I really don't know how to begin to do one of these trip reports but the urge to complete and post it is too great to ignore... so much to discuss.
4:17 pm - I am completely committed to the experience, no turning back on it now as the tab lay on my tongue, tasteless as it was... so insignificantly small (only .25 inches square)
Currently in my sitter's apartment, listening to music, discussing possible outcomes for the rest of my trip
4:50 pm - pre-flight anxiety perhaps? I remember feeling antsy, almost impatiently wondering "Was that acid I just dropped or just a tasteless piece of paper?"
5:06 pm - beginning to transition from pre-flight anxiety is only just the beginning, feeling... off in a way, was I feeling this way because of the acid? or was this a placebo effect and the acid hasn't even begun?
We decided to go on a walk about the campus to get the trip started... impatiences is at an all time high
5:16 pm - We're walking around the campus quad, sunset has begun to takeover the skies and I wonder about the concept of daylight savings time and its utter pointlessness, am I walking on auto pilot right now? where are we going? Things look slightly different, my ability to change focus onto different things begins to takeover as I am distracted by everything, the squirrels on the ground, patterns in the leaves are strongly apparent, I look up only to find birds just where I happened to be looking at the time... a whole swarm of geese, I could almost feel the unnerving tension in their chatter, like they were in a rush to escape the cold and were yelling at each other to all fly faster, my sitter and accompanying friend are both very cold, and it is quite apparent that they are with what they are saying and behavior, I am strangely not feeling at all cold... "should I be perhaps bothered by this?" I thought briefly, beginning to feel slightly like I'm floating
We're about ready to finish the loop around the quad on campus now, not a whole lot of activity going on otherwise on campus that I am noticing. I recall making an analogy to my sitter than the autopilot walking that I've been doing is like I'm in a cart on a rail, where the ground is the rails, my body the cart, and my head it's passenger, free to look everywhere without much worry of what's directly ahead "do I look suspicious?" I thought, We cross the street to the pond to see the fountain and to sit in the gazebo, instantly my focus goes onto the fountain, the sound of the water crashing about the pond is calming to my nerves, I watch as the floodlight-lit fountain's water rushed up from which it came, spewed into the air, and came crashing down back into the pond, my fascination continues as my eyes examine the waves that are created in the water, the wind almost appears jealous of the beauty of the waves that I witness in the glistening light as it tears the waves apart, only for the waves to return again once the wind has run out of energy, I reminisce in the times that I've had in previous years in the same gazebo with my sitter as all of this is happening
I felt a sudden urge to leave the gazebo at some point, still unsure at this point what made me want to leave, was it a decision that was made by someone else in the group or was it I that wanted to leave at that instant?
We are bombarded with what I swear was absolute gridlock in the once empty road that we just crossed minutes ago, we are nearing my sitter's place once again "was that road really that busy?" was stuck in my head
5:53 pm - We return to the warmth of his apartment, I remember feeling shocked by just how much of a temperature difference there was, "and just how cold was it outside?" I thought, we go back into his room, sitter and his friend hot box the room as I begin to completely lose touch with reality, in anything that I've known before at least, objects begin to appear to have life... breathing almost, the posters on his walls (Peace Signs, an ode to "Fear in Loathing in Las Vegas" and others) begin to look as if they are changing the shape and size without end
6:15 pm - I remember suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the apparent action of noticing that everything was pulsating around me, and then as soon as I would feel overwhelmed the pulsating would stop, only to creep back up again when I least expected it, the realization that the pulsating what in sync with my breathing becomes apparent, I remember hearing a car outside pulling into a spot outside the window, I peek through the closed blinds to see what's outside, only to become completely distracted by the reflections in the window instead of actually looking through it
6:33 pm - I begin to feel as if I am falling, not down onto the ground, but through time, like I fell into the past, and then keep snapping back into the present, the fascination with this feeling is explained by my sitter that I'm "just tripping, enjoy it, experience life for what it is"
6:40 pm - my sitter realizes he is out of rolling papers (or can't find the ones he's got) for his cigs, and decides that we ought to walk to the tobacco store a block away to get some, we make it to the parking lot only to run into his roommate and her mother, unpacking the car from an apparent day of shopping, I noticed that the mother of his roommate is wearing toe shoes, not normal shoes... toe shoes
.... talked to her about them and how I too, have a pair (and that I wasn't wearing because of the cold), we walked past them and through the parking lot, looking up into the sky, slightly overcast with a openings to see the stars, at some point the both of us are caught in a rather cold gust of wind and we decided that the papers were not worth the walk to get them, and return to the warmth of the apartment, back into his room
Babbling between him and I begin and I attempt to describe to him what is is acid is like
7:45 pm - everything is still having the apparent breathing/pulsations to them as I am become distracted by the lights in his room, like a fly to a bug-zapper, I realize the apparent analogy and I move on from being distracted by lights.
8:00 pm - an urge unlike any other is beginning to take over, "what is this I am feeling?" I begin to question, the room and everything in it begins to feel like it's too full, almost as if there's just too much stuff inside of it, the urge becomes stronger as I begin to realize it's nothing more than the urge to pee
what an interesting experience that is, and what a relief it was to be back from the bathroom into his room, as if all my troubles and problems, for the time being, flushed away without worry
8:30 pm - I can honestly recognize this as being the most intense experience I've ever partaken yet in this life, and it has yet to be completed
My cheeks ache, I only realize then that I have been smiling practically the entire time I've been tripping so far... had I this now eerie feeling smile this whole time? I must have been, because my cheeks wouldn't be this sore from nothing now would it? I attempt to stop smiling, this only makes smiling that much harder to prevent, like fighting fire with fire
As the babbling between my sitter and I continue, we come up with an interesting analogy to our conversations:
The bits of information in our conversation is like
Jenga blocks, and we continue to talk over the same pieces of information, much in the same way as you reuse the blocks in jenga, and eventually, the tower crumbles, and we're left wondering "wait, what was I just talking about?" and we would have to then pick up the bits and pieces of our 'then conversation', and start the tower anew
9:50 pm - I recall feeling a brief (no more than a minute or two) feeling as though gravity had shifted, and that I wasn't leaning against the wall, but rather that I was laying on the wall instead, as soon as I realized that I felt like i was stuck, the feeling vanished without a trace.
10:20 pm - The love of my life has now clocked off of work, and she was waiting for me in her car, for us to go back home, I remember seeing jealously in her eyes the instant I got in the car, completely understandable since she had spent the day at work whilst I trip... I go to comfort her and to give her kisses, only to realize I probably look like a tripped out fool, I begin to wonder about the concept of shame and it's utter insignificance in the situation, as I can only just begin to imagine the experience that awaits her first trip (not until next week, same acid I am still on though), I begin to attempt to describe to her the feelings that I am experiencing.... the concept of 'tripping' and whathaveyou, when I realized that we were actually moving, I had gotten into her car, and we were moving towards home, and I didn't even notice?
We arrive back to her parent's apartment, "finally some familiarity" I thought as her cats realize I am back, and instantly go to trying to earn my affection, to which I give them lots, I ate the half of a sub that I had from before the start of the trip, eating is such a strange thing to do, the sounds and tastes, all familiar from earlier in the day, have subtle additions to the taste that I didn't notice before
I am unsure where to go from here because the details with which I can use at this point to describe the next series of events are how do you say..... 'graphic'? let's just leave it at: my girlfriend was looking for some love.... and was it ever
midnight - I realize that it has been almost a full 8 hours since that simple looking .25 inch square sheet of paper was placed upon my tongue by none other than myself, and I realized that that was the longest 8 hours I've ever possibly felt... ever, still feeling like the acid is still present, but definitely on the downside of the trip
2:53 am - I am completing this trip report, still feeling like i could be on acid still, but then that could the the sleep calling out to me...
Over all I believe the experience, from start to finish, was an overall complete positive experience on my life, I feel like I've only just dipped my feet into the ever deepening pool that is acid, only to realize, that I have 3 tabs that are stronger than the one I just had....
that was weak what I've experienced by comparison? Perhaps another time, another week, but for now, this is WEM, signing out, and going to bed
A dramatic shift approaches...