00intherain
Greenlighter
hey y'all, long-time reader first-time poster here, have been tripping semi-regularly for a good few years now and decided it's time i finally make a contribution to this forum. wanted to share my most recent acid trip from abt a month ago!!
me and my good friend, let's call him A, have been tripping together for a long time, and in early november we met up at his place for an acid-fueled sleepover/movie night. as the night started out, i took a tab (unsure the exact dosage, but it was a pretty standard amount for me) and he took half a tab, bc that was all we had left. he also took around half a gram of shrooms bc we wanted to make sure we'd wind up on the same level, though given how good these tabs were, i doubt we had much to worry abt in that regard.
in the early stages of the come up we were just hanging out talking about nothing, we put on this youtube video and realized we'd missed half the video, so we rewatched it. this happened abt twice before we realized we were both coming up, and hard.
i lay back on A's bed, and stared up at the ceiling, letting myself take in the first euphoric waves of the experience. i don't know how to describe it really, but whenever i'm on acid i always feel like this is how the human condition is designed to be experienced. my thought process during a come up is always like, "this is what i'm made for." i took a few deep breaths, and i could feel the air in my lungs, each breath ecstatic, my body warm and alive with blood. i put a hand to my chest and marveled at my heartbeat, reminded of this sylvia plath quote, where she describes her heart as being like a drum that beats out a rhythmic "i am, i am, i am." i just lay there, loving being alive, the sensory experience of being in a human body, of consciousness itself, what a gift it is.
i looked over at A's walls, and i could see these small, shifting patterns in the paint, like little crystals embedded in it, catching the light.
we put on some tv show and i spent half the episode just staring at the wallpaper on the other monitor of his pc, an abstract black and red splatter pattern that was quickly beginning to take on a life of its own, spreading across the screen like a pool of liquid, swirling and mixing with itself.
after a while, we got restless, so we decided to get up and go to the bathroom mirror. i know a lot of people say not to look in the mirror while tripping, but me and A always kind of get a kick out of seeing what we look like, and i have this weird thing where i swear to god looking at myself on acid always helps my self image issues tremendously. i don't know why, i have a really spotty self esteem/body image in my sober, waking life, but when i look in the mirror on acid i always feel so beautiful, like i am made as part of some greater, natural design, and everything about me is as it should be, imperfect and human and naturally divine, if that makes any sense at all lmao.
the bathroom was fun enough, particularly the tiles, which have this woodgrain pattern on them that always gets super hyper-realistic and starts flowing around like water when we trip at A's place, but we eventually decided that we needed to go outside to fully enjoy the trip.
A lives in a pretty remote suburb, very far away from my neighborhood, and we don't like to walk around in it too much while tripping bc all the houses kind of look the same, and it all gets very reminiscent of the paper town in a wrinkle in time (if you've seen the movie or read the book, yk what i mean), but because it was early, early november everyone's halloween decorations were still up, so we wanted to go check them out. first, we went and sat for a while in this big empty field across from A's, lying in the grass and looking up at the stars. the grass was all so intricately patterned, like each and every blade of grass had been laid by hand in an intentional design.
it was late at night, and so me and A were joking around about how all the monsters were out at night (ourselves and the halloween decorations) and all the boring old suburbanites had gone to bed to hide from us. there were a few light displays that we got sucked into for a while, and one of those 12 foot tall home depot skeletons which was really cool, like the archeological remains of a giant, come back to life, hanging out on the front lawn of a stepford wife. we were getting really into it when we heard a group of teenage boys in the distance and decided it was time to make our retreat to smoke a bowl in A's backyard.
well, we did just that, and it was beautiful. A has this clear glass pipe with an irridescent finish to it, curved and shaped like a snake, and watching the smoke traveling up the snake, and swirl and writhe in the midnight air like a snake itself, was really incredible. i love to smoke when i'm tripping, i feel like the weed always really takes the visuals to that next level, and i opened my acid trip pinterest board and started looking through it, pausing every once in a while on a particularly good image to share it with A.
one image in particular stuck with me, this tree, with a lot of it's bark stripped away. i saved it (like all the other images on the board) because i thought it'd be cool to look at while tripping. "it's so beautiful" i said, and A was like "yea, it's really amazing... isn't it also kind of like, violent?" we both sat with that idea for a second, and i swear we both got the same disturbing visual at the same time, of what i can only describe as "gore" of the tree, blood and flesh where the bark had been stripped away, as though it were alive in the same way as him or me. "yes," i said, quickly taking the image away from him, "i know exactly what you mean, actually. that's... a lot." but i kept looking at it. i didn't show it to him again, bc i could tell it had freaked him out. hell, it freaked me out, but there was something beautiful about it too, like this sense of oneness with the tree. it was alive on the same level as me, and like me, it could bleed. it felt so right in a way, that i was able to overcome the discomfort of the moment and derive this deeper meaning from it, this connection to all living things.
after that we hung out inside again, just listening to music. we watched the movie paprika (highly recommend), and that's about all i remember that's really worth mentioning. i can see now that this is a really long report, so if you've read this far ty!! i hope the people of bluelight like my first ever trip report
me and my good friend, let's call him A, have been tripping together for a long time, and in early november we met up at his place for an acid-fueled sleepover/movie night. as the night started out, i took a tab (unsure the exact dosage, but it was a pretty standard amount for me) and he took half a tab, bc that was all we had left. he also took around half a gram of shrooms bc we wanted to make sure we'd wind up on the same level, though given how good these tabs were, i doubt we had much to worry abt in that regard.
in the early stages of the come up we were just hanging out talking about nothing, we put on this youtube video and realized we'd missed half the video, so we rewatched it. this happened abt twice before we realized we were both coming up, and hard.
i lay back on A's bed, and stared up at the ceiling, letting myself take in the first euphoric waves of the experience. i don't know how to describe it really, but whenever i'm on acid i always feel like this is how the human condition is designed to be experienced. my thought process during a come up is always like, "this is what i'm made for." i took a few deep breaths, and i could feel the air in my lungs, each breath ecstatic, my body warm and alive with blood. i put a hand to my chest and marveled at my heartbeat, reminded of this sylvia plath quote, where she describes her heart as being like a drum that beats out a rhythmic "i am, i am, i am." i just lay there, loving being alive, the sensory experience of being in a human body, of consciousness itself, what a gift it is.
i looked over at A's walls, and i could see these small, shifting patterns in the paint, like little crystals embedded in it, catching the light.
we put on some tv show and i spent half the episode just staring at the wallpaper on the other monitor of his pc, an abstract black and red splatter pattern that was quickly beginning to take on a life of its own, spreading across the screen like a pool of liquid, swirling and mixing with itself.
after a while, we got restless, so we decided to get up and go to the bathroom mirror. i know a lot of people say not to look in the mirror while tripping, but me and A always kind of get a kick out of seeing what we look like, and i have this weird thing where i swear to god looking at myself on acid always helps my self image issues tremendously. i don't know why, i have a really spotty self esteem/body image in my sober, waking life, but when i look in the mirror on acid i always feel so beautiful, like i am made as part of some greater, natural design, and everything about me is as it should be, imperfect and human and naturally divine, if that makes any sense at all lmao.
the bathroom was fun enough, particularly the tiles, which have this woodgrain pattern on them that always gets super hyper-realistic and starts flowing around like water when we trip at A's place, but we eventually decided that we needed to go outside to fully enjoy the trip.
A lives in a pretty remote suburb, very far away from my neighborhood, and we don't like to walk around in it too much while tripping bc all the houses kind of look the same, and it all gets very reminiscent of the paper town in a wrinkle in time (if you've seen the movie or read the book, yk what i mean), but because it was early, early november everyone's halloween decorations were still up, so we wanted to go check them out. first, we went and sat for a while in this big empty field across from A's, lying in the grass and looking up at the stars. the grass was all so intricately patterned, like each and every blade of grass had been laid by hand in an intentional design.
it was late at night, and so me and A were joking around about how all the monsters were out at night (ourselves and the halloween decorations) and all the boring old suburbanites had gone to bed to hide from us. there were a few light displays that we got sucked into for a while, and one of those 12 foot tall home depot skeletons which was really cool, like the archeological remains of a giant, come back to life, hanging out on the front lawn of a stepford wife. we were getting really into it when we heard a group of teenage boys in the distance and decided it was time to make our retreat to smoke a bowl in A's backyard.
well, we did just that, and it was beautiful. A has this clear glass pipe with an irridescent finish to it, curved and shaped like a snake, and watching the smoke traveling up the snake, and swirl and writhe in the midnight air like a snake itself, was really incredible. i love to smoke when i'm tripping, i feel like the weed always really takes the visuals to that next level, and i opened my acid trip pinterest board and started looking through it, pausing every once in a while on a particularly good image to share it with A.
one image in particular stuck with me, this tree, with a lot of it's bark stripped away. i saved it (like all the other images on the board) because i thought it'd be cool to look at while tripping. "it's so beautiful" i said, and A was like "yea, it's really amazing... isn't it also kind of like, violent?" we both sat with that idea for a second, and i swear we both got the same disturbing visual at the same time, of what i can only describe as "gore" of the tree, blood and flesh where the bark had been stripped away, as though it were alive in the same way as him or me. "yes," i said, quickly taking the image away from him, "i know exactly what you mean, actually. that's... a lot." but i kept looking at it. i didn't show it to him again, bc i could tell it had freaked him out. hell, it freaked me out, but there was something beautiful about it too, like this sense of oneness with the tree. it was alive on the same level as me, and like me, it could bleed. it felt so right in a way, that i was able to overcome the discomfort of the moment and derive this deeper meaning from it, this connection to all living things.
after that we hung out inside again, just listening to music. we watched the movie paprika (highly recommend), and that's about all i remember that's really worth mentioning. i can see now that this is a really long report, so if you've read this far ty!! i hope the people of bluelight like my first ever trip report
