It all started during a camping trip I took with a few friends (We'll call them B, Z, and R) recently. It was only for three days, but it was a perfect opportunity to try a good dose of some quality LSD blotters that we finally managed to find, which B promised would blow the mushrooms we know and love out of the water. B, Z and I each took two tabs, while R trip sat. It was a great experience, and introduced us to the amazing complexities of the drug, but not exactly to the level that B had described.
About a week after we returned, B suggested we try again with a slightly higher dose, as this would be the only opportunity do so for a while. Z declined this time, and we felt comfortable without a sitter, so B and I went it alone. Planning out the specifics was, as always, done at the last minute, and not very well.
B and I met at a local school at around 7:30pm to start our adventure. He had six tabs of the same potent LSD and a strange gardening implement that he found on the walk over, which he was using as a makeshift walking stick. We quickly scouted the area for a secluded spot for the come up, then made our way to a nearby park to take our three tabs each. In order to keep the strips of blotter paper securely under our tongues, we couldn't talk until we were confident that the LSD had fully absorbed, about 25 minutes. This only made us more restless in anticipation of what was to come. Once we felt the tryptamine buzz start up our spines, we swallowed the paper and made our way into the woods to catch our bearings.
As we sat a the top of a hill, a euphoric but uneasy energy began to creep through us, then our senses became more acute and subtle visual distortions began to appear in the trees around us. I always tend to lag slightly behind B on the come up, so his reactions give me amusing hints at what's coming next. The sun was beginning to set, and the dim light in the woods was making the visuals less apparent at first, but the auditory enhancement was quite noticeable. We could clearly hear every sound within the forest, and the people going about their daily lives in the houses nearby, one of which was hosting a birthday party. It was quite ironic that we could hear like a surveillance van using drugs that the authorities could arrest us for. After a while, the buzz settled into a smooth, euphoric energy, and we decided to start walking.
The view walking out onto the street was breathtaking. The light from the street lamps and the moon was more than enough for our dilated pupils, and every point in our vision was illuminated in perfect focus. The detail was incredible, and our enhanced perception of dimensions made our minds render around every angle of our surroundings, almost like we could see around corners from a distance. It felt like reality was suddenly in super high definition, and we were experiencing this familiar neighborhood fully for the first time. We could even see far more of the stars than would normally be possible in the suburbs. Strange characters where now clearly visible around the edges of objects. They started off as simple distortions in shape, but then became reminiscent of numbers, symbols, and letters from various alphabets.
B and I walked confidently down the road on our normal mushroom tripping route, towards a campground and trail a ways out of town. Just on the outskirts, we both heard a odd sound and turned to see what was possibly the worst car that either of us had ever seen drive by, belching black smoke into the crisp night air. We of course found this far more amusing that it should have been, and nearly keeled over laughing. As we passed the railway tracks that mark the edge of town, we first looked out at the seemingly endless expanse of farmland to our left, and then up at the moon behind us. Every inch of the night sky was preserved in crystal detail, and the clouds drifted slowly to encircle the moon as if we were controlling them ourselves. It was one of the most beautiful views I've ever seen, but impossible to do justice to in a picture, so we stared for a few minutes and moved on. The power lines cut across our vision like huge tears in the fabric of reality. Further up the road we were assaulted by strange sounds from every direction. A large group of bullfrogs hidden in the brush croaked continuously, punctuated by what could only be described as the sound of a dying goose, which was likely an auditory hallucination as it moved from place to place as we walked down the road.
As we neared the campsite, a suspiciously expensive car drove in and we waited for what we assumed to be a drug deal to finish before starting down the trail by the river. The moonlight peeking through the forest created a lensing effect, magnifying the characters in the trees and making them more complex and varied, even three dimensional. Eventually they began to morph into ghostly facial features at certain points. When the trees cleared away, what appeared to be vague arabic or elvish script appeared in the clouds. Walking further down the trail towards the water, we began to hear the sounds of people, which turned out to be a party of roughly the same quality as the car from earlier. B and I made an unspoken agreement to investigate this as a social experiment and waded casually into the group of drunken high schoolers, telling them what we had done. This exited them, like throwing an animal carcass to a pack of deranged dingoes, but they were far too inebriated to pursue any curiosity for more than a few second before moving on to the next inanity. Our heightened awareness made it clear very quickly that we were dealing with a level of stupidity that even we had not anticipated. The heat mirage from the gasoline soaked bonfire merged into the surface of the water, forming a ripple of vivid reflecting color. The fire itself looked almost like a time lapse.
After a few minutes of observing this strange and unnatural form of wildlife, B bumped into an old acquaintance, who at first mistook him for someone else that he was on considerably worse terms with. This guy (we'll call him E) happened to have a small amount of very high quality cocaine on him, which B slowly cajoled him into sharing throughout the course of the night. Not because we really needed it mind you, but because it was hilariously fitting to this twisted situation. This proved difficult as E spent most of the night making the most incompetent and thinly veiled attempt to get in a girls pants I've ever seen. At some point during the night, a particularly foolish drunken teenager challenged B to a race, which B won a full 15 seconds ahead, breaking his sandal in the process.
When the party died down, most of everybody left in someone's truck, but not before backing it into a bench and making a rather large dent in the bumper. Me, B, E, and two other people stayed back and finished the rest of the blow. I have never before had an argument with somebody on a phone that I was doing lines off of, but I guess I can cross that off my bucket list now. The coke gave me an energy boost and made my visuals a bit more cartoon like, but the acid overpowered it so much that it wasn't very perceptible. After a long walk back into town while E went on about all stupid shit he's done in his entire life, we finally made it back just in time to see the sun rise. B and I parted ways with the drunks and recapped on all of the insanity that happened that night. We watched an episode of Danger Five, which was surreal but quite hilarious, and then collapsed from exhaustion at our respective houses.
It wasn't exactly a mystical journey of stoic contemplation, but I learned a lot and enjoyed every weird minute of it. What do you guys make of this?
-------------------- Think, it ain't illegal yet. - George Clinton Substances I have allegedly taken: Cannabis (bud, edibles, and concentrates), Mushrooms (P. Cubensis), LSD, ETH-LAD, ALD-52, DMT, MDMA, Mescaline (Peruvian Torch), 25I-NBOMe, Salvia Divinorum (10x), Syrian Rue, Amanita Muscaria (10x), Cocaine, Nightshade (Henbane). All posts are hypothetical or entirely fictional.
Edited by Starless (05/31/15 01:58 AM)
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