Its been a while since I've written a trip report. I dislike saying things that people naturally have doubt in, especially things that can only be verified by subjective experience. It almost feels like what's the point? But, today was so interesting I feel the need to write it.
I took two bottle caps with some acid on them, thirty minutes later, I took another one. Thirty minutes after that I took a small piece of blotter paper with more acid on it. Shortly after I noticed I was officially tripping. The walls had gotten loose and my visual world took on an added layer of texture. At first I thought the layer of texture had words and designs in it. The first thing I saw was some weird semi-human things face bashing against something. Not in so much a natural way as much as in a texture overlaying my wall. It was mostly in reds and I remember thinking that the words I couldn't make out probably said "WELCOME TO 12 HOURS OF HELL!." I laughed and laughed at the idea that this would be hell. Too cliche.
I decided to start hitting some nitrous. I did and I remember the walls being layered in words like "Love" and "Peace" and basically nice stuff all of which is very good. I was happy and I thought of wordworld, a children's show I've never seen but saw the cover of at wal-mart and thought was a wonderful idea. They made a dog out of the letters D-O-G on the cover and buildings and the like all made out of the letters that composed their titles. I thought of how my wife's sister must have felt after having never done any drugs and accidentally ingesting 8 hits of acid dripped onto candy. I thought of the words "reality is coming undone" and my visual data took in an image of a sphere with those world circling it and falling away from it.
As I got higher I continued doing nitrous. I was using a punching balloon and I started to channel it along these layers of energy I was seeing. I felt as if I was playing the balloon almost like an instrument that took me to another dimension. At least one of the times I felt the balloon connect to other balloons via a notch at the tip of it. I would be breathing nitrous for what seemed to be un-naturally long periods of time, but I let those thoughts go because I knew if I held on to them I would grope for air.
This balloon, strangely enough, was some sort of weird key to another dimension. I seemed to hit some sort of odd jackpot during one of my balloon playing mini-trips where I became one of innumerable numbers of faces just breathing in and out of balloons in some other dimension. The faces seemed to revolve around wheels and all were very blank and hairless. And all they did was breathe in and out of these balloons things. As I came down I laughed because for some reason I knew that would never happen again. The odds of me playing the balloon to those exact specifications were pure chance and very slim chance at that.
In another mini-trip I because some strange cube with spikes on its side connected to all these other strange spiked cubes. The word hedgehog came to mind as I came down thinking "How will I find people with whom I can relate this experience?"
To continue down my memory of the mini-trips. In one I felt my pupils dilate and I knew if I allowed my pupils to dilate in the manner the universe was asking of me I would see the specific things it wanted me to see in great detail. There was a chart, which showed at the beginning a geometric shape and at the end a letter which corresponded to it. The geometric shapes took on increasing complexity as I struggled not to be vain in my ability to see these constructs. I thought of another individual who I felt was capable of seeing these constructs (his nickname is porn) and I thought that perhaps I could see them in a manner more efficient than him because I would do my best not to taint this gift with pride. I then proceeded to live a short and exaggerated existence as a sleek version of this individual, sticking my tongue out in a kiss like manner and rubbing my nipples. I laughed as I was once again myself.
At one point I was visually manifesting geometric shapes that would grow out of the balloon and then connect to my head or various other ?transdimensional? air holders which often filled my balloon with more air than it previously held or took it into designs. Most frequent though was just a geometric shape covered piping which most often only connected to my head or knotted up in strange manners to connect back into itself. It made strange noises, echoes and reverberations, when it would connect to my head.
At another point I took upon myself the most condescending bitter and judgmental eyes that asked me what grand scheme had I expected to find through chemical alteration of my brain? They were my own eyes, but much more dark and perceptive. They held in them no quality of compassion or understanding, merely a bitter humor that laughed as to say "What had you expected? You are on drugs."
For several of my balloons I felt as if lsd, nitrous, or perhaps myself had some sort of carnival life as a background. Multiple times I was sure that the collection of human experience exists as a separate but solely observational/collective information holding consciousness. I experienced a boy who was selected by a carnival woman with an accompanying rhyme along the lines of "The boy who I shall pick and meet is the one who tickles most my feet." and though I had said or done nothing she chose me. It was much along the lines of eeny-meeny-miny-mo, and I happened to be the boy selected.
For my last mini-trip that I can remember - also remembering that none of these are in the order of their experience - a strange black plastic liquid dripped from my mouth and solidified into something in my hands. I laughed and said out loud "What the fuck?" wondering if I had discovered some recessed human ability to create constructs out of something we secrete much in the way of spiders, but as I sobered up I realized I was simply holding an empty balloon.
The best moments of my trip were had through suspended disbelief. Something I often have a lot of difficulty having. I feel normally as if its not an attribute I naturally possess. Luckily, I was VERY high and the experiences happened faster and too completely to be disbelieved until observed in retrospect.
Today is my only trip (not counting salvia) that was more than just layered thought, but consisting of experiences that are very much separate from my own. Very interesting and definitely an amazing ride. I look forward to doing it again.
Edited by abore (11/04/08 12:05 AM)
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