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Interdimensional Travel Agent Registered: 09/27/16 Posts: 1 Last seen: 7 years, 3 months |
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This is my first post and by far the most interesting trip of my 15 years with psychedelics. Anyone else ever think about solipsism while tripping
![]() This past weekend I attended a Pretty Lights concert in Chicago with my friends from back home. It was a two-day show from 5p-11p both Friday and Saturday. It was also a much anticipated trip I let way loose for as I've recently quit drinking and work an absurd number of hours. Without question it was one of the most interesting weekends of my life. Friday began early as we had to drive from my home town to the train station - roughly 2.5 hours followed by an hour train ride then a 15 minute Uber to the hotel. I smoked my THC oil pen consistently throughout the morning and afternoon as we made our way to the hotel. Everything was normal all of Friday, and we all kind of planned it to be. There was a little MDMA and some whip-it's along with a solo adventure to the amazing roof of our hotel (for some reason I was the only one who thought a normally locked door left open should be explored) but no psychedelics. The show was great and the day a success. Saturday I felt a little rough as I first woke around 8a. I only take substances a few times a year and don't drink so my body is used to feeling the same everyday. Regardless, I baked as I waked, went back to sleep, and got up at 11a to catch lunch and some football. Everything was chill as we ate, smoked my buddies wax pen, and chatted about life and bullshit. The plan tonight was to eat this magic Pez from Lucy and enjoy the show. There were four of us that stayed in the same hotel, rode the same Uber, and ate the same meals - there were also about 3 or 4 other people that popped in every now and again. The main 4 of us were all pretty beat, mainly blazed out. My buddy was A who's girl S wasn't going to eat the Pez that N had a 10-strip off. At roughly 3:30 a dude N knew arrived with a few rolls he said tested well and had a good MDMA content. I bought 2 knowing I had 1-3 Pez at my disposal. I snorted half of the first roll and 30 min later I finished it. There was now the 5 of us and the guy N knew and we all joked about this and that. At 4:50 we caught an Uber to the show. Just like the night before security had dogs and made you take your shoes off. For some reason I had no issue casually moving my belongings from place to place as security looked elsewhere. At 6p Tipper started for a low to mid-tempo sunset - I popped 2 Pez at 5p just before going in. It was a phenomenal set and by the end decided a third Pez was the smart move. Around 8p is when things started to get weird - I think - anywhere from 6:30 on is pretty dreamlike. First what happened was a heightened perception and super synchronization with the music along with a little synesthesia. It was a super uplifting period where I grooved my ass off and A and S disappeared. As things went on time seemed to come almost to a stop. I was able to see in near 360 and move through people with incredible ease, despite it being a sold out show. There were a few intense waves that I rode with a smile and closed eyes, others I stood still in awe. PL came on around 9p according to the lineup but it sounded more like purple o'clock and looked like bass thirty. Regardless, this was when my telepathy kicked in - one of my favorite consistent effects of hanging with Lucy. So there I was, one of my favorite musicians with a full band skillfully and tastefully raping my senses with light and sound while time seemingly stood still as I listened to the thoughts of 20,000 lunatics. Hopefully those who needed to were able to find their minds, later. As the show ended and everyone sadly realized it wasn't restarting I oddly made the decision to check out a bush. At this point both A and S have disappeared and I've lost sight of N and his buddies in the crowd. I was by myself amongst thousands and it was fantastically terrifying. The bush was particularly interesting because it seemingly had no boundaries. Not only was it incapable of standing still but it insisted on changing appearance the closer you got. The more I focused in on this truly unique bush the more I saw it as fractal in nature. I have no idea how long I examined that bush but it wasn't enough. Ultimately the wave subsided and I began to make my way to the hotel. Except I'm not from Chi and took an Uber to the show - everything looked the same and I was lost. My mind couldn't makes heads or tails of the route my Uber took to the show so I just started following the crowd. For a while it seemed to be a great plan, but then people started hopping in cabs and going different directions! Despite riding consistently strong waves I managed to pull out my phone which I trip-proofed prior. Without a passcode, and my screen magnified I was able to decipher what Lucy did to it. A had texted, he and S went back to the hotel. I called A. "I might need assistance." A: I know dude, but I can't help. I can't explain it now but I had to leave the show early. Turn on Google maps and walk here. You got this." As soon as I hang up I was immediately hit with infinite deja vu - a term I coined (maybe?) where you remember an infinite number events happening at the same time while simultaneously experiencing those events in perceived time. It dawns on me that A and I have known each other forever - literally. We've had countless adventures in multiple dimensions and had forgotten nearly all of it. It was a very epiphaness moment that left me quite confused, so I took off my sweatshirt, walked towards a tree, spun in a circle trying to find a familiar face, put my sweatshirt back on, and continued walking. Looking at my phone, which I kept in my hand, confused me. I could pretty much understand to go the direction of the line but it was difficult to know which direction it was pointing. Several times I turned around and went the opposite direction only to do the same thing shortly later. Eventually I had the wherewithal to zoom out and things became much easier. Thankfully the hotel was about a mile away to begin with. As I made the turn onto the road the hotel was on, the traffic got nuts. Then again it was Chicago on a Saturday night - and Michigan Ave. There were still plenty of other concert goers nearby by and I was certain I knew where I was going so I began to enjoy myself a bit more and let Lucy show me what I couldn't see. The trip at this point was quite playful and I figured I was coming down. The waves seemed to be further apart and less intense, although I still found myself coming out of a trance that left me barely remembering knowing everything and trying desperately to recall it all multiple times. Once, 3 or 4 bikes with neoned wheels busted across one lane of traffic doing tricks to then hop on the median. I looked around at the other people but they didn't seem to find it noteworthy. My jaw dropped. Unfortunately it seemed like I had been walking way too long and I began to doubt Google's intentions. I found a smiley girl who looked like she might have been at the show and asked, "For one reason or another I can't figure out where I am. Any chance you know where my hotel is?" "What a great question!? Are you at the Best Western, because it's right across the street." My 360 vision kicked in and I jumped for joy while giving this angel a hug. Her and a friend were kind enough to help me cross the street and I made it back to my hotel. Walking in was a bit odd as it was under construction and had a very interesting vibe when I showed up. It seemed like it wasn't really a hotel, although I wasn't sure what else it could be. As the elevator door opens a couple two decades my senior step from behind me and jump in. Actually I was the one who jumped in. I was having a moment of impossible recall of infinite knowledge so I just stood there when the door opened. Since they moved around me to get in I was startled and jumped in the air only to feel the floor move beneath me as I landed. Needless to say they gave me a weird look. Needlesser to say I gave them an even weirder look back. The geriatric couple in a rush to pop that Viagra script got off a floor or so below mine. Entering my hotel room I found A, S, and N - with a whip-it going. They all told me they knew I'd figure it out and confusion found me again because for my whole walk home I couldn't quite figure what I was supposed to be figuring out. Even though it made no sense I was relieved they were happy for me. Unfortunately I still smoke cigarettes, and ran out during my walk - early into my walk. A was anxious to explain why he had to leave the show early but didn't want to leave the hotel room, S said she'd hook me up with a square if I blew her mind. We stepped outside of the hotel and sparked our grids. Looking to my right I see the park that separates the island the venue is on and our hotel. There are two identical streetlights parallel to each other on our side facing across Michigan Ave. Looking through those light posts I had an amazing view of other show goers leaving along with the hustle and bustle of Chi on Saturday. One of the most indescribably beautiful moments that has stuck with me since. As S and I talk about my adventure we make our way to the corner - it looks like the Nitrous Mafia is at the park. S kindly informs me the little white dude walking is my sign to do the same and we cross the street. Sure enough there are those dudes with dem balloons. A handful of weirdos are sitting on the curb holding or hitting a black balloon. As two fellow weirdos S and I do the same. Now it was 3 for $20 and that made sense because what the fuck is $20? Money literally made no sense to me then - as it doesn't now - so I kindly traded. We sat down and our fun conversation immediately stopped. In an instant I had another moment of infinite deja vu with S. As the deja vu ended her appearance changed rapidly into various forms finally ending how she looks now. In that moment I thought, "wow, S has been around forever too. She's A's guide and is guiding me right now. Fuck, that was really intense." To which S replied to my unspoken thought, "Now you get it!" Then the phone rang. It was A, he needed to talk to S. She relayed that she had to go and asked if I wanted to. I decided since I still had a balloon, and there was a cute girl there, I'd stay. She was blonde, beautiful smile, and with a couple of dudes that looked like they were gone. I walked closer to them to introduce myself and took a drag off dat balloon. Boom. Zip. Zoing. Other onamonapia. The fastest and oddest montage took place all around forcing me to look in every direction rapidly. Each direction I looked pointed to another scene depicting a moment from my life or a visual metaphor attached to a question rolled up in a lesson. It ended with me looking at the ground, picking my head up and flipping my nearly done balloon at these 3 young members of the fam. The girl smiled as one of her buddies attempted to get the tiniest bit of nitrous that may have been left. I then sat down next to her and was about to say the exact right thing when I heard, or felt, incredibly loud, or strong; "HEEEEEEEE" I then looked up, intensely confused. One of the Balloon Mobsters was looking right at me, although he wasn't speaking. Just to his right was his partner, also looking right at me while staying quiet. To his right were the cute girls cohorts, also looking right at me yet refusing to speak. As this took place "HEEEEEEE" turned into "HEEEEEEEE'SSSSSSS GEEEEEETTTTTTTTIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG Then I looked at the girl as she smiled, while I heard, "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO" I kept staring at this beautiful girl who had yet to speak while her friends and those peddlers of inflatable consumables stared intensely at me. I began to think this was all in my mind just as my crush turns green while the words, or feeling, "NNNNOOOOO" starts vibrating. Everything begins to shake and I can't focus on anything. "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW HHHHHHEEEEE GGGGEEEETTTTTSSSSS IIIIIITTTTTTTTT" And poof - nothing. No concept of who or what I am. No concept of light or sound or taste or touch. No concept of concepts. Nothing. Backwards I'm pulled slowly by some kind of guide. I didn't make out any form but could best describe it as someone pulling me from behind as if I had a handle on my back. Immediately I remembered that I forgot everything I just remembered when I forgot who I was. The girl and her friends were by a tree, looking intently at various things both near and far while laughing. I now saw 5 versions of another friend who was unable to attend the show. They just talked to themselves and enjoyed some balloons. This was followed by infinite deja vu as I knew I've known this friend forever and we've had a lot of interesting times in various dimensions. Mafia Mike, which isn't his name, yells, "last chance before you don't have a chance to have a chance at all." I pulled out another $20. The balloons were placed in my fingers and I walked to the girl and her friends as they were headed toward the corner. The park was empty aside from us. As I approached a cab showed up and everyone climbed aboard, aside from me. Then again, I never said a word so it would have been weird-as-fuck if I jumped in the cab. For some reason I think I was supposed to... Remembering the wise words of S I waited until the little white dude was walking and crossed the street. I thanked the cars for staying chill as I walked briskly. Everyone was crashing when I went in as we had to be up early to catch the train. I didn't feel like going to sleep as I knew the L was leaving and I wasn't sure when I'd be on it again. Looking in the mirror seemed like a much better idea. For an hour or so I came down while enjoying making faces at myself while Lucy did her thing to make 'em crazier. Several more visual metaphors that sounded like the entire visible light spectrum confused my senses before I decided to try and sleep. Naturally sleep was difficult. It seemed like I was woken up immediately to catch our train. There were a few easy waves in the morning at the train station and an enjoyable after glow throughout the rest of our way home. I had to share this because since this trip my ownership of my consciousness is tenfold what it was prior. The trip left me so many lessons. Moments that I'd forgotten have come back to me and have been clarified. Moments that confused me no longer do. It has been far too long since my last trip. In 3-6 months I'll be an adult and make a solo journey. There is a big question I need answered. PS Can anyone help me disprove solipsism?
Edited by TripLykely (10/02/16 01:08 AM)
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