Trip 1#: Stepping into the light
Dose: 1 1/2 tabs
Setting: My apartment complex, alone

This is the first psychedelic that I've willingly done.

4:15- I put the 1 and a half tabs on my tongue. It tastes like paper. Nothing more. Nothing less. It's almost like I took the pages out of my binder and started chewing. This is odd to me. All of the other drugs that I've ever done have had flavor. Some aroma or taste that I can attribute to it.

The flowery bouquet of opium. The perfumey sting of fresh hash. The peppery pine of fine hydro. The fire of liquor. The medicinal taste of pills. The sweetness of an N2O puff.

This is a blank.

Curiouser and curiouser.


4:50- I am outside of my apartment walking around. The sun is setting. I walk over to the pool area, lay back in a plastic weave chair and watch the sun go down.

5:25- The lights at the pool are on. I notice an odd shimmer to them. A peculiar glint out of the corner of my eye. It seems as though the rainbow pattern that comes out from the edges of the light is magnified.

Am I tripping?
I'm not sure. I walk back to my apartment. Once I get their I start a playlist going on my iTunes. It's aptly named TRIPPING.

6:00- "Remember what the doormouse says" rings in my ears. It's Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit. An acid song. I begin to wonder if my playlist is cliche enough. Pretty soon I'll be listening to "Lucy in the Sky with Daimonds" followed by Jimi Hendrix twitching and wailing and singing about haze and it's purplyness. I begin to bounce a red stressball around my wall.

Trails.

As the ball bounced from wall to my hand I see it, not as one fluid motion but as a continuous blur where images from seconds before string together. My hands are multiplied. My arms are infinite.

Yes. I am definatly tripping.
This is really cool.

As the music begins to echo in odd looping patterns I begin to wander. First I head to my bedroom. They I head to my closet. As I move the texture is twitching and patterns emerge from seemingly nowhere. Its like looking at clouds and finding oddly compeling shapes. You can see a boat sailing in the arrangement of dots on a popcorn ceiling. You can see a heartbeat twitch in the folds of a shirt. Also the room tastes like Red. I'm not sure what that means. When I walk into my bathroom. It looks like a paradise. A weird pink and white blur shining with crystal patterns. (The bathroom has pink and white tiles in it). I start up the bathwater.

I then look at myself in the mirror. I have been told not to do this unless fully prepared as advice from chronic trippers. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I look.

I am Jesus (my hair is long and I haven't shaved in a while). I am a frog. I am my former roomate. I am my classmate. I am my brother. I am Shiva. I am Satan. I am everyone. I am God. I am Me. Who the fuck am I. My face warps and changes to suit various looks. My jaw and eyes shift and melt into oddly cartoony caricatures of me. MY pupils are huge.

Whoa.
I am tripping balls, this is awesome.

I look over to the tub. It's almost full of water. I must have been staring at my face for at least five minutes. I turn the water off and dip in. I close my eyes.

THe world is chaos. Lava and volcanos. Lightening and Thunder all gyrating around a great pulsing sun. Protiens begin to connect in the deep oceans of the world. Cell membranes form. Bacteria. Life. Fish swim to the earth. Frogs. Lizards. Mammals. Humans. Sex. Life. Death. Rebirth. I open my eyes.

What the Fuck.
Was that a dream within a dream within a dream. Am I dreaming. Is life a dream. No. This is reality, and I have just ingested 1 and a half tabs of Lysergic acid diethlamide.

6:35- Dripping with water I wander again with some pajama pants on and a towel drapped over my shoulder, because "you gotta know where your towel is". My computer is playing The Doors. I walk over to go choose a new song. Wait the computer says its playing Bob Marley. Why the fuck am I hearing The Doors. No wait. I can hear Bob Marley and The Doors playing at the same time. What? The Doors disapears and I can only hear Bob Marley. My brain must have kept on playing the song even after it stopped playing.

This effect happened everytime I walked out of my living room that night.

8:50- I scribble circles and bubbles down in my notebook. I draw a picture of a gun with a clip that is loaded with sperm. I draw a picture of a woman giving birth to the earth. I draw a picture of a man going crazy with his brain blowing up like an atom bomb. I am tripping balls.

11:30- I play my guitar, singing loudly and I utterly loose myself in the melody. I make a new song. I'm not sure if I'll remember it in the morning.

5:00 am - I have gotten no sleep. I am lying in bed hoping to get something. I wink at least. My hand transforms into a snail. It looks really cute. I still want to get some sleep.

7:00- I have The Watchman playing on my laptop. I have gotten no sleep. The colors look amazing. I get some clothes on and head to the convinince store. I feel energized but not so much tripping. I go buy a Sprite and a candybar. A treat for a long night. Holy shit. That was awesome.




Trip 2# Shadow Walking.

When you and a few friends decide to watch Stephen King's the Stand and take 3 hits of acid, you know you're going to be in for a long night. It's about 7 o clock and me and my friend, who we'll call Gonzo take 1 hit of acid. We turn on the TV and wait an hour. Nothing. We are wating for my friend, who we'll call The Jolly Green, to come over with his girlfriend, who we'll call, girlfriend. He is an acid virgin and he wants to join us while we watch a movie about the end of the world with a head full of acid. I can't tell if this is adventurous or stupid. His girlfriend will not be partaking. Maybe she wants to record us act like bufoons of act as our babysitter should things go south. Of her intentions I'm not sure.

30 minutes later he comes over. We give him 2 hits of acid. Me and Gonzo take our other 2 hits. Girlfiend drinks a beer.

We turn on the movie. Things get weird.
The colors don't make any sense. The lights are terrible. Everying looks fake. Worse than a play. The acting is shoddy. The costumes are terribe. Tee lights don't make any sense. We begin to laugh. This is stupid. Why did we work ourselves up for this.

We go outside and throw a color changing frisbee. It's tripping out. Trailing like mad.
We head back inside.

I play some guitar along with the mood of a forboding scene. I go crazy on it just to tease at my friends. I can't tell if I'm being a jackass or horsing around.

I look over to the Jolly Green and can see childhood memories well up inside him. While I'm laughing I can see a tinge of fear on his eyes. I try to comfort him. He is pacing. His eyes are saucers. He is watching the movie from the kitchen with the light on. I can't tell if he is freaking out or goofing off. We smoke a bowl to help him calm down.

I go into a room with Gonzo's pet boa. I listen to Dave Matthews and TOol. The room starts to feel Egyptian. A red light is reflecting off the wall and I see patterns that remind me of heiroglyphs.

I go back in to watch the movie. Everything is red. The TV is red. The room is red. There is a woman on the screen trying to seduce a younger boy. She is offering him red wine. I look over to my friend and say. "Damn this is some vampire shit going on."

I go back to my music.
A city of Gold.
Heaven.

HELL

I hear a gasp. The room is dark. There is fire and devils. Judgement. Tautning. Am I in hell?

Redemption.
Sacrifice. We are touched by the hand of God. We are saved.
Life goes on.
Credits.

What happened? Wasn't there a movie on? Wait what?

The Jolly Green and his girlfriend leave.

Me and Gonzo watch some undersea show in HD showcasing a pod of squids. The ocean is fucking weird.
Then we watch a comedic cartoon. It feels somehow extra "cartoony"

He goes to get McDonalds. I ordered a McGriddle. I am still tripping balls. HAs he come down yet? Is he going to be safe? Should I have stopped him?

He gets back just fine with a smile on his face and tells me that I should have joined him. He said it was an awesome trip.
After we eat, he falls asleep on the couch. I try to sleep in a spare room on a matress on the floor.

I can't sleep. I pace all around the house. From laundry room to spare room to kitchen in one constant loop. This feel like purgatory. I want to head home.

He goes to sleep in his bedroom. With him tucked away in the back I feel alone in the house. I try to watch a movie (The Dark Knight). I can't get into it. I want to go home. It's 1 in the afternoon. Clouds are coming in. A slight drizzle begins. I can see patterns shift and morph in the carpet. I'm still tripping.

I try to will myself from tripping. I begin to convince myself that I am not trippping. I compress all of the weird and flowing instincts back into my psyche. Like squishing the head down on a Jack-in-the-Box.

I get in my car and drive home. [Warning: Driving while Tripping is really really fucking stupid. I was young and foolish and lucky that my house was not far away].

I play with my dog. Watch some online webshows. Eat cereal. Take a shower. I am still tripping balls. I watch a movie (Inception). Still tripping. Fall asleep on my couch. It's 9:30 at night. Still tripping.

I wake up the next morning. I am no longer tripping.


*These are the memory fragments of 2 of the most informative trips that I have every had. I share them as learning experiences, particularly about how set and setting can dicatate a trip.

Very well written. I have experienced much of the same things, particularly a song playing in your head long after its over.

This was an epic read. Reading your report (at least the positive one) while listening to music was like diving into the opening monologue of a good movie. It's interesting how well you recall and describe something that (presumably) happened so long ago. I haven't seen LSD in a long time, but this really brings me back. Thanks for writing it.

Been there done that with the mirror

I don't understand why a lot of people say not to do it, I love looking at myself in the mirror on high doses of LSD.

"what in the hell am I?"

I get a strong dose of that from showering while tripping. The human body is a strange beast.