I was looking forward to using LSD for a while, but never got the opportunity to try it until a few days ago. My friend and I go pick it up, we decide on 3 hits (on sugarcubes? weird?) each. According to my friend who has done this before this is a normal dose for the LSD around here, and I believe him.
So we dose around 9. We're just chilling in my basement watching TV, waiting for it to kick in. I'm getting very giddy, and I couldn't tell if it was just pre-trip excitement I get or if it was the acid kicking in. About 25 minutes after dosing, estimating, I realize that my ceiling tiles are warping, and the show that was on the TV (For those interested, it happened to be some show called Chowder (?) on Cartoon Network) was becoming very trippy. I think the show the deceiving us. The grandma/fairy with a mushroom on her head was just too much.
We realize that the trip is starting to come at us hard and fast. I'm hardly prepared for the visuals. Everything in my basement is dancing around. My friend and I can't help but look at something, then look at each other, then start laughing our asses off. Everything was awesome.
Then things went downhill.
My friend started feeling ill. (I think because of some rotten pomegranate he ate earlier, and no I'm not kidding) So that started some hintings at a bad trip coming on. I was not at all liking the feel of him being sick. All I did was offer him some water and get him to listen to some good music to try and make him feel better. He didn't feel like listening to music and tried opening the water bottle with his mouth and ended up cracking the plastic then cutting open his lip.
That set it off...... Not that I'm squeemish at the sight of blood normally, but seeing that hit me the wrong way, and I started avoiding my friend, for my own sake, the rest of the night. I almost immediately went up to my room and went into my bed. I thought I could just go to bed and get to sleep and end this bad trip before it started off.
Maaaaaaan oh man was that bad. Bad trip with lights to bad trip in the DARK? I don't know what I was thinking. I was lying in bed with nothing to look at, nothing to listen to, and relying on my mind to keep still so I could fall asleep. That was simply not going to happen. I got, as I deemed them while tripping, "Acid Ears" . I don't know how else to describe it, but when it's almost completely silent, the tiiiiiniest noises become very apparent, and they echo on foreeever.
I started freaking out by now. I started thinking about my friend, and thought about what he was up to know. I was imagining him killing himself to end the bad trip he was having. I was debating whether to go down there and check up on him, or stay in bed and not worry about it because it's the LSD making my mind go insane. After imagining a bunch of different scenarios, I hear my front door open and slam shut. That's what made me run downstairs to check up on him. It turned out he went outside to use the phone. It also turned out that a thunderstorm started.
I see if my friend is okay.... I think the person who put the doses on the sugarcubes fucked up, or my friend has a low tolerance for LSD. I could see he was tripping much, much harder than I was tripping. I got him to lay down on my couch, and that got me comfortable enough to go back upstairs. I realized that a new air freshener I was using was really upsetting my nose. So almost everything is going wrong. Let's see....
Friend with a bad trip, worrying about said friend, thunderstorms, freaking out from blood a little bit still, near silence, pitch black room, annoying air freshener, and I was getting nauseous.
I started to feel like I was dying and my teeth were falling out. Then almost as if an angel came and smashed my head in with this brilliant idea, I thought, "Hey, why don't I listen to music?"
Best. Idea. Ever.
Pink Floyd, Yes, and Boards of Canada helped me get through that night. I honestly have no idea what I would've done if I didn't put my headphones on at that point. I spent about 10 minutes putting together what I deemed a decent playlist, and let it run. A few hours later, I was feeling great again.
I decided to try and get my friend to listen to this one song that was getting really crazy (Forget which song =/) Then I saw that my friend forgot who we was and was making a mess of my house.
Back upstairs I ran. I listened to some more music and cleaned up after that. I convinced my friend to stay only in my basement, to confine him and the mess that apparently follows him.
I end up listening to music until about 10 in the morning. I take a shower, drop my friend off, and contemplate the night's events for a while.
I realize I probably wasn't the best trip friend that night, but I feel like I would've made the situation worse if I stayed around my friend. At least that's what I felt then. I figured it'd be no good to make myself worse, when I know my friend can't bring me out of it in his state. It'd be better to keep myself at my level, and check up on my friend. All in all, I have to say LSD is one strange, powerful substance. I'm not sure if I'd ever do that again, and if I do, it definitely won't be any time soon.
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