Party_Animal
Ex-Bluelighter
Acid trip in a Tent
After about a week of planning and anticipation myself and several other friends dropped 2 hits of acid each and one shroomed.
Before I start out let me describe the setting. Among my group of friends, none of us had any empty houses to fry in, so we had an idea to set up a tent. We brought out an extension cord about 75 ft from the building and plugged black lights, a plasma light, and a computer (for music and winamp plugins) in. It was fairly cold out at this time so we packed blankets and a heater in as well. This was NOT a good setting, for reasons I will explain later.
As the night started out, we all were very excited and eager to trip. As it started to hit us we joked and played and had generally a good time. I was experiencing some VERY cool visuals. Tracers were a lot different from my previous experiences. As I waved my hand across my face it would drag into shell patterns (repeated trailing images of my hand) similar to those made by the mouse cursor on a laptop screen. I would stare at the computer screen for a second, then look away and the world would suddenly transform. Any object I looked at would be textured in whatever I just looked at on the screen. Because I was looking at designs on the screen I had a very good time.
As I was coming up to my peak, I started talking less and less. Partly because I didn't want to and partly because I couldn't. I was thinking so many things and experiencing so many feelings and sensations that my body was practically overloaded with things. There was so feelings being input into my body that I couldn't output anything. This is when I lost contact with reality.
One of the things I have learned about being on acid is that you constantly have to be talking to people or communicating in some way otherwise it will drive you crazy. As I said, this is something I wasn't exactly doing. Many things happened to me when I was out of reality, most of which I can't remember. I remember small glimpses and chunks of things, but mostly just confusion. I kept thinking that there were people outside the tent looking for us...each time that happened my heart would drop the the bottom of my stomach and I would feel horrible. The world around me was in constant motion. I would just lie down and everything around me would spin and flow in a spiral pattern. I heard voices and saw people that told me to come with them. I was torn between a choice of abandoning my life and going with them to a higher existance, or coming down and living my normal life. I kept on trying to choose to live the higher existance but every time I did something would go wrong and I would feel like I was falling back down.
Eventually I came back to reality slightly and I looked around and all my friends look fine. I thought that their trip had ended and that several days had passed and that I was going to pay some severe consequences for choosing to stay out of reality that long. Eventually as I came down I figured out that everyone else was coming down and that I was pissing everyone off because I was still so confused about reality. For a period of time I wondered who I was, where I was, and when it was. I was just completely confused.
We went back to a warm house and I spent awhile thinking about what had just happened. It was more of an educational experience for me. It was entertaining, mind-expanding.....but it was slightly discomforting. The experience gave me a new respect for acid.
After about a week of planning and anticipation myself and several other friends dropped 2 hits of acid each and one shroomed.
Before I start out let me describe the setting. Among my group of friends, none of us had any empty houses to fry in, so we had an idea to set up a tent. We brought out an extension cord about 75 ft from the building and plugged black lights, a plasma light, and a computer (for music and winamp plugins) in. It was fairly cold out at this time so we packed blankets and a heater in as well. This was NOT a good setting, for reasons I will explain later.
As the night started out, we all were very excited and eager to trip. As it started to hit us we joked and played and had generally a good time. I was experiencing some VERY cool visuals. Tracers were a lot different from my previous experiences. As I waved my hand across my face it would drag into shell patterns (repeated trailing images of my hand) similar to those made by the mouse cursor on a laptop screen. I would stare at the computer screen for a second, then look away and the world would suddenly transform. Any object I looked at would be textured in whatever I just looked at on the screen. Because I was looking at designs on the screen I had a very good time.
As I was coming up to my peak, I started talking less and less. Partly because I didn't want to and partly because I couldn't. I was thinking so many things and experiencing so many feelings and sensations that my body was practically overloaded with things. There was so feelings being input into my body that I couldn't output anything. This is when I lost contact with reality.
One of the things I have learned about being on acid is that you constantly have to be talking to people or communicating in some way otherwise it will drive you crazy. As I said, this is something I wasn't exactly doing. Many things happened to me when I was out of reality, most of which I can't remember. I remember small glimpses and chunks of things, but mostly just confusion. I kept thinking that there were people outside the tent looking for us...each time that happened my heart would drop the the bottom of my stomach and I would feel horrible. The world around me was in constant motion. I would just lie down and everything around me would spin and flow in a spiral pattern. I heard voices and saw people that told me to come with them. I was torn between a choice of abandoning my life and going with them to a higher existance, or coming down and living my normal life. I kept on trying to choose to live the higher existance but every time I did something would go wrong and I would feel like I was falling back down.
Eventually I came back to reality slightly and I looked around and all my friends look fine. I thought that their trip had ended and that several days had passed and that I was going to pay some severe consequences for choosing to stay out of reality that long. Eventually as I came down I figured out that everyone else was coming down and that I was pissing everyone off because I was still so confused about reality. For a period of time I wondered who I was, where I was, and when it was. I was just completely confused.
We went back to a warm house and I spent awhile thinking about what had just happened. It was more of an educational experience for me. It was entertaining, mind-expanding.....but it was slightly discomforting. The experience gave me a new respect for acid.
