I couldn't find anything on this topic, so I've decided to create a thread for it. Please tell about trips that were bad but still ended up being good all in all.
For me, the first time I took more than 2 hits of LSD, I decided to go to a public park with no babysitter. I had tripped several times on LSD and shrooms prior with no babysitter, successfully, so I didn't think I needed one. I took 4 hits. Beforehand, I didn't think it would increase the mental trip, I just thought it would increase visuals. All I wanted was to see millions of tracers following moving objects. Oh boy did I get that, and more!
I dosed at about 9am because I wanted to be able to go to sleep by night time. When it kicked in, I was looking at some trees and they were shifting slightly. The same stuff I had seen while peaking on 1 or 2 hits. I lied down on a hill and put my headphones on. I listened to sitar music. I stared up at the leaves blowing in the wind and they all seemed to blow in unison and to the tune of my music.
A little later, I decided to walk around the park to take a look at my visuals. When walking on the sidewalk, the pieces of old black gum that people had spit out turned metallic and then disappeared and reappeared within a 2 second time frame. I went over to where the basketball court was, which was painted red on the floor. It seemed like I was walking through a huge red field. Although it was just a basketball court, it felt HUMONGOUS. I went up to where some stairs were and watched people play basketball. Now this is where the tracers occur. I'm watching these people play basketball and I am seeing MILLIONS of tracers following behind the people and the ball. It was sooooo cool!!
By about noon time, I had finished drinking my water bottle and needed to fill it up at the drinking fountain. It was a hot day and I thought I was going to dehydrate if I didn't fill it up and drink more. The water from the fountain shot up really high so it was difficult to refill my water bottle. Actually, I couldn't refill it because it was shooting up so high. I wanted to go into the reck center and ask someone if there was a sink I could fill my water bottle up at but I didn't want anyone to see my pupils and call the cops on me or something like that. I decided to walk around the park a little more. By this time, my trip was coming up and up and I was tripping harder. I kept tripping harder. I thought to myself, "What have I done to myself? I think I took too much, I'm going to be frying forever." Even though I had read albert hoffman's book, LSD My Problem Child and knew that NO trip ever lasted more than 16 hours and that permafrying is just an urban myth. I still felt like I was going to be permafried. By this point I was peaking. I had convinced myself that I was actually on an island and that I was going to stay there forever and be permafried. I wanted to call my mom and tell her that I had taken too much acid and that I will be staying on this island forever. (At the time, I was planning on moving out of state to live with my mom). I tried using my phone but all it did was confuse the FUCK out of me. I turned the phone completely off.
I was tripping harder now, and by this point, I was convinced that I was dead. I knew I was still alive, but I thought that dead people were still alive but just in a different state of consciousness, like the "waking dead." I still needed more water and since it was so hot, I felt like I was either already dead or that I was going to die if I did not get water. I think by this time I was peaking. I decided to go back to the water fountain to get a drink of water and my mind was still tripping on the fact that I thought I was dead. I really wanted to lie down but I thought that if I were to lie down, it would have meant that I was "giving in" to death and that I would REALLY be dead. Without thinking at all, I went down to the floor on my stomach on the grass and I yelled out loud, "I'M DEAD!!" and then a split second later I realized to myself, "Oh my god I'm on drugs I cannot be acting like this in public" and I stood up real fast. I sat on a park bench and was just staring at my hallucinations. In the distance I saw a swirly hallucination. As I was sitting on the bench, I saw a cop walking by. He stopped at where I was and was just looking at me. I didn't think anything of it. I was just smiling and staring at my visuals. Within a couple minutes, more cops showed up. Again, I didn't think anything of it. They all gathered around me and were like, "Man what did he take, he's out of it." and stuff like that. I tried getting up to go someplace else, but they grabbed me and made me stay. They asked what I was on and I said acid. I really should not have said that though. The cop took everything out of my pockets, hand cuffed me, and put me in the back seat of the cop car. At this point I was thinking, "Oh god I'm going to prison for being under the influence of acid, I'm NEVER going to move into my mom's house and I'm never going to see her ever. What have I done to myself? I really did take too much." The cop drove me to the police department where my blood was drawn. I was still peaking HARD. I was going to go into jail but the nurse took a look at me and told the cop, "We cannot check him in, his pupils are very dilated, he needs to go to the hospital first and be cleared." The cop said, "I don't have time for that, he needs to be in jail, just put him in jail!" but the nurse insisted that she couldn't and that I needed to go to the hospital first.
The cop drove me to the hospital. He was treating me like shit the entire time. Even though at this point, my trip was technically "bad" I still had a sense of euphoria in my head and was still enjoying the trip none the less. When we got the the hospital, he told one of the nurses that I needed to hurry and get checked in. The nurse told him, "We are booked, it's going to be at least 10 hours before we can see him." and the cop said, "I don't have time for that, he needs to go to jail." and the nurse repeated herself. The cop was very frustrated by this point. After about 20 minutes or so, he got fed up and told me, "You are wasting my time!! Forget all this! I'm just going to give you a ticket for being under the influence in public." He wrote me the ticket, gave it to me, uncuffed me, and let me go. When the cop left, I was talking to the nurse about how I just wanted to go back to the park and continue tripping on acid. I had to sign a release form stating that the hospital is not responsible if I were to hurt myself or anyone else. I then left the hospital, still tripping balls. I had to take the city bus back to where the park was because my car was over there. When I got there, it was almost sunset. I met a group of pretty chill, random people. I ended up smoking them out with the weed I had in my car. We sat on the hillside at the park. After a couple hours, my trip was coming to an end and I drove home.
Turned out to be a pretty good trip even though I later had to do several hours of drug classes and do everything I had to in order to fulfill the consequences of the ticket. At least I didn't have to spend a single second in jail! And I'm living at my mom's house now.
4 hits was PRETTY intense! I realize I should have had a babysitter. I would totally do it again if I had a babysitter. A couple weeks after that trip, I did 3 hits with my best friend at the beach. 3 hits was way more tolerable than 4 and gave me just as good of visuals.
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