Time ingested: 8 pm.
Setting: At home alone, wife went upstate to visit family
Dose: Two tabs

So I sat on my couch, put one tab under my tongue and the other in-between my check and gum on my upper left side. I later moved the bottom tab to the top of my mouth to reduce my salivation. The taste was bitter, but not overly disgusting.

I turned on a movie about glass pipe artists and how it all started, called Degenerate art. Is worth the watch if you are interested.

At roughly 830 it started to kick in, and it came up really fast. A surprise that made me not uncomfortable but a little worried. That subsided as I tried to focus on the movie, while giggling about their voices and faces. I had gotten cold as I was in my underwear so I pulled a blanket over myself. I was beginning to enter that mind-fuck state, where my thoughts would dart back and forth over subjects that made no sense yet at the same time made all the sense. While I was enthralled with these thoughts, there was an inner monologue going on in my head about everything, the movie, my mental status and the trip. All performed by my coworkers voices. Their reactions and personalities were to tee of what they would be in real life.

The visuals were intense, way more intense than my times spent with acid. On par with my 1oz shroom trip I did years back, but not nearly as dark and foreboding as shrooms. I found myself drifting to dark places a few times but had relative ease pulling myself out.

The faces of the people on screen were constantly shifting and morphing into new faces altogether. And the colorful artwork in many of the pipes/bongs they made were spinning and colliding, radiating color off the screen. The carpet was like an ocean, constantly moving within itself, but more interestingly was this thin wire covering my entire floor like a Slinkey. It was every color imaginable. It was slowly twisting on the ground as the colors sided across its surface. There would be rays of the same colors that would cross the room but quickly fade away only to come back when I least expected it.

Everything felt so weird, but good to touch and I had lots of energy. Reminiscent of ecstasy, or an amphetamine.

Around 1030 I decided it was time to lay down in bed, tired or not. It took me roughly ten minutes to get into bed as I could not make up my mind on anything, regarding food, water or what to sleep in. I found myself walking back and forth constantly changing my mind in the middle of my actions. When I finally lay into bed, I was completely unable to sleep, or keep my eyes closed. I was a little disappointed that there were little to no CEV's. But the light that broke through the cracks in my blinds darted back and forth along my wall in all kinds of colors, mainly consisting of green, purple and red. And the words on my phone danced, growing bigger and smaller with the music I was playing. Making it incredibly hard but very amusing to read.

Last time I looked at the clock it was 2 am. I believe I passed out shortly after that as I have no memory of what happened from then on. I woke the next day around 8 am, no hangover or afterglow but a little tired still and a little burnt out.

This was an etreamily enjoyable time for me and the first trip in over a year. A much much needed experience.