This is my first attempt at writing a trip report so don’t expect too much from it. I’ve never been great with English so I’m sure there will be parts that don’t flow well. Im unable to even guess what time things occurred. I don’t think I looked at my watch the whole day and I definitely got time dilation along the way.
Anyway, to set the scene, I took some acid at a recovery after being out the night before. At first I just took the one tab, but ended up taking three since someone else was too and I’d always wanted to do it but only if there was going to be someone else on the same level as me.
About an hour after the first tab I started to get some effects. Visuals during the first part of the trip were very influenced by a game we lovingly called crack fighter (super puzzle fighter 2). It was a Tetris like game involving gems and we had been playing way too much of in the past few days. Everything I looked at seemed to be made up of brightly coloured gems and instead of things moving as they would normally, the gems would morph or smash to create movement I was seeing.
I soon found out that some other friends had taken 2 trips, so I took another as well since I had intended on doing so If I could find people to do 2 with. Very soon after, me and one of the other two people took a 3rd trip, just for the hell of it.
At one point I sat down in a group of people to have a few nangs and seemed to get stuck there. I sort of came to the conclusion I didn’t really want any more nos, but every time I came back from nangland there was a loaded bulberator waiting for me again, and who am I to turn down a loaded bulberator.
I really have no recollection of how I eventually moved away from the bulbs, but the next part I remember I was out the front of the house. Two strangers arrived that nobody seemed to know. I said hi to them and then Boppychick came over and asked me if I knew them. I said no and then she started asking them who they were and who then knew here and how they got the address etc.
they knew no one here and kept mentioning a name of someone who defiantly didn’t live here so I became rather freaked out as to who the hell they were and what they were doing there. I went to warn one of the people that live at the house that people were here that knew no one, but when we went out the front again they were gone.
I figured I must have just been imagining it all along but then remembered that I wasn’t the only person who has seen them there. They ended up coming back and it was sorted that they were in fact looking for a recovery next door.
A few of us went out and sat in schizo's car to listen to some music. He cranked it up rather loud and all I could do was laugh at the fact that there were three of us sitting in a car parked on a suburban street, tripping incredibly hard in the middle of the day listening to Mr Bungle.
I'm not sure if we weren’t there long or if I experienced some time dilation but the next thing I remember is the other two out of the car, telling me to get out and I was still sitting in the back, laughing at nothing.
The tip of my tongue had been rubbed raw from licking my lips all night the night before (I just can’t seem to help it when I’m on pills or meth, which I had been on both of the night before), and now whenever I licked my lips It would create a feint moustache of blood. This wasn’t so much a problem for me as I didn’t realise it was happening, but everyone kept asking “what’s wrong with your lips man?” and I got rather worried that I was going to so some serious damage to my upper lip so every time I realised I had licked my lips I started searching for lip balm again.
I think the next little part may have been triggered by the sight of my blood or something because it really seemed out or place. I recall sitting in the toilet, looking at the Garfield picture on the back of the door. The orange wall in the picture seemed to become splattered in blood and the walls of the toilet looked to be splattered with shit. (I was so relived when I finally got back enough sanity to find that none of this really happened) seeing as though I was the only person in the toilet I figured that I somehow must have been the cause of this mess and started to freak out.
I decided that staying in here and waiting for the trip to end was a good idea. I sat myself down facing the corner of the toilet between the wall and the door so I wouldn’t have to look at the picture anymore. Eventually people wanted to use the toilet so I had to open the door and peer around the corner at about knee level.
all the conversation I thought I was hearing for the next little while seemed to be about someone throwing shit around and how that was no way to respect someone’s house so I figured it was about me and spent the next little while apologising to anyone who would listen.
Early in the trip (probably about the time I took the 2nd tab) a friend had said to come to him if I ran into difficulties in the trip. For some reason I thought that this friend could somehow stop me tripping so I tracked him down and asked him for help. For the next little while he tried to explain to me that any drug will only affect a person for a set amount of time and will then wear off but I just could not understand how this could work and couldn’t catch onto the idea.
The next part I remember is sitting outside in the back yard, next to schizo when he hocked a huge fluoro green loogie. A short while later I had completely forgotten how the loogie had gotten there so determined that I must have somehow been the cause of that too. I went and found a cloth to clean it up with, but ended up just dropping the cloth over top of it and leaving it at that.
Shortly later a bucket that I assumed must have been used to clean up the mess I saw in the bathroom earlier, came flying over the fence and landed right in front of me. This compounded the fears that someone was very mad at me about the mess. All the conversation I heard (or at least thought I heard) seemed to be about some sort of domestic dispute with the neighbours or the residents of the house, which once again I figured I must have somehow been the cause of.
I kept getting the feeling I was about to get beaten up or have a brick thrown at me or something, so I wasn’t feeling to secure at this point in time. Eventually I jumped up and yelled out “SORRY” over the fence to the neighbours, who in reality may not have even been home. Looking at the texture of the bricks, the detail of every crack was highlighted in cycling colours.
Although this looked really cool, I really didn’t want to be tripping anymore so I tried to find something I could look at that would just stay normal. The only thing I could find was a little dead bonsai tree, so I stared at that for quite a while.
At one point everything seemed to start repeating itself, like in 'groundhog day'. it got to the point where I knew what people were going to say and really became quite disturbing, so I started answering questions with anything except the first thing that came into my head. after this repeating finally stopped (at the time I thought it must have been nang induced, but looking back it was far to long after my last nang for that to be the case), I for some unknown reason believed I was RobertRollie.
Weirdly enough I accepted this, regardless of the fact that I knew next to nothing about how I had come to live there or any other important details. I went into his room and sat down to do stuff on his computer. A car or something arrived and for whatever reason I assumed it was the cops here to take me to jail or something.
After going out the front of the house and finding that there were no cops I began on a mission to find some coffee. After several failed attempts at finding the required stuff for the coffee, I gave up and decided to go to the shops to buy one from a cafe. I convinced someone to come along and started looking for my shoes. I found a pair by the door that fitted and was told by the person I was with that they looked like my shoes which just added to the weird feeling that I was someone else.
The cafe was shut so I never ended up getting coffee. I eventually saw RobertRollie again and realised that I was still me. I sat inside too watch the rats in their cage for a while. I cant remember now what I was actually thinking regarding the rats, but I do remember at one point turning to find everyone standing behind me also looking and saying to them "I understand why the rats are an important part to my trip, but why is everyone else watching them too".
Everything around me seemed to be there for the purpose of recreating the same sequence of events over and over again. There was a part where I played with a combination lock and felt so sure that I knew the code for it, as though I had unlocked it many times before, only now the numbers didn’t work. Around this point things got to the point where I was able to tell real from imaginary again so ill end the trip report there I guess.
All spellchecked now, if only MS Word could insert paragraphs too.
[Edit: I added some paragraph breaks to make it easier to read. -C22]
[ 13 June 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
Anyway, to set the scene, I took some acid at a recovery after being out the night before. At first I just took the one tab, but ended up taking three since someone else was too and I’d always wanted to do it but only if there was going to be someone else on the same level as me.
About an hour after the first tab I started to get some effects. Visuals during the first part of the trip were very influenced by a game we lovingly called crack fighter (super puzzle fighter 2). It was a Tetris like game involving gems and we had been playing way too much of in the past few days. Everything I looked at seemed to be made up of brightly coloured gems and instead of things moving as they would normally, the gems would morph or smash to create movement I was seeing.
I soon found out that some other friends had taken 2 trips, so I took another as well since I had intended on doing so If I could find people to do 2 with. Very soon after, me and one of the other two people took a 3rd trip, just for the hell of it.
At one point I sat down in a group of people to have a few nangs and seemed to get stuck there. I sort of came to the conclusion I didn’t really want any more nos, but every time I came back from nangland there was a loaded bulberator waiting for me again, and who am I to turn down a loaded bulberator.
I really have no recollection of how I eventually moved away from the bulbs, but the next part I remember I was out the front of the house. Two strangers arrived that nobody seemed to know. I said hi to them and then Boppychick came over and asked me if I knew them. I said no and then she started asking them who they were and who then knew here and how they got the address etc.
they knew no one here and kept mentioning a name of someone who defiantly didn’t live here so I became rather freaked out as to who the hell they were and what they were doing there. I went to warn one of the people that live at the house that people were here that knew no one, but when we went out the front again they were gone.
I figured I must have just been imagining it all along but then remembered that I wasn’t the only person who has seen them there. They ended up coming back and it was sorted that they were in fact looking for a recovery next door.
A few of us went out and sat in schizo's car to listen to some music. He cranked it up rather loud and all I could do was laugh at the fact that there were three of us sitting in a car parked on a suburban street, tripping incredibly hard in the middle of the day listening to Mr Bungle.
I'm not sure if we weren’t there long or if I experienced some time dilation but the next thing I remember is the other two out of the car, telling me to get out and I was still sitting in the back, laughing at nothing.
The tip of my tongue had been rubbed raw from licking my lips all night the night before (I just can’t seem to help it when I’m on pills or meth, which I had been on both of the night before), and now whenever I licked my lips It would create a feint moustache of blood. This wasn’t so much a problem for me as I didn’t realise it was happening, but everyone kept asking “what’s wrong with your lips man?” and I got rather worried that I was going to so some serious damage to my upper lip so every time I realised I had licked my lips I started searching for lip balm again.
I think the next little part may have been triggered by the sight of my blood or something because it really seemed out or place. I recall sitting in the toilet, looking at the Garfield picture on the back of the door. The orange wall in the picture seemed to become splattered in blood and the walls of the toilet looked to be splattered with shit. (I was so relived when I finally got back enough sanity to find that none of this really happened) seeing as though I was the only person in the toilet I figured that I somehow must have been the cause of this mess and started to freak out.
I decided that staying in here and waiting for the trip to end was a good idea. I sat myself down facing the corner of the toilet between the wall and the door so I wouldn’t have to look at the picture anymore. Eventually people wanted to use the toilet so I had to open the door and peer around the corner at about knee level.
all the conversation I thought I was hearing for the next little while seemed to be about someone throwing shit around and how that was no way to respect someone’s house so I figured it was about me and spent the next little while apologising to anyone who would listen.
Early in the trip (probably about the time I took the 2nd tab) a friend had said to come to him if I ran into difficulties in the trip. For some reason I thought that this friend could somehow stop me tripping so I tracked him down and asked him for help. For the next little while he tried to explain to me that any drug will only affect a person for a set amount of time and will then wear off but I just could not understand how this could work and couldn’t catch onto the idea.
The next part I remember is sitting outside in the back yard, next to schizo when he hocked a huge fluoro green loogie. A short while later I had completely forgotten how the loogie had gotten there so determined that I must have somehow been the cause of that too. I went and found a cloth to clean it up with, but ended up just dropping the cloth over top of it and leaving it at that.
Shortly later a bucket that I assumed must have been used to clean up the mess I saw in the bathroom earlier, came flying over the fence and landed right in front of me. This compounded the fears that someone was very mad at me about the mess. All the conversation I heard (or at least thought I heard) seemed to be about some sort of domestic dispute with the neighbours or the residents of the house, which once again I figured I must have somehow been the cause of.
I kept getting the feeling I was about to get beaten up or have a brick thrown at me or something, so I wasn’t feeling to secure at this point in time. Eventually I jumped up and yelled out “SORRY” over the fence to the neighbours, who in reality may not have even been home. Looking at the texture of the bricks, the detail of every crack was highlighted in cycling colours.
Although this looked really cool, I really didn’t want to be tripping anymore so I tried to find something I could look at that would just stay normal. The only thing I could find was a little dead bonsai tree, so I stared at that for quite a while.
At one point everything seemed to start repeating itself, like in 'groundhog day'. it got to the point where I knew what people were going to say and really became quite disturbing, so I started answering questions with anything except the first thing that came into my head. after this repeating finally stopped (at the time I thought it must have been nang induced, but looking back it was far to long after my last nang for that to be the case), I for some unknown reason believed I was RobertRollie.
Weirdly enough I accepted this, regardless of the fact that I knew next to nothing about how I had come to live there or any other important details. I went into his room and sat down to do stuff on his computer. A car or something arrived and for whatever reason I assumed it was the cops here to take me to jail or something.
After going out the front of the house and finding that there were no cops I began on a mission to find some coffee. After several failed attempts at finding the required stuff for the coffee, I gave up and decided to go to the shops to buy one from a cafe. I convinced someone to come along and started looking for my shoes. I found a pair by the door that fitted and was told by the person I was with that they looked like my shoes which just added to the weird feeling that I was someone else.
The cafe was shut so I never ended up getting coffee. I eventually saw RobertRollie again and realised that I was still me. I sat inside too watch the rats in their cage for a while. I cant remember now what I was actually thinking regarding the rats, but I do remember at one point turning to find everyone standing behind me also looking and saying to them "I understand why the rats are an important part to my trip, but why is everyone else watching them too".
Everything around me seemed to be there for the purpose of recreating the same sequence of events over and over again. There was a part where I played with a combination lock and felt so sure that I knew the code for it, as though I had unlocked it many times before, only now the numbers didn’t work. Around this point things got to the point where I was able to tell real from imaginary again so ill end the trip report there I guess.
All spellchecked now, if only MS Word could insert paragraphs too.
[Edit: I added some paragraph breaks to make it easier to read. -C22]
[ 13 June 2002: Message edited by: Catch-22 ]
