AndroidsDreamofBTC
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Before I start writing this trip report, I'd like to give a little bit of background information about myself to help you guys better understand some of the themes within my trip report.
One of the distinctive aspect of this trip was that I did it in the US in the company of my 'college friends'. I am originally from a different part of the world and I moved to the USA to begin my studies in a large public university in suburbia. This was a pretty large change for me. I moved from studying in a small private international school (full of rather well off students who did some pretty crazy shit) in a huge metropolis to studying in large public school in a small suburban town. While I would say that I have integrated pretty well (I speak English fluently and I would say I was generally accustomed to American culture), I still perceive things in a different manner than the average American. This is especially important considering I was dealing with acid, it tends to bring out the fundamentals within you and the people around you.
The second overarching theme for this trip was comparing my second trip to my first trip. My first trip was conducted in quite special circumstances. We did it on the birthday of one of my best friends from high school, during the summer after freshman year of college. Everything was perfect. We had a nice house to ourselves, everyone knew each other very well and I tripped with two of the three people present multiple times. We couldn't wait to at last try LSD. We had been planning to do this for almost a year now (after messing up some DOB sugar cubes during the previous summer).
Now back to the trip report...
At around 6pm, me, my buddy P and P's friend B from 'back home' decided to take a couple of hits of acid. Me and P would do 3 hits each, while B would do 2. I only knew B for a week or so since he had come to visit P for spring break. That wasn't really a problem as I thought B was a pretty cool guy and he had experience with acid before.
+ 20 minutes I could already feel a weird sense of anticipation. It's almost like you don't know what to do with yourself. Come ups can be so damn weird sometimes, you don't know where to place yourself, in 'consensus reality' or in acid land.
+ 30 minutes This chick L joins us. She seems to be a bit anxious. She just had a fight with her best friend K (we meet her later). She is talking to P about her problems and stuff. The vibes are kind of bad, but at this point it's not really an issue and I don't know L well enough to get into her problems. L leaves in like 15 minutes, she mentions that she might come back. I wonder if she really means it, or this yet another one of those little social rituals which we all engage in.
+1 hour I am starting to feel like this is going to be an intense ride. Definitely stronger than my first acid experience (2 hits). The definitive borders of various objects are starting to disappear. Colours are much brighter, things are starting to have an essence to them. Suddenly J the athlete and his buddies enter the room. J is looking for some shrooms for his buddies. P tells him that all we have is acid. By this point, I am starting to trip pretty hard. Shaking hands with J's friends feels kind of weird. I can feel a definite barrier between us and J's crew. This wasn't only a matter of us being on acid. The differences that normally stratify society and how we relate to each seemed a lot more obvious.
+ 1:20 T and his crew come over. They want to buy some weed of P. I remember them asking me what it feels like being on acid. I remember giving them a pretty confusing answer. At this point I realize that it's pretty hard to communicate. We have the visualizer and some music going, the music is starting to really dominate my mind. The separation between T's crew and us is again pretty visible. I remember thinking about how our two different groups don't really connect. Maybe I was just tripping out because I didn't really know anybody in T's crew and they hung around a little bit longer than J the athlete's crew (and I was tripping harder by this point).
+1:40 P puts on Animal Collective's "Sung Tongs" on. This music is fucking intense on acid. At one point I debate whether I should ask P to change the music, but I decide against it. B seems to be tripping out a little bit from the music. P suggests that we sit tight and enjoy the music. By this point, the trip is gathering strength and I am almost starting to worry that it will be too intense. The whole world is starting to become like a painting, the music combined with visualizer is just too intense.
At +2:00 P and B decide to go on the porch to have a smoke. I realize that there is no way having a cig would feel right. This is an interesting realization for me as I am what people call a 'social smoker', I realize that there is no point in smoking cigs. Going outside brings a whole new dimension to the trip. The essence of the trees around the house seems dominate the 'mindscape'. The falling snow creates a texture within the air. It's like reality has become 'linearized'. I see insane geometric patterns in the snow. It's like someone inserted a geometric overlay into the snow.
By this point, we are all tripping very hard. We keep cracking up in communal fits of laughter. Dark Side of the Moon and and the trance remix by The Orb keep us entertained. It has become hard to visualize the world in normal kind of way. You know how the world is normally like full of 3D objects, well for me everything seems like a 2D overlay. It seems I was unable to understand the concept of depth perception. Yet everything still has it's own distinct 'essence'. Then craziest thing happens. I see an image of myself embedded into the fabric of reality. No matter which way I look, this overlay seems to persist. This kind of freaks me out. I start tripping out and wondering if this will stop. These overlays of myself keep popping up over the next few hours, however I quickly get used to them and stop worrying about them.
The next two or three hours are pretty hectic. Communication is hard. We keep tripping on the music and the visualizer. We have a bunch of bong hits. It doesn't really do that much, however I still want to smoke, I wonder why? We engage in very compulsive behaviors. Ego loss is very natural, I am not really bothered by my lack of identity. Lack of depth perception seems a lot more substantial. The world seems like painting. We listen to some nice dub. "Laika comes Home" by the Spacemonkeyz, a dub remix of Gorillaz' first album. I think the name of album is pretty interesting, I feel some sort of undercurrent of meloncholy. It's not distinct however, there is definitely something more to it. I am not sure about the exact timing, but I think sometime during this period P puts "Trailer Park Boys" on TV. I remember it being pretty crazy.
Sometime during the next three hours, we end up on the porch. I remember J (P's housemate) leaving the house to go pre-game as we were standing on the porch. I remember noticing how her essence slowly leaves the orbit of our little tripping community. I wonder why we don't really notice these kind of things while sober. I feel like it would probably make the world a better place. Acid is wonderful in how it opens up new ways of understanding people and 'feeling' the world around you.
Sometime after +5:30. K the sorority girl joins us in our trip room. She is drunk. This is the same K that had a fight with L who hung out wiht us during the come up. She says some stuff about their fight, the stuff she says seems kind of distant. When K realized that we are all tripping (surprise!), she says something like "oh, well as long as P understands what I am saying I am happy." I definitely feel a bad vibe from this statement. I kind of wish that I told her that just because I am on acid doesn't mean that I can't understand what she is saying. At the time, I just ignore her comment. It doesn't seem very important. Her behavior almost seems kind of funny. Her comment seems like some sort of intricate social act, in the acid headspace it seems almost meaningless.
J the housemate comes back and tries to make sure that we won't leave. I remember thinking about how cute J looks. I try and convince her that there is no way we are going anywhere in this state and in this weather. J and K go up to J's room to get ready. Pretty soon C and his crew over to buy some coke. Group barriers once again become obvious. Communicating with C's crew is still quite hard, even though the trip is much more manageable than during the peak. Pretty soon J, K, S and some other girl come down and join us. Our trip room is pretty packed at this point. I find it funny that the dudes dominate the couch area in front of the TV, while the chicks are on the side. Yet the real 'center' of the room tends towards area where the girls are sitting (or maybe its just me?). We keep passing the bong. Smoking is nice and relaxing. It's funny seeing how people interact. You can see the hierarchies we create just from the body language and and the vocal dynamics. The girls start a petty fight over which song to play last, I get bad vibes from their bitchin. P's coke contact is late, C and his crew are still waiting for the goods. Eventually the girls leave to the some club, they ask us if we want to tag along. I consider the implications of their offer (once again I think about J looking cute). Obviously we don't join them.
~ +6:30. P's coke contact arrives. P and C's crew snort a few lines while me and B have bong hits. C and his crew leave, leaving us a lighter. At around +7:20, M the frat boy joins us. M, P and B have a few lines. I remembering wondering whether I want one, I decided that I didn't want any coke. M starts talking about his frat stuff. I am not really in a mood for this kind of stuff, although some of the stuff he talks about is pretty interesting I guess. We keep having bong hits until around +8:30. At this point I decide to go back home. The walk in the cold is kind of annoying. I am not able to sleep straight away, but to my surprise after around 20 minutes I am able to fall asleep.
My first acid trip in the US was very interesting, It was definitely a very different experience from my first trip 'back home'. The constant flow of people and the inability to go outside because of the cold (and we were too fucked up to go walking around during first 4-5 hours of the trip) had an effect on the overall feel of the trip. My second trip also seemed a lot more 'normal' than my first trip, despite the fact that the peak of the second trip was much more intense than the peak of the first trip. On your second trip you have a frame of reference which can make the overall experience more predictable.
One of the distinctive aspect of this trip was that I did it in the US in the company of my 'college friends'. I am originally from a different part of the world and I moved to the USA to begin my studies in a large public university in suburbia. This was a pretty large change for me. I moved from studying in a small private international school (full of rather well off students who did some pretty crazy shit) in a huge metropolis to studying in large public school in a small suburban town. While I would say that I have integrated pretty well (I speak English fluently and I would say I was generally accustomed to American culture), I still perceive things in a different manner than the average American. This is especially important considering I was dealing with acid, it tends to bring out the fundamentals within you and the people around you.
The second overarching theme for this trip was comparing my second trip to my first trip. My first trip was conducted in quite special circumstances. We did it on the birthday of one of my best friends from high school, during the summer after freshman year of college. Everything was perfect. We had a nice house to ourselves, everyone knew each other very well and I tripped with two of the three people present multiple times. We couldn't wait to at last try LSD. We had been planning to do this for almost a year now (after messing up some DOB sugar cubes during the previous summer).
Now back to the trip report...
At around 6pm, me, my buddy P and P's friend B from 'back home' decided to take a couple of hits of acid. Me and P would do 3 hits each, while B would do 2. I only knew B for a week or so since he had come to visit P for spring break. That wasn't really a problem as I thought B was a pretty cool guy and he had experience with acid before.
+ 20 minutes I could already feel a weird sense of anticipation. It's almost like you don't know what to do with yourself. Come ups can be so damn weird sometimes, you don't know where to place yourself, in 'consensus reality' or in acid land.
+ 30 minutes This chick L joins us. She seems to be a bit anxious. She just had a fight with her best friend K (we meet her later). She is talking to P about her problems and stuff. The vibes are kind of bad, but at this point it's not really an issue and I don't know L well enough to get into her problems. L leaves in like 15 minutes, she mentions that she might come back. I wonder if she really means it, or this yet another one of those little social rituals which we all engage in.
+1 hour I am starting to feel like this is going to be an intense ride. Definitely stronger than my first acid experience (2 hits). The definitive borders of various objects are starting to disappear. Colours are much brighter, things are starting to have an essence to them. Suddenly J the athlete and his buddies enter the room. J is looking for some shrooms for his buddies. P tells him that all we have is acid. By this point, I am starting to trip pretty hard. Shaking hands with J's friends feels kind of weird. I can feel a definite barrier between us and J's crew. This wasn't only a matter of us being on acid. The differences that normally stratify society and how we relate to each seemed a lot more obvious.
+ 1:20 T and his crew come over. They want to buy some weed of P. I remember them asking me what it feels like being on acid. I remember giving them a pretty confusing answer. At this point I realize that it's pretty hard to communicate. We have the visualizer and some music going, the music is starting to really dominate my mind. The separation between T's crew and us is again pretty visible. I remember thinking about how our two different groups don't really connect. Maybe I was just tripping out because I didn't really know anybody in T's crew and they hung around a little bit longer than J the athlete's crew (and I was tripping harder by this point).
+1:40 P puts on Animal Collective's "Sung Tongs" on. This music is fucking intense on acid. At one point I debate whether I should ask P to change the music, but I decide against it. B seems to be tripping out a little bit from the music. P suggests that we sit tight and enjoy the music. By this point, the trip is gathering strength and I am almost starting to worry that it will be too intense. The whole world is starting to become like a painting, the music combined with visualizer is just too intense.
At +2:00 P and B decide to go on the porch to have a smoke. I realize that there is no way having a cig would feel right. This is an interesting realization for me as I am what people call a 'social smoker', I realize that there is no point in smoking cigs. Going outside brings a whole new dimension to the trip. The essence of the trees around the house seems dominate the 'mindscape'. The falling snow creates a texture within the air. It's like reality has become 'linearized'. I see insane geometric patterns in the snow. It's like someone inserted a geometric overlay into the snow.
By this point, we are all tripping very hard. We keep cracking up in communal fits of laughter. Dark Side of the Moon and and the trance remix by The Orb keep us entertained. It has become hard to visualize the world in normal kind of way. You know how the world is normally like full of 3D objects, well for me everything seems like a 2D overlay. It seems I was unable to understand the concept of depth perception. Yet everything still has it's own distinct 'essence'. Then craziest thing happens. I see an image of myself embedded into the fabric of reality. No matter which way I look, this overlay seems to persist. This kind of freaks me out. I start tripping out and wondering if this will stop. These overlays of myself keep popping up over the next few hours, however I quickly get used to them and stop worrying about them.
The next two or three hours are pretty hectic. Communication is hard. We keep tripping on the music and the visualizer. We have a bunch of bong hits. It doesn't really do that much, however I still want to smoke, I wonder why? We engage in very compulsive behaviors. Ego loss is very natural, I am not really bothered by my lack of identity. Lack of depth perception seems a lot more substantial. The world seems like painting. We listen to some nice dub. "Laika comes Home" by the Spacemonkeyz, a dub remix of Gorillaz' first album. I think the name of album is pretty interesting, I feel some sort of undercurrent of meloncholy. It's not distinct however, there is definitely something more to it. I am not sure about the exact timing, but I think sometime during this period P puts "Trailer Park Boys" on TV. I remember it being pretty crazy.
Sometime during the next three hours, we end up on the porch. I remember J (P's housemate) leaving the house to go pre-game as we were standing on the porch. I remember noticing how her essence slowly leaves the orbit of our little tripping community. I wonder why we don't really notice these kind of things while sober. I feel like it would probably make the world a better place. Acid is wonderful in how it opens up new ways of understanding people and 'feeling' the world around you.
Sometime after +5:30. K the sorority girl joins us in our trip room. She is drunk. This is the same K that had a fight with L who hung out wiht us during the come up. She says some stuff about their fight, the stuff she says seems kind of distant. When K realized that we are all tripping (surprise!), she says something like "oh, well as long as P understands what I am saying I am happy." I definitely feel a bad vibe from this statement. I kind of wish that I told her that just because I am on acid doesn't mean that I can't understand what she is saying. At the time, I just ignore her comment. It doesn't seem very important. Her behavior almost seems kind of funny. Her comment seems like some sort of intricate social act, in the acid headspace it seems almost meaningless.
J the housemate comes back and tries to make sure that we won't leave. I remember thinking about how cute J looks. I try and convince her that there is no way we are going anywhere in this state and in this weather. J and K go up to J's room to get ready. Pretty soon C and his crew over to buy some coke. Group barriers once again become obvious. Communicating with C's crew is still quite hard, even though the trip is much more manageable than during the peak. Pretty soon J, K, S and some other girl come down and join us. Our trip room is pretty packed at this point. I find it funny that the dudes dominate the couch area in front of the TV, while the chicks are on the side. Yet the real 'center' of the room tends towards area where the girls are sitting (or maybe its just me?). We keep passing the bong. Smoking is nice and relaxing. It's funny seeing how people interact. You can see the hierarchies we create just from the body language and and the vocal dynamics. The girls start a petty fight over which song to play last, I get bad vibes from their bitchin. P's coke contact is late, C and his crew are still waiting for the goods. Eventually the girls leave to the some club, they ask us if we want to tag along. I consider the implications of their offer (once again I think about J looking cute). Obviously we don't join them.
~ +6:30. P's coke contact arrives. P and C's crew snort a few lines while me and B have bong hits. C and his crew leave, leaving us a lighter. At around +7:20, M the frat boy joins us. M, P and B have a few lines. I remembering wondering whether I want one, I decided that I didn't want any coke. M starts talking about his frat stuff. I am not really in a mood for this kind of stuff, although some of the stuff he talks about is pretty interesting I guess. We keep having bong hits until around +8:30. At this point I decide to go back home. The walk in the cold is kind of annoying. I am not able to sleep straight away, but to my surprise after around 20 minutes I am able to fall asleep.
My first acid trip in the US was very interesting, It was definitely a very different experience from my first trip 'back home'. The constant flow of people and the inability to go outside because of the cold (and we were too fucked up to go walking around during first 4-5 hours of the trip) had an effect on the overall feel of the trip. My second trip also seemed a lot more 'normal' than my first trip, despite the fact that the peak of the second trip was much more intense than the peak of the first trip. On your second trip you have a frame of reference which can make the overall experience more predictable.
