Me- 1 tab, approx 100mg's (I am incredibly susceptible to psychs)
Friend - 2 tabs
I shall describe this incredibly interesting experience from start to end.
It all began somewhere out Woodford way, QLD, Brisbane. My parents own a property out there, and unbeknownst to them, 2 young men, 20 years of age would soon be bearing down upon their property with a head full of cid. The parents were not there of course, that would be pretty ballsy for a first trip (my mate had previously tripped with 1 tab, so this was his second time. He tripped in the company of my parents, and somehow managed to keep it together).
So, about 10 minutes from arrival we dropped our tabs.
I had previously been very anxious about dropping a tab - at about 18 years of age I suffered a random panic attack and haven't been the same since. But for some reason I had a completely "Fuck it, i'll roll with this' attitude which may or may not have helped on this trip. You decide. Read on.
So anyway, soon we both started to get this intense... feeling. It was like breathlessness, anxiety, a desire to move, a desire to sit still... all at once. Plus more indescribable effects. This feeling came in waves for about half an our until suddenly -whoosh- the feeling was lifted and it was like my mind gave up trying to fight the incoming storm. By this time, I was halfway through making my packet of noodles. With our combined efforts, my friend and I triumphantly finished making our noodles 3 hours later. I laugh now thinking about it.
We kept getting distracted. With good reason. The ground started to heave and sway under my feet. I pressed my hands against the floor as I fell to my knees. My body felt like goo and I started laughing at the colours flowing and 'bleeding' from previously boring, non moving floorboards. While this was occurring we kept remembering the noodles and we would walk over with great difficulty and attempt to finish making them and consume them. We got trapped in one room for a while, I was convinced that the non-assembled pile of metal poles that was a bunk bed would be a comfortable place to sleep. My friend was not. We placed bets. He won.
The trippyness continued to up in scale as we put on some Tool to calm our nerves (tool may not be calming for some, but it is familiar music to us). We put on third eye, followed by The Grudge. Right about when 'The Grudge' ended, we lost it. See we had been fighting the trip, getting a little bit anxious as to where it was taking us. The lyrics in the Grudge at the end are 'Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go let GOOOOOOO!'
Both me and my friend put that song on on purpose so those lyrics would get us to 'let go' of any anxieties and just roll with the trip. It seems I may have taken Maynards advice to 'let go' a little too far.
Around that point, I just didn't bother with sanity anymore. Time kept speeding up and slowing down. I played the drums frantically on my legs, amazed at the speed I was able to drum. It was a quick speed up and then slow down process too. My drums were like taptaptaptaptap taaaaap taaaaap taaaap taptaptap.
And i was trying to keep it all in one tempo!
Anyway, i felt a strange compulsion to be in the bathroom, so I went. I was drinking water, and my friend came up to me and said 'Hey dude, you still with reality?'. I looked at the cup, had this idea that what I was about to do wouldn't matter, and did it. 'FUCK reality,' I cried, and threw the glass at the ground. To my astonishment, it seemed to unbreak, then fly back into my hand.
'AAARrarrrrgh!' i yelled. I looked at my hand. The glass wasn't there. I was very happy it wasn't. That would have done my head in even more.
My friend cried out 'WHAT THE FUCK DUDE,' and started to get a bit more worried about me. I rampaged around the house a bit more (not wrecking things, just yelling out in suprise at things). I sat down and watched the carpet for a while. Suddenly the carpet began to stretch up and around me. Then there was a great 'mesh of everything'. Everything I saw appeared to have a multicoloured mosquito net over it.
All I could feel at this moment was my centre. This central point in my torso/chest was all that existed. I felt no pain, no anything. I was quite nuetral. Suddenly, I was observing myself in this vehicle that was my body, seeing out of eyes that were part of me but not me, and some part of me took over that wasn't me. I literally felt insanely clear headed.
However, it was like I was observing my body do whatever the fuck it liked. The best way I can describe it was that centre was on a 'rail', and that if I said 'go' it would just follow that track, although I did not know where that track ended up. I said go. My body started cruising around, doing things that weren't particularly amazing. I tried to go outside. Being a 90 acre property, pitch black outside, midnight, in the middle of nowhere, my friend tried to stop me. He's a smart cookie that guy. I kept trying and apparently (can't remember this) yelled FUCK OFF! Even though my friend wasn't being aggressive. Apparently he got taken back by this, and put his hands up and went 'Whatever, dude.' I remember this next part though. My body went crazy. Just burst through the front door, flew out the side, and went through this place that was un-navigateable sober, let alone this messed up.
Somehow, my centre followed it's rail and I navigated through planks of wood, sanders, bags, railings, tools etc. and got through to the other side. My friend was yelling after me. I lay on the grass. Suddenly, I had this bizzarre REAL as fuck reversal of time. In fast.. rewind. Suddenly I leapt up, and ran BACKWARDS through everything. And didn't hurt myself?! What the hell! Anyway, time went back into normal motion just as I punched my friend in the face, for no reason.
'Shit sorry man' I said.
'Dude, what the hell?' I explained I was sorry, and I seemed with it, and he was happy I seemed back to normal again, so he left me be.
I sat on the couch, and so did he, and we put on 'The Blue Planet' a sweet doco.
Soon, I saw infinity, and experienced it. Have you ever seen those computer generated images of a huge spiral? And on that spiral, there are spirals, and so on? That encompassed ALL AROUND ME. Infact, I was one arm on this spiral. And I was dieing. I was moving through this spiral, my body twisting and turning. My friend said I was actually contorting my body at this point and uttering things like 'Is it over?' I recall saying that. I thought i was undergoing the process of death, and that the true nature of reality had been revealed. Everything in my life, my friend, my parents, my home... everything was a construction of my mind. I was the universe, a part of it, inhabiting it. Colours spiraled around me.. and I died. I actually lay down and went to sleep, but in my mind I had died lmao.
I awoke a short time later, my friend asking me what had happened. When I told him, he died of laughter. He was explaining how he had to keep pulling himself out of the trip to check if I was alright. I said I was sorry, he said it was still awesome. I agreed.
I have done acid approx 3 times since that fateful day 6mnths ago.
Nothing will top that nights insanity however.
DAMN I TYPED A LOT.
I usually type a lot more structured- like and more... intellectually but i'm tired and want to finish my report.
Friend - 2 tabs
I shall describe this incredibly interesting experience from start to end.
It all began somewhere out Woodford way, QLD, Brisbane. My parents own a property out there, and unbeknownst to them, 2 young men, 20 years of age would soon be bearing down upon their property with a head full of cid. The parents were not there of course, that would be pretty ballsy for a first trip (my mate had previously tripped with 1 tab, so this was his second time. He tripped in the company of my parents, and somehow managed to keep it together).
So, about 10 minutes from arrival we dropped our tabs.
I had previously been very anxious about dropping a tab - at about 18 years of age I suffered a random panic attack and haven't been the same since. But for some reason I had a completely "Fuck it, i'll roll with this' attitude which may or may not have helped on this trip. You decide. Read on.
So anyway, soon we both started to get this intense... feeling. It was like breathlessness, anxiety, a desire to move, a desire to sit still... all at once. Plus more indescribable effects. This feeling came in waves for about half an our until suddenly -whoosh- the feeling was lifted and it was like my mind gave up trying to fight the incoming storm. By this time, I was halfway through making my packet of noodles. With our combined efforts, my friend and I triumphantly finished making our noodles 3 hours later. I laugh now thinking about it.
We kept getting distracted. With good reason. The ground started to heave and sway under my feet. I pressed my hands against the floor as I fell to my knees. My body felt like goo and I started laughing at the colours flowing and 'bleeding' from previously boring, non moving floorboards. While this was occurring we kept remembering the noodles and we would walk over with great difficulty and attempt to finish making them and consume them. We got trapped in one room for a while, I was convinced that the non-assembled pile of metal poles that was a bunk bed would be a comfortable place to sleep. My friend was not. We placed bets. He won.
The trippyness continued to up in scale as we put on some Tool to calm our nerves (tool may not be calming for some, but it is familiar music to us). We put on third eye, followed by The Grudge. Right about when 'The Grudge' ended, we lost it. See we had been fighting the trip, getting a little bit anxious as to where it was taking us. The lyrics in the Grudge at the end are 'Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go let GOOOOOOO!'
Both me and my friend put that song on on purpose so those lyrics would get us to 'let go' of any anxieties and just roll with the trip. It seems I may have taken Maynards advice to 'let go' a little too far.
Around that point, I just didn't bother with sanity anymore. Time kept speeding up and slowing down. I played the drums frantically on my legs, amazed at the speed I was able to drum. It was a quick speed up and then slow down process too. My drums were like taptaptaptaptap taaaaap taaaaap taaaap taptaptap.
And i was trying to keep it all in one tempo!
Anyway, i felt a strange compulsion to be in the bathroom, so I went. I was drinking water, and my friend came up to me and said 'Hey dude, you still with reality?'. I looked at the cup, had this idea that what I was about to do wouldn't matter, and did it. 'FUCK reality,' I cried, and threw the glass at the ground. To my astonishment, it seemed to unbreak, then fly back into my hand.
'AAARrarrrrgh!' i yelled. I looked at my hand. The glass wasn't there. I was very happy it wasn't. That would have done my head in even more.
My friend cried out 'WHAT THE FUCK DUDE,' and started to get a bit more worried about me. I rampaged around the house a bit more (not wrecking things, just yelling out in suprise at things). I sat down and watched the carpet for a while. Suddenly the carpet began to stretch up and around me. Then there was a great 'mesh of everything'. Everything I saw appeared to have a multicoloured mosquito net over it.
All I could feel at this moment was my centre. This central point in my torso/chest was all that existed. I felt no pain, no anything. I was quite nuetral. Suddenly, I was observing myself in this vehicle that was my body, seeing out of eyes that were part of me but not me, and some part of me took over that wasn't me. I literally felt insanely clear headed.
However, it was like I was observing my body do whatever the fuck it liked. The best way I can describe it was that centre was on a 'rail', and that if I said 'go' it would just follow that track, although I did not know where that track ended up. I said go. My body started cruising around, doing things that weren't particularly amazing. I tried to go outside. Being a 90 acre property, pitch black outside, midnight, in the middle of nowhere, my friend tried to stop me. He's a smart cookie that guy. I kept trying and apparently (can't remember this) yelled FUCK OFF! Even though my friend wasn't being aggressive. Apparently he got taken back by this, and put his hands up and went 'Whatever, dude.' I remember this next part though. My body went crazy. Just burst through the front door, flew out the side, and went through this place that was un-navigateable sober, let alone this messed up.
Somehow, my centre followed it's rail and I navigated through planks of wood, sanders, bags, railings, tools etc. and got through to the other side. My friend was yelling after me. I lay on the grass. Suddenly, I had this bizzarre REAL as fuck reversal of time. In fast.. rewind. Suddenly I leapt up, and ran BACKWARDS through everything. And didn't hurt myself?! What the hell! Anyway, time went back into normal motion just as I punched my friend in the face, for no reason.
'Shit sorry man' I said.
'Dude, what the hell?' I explained I was sorry, and I seemed with it, and he was happy I seemed back to normal again, so he left me be.
I sat on the couch, and so did he, and we put on 'The Blue Planet' a sweet doco.
Soon, I saw infinity, and experienced it. Have you ever seen those computer generated images of a huge spiral? And on that spiral, there are spirals, and so on? That encompassed ALL AROUND ME. Infact, I was one arm on this spiral. And I was dieing. I was moving through this spiral, my body twisting and turning. My friend said I was actually contorting my body at this point and uttering things like 'Is it over?' I recall saying that. I thought i was undergoing the process of death, and that the true nature of reality had been revealed. Everything in my life, my friend, my parents, my home... everything was a construction of my mind. I was the universe, a part of it, inhabiting it. Colours spiraled around me.. and I died. I actually lay down and went to sleep, but in my mind I had died lmao.
I awoke a short time later, my friend asking me what had happened. When I told him, he died of laughter. He was explaining how he had to keep pulling himself out of the trip to check if I was alright. I said I was sorry, he said it was still awesome. I agreed.
I have done acid approx 3 times since that fateful day 6mnths ago.
Nothing will top that nights insanity however.
DAMN I TYPED A LOT.
I usually type a lot more structured- like and more... intellectually but i'm tired and want to finish my report.
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Would have definitely done you no favours if the glass appeared back in your hand 
