep me the fuck away from it, I then looked in later and it wasn’t that good or bad, but perhaps if I had stayed there I would’ve really liked it.
Then B and I went into the lounge to talk again and I was still in the 60s acid land. Then I got bored with talking and B got tired so I went and looked at the wood and things, then B went to bed so I basically spent then next few hours playing with the trippy computer programs, syncronising them perfeclty with some awesome trance which sounded so good. I also made some acid logos in photoshop.
Then at about 7.30am came I was still tripping but nowhere near as hard so I went down stairs and my mum was up so I sat and had a nice long chat to her, she’d been feeling distant from me in the last few months and loved talking to me. I really felt the acid helped make us both closer again because she was much happier the rest of the day and I could tell what it meant to her.This made me feel really good, but the trouble was I was now way out of energy as it was 11am and I’d had next to no sleep the night before my trip so I couldn’t help but sleep. It was a very electric sleep as acid sleep always is, when I woke up I was no longer tripping but the afterglow was nice.
Thanks for reading.
[This message has been edited by Plague Bearer (edited 23 January 2001).]
