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Bluelighter
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First try at a trip report, sorry if it’s a little too long. I tend to get carried away.
Dose – 2 tabs (knew they were pretty strong in my books as my housemate had some a couple weeks earlier and he was overwhelmed off 1.5)
Experience – As far as psychs go, lsd 10-15 times, shrooms about the same, dxm a couple and a pretty regular smoker.
Ok, so lets try to be linear.
Around 1:00 my housemate’s boyfriend comes over in preparation for our trip. I pack up a few essentials; eat the two tabs and it’s time to hit the road (In retrospect he was pretty confident it was 1:30 at this stage). We head down to a creek near my house (where we usually trip) and decide this time instead of sticking to one spot this time we will see how far the creek/parklands go.
As we walk the recalling all the trip memories I’ve had in the area, I start to feel nervous waves of energy and then the nausea hits. At this stage I realize that I may be in for a pretty big one. We sit down for a sec and I eat a plum, thinking it’s a pity that I have to destroy such a pretty thing in order to be sated, but immensely enjoying the feeling of juice running down my beard.
We continue on our adventure and I notice slight shimmering and intensification of colours. The parklands then open out a bit and there is a nice view with a little bridge and some rapids so we decide to stay and enjoy the scenery for a while. I lay down in the long grass looking up, unable to stay still but unable to keep moving so I close my eyes and trance out to very vivid CEV’s.
When I finally muster up the courage to open my eyes again, the world around me is swaying to a non-existent breeze. I look down at my feet to see ever changing geometric patterns, like tattoos, a bit freaked out but totally amazed we decide to keep going. Soon crossing the bridge, L mentions how excellent it would to be a troll living under a bridge. I agree thinking that paddling in the shallows in the shade would be a pretty relaxing way of spending your time.
We come upon a huge weeping willow hanging over the bank and I am taken aback by the age and wisdom that seems to be pouring off this being. I stand at the base of the trunk feeling incredibly safe and nurtured. L tries to swing on the rope like branches in an effort to revisit childhood mischief, but to his dismay realises that such things are only possible when you are very light. I have an intense urge to be closer to this tree so we decide to climb, feeling quite awkward about doing so as I didn’t really know the extent of my tripper coordination. Sitting in the branches I feel very content and watch the bark breathe with life. L climbs back down and only then do I realize how high I am and how badly my depth perception has been effected. As I feel the trip kicking up a gear I figure that the possibility of falling out is quite high so we continue the tramping.
As we walk through freshly mown grass I feel as though my entire being is residing in my feet as every new step is a new delicious sensation. The grass itself seems to be made of gold and for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that I am in the rice fields feudal Japan. L comments that the world seems to be like an impressionist painting that hasn’t dried. This excites me and I try to smudge the paint around me only to find instead that my hands were leaving the most intense trails I’ve ever seen.
We find a homemade swing and I try it out, the sensation being closer to the world moving around me rather than me swinging like a pendulum. When L is having a go, I am struck with the absolute beauty of the world and an intense wave of energy and joy washes over me, so I jump, skip, run, throw dried grass, laugh and fall over.
The path then goes through a carpark and it’s not until we burst back through to parklands that I realize how nervous and uncomfortable all the concrete normality was making me. In celebration we sit down and eat some sour worms. We both are rather giggly and ramble a bit, L saying that I always mutter an intense amount when I’m tripping. News to me. This makes me wonder how many of the half, almost nonverbal conversations I think I have with people whilst tripping is just me muttering to myself. Who knows.
We both feel as the trip lift to another level as the world around us is swimming and rolling, and feel very out of place as a couple walk past with their dogs. In an attempt to fit in L tries to casually walk down the path with the sour worms, and I burst out laughing thinking that what kind of ‘normal’ person would stumble around the park eating lollies.
We walk past a deserted swimming pool complex and it feels very eerie so we give it a wide berth again not feeling comfortable with man-made structures. As we rounded the bend we see a large dam like structure. Finally after what feels like weeks trekking through the wilderness we have reached the source of our beloved creek. With satisfaction we climb to the end of the path towards the road to investigate where the hell we have ended up, only to find a monstrous intersection so we quickly retreat to the safety of the trees.
L declares that this was something like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon only to disappear inside again and wonders how often this happens. This causes me to ponder the incredible transformation that occurs in a cocoon. I come to the conclusion that it might be something similar to taking lsd, going to sleep and waking up in a full blown trip (something that I’ve wanted to try for some time). Now looking back, maybe not.
We decide to head back to my towards my house now the mission was achieved, but as we do things become increasingly disorientating and I continue to fail to recognise many of the places we walk past. The elongation of time seems to increase and I find myself thinking that a 100m walk takes an age.
Suddenly I come out of a daze of circular thoughts and find that we have walked well of the path and are now down by the creeks edge. A couple of months ago the creek flooded maybe 2m above its banks causing amazing amounts of debris to be caught in all the plants. It’s a strange feeling walking what would have been below water. The rubbish strewn around the place starts to form patterns and I become convinced that someone had placed them there purposely to send me a message. I become disappointed that I am unable to decipher what surely are pearls of wisdom.
Not sure where we have come from we fight our way through the scrub and eventually find the path again. At this stage the impossibly large trailing get even longer and I begin to think I am seeing in 4 dimensions. This convinces me that time is no longer linear adding the disorientation. As we walk the air seems full of glinting cobwebs after morning dew (this causes me to walk into an actual spider web as I didn’t think it was real) and has a thick almost liquid feel to it.
We start to pick up the pace, things start to become more recognisable as we enter our usual haunt. More people walk by giving us strange looks and L thinks that most of them seem not quite right (this I didn’t notice). Finally we stumble into my place, still incredibly disorientated, the walls waving in front of us. I discover that it is 4:45 (at this stage I see the numbers but have no idea of their meaning.)
I decide that I needed sheesha to calm me down, but trying to pull setting it up off was somewhat more difficult (nearly burnt myself 1000 times). When it finally gets going, L gasps claiming that when we blew smoke out it looked like a bunch of cubes falling out of our mouths. Thankfully the sheesha does help me calm, and I notice that some of the visuals are slowing down.
L decides he wants to try some Japanese calligraphy and I watch and laugh at the ridiculousness of the precision involved, but loving the way in which the lines in the paper would breathe. I leave him to it and lie on the floor in the lounge room to listen to some music. As I lie looking at the ceiling faint blue green fractals begin to seep through the paint and I become lost in the endless twisting and turning.
At some point my housemate comes home startling me out of my reverie, and as I am in no real mood for conversation (or have the real ability yet) I retreat up stairs to my room and thoughts. As the night wears on the circular patterning of my thoughts become increasingly overwhelming and I try a number of different ways to distract myself. All the while I am rueing my inability to sleep after lsd, wishing someone was awake to hear my rambles. Eventually some time past 4:30 I am blessed with sleep.
Now a few days later as I think back on it, this experience was probably the most visual I’ve ever had, and in that way very strong, but without many of insights and epiphanies about myself that usually comes with a heavy trip. It was one of the 1st times I’ve tripped without weed or benzos. I enjoyed what I felt to be higher clarity, but didn’t help in the sleep department. All in all one of my favourites so far and definitely what I needed after a few hard weeks.
Dose – 2 tabs (knew they were pretty strong in my books as my housemate had some a couple weeks earlier and he was overwhelmed off 1.5)
Experience – As far as psychs go, lsd 10-15 times, shrooms about the same, dxm a couple and a pretty regular smoker.
Ok, so lets try to be linear.
Around 1:00 my housemate’s boyfriend comes over in preparation for our trip. I pack up a few essentials; eat the two tabs and it’s time to hit the road (In retrospect he was pretty confident it was 1:30 at this stage). We head down to a creek near my house (where we usually trip) and decide this time instead of sticking to one spot this time we will see how far the creek/parklands go.
As we walk the recalling all the trip memories I’ve had in the area, I start to feel nervous waves of energy and then the nausea hits. At this stage I realize that I may be in for a pretty big one. We sit down for a sec and I eat a plum, thinking it’s a pity that I have to destroy such a pretty thing in order to be sated, but immensely enjoying the feeling of juice running down my beard.
We continue on our adventure and I notice slight shimmering and intensification of colours. The parklands then open out a bit and there is a nice view with a little bridge and some rapids so we decide to stay and enjoy the scenery for a while. I lay down in the long grass looking up, unable to stay still but unable to keep moving so I close my eyes and trance out to very vivid CEV’s.
When I finally muster up the courage to open my eyes again, the world around me is swaying to a non-existent breeze. I look down at my feet to see ever changing geometric patterns, like tattoos, a bit freaked out but totally amazed we decide to keep going. Soon crossing the bridge, L mentions how excellent it would to be a troll living under a bridge. I agree thinking that paddling in the shallows in the shade would be a pretty relaxing way of spending your time.
We come upon a huge weeping willow hanging over the bank and I am taken aback by the age and wisdom that seems to be pouring off this being. I stand at the base of the trunk feeling incredibly safe and nurtured. L tries to swing on the rope like branches in an effort to revisit childhood mischief, but to his dismay realises that such things are only possible when you are very light. I have an intense urge to be closer to this tree so we decide to climb, feeling quite awkward about doing so as I didn’t really know the extent of my tripper coordination. Sitting in the branches I feel very content and watch the bark breathe with life. L climbs back down and only then do I realize how high I am and how badly my depth perception has been effected. As I feel the trip kicking up a gear I figure that the possibility of falling out is quite high so we continue the tramping.
As we walk through freshly mown grass I feel as though my entire being is residing in my feet as every new step is a new delicious sensation. The grass itself seems to be made of gold and for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that I am in the rice fields feudal Japan. L comments that the world seems to be like an impressionist painting that hasn’t dried. This excites me and I try to smudge the paint around me only to find instead that my hands were leaving the most intense trails I’ve ever seen.
We find a homemade swing and I try it out, the sensation being closer to the world moving around me rather than me swinging like a pendulum. When L is having a go, I am struck with the absolute beauty of the world and an intense wave of energy and joy washes over me, so I jump, skip, run, throw dried grass, laugh and fall over.
The path then goes through a carpark and it’s not until we burst back through to parklands that I realize how nervous and uncomfortable all the concrete normality was making me. In celebration we sit down and eat some sour worms. We both are rather giggly and ramble a bit, L saying that I always mutter an intense amount when I’m tripping. News to me. This makes me wonder how many of the half, almost nonverbal conversations I think I have with people whilst tripping is just me muttering to myself. Who knows.
We both feel as the trip lift to another level as the world around us is swimming and rolling, and feel very out of place as a couple walk past with their dogs. In an attempt to fit in L tries to casually walk down the path with the sour worms, and I burst out laughing thinking that what kind of ‘normal’ person would stumble around the park eating lollies.
We walk past a deserted swimming pool complex and it feels very eerie so we give it a wide berth again not feeling comfortable with man-made structures. As we rounded the bend we see a large dam like structure. Finally after what feels like weeks trekking through the wilderness we have reached the source of our beloved creek. With satisfaction we climb to the end of the path towards the road to investigate where the hell we have ended up, only to find a monstrous intersection so we quickly retreat to the safety of the trees.
L declares that this was something like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon only to disappear inside again and wonders how often this happens. This causes me to ponder the incredible transformation that occurs in a cocoon. I come to the conclusion that it might be something similar to taking lsd, going to sleep and waking up in a full blown trip (something that I’ve wanted to try for some time). Now looking back, maybe not.
We decide to head back to my towards my house now the mission was achieved, but as we do things become increasingly disorientating and I continue to fail to recognise many of the places we walk past. The elongation of time seems to increase and I find myself thinking that a 100m walk takes an age.
Suddenly I come out of a daze of circular thoughts and find that we have walked well of the path and are now down by the creeks edge. A couple of months ago the creek flooded maybe 2m above its banks causing amazing amounts of debris to be caught in all the plants. It’s a strange feeling walking what would have been below water. The rubbish strewn around the place starts to form patterns and I become convinced that someone had placed them there purposely to send me a message. I become disappointed that I am unable to decipher what surely are pearls of wisdom.
Not sure where we have come from we fight our way through the scrub and eventually find the path again. At this stage the impossibly large trailing get even longer and I begin to think I am seeing in 4 dimensions. This convinces me that time is no longer linear adding the disorientation. As we walk the air seems full of glinting cobwebs after morning dew (this causes me to walk into an actual spider web as I didn’t think it was real) and has a thick almost liquid feel to it.
We start to pick up the pace, things start to become more recognisable as we enter our usual haunt. More people walk by giving us strange looks and L thinks that most of them seem not quite right (this I didn’t notice). Finally we stumble into my place, still incredibly disorientated, the walls waving in front of us. I discover that it is 4:45 (at this stage I see the numbers but have no idea of their meaning.)
I decide that I needed sheesha to calm me down, but trying to pull setting it up off was somewhat more difficult (nearly burnt myself 1000 times). When it finally gets going, L gasps claiming that when we blew smoke out it looked like a bunch of cubes falling out of our mouths. Thankfully the sheesha does help me calm, and I notice that some of the visuals are slowing down.
L decides he wants to try some Japanese calligraphy and I watch and laugh at the ridiculousness of the precision involved, but loving the way in which the lines in the paper would breathe. I leave him to it and lie on the floor in the lounge room to listen to some music. As I lie looking at the ceiling faint blue green fractals begin to seep through the paint and I become lost in the endless twisting and turning.
At some point my housemate comes home startling me out of my reverie, and as I am in no real mood for conversation (or have the real ability yet) I retreat up stairs to my room and thoughts. As the night wears on the circular patterning of my thoughts become increasingly overwhelming and I try a number of different ways to distract myself. All the while I am rueing my inability to sleep after lsd, wishing someone was awake to hear my rambles. Eventually some time past 4:30 I am blessed with sleep.
Now a few days later as I think back on it, this experience was probably the most visual I’ve ever had, and in that way very strong, but without many of insights and epiphanies about myself that usually comes with a heavy trip. It was one of the 1st times I’ve tripped without weed or benzos. I enjoyed what I felt to be higher clarity, but didn’t help in the sleep department. All in all one of my favourites so far and definitely what I needed after a few hard weeks.
