locombiano
Bluelighter
4 nights ago, sunday night, i had my first trip experience.
At about 7:30 pm i headed over to PS's place. We waited for about 20 minutes for S to arrive.
When he arrived, we had our trip. It was a really potent one with the rolling stones symbol on it. Soon as we took the trip, we set the acid clock, (lets us know how long we've been in the trip).
PS had already had a few cones of some good weed. I decided to have one shortly after.
We we're going to go camping tonight and do all our smoking and tripping, but because of the bad wheather we stayed at PS's house, so at about 8-8:30 pm all three of us decided to go for a walk to the local shops to rent a video.
On the walk up PS and S where really starting to trip out. My one hadn't really settled in yet (im a big man!).
The video shop was closed. We walked PS's work, where they were still working. S had a dummy in his mouth and was wearing candy for some reason. I wonder what the workers where thinking when they saw him.
We started to head back to PS's place. We saw a family walking their dog. PS and S stoped dead to stare at them, they started calling them acid family, and acid dog, all this weird stuff, and just pointing at them. Think we scared them a bit.
On the way, PS and S stoped to look at a tree for a good 5 minutes. They were transfixed by it. I still wasn't really feeling the trip.
When we were closer to PS's she took us down into the bush. She showed us this sweet cave with two seats in it, and about a hundred bongs littered all over the floor.
We got back to P.S's home at about 9. I Still wasn't feeling the trip, so i took another, mild one.
At about 9:30 we started on the cones. I was pretty whacked from just 2-3 cones, and then i could tell i was definately starting to trip. I looked in the mirror, my pupils where dancing, getting bigger and smaller. My eyes were huge, and i was starting to see some funny stuff.
I thought my shoe was bleeding for a second, turned out to only be the pattern of the capert. I was wearing some candy bracelets, and it felt like it was a snake, contracting and loosening around my wrist. I could've swore that the poster of Jimmy Hendrix was whispering shit to me. And when i closed my eye, i saw trippy stuff, like the floor in the casino in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
At about 9:30-10:00 PS and S halfed another one of the potent trips.
By about 11-11:30 we were fully feeling the trips, and we'd already smoke bout 10 cones. I dont know, but when i just smoke, i get smashed from 5-6 cones. But on these trips i was on 10 and stopping wasn't even a thought.
All throughtout the night PS played the sickest music ever. She's got like a month's worth of music, non stop. Sweet trance, happy hardcore, house and rap tunes. I reckon listening to music while smoking and tripping is sick. You can really sort of feel the music, and each tune puts you in a different mood. If its charging, happy, relaxed, it makes the sesh sweeter.
Then we started waching episodes of the Simpsons and Futurama. I could not stop laughing, it was some of the funniest stuff. These trips really make you laugh, like non stop. You just laught at anything.
At about 12-12:30 we went upstairs to try and cook some sausages. We were laughing our asses off while trying. Then PS's mum walked in. We had to bite our tongues to stop bursting out in laughter. I started burning the sausages, so we had to microwave them. PS's mum had gone and comeback again. While we were eating we started sniggering, trying to hold it. But we just couldn't, and just burst out laughing at absolutely nothing, infront of her mum. Wonder what crossed her mind.
I can't exactly remember if i did this before or after the sausages, but the 3 of us went outside, with a jug of hot water, and sat in the middle of the road. We put Vic's vapour rub in the hot water, and then we'd put our face over the jug, then we'd take deep breaths. As you inhaled you could feel this eucalyptus air clearing out your whole head. My head felt as if it was just one big chamber. After a while we walked back inside.
We proceeded to smoke more cones and listen to more music. We started playing with one of the 8 balls that you ask questions to. Only problem was that once we shook it and read the answer, we totally forgot the question. This trip turned my mind into a sieve. Remembering what happened 5 minutes ago was like trying to hold water in your cupped hands.
At times, we'd be having a conversation, and then i'd talk. But my voice sort of snapped me out of this kind of trance. We then realised that we we're talking in our minds, cause we'd ask eachother what we were just talking about, and we'd know. It was like telepathy. Sounds like bullshit, i know, but it was some trippy stuff.
Now, Jimmy would keep talking to me. Everytime i looked at him he'd be in a different position and say something different. It was like he was the fourth muskateer in our sesh. He said he was upset cause we didn't offer him a bong. He didn't talk to me for a bit after that.
While looking through PS's music, the letter starting crawling across the screen, like little ants.
PS has a black light in her room, right on top of this etchy painting with some sort of ghost spirit looking thing. It's blank face would glow, you could see the paint flowing a bit arond the canvas. She also had this sweet poster saying stoned, written with lips and tongues sticking out. Then all around the poster where different patterns of the lips and tongues. THis thing would not stop moving, doing weird things with all the lips.
And she had some incense burning all the time. It smelled like my local bong shop. It fully put you in a dreamy, relaxed state of mind.
I felt really free for some reason. I was trippping of my nuts, stoned like I'd never been before, listening to the sickest music, with two of my good buddies. I felt like the three of us were on another level to every one else. I was having so much fun, not giving a shit about anything, just being in my only little world with my friends. Plus, i felt really light, almost floaty, and my body felt like it had electricity running through it. I also got a serious case of twitches. I just couldn't stop twitching.
At times, we'd al just stay silent, not saying anything. Staying quite is just so peaceful sometimes. You can enjoy the music, and just trip out by yourself.
PS's was smiling for so long her face started hurting. S looked like the bad emperor guy from starwars cause he was wearing this hood. I had to keep reminding myself that that emperor looking dude was actually S.
I told PS to download this starwars smoking sound clip. Yoda, Jabba The Hut, The emperor and Darth vader are smoking and start saying all this funny shit, i recommend you d/w it and listen to it when your smashed.
The rest of the night was just a blur. We just smoked more cones, ending up smoking over 20 cones each. I was stoked, broke my record.
We went to bed at about 5 in the morning i think, then woke up at about 10. The acid clock read 14 hours. We were still triping out after 14 hours. Shows you how long trips can last.
I had to go to work at 11am, and go till 9pm. I was dreading work. My mind was so messed up i almost forgot how to walk to get to the bus stop. I couldn't talk that well either. I got to work, and the fish smell (i work in a fish shop) was overwhelming. My senses had seemed to sharpen. Trying to serve the customers was hard. I was really tired, and still triping. I couldn't hear them that well, and when i talked i think i did to fast. They'd just look at me all weird. Some woman said to me, "My son thinks you look fishy"???????? WTF. Where'd that come from. I was starting to get paranoid. It felt like everyone knew i was tripping out.
After work i was feeling better. And i looked normal. If i'd of gone home in the morning my mum would've know straight away i was on sumthing. I looked really, really disorientated.
During the night, we came up with the term, FUCKED OUT. Stupid, but it made me feel smart for how smashed we were.
Overall, quite a hectic experience, but i loved it. I like tripping out. Hope ill trip out more next.
[ 27 December 2002: Message edited by: locombiano ]
At about 7:30 pm i headed over to PS's place. We waited for about 20 minutes for S to arrive.
When he arrived, we had our trip. It was a really potent one with the rolling stones symbol on it. Soon as we took the trip, we set the acid clock, (lets us know how long we've been in the trip).
PS had already had a few cones of some good weed. I decided to have one shortly after.
We we're going to go camping tonight and do all our smoking and tripping, but because of the bad wheather we stayed at PS's house, so at about 8-8:30 pm all three of us decided to go for a walk to the local shops to rent a video.
On the walk up PS and S where really starting to trip out. My one hadn't really settled in yet (im a big man!).
The video shop was closed. We walked PS's work, where they were still working. S had a dummy in his mouth and was wearing candy for some reason. I wonder what the workers where thinking when they saw him.
We started to head back to PS's place. We saw a family walking their dog. PS and S stoped dead to stare at them, they started calling them acid family, and acid dog, all this weird stuff, and just pointing at them. Think we scared them a bit.
On the way, PS and S stoped to look at a tree for a good 5 minutes. They were transfixed by it. I still wasn't really feeling the trip.
When we were closer to PS's she took us down into the bush. She showed us this sweet cave with two seats in it, and about a hundred bongs littered all over the floor.
We got back to P.S's home at about 9. I Still wasn't feeling the trip, so i took another, mild one.
At about 9:30 we started on the cones. I was pretty whacked from just 2-3 cones, and then i could tell i was definately starting to trip. I looked in the mirror, my pupils where dancing, getting bigger and smaller. My eyes were huge, and i was starting to see some funny stuff.
I thought my shoe was bleeding for a second, turned out to only be the pattern of the capert. I was wearing some candy bracelets, and it felt like it was a snake, contracting and loosening around my wrist. I could've swore that the poster of Jimmy Hendrix was whispering shit to me. And when i closed my eye, i saw trippy stuff, like the floor in the casino in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
At about 9:30-10:00 PS and S halfed another one of the potent trips.
By about 11-11:30 we were fully feeling the trips, and we'd already smoke bout 10 cones. I dont know, but when i just smoke, i get smashed from 5-6 cones. But on these trips i was on 10 and stopping wasn't even a thought.
All throughtout the night PS played the sickest music ever. She's got like a month's worth of music, non stop. Sweet trance, happy hardcore, house and rap tunes. I reckon listening to music while smoking and tripping is sick. You can really sort of feel the music, and each tune puts you in a different mood. If its charging, happy, relaxed, it makes the sesh sweeter.
Then we started waching episodes of the Simpsons and Futurama. I could not stop laughing, it was some of the funniest stuff. These trips really make you laugh, like non stop. You just laught at anything.
At about 12-12:30 we went upstairs to try and cook some sausages. We were laughing our asses off while trying. Then PS's mum walked in. We had to bite our tongues to stop bursting out in laughter. I started burning the sausages, so we had to microwave them. PS's mum had gone and comeback again. While we were eating we started sniggering, trying to hold it. But we just couldn't, and just burst out laughing at absolutely nothing, infront of her mum. Wonder what crossed her mind.
I can't exactly remember if i did this before or after the sausages, but the 3 of us went outside, with a jug of hot water, and sat in the middle of the road. We put Vic's vapour rub in the hot water, and then we'd put our face over the jug, then we'd take deep breaths. As you inhaled you could feel this eucalyptus air clearing out your whole head. My head felt as if it was just one big chamber. After a while we walked back inside.
We proceeded to smoke more cones and listen to more music. We started playing with one of the 8 balls that you ask questions to. Only problem was that once we shook it and read the answer, we totally forgot the question. This trip turned my mind into a sieve. Remembering what happened 5 minutes ago was like trying to hold water in your cupped hands.
At times, we'd be having a conversation, and then i'd talk. But my voice sort of snapped me out of this kind of trance. We then realised that we we're talking in our minds, cause we'd ask eachother what we were just talking about, and we'd know. It was like telepathy. Sounds like bullshit, i know, but it was some trippy stuff.
Now, Jimmy would keep talking to me. Everytime i looked at him he'd be in a different position and say something different. It was like he was the fourth muskateer in our sesh. He said he was upset cause we didn't offer him a bong. He didn't talk to me for a bit after that.
While looking through PS's music, the letter starting crawling across the screen, like little ants.
PS has a black light in her room, right on top of this etchy painting with some sort of ghost spirit looking thing. It's blank face would glow, you could see the paint flowing a bit arond the canvas. She also had this sweet poster saying stoned, written with lips and tongues sticking out. Then all around the poster where different patterns of the lips and tongues. THis thing would not stop moving, doing weird things with all the lips.
And she had some incense burning all the time. It smelled like my local bong shop. It fully put you in a dreamy, relaxed state of mind.
I felt really free for some reason. I was trippping of my nuts, stoned like I'd never been before, listening to the sickest music, with two of my good buddies. I felt like the three of us were on another level to every one else. I was having so much fun, not giving a shit about anything, just being in my only little world with my friends. Plus, i felt really light, almost floaty, and my body felt like it had electricity running through it. I also got a serious case of twitches. I just couldn't stop twitching.
At times, we'd al just stay silent, not saying anything. Staying quite is just so peaceful sometimes. You can enjoy the music, and just trip out by yourself.
PS's was smiling for so long her face started hurting. S looked like the bad emperor guy from starwars cause he was wearing this hood. I had to keep reminding myself that that emperor looking dude was actually S.
I told PS to download this starwars smoking sound clip. Yoda, Jabba The Hut, The emperor and Darth vader are smoking and start saying all this funny shit, i recommend you d/w it and listen to it when your smashed.
The rest of the night was just a blur. We just smoked more cones, ending up smoking over 20 cones each. I was stoked, broke my record.
We went to bed at about 5 in the morning i think, then woke up at about 10. The acid clock read 14 hours. We were still triping out after 14 hours. Shows you how long trips can last.
I had to go to work at 11am, and go till 9pm. I was dreading work. My mind was so messed up i almost forgot how to walk to get to the bus stop. I couldn't talk that well either. I got to work, and the fish smell (i work in a fish shop) was overwhelming. My senses had seemed to sharpen. Trying to serve the customers was hard. I was really tired, and still triping. I couldn't hear them that well, and when i talked i think i did to fast. They'd just look at me all weird. Some woman said to me, "My son thinks you look fishy"???????? WTF. Where'd that come from. I was starting to get paranoid. It felt like everyone knew i was tripping out.
After work i was feeling better. And i looked normal. If i'd of gone home in the morning my mum would've know straight away i was on sumthing. I looked really, really disorientated.
During the night, we came up with the term, FUCKED OUT. Stupid, but it made me feel smart for how smashed we were.
Overall, quite a hectic experience, but i loved it. I like tripping out. Hope ill trip out more next.
[ 27 December 2002: Message edited by: locombiano ]
. I found your awe and inexperience to be rather endearing and I'm glad you came away with such a positive attitude. Tripping is freedom. Freedom of mind, freedom from societal supression, from the system, from tedium, from convention, from self-consciousness...god it's such a beautiful thing. 
). Take the good with the bad and contemplate both and you will most likely always take away something meaningful from a trip. You're very welcome locombiano. Out of curiousity, how old are you two?