sonic
Bluelight Crew
Ok, here's my attempt to write a report of one of the most fucked up night I've had on psychedelics. I think this occured on 4/20/2001 so forgive me if the details and the time frame is a little sketchy. I wish I had attempted to write this sooner after it happened..
Back in the peak of my psychedelic career, a few days before the weekend of 4/20 I had finally managed to score some liquid LSD. I had been wanting to find a connection like this for a long time. I remember that the acid was a light brownish color. So I called up my friends from back home and told them that we should all trip the following weekend. They all decided this would be a great idea and we decided the best place to trip would be in the woods about 1/2 mile behind one of our friend's parents house.
So on Friday evening after my classes I drove back to my home town and stopped by my parents house to pick up all my camping gear. I brought with me a tent, sleeping bag (not that I needed it), and a back pack that contained:
1 liter bottle of captain morgans
7g of dried p. cubensis mushrooms (cambodian strain)
the acid
1/2 gallon of orange juice
several glowsticks
my sherlock style glass pipe
an 8th (3.5g) of B.C. hydro buds.
probably more stuff that I dont remember
The plan was for me to meet my friends out in the woods in the early evening. I knew they had some blotter of their own and were probably already tripping, so I decided to eat about 2 grams of shrooms on my way to meet them. When I got there I learned that my assumption was right. They each had a tab on their tongue. There was also more people at our party spot than I had originally expected. There was I, J, D, B, and this kid M who I had never met before.
After saying hi to everyone and meeting this new kid M. I told everyone to, "form a single file line" and receive a hit of liquid. It was like I was giving communion to each of them. After giving them all a hit, I gave myself one as well. I decided I wasn't going to over-do it this night, because although I considered these guys my friends, I wouldn't put it past them to steal my drugs from me while they had a head full of acid. They were pretty crazy people. Anyways, that was the last I did for acid and shrooms that night, although my friends did a lot more.
Shortly after taking the liquid I was already starting to feel the shrooms hit me. I never enjoy coming up on mushrooms. I felt waves of anxiety hit me and although I knew there was no going back, I started having second thoughts. I knew the night was going to be insane. This is all just part of the fun for me when it comes to psychedelics. I've never had a bad trip, but I always am overly apprehensive when I dose, but once I start peaking I feel extremely relieved. Coming up is the only uncomfortable part for me.
I asked if anyone had thought to bring any music with them and no one had. My friend "I" had a radio in his jeep with a tape player, but he didnt have any good tapes. I decided I still had time to walk a mile back to my parents house and see what I could find for tapes before the acid kicked in. I asked if someone wanted to go with me, and J was the only one who volunteered. Since J was already tripping hard, he didn't want to go in my house and deal with my parents. So I went in by myself and J waited at the end of my driveway around the corner. I told my parents I needed to get some music (they probablby didnt believe me) and I rummaged my room for some trance music on tape. I finally managed to find a couple of promo tapes I picked up at a rave, and the hackers 2 soundtrack. My parents told me to have a safe night and I left.
By this time I was starting to see tracers and color distortion. The sounds of nature were also becomming distorted. I couldn't tell if I was actually hearing birds chirping or if it was all part of my trip. I would hear a noise and then keep hearing that same noise again. When I got to the end of my driveway my friend J was really relieved to see me. He said, "I thought you were going to leave me here all night. I keep zoning out and I don't want to be on the road anymore, I want to get back into the woods."
By the time we got back to the woods it was completely dark out and there was multi colored stars in the sky. I also noticed lots of shooting stars which probably weren't really there.
Back at the campsite we were all tripping except for this kid M, who I didn't know. He told me he wanted more acid. I told him it probably wasnt a good idea since he didnt wait long enough for it to kick in. He told me he had done acid before (which was a lie) so he convinced me to give him 2 more drops, (huge mistake for him).
We turned on some beats, cracked the glowsticks and used our shoe laces to swing poi. This was the first time I had ever tried poi and I wasn't very good at it, but I found it extremely fun. It was the funnest thing in the world trying to swing glowsticks to the beat of the music, it completely took away any negative feelings and anxiety I might have been having and brought me to a wonderful state of mind that didn't completely go away for the rest of the night. Someone had the idea for us to stand far away from each other so we could all give each other lightshows. This was an awesome idea. Watching the light shows made me feel like I was rolling and tripping at the same time, even though I was only tripping.
We eventually ended up venturing out into the woods and were about 100 yards from our campsite. This is when M started losing his ego. He kept saying, "we need to go back, we're going to get lost in the woods", but we reassured him that we knew which way we needed to go to get back and that we could still see our fire from a distance. When we decided to go back to the campsite we discovered that M couldn't get up. He kept trying to stand up and falling down. We basically had to drag him back. This was it for him. He no longer knew his name, where he was or anything like that. He was completely unresponsive 90% of the time. Every once in a while he would talk in gibberish but we couldnt understand what he was saying. I had never seen anyone quite this fucked up before. It was kinda scary for me in the state of mind I was in, because I was wondering if he was ever going to come out of his trip. I knew he had taken way more than he should have and I felt partially responsible for not making him wait before dosing him up some more. At the same time I still had some common sense left in me, I convinced myself that he was going to be ok, and I knew he wasnt going to die or anything like that.
After we finished dealing with M, realizing there was no hope for him, my friends told me they wanted to do more acid. I gave them each another drop. After that we built up our fire as big as we could get it and sat around drinking becks beer. The alcohol didn't seem to affect me at all. I had about 10 beers that night and a few shots of captains and I didn't feel drunk at all. The acid and shrooms completely overpowered the alcohol.
We all just zoned out for an hour or so swimming around in our own thoughts and visions. I started to feel as if my body was extremely light and I felt like I was levitating from the ground, but when I looked down my feet were still touching the ground. B turned to J and asked him "is this real", and J just says "yes, this is reality" and they both laughed.
I packed several bowls full of weed laced with shrooms and we passed them around. I dont know if it was just a placebo or not but smoking the shrooms made me feel like I was tripping harder and gave me more visuals. Another hour or so, and M was still gone. He was standing there with a beer in his hand drinking it, but he still couldn't talk in sentences and he kept losing his balance and falling down. We were messing with him a little bit, I asked him if he remembered his name yet and he still said he didnt know. I told him he was on acid, tripping in the woods and he didnt say anything. Someone asked him to help collect wood for the fire and he didn't respond.
Somewhere around this point "B" started to get some crazy ideas in his head. He kept trying to convince everyone to take all the rest of the acid and drive to California. He wouldn't give up on this idea for hours. When anyone tried to talk sense into him he just wouldn't listen. I tried telling him that if we took the rest of the acid there's no way we would make it to California, we'd be on the ground rolling around thinking that we were on our way to California.
Around 4am we decided it would be a good idea to climb a mountain and watch the sun rise. Well everyone decided this would be a good idea except for "I", and M still couldn't walk or respond to us. So we asked "I" if it would be ok if we left him there and he said it was ok. Before we left we broke open our glowsticks and dumped them on ourselves. The oil from the glowsticks smelled nasty and stained our clothes, but it looked really cool at the time. I also gave everyone another round of liquid.
J drove us to the nearest mountain. It was only about a 3 mile drive but it scared the crap out of me. I didnt feel that J was in any state to be driving, although I guess he did ok.
So we climbed the mountain and waited about an hour for the sun to rise. When I finally saw the sun, it didnt look round at all, it looked all lobsided and it kept changing shape. I asked everyone why the sun wasn't round and they just told me that it can look like that sometimes. It was definately one of the coolest sunrises I've ever witnessed.
On the way down the mountain we decided to run as fast as we could. B decided to jump off a large rock and roll down the face of the mountain. I don't know how he managed to do it without getting hurt. When we got to the car J said he wanted to take us for a drive. I didnt think it was the best idea but I didnt say anything. J was driving on all these back roads making comments like "woah! the contour of this hill is insane. I love this road!"
When we finally made it back to the campsite, "I" had lost it. I think he was just pissed that we had left him there for so long with "M". He had knocked over my tent and drank the remaining half bottle of captain morgans. "M" was still standing there unable to carry on a conversation with us. B told him that he was on a permanant trip and M said "yeah, Im on a permanant trip." Then J made some comment to "I", I don't even remember what he said but the next thing I know "I" has a machette in his hand and is viciously hacking away at J! I'm not sure if he was actually trying to hit him or not but he came really close a few times. J managed to tackle "I" and had him pinned down. He was significantly larger than "I" and I thought he was going to kill him by crushing him. After a few minutes J finally got off of him. "I" told me he needed more acid so I gave him another drop. I also gave "J" a drop in the eye. He claimed he was blind for 10 minutes.
Around 10am we decided to leave the campsite. They wanted me to go to some kids house, but I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. While packing up all my stuff I realized the rain flap for my tent was gone. I think "I" probably burned it in the fire while we were gone, because I looked around for it everywhere and couldn't find it.
When "I" got in his jeep, he started driving like a maniac. When he got to the road, he peeled out in our friend's parent's driveway and took off like a bat out of hell. I thought he was going to kill himself. I was paranoid as hell. When I got home I hid my acid outside. I thought for sure "I" was going to crash his car and they would somehow find out that I had dosed him full of acid. After a while I finally managed to fall asleep. I slept from about 11:30am to 6pm. When I awoke I immediately called "I". Sure enough he had crashed his car. He didn't know how or where, but he only did some minor damage to his front end. That evening I went over to I's house and we smoked a few bowls and relaxed. I found out later that "M" finally did come out of his trip a day later and he claimed he enjoyed the experience and wanted to trip again!
Back in the peak of my psychedelic career, a few days before the weekend of 4/20 I had finally managed to score some liquid LSD. I had been wanting to find a connection like this for a long time. I remember that the acid was a light brownish color. So I called up my friends from back home and told them that we should all trip the following weekend. They all decided this would be a great idea and we decided the best place to trip would be in the woods about 1/2 mile behind one of our friend's parents house.
So on Friday evening after my classes I drove back to my home town and stopped by my parents house to pick up all my camping gear. I brought with me a tent, sleeping bag (not that I needed it), and a back pack that contained:
1 liter bottle of captain morgans
7g of dried p. cubensis mushrooms (cambodian strain)
the acid
1/2 gallon of orange juice
several glowsticks
my sherlock style glass pipe
an 8th (3.5g) of B.C. hydro buds.
probably more stuff that I dont remember
The plan was for me to meet my friends out in the woods in the early evening. I knew they had some blotter of their own and were probably already tripping, so I decided to eat about 2 grams of shrooms on my way to meet them. When I got there I learned that my assumption was right. They each had a tab on their tongue. There was also more people at our party spot than I had originally expected. There was I, J, D, B, and this kid M who I had never met before.
After saying hi to everyone and meeting this new kid M. I told everyone to, "form a single file line" and receive a hit of liquid. It was like I was giving communion to each of them. After giving them all a hit, I gave myself one as well. I decided I wasn't going to over-do it this night, because although I considered these guys my friends, I wouldn't put it past them to steal my drugs from me while they had a head full of acid. They were pretty crazy people. Anyways, that was the last I did for acid and shrooms that night, although my friends did a lot more.
Shortly after taking the liquid I was already starting to feel the shrooms hit me. I never enjoy coming up on mushrooms. I felt waves of anxiety hit me and although I knew there was no going back, I started having second thoughts. I knew the night was going to be insane. This is all just part of the fun for me when it comes to psychedelics. I've never had a bad trip, but I always am overly apprehensive when I dose, but once I start peaking I feel extremely relieved. Coming up is the only uncomfortable part for me.
I asked if anyone had thought to bring any music with them and no one had. My friend "I" had a radio in his jeep with a tape player, but he didnt have any good tapes. I decided I still had time to walk a mile back to my parents house and see what I could find for tapes before the acid kicked in. I asked if someone wanted to go with me, and J was the only one who volunteered. Since J was already tripping hard, he didn't want to go in my house and deal with my parents. So I went in by myself and J waited at the end of my driveway around the corner. I told my parents I needed to get some music (they probablby didnt believe me) and I rummaged my room for some trance music on tape. I finally managed to find a couple of promo tapes I picked up at a rave, and the hackers 2 soundtrack. My parents told me to have a safe night
and I left.By this time I was starting to see tracers and color distortion. The sounds of nature were also becomming distorted. I couldn't tell if I was actually hearing birds chirping or if it was all part of my trip. I would hear a noise and then keep hearing that same noise again. When I got to the end of my driveway my friend J was really relieved to see me. He said, "I thought you were going to leave me here all night. I keep zoning out and I don't want to be on the road anymore, I want to get back into the woods."
By the time we got back to the woods it was completely dark out and there was multi colored stars in the sky. I also noticed lots of shooting stars which probably weren't really there.
Back at the campsite we were all tripping except for this kid M, who I didn't know. He told me he wanted more acid. I told him it probably wasnt a good idea since he didnt wait long enough for it to kick in. He told me he had done acid before (which was a lie) so he convinced me to give him 2 more drops, (huge mistake for him).
We turned on some beats, cracked the glowsticks and used our shoe laces to swing poi. This was the first time I had ever tried poi and I wasn't very good at it, but I found it extremely fun. It was the funnest thing in the world trying to swing glowsticks to the beat of the music, it completely took away any negative feelings and anxiety I might have been having and brought me to a wonderful state of mind that didn't completely go away for the rest of the night. Someone had the idea for us to stand far away from each other so we could all give each other lightshows. This was an awesome idea. Watching the light shows made me feel like I was rolling and tripping at the same time, even though I was only tripping.
We eventually ended up venturing out into the woods and were about 100 yards from our campsite. This is when M started losing his ego. He kept saying, "we need to go back, we're going to get lost in the woods", but we reassured him that we knew which way we needed to go to get back and that we could still see our fire from a distance. When we decided to go back to the campsite we discovered that M couldn't get up. He kept trying to stand up and falling down. We basically had to drag him back. This was it for him. He no longer knew his name, where he was or anything like that. He was completely unresponsive 90% of the time. Every once in a while he would talk in gibberish but we couldnt understand what he was saying. I had never seen anyone quite this fucked up before. It was kinda scary for me in the state of mind I was in, because I was wondering if he was ever going to come out of his trip. I knew he had taken way more than he should have and I felt partially responsible for not making him wait before dosing him up some more. At the same time I still had some common sense left in me, I convinced myself that he was going to be ok, and I knew he wasnt going to die or anything like that.
After we finished dealing with M, realizing there was no hope for him, my friends told me they wanted to do more acid. I gave them each another drop. After that we built up our fire as big as we could get it and sat around drinking becks beer. The alcohol didn't seem to affect me at all. I had about 10 beers that night and a few shots of captains and I didn't feel drunk at all. The acid and shrooms completely overpowered the alcohol.
We all just zoned out for an hour or so swimming around in our own thoughts and visions. I started to feel as if my body was extremely light and I felt like I was levitating from the ground, but when I looked down my feet were still touching the ground. B turned to J and asked him "is this real", and J just says "yes, this is reality" and they both laughed.
I packed several bowls full of weed laced with shrooms and we passed them around. I dont know if it was just a placebo or not but smoking the shrooms made me feel like I was tripping harder and gave me more visuals. Another hour or so, and M was still gone. He was standing there with a beer in his hand drinking it, but he still couldn't talk in sentences and he kept losing his balance and falling down. We were messing with him a little bit, I asked him if he remembered his name yet and he still said he didnt know. I told him he was on acid, tripping in the woods and he didnt say anything. Someone asked him to help collect wood for the fire and he didn't respond.
Somewhere around this point "B" started to get some crazy ideas in his head. He kept trying to convince everyone to take all the rest of the acid and drive to California. He wouldn't give up on this idea for hours. When anyone tried to talk sense into him he just wouldn't listen. I tried telling him that if we took the rest of the acid there's no way we would make it to California, we'd be on the ground rolling around thinking that we were on our way to California.
Around 4am we decided it would be a good idea to climb a mountain and watch the sun rise. Well everyone decided this would be a good idea except for "I", and M still couldn't walk or respond to us. So we asked "I" if it would be ok if we left him there and he said it was ok. Before we left we broke open our glowsticks and dumped them on ourselves. The oil from the glowsticks smelled nasty and stained our clothes, but it looked really cool at the time. I also gave everyone another round of liquid.
J drove us to the nearest mountain. It was only about a 3 mile drive but it scared the crap out of me. I didnt feel that J was in any state to be driving, although I guess he did ok.
So we climbed the mountain and waited about an hour for the sun to rise. When I finally saw the sun, it didnt look round at all, it looked all lobsided and it kept changing shape. I asked everyone why the sun wasn't round and they just told me that it can look like that sometimes. It was definately one of the coolest sunrises I've ever witnessed.
On the way down the mountain we decided to run as fast as we could. B decided to jump off a large rock and roll down the face of the mountain. I don't know how he managed to do it without getting hurt. When we got to the car J said he wanted to take us for a drive. I didnt think it was the best idea but I didnt say anything. J was driving on all these back roads making comments like "woah! the contour of this hill is insane. I love this road!"
When we finally made it back to the campsite, "I" had lost it. I think he was just pissed that we had left him there for so long with "M". He had knocked over my tent and drank the remaining half bottle of captain morgans. "M" was still standing there unable to carry on a conversation with us. B told him that he was on a permanant trip and M said "yeah, Im on a permanant trip." Then J made some comment to "I", I don't even remember what he said but the next thing I know "I" has a machette in his hand and is viciously hacking away at J! I'm not sure if he was actually trying to hit him or not but he came really close a few times. J managed to tackle "I" and had him pinned down. He was significantly larger than "I" and I thought he was going to kill him by crushing him. After a few minutes J finally got off of him. "I" told me he needed more acid so I gave him another drop. I also gave "J" a drop in the eye. He claimed he was blind for 10 minutes.
Around 10am we decided to leave the campsite. They wanted me to go to some kids house, but I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. While packing up all my stuff I realized the rain flap for my tent was gone. I think "I" probably burned it in the fire while we were gone, because I looked around for it everywhere and couldn't find it.
When "I" got in his jeep, he started driving like a maniac. When he got to the road, he peeled out in our friend's parent's driveway and took off like a bat out of hell. I thought he was going to kill himself. I was paranoid as hell. When I got home I hid my acid outside. I thought for sure "I" was going to crash his car and they would somehow find out that I had dosed him full of acid. After a while I finally managed to fall asleep. I slept from about 11:30am to 6pm. When I awoke I immediately called "I". Sure enough he had crashed his car. He didn't know how or where, but he only did some minor damage to his front end. That evening I went over to I's house and we smoked a few bowls and relaxed. I found out later that "M" finally did come out of his trip a day later and he claimed he enjoyed the experience and wanted to trip again!
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