wow. so, i guess i'll try and write this trip report now. my head is still cluttered, and a little pained, tho 12 hours of sleep did me a lot of good.
where did the night start? hmm...well, i wasn't even going to trip last night, i had 8 hits of liquid acid that i bought earlier in the week. i was gonna eat it next weekend, but i thought last night would be a better suit. i got out of class at 4, i knew all my friends were plannin on tripping. i went down to their room to smoke a couple bowls, take the edge off the school week
went and brought down a bunch of trip stuff for my friends (48" blacklight, tapestry, etc.). this was when i got convinced to eat. so i took my 2 sugar cubes (each with 4 hits dropped on top of it) and brought them down with me.
ate the 2 sugar cubes at 5:40pm. i figured i had a good hour before anything happened. we smoked another bowl, and then i went upstairs to get into comfy clothes and whatnot. comfort is key tripping.
oh, a little background, going in, i intended this trip to be my last. i wanted it to be intense, i wanted it to be real, and decided to let it go where it took me.
things changed a lot faster than i anticipated. by 10 after 6, i was tripping. things had taken on the acid color, and my head was a jumble at best. i brought my "smoking notebook" with me. it's my book which serves to 1) keep track of my weed smoking 2) also serve as a bit of a diary. i set aside a few pages for the trip. as things got weird, i started doodling, writing whatever came to mind in the book. my tapestry, which was hung of my friend's wall, was getting incredible. it was absolutely alive. the acid came on quickly for me, much faster than anyone else. my friends were all in the permagrin stage, as only half an hour had dropped. i guess the dose was what made me start tripping so hard so fast. i knew immediately it was going to be an intense night.
we decided to make our way over to amy's room, to take some bong rips and check out her wall (we've been drawing/painting odd little things on it all year). the bong rips, they did me real good. my friend aj took one a bit large and done knocked himself unconscious, we couldn't do anything to get him up. so, 3 of us went to go get cigarettes, and buy more weed. aj and his boy fran were going to catch up with us later. i guess by this time it might have been 7pm. everybody was starting to trip pretty hard, but i had been for some time. i was actually starting to get disappointed, as it seemed the trip wasn't going to be all that stunning, just another trip. i felt crazy, but under control, not what i wanted out of my intended last trip.
maddies (the minimart) was interesting, i love stores when i'm tripping. so many colors
we got cigs, and bounced out. waiting for the T (pub. transit) was hard, the damn thing refused to leave. after sitting, and sitting, and sitting. i got mad and opened my cigarettes. *naturally*, as soon as the pack came out, the doors opened. bastards. after a short ride, we were out at our friends' place. it was maybe 8pm. weed was bought, and immediately partaken in. now i LOVE smoking weed when i'm tripping. i love it, but this was *ridiculous*. the combination of the two left me in an absolute stupor. i could barely move, speakin coherently was a joke, and my vision was...well, you can imagine. so, i sat. i sat down in the living room in a chair and watched. my book came out, as it was really my only way of recording anything at all. the longer i sat in the chair, the farther away everything got. people came over periodically, said hi, checked on me. i was enjoying myself, but i could almost feel my brain receding back into me, removing itself from the happenings around me. i started to draw, and i never draw... but it was all so simple, watching the pictures appear on the page before me was fascinating.
my sense of time at this point, and for most of the rest of the night, is well, almost non-existant.
as i sat and drew, 2 things happened. as i wrote on the page, i could see the words appearing in a silhouette before i actually wrote them, shadowed letters almost. they weren't clear enough to read until they were written, like they were in the process of becoming visible just slightly faster than my pen could reach them. i was extremely puzzled by this, and upon examining my surroundings closely, i realized it was shadows being cast that did this. there were several spot lights in the room, all angled differently, and all somewhat towards me. this cast like 6 different shadows of my hand and the pen on the paper.
having figured this out, i recorded it in my book, not like i was going to forget it. and as i wrote on the paper, i saw a little man appear out of the shadows on the opposing page. a little silhouette man who danced and moved around on my page. at some point, all my friends went to go back to campus, before going out to an afterhours club. i didn't much feel like being around them anymore, and was more than content to continue sittin in my throne, observing, letting my brain do what it liked.
however, soon after myself, and a friend (who was not tripping) named ben went over to his apartment to chill out. we smoked another bowl up in his room, i looked at his weedsprout that's growing in his closet.
so good to look at weed. we went downstairs, ben was going to make pasta for us, as i realized that i hadn't eaten since the morning, and at this point it was 11 or 12pm.
at this point, i experienced what i can honestly say is the most *amazing* thing i have ever heard, under the influence of anything. part of the reason i love acid is the way it affects your hearing, the soundscapes of acid are amazing at the very least. this, blows away any song, any thing i've experienced. and all it was, was the sink. there were no clean dishes, so ben went to clean a pot, dishes cluttered the sink. he turned on the faucet, and started cleaning. the sounds of the water hitting the pot, coming out of the faucet, and falling down onto the different things on the sink was AMAZING. it became my only existence, i was frozen, it was the only thing i could hear. the sound of water on acid, is indescribable. ben turned around, and saw the look on my face, and started laughing, i was enrapt.
the next few hours, are a blur. i'm not sure i said a word. i know a bong rip was taken. but most of my time was spent silent, looking at nothing.
i don't know how many other people have had their senses converge with each other, but it happens to me fairly frequently. similarly, i don't know how many people have felt/acted slightly schizo while tripping, but it's happened to me before (though generally it's been triggered by the combo of acid an k). as i sat in ben's living room, i could see and feel myself splitting into 3 people. i wish i could explain it. but whenever my vision would go outo of focus, i would see me on my right, and then on my left. it would only last for a few seconds at a time, every few minutes. every time i saw this, i could almost feel myself separating, tho into what i dont know. this, was really disturbing to experience, i'm not sure i really liked it...
as the night wound on, the TV came on, hoping it would make me feel more sane. but, television was just bizarre. ben confirmed the weirdness, being sober. i really couldn't grasp it at all.
ben drove me home at some point, and i sat stewing in my brain, drawing, until i passed out. i was tripping for a solid 12 hours.
coming down in my room, i had a helluva headache...i dunno if it was from the weed, or the acid, or what.
i dunno. this trip was intense, and i really can't find the words to describe what went on in my head because, honestly, i really don't know what was going on most of the night.
but, i intended on this being my last trip, and i think i may stick to that. acid has been a very good friend of mine, and i'm going to miss it, but this was a helluva trip to end on.
i'm still at a loss.
bc
[This message has been edited by bc (edited 26 February 2001).]
where did the night start? hmm...well, i wasn't even going to trip last night, i had 8 hits of liquid acid that i bought earlier in the week. i was gonna eat it next weekend, but i thought last night would be a better suit. i got out of class at 4, i knew all my friends were plannin on tripping. i went down to their room to smoke a couple bowls, take the edge off the school week
ate the 2 sugar cubes at 5:40pm. i figured i had a good hour before anything happened. we smoked another bowl, and then i went upstairs to get into comfy clothes and whatnot. comfort is key tripping.
oh, a little background, going in, i intended this trip to be my last. i wanted it to be intense, i wanted it to be real, and decided to let it go where it took me.
things changed a lot faster than i anticipated. by 10 after 6, i was tripping. things had taken on the acid color, and my head was a jumble at best. i brought my "smoking notebook" with me. it's my book which serves to 1) keep track of my weed smoking 2) also serve as a bit of a diary. i set aside a few pages for the trip. as things got weird, i started doodling, writing whatever came to mind in the book. my tapestry, which was hung of my friend's wall, was getting incredible. it was absolutely alive. the acid came on quickly for me, much faster than anyone else. my friends were all in the permagrin stage, as only half an hour had dropped. i guess the dose was what made me start tripping so hard so fast. i knew immediately it was going to be an intense night.
we decided to make our way over to amy's room, to take some bong rips and check out her wall (we've been drawing/painting odd little things on it all year). the bong rips, they did me real good. my friend aj took one a bit large and done knocked himself unconscious, we couldn't do anything to get him up. so, 3 of us went to go get cigarettes, and buy more weed. aj and his boy fran were going to catch up with us later. i guess by this time it might have been 7pm. everybody was starting to trip pretty hard, but i had been for some time. i was actually starting to get disappointed, as it seemed the trip wasn't going to be all that stunning, just another trip. i felt crazy, but under control, not what i wanted out of my intended last trip.
maddies (the minimart) was interesting, i love stores when i'm tripping. so many colors
my sense of time at this point, and for most of the rest of the night, is well, almost non-existant.
as i sat and drew, 2 things happened. as i wrote on the page, i could see the words appearing in a silhouette before i actually wrote them, shadowed letters almost. they weren't clear enough to read until they were written, like they were in the process of becoming visible just slightly faster than my pen could reach them. i was extremely puzzled by this, and upon examining my surroundings closely, i realized it was shadows being cast that did this. there were several spot lights in the room, all angled differently, and all somewhat towards me. this cast like 6 different shadows of my hand and the pen on the paper.
having figured this out, i recorded it in my book, not like i was going to forget it. and as i wrote on the paper, i saw a little man appear out of the shadows on the opposing page. a little silhouette man who danced and moved around on my page. at some point, all my friends went to go back to campus, before going out to an afterhours club. i didn't much feel like being around them anymore, and was more than content to continue sittin in my throne, observing, letting my brain do what it liked.
however, soon after myself, and a friend (who was not tripping) named ben went over to his apartment to chill out. we smoked another bowl up in his room, i looked at his weedsprout that's growing in his closet.
at this point, i experienced what i can honestly say is the most *amazing* thing i have ever heard, under the influence of anything. part of the reason i love acid is the way it affects your hearing, the soundscapes of acid are amazing at the very least. this, blows away any song, any thing i've experienced. and all it was, was the sink. there were no clean dishes, so ben went to clean a pot, dishes cluttered the sink. he turned on the faucet, and started cleaning. the sounds of the water hitting the pot, coming out of the faucet, and falling down onto the different things on the sink was AMAZING. it became my only existence, i was frozen, it was the only thing i could hear. the sound of water on acid, is indescribable. ben turned around, and saw the look on my face, and started laughing, i was enrapt.
the next few hours, are a blur. i'm not sure i said a word. i know a bong rip was taken. but most of my time was spent silent, looking at nothing.
i don't know how many other people have had their senses converge with each other, but it happens to me fairly frequently. similarly, i don't know how many people have felt/acted slightly schizo while tripping, but it's happened to me before (though generally it's been triggered by the combo of acid an k). as i sat in ben's living room, i could see and feel myself splitting into 3 people. i wish i could explain it. but whenever my vision would go outo of focus, i would see me on my right, and then on my left. it would only last for a few seconds at a time, every few minutes. every time i saw this, i could almost feel myself separating, tho into what i dont know. this, was really disturbing to experience, i'm not sure i really liked it...
as the night wound on, the TV came on, hoping it would make me feel more sane. but, television was just bizarre. ben confirmed the weirdness, being sober. i really couldn't grasp it at all.
ben drove me home at some point, and i sat stewing in my brain, drawing, until i passed out. i was tripping for a solid 12 hours.
coming down in my room, i had a helluva headache...i dunno if it was from the weed, or the acid, or what.
i dunno. this trip was intense, and i really can't find the words to describe what went on in my head because, honestly, i really don't know what was going on most of the night.
but, i intended on this being my last trip, and i think i may stick to that. acid has been a very good friend of mine, and i'm going to miss it, but this was a helluva trip to end on.
i'm still at a loss.
bc
[This message has been edited by bc (edited 26 February 2001).]
