So about a month ago i finally locked down another connect for lucy. I'm talkin about good acid too (for today's standards). Consequentially, i suffered a leg injury a day or 2 prior, I didn't think too much of it, just a sprain i assumed. I decided to stay off it for a few days until it got better. My bro sampled the cid and assured me it was better than the last supply.
My leg hadn't healed, but it felt strong enough, so i decided to do a solo trip in my bed in darkness with ummagumma and a saucerful of secrets. It had been awhile since my last acid trip, at least 3 months, and it was a new connect so i took 3 to test it out, that trip went smoothly with mild to intense visuals. Some distortions of reality, I put my clothes that i had taken off while sober and discovered that i no longer fit them, I was the size of a child once again and my clothes hung from me, I felt ridiculous and was about to change until i reminded myself that i was tripping.
I ended up going to the ER (sober), i didn't have health insurance at the time and that's why I had waited so long, After a long wait and a couple of blasts of radiation to my leg, the doctor confirmed my fears that not only had i broken my fibula, but also the 5th metatarsal bone in my foot, they put a splint on me and instructed me to stay off it till i saw an orthopedic. This is all relevant i swear.
After my test trip, i rated the tabs at about 80-100 ug, obviously speculation but i have tripped close to or over 20 times this past year and used multiple dosage charts and trip reports to come to this conclusion. Now ever since i heard of lsd, i wanted to go deep. Luckily i realized through research that it is much wiser to build oneself up to a point where you can somewhat safely ascend the ladder to psychedelic divination. At some point i will drop a 10 strip of these, but this time i did 5. Liquid dropped on sweet tarts, quite delicious.
My bro and a mutual friend of ours, who I'll call "D", were all jumping down the hole this evening, 3 each for bro and D, 5 for me.
Oh and surprise! Dad took 4.
Okay so i've never tripped with my dad before but figure it cant be that bad. my only real concern was my splinted leg and my inability to walk efficiently, relying on crutches.
The tarts hit tongues around 10 pm, about 10-15 minutes after, i begin to get that odd feeling in my mouth and the room gains an odd depth that i can't quite explain.
30 minutes in and i'm definitely coming up, HARD, I begin to get anxious as i've noticed is relatively normal for large doses (for me at least) but never to the point of concern. Some visuals start to creep in, the typical waving and wiggling, I'm laying in my bros bed staring at his pink floyd tapestry that has all these crazy patterns on it.
At an hour and 30 minutes in, we decide to smoke some weed, not including my dad, he doesn't smoke. I take a few rips and notice i'm not coughing at all, "bongs broke" i say and then the insanity ensued shortly after.
What follows is a jumbled tail of my experiences that night, time was distorted to the point that i lived in the same minute for at least an hour, checking the clock to prove it so. My dad was watching the lego movie in the living room and i could hear it clearly in my bros room thanks to the home theater system. i stared at that the pink floyd tapestry listing to this, my mind creating its own movie to go along with the sound.
I get up at this point to go smoke a cig with everyone, Now this is during a very intense part of the movie and I'm on crutches so as i am hobbling my way down the hall and around a corner, I feel as if i am in the movie and am being chased. A rush of euphoria, excitement and fear wash over me as i let out an excited laugh.
I find at this dose i was able to almost "control" my visuals, in a way that if i could picture something that could passably be seen on acid, it would appear in front of me. Magical really and insanely fun.
When the peak hit me, everyone had again just left to smoke, forgetting how long it takes me to gather myself with this leg and leaving me alone. i realize i have been holding my bladder for far too long and go to the bathroom. I'm going about my business when a joking thought occurs, maybe i'm possessed, i laugh and then a voice inside my head tells me its not a joke.
Silence
Broken by the flushing of the toilet
I open the door and kill the light
Darkness
fear
Back to the happy place
Hands reach out to grab me and tug my clothes as the agonizing speed of crutch walking takes me back to my bros room.
Safety
I lie down and stare once more at the tapestry
My leg feels weird, thats odd
Well it is broken
giggle
maybe something is wrong with it
maybe i need to go to the hospital on this much fucking acid
fuck here comes everyone else keep a cool head or they'll know you're losing it
keep quiet or they'll freak out too and call 911
Mental images of my foot with all circulation cut off blinding me, i look at my toes and see they're purple
sigh
deep sigh
This needs to come off now (the splint)
my bro and d leave, my dad stays, i confess my fears to him and they are instantly lifted the rest of the trip went very well, achieved ego loss or even death, I'm not sure though, for awhile i had no clue who i was, who everyone else was. I could remember nothing from my past, not even the second prior.
I'm still working through the mental epiphanies, but have decided not to go that deep until my leg heals.
-------------------- "You can't double acid and only expect to trip twice as hard" "Tripping is simply a deception of your perception" "Real Really Relates Relatively"
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