I gotta say, fellas, I had my first trip just the other day at Smile. I was candy flippin', off a double-stacked Red Star and a sugar cube dropped with some damned good acid. It was both kick ass and scary, alternating at different points. About 15 minutes after I dropped it, I started to feel a little freaky, and after that, all hell broke loose inside my head. That venue was perfect for a trip, too.. outside, the weather was only slightly cool, and the walls were covered in tons of graffiti. Everything looked two-dimensional. But when I went inside to the trance room.. good lord. I have never seen so many lasers in my life, and they never looked so screwed up. The music drowned out all other sound, and I seemed to breathe in time with every beat. For a good period of time, I was sitting with my back to the woofers by the stage, feeling the music more than hearing it, and I knew what it was like to be truly and clinically insane. I would have brief flashes of memory from when I was a little kid, and people and things around me faded in and out of my vision all night. I was there with my boyfriend, and I became fixated on him for long periods of time, just watching him dance. He somehow became my universe.
The most distinct part of the night, the part I remember most vividly, was standing in the center of the trance room, trying to figure out what was real, and I was looking straight into the streams of green laser beams from the stage. My boyfriend was feeling the roll more than the trip, so he couldn't help but dance. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was all I could see; everything else was completely black, shot through by laserbeams and glowstix tracers. All I could hear and feel was the beat of the music, perfectly in time, and then everything was in slow motion. I was utterly fascinated. Of course, I Was also standing blankly in the center of the room, completely motionless.. ^_^;;
I'm even now trying to regain my grip on reality. One begins to question the laws of physics and the mind's perceptions of the real world while trippin'.. and the paradoxes that your mind can come up with will keep you sitting and staring at a wall trying to figure out what's right and real for hours, if you're not careful.
All in all, though, it's a damn fun ride.
Peace to all,
~ Aimee
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--> half of me clings to the frayed edges of my sanity -- the other half is too far gone to care.