This is a trip I took a month or two ago. After the trip I tried writing about it but got really bored while I was writing the report so I never shared it. Time to write it again.
Got back from class around 3pm and decided to dose myself with a high dose, around 460ug give or take. Each tab was 120ug.
Trip began as usual with the uncomfortable come up, and an hour later I was lost in my thoughts and having a glorious time. The normal hallucinations I usually experience were still in effect, such as the walls warping and feeling like everything I look at is in a fun-house mirror. I also experienced increased visual acuity. I worked out the day before, so the soreness I felt in my upper back muscles was enhanced which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. As I hit the peak I like to look at myself in the mirror, because for some reason I feel like when I trip I look a lot younger than I do now and I feel really attractive lmao. Weird.
For the first hour or two I was listening to music. Particularly the song Fineshrine by Purity Ring, which is by far my most favorite song to listen to while tripping. It captures the psychedelic experience so well... I always have the most beautiful hallucinations to go along with it which look like Egyptian symbols. I had tracers, and as I moved my hand, it looked like there were egyptian symbols falling off of my hand. It was beautiful. I spent those first two hours laying in bed, moving my hands in front of my face watching the tracers and enjoying the beautiful music.
After a few hours, probably right after the peak if I remember correctly, I got a chest infection of some sort. It had to have been pretty minor considering I didn't feel it the next day, but the LSD enhanced the feelings and made it feel excruciating. I can only describe it as razor blades in my lungs. I thought little of it at first, but after 30 minutes or so the pain got worse. I still was just lying in bed, so I closed my eyes and shut the music off to think.
This is when I entered the realm of a bad trip. Immediately, my anxiety shot through the roof. I have never felt such a horrific feeling. I hallucinated a grotesque figure which sort of looked like a skull with hair coming out of it and mangled teeth. It was very disgusting. I could sense myself entering a very negative thought loop. I felt like a demon had invaded me. I immediately said a prayer and got up and decided to do something about my cold or whatever I was experiencing. Thankfully, as soon as I got up the bad trip completely subsided. I thought that bad trips were bullshit because I've never had a negative experience on psychedelics before, but after that brief encounter with satan I changed my mind on that.
I went out in my kitchen and drank a bunch of dayquil, which is acetaminophen and dextromethorphan. Then I hopped in the shower. I turned on some music and just sat on the floor of my bathtub enjoying the warm water. It did wonders for my cold too, making much of the pain go away. It still hurt, but not nearly as bad. I spent the next 45 minutes just thinking deep thoughts about my life and enjoying the hallucinations. I watched my toe expand and contract with fascination. I am a chemistry major, and I thought that I could see the individual hydrogen and oxygen molecules moving about in the water. It made so much sense to me how chemical bonds work. I had a lot of admiration for science and for god. I kept playing with the water. After 45 minutes my body told me that I had enough and I started to feel uncomfortable, so I got out, dried off, and sat on my couch and turned on "Insane" by Flume on our really nice subs.
At this point I realized I was experiencing synesthesia. I could literally see the music. As the music changed, the colors in my vision would change to match the music and I could visualize this complex structure that shifted with the music. I know that this impossible to explain in a way that anyone could understand, but it was similar to seeing the bars of an equalizer bouncing up and down in my visual field. It was absolutely beautiful.
I was texting my friend who I thought had some Oxycodone, but she did not take me seriously at all and thought I was jonesing for a high which really, really pissed me off. I was in some serious pain and she was basically telling me to screw off.
Later I called this girl that I liked a lot and told her of my crazy trip. After that I was pretty much "drunk texting" a bunch of people, something I would come to regret later.
I continued to enjoy the music for a few more hours, until maybe 11pm when I went into my room to relax and continue listening to music. Now this might just be me being spiteful towards my roommate (he is awful), but I am still 99% sure that he was jealous of how good of a time I appeared to be having (despite my cold). He NEVER takes drugs. NEVER drinks. NEVER does anything other than watch Netflix. But of course on this ONE NIGHT he decides to take a bunch of shots. He got hella drunk and kept stumbling in and out of my room, and made me EXTREMELY uncomfortable. He kept talking to me in this really bizarre tone. The sort of tone you would have with your girlfriend or something. He kept asking me how I was doing and what I was feeling. I tried explaining my trip to him and he essentially told me that I was wrong with my description. He told me that he was sick when he tripped before (which is complete BS because I was with him during his 2 acid trips) and tried telling me what I was really experiencing. I was seriously pissed off at him. He smelled like shit, he was acting like a jackass, and he kept bumping into my bed (which is a bunk bed) shaking all over the place.
I have never been so uncomfortable in my life. After 30 minutes or so of dealing with his drunk ass, I decided to go sleep in the living room. But as soon as I get out there, my other roommate's boyfriend was asleep on the couch so I couldn't hang out there. (I wanted to blast my music through my headphones, which are open eared and everyone in the room can hear the music too). At this point I was about to go out and walk to the lake, but then I thought, why the fuck should I have to leave? This is my apartment and I don't deserve to feel this way in my own place. I decided to just go sit on the floor in the bathroom, so I did. After literally 2 or 3 minutes, my fucking roommate comes in to ask what I was doing and to puke.
At that point I just said fuck it I'm done dealing with this bullshit and turned my music off and went to bed. That entire night I was tormented by my smelly roommate who snores ridiculously loud. I ended up laying there until about 5:30 AM when I finally fell asleep. My fucking roommate woke me up at 8AM so the whole rest of the day I felt like shit.
Yeah you can tell I really hate my roommate.
Anyways, if I could take this trip back I definitely would. Only about half of it was fun. The other half was just ehh. It made me believe in bad trips. But I experienced synesthesia for the first time, which was quite amazing. Hope you guys enjoyed this report
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