So me, A(my best friend) and J take two doses of LSD each. We drive out to a place J says is pretty cool and walk into a forest. I lay down and look up and this is where my actual trip starts. In the clouds, there is Buddha's everywhere. I just keep talking about how the sky is a "fat asian dude"
So were in the forest and I remember just walking through the woods. I remember talking almost the entire time, but I have no idea what we were saying now. The most vivid part I remember is just walking and my entire visual field being composed of fractals. I had a bit of anxiety, but I was prepared and I just kept saying "This is the whole point of tripping, its fun" and I managed to calm myself down. When we are walking A keeps saying how it comes in "waves" and its almost too intense to handle.
Whenever I get scared trying a new drug, I always know I can talk to my best friend and she will calm me down. She is like my safety net. All of the sudden A has a seizure. I can't think and I don't know what to do. After what seemed like an eternity I called 911 but realized I couldn't even talk on the phone because I couldn't understand the operator. So J takes the phone and starts talking, and I remember to turn A on her side to stop her from choking on her vomit. After a few minutes, she stands up and looks COMPLETELY fucked up, like so out of it that its not even funny. She starts trying to walk around but is like tweaking out and bending over weird and scaring the complete shit out of me. I try to make her lay down but she won't listen to me so I try to help her. J is nowhere in sight. I look up the trail and see a random kid. I go up to him and just ask him if he can help me because my friend had a seizure and I am on drugs and I don't know what to do.
SO we both manage to help her walk and we finally get to J's car and there is an ambulance there. They start examining her and I am just tripping so hard my thoughts basically consist of single concepts like "police" "bad" "cell phone" At one point I asked the cop a completely retarded question like something about "Does her cellphone have any battery?" They keep asking me questions about her family phone numbers and stuff but I just can[t remember shit I am tripping so hard. They ask us if we have taken any drugs, and we say no. Eventually A admits she has taken some acid. Me and J are sitting in the car and I am so paranoid at this point and he keeps telling me to just deny it no matter what. The cops come to the car and keep asking us if we have taken any drugs and all I do is say "no" and look completely relaxed. I still have no idea how I managed to keep my composure at this point so many thoughts are racing through my head like "police" "evil" and I am so sure that I am going to jail and my life is completely fucked. Eventually J's mom came to get us, A went to the hospital. In the car J's mom asks me a few questions and her voice sounds completely flat and emotionless. J says I can just stay the night, but J's mom sounds hesistant. She asks if I would be comfortable, and I say it is fine, I just need to sleep.
So me and J are in his basement, I am still tripping balls. We just sit there and talk for a while. He tells me that is the hardest he has ever tripped off of two hits.
Now this last part is going to just sound crazy but I swear on my life that I wasn't just tripping, theres no way I hallucinated all this shit continuously and it was still there when I left and I was barely tripping.
First of all, J's parents kept somehow magically appearing in the basement. I was getting so confused, I kept hearing someone behind the wall right behind us and then they would come out of a door. Then they would go back up the the staircase that me and J came down. J kept saying really weird statements like "There's NO WAY they can test for it right" really loudly like he was trying to get someone to hear.
So J goes to bed and I am left alone in the basement. I start watching TV but I just cant focus on it. As i'm flipping through the channels i notice something strange. The television station corresponding with channel numbers keeps changing. And is on multiple channels. For example Disney channel is on channels 34, and 52. I also hearing this weird beeping every few minutes. And then the channels change, now Disney is on 14 and 45. WTF?!?! I think maybe I am just tripping but I test this multiple times. I also notice that the remote feels weird, and when I shake it it feels like there is something inside it.
There is also a bunch of tape, like the remote has been taped shut and then opened lots and lots of times. Kind of like there is a tape recorder in the remote.
I look around the room. There are all these weird pieces of paper placed in random positions. There are also lots of pieces of paper taped shut, and weird things people wouldn't leave out like passwords and usernames, drivers licenses.
At this point I conclude that I am in the house of a paranoid schizophrenic, or something similar.
I decide to look in the door that his parents kept coming out of. There is an empty chamber right behind where me and J were sitting with a single chair and a staircase leading upstairs.
I start thinking "Okay there is no way all this stuff is happening and the things I am seeing are consistent with someone who is completely paranoid" and realize maybe I am schizophrenic and hallucinating all this shit.
I pick up the phone to call my boyfriend because I need to talk to someone and I am starting to get scared that I'm crazy. I dial his number and hear the dial tine, but it is completely off. The distance between rings is too short, and the operators ladies voice sounds off. Also, its not even the right voicemail, I know my boyfriends voicemail by heart. So I keep calling but the same thing happens. I press the flash button and dial his number, and the call goes through, and the dial tone sounds right. He answers his phone and we start to talk. Suddenly I hear a noise like someone picking up the phone, and a door creaking. I just ignore it and talk to him about how I am scared that maybe I am going crazy but I don't wanna tell him about all the stuff in the house because I feel like someone is listening to the phone call. So me and my boyfriend talk all night and eventually it becomes morning and J's mom takes me home.
I know that all the stuff in the house sounds crazy, and its entirely possible that I was suffering a schizophrenic break or something, but I don't know, it just doesn't seem likely. I didn't feel scared like someone was out to get me or like i was in danger or anything, I just found all the stuff really weird. If anything I was scared that I was going crazy, which is the last thing on the mind of someone who is actually going crazy.
Anyways, I've tried tripping since then and my trips just seem to be getting worse and worse. I haven't even gotten close to tripping as hard as I did that day and my last trip was really bad I "realized I was God" and then I convinced myself that I was schizophrenic and I've had some pretty bad anxiety since then. I have random panic attacks where I am afraid that I am slowly becoming schizophrenic.
Do you think I will ever be able to trip again and have a good time? It seems like the first time I tripped was a lot more fun before my friend had a seizure, ever since then my trips haven't been the same.
So were in the forest and I remember just walking through the woods. I remember talking almost the entire time, but I have no idea what we were saying now. The most vivid part I remember is just walking and my entire visual field being composed of fractals. I had a bit of anxiety, but I was prepared and I just kept saying "This is the whole point of tripping, its fun" and I managed to calm myself down. When we are walking A keeps saying how it comes in "waves" and its almost too intense to handle.
Whenever I get scared trying a new drug, I always know I can talk to my best friend and she will calm me down. She is like my safety net. All of the sudden A has a seizure. I can't think and I don't know what to do. After what seemed like an eternity I called 911 but realized I couldn't even talk on the phone because I couldn't understand the operator. So J takes the phone and starts talking, and I remember to turn A on her side to stop her from choking on her vomit. After a few minutes, she stands up and looks COMPLETELY fucked up, like so out of it that its not even funny. She starts trying to walk around but is like tweaking out and bending over weird and scaring the complete shit out of me. I try to make her lay down but she won't listen to me so I try to help her. J is nowhere in sight. I look up the trail and see a random kid. I go up to him and just ask him if he can help me because my friend had a seizure and I am on drugs and I don't know what to do.
SO we both manage to help her walk and we finally get to J's car and there is an ambulance there. They start examining her and I am just tripping so hard my thoughts basically consist of single concepts like "police" "bad" "cell phone" At one point I asked the cop a completely retarded question like something about "Does her cellphone have any battery?" They keep asking me questions about her family phone numbers and stuff but I just can[t remember shit I am tripping so hard. They ask us if we have taken any drugs, and we say no. Eventually A admits she has taken some acid. Me and J are sitting in the car and I am so paranoid at this point and he keeps telling me to just deny it no matter what. The cops come to the car and keep asking us if we have taken any drugs and all I do is say "no" and look completely relaxed. I still have no idea how I managed to keep my composure at this point so many thoughts are racing through my head like "police" "evil" and I am so sure that I am going to jail and my life is completely fucked. Eventually J's mom came to get us, A went to the hospital. In the car J's mom asks me a few questions and her voice sounds completely flat and emotionless. J says I can just stay the night, but J's mom sounds hesistant. She asks if I would be comfortable, and I say it is fine, I just need to sleep.
So me and J are in his basement, I am still tripping balls. We just sit there and talk for a while. He tells me that is the hardest he has ever tripped off of two hits.
Now this last part is going to just sound crazy but I swear on my life that I wasn't just tripping, theres no way I hallucinated all this shit continuously and it was still there when I left and I was barely tripping.
First of all, J's parents kept somehow magically appearing in the basement. I was getting so confused, I kept hearing someone behind the wall right behind us and then they would come out of a door. Then they would go back up the the staircase that me and J came down. J kept saying really weird statements like "There's NO WAY they can test for it right" really loudly like he was trying to get someone to hear.
So J goes to bed and I am left alone in the basement. I start watching TV but I just cant focus on it. As i'm flipping through the channels i notice something strange. The television station corresponding with channel numbers keeps changing. And is on multiple channels. For example Disney channel is on channels 34, and 52. I also hearing this weird beeping every few minutes. And then the channels change, now Disney is on 14 and 45. WTF?!?! I think maybe I am just tripping but I test this multiple times. I also notice that the remote feels weird, and when I shake it it feels like there is something inside it.
There is also a bunch of tape, like the remote has been taped shut and then opened lots and lots of times. Kind of like there is a tape recorder in the remote.
I look around the room. There are all these weird pieces of paper placed in random positions. There are also lots of pieces of paper taped shut, and weird things people wouldn't leave out like passwords and usernames, drivers licenses.
At this point I conclude that I am in the house of a paranoid schizophrenic, or something similar.
I decide to look in the door that his parents kept coming out of. There is an empty chamber right behind where me and J were sitting with a single chair and a staircase leading upstairs.
I start thinking "Okay there is no way all this stuff is happening and the things I am seeing are consistent with someone who is completely paranoid" and realize maybe I am schizophrenic and hallucinating all this shit.
I pick up the phone to call my boyfriend because I need to talk to someone and I am starting to get scared that I'm crazy. I dial his number and hear the dial tine, but it is completely off. The distance between rings is too short, and the operators ladies voice sounds off. Also, its not even the right voicemail, I know my boyfriends voicemail by heart. So I keep calling but the same thing happens. I press the flash button and dial his number, and the call goes through, and the dial tone sounds right. He answers his phone and we start to talk. Suddenly I hear a noise like someone picking up the phone, and a door creaking. I just ignore it and talk to him about how I am scared that maybe I am going crazy but I don't wanna tell him about all the stuff in the house because I feel like someone is listening to the phone call. So me and my boyfriend talk all night and eventually it becomes morning and J's mom takes me home.
I know that all the stuff in the house sounds crazy, and its entirely possible that I was suffering a schizophrenic break or something, but I don't know, it just doesn't seem likely. I didn't feel scared like someone was out to get me or like i was in danger or anything, I just found all the stuff really weird. If anything I was scared that I was going crazy, which is the last thing on the mind of someone who is actually going crazy.
Anyways, I've tried tripping since then and my trips just seem to be getting worse and worse. I haven't even gotten close to tripping as hard as I did that day and my last trip was really bad I "realized I was God" and then I convinced myself that I was schizophrenic and I've had some pretty bad anxiety since then. I have random panic attacks where I am afraid that I am slowly becoming schizophrenic.
Do you think I will ever be able to trip again and have a good time? It seems like the first time I tripped was a lot more fun before my friend had a seizure, ever since then my trips haven't been the same.
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