1st time doing lsd last night
if you want the tl;dr feel free to just respond to the thread title
I read so much about it, so many trip reports good and bad, so many drug facts and all this shit about set and setting. Wasn't prepared at all for what happened though.
It started out great, my friend and I were having a good time on 3 hits each. Then my brother walks in the door noticeably drunk (immediate anxiety at this point) and pissed off about a girl and he's ranting a bit, shit's getting worse and worse and he asks what I'm on because it's obvious I'm on something.
I end up telling him and I'm stressing the fact that he needs to be cool about it and not fuck with me, and while I'm talking to him he says something like "LOOK OUT FOR THAT SNOWMAN." I wasn't so retarded I actually saw a snowman from this, but the fact that he was fucking with me knowing I was in that state completely obliterated me, I felt absolutely betrayed. I couldn't even talk to him at that point, I started sending him messages on the computer about how hard he's making it on me and I'm talking to myself saying if I just wait it out it will be ok.. seconds later I type "give me a gun" and at that point I feel more suicidal than I've ever been in my life, I would have ended the entire world if I had the power, because I didn't know what mattered to me anymore.
From that point on I'm simply psychotic. I don't know what life is, I don't know what it feels like to be human, and I'm desperately trying to be reminded. He realizes how badly he just fucked my world up but at that point even if he's trying to be nice I'm just paranoid and twisting everything he says like it's against me. He won't let me call my mom or anyone else because he thinks I'll spread the word and fuck myself over, but in my head he's making me a prisoner so he can keep me there for his own amusement. I ended up calling my mom and asked her to come over, he calls her back and tells her not to come and steals my cellphone battery. I finally get my hands on the house phone and tell her to come over no matter what he says.
After a few hours with her, interrogating her trying to make her convince me that she's real and I'm not just conversing in my head, I finally get back into a noticeable reality. It's like I died and totally rebuilt myself. I still tripped for several hours, can't look at the ceiling without it bursting into a million patterns and then forming the shape of a badass amphibian all in unison with the music, from that point on I was fine..
Anyways, what the hell can you do when someone's fucking with you like that to be funny? Saying shit like "look out! your desk is covered in bugs!" etc.. I don't want this to be my last trip, I've been interested in psychedelics for a long time, but I don't want to risk being suicidal.
I'm still pretty fucked up over all the things I saw, like I really didn't know what it meant to be alive. All my memories seemed surrounded by acid, I'd try to remember something from my past and it would be a chaotic tripped out version of it. That hasn't changed much either, like all the events leading up to this are part of that trip. I'm having trouble talking to people, I feel like I haven't seen my friends or family in years, and if I tried to communicate they wouldn't even know what I was trying to get across. I don't feel depressed anymore, I just feel "fucked".. no trip report could do this justice, and nothing I've read over the past few months could have prepared me for this.
if you want the tl;dr feel free to just respond to the thread title
I read so much about it, so many trip reports good and bad, so many drug facts and all this shit about set and setting. Wasn't prepared at all for what happened though.
It started out great, my friend and I were having a good time on 3 hits each. Then my brother walks in the door noticeably drunk (immediate anxiety at this point) and pissed off about a girl and he's ranting a bit, shit's getting worse and worse and he asks what I'm on because it's obvious I'm on something.
I end up telling him and I'm stressing the fact that he needs to be cool about it and not fuck with me, and while I'm talking to him he says something like "LOOK OUT FOR THAT SNOWMAN." I wasn't so retarded I actually saw a snowman from this, but the fact that he was fucking with me knowing I was in that state completely obliterated me, I felt absolutely betrayed. I couldn't even talk to him at that point, I started sending him messages on the computer about how hard he's making it on me and I'm talking to myself saying if I just wait it out it will be ok.. seconds later I type "give me a gun" and at that point I feel more suicidal than I've ever been in my life, I would have ended the entire world if I had the power, because I didn't know what mattered to me anymore.
From that point on I'm simply psychotic. I don't know what life is, I don't know what it feels like to be human, and I'm desperately trying to be reminded. He realizes how badly he just fucked my world up but at that point even if he's trying to be nice I'm just paranoid and twisting everything he says like it's against me. He won't let me call my mom or anyone else because he thinks I'll spread the word and fuck myself over, but in my head he's making me a prisoner so he can keep me there for his own amusement. I ended up calling my mom and asked her to come over, he calls her back and tells her not to come and steals my cellphone battery. I finally get my hands on the house phone and tell her to come over no matter what he says.
After a few hours with her, interrogating her trying to make her convince me that she's real and I'm not just conversing in my head, I finally get back into a noticeable reality. It's like I died and totally rebuilt myself. I still tripped for several hours, can't look at the ceiling without it bursting into a million patterns and then forming the shape of a badass amphibian all in unison with the music, from that point on I was fine..
Anyways, what the hell can you do when someone's fucking with you like that to be funny? Saying shit like "look out! your desk is covered in bugs!" etc.. I don't want this to be my last trip, I've been interested in psychedelics for a long time, but I don't want to risk being suicidal.
I'm still pretty fucked up over all the things I saw, like I really didn't know what it meant to be alive. All my memories seemed surrounded by acid, I'd try to remember something from my past and it would be a chaotic tripped out version of it. That hasn't changed much either, like all the events leading up to this are part of that trip. I'm having trouble talking to people, I feel like I haven't seen my friends or family in years, and if I tried to communicate they wouldn't even know what I was trying to get across. I don't feel depressed anymore, I just feel "fucked".. no trip report could do this justice, and nothing I've read over the past few months could have prepared me for this.