Before I get into my report let me say that I was tripping to hard for so long that I can't possibly write my night down in perfect detail but I'll tell it to the best of my ability. I didn't go many places so I don't have anything to really understand the events of my night in any sort of reasonable chronological order, haha...I also took it alone and let me tell you that helped out A LOT in figuring stuff out, it was awesome not having to worry about what was going on with anybody else tripping and all that jazz. But I'll still go into some specifics of my trip as well as some groundbreaking things I've learned about psychedelics' use beyond just taking it as a drug for fun:
12:45 a.m. I dropped two tabs of what should be the strongest lsd I'll ever get my hands on. I got them from a very experienced tripper who went thru hell to get them, and this dude was used to tripped 4 or 5 times a week so I trusted his perspective on the strength of this acid.... and he was right. I started to feel the effects 20 minutes in. I was overcautious and left the tabs on under my tongue for a good 40 minutes even though it usually only takes 10-20 min for them to soak in.
2 a.m. By this time, I was completely immersed in the trip. I set out for the main thing I wanted to do that night which at the beginning I felt was to experience everything I can on lsd (I've taken it about 10 times before with friends, never alone) that I normally don't get to do with friends, such as listening to music that I loved which others didn't necessarily want to listen to for a majority of their trip. I listened a wide arrange of music the whole night, ranging from Ott - Drift into Hilbert Space to Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, Elton John, B.B. King, The Doors, Alice in Wonderland theme song, Logic - 21 (frank sinatra rendition) & more:
2:30 a.m.: My trip started to get real deep and music became something else rather than just really cool sounding:
Around this I had some of the most amazing visual and audio sensory mixes I'd ever experienced in my life. I'm not usually one to stay on the computer while tripping, but since I was alone and tripping to hard to go outside where the transformer robots (garbage trucks & other cars) were at; the text on the screen was all upside down, I found a comment on a video that expressed the feeling I had that made me laugh forever: "myy face tickels....?!?! ohh it feels good like woomen nipples shoved inside my tip of my dick..... ohhhhh fuck i came so hard" literally couldn't even laugh, I just felt the laugh... very wild feeling inside of me. Emotions of laughter were just flowing through me, I just didn't even need to laugh.
Above my laptop on my wall are pictures of my favorite artists as well as other artistic photos. At one point I listened to Bob Dylan and the photo of him glowed with a kaleidoscope design that was insannnne! It was practically exploding with color to the music I was listening to (The Times They Are A Changing - Bob Dylan). This happened with other photos I had on the wall. The music was so fulfilling and the photos complemented the music so much my visual and audio sensory literally mixed perfectly. I eventually remarked how lucy seems to slow time down so much you get to enjoy every breath of music emitting from your speakers. I eventually went onto Mona Lisas & Mad Hatters by Elton John which was amazzzzing, followed by some Jimi Hendrix. I have to say Jimi Hendrix captured the essence of the beauty of a psychedelic experience in the song 1983 (A Merman I should turn to be), that had to be one of the trippiest songs I've ever heard that's produced through instruments and not electronic music itself (as in dj's/producers).
2:45 a.m.: I went to my bed to lay down. The blank tannish walls around my posters and photos were crystallizing into complex geometric patterns. I eventually started to delve deeper into my trip. I started to wonder why I even took psychedelics (I've experience with 2C-B, shrooms, lsd). Was it just for fun? I already have my ideas about the world, the existence of bother beings or realms, why life exists and how rare and amazing it is (compared to the cold, dead yet rest of the beautiful universe), all that stuff. I came back to the conclusion that I took them for my own pleasure because the amazing things I experience, such as the beauty of the world around you in all its forms (audio, visual, etc.).
3:30 a.m. I kept getting stuck... why was I tripping? I can't go outside, the music's amazing but eventually there was only so much that I actually wanted to listen to that night. The visuals were CRAZY but after awhile of laying on my bed I got bored of the whole "tune out & just enjoy" the visuals and feeling within me. I went back to music, then I went back to my bed. Eventually a dog not far from my window was whimpering which interrupted my trip and I listened to it 'cry' for a good 5 minutes. It was so sad I was just immersed with the emotion of its noises. I was worried something was happening to it, eventually I phased back into thought once I realized the dog was fine.
4:19 a.m. I began to bocome obsessed with finding out how long I was tripping for, since math was very difficult. I wrote on a piece of paper this: 12:45 a..m, 1:45 a.m., 2:45 a.m. 3:45 a.m., 4:45 a.m. I counted them up one by one several times until I was sure I had been tripping for exactly 4 hours, BUT then I suddenly remembered it wasn't 4:45 a.m., I looked at the clock and saw it change to 4:20 a.m. That one gave me a great laugh, I've always been curious why I seem to know when it's 4:20 and the fact that actually happened blew my mind.
I don't remember what I did after that until around 6 a.m. I believe I did a number of things from looking at the stars through my window to finally taking a shit that I really needed to take (ate a big dinner 5 hours before trip, bad idea..) My peak started to comedown around 5.
6 a.m.: I finally finished packing a bowl and had enough courage to sit outside on a bench in my outside apartment complex. It was a good bowl, helped me mellow down a lot, but smoking out of a piece instead of a bong really wasn't as fun. I mean it was pretty fulfilling, but the smoke was so hot after awhile it just turned into something to do rather than something that was actually fun. So I toked away for 20 minutes until someone walking near by gave me the heebee jeebees so I went inside.
6:20 a.m.: I began to decide how much I liked lsd compared to shrooms. I've always known LSD is just a synthetic version of shrooms (Psilocybin), and that acid is just more efficient. It has less in the trip but still retains the heavy, deep trip, which makes it a clean trip. It lasts a lot longer which can be awesome if you have a journey planned that long, but what I really realized was the only reason I did acid was because it was $10 cheaper than shrooms and lasted longer.
But then I came upon the notion the comedown on lsd kinda ruins the trip because it takes so long. It's a constant game of 'am I tripping anymore? no I'm not, NO WAIT I AM, okay well now I'm not'. Of course not focusing on this improves my trips but it's ALWAYS lingering there- the question of where I am in the trip and how much is left after peaking. I decided the length of shrooms was actually, truthfully superior to the length of acid because of the way shrooms had worked for me. My last shrooms trip I felt I tripped more and more until I finally went asleep, and the comedown wasn't even noticeable, maybe because it was shorter and the fact I could go to sleep where as lsd just keeps you up till you're sick of the comedown. That rendered the idea of LSD being a good alternative to shrooms b/c of its longer length completely pointless if all the length did was stretch out the comedown. Yeah, the peak is twice as long but the comedown is twice as shitty so length is no longer a factor in my choosing whether to use lsd or shrooms. I never cared about the comedown before but now I noticed how much the non-peaking times can be just as important as the peaking ones, though of course peaking is the best part of any trip.
7 a.m.: I started pondering on how both my last shroom trip and this trip left me with some remarkable insights. I found out I really only took psychedelics for the beauty of it, all the knowledge I would ever need of the universe I already had. But my trips have never been perfect. There was never a time where I I loved every second of the trip. I'm always interrupted with something. I found that I always go back to "sweet, sweet music" because that's my only reality that I can revolve around because music is my life and I know everything about it to the core (or at least I'm in a constant journey to love and understand music more).
I feel this is somewhat similar for a lot of people. Tripping's always about making it right, having the fun you want to have or doing that thing you want to do. But eventually you get to a point where at times, you need something to revolve around or go off when you're trip doesn't go the way you want it 100%.
8 a.m.: I eventually fiddled around on my guitar and found some deep insight into where I want to go with my music and furthering my musical abilities. I got stuck on this for the remainder of the trip. I realized my current direction in music was off, so I eventually worked out a direction that I'm going to now pursue to the best of my ability. This was huge for me since the main things I care about in life are music, life itself and how amazing it is (ex: nature or or very existence), and family/friends. So I basically figured out where I wanted to go forth with regards to my 'life's work' as they call it.
10:30 a.m.: I finally fell asleep for 2 hours. Got up and had a banana smoothie which regenerated me (my stomach was a little iffy after that night). I then studied for a test for 2 hours and took a midterm. Came back and wrote this. :) The fact that I had a test the day I took the lsd really opened my eyes to why I took it. I decided this was the most useful trip I'd ever had in changing my life and that my future trips will be (mostly) for the beauty of it. It was a terrible time to take it but I learned so much more than I can describe to you; I took at 12:45 a.m. on a Monday... talk about saying "f#$k you' to the weekdays and midterms/tests (I'm a Junior college student).
I decided my next trip will be a full on nature trip with shrooms, since my last shrooms trip was cut very short while in nature. Just gotta find a place... maybe I'll do a local hike. I hope the run-on sentences weren't to bad to those of you who actually bothered to read this report. I just had to write it all down.