Suntoucher
Bluelighter
My friend and I had planned to take LSD while my folks were out of town. It was purchased the day before. When he arrived, around 945pm, we went and watched a bit of TV in my den. I was pretty relaxed, I wasn't anxious about taking LSD, nor excited, I'd found with other drugs, that the more you just let it happen, the better the experience was. He suggested we start taking the blotters around 1045, and, seeing as he had had LSD twice before, I agreed, and we took 1.5 each.
My friend told me that this perticular acid was fairly weak, and would take a while to kick in, so, we continued to watch TV, sucking away on our little pieces of cardboard.
Soon after (maybe half an hour), my friend got a call from his girlfriend, but, seeing as my house is somewhat isolated, he had trouble getting reception on his cellphone. He asked to use my landline, and that was fine. As he talked, I waited on the couch, but started to notice some strange things. First of all, I had a tremendous rush of energy, standing still and not talking was near impossible. I walked around the lounge/kitchen as my friend chatted on the phone. I picked up brightly coloured things. Parsley sitting in a jar was ludicrously green, mandarins on the table were brilliant orange. I tried comparing the colours, and noticed amazing contrasts, I started laughing at it all, and continued to walk around. I picked up my small dog and began to have a discussion with it. Like, I knew it couldn't talk, but I was getting impressions from it. I was trying to convince it to stay in the house.
My friend noticed I was beginning to act differently, and he seemed pretty amused. When he'd finished his phone call (no doubt to my loudness and hyperactivity) we went back into the den.
The den had a different aura about it. It was much brighter, the light was dazzling. We turned off the television and turned on some music. My Grandmother then arrived home, and I tried my best to appear straight, but everything she said seemed to have an amazing irony to it, and everything she said seemed to concentrate on small details, I almost burst out laughing several times.
By now it was around midnight, and we took another blotter each, I found it hard to keep still in my mouth, and chewed and moved it around a lot. Now, things started to really kick in. The first thing I noticed was how if I moved my leg on the couch, it would "feel" completely different. As if, my movement changed the room entirely, it was a different reality altogether. This became more and more pronounced. Nothing seemed seperate, no object had a relationship with another object, rather, all the room was one, and any change changed the rooms "sense" entirely.
I began trying to explain the physics of this in regards to thought and reality, and my friend also offered his insights to it, and the acid seemed to be affecting him too. He rocked back and forth, and as I looked at him, I saw the matter almost drain out of his body, he lost kilos in seconds. Then I saw how his legs were stiff, his jaw locked, and his eyes almost demonic. I said in a rather offhand observation that he looked psychotic, but unlike in a normal state, it wasn't a bad thing, more an inevidable thing.
Around one, I had my first taste of LSD by myself, albeit for just a few seconds, as my friend went to the toilet. I'd grabbed a video off the self, and had begun biting it, then opened it up and held the video, and the case in each hand, holding them too my chest so they wouldn't fall out. I kept making a strange sound (this happened all through the night, but especially when alone), something like a cat's meow. I also stuttered a lot, especially early in the trip. I put this down to my thoughts literally "collapsing". Imagine your mind is a matrix, and the thoughts a collection of numbers, and the numbers being pulled down the the top and bottom of the matrix as though by gravity and crashing against the walls. I'd start "meowing" halfway through sentences. Other times I'd get stuck on a word, and become incapable of finishing a sentence, it was like I was a computer with a syntax error.
Around 2am, the trip became ESPECIALLY intense. Realities would come and go in around 90 seconds-4 minutes. I'd be laughing hysterically in one moment, then find the comment not funny at all the next. This was due to the entire context of the room, the reality of it, changing in a very short space of time. It became impossible to have a continous stream of thought. I heard buzzing sounds, I heard people walk through the door and speak godlike things to me, I thought the door was constantly open with a safari sunrise coming through. Other times my eyes felt like they were bending, the CD's seemed to ooze death, the television seemed to lower itself, my friend seemed to have a hole in his head, and MANY, MANY more realities with certain focuses on them. Some seemed a lot like normal, others were extremely bizarre. At one stage, I thought my friend had dissapeared, and when I went through the house looking for him, I set ridiculous guidelines for each room to prove he'd dissapeared (if the kitchen is glowing red, then he's gone). And EVERY room filled the conditions. Needless to say when my friend walked out of the bathroom I was quite relieved!
This all lasted until about 5am. It was very difficult to move around, walking to the stereo was a huge effort. Around five, the Sun began to rise, and it felt really bad. I needed to change various aspects of the room (turn the light off, unfold the couch into a bed, clean up the CD's, change the music, get a blanket) etc. This was in order to make the room feel like a "day room" instead of a "night room". I walked out of the den, and the rest of the house looked so pristeen, beams of light were coming through the window, a light wind breezed through, it was like heaven. When I returned to the den, it looked so much darker, almost filthy, but at the same time, more like home.
From five until about 11am, it was more reflective, and more like normal reality. I could still set ridiculous contexts, and they'd exist, but "realities" lasted longer, maybe for 20-30 minutes at a time. We watched Fight Club, and I talked about the weird things in the film about reality and what not, constantly, and saw aspects of the film that seemed non-existant normally. My friend went home at midday, and I went to sleep around the same time, for eight hours, woke up for four, then went back to sleep for another ten. I lost four kilos overnight I thought so much!
To describe my experience, I guess the best way would be, pretend you've landed here from no-where, not knowing what anything does, or why it's there, and with no continuity. Invent contexts for everything. Repeat every four minutes or so for three hours,
. It also combined your senses into an "overall" sense, that was very powerful, and incited fits of bliss and terror at varying times.
I would probably repeat the experience, as it allowed for intense emotion and seemingly "outer worldly" thinking. It was like a completely different way of thinking and interpreting reality. Kind of like the difference between prose (normal thinking) and poetry (lsd thinking)
My friend told me that this perticular acid was fairly weak, and would take a while to kick in, so, we continued to watch TV, sucking away on our little pieces of cardboard.
Soon after (maybe half an hour), my friend got a call from his girlfriend, but, seeing as my house is somewhat isolated, he had trouble getting reception on his cellphone. He asked to use my landline, and that was fine. As he talked, I waited on the couch, but started to notice some strange things. First of all, I had a tremendous rush of energy, standing still and not talking was near impossible. I walked around the lounge/kitchen as my friend chatted on the phone. I picked up brightly coloured things. Parsley sitting in a jar was ludicrously green, mandarins on the table were brilliant orange. I tried comparing the colours, and noticed amazing contrasts, I started laughing at it all, and continued to walk around. I picked up my small dog and began to have a discussion with it. Like, I knew it couldn't talk, but I was getting impressions from it. I was trying to convince it to stay in the house.
My friend noticed I was beginning to act differently, and he seemed pretty amused. When he'd finished his phone call (no doubt to my loudness and hyperactivity) we went back into the den.
The den had a different aura about it. It was much brighter, the light was dazzling. We turned off the television and turned on some music. My Grandmother then arrived home, and I tried my best to appear straight, but everything she said seemed to have an amazing irony to it, and everything she said seemed to concentrate on small details, I almost burst out laughing several times.
By now it was around midnight, and we took another blotter each, I found it hard to keep still in my mouth, and chewed and moved it around a lot. Now, things started to really kick in. The first thing I noticed was how if I moved my leg on the couch, it would "feel" completely different. As if, my movement changed the room entirely, it was a different reality altogether. This became more and more pronounced. Nothing seemed seperate, no object had a relationship with another object, rather, all the room was one, and any change changed the rooms "sense" entirely.
I began trying to explain the physics of this in regards to thought and reality, and my friend also offered his insights to it, and the acid seemed to be affecting him too. He rocked back and forth, and as I looked at him, I saw the matter almost drain out of his body, he lost kilos in seconds. Then I saw how his legs were stiff, his jaw locked, and his eyes almost demonic. I said in a rather offhand observation that he looked psychotic, but unlike in a normal state, it wasn't a bad thing, more an inevidable thing.
Around one, I had my first taste of LSD by myself, albeit for just a few seconds, as my friend went to the toilet. I'd grabbed a video off the self, and had begun biting it, then opened it up and held the video, and the case in each hand, holding them too my chest so they wouldn't fall out. I kept making a strange sound (this happened all through the night, but especially when alone), something like a cat's meow. I also stuttered a lot, especially early in the trip. I put this down to my thoughts literally "collapsing". Imagine your mind is a matrix, and the thoughts a collection of numbers, and the numbers being pulled down the the top and bottom of the matrix as though by gravity and crashing against the walls. I'd start "meowing" halfway through sentences. Other times I'd get stuck on a word, and become incapable of finishing a sentence, it was like I was a computer with a syntax error.
Around 2am, the trip became ESPECIALLY intense. Realities would come and go in around 90 seconds-4 minutes. I'd be laughing hysterically in one moment, then find the comment not funny at all the next. This was due to the entire context of the room, the reality of it, changing in a very short space of time. It became impossible to have a continous stream of thought. I heard buzzing sounds, I heard people walk through the door and speak godlike things to me, I thought the door was constantly open with a safari sunrise coming through. Other times my eyes felt like they were bending, the CD's seemed to ooze death, the television seemed to lower itself, my friend seemed to have a hole in his head, and MANY, MANY more realities with certain focuses on them. Some seemed a lot like normal, others were extremely bizarre. At one stage, I thought my friend had dissapeared, and when I went through the house looking for him, I set ridiculous guidelines for each room to prove he'd dissapeared (if the kitchen is glowing red, then he's gone). And EVERY room filled the conditions. Needless to say when my friend walked out of the bathroom I was quite relieved!
This all lasted until about 5am. It was very difficult to move around, walking to the stereo was a huge effort. Around five, the Sun began to rise, and it felt really bad. I needed to change various aspects of the room (turn the light off, unfold the couch into a bed, clean up the CD's, change the music, get a blanket) etc. This was in order to make the room feel like a "day room" instead of a "night room". I walked out of the den, and the rest of the house looked so pristeen, beams of light were coming through the window, a light wind breezed through, it was like heaven. When I returned to the den, it looked so much darker, almost filthy, but at the same time, more like home.
From five until about 11am, it was more reflective, and more like normal reality. I could still set ridiculous contexts, and they'd exist, but "realities" lasted longer, maybe for 20-30 minutes at a time. We watched Fight Club, and I talked about the weird things in the film about reality and what not, constantly, and saw aspects of the film that seemed non-existant normally. My friend went home at midday, and I went to sleep around the same time, for eight hours, woke up for four, then went back to sleep for another ten. I lost four kilos overnight I thought so much!
To describe my experience, I guess the best way would be, pretend you've landed here from no-where, not knowing what anything does, or why it's there, and with no continuity. Invent contexts for everything. Repeat every four minutes or so for three hours,
. It also combined your senses into an "overall" sense, that was very powerful, and incited fits of bliss and terror at varying times.I would probably repeat the experience, as it allowed for intense emotion and seemingly "outer worldly" thinking. It was like a completely different way of thinking and interpreting reality. Kind of like the difference between prose (normal thinking) and poetry (lsd thinking)
