Okay so last night was my first LSD trip in about about 9 or 10 months. I took a break for tolerance reasons, it was no longer a fun experience for me, it became dull and lifeless and it felt as though I have abused the drug, and had no more to take from it. So I stopped taking LSD and only did Shrooms twice in the past 6 months.
Finally after all this time, I decided it was time to go for it again. I heard these hits going around were really strong, but I always feel there is some exaggeration. After all, I thought Lucy couldn't do much to phase me anymore. So I went ahead and said I am taking 5 of these, I'd rather be overwhelmed than disappointed. Well, I got what I asked for, and deserved.
I dropped them around 10:53, didn't think about it, just forced myself to do it, just eat the five hits and ride it out. I put some Grateful Dead on, Skull and Roses to be exact. I started playing my bass along with it, and within 10 minutes I was already getting lost in the music, and already slight visuals were starting. At this point, I knew I had to brace myself for more than I bargained for. Already I had relentless visuals on my carpet, I mean, these very thin lines making up patterns that were so abstract and complex, almost ancient, but I've gotten this many times, but not this damn soon! I couldn't NOT see them no matter how hard I tried, they were there and I had no control over it, they were sick to look at though, so I was cool with it, I just couldn't believe it was happening already.
So feeling somewhat aware that I'm going to trip very hard, I put my bass down and just listened to the music. (Still Grateful Dead )
I felt this intense body load, not so much a Mushroom type body load, more of a body load from being overwhelmed, so I laid down. At this point I was probably only 20-30 minutes in after ingestion. I believe but I can't be positive that the album was up to "The Other One" which is always one of their long jam songs, I'm pretty sure that was playing as I laid down.
I don't remember exactly when it totally hit me, to be honest, by 45 mins in I could have sworn I was peaking, and I'd look at the time and just say "Fuck, I'm not even an hour in yet, I'm fucked". I remember hearing the next few songs vaguely, but the moment of complete insanity was as soon as Wharf Rat begun to play. It was insane, that song is so perfect for that "peak" time of the trip. I just remember it starting and just being completely fucked, and now this was an hour in. Once again, I was in all honesty, very scared at the fact that I was tripping this hard this soon, I tried to convince myself of everything. "Maybe it just hit me really fast and this will be it". Well shit, I was outta luck.
I have never experienced anything like this on LSD, and I have tripped very very hard on Acid in the past, but my heart was beating out of my chest. I really don't even remember much, but some things I do and it was just fucking insane.
I'd lay down with headphones on, blasting at full volume, and my eyes closed. The songs became literally paintings. Each instrument, effect, lyric, sound, frequency, was all just an element of these paintings. So hard to explain. What would happen is I would see the paintings in my head, and I would be able to examine each picture in the painting, like, each instrument was a separate object in the painting. At times, I didn't even hear the music, then I'd snap out of it and the song would just be playing once again. Sometimes I'd only hear ONE instrument, or just the vocals, and what would happen is, whatever instrument I heard alone, would cause a certain part of the painting to pop out, like hearing that instrument would almost act like enlarging a thumbnail on the computer, almost how we do that on this website, you click and enlarge the photo. It was like I became in control of the music, how producers and engineers can solo tracks or whatever, it was like that, but I had no control over it happening. At times the songs would also slow down, intensely. I was at this point so confused. To go from music blasting into your skull to literally just closing your eyes and forgetting music is even ON, to snapping out of it to music blasting in your ears again is kind of scary, I thought I literally lost my mind. When I'd get up I swear these visuals were overbearing. I mean, all that my world was were swirls. Just liquid-like, melting swirls. The more movements I made, the more the world around me just swirled and rippled like water. It was so bad to the point that I couldn't see too far in front of me because it was like trying to look through constantly rippling, cloudy water.
This was also around the time where in my CEV'S I was in this white lab type room. I was just a useless insect being examined by Scientists, Aliens, some sort of God, I have no fucking clue, but just a useless experiment was all I was. I saw these beings all around me surrounding me just watching and examining, it was really fucking weird. The thing that was craziest about this trip, is I lost ALL ability to differentiate real from fantasy. I mean, my CEV'S were so intensely real that when I'd open my eyes again, I'd be in my bed having no idea that all that was only in my head. I thought everything I saw was real life, and I mean, literally, I had no fucking clue.
So this insane fear goes on for about 2 hours. After this, I started settling into the trip comfortably. I think my mind just wasn't ready for intensity of that caliber in that short amount of time. So now, I'm ready to go. I go downstairs into my garage just to smoke a few cigarettes and just wander around the house for a bit, a change of scenery helps sometimes, even if it's from your bedroom to your kitchen. In my garage though, I now notice my visuals are still getting more intense. I had trails that were at least delayed by five seconds. I'd move my hands by my face, and see the trail about 3-5 seconds after. I always get tracers while tripping, but this was absurd, never a delay that long.
I have two cats, but one is my buddy. We have one male and one female, but the female is my buddy, for some reason she's drawn to me more than anyone in the house. I came down and holy shit she acted so different. It seemed like she was terrified, she knew something was wrong. She was VERY affectionate, and she always is, but this was a heavy CONCERNED affectionate. She sat on my lap and rubbed her head against me and kept looking up at me to make sure I was okay, but it was way different than usual. She kept looking out the window as she was on my lap getting ready to pounce on something as if protecting me. I could have just been tripping, but her behavior seemed frantic. I always love hanging with my pet while tripping, but at the same time I get this immense guilt, I don't know why.
I eventually go back up to my room and keep listening to music. More Grateful Dead.
Once again, most of it is a blur honestly, it's just the little things I can remember. I basically hung out blasting album after album for a couple more hours, this stage of the trip is completely gone, I don't remember much of anything.
Eventually though, I reached that point where it's not the comedown, but almost like a "post peak". You're still tripping incredibly hard but you have a hint of clarity now, and it's so much more enjoyable. At this point, I felt so amazing and so thankful that now I felt at a level that I knew and have experience with. Crazy thing though, was that the "mellow" stage of this trip was still immensely intense, like, REALLY intense, but in comparison to 3 hours before, I was so fucking thankful to be at this level, I could remember I was alive and existing.
So I continue to listen to music then make trips into my garage (which is more of a chill room, TV, Couches etc). I go in there to smoke herb and cigarettes because the family doesn't want the smoke in the house, understandable request. Either way, I need to roam around and change the scenery anyway so it's all good. So I burn some bud and once again back up to my room.
At this point I was able to somewhat type, not very good or saying things that made much sense. But my buddy was online and he knew about my trip tonight so I was just telling him how it's going, even though I was typing obnoxious bullshit that he probably couldn't even read. But as I'd type, I'd hear these intense noises going on, like engines and almost a deep groaning right into my ear, it was just like what the fuck is going on. Then as I keep typing, in my peripheral vision, I see this small raccoon/possum like lizard like creature gnawing at my pants, it was funny tho. It was only in my peripherals as I'd be typing some random bullshit though, I wasn't actually seeing this. It kept happening though, looked almost like a stuffed animal. Then, when I'd type, in my peripherals I saw some old lady selling pies. Just in the corner of my eye for no good reason. Yea, what? I did though, my brain was completely fried, I have no clue what the fuck that was about. 
So more time passes and now I can feel my body starting to ache, that muscle tension you sometimes get on LSD. I had no appetite and was still tripping but I didn't care, I KNEW my body needed food and I was going to force it down not out of desire but necessity. So I had this frozen pizza to make, and I was able to preheat the oven, and put it in and kept checking it till the time was up. Again, I was still tripping but had a lot of clarity, compared to before this was nothing, but again, that was scary because even the mellow part was still ridiculous haha. So okay, I take the pizza out of the oven and now get the pizza cutter to cut slices. I had no desire to eat it, but I was going to anyway, I didn't care. So I'm cutting the pizza with the cutter and all of a sudden I forgot what I was trying to. Next thing I know, I snap out of it to myself just breaking the pizza apart with my hands and got some on the floor and shit. I had to clean up a bit but I started cracking up at how insane that is, what the fuck was I doing? 
So I eat and feel a little better, I have a little more energy now. I made a mess of myself though, so I said fuck it, I'm going to attempt to take a shower now. I never took a shower while tripping before so this was new for me, always wanted to try it though. So I get in and start washing off, the water felt so amazing. However, it started again. My shower turned into this sort of vessel, but it was like an abduction. I was on a UFO and felt the beings surround me again, now I was like fuck, I could feel them as if it was like "The experiment is done, wash up and leave you're useless now". Just like I said, I was being used against my will for their analysis and it wasn't like I was of any importance. This feeling got so intense that I forgot where I was, being in a closed in area like a shower didn't help one bit. I literally had to turn around and saw the curtain and realized holy shit I'm just in my shower right now. So I said fuck this, I'm getting out of here.
The night kind of persisted with the same routine of music and smoking both herb and cigarettes, and just roaming around having fun till I started feeling like finally, it's SOMEWHAT coming to an end. The visuals didn't really stop, but my mind was coming back. For the most part, this is all I can remember, it took until 8:30 AM for the visuals to subside and I was able to sleep.
Usually I have more come back to me after a few days, but for now, this is all I got. It was incredibly interesting, scary, beautiful, everything all at once. Hope it amused some of you guys!
Edited by Peace of Mind 1 (10/21/13 05:36 PM)
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