Strawberry_lovemuffin said:
I know you guys will probably laugh at this, but I'm not keen on ever trying acid.
Freaking out and seeing shit has absolutely ZILCH appeal for me, and I've got no interest in going on a "spiritual journey" or finding myself or whatever else people say they get out of it. I've actually been offered acid (free) and said "nup".
... I like my reality enhanced, not obsured.
Well after the weekend I just had, I totally agree with this. Ive always been wary of acid but after a few other substances beforehand I didn't care anymore and decided to give acid a go. I got a few visuals etc nothing too freaky, kind of just enhanced e visuals in a way. After a while of this I thought it had worn off (it felt like 4 or 5 hours had passed) and someone gave me another trip which I took. Apparently it had only been an hour since i took the other one and it was only just coming on. Needless to say, for a first-timer this was bad news and i consequently freaked.
It was all good for a while, until I lost a sense of people there with me and thought that i was hallucinating everything. I didnt think I'd ever come out of it and had no idea where i was or what was real, or even whether there was any such thing as real life. Around this point everyone realised i wasnt coping too well and gave me orange juice. I dont know how well this actually worked, but it gave me a bit of "reality" to grab onto. Little things like I knew I owned glasses that looked like that, so there must be something real. And this feels like i am drinking something. As silly as that sounds, that helped so much.
After a few more hours I assume of bumping in and out of real and not real, I managed to make it into the shower which made me feel slightly more normal. I eventually crawled into bed with a quilt and teddy bear and organised a friend to come stay with me when everyone left. I needed someone who could make me feel safe. This was maybe 14 hours after taking the first trip; the walls were been covered in green stuff and my body was melting into the bed. Everything hurt and I was still kind of terrified of the world and ended up in tears. Eventually slept but even 5 days later Im still feeling pretty fucked over.
And apparently my freak out wasnt bad on a scale of freakouts. Which is a pretty scary thing in itself.
moral of the story: good decision Strawberry_lovemuffin, I wish I'd never changed my mind and taken it.