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Safe LSD Trip (Long & Detailed)
    #8646351 - 07/17/08 10:20 AM (15 years, 6 months ago)

The following is an account of the 24 hour period going from 1PM Tuesday, July 15th, to 1 PM Wednesday the 16th. I have recorded here in the most extreme detail so as to never forget the experience.

Also, this is originally a Facebook note, so, if shit doesn't make sense or seems out of place, that's probably why. I just copied and pasted it over to here.

Prior to the events occurring in that time period, a friend and I, we'll call him "Bob", had planned to get a group together at my house to hang out, sort of a little reunion for myself and friends from River who I haven't seen in forever. Unfortunately, a series of events, mostly related to shitty weather, prevented the vast majority of the people planning to come from coming, including Bob himself. The group that came to my house ended up consisting of just two people- "Jack", who I kinda know from a while ago, and "Ashley", who I've only recently met but is pretty cool. Not exactly the reunion I'd hoped for, but whatever, it's good.

Of course, marijuana was present, and Ashley had brought a bong, so we started toking up with some Pandora running in the background right in my living room. The bong was hitting like a champ, and we were all pretty baked pretty fast without even really trying. However, in true stoner fashion, I continued to pack the bowl every once in a while- keep myself topped off.

I don't even know what sort of shit we talked about. I was feelin' a little down cause so many people had bailed on us, so I said, fuck it, let's invite Weed Jesus. So Ashley gave him a call to come on over.

Now, something everyone should know about Weed Jesus is that, when you're smokin' with him, it can be overwhelmingly hilarious. I'd been afraid of unleashing the Weed Jesus on my unsuspecting lower-classmen friends, but seeing as it was a small group, I figured it'd be safe enough to introduce Weed Jesus to the group.

So, in the meantime, I notice Jack is starting to get the shakes. It was his first time smoking, so I figured he was just *really* baked. I was pretty ripped and I'd built up a moderate tolerance, so I imagine he was really feelin' it. However, it quickly progressed to a sort of feverish sweating. At that point, Ashely and I both are kind of wondering wtf is going on, so we get him some water, and warn him to drink it slowly.

I think we probably should have given the water in shots, though, because one sip was enough to send a river of half-digested Dr. Pepper and what appeared to be onions spewing onto my couch and floor.

You can imagine me, now, completely baked, and absolutely panicking. This is the kind of panic I imagine someone would get when they get pulled over with a bong and a pound of green in their passenger seat. I'm running around, freaking out, losing track of what I was doing (I'm a forgetful stoner, heh), when the door opened.

Enter, the Weed Jesus.

Now, we don't call him Weed Jesus for no reason. He's pretty much the most experienced stoner I know, besides dealers. Luckily for us, Weed Jesus was dead sober (which I imagine rarely happens), and had the situation instantly under control. We got Jack home, and returned to my place, where Weed Jesus was repaid with a nice, soothing toke.

Chat turned eventually to the fact that Weed Jesus had managed to find us some acid- the only problem being that we had to get to it, and neither of us had a car. Ashley was going to drive us, but ended up having to leave early. We went inside the house and sat down while we tried to get a ride, Weed Jesus on his phone, me on my computer.

Neither of us had much luck, and at 5 PM, I said "We gotta figure something out soon, I don't want to be here when my mom gets home." We headed to the YMCA and luckily, Weed Jesus's girlfriend, "Lucy", was able to drive us over to our guy.

A short aside: Does anyone else find the whole situation with smoking at the Y ironic? Think- the community built this center for kids to keep occupied and off the streets. Then they made the membership WAY TOO FUCKING EXPENSIVE, so instead of going to the Y to play basketball, we all go to the Y to get high, which is way more fun than basketball is anyways. Fucked up, yeah?

Anyways, so Lucy arrived and drove WJ (Weed Jesus) and myself waaaaaay out to meet our guy. I don't even know where we went, but it was clear we were NOT in Boca anymore.

Eventually we pulled up to a long, low white building with stony gravel in the yard. If there was a hell in Palm Beach County, it was here. It looked rundown, beatup, and generally like a place where dreams went to suffer a slow and painful demise.

Inside the apartment, there were maybe five people- three girls, two guys. The interior was poorly lit (no lights were on, the only light source was the cloudy 5-o-clock sunlight). All but one of the guys were organized around a sort of center area, on a couch and a bed, tying lanyards. Here they were in the middle of a weekday in a slummy neighborhood, just chilling out, probably all on one drug or another.

I couldn't decide weather they were living the life, or wasting it.

And there was our guy, geared out in tye-dye and a hippie headband, cutting up a sheet of Jerry Garcia (I think it was him). We made small talk for a second, with me definitely feeling out of my element, and eventually got the stuff and left.

It was two very small squares of paper, not even a square centimeter I think, wrapped in thin foil. I put it in my wallet, in the little slip I got with my FSU card, and we returned to the YMCA. At that point, we weren't sure if we'd actually be tripping that night, as we had no sure place to stay, though Lucy said we might be able to chill out at her place.

I returned to my house and met my mother, who immediately sensed I was still really fucked up. Apparently, I looked "droopy eyed". At this point my mother sort of had an unspoken truce- she knew I smoked, and I knew she knew, and further shew knew I knew she knew. So, we avoided the subject at all costs. This time was different though- she flat out asked me if I'd been smoking.

And I did the responsible thing every stoner would do: I denied everything, and played the "Pretend I'm Not Totally Fucked Up Right Now" game. I don't think I did so well.

After dinner, around 8 PM, I got an IM from WJ- we were on for tonight! Meet at the YMCA again and we'd head over to Lucy's house. WJ called off work, and a minute later, we each took a tab. By the time we reached Lucy's house, my tab had dissolved.

I cannot even begin to convey the excitement I felt when I put that little tab in my mouth. It was the sort of excitement I used to get as a little kid when we were going on a plane ride, and I was packing and knew I'd be at the airport and soon in the air. I was going on a journey, and I couldn't get on the road fast enough. I felt like I was high on adrenaline.

We got to the house and went into Lucy's room. It was unfamiliar to me, but not necessarily unpleasant. This was to be our Universe for the duration of the trip. WJ put it nicely by saying that this room was a box floating in space- we were totally and completely safe there, no matter what was going on outside.

We put on the Divinci code while we waited for the come-up. It was subtle at first, very sneaky. I just got a very happy feeling, like *everything* about the world, my situation, everything I thought was so fucked up, was actually going to be ok. I wasn't even watching the movie, but WJ had a running commentary going, in which the move was actually about a Five-thousand year old load of ancient ganja from heaven or some shit like that. Later he mentioned that after he was dead, we should use his skull as a bong.

That's when the funnies hit.

I laughed at that, and pretty much didn't stop laughing after that. It felt like WJ and I laughed for an eternity, running out of air even. I started taking big involuntary gulps of air- the kind you'd take when you're little and crying your eyes out, and you get the "sniffles" but involuntarily take big gulps of air very quickly.

The first visual I got was on the ceiling, which had popcorn texture on it. The shadows created by the small dimples and mounds, incredibly small as they were, started to spin and branch off, until they attained a texture and color of their own and "popped off" the ceiling. They would build up like a repeating fractal, forming what can best be described as fern-like growths coming off the ceiling, and then would snap back to their starting point to grow again.

At that point I felt the need to stretch my arms towards the ceiling )for whatever reason) and just giggled, completely awed by what I was experiencing. I wasn't thinking about the future, or the past: I just was.

Eventually, WJ's running commentary turned to babble as I "tuned out" and became enraptured by what I was seeing. My skin felt hyper-sensitive; I was lying next to a little stuffed animal made of some sort of silk, which had hairs that rubbed against my elbow. Each silken hair was distinct against my skin, like I could feel every single one.

I was on my back at that point, lying across a bed (perpendicular to the way you would sleep on it). I reached my hand back and felt the floor- the room was about to be tiled, but for now was just concrete. I felt thousands of little bumps and cracks, and had to comment on how absolutely cool it felt.

At that point, it hit me- yeah man, I'm trippin'. I stood up and walked to the corner of the room but couldn't stand still. I felt warm, and if I were not so damn happy it probably would have been uncomfortable. I noticed that inside the open closet, the back wall had been painted with a pink sponge texture. The color was swirling and running back and forth, like the whole wall was bleeding. I stared at it, touched it, and was mesmerized for what felt like an eternity but was probably just a minute or so.

I leaned against something and sat down on the ground- EVERYTHING in the room was breathing. that's really the only explanation for it- it was breathing. And nearly every design was multiplying, like a fractal. The kaleidoscope of colors and textures was nothing short of breathtaking.

During that time the body high began to intensify. Think about your arm- you can feel where it is in space, in relation to you, even if you cannot see it. Now, imagine that you can "feel" everything for a foot farther in every direction, like your perception and touch-sense of yourself has suddenly expanded to the atoms in the air around your body. I would look at the air around my arm, and feel like my arm was there, even though it clearly was not.

The warm sense intensified, until it felt like a warm jelly had encased my entire body. It was a safe, comfortable feeling- I imagine it's comparable to what an unborn infant feels like in the womb. Warm, confined, but utterly safe. I had to "break out" of this just to move, or talk. I was told later that I was talking to myself the *entire* time and that I was saying I was in saran wrap.

Meanwhile, I became incredibly sensitive to the hollow in my sternum. The empty area expanded, and grew cold, in contrast to the warm feeling everywhere else in my body. I began to breathe heavily and take more involuntary gulps of air. Each time I took a deep breath, the hollow would expand, until I felt like it had expanded outside of my chest and was everywhere.

I guess this is where hippies get the whole "we are one stuff" from. I felt like my own sense suddenly included not just my body, but everything around me, and then like the entire universe was right in my chest. Meanwhile, I'm seeing the most beautiful living, breathing, dynamic art you'll ever see.

At this point, the movie was something like a reminder that we were tripping that I would notice every few minutes. I *knew* the movie was not supposed to look and sound like it did, and I knew Lucy was not seeing the same TV I was. It was a useful tool to judge exactly how far gone I was. At this point, at roughly 10 PM, I began to experience what can only be described as time "stretching". Tom Hanks in the movie would every few seconds seem to get stuck on a word- one syllable would draw out to a ridiculous length, and then *snap* back into a more normal mode.

Eventually, this "time stretch" became permanent. I looked over to Lucy, and she seemed to be *completely* frozen in time. I experienced utter euphoria for a second, knowing I was moving faster and thinking faster than everyone else. I said to myself that I had time to "chill out" and figure stuff out, and then eventually I would go back to normal time.

I eventually said this to WJ, and commented that he and I were moving much faster than everyone else. Everyone else in "sober land" was moving very slowly, and we had time to do whatever the fuck we wanted.

I should mention that having a trip buddy made the experience *that* much more awesome. The entire time, even knowing I was totally tripping out, I knew that WJ was in the same world with me. We'd both reached a new level, leaving everyone else behind.

This entire time, I was pacing, giggling, and occasionally stopping to watch the movie. I didn't understand what was going on at all, except that talking became incredibly fun, and I started to mimic what words I did understand in the movie. I didn't even realize I was doing this until WJ asked me why I was doing it. All I know was that language and different syllables and sound became *very* fun.

The door to the rest of the house began to glow. For whatever reason, I thought that perhaps it was door to the sun, or another world, or something. The acoustics of the room worked out so that the TV audio seemed to sound like it was coming from everywhere when I stood there, and the music was amazing. I felt the door and decided I wanted to go outside, though for whatever reason (probably Lucy telling me it was a bad idea), I didn't immediately open it.

Eventually, I went to the bathroom, and the new environment really kicked the trip up another notch. For one, the sensation of peeing while tripping is just amazing. Secondly, every thing, EVERY THING, in the full light was getting trippy, breathing and turning into fractals and spreading across the room. One little spot of color anywhere was enough to send me into retarded amazement, like a baby studying something totally new for the very first time. Suffice to say that I spent much more time int he bathroom than I did actually using the facilities.

I came out of the bathroom, and became totally disoriented. Luckily Lucy rescued me and dragged me back into my familiar universe in her room.

At that point, the body high, combined with everything already mentioned, started to give me the sensation that I was melting. Not a fast, hot melt, but a very slow, goopy sort of melt. When I held my hands and interlaced my fingers, it felt like they were melting and forming just a big block of flesh. I sat down again, and quite literally felt the floor sag and melt underneath me. I bolted upright, convinced that the floor was about to swallow me.

I felt my body *gooping* to the left, and for whatever reason took out my lighter and lit it. I imagine Lucy was afraid of me lighting everything on fire, but luckily I had enough presence of mind not to do that. I just stared at the beautiful sparks created as I lit it, then watched the flame dance for me. Eventually that became boring and I put it down to try something new.

I then noticed the floor was AMAZING. There were little flecks of color on the concrete that multiplied into amazing patterns, while the entire floor was swirling like it was liquid. I poked it, and much to my delight, there was a ripple. I was convinced it really was liquid and spent another eternity making ripples and small waves on the floor.

As this occurred, WJ and I gradually became more coherent and started to talk. The initial baby-like awe wore off enough (around midnight now) for us to talk about the experience. I sensed that we were starting the gradual come down and was a little upset, I wanted it to just go and go and go. This is about as close as I ever came to a bad trip; eventually I just told myself that I needed to enjoy every part of this journey, not just the peak, and became content.

More mindless TV was played- it was frequently hilarious, though I'm not sure I'd have laughed if I wasn't tripping. None of it really made sense- nothing seemed to have a plot. Every once in a while, a character would say something, and I'd think, "Yeah, he TOTALLY just said exactly what I was thinking," though I could never pinpoint exactly what I was thinking or why I was actually thinking it.

Lucy made us mac and cheese. Eating it felt amazing, though getting it in my mouth was a little difficult. Later my stomach hurt a little from it, probably my digestion just goofin up with the drug interfering, and taking a crap while tripping was not very fun. I don't think I'll eat at all next time I trip.

Later, two more friends showed up to say hi, Geoff and Brad. They were very cool and fun to hang out with- I was getting more social and lucid at this point, though still experiencing visuals and the body high, albeit lessened in intensity. We smoked a few bowls of bud, and I felt the trip re-intensifying for the next hour or so, though I definitely never reached the utter bliss of the peak again. I wandered outside the room again very briefly, but after I was set upon by a very large and friendly golden retriever, I retreated to my safety room again.

The rest of the trip after Geoff and Brad left was like a very lucid dream. I tried my eyes and tried to sleep, but I was getting visuals even with my eyes closed. It was like how, in a well lit room, if you stare at one point in the room and then close your eyes, you can see a "glow" version of the room on your eyelids. It was a LOT brighter though, more distinct, and with a full range of colors.

I didn't fall asleep for what seemed forever. When I was almost unconscious, I would twitch awake. After hours of that, I finally got to sleep, though it was not a very deep slumber.

The next morning, I gradually woke up. I was aware of having my eyes open for a very long time before I realized that A) I was awake, and B) what the situation was exactly. Eventually I got up and went outside.

Lucy and her sisters were already awake, though WJ was still down for the count. I felt like I should be saying something, like I had to tell them all that I had experienced, but I couldn't. I was just speechless for a while, blown away.

At about noon, WJ and I got a ride back to our neighborhood with Geoff in his truck. We said goodbye to Lucy and left to get McDonalds. it was the best tasting snack life in my life.

I still couldn't speak about it really; I was still turning it in my head, trying to figure out how best to explain it all (because I knew I would). It was so much more intense than any other trip, so much more cerebral, intense, and abstract. Where before I'd seen things more akin to dreams, now what I saw was truly beautiful psychedelic art made out of what in sober-land may not have even been all that interesting.

In this point, I realized something. I SHOULD HAVE MET ALL THESE PEOPLE SO LONG AGO! I spent all of high school sick of stupid fucks from Boca- single children who all hung out in the same Boca groups, who had everything they could want, and took it all for granted. Before I met and really started hanging with this group of people, I was the only person I knew who shared a room with their sibling. WJ, Lucy, myself, we all shared our rooms with siblings. I was the only person I knew who'd lived in a trailer park- WJ had lived in a trailer park. It's like I've finally found people I can relate to, and hopefully they can relate to me.

Geoff dropped WJ at his house, and I opted to walk back to my house. Geoff looked at me like I was off my rocker, but for whatever reason, I just felt like walking back home. It was my first time alone and sober in nearly twenty four hours- I used those few minutes to collect my thoughts as best as I could.

When I got home, the consequences of all of my actions with my mom became obvious. She had intentionally locked me out of the house- luckily I could just push my window open and crawl in. I called her to tell her I was ok with a BS story about having run out of gas in Delray with a dead cell phone- she didn't buy it for a second and immediately assumed I'd been out doing drugs.

Ignore for the second that she was actually right (I had been doing drugs after all), I still didn't like how this bitch, who's done nothing but make my life miserable, automatically jumped to conclusions like that. It was that sort of condemning behavior that first made me see how Christians were not all they said they were- she did NOT love me unconditionally, and she's said that herself before. I'd do everything right for her, live my life exactly how she wanted, but the only time I ever heard from her was when I made a mistake.

When I stopped believing that Christianity was right (which was years ago), that's when so many doors opened. Premarital sex, drug use, even base feelings like a very deep rooted anger (which my mother wrote off as "the devil's work" and basically invalidated the emotion), all became possible to experience. If she'd been the perfect parent, I'd still be a brainwashed Christian, and I'd already have missed out on so many amazing experiences.

So, I guess, in a weird way, I have her fucked up parenting to thank for my life finally achieving some level of fulfillment.

Anyways, that was a complete tangent which I didn't intend to go on, so I'll just wrap it up. I don't know what the long lasting effects of this experience will be, but I can say that it was one of the most spiritual things I've ever experienced, even compared to other drug experiences. A slightly awkward situation with my mother at home is the only real negative consequence so far, and in any case, it will pass without bothering me all that much anyways. I hope, if you read all this, I was able to convey that feeling to you, though nothing will ever measure up to trying the substance yourself. If you read all this, thanks, but man, you got too much free time lol.


Oh, and would I do it again? Hell yeah. I don't feel like it needs to be soon- I think I'll be pretty occupied with this one for a while- but definitely, yes, will do it again.


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Re: Safe LSD Trip (Long & Detailed) [Re: WornTraveler]
    #8652341 - 07/18/08 06:40 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

Sounds like you had a good time, but i gotta tell you dude, don't be so harsh on your mom shes just trying to give you a good life and just because shes a Christian and takes it so seriously doesn't mean all of them are like that. I'm a Christian and i smoke herbb, do shrooms and lsd whenever i can get my hands on it because i honestly don't feel like im doing anything wrong. Also, the reason your mom is so harsh about drugs is because shes uneducated about them. Try talking to her about thew facts on acid and herbb. When my parents first found out I smoked weed they FLIPPED. But thats because they thought it was much more addictive then it is and thought it was alot worse for you then it is. How did i solve this problem? i talked to them about it, showed them the facts and that led to my mom not not minding me doing it and my dad not agreeing with it, but he still is a bit more understanding and wouldn't really mind me doing it.

"I still didn't like how this bitch, who's done nothing but make my life miserable, automatically jumped to conclusions like that. It was that sort of condemning behavior that first made me see how Christians were not all they said they were- she did NOT love me unconditionally, and she's said that herself before. I'd do everything right for her, live my life exactly how she wanted, but the only time I ever heard from her was when I made a mistake."

How the hell can you blame her for assuming you've done drugs? its obvious as hell. you come home stoned, she probably smelled it and all the signs are there and you lie to her about it, then leave and go out all night...

Make your life miserable? don't be so immature. Theres kids whos parents beat and rape them while they live in shit neighborhoods and don't have any hope for living a good life. My grandfather was an alcoholic and raped his daughters and made childhood for my dad hell and my parents have always been a overprotective since im the youngest and it has been a pain in the ass sometimes. But i would much have parents who i know are doing what they do because they think it will help me have a better life.  Also, if your mom said that she doesn't love you unconditionally and meant it, then theres something wrong with her.


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Re: Safe LSD Trip (Long & Detailed) [Re: jerme212]
    #8652824 - 07/18/08 08:48 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

My mother's been accusing (and punishing) me for using drugs since I was 13. I didn't even try marijuana until I was 16, and I didn't start using frequently until I was 18. Every time I came home from work and was tired, she'd accuse me of smoking marijuana and ground me; that's actually why I first started smoking, I figured if I was going to get punished for it I might as well actually enjoy it. Lately she's backed off because I told her I would leave the house if she kept on my back 24/7 like she always does.

And yes, she's said she doesn't love me unconditionally. See, the situation for me at home is, we're poor. I'm going to college (first person in my entire family) soon, and making something of my life, but she thinks I'll end up being a drunk, or a coke addict like everyone else in our family. Further, she gets on me about everything- for instance, when I told her that my girlfriend and I were having sex, she absolutely flipped, and she has been on me about it since. Anything that she doesn't agree with, she persecutes.

A few months ago,s he absolutely flipped on me for "disrespecting" her, because I forgot to do the dishes. I told her that I had done the dishes every day for weeks, and that she was just looking for a fight. A week later, she freaked out on me while I was driving because I, again, "disrespected" her because I took one road which I knew was a better way to get where we were going than the one she usually took. I pointed out that she always gets on me over nothing,t hen she broke down and said she sees everything I do as disrespectful, because I was having sex with my girlfriend.

And it basically ended with me shouting that she didn't love me, and her crying and agreeing. And that's when I stopped giving a fuck.


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Re: Safe LSD Trip (Long & Detailed) [Re: WornTraveler]
    #8653039 - 07/18/08 09:43 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

I first start weed at 16 too :stoned:  If she doesn't love you whys she so scared your going to end up being a coke head? Sounds to me like you just gotta tell her the way you are is the way you are and trust that your smart enough to stick to safe drugs. she can either accept it and have a decent friendship with you or nag you away.


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Re: Safe LSD Trip (Long & Detailed) [Re: jerme212]
    #8673710 - 07/23/08 09:06 PM (15 years, 6 months ago)

dude, I love reading every single one of your stories!

if this is what you're going to college for, you will definitely be successful, man. don't let anyone get in your way


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