BACK STORY
This part of the story you can skip if you like. It's a big deal for me to have been able to trip the way I did this time around and this part explains why. If you want to hear the trip itself, skip down to the section The Trip. For the first time in a long time, I have a more positive trip to report on. In my past reports, I was dealing with tripping on high doses of mushrooms/LSD while dealing with extreme loss at the same time (by accident). Either that or nothing really crazy worth reporting happened. Things like constant anxiety or just semi boring loopiness. If you are interested in the back story behind my trip-troubles you can read the first part here and part two about the recovery here. Both those are a little lengthy.
There is a post here about the last time I tried to trip about 2-ish months ago where I did 3 tabs off a 10-strip. The tl;dr: of this story is that I was tripping really hard but when I found myself somewhere on a stable wavelength. My girlfriend (now ex) moved out of my place out of the blue while I was tripping (and she didn't even know I was tripping until I told her a few days later lol).
I know this backlog might seem irrelevant, but it is a big step for me. I love tripping but I've just been so paranoid about it for about a year now (especially the last 7 months) and I feel that I've finally broken the cycle and killed the fear I used to have so I can enjoy it again!
THE TRIP
So I headed back up to my homeland to fulfill a promise to someone and also catch a small vacation. There my friends, who I first smoked weed with and first tripped with, live. They are literally like brothers to me and they've hooked me up so many times that I had to return the favor a little bit. I'd gotten my hands on some great Chinese laboratory LSD of great potency and purity. I had 12 tabs left and I wanted to do some with them, and let them have the rest. Between the three of us we each had 2 tabs (and gladly I was able to leave 6 behind for them to just have whenever after I left for home).
So first we are drinking some PBR and playing video games. We go out for a smoke break when the stuff starts to hit. From here we begin to wander. What is great about this town is that it has a large hippie culture, so I've never felt threatened while walking around messed up. We went to a baseball field and started running around playing pretend baseball just for the hell of it all. At some point it kicked in harder and we were starting to lose focus of where we were. Thus we went back to the apartment as not to get lost, chilling in the bed.
We watched some Wet Hot American Summer, then switched to the Hand Banana episode of Aqua Teen. At this point, every time I close my eyes I'm seeing vapor-wave palaces, space-time designs, waves and colors. I open my eyes and colors and pastels of rectangles move across and paint the ceiling. I get up to take a piss, I look like a different race in the mirror and my piss is creating yellow designs of the Cambodian Bodhisattva magical images which look something like this:

I return and no time has passed at all. My friend goes out to the fridge and I look at the screen. Hand Banana is raping Carl and I close my eyes but it does not feel like my eyes close. I focus in on Carl who begins to spin downward through time and space as he gets raped endlessly by the Hand Banana. he spirals down in colors trailing behind him and something about it is stupidly hilarious as Hand Banana dissects into a multitude of skeletal structures and the "Goddamn it!" of Carl rings endlessly in all directions. I'm laughing hysterically along with my friends and everything is just a great joke. The universe is laughing, the world is made of pillars and busts and pastels. It is like I found myself in a world made from Vaporwave aesthetic.
I come to, Carl just made a dog-mutant to take out hand banana, but instead the two mutants double team him. I find out that Master Shake doesn't have a room in his house, although their retarded meatball does. His illuminated status on the house social order has me doubling over laughing as my laughter feels like color bursting from my mouth. My friend's hair, which is a gorgeous red-brown is now a mix of greens and reds. He looks like a mix between punk and viking. It's super cool. My other friend looks very Puerto Rican (He actually is, but is very pasty white. Growing up, my whole fam is white but I looked very "Mexican" so the joke is that I was probably adopted or a secret love child). So now I am thinking about how cool it is that we can just look like anything we want to these days, and how you can let people forge their own interpretations of your origin. I like to see what people say of me, roll with it, and add stories about it. Although I am not, I look multi-racial and when people ask me "are you part [insert their race here]?" I just say yes to see how I can relate. At the end of the day, we are all human, some of us monsters, some of us saints.
I come to once more, and get myself onto a stable wave-length. There are bagged sandwiches all over the bed and I'm the only one wearing a shirt (the heat was redonkadonk that night, like 100F and humid). We finish Wet Hot American summer, the sun comes up, and we go out for a smoke break. We seem more in control, but just when I was trying to guess if I was really still tripping or not, I notice that the cigarette smoke is colorful and amazing to look at, full of weaving flowing smoky design. I stare up at the sky and it is full of purple circular patterns switching into electric currents, switching into tri-force like designs. Yeah, we are still feeling it hard but we are on a come down.
We play PS4, admire the beauty of an age where the psychedelic Renaissance is meeting the art and technology of today. Eventually we fall asleep.
What amazes me the most is that this time around I only did 2 tabs. I've done two and had great effects, but nothing this powerful and colorful or fun. I've even done more, and although I would get great closed eye visuals; I mostly just felt paranoid or only slightly off. This is also my first time in a long while full-blown tripping with friends in a setting where tripping is A-OK (instead of alone in my room avoiding roommates who don't appreciate me doing so). It's like I would rather trip with friends in a good setting on minimal doses than alone on high doses. Before now, I stopped doing anything above micro-doses, as I would get scared of offending my friends I was tripping with, or weirding them out when I closed my eyes or something. I've become a more confident person with a better focus on my own happiness versus a fear of an artificial "disappointment of friends" because all in all no one really cares enough about me to get mad at me for tripping the way I enjoy to trip. I know that might sound common-sensy, but it's a great self realization for me (the difference between knowing this, and accepting it into my life). I used to be agoraphobic, and I still have a highish anxiety level but it's so mellowed out and I just feel very glad about things again. 
Well, that's the story in full! I know these are super wordy and long. I write them more for my own documentation although I love the opportunity to be able to share it with like-minded people.
Thanks for reading if you went through all this! Peace and love be with you
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BILL NYE IS A LIZARD. THEY'RE ALL LIZARDS!

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