I'm writing this the day after I first touched the so legendary drug LSD. I was so elated to have the opportunity to try a drug which has had so much of an influence on the world around us and hopefully become part of that understanding. Now this elation has turned into questions with no answers and confusion.
To kill off some anxiety I thought that smoking some bud throughout the day would settle me down. This ended up being a mistake because by 12AM (dosage time) my heart was pounding like chipmunks on heat. At this time I should've backed off or at least taken a smaller dosage. But no, now was the time.
Setting: my bedroom, all six family memebers home.
I cut off a little square blotter and place it on the tongue, swish it around, chew for 5 minutes and swallow. At this time I was just playing around on the computer and I believe looking up some helpful last minute tips on this site.
After 30 minutes I feel nothing. I know that everyone says re-dosing at this stage is one of the worst apporaches possible. My theory was that if I was going to try acid for the first time it might as well be done properly and all effects engaged in this solitary environment of my room. Into the mouth another half a tab goes. Chewing up the tab seems like an incredibly hilarious task for me... maybe I am feeling something.
At 1.00AM i'm sitting in bed reading an FHM magazine barely noticing the simple coloured patterns occasionally swishing around here and there in my peripherals.... then it kicked. The tanned blonde girl in a picture, the epitomy of sex suddenly becomes life-like. It's as if I have grown a third eye and am now able to see life as it is. Her beauty sends incredible waves of euphoria through me.... nothing on par to what I have ever felt before. She seperates from the page with hair flowing like a stream of golden water; she winks and then turns back to the inanimate picture. Now that was pretty amazing. I try to read my management essay but it all looks like vines sprouting from a page.
I eat another half a tab because 1.5 seems like a silly number. The total now is two.
After getting bored at watching the carpet swirl and turn into grass, people in the magazine winking and hopping out of the page for me and seeing a shadow man (ended up being my own shadow) walk out of my wall and stare at me I suddenly really needed to piss. Walking to the toilet in a dark house where you know any slight noise may wake your parents on a head full of acid is a task. Many stops were made to stare at my dog sleeping which now looked like a panther and the detailed rainbow fractals looking so clean against the white walls.
In my bathroom I have this huge mirror and upon looking into it I was shocked. This wasn't me! I looked totally different but not in a scary way. I then spent around 30 minutes looking at myself change in various beasts, fauna and characters. In that time I became a werewolf, a cat, a squirrel then some unidentifiable person, then a fat man with lots of tatoos and scars (no that's not me usually
), then a cartoon potato man. But the best visual from this was indeed when one eye inflated to the size of a baseball, swirled around to under my chin and hence making my face look like melting jelly. Fun.
Around this time the trip started to get uncomfortable. I desperately wanted to have someone with me to experience this. Also, I kept on thinking of how great it would be to be outdoors looking at the night sky and just observing things which would surely be more detailed than that on say a computer or magazine. The most intense burst of energy went to my legs, I felt like running yet here I was in my small room with nothing much at all to do. I began to get agitated. There was no possibility of going outside because I would most likely have to face my parents with eyes so indescribably huge.
This more than annoying feeling continued for the rest of the trip. I managed to kill part of it by dancing to music, watching fractals on a plug-in to winamp, looking under my bed, putting glasses on and watching the colour change, walking around in flip-flop sandals and marvelling at how awesome cherry cola tastes.
At about 8.30am I was still pretty damn high but had a beer to relax and actually managed to get to sleep. Awoke 9 hours later.
I know people now would expect a summary where I analyse the meaning of life from a whole new perspective which only an ancient indian shaman could come close to relating to. I really had very little of this. My train of thought was poor and conclusions were never met and this is what I meant about still being confused. What I did learn though is that there is something more to life which I have to explore. This was only really learnt though by wondering in amazement at how intricate the peacocks feather in my room was.
If I was tripping outdoors at say a festival or somewhere where there was no obstruction to letting myself go free I believe this would have been a life-changing experience. Ah... regrets.
To kill off some anxiety I thought that smoking some bud throughout the day would settle me down. This ended up being a mistake because by 12AM (dosage time) my heart was pounding like chipmunks on heat. At this time I should've backed off or at least taken a smaller dosage. But no, now was the time.
Setting: my bedroom, all six family memebers home.
I cut off a little square blotter and place it on the tongue, swish it around, chew for 5 minutes and swallow. At this time I was just playing around on the computer and I believe looking up some helpful last minute tips on this site.
After 30 minutes I feel nothing. I know that everyone says re-dosing at this stage is one of the worst apporaches possible. My theory was that if I was going to try acid for the first time it might as well be done properly and all effects engaged in this solitary environment of my room. Into the mouth another half a tab goes. Chewing up the tab seems like an incredibly hilarious task for me... maybe I am feeling something.
At 1.00AM i'm sitting in bed reading an FHM magazine barely noticing the simple coloured patterns occasionally swishing around here and there in my peripherals.... then it kicked. The tanned blonde girl in a picture, the epitomy of sex suddenly becomes life-like. It's as if I have grown a third eye and am now able to see life as it is. Her beauty sends incredible waves of euphoria through me.... nothing on par to what I have ever felt before. She seperates from the page with hair flowing like a stream of golden water; she winks and then turns back to the inanimate picture. Now that was pretty amazing. I try to read my management essay but it all looks like vines sprouting from a page.
I eat another half a tab because 1.5 seems like a silly number. The total now is two.
After getting bored at watching the carpet swirl and turn into grass, people in the magazine winking and hopping out of the page for me and seeing a shadow man (ended up being my own shadow) walk out of my wall and stare at me I suddenly really needed to piss. Walking to the toilet in a dark house where you know any slight noise may wake your parents on a head full of acid is a task. Many stops were made to stare at my dog sleeping which now looked like a panther and the detailed rainbow fractals looking so clean against the white walls.
In my bathroom I have this huge mirror and upon looking into it I was shocked. This wasn't me! I looked totally different but not in a scary way. I then spent around 30 minutes looking at myself change in various beasts, fauna and characters. In that time I became a werewolf, a cat, a squirrel then some unidentifiable person, then a fat man with lots of tatoos and scars (no that's not me usually
), then a cartoon potato man. But the best visual from this was indeed when one eye inflated to the size of a baseball, swirled around to under my chin and hence making my face look like melting jelly. Fun.Around this time the trip started to get uncomfortable. I desperately wanted to have someone with me to experience this. Also, I kept on thinking of how great it would be to be outdoors looking at the night sky and just observing things which would surely be more detailed than that on say a computer or magazine. The most intense burst of energy went to my legs, I felt like running yet here I was in my small room with nothing much at all to do. I began to get agitated. There was no possibility of going outside because I would most likely have to face my parents with eyes so indescribably huge.
This more than annoying feeling continued for the rest of the trip. I managed to kill part of it by dancing to music, watching fractals on a plug-in to winamp, looking under my bed, putting glasses on and watching the colour change, walking around in flip-flop sandals and marvelling at how awesome cherry cola tastes.
At about 8.30am I was still pretty damn high but had a beer to relax and actually managed to get to sleep. Awoke 9 hours later.
I know people now would expect a summary where I analyse the meaning of life from a whole new perspective which only an ancient indian shaman could come close to relating to. I really had very little of this. My train of thought was poor and conclusions were never met and this is what I meant about still being confused. What I did learn though is that there is something more to life which I have to explore. This was only really learnt though by wondering in amazement at how intricate the peacocks feather in my room was.
If I was tripping outdoors at say a festival or somewhere where there was no obstruction to letting myself go free I believe this would have been a life-changing experience. Ah... regrets.
