not_broken_420
Bluelighter
I arrived with my friend B at D and J's house. Earlier that day I had taken 2 hits of liquid acid, which I believe was diluted because I was just barely tripping. So I told D, who had a whole brand new vial (ahh, what a beautiful sight), that I wanted to buy 2 hits. I took the 2 hits and, as usual, he decided to weigh out some mushrooms and give them to me. It came out to about a gram. B had also just taken 2 hits, and was offered a gram of shrooms too. I looked at him with an "oh, here we go again" look, as I was planning on just tripping acid because 2 weeks prior I'd also dosed acid and shrooms simultaneously. But who am I to turn down free mushrooms? I knew I was in for a fun night. Hell, I was still seeing minor tracers from the first hits I'd taken! D's brother started to give us the "Just stay calm and you'll be fine" speech because he didn't know how many times we've both tripped, but D quickly interjected, "Trust me..you don't have to tell these two."
As the effects started to hit me slowly, B was in a full-fledged trip. I looked over to see him rubbing his face, saying "I'm tripping my FACE off..oh my GOD...this doesn't even feel like my face anymore!" I started to get the usual coming-up uneasiness I get (from the shrooms more so than acid), and I looked at D, who was talking, and blue lines started spreading out from the wall behind him, covering him as well. Suddenly I was immersed in movement, tripping hard at this point, with that good ol' perma-grin. I was having intense visuals. The doors and walls were moving, and when I tried to write it looked as if the paper was still but the lines were moving separate from it. I wrote something about "the lines performing their sacred dance, enjoying their place on the page." There were moving spots on the floor. The fabric on the couch, which had flowers & vines on it, was swirling around like crazy. I hate to use such a cliche movie reference, but I was reminded of Fear & Loathing, when they're checking in to the hotel. I got kind of uneasy from time to time, especially at the beginning when I was thinking, "Oh crap, this is just the beginning." Overall, though, I was pretty calm and happy, as I am usually extremely at peace when I trip. B was amazed that I wasn't tripping as hard as he was. In reality I was, but I'm not as obvious to other people when I trip. He was writhing around on the couch saying over and over how hard he was tripping, but I was just quietly thinking and observing as always. My sense of time was completely obliterated. I looked at my phone, which read 11:11, and I would have guessed it was about 1:00. I decided time didn't really matter anyway. I enjoyed petting J's dog, as I always do when I trip there. It's as if she knows when you're tripping.
I found myself analyzing my life, and thinking about how I feel like an outsider so much at times. It seems like everyone has their little "group" to fit in. The group of people one is with all the time, hangs out with constantly, etc. and I just kind of drift through all of them, friends with everybody but not really fitting in anywhere. Then, at some point I realized that I don't WANT to "fit in." What sets me apart in my mind is my own individual identity. I also realized that, since the world we see is just our perceptions acting upon each other (I could probably find a better way to explain that..) you are only as separated as you let yourself feel, and if you live in the moment and let yourself, wherever you are, be happy and full of life, people will be drawn to you.
At one point I got up to go to the bathroom, and as always I couldn't walk by a mirror without being in awe of how different I looked. My face was moving around and morphing, and my pupils were HUGE. Some sort of decorative flower was moving around as if doing a cute little dance. I smiled at the thought. I found a brush, took my beanie off and brushed my hair. When I trip I feel like my long hair should be let down and loose, I guess it feels more natural or something..hah. I looked so full of life.
I tripped hard for a few hours. When B and I came down enough to be coherent, we all played quarters for awhile and then everybody went to bed at about 3 a.m. As I was trying to fall asleep, I closed my eyes and would "see" beautiful patterns in my head. All in all it was a fabulous trip, and I got 2 more hits of that liquid so I can have fun when the next opportunity comes up.
As the effects started to hit me slowly, B was in a full-fledged trip. I looked over to see him rubbing his face, saying "I'm tripping my FACE off..oh my GOD...this doesn't even feel like my face anymore!" I started to get the usual coming-up uneasiness I get (from the shrooms more so than acid), and I looked at D, who was talking, and blue lines started spreading out from the wall behind him, covering him as well. Suddenly I was immersed in movement, tripping hard at this point, with that good ol' perma-grin. I was having intense visuals. The doors and walls were moving, and when I tried to write it looked as if the paper was still but the lines were moving separate from it. I wrote something about "the lines performing their sacred dance, enjoying their place on the page." There were moving spots on the floor. The fabric on the couch, which had flowers & vines on it, was swirling around like crazy. I hate to use such a cliche movie reference, but I was reminded of Fear & Loathing, when they're checking in to the hotel. I got kind of uneasy from time to time, especially at the beginning when I was thinking, "Oh crap, this is just the beginning." Overall, though, I was pretty calm and happy, as I am usually extremely at peace when I trip. B was amazed that I wasn't tripping as hard as he was. In reality I was, but I'm not as obvious to other people when I trip. He was writhing around on the couch saying over and over how hard he was tripping, but I was just quietly thinking and observing as always. My sense of time was completely obliterated. I looked at my phone, which read 11:11, and I would have guessed it was about 1:00. I decided time didn't really matter anyway. I enjoyed petting J's dog, as I always do when I trip there. It's as if she knows when you're tripping.
I found myself analyzing my life, and thinking about how I feel like an outsider so much at times. It seems like everyone has their little "group" to fit in. The group of people one is with all the time, hangs out with constantly, etc. and I just kind of drift through all of them, friends with everybody but not really fitting in anywhere. Then, at some point I realized that I don't WANT to "fit in." What sets me apart in my mind is my own individual identity. I also realized that, since the world we see is just our perceptions acting upon each other (I could probably find a better way to explain that..) you are only as separated as you let yourself feel, and if you live in the moment and let yourself, wherever you are, be happy and full of life, people will be drawn to you.
At one point I got up to go to the bathroom, and as always I couldn't walk by a mirror without being in awe of how different I looked. My face was moving around and morphing, and my pupils were HUGE. Some sort of decorative flower was moving around as if doing a cute little dance. I smiled at the thought. I found a brush, took my beanie off and brushed my hair. When I trip I feel like my long hair should be let down and loose, I guess it feels more natural or something..hah. I looked so full of life.
I tripped hard for a few hours. When B and I came down enough to be coherent, we all played quarters for awhile and then everybody went to bed at about 3 a.m. As I was trying to fall asleep, I closed my eyes and would "see" beautiful patterns in my head. All in all it was a fabulous trip, and I got 2 more hits of that liquid so I can have fun when the next opportunity comes up.
