mildly lost, kind of found.

[nearlyworthless]

I dont ask for help...but you cats seem like the experts, and i have nowhere else to turn-sorry about your luck.

Ive tripped on lsd 3 times. the first with a friend at a "party", the second with a friend at his house, and the third alone in a public park.

I got sober for a year a few months after my first trip due to legal...setbacks. Started smoking pot and drinking again, and decided to trip when the situation turned up (as i knew it would). I trip at my friends house with 2 of my friends and it was incredible...came down smooth, everything was clean and beautiful the entire time. Stored the rest of the blotter in my freezer.

This story will sound manufactured, but not unbelievable.

A week ish goes by and i decide to trip again. I go to my favorite spot, a park that walks a river with all kinds of side trails and train tracks and what not. I dose 3 hits 10 minutes before I park my car. I start walking the trail that leads to the main park ( 3 mile hike through an awesome scenic area surrounding my city) I get to a traintrack overpass as a train comes by. Im sweaty and tired and im staring at this train passing under me, and i start tripping hard. Im in this park wandering around for what seems like 5 hours, probably more like 2 in reality, and it starts pouring..thunder and lightning, flash flooding...all of it. I start freaking out...I have a 3 mile hike back to my car through some pretty intense territory. When i say intense, I mean-territory that id rather not be caught in during such a storm..especially not while facing. I hope I haven't bored you guys...but im going into details about this trip back to my car (pun intended of course) as I see it fairly pertinent.
I start my journey back to my car. The terrain is slippery red clay with moderately steep grade. The rain isnt stopping, all the side trails look familiar, im soaking wet, Im doing my best to stay calm and keep walking. I get to a section that I remember, the top of the "main hill" we'll call it. I can see the city, and it stops raining for a few seconds. Of course- on the top of this "main hill" Is one of the largest, one of the oldest, and one of the most famous graveyards that i know of. It starts pouring again. The water is washing over my feet, when the thought crosses my mind... " Im absorbing death". I get frantic and cant wait to get back to the safety of my car, so I run. Dangerously and clumsily sliding down hills to the point of making Bear Grylls jealous of my skills. Im peaking the entire time because of circumstance..I get lost a few times, end up back at the top of the hill after i left it, trees blocking my path that im not sure were ever there. I finally manage to make it to the end of the "main hill" and seriously almost had an orgasm as the rain turns into a drizzle. I felt that i had just beaten death, Proud of myself for handling such a situation, and knowing I had just added a notch on my story belt I continue walking on the path in front of me. It is now dark and I have less than .25 miles to my car.
From the "main hill" path to the parking lot there is a series of bridges above the trail. I walk underneath one and i see the parking lot. I notice 2 guys under the overpass to my left..i continue walking. Out of nowhere, one of the guys runs up behind me saying something, so I stop. He says something along the lines of needing a lighter, I told him I didnt smoke (which i do). Something flashes at me from his hand. This little shithead has a knife..locked opened and gripping that shit as if to do something with it. In a matter of a few seconds I second guess his molecular structure and realize...if this cat is real...Hes about to stab me. So i put my hand on his wrist and say "dont come at me with a knife under a bridge". He's shaking as he closes the knife and mumbles asking me if I was the same guy that he saw at Rite Aid earlier. I reply with "nah man, im not from around here" and I look into his eyes...his pupils were as big and black as mine were and he says "Im not from around here either". I run to my car...full sprint.

As previously stated...I have tripped before. I have had hallucinations that seemed to be real at the time, that i later realize were hallucinations.

Can you touch hallucinations if you want to? Can you be haunted by hallucinations? etc.

I havent spoken of this situation to anyone simply because i wouldnt expect them to understand.

Any advice or thought on ^ is appreciated greatly...But here is where I would like some ideas. This trip happened about four months ago, Ever since...I have been a different person, as if the life was sucked out of me. I dont know what to trust or what to believe or what to think. The other day i had the idea of tripping again. Maybe to loosen me back up, see beauty again instead of disgust in humanity, maybe to stop hating life..maybe? Ive had excellent experiences before this last one, so Im not scared of it, I just dont know if its the right thing to do for my mind. Maybe the trip has nothing to do with why im feeling the way ive been feeling. Maybe holding that story in was keeping the negativity embedded...who knows...you?

 

[Wise420]

It seems like this all came down to your setting. If you had tripped at home it would have been a different sotry obviously.

But it sounds intense as fuck man, sorry to hear you had to run into a dude(which is bad enough on 3 hits!) but even worse the cunt pulled a knife on you, that would have been scary as I imagine.

You can become extremely overwhelmed on LSD when things are going agaisnt you, especially when your alone. The hallucinations you get on L, can cause extreme anxiety and paranoia and a real major mind fuck, it seems like once you believe something, wheather it's true or not(for example. you notice someone behind you going for a walk, but you think there after you and are going to kill you) it soon's spirals out of control and your whole trip is then situated around those particular thoughts.

In regards to how you think and act now after you've tripped, alot of people including myself can say our veiws on reality and life change after strong trips, and this sounds like the case with you.

Next time you trip choose a safer set to trip in. One thing I hate about going on walks while on LSD is interaction with people, even if it is just asking for a lighter.

Good luck with your next trip. BTW, welcome to BL

 

[moe.ron]

yah he was definitely real if thats what you're asking... I think that although lsd is an extremely versatile substance that can create quite a large spectrum of effects from person to person, a hallucination like the one you describe would only come about from deliriant type drugs. I could see maybe a man on acid imagining the other man had a knife, you know just misinterpreting a situation, but what you describe sounds very vivid and real.

Bad things happen, and when they happen on psychedelics it can be a very depersonalizing combo... i mean life is what it is you cant really explain it. Sometimes things go good, sometimes they go bad, its never fair, and the universe is completely indifferent to your peace of mind. There will always be reasons to find disgust with humanity, just like there will always be the beauty. In a perfect world we'd find what we look for, but you get what you get.

Anyways if you think tripping again would be an enjoyable and worthwhile experience then I would say go for it, but if you're worried about it why not wait and evaluate where yer at right now

 

[tastethealex]

Personally the story before hand sounds like one to remember, up until the running into the strangers. Although it is highly possible that due to the drugs you completely misunderstood the situation. a couple people hanging out under a bridge when its raining is a bit shady... these guys also sound a bit like jokesters, probably trying to scare you with the knife, but never intending to use it. And also, I would have probably said "I'm not from around here, either" if someone saw me playing with a knife under a bridge in the rain...

 

[The Hebrew Hammer]

that sounds like a crazy trip. Whether on acid or not, that would be intense.

It would be kinda funny if they guy wasnt holding a knife, but a spoon and a cup of pudding or something harmless lol ....

Its possible it was a pipe too... maybe they were just wanting to smoke lol....

but either way, when in doubt, sprint like a mofo to your car and lock the doors lol.

 

[Fishy80]

I would suggest against ever bringing self protection, I know nobody said that, but it should be said not to, as that could turn into self destruction obviously...



Very interesting story, I don't think the people were hallucinations, the knife may have been something different, and the way he moved it could have made it seem like a knife, maybe it was a cigarette he wanted lit, or maybe a pack? I dunno, but under a bridge just chillin during rainy day, heading INTO the park sounds like sketchy people... it may really have been a knife...

I'd say look at this for what it possibly was.... with the L in your system, you made it back safely even though you had obstacles, so imagine how great it will be to have a properly planned trip, maybe with someone this time, where nothing goes wrong, and you just have a good time again..

I don't know if you can touch hallucinations, as even on 5 hits of acid the only hallucination I know I've seen is some shadows shifting across a wall.... not exactly something you could touch real or not...

I know every single time I have smoked Salvia in the past, I get a distinct physical feeling, for example, I was on my couch once and I was sort of being sandwiched between the ceiling and the couch and I physically FELT the ceiling hitting me over and over like a slap in the face, every time it happened I would start laughing more and more, and when I started to come out of it and back to normality, I could still lightly feel the slapping against the outside of my lips and cheeks...

 

[nearlyworthless]

Thanks for all the responses so far. I wish i would have found this forum years ago. I read alot of info this morning regarding psychedelics that would have completely changed my perspective prior to experimentation. Probably... who knows.

If he was real, the knife was real. I omitted one chapter of the "under the bridge" scenario because its just too ridiculous -as he was folding the knife up and putting it into his pocket, we look down at his thumb, i distinctly remember a red blood line running the length of it. His hand was shaking and then he proceeded with the questions.

Im glad to know he was real because now i can forgive him and move the fuck on. I doubted his existence and thought i was just crazy. I feel better already just by getting it out of my brain and into the open. And i feel a whole lot better knowing he was real. The whole trip was incredible, and im sure i wouldnt be able to forget any of it even if i wanted to.

@ the hebrew hammer - the pudding comment cracked me up.

 

[Legerity]

That's a pretty heavy experience...I'm sure anybody would be affected by that.

It doesn't really have to mean anything, or it can mean what you want it to mean. It seems that the experience has altered your perception to a point that you feel has taken away something from your life. If our perception is this malleable then you can flip the switch and see things in a completely different light once again. Doesn't necessarily have to be by tripping again, which is of course an option, but you can do it yourself.

You can say he is real or unreal, but this question can be asked about the entire psychedelic experience, in addition to our everyday waking state. We consider one level of consciousness to be more real than another, but who says that this is the case. What makes something real or unreal?