Here comes a translated trip report, LSD the second time I took it.
It was a may evening, and I was about to embark on the second LSD experience of my life. We had planned to stay at my friend N in his apartment. N picked me up by car, we met up T and J, also planning to enter the acidic world. B and P were going to trip for the first time, so to ease their tensions and take their mind off of things they had been to a movie.
My excellent instructions on how to get to N were misunderstood, of course, so instead of going here they went to a subway station nearby where they lived and dropped of their car. At N’s house we passed the time playing cards and chatting. Well, to not stray too much off-topic: B and P finally arrived and we were all gathered for our trip. Me and N second timers, B and P first timers and T and J took acid for the fourth or fifth time.
For my part it was close that I couldn’t trip at all, since I’m the clumsiest person in the world and probably one of few people that would accidentally drop their blotter on the floor instead of on the tongue. Of course it flew in underneath some couch or something, but after five minutes of looking for the valuable substance, T found it. I thank him and feel very relieved. We take our blotters and sit around and play Super Mario (on Nintendo 8-bit) and chat.
After a while a tingling feelings spreads through my body. I feel warm and excited – the ticket’s been paid and the ride is starting! I don’t see any visual changes yet, except a bit of a sharpening of the colours. The wonderful lysergic acid dietylamide had begun to change the settings of my brain TV. I walk around a bit, and as always when I’m on psychedelics during the come-up, my legs are a bit stiff so I look real funny, walking like some sort of robot or something. We all laugh at me for a while.
As time flows the euphoria spreads through the whole body. The shadows in the roof (from the lamp) dance around. A crystal chandelier in the room next to me spreads thick, white smoke floating around in a constant layer of colours. I notice that me and P are alone in the room, so we talk a little, I ask him how he’s doing, we talk about what we see and all the time we notice new details to look at.
Everything is perfect. We’ve left the regular world behind us and gotten to acid wonderland filled with bright shiny colours. All the time you notice something new to look at, something else moving. You belong with the world, the world is like it was created; beautiful, wonderful, irresistible, magic, fantastic. The euphoria is complete and overwhelming. The electronic music streaming from the stereo finds it’s way straight into the brain, as if the speakers and the brain co-operated to create the most wonderful music to steer the trip to higher levels.
You float on the streams of your consciousness, that this night has lead to the top of the highest mountain. You float on the little clouds and are amazed at the beauty. You feel the connection, with eachother, with the world, with the everything. You sit, stare into a lava lamp, let the fantasy flow away, listen to McKenna in a dark room (the man actually makes sense while you’re tripping, no offense intended to any McKenna fans), close your eyes to find another world within yourself. You’re fantastic, and so is everything and everyone around yourself. You just are.
And so the trip went on. I was on top all the time. No unpleasant thoughts, no loops. I just floated along, higher and higher, to oceans of happiness, to the essence of life. As the experience subsided and the peak passed me and P went outside for a cigarette. The world outside is different, but also beautiful and fantastic. The smoke is wonderful, and we at this time can have a quite coherent discussion.
During the comedown we just chilled, talked and had fun. When I walk home in the morning I have this wonderful afterglow, I find the park near my house so beautiful that I spend some time there on my own, before I finally go home and get some sleep. The next day I wake up, still feeling great. I go outside to play some boule with my friends on a lovely sunny spring day, not feeling to tired. The day after I have no more residues of the trip.
It’s now been five months since this trip, my best any category ever. I’ve tripped off of acid once since, but the acid was so weak that the trip wasn’t really great either. Sadly, I haven’t gotten to that feeling of connectivity and satisfaction that I had during and after the experience since, but hopefully someday I will. Peace to you all.
It was a may evening, and I was about to embark on the second LSD experience of my life. We had planned to stay at my friend N in his apartment. N picked me up by car, we met up T and J, also planning to enter the acidic world. B and P were going to trip for the first time, so to ease their tensions and take their mind off of things they had been to a movie.
My excellent instructions on how to get to N were misunderstood, of course, so instead of going here they went to a subway station nearby where they lived and dropped of their car. At N’s house we passed the time playing cards and chatting. Well, to not stray too much off-topic: B and P finally arrived and we were all gathered for our trip. Me and N second timers, B and P first timers and T and J took acid for the fourth or fifth time.
For my part it was close that I couldn’t trip at all, since I’m the clumsiest person in the world and probably one of few people that would accidentally drop their blotter on the floor instead of on the tongue. Of course it flew in underneath some couch or something, but after five minutes of looking for the valuable substance, T found it. I thank him and feel very relieved. We take our blotters and sit around and play Super Mario (on Nintendo 8-bit) and chat.
After a while a tingling feelings spreads through my body. I feel warm and excited – the ticket’s been paid and the ride is starting! I don’t see any visual changes yet, except a bit of a sharpening of the colours. The wonderful lysergic acid dietylamide had begun to change the settings of my brain TV. I walk around a bit, and as always when I’m on psychedelics during the come-up, my legs are a bit stiff so I look real funny, walking like some sort of robot or something. We all laugh at me for a while.
As time flows the euphoria spreads through the whole body. The shadows in the roof (from the lamp) dance around. A crystal chandelier in the room next to me spreads thick, white smoke floating around in a constant layer of colours. I notice that me and P are alone in the room, so we talk a little, I ask him how he’s doing, we talk about what we see and all the time we notice new details to look at.
Everything is perfect. We’ve left the regular world behind us and gotten to acid wonderland filled with bright shiny colours. All the time you notice something new to look at, something else moving. You belong with the world, the world is like it was created; beautiful, wonderful, irresistible, magic, fantastic. The euphoria is complete and overwhelming. The electronic music streaming from the stereo finds it’s way straight into the brain, as if the speakers and the brain co-operated to create the most wonderful music to steer the trip to higher levels.
You float on the streams of your consciousness, that this night has lead to the top of the highest mountain. You float on the little clouds and are amazed at the beauty. You feel the connection, with eachother, with the world, with the everything. You sit, stare into a lava lamp, let the fantasy flow away, listen to McKenna in a dark room (the man actually makes sense while you’re tripping, no offense intended to any McKenna fans), close your eyes to find another world within yourself. You’re fantastic, and so is everything and everyone around yourself. You just are.
And so the trip went on. I was on top all the time. No unpleasant thoughts, no loops. I just floated along, higher and higher, to oceans of happiness, to the essence of life. As the experience subsided and the peak passed me and P went outside for a cigarette. The world outside is different, but also beautiful and fantastic. The smoke is wonderful, and we at this time can have a quite coherent discussion.
During the comedown we just chilled, talked and had fun. When I walk home in the morning I have this wonderful afterglow, I find the park near my house so beautiful that I spend some time there on my own, before I finally go home and get some sleep. The next day I wake up, still feeling great. I go outside to play some boule with my friends on a lovely sunny spring day, not feeling to tired. The day after I have no more residues of the trip.
It’s now been five months since this trip, my best any category ever. I’ve tripped off of acid once since, but the acid was so weak that the trip wasn’t really great either. Sadly, I haven’t gotten to that feeling of connectivity and satisfaction that I had during and after the experience since, but hopefully someday I will. Peace to you all.