Heh, I don't know why I'm posting this, probably because I'm still trying to make sense of everything that happened last night. It was a little weird, but not that that weird, meaning I enjoyed it. Also, before I decided to trip, I wanted to read a few first time reports and found them interesting, so I might as well contribute. This is really long, I know, but it was my first time to trip so it was a very different experience. It feels like I had to type a lot to make sense of it.
Anyway, this was my first time to trip on anything. I've never even tripped on shrooms. I'm not familiar with acid, this is the first time I've ever seen it since back in the 90s when I was too young to even think about taking some. This being said, if this doesn't sound like acid, then tell me that its a research chemical. I would like to know. The guy I got it from said that he was positive it was acid, and even laughed when I mentioned research chemicals like he knew what I was talking about, but like I said, I am not familiar with acid so I am not sure, I guess.
Also, I paid out of the ass for them (not out of the ass, just high for what I hear acid usually going for 5 bucks on the board). So did the few people with me. I see a lot of drugs (or I used to), but acid is something that i've never really seen in the past few years. And I don't mind when these young dudes try to tax sometimes. They are just trying to come up.
Well, anyway, I go pick the shit up, and its some small ass gel squares. Like really small, and a transparent yellow color. I had a job interview the next day so I was going to save them for the weekend. However, a few people with me wnated to trip that night, since they have work later, and I was so anxious that I decided to call in sick for the interview. Its not really a big deal. The interview was chosen on my time anyway, and i don't even know if I want the job. I just graduated from college, so I'm new to the job scene.
Well anyway, we hear that it lasts about 6 hours and takes about an 30 mins to come up. I also heard they weren't that strong so two would be good. Since I've never tripped, I thought I should only eat one. I eat one at about 7:30 and at about 8:15 I definately feel something. I dont' see anything, or anything like that, but I can feel myself coming up on something. Were all in an excellent mood, so we decide to drop another since we were advised to eat two anyway. Heh, we are hanging out in a shed with black lights and florescent paintings everywhere. There are three of us at this time, and my friend and I begin to pick on one of the other people, saying that he looks like damien from the omen. Which he did. But it was all funny.
At about 9 i start to definately feel it. I couldn't grasp onto a lot of things going on. People were joking with each other, and it seemed like they were hurting each others feelings and it seemed like they were joking again. I kept seeing one person look at me, and I thought he wanted a hit maybe, but he didn't wnat to ask. I wasn't selling the things, I just had a few extra for my friends, since I knew that they might not see the shit around for years either. Anyway, I felt out of place, but I remembered a friend telling me months back that he seems to always have bad trips on shrooms. He explained to me that you can get the feeling that people are plotting on your or staring at you, but its just you tripping. So I recognized this, but even though I knew it, it was still hard to cope with. I just didn't know how to experience a trip. I've never tripped before. I knew that if I felt really uncomfortable, I would just leave. Time seemed to be going by really slowly here, probably because I was so uncomfortable. It was managable though.
Anyway, by 930 the visuals are getting pretty intense. I wasn't seeing things coming out of the ground or anything, but I would keep thinking that cars were going to be passing on the road because the lights would dim and then brighten (we were outside at this point). The trees and surroundings definately felt like they were moving as well. I needed a minute to regroup. I went inside the house to use the restroom and it was definately hard to find the restroom. There were freaking doors everywhere. Keep in mind that this is the first time that I've ever been in this house and I was just told where to go from someone outside. I rathered it this way anyway, I needed to regroup.
So I go to the bathroom and I am definately seeing visuals. The whole damn room is shaking. I look at the shampoo bottle and its green, while the shower wall is white, and the wall looks green with the bottle kind of, but then white. I don't know but I can definately see things moving. Its weird, but not really bad.
I go back outside, and I start talking with the people there. By this time there are 8 of us (4 tripping). I still feel uncomfortable, and I feel like I'm tripping balls, but I don't want to say anything; I figure maybe I'm just overreacting. We bullshit and everynow and then we branch off and I see myself talking with one or two of the people. This makes it a lot better. Anyway, another dude comes over and he chills with us for a while and needs a ride back home. I tell him in about 20 mins we'll bring him back (someone who isn't tripping will drive).
I'm finally starting to ride this damn thing, and I'm feeling comfortable. 6 of us are in the shed. We're all laughing and I'm really having a good time. I remember back when I was miserable, and I'm glad that I got over that part. I also realize that I'm sweating a lot, but I dont' know if I'm just tripping or if I'm really sweating so I don't say anything, but then I do, and we all laugh about it. Right when I start having fun and riding the trip (finally), one of the other guys tripping comes in the shed and looks around, and says "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm tripping fucking balls." This lightens the mood tremendously. I realize that he's feeling like me. Also, this dude, like me has never tripped on anything before. He said that he was outside talking with his friend, and she was leaving (she wasn't tripping) and he was hoping she would hurry because he kept seeing shit and he was tripping hard. This made everyone laugh. He also said that he realizes why the hippies were going in circles in the 60s. It was because they would see shit in the corner of their eye and they were trying to catch it. Heh.
Anyway, by this time, its time to bring the guy who showed up later home. I was going to drive, but I realized that the road was moving so I decided to let someone else drive. I really thought that I could drive, although I didn't want to and actually asked someone else to drive, but everyone else seemed to be dead set on not allowing me to drive. It would be dangerous they said. (more on this later). My friend's girlfriend ended up driving (she wasn't tripping). She and her boyfriend (my friend) and myself hopped into my car and left with the other dude to go bring him home. The trip was intense and the road was moving and everything looked weird. For instance, the road was definately waving, and straightaways that were not very far seemed like they were really really far. It didn't matter though, I was having a good time, and I wasn't really concerned with the visuals. The atmosphere was just fun. We were laughing at everything and just having a good time.
Anyway, after we get back to the "shed" we chill out for a bit and decide that we have to leave. Actually, we thought that the guy who's house it was (he wasn't tripping) was kicking us out, but later in the night we thought back and decided that he wasn't and that we were just tripping.
We decide to go back to one of my friends house. There were two vehicles and 5 people at this time. 4 were tripping and one was not (she was one of the guy's girlfriend). Myself and another guy end up driving. By this time, they think that driving is not a bad idea at all. I thought this was odd since a few minutes earlier it was a horrible idea for me to drive, but whatever.
We drive to my friends house, which is about a mile up the road. This is a country ass back road with no traffic, but I was still driving about 15 miles an hour. The two people with me were fucking with me, but it didn't bother me really. I realize that if this was a few hours ago, it would have made me miserable, but I was finally enjoying the trip. I notice that my friend driving the other vehicle is way ahead of me, I think that I could be imagining it though, as the road is moving and I'm tripping pretty hard.
We make it to my friends house, and the guy driving the other vehicle doesn't get out of the truck yet. The rest of us are chilling on a trampoline, talking, and looking at the stars (it was a clear and nice night) and trees. My friend in the truck ate his tab after all of us, and his last one at about 11 or so, so I'm thinking that he's starting to trip hard now. I think to myself that I was feeling miserable for a little while, and I'm confident that he'll get over it like I did (he's tripped before though).
We don't stay here long, and we decide to go to another spot, down a gravel road, pretty much across the street from where we are. I realize that this is safe enough. By this time, its just me and another guy in my car and one of my other friends jumped in the other vehicle. I noticed throughout the night that once we started talking and got comfortable, we seemed to get stuck. For instance, we would go outside to grab something out of a car, and we would end up talking for an hour or so by the car. In this instance my friend started talking with my other friend who was starting to trip hard, and ended up staying in his vehicle. Oh well.
We go to the spot, but they leave us. I'm idling and don't feel the need to push the accelerator. I've been down this road a million times before and this felt like my first. The trees and bushes looked blue to me, which is weird because my friend said the same thing. Actually, most of the really weird visuals we had, everyone seemed to experience the exact same thing, even if no one said anything about it until later.
Once we get there, we decide to leave instantly, and go bring my friends girlfriend back. When we leave, my friend driving in front of me, it looks as if, I swear to god, cop lights came off of his truck for an instant. Like blue flashing lights. I saw this and decided to say nothing, but my friend with me didnt' feel the same urge to be silent. Once again, it was weird that we saw the same thing...
Anyway, I take back gravel roads the whole way and pretty much idle, enjoying the scene and talking about how hungry I am. It's probably 1am and I'm starving. We all are. I keep in touch with the people in the other vehicle because we are laughing and talking on a cell phone. They ask why I'm driving so slow and I tell them teh damn road is moving. They laugh and ask if I'm alright. They asked me this a few times throughout the night, as I'm sure we all asked each other it, just in passing, not really for concern that something bad was happening. However, I noticed that it seems to make things worse, or at least there is potential. When you ask me if I'm ok, it makes it seem like I'm not, and that could get really scary. By this time, I'm riding the trip and I'm in control enough for this not to bother me, but earlier it would have, and it did.
When we get to my friends girlfriends house, I stop before I go in the drive way. I don't know if they arrived yet, since they left us. I decide to call them and ask, and they are laughing asking what the hell am I doing. They are in the driveway waiting. Well, it's about a quarter of a mile long and dark, and I wasn't sure if I was just seeing shit... Anyway, I'm starving.
We drop off my friends girlfriend and one of my friend tells me that he's not tripping anymore and asks me for another hit. I tell him no, I only had a couple left and it would be stupid for him eat one at 130 am anyway, especially when no one else was. He began being aggressive a little (not in a I want to fight you way, but in a "come on man, I'm not even feeling it; this sucks" way -- if that makes sense haha). I knew he was tripping and besides I only had a couple left and I kind of enjoyed the night and wanted to save them for later. I want to candyflip. I told him no, but he insisted. I sort of got the feeling like he thought that I would "have to" give him one, because I am a drug dealer and this is what I do (that is sell my drugs).
Well, I don't sell drugs, and haven't sold drugs, and if I had sold drugs, then I would have stopped selling drugs months earlier anyway because partly of him and myself talking one night while rolling. Anyway, I felt like he saw me as a "drug dealer" still, and I'm not. I told him he was tripping anyway, and he was still feeling something, he just didn't know it.
Well, by this time there are just the original 4 of us. The two guys in the truck (the one mentioned in the paragraph earlier was in the truck) leave to go to the store to get something to eat. I definately do not feel like riding or driving to the store. I'm tripping pretty hard and I realize that its' probably dangerous. I don't worry about them wrecking or anything, I just know that I don't want to leave town. I sure as hell don't want to drive.
So me and my other friend go back to his house. Its about 130am and I'm definately still tripping. I don't know what I want to do with myself. I know that I'm hungry and I don't want to stay out late, but I want to hang out with my friends. I make the decision to drop off my friend at his house then go home and get something to eat. I go home, thinking that i'm going to stay there. I grab something out of the fridge. It was a sandwich, and it wasn't that good, but it stopped the hunger. Honestly, I don't know if I was hungry or if I was just tripping. Heh.
After I eat, I try to be quiet because my mom and dad are sleeping. I talk to my brother for a second, and my sister, and then decide that I should go back to my friends house. I'm still tripping hard. Its 2am.
I go back, and a few minutes later the other friends arrive too. We all feel tired, but we are all still tripping. One of my friends points out to me a van gogh painting on his wall and how its moving and waving. I'm way past that though. Seeing things wave and move is the norm. I would only be amazed if I saw something jump out at me or appear out of no where. The room already looked wavy, and I kept thinking the door was opening. We talk for a few minutes and then we all decide to go home. It's about 230 and we are all tripping, but its late and there is nothing else to do. And anyway, I hate staying out until daylight when I live with my parents. Even though i pay my own bills, I don't have a job (yet), so when I stay out really late, I feel like a bum.
Anyway, I go home and lay in my bed and think back on the night. I noticed that when I started thinking about something, it was like I would dream it. It's hard for me to describe, but I know I would get lost in thought and when I would open my eyes I would realize that I was back in my bed. I was still tripping pretty hard.
I tripped until about 6am and then slept until about 10am. I feel sort of weird today, I think I'm just recollecting on what happened last night. I'm glad I rode the trip out until I got comfortable. I definately had a good time.
I would also like to mention that at the beginning of the trip, I thought that it was a little like rolling. It definately was not. It was very visual and just competely different.
Anyway, the trip lasted about 9 hours and took about an hour to come up good. This sounds like acid to me, but like I said, first time, not an expert.
Anyway, this was my first time to trip on anything. I've never even tripped on shrooms. I'm not familiar with acid, this is the first time I've ever seen it since back in the 90s when I was too young to even think about taking some. This being said, if this doesn't sound like acid, then tell me that its a research chemical. I would like to know. The guy I got it from said that he was positive it was acid, and even laughed when I mentioned research chemicals like he knew what I was talking about, but like I said, I am not familiar with acid so I am not sure, I guess.
Also, I paid out of the ass for them (not out of the ass, just high for what I hear acid usually going for 5 bucks on the board). So did the few people with me. I see a lot of drugs (or I used to), but acid is something that i've never really seen in the past few years. And I don't mind when these young dudes try to tax sometimes. They are just trying to come up.
Well, anyway, I go pick the shit up, and its some small ass gel squares. Like really small, and a transparent yellow color. I had a job interview the next day so I was going to save them for the weekend. However, a few people with me wnated to trip that night, since they have work later, and I was so anxious that I decided to call in sick for the interview. Its not really a big deal. The interview was chosen on my time anyway, and i don't even know if I want the job. I just graduated from college, so I'm new to the job scene.
Well anyway, we hear that it lasts about 6 hours and takes about an 30 mins to come up. I also heard they weren't that strong so two would be good. Since I've never tripped, I thought I should only eat one. I eat one at about 7:30 and at about 8:15 I definately feel something. I dont' see anything, or anything like that, but I can feel myself coming up on something. Were all in an excellent mood, so we decide to drop another since we were advised to eat two anyway. Heh, we are hanging out in a shed with black lights and florescent paintings everywhere. There are three of us at this time, and my friend and I begin to pick on one of the other people, saying that he looks like damien from the omen. Which he did. But it was all funny.
At about 9 i start to definately feel it. I couldn't grasp onto a lot of things going on. People were joking with each other, and it seemed like they were hurting each others feelings and it seemed like they were joking again. I kept seeing one person look at me, and I thought he wanted a hit maybe, but he didn't wnat to ask. I wasn't selling the things, I just had a few extra for my friends, since I knew that they might not see the shit around for years either. Anyway, I felt out of place, but I remembered a friend telling me months back that he seems to always have bad trips on shrooms. He explained to me that you can get the feeling that people are plotting on your or staring at you, but its just you tripping. So I recognized this, but even though I knew it, it was still hard to cope with. I just didn't know how to experience a trip. I've never tripped before. I knew that if I felt really uncomfortable, I would just leave. Time seemed to be going by really slowly here, probably because I was so uncomfortable. It was managable though.
Anyway, by 930 the visuals are getting pretty intense. I wasn't seeing things coming out of the ground or anything, but I would keep thinking that cars were going to be passing on the road because the lights would dim and then brighten (we were outside at this point). The trees and surroundings definately felt like they were moving as well. I needed a minute to regroup. I went inside the house to use the restroom and it was definately hard to find the restroom. There were freaking doors everywhere. Keep in mind that this is the first time that I've ever been in this house and I was just told where to go from someone outside. I rathered it this way anyway, I needed to regroup.
So I go to the bathroom and I am definately seeing visuals. The whole damn room is shaking. I look at the shampoo bottle and its green, while the shower wall is white, and the wall looks green with the bottle kind of, but then white. I don't know but I can definately see things moving. Its weird, but not really bad.
I go back outside, and I start talking with the people there. By this time there are 8 of us (4 tripping). I still feel uncomfortable, and I feel like I'm tripping balls, but I don't want to say anything; I figure maybe I'm just overreacting. We bullshit and everynow and then we branch off and I see myself talking with one or two of the people. This makes it a lot better. Anyway, another dude comes over and he chills with us for a while and needs a ride back home. I tell him in about 20 mins we'll bring him back (someone who isn't tripping will drive).
I'm finally starting to ride this damn thing, and I'm feeling comfortable. 6 of us are in the shed. We're all laughing and I'm really having a good time. I remember back when I was miserable, and I'm glad that I got over that part. I also realize that I'm sweating a lot, but I dont' know if I'm just tripping or if I'm really sweating so I don't say anything, but then I do, and we all laugh about it. Right when I start having fun and riding the trip (finally), one of the other guys tripping comes in the shed and looks around, and says "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm tripping fucking balls." This lightens the mood tremendously. I realize that he's feeling like me. Also, this dude, like me has never tripped on anything before. He said that he was outside talking with his friend, and she was leaving (she wasn't tripping) and he was hoping she would hurry because he kept seeing shit and he was tripping hard. This made everyone laugh. He also said that he realizes why the hippies were going in circles in the 60s. It was because they would see shit in the corner of their eye and they were trying to catch it. Heh.
Anyway, by this time, its time to bring the guy who showed up later home. I was going to drive, but I realized that the road was moving so I decided to let someone else drive. I really thought that I could drive, although I didn't want to and actually asked someone else to drive, but everyone else seemed to be dead set on not allowing me to drive. It would be dangerous they said. (more on this later). My friend's girlfriend ended up driving (she wasn't tripping). She and her boyfriend (my friend) and myself hopped into my car and left with the other dude to go bring him home. The trip was intense and the road was moving and everything looked weird. For instance, the road was definately waving, and straightaways that were not very far seemed like they were really really far. It didn't matter though, I was having a good time, and I wasn't really concerned with the visuals. The atmosphere was just fun. We were laughing at everything and just having a good time.
Anyway, after we get back to the "shed" we chill out for a bit and decide that we have to leave. Actually, we thought that the guy who's house it was (he wasn't tripping) was kicking us out, but later in the night we thought back and decided that he wasn't and that we were just tripping.
We decide to go back to one of my friends house. There were two vehicles and 5 people at this time. 4 were tripping and one was not (she was one of the guy's girlfriend). Myself and another guy end up driving. By this time, they think that driving is not a bad idea at all. I thought this was odd since a few minutes earlier it was a horrible idea for me to drive, but whatever.
We drive to my friends house, which is about a mile up the road. This is a country ass back road with no traffic, but I was still driving about 15 miles an hour. The two people with me were fucking with me, but it didn't bother me really. I realize that if this was a few hours ago, it would have made me miserable, but I was finally enjoying the trip. I notice that my friend driving the other vehicle is way ahead of me, I think that I could be imagining it though, as the road is moving and I'm tripping pretty hard.
We make it to my friends house, and the guy driving the other vehicle doesn't get out of the truck yet. The rest of us are chilling on a trampoline, talking, and looking at the stars (it was a clear and nice night) and trees. My friend in the truck ate his tab after all of us, and his last one at about 11 or so, so I'm thinking that he's starting to trip hard now. I think to myself that I was feeling miserable for a little while, and I'm confident that he'll get over it like I did (he's tripped before though).
We don't stay here long, and we decide to go to another spot, down a gravel road, pretty much across the street from where we are. I realize that this is safe enough. By this time, its just me and another guy in my car and one of my other friends jumped in the other vehicle. I noticed throughout the night that once we started talking and got comfortable, we seemed to get stuck. For instance, we would go outside to grab something out of a car, and we would end up talking for an hour or so by the car. In this instance my friend started talking with my other friend who was starting to trip hard, and ended up staying in his vehicle. Oh well.
We go to the spot, but they leave us. I'm idling and don't feel the need to push the accelerator. I've been down this road a million times before and this felt like my first. The trees and bushes looked blue to me, which is weird because my friend said the same thing. Actually, most of the really weird visuals we had, everyone seemed to experience the exact same thing, even if no one said anything about it until later.
Once we get there, we decide to leave instantly, and go bring my friends girlfriend back. When we leave, my friend driving in front of me, it looks as if, I swear to god, cop lights came off of his truck for an instant. Like blue flashing lights. I saw this and decided to say nothing, but my friend with me didnt' feel the same urge to be silent. Once again, it was weird that we saw the same thing...
Anyway, I take back gravel roads the whole way and pretty much idle, enjoying the scene and talking about how hungry I am. It's probably 1am and I'm starving. We all are. I keep in touch with the people in the other vehicle because we are laughing and talking on a cell phone. They ask why I'm driving so slow and I tell them teh damn road is moving. They laugh and ask if I'm alright. They asked me this a few times throughout the night, as I'm sure we all asked each other it, just in passing, not really for concern that something bad was happening. However, I noticed that it seems to make things worse, or at least there is potential. When you ask me if I'm ok, it makes it seem like I'm not, and that could get really scary. By this time, I'm riding the trip and I'm in control enough for this not to bother me, but earlier it would have, and it did.
When we get to my friends girlfriends house, I stop before I go in the drive way. I don't know if they arrived yet, since they left us. I decide to call them and ask, and they are laughing asking what the hell am I doing. They are in the driveway waiting. Well, it's about a quarter of a mile long and dark, and I wasn't sure if I was just seeing shit... Anyway, I'm starving.
We drop off my friends girlfriend and one of my friend tells me that he's not tripping anymore and asks me for another hit. I tell him no, I only had a couple left and it would be stupid for him eat one at 130 am anyway, especially when no one else was. He began being aggressive a little (not in a I want to fight you way, but in a "come on man, I'm not even feeling it; this sucks" way -- if that makes sense haha). I knew he was tripping and besides I only had a couple left and I kind of enjoyed the night and wanted to save them for later. I want to candyflip. I told him no, but he insisted. I sort of got the feeling like he thought that I would "have to" give him one, because I am a drug dealer and this is what I do (that is sell my drugs).
Well, I don't sell drugs, and haven't sold drugs, and if I had sold drugs, then I would have stopped selling drugs months earlier anyway because partly of him and myself talking one night while rolling. Anyway, I felt like he saw me as a "drug dealer" still, and I'm not. I told him he was tripping anyway, and he was still feeling something, he just didn't know it.
Well, by this time there are just the original 4 of us. The two guys in the truck (the one mentioned in the paragraph earlier was in the truck) leave to go to the store to get something to eat. I definately do not feel like riding or driving to the store. I'm tripping pretty hard and I realize that its' probably dangerous. I don't worry about them wrecking or anything, I just know that I don't want to leave town. I sure as hell don't want to drive.
So me and my other friend go back to his house. Its about 130am and I'm definately still tripping. I don't know what I want to do with myself. I know that I'm hungry and I don't want to stay out late, but I want to hang out with my friends. I make the decision to drop off my friend at his house then go home and get something to eat. I go home, thinking that i'm going to stay there. I grab something out of the fridge. It was a sandwich, and it wasn't that good, but it stopped the hunger. Honestly, I don't know if I was hungry or if I was just tripping. Heh.
After I eat, I try to be quiet because my mom and dad are sleeping. I talk to my brother for a second, and my sister, and then decide that I should go back to my friends house. I'm still tripping hard. Its 2am.
I go back, and a few minutes later the other friends arrive too. We all feel tired, but we are all still tripping. One of my friends points out to me a van gogh painting on his wall and how its moving and waving. I'm way past that though. Seeing things wave and move is the norm. I would only be amazed if I saw something jump out at me or appear out of no where. The room already looked wavy, and I kept thinking the door was opening. We talk for a few minutes and then we all decide to go home. It's about 230 and we are all tripping, but its late and there is nothing else to do. And anyway, I hate staying out until daylight when I live with my parents. Even though i pay my own bills, I don't have a job (yet), so when I stay out really late, I feel like a bum.
Anyway, I go home and lay in my bed and think back on the night. I noticed that when I started thinking about something, it was like I would dream it. It's hard for me to describe, but I know I would get lost in thought and when I would open my eyes I would realize that I was back in my bed. I was still tripping pretty hard.
I tripped until about 6am and then slept until about 10am. I feel sort of weird today, I think I'm just recollecting on what happened last night. I'm glad I rode the trip out until I got comfortable. I definately had a good time.
I would also like to mention that at the beginning of the trip, I thought that it was a little like rolling. It definately was not. It was very visual and just competely different.
Anyway, the trip lasted about 9 hours and took about an hour to come up good. This sounds like acid to me, but like I said, first time, not an expert.
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but they're also weak. can't wait to try mine out. great report!! 
