Tripped2Hard
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- Jan 24, 2005
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I may be done taking acid now. Not because I had a bad experience, but I think I have now gotten as high as you can.
Some months ago, I obtained a vial of acid -- about 80 "drops" worth, and while 10 drops made for an excellently intense experience, it occured to me that this may be my last chance to take a truly massive dose of acid -- something I've always wanted to do. So, I save the last 2/3rds of the vial for a special occasion.
That special occasion came about on a business jaunt. I knew i'd be on the road, away from anybody I knew, and staying in a hotel room where I could have absolute privacy if that's what I wanted, plus a bar where I could sit and watch people without having to talk with anybody. The coup de grace was I arranged for a call girl to come to my room that evening. I've always felt really horny while tripping, and then two longtime fantasies could be realised at one -- HARDCORE tripping and sex during it!
I made the arrangements for the lady at 8:30PM, and drank the acid at 6:30. I went down to the bar and had a couple of beers, waiting for the 'cid to take effect. It came on pretty quickly, as liquid tends to do, due to rapid absorption through mucous membranes (I treated the 'cid like mouthwash -- swishing around in my mouth before swallowing). At about 7:30 I went up to my room.
By now the acid was coming on very strong, and I wondered vaguely if I should have had the girl come by at 7:30 instead. Full blown headrushes, accompanied by swirling colors and odd swooshing sounds filled my senses, and it was really wonderful. I felt like I was flying through space at a million miles an hour towards infinity. Never did I wonder if I had taken too much -- I know I would not freak out -- set and setting were perfectly planned for an ultimate trip.
Soon it didn't seem to matter whether my eyes were open, or if I was awake or asleep -- those details were irrelevent. I was awash in a sea of psychedelia and loving it. Then my cell phone rang and I struggled to answer it. I seemed to have 20 arms, 100 hands, 1000 fingers and pushing the buttons was very difficult. It was the girl! Oh shit, I had forgotten about that! She was right outside my door!
OK, let's maintain, I told myself, this is what you wanted, right? I opened the door and there she was, but visually, it was difficult to distinguish her from the swirling hallucinations that dominated my senses. She was trailing colors and streaming lights from every part of her, but so were the walls and the floor and me - oh my!
I invited her in, and was proud how normal I think I sounded, but again, it was a struggle to tell if I saw something, or thought I saw something, or said something, or THOUGHT I said something. Time was no reference -- when I blinked my eyes,. they might have been shut for an instant, or for a minute. I was having a little trouble keeping track of where she was in the room, and began to imagine maybe that there were several girls in the room instead. Everytime she spoke, I seemed to be surprised as to where the sound was coming from.
"So what do you want to do"? She asked, smiling. This is where I ran into trouble. It was hard enough to determine where I was, where the room was, whether I was awake or dreaming, and where she was. Answering a question, forming a thought, and then expressing it, was beyond me. Gathering all the threads of my shattered mind, I managed to say "You know, whatever". When I was able to discern where she was, and where her form was separated from the psychedelic stew, I could see she WAS pretty, and dressed to look very sexy, but I could not sustain conscious grip on physical realities for any length of time. She tried to make some small talk with me, but I'm afraid my answers were not very sensical (I don't even remember them.)
Then, she said "You have anything to drink around here?" -- and again, the direction from which the voice came took me by surprise. The theory that there were actually several girls in the room made more sense, and I sort of decided (dreamed?) that this was how it was, and the girls wanted a drink. But I couldn't form any thoughts to make any suggestions. "You like vodka, gin?" she asked, either trying to be helpful or determining if maybe I was the drunkest person she had ever encountered. "Uh, a drink is good", I said, or something to that effect, and one the of other girls said "I can get us a bottle", and I said "Ok, that sounds good", and for some time after that, I believed I was in the room with the remaining girls while the one had gone to get the bottle.
After a time, it occured to me that I should continue talking to the other girls while we waited and made an effort to see where they were in the room. They didn't seem to be anywhere! And then I remembered, from the deep recesses of my whacked out mind, that there had been only one girl! And she was gone - no doubt, glad to escape from the gooned out monster that I presented to her. Ah, well -- I had achieved one of my dearest dreams, but it was not compatible with the other dream. I was flat out spaced out of my ever-lovin' mind, and didn't have enough connection to the "real" world to even get laid!
I stayed in my room for another period of time (if I had to guess, maybe 2 hours) then wandered down the bar, where I had a GREAT time watching people come and go, and interact with each other. I felt so happy -- everything was profoundly beautiful, and I loved all the people around me, as they put on a psychedelic light show with their every movement.
I feel bad about the gal that came by and was probably spooked by a fella too tripped-to-trot, but she's burned into my memory of this trip for the part that she played. (Hell, she got her money, and it was easy money!) I have been profoundly spaced many times before, but never so deeply spaced that I couldn't distinguish thought from action, or sleep from awake -- the view inside my head was indistiguishable from the view outside my head, and it was a very profound experience. I have been somewhere few people have gone, and glad that I made it back.
Some months ago, I obtained a vial of acid -- about 80 "drops" worth, and while 10 drops made for an excellently intense experience, it occured to me that this may be my last chance to take a truly massive dose of acid -- something I've always wanted to do. So, I save the last 2/3rds of the vial for a special occasion.
That special occasion came about on a business jaunt. I knew i'd be on the road, away from anybody I knew, and staying in a hotel room where I could have absolute privacy if that's what I wanted, plus a bar where I could sit and watch people without having to talk with anybody. The coup de grace was I arranged for a call girl to come to my room that evening. I've always felt really horny while tripping, and then two longtime fantasies could be realised at one -- HARDCORE tripping and sex during it!
I made the arrangements for the lady at 8:30PM, and drank the acid at 6:30. I went down to the bar and had a couple of beers, waiting for the 'cid to take effect. It came on pretty quickly, as liquid tends to do, due to rapid absorption through mucous membranes (I treated the 'cid like mouthwash -- swishing around in my mouth before swallowing). At about 7:30 I went up to my room.
By now the acid was coming on very strong, and I wondered vaguely if I should have had the girl come by at 7:30 instead. Full blown headrushes, accompanied by swirling colors and odd swooshing sounds filled my senses, and it was really wonderful. I felt like I was flying through space at a million miles an hour towards infinity. Never did I wonder if I had taken too much -- I know I would not freak out -- set and setting were perfectly planned for an ultimate trip.
Soon it didn't seem to matter whether my eyes were open, or if I was awake or asleep -- those details were irrelevent. I was awash in a sea of psychedelia and loving it. Then my cell phone rang and I struggled to answer it. I seemed to have 20 arms, 100 hands, 1000 fingers and pushing the buttons was very difficult. It was the girl! Oh shit, I had forgotten about that! She was right outside my door!
OK, let's maintain, I told myself, this is what you wanted, right? I opened the door and there she was, but visually, it was difficult to distinguish her from the swirling hallucinations that dominated my senses. She was trailing colors and streaming lights from every part of her, but so were the walls and the floor and me - oh my!
I invited her in, and was proud how normal I think I sounded, but again, it was a struggle to tell if I saw something, or thought I saw something, or said something, or THOUGHT I said something. Time was no reference -- when I blinked my eyes,. they might have been shut for an instant, or for a minute. I was having a little trouble keeping track of where she was in the room, and began to imagine maybe that there were several girls in the room instead. Everytime she spoke, I seemed to be surprised as to where the sound was coming from.
"So what do you want to do"? She asked, smiling. This is where I ran into trouble. It was hard enough to determine where I was, where the room was, whether I was awake or dreaming, and where she was. Answering a question, forming a thought, and then expressing it, was beyond me. Gathering all the threads of my shattered mind, I managed to say "You know, whatever". When I was able to discern where she was, and where her form was separated from the psychedelic stew, I could see she WAS pretty, and dressed to look very sexy, but I could not sustain conscious grip on physical realities for any length of time. She tried to make some small talk with me, but I'm afraid my answers were not very sensical (I don't even remember them.)
Then, she said "You have anything to drink around here?" -- and again, the direction from which the voice came took me by surprise. The theory that there were actually several girls in the room made more sense, and I sort of decided (dreamed?) that this was how it was, and the girls wanted a drink. But I couldn't form any thoughts to make any suggestions. "You like vodka, gin?" she asked, either trying to be helpful or determining if maybe I was the drunkest person she had ever encountered. "Uh, a drink is good", I said, or something to that effect, and one the of other girls said "I can get us a bottle", and I said "Ok, that sounds good", and for some time after that, I believed I was in the room with the remaining girls while the one had gone to get the bottle.
After a time, it occured to me that I should continue talking to the other girls while we waited and made an effort to see where they were in the room. They didn't seem to be anywhere! And then I remembered, from the deep recesses of my whacked out mind, that there had been only one girl! And she was gone - no doubt, glad to escape from the gooned out monster that I presented to her. Ah, well -- I had achieved one of my dearest dreams, but it was not compatible with the other dream. I was flat out spaced out of my ever-lovin' mind, and didn't have enough connection to the "real" world to even get laid!
I stayed in my room for another period of time (if I had to guess, maybe 2 hours) then wandered down the bar, where I had a GREAT time watching people come and go, and interact with each other. I felt so happy -- everything was profoundly beautiful, and I loved all the people around me, as they put on a psychedelic light show with their every movement.
I feel bad about the gal that came by and was probably spooked by a fella too tripped-to-trot, but she's burned into my memory of this trip for the part that she played. (Hell, she got her money, and it was easy money!) I have been profoundly spaced many times before, but never so deeply spaced that I couldn't distinguish thought from action, or sleep from awake -- the view inside my head was indistiguishable from the view outside my head, and it was a very profound experience. I have been somewhere few people have gone, and glad that I made it back.
I was simply making a quip as to the possible dosage. 