Weight: 230 lb.
Height: 6'
Male, 19 years young
Dose: unknown (LSD)
Hello all,
Sorry for the long wait, but I'm an important man and so I was not able to set aside time for this report until today.
On Friday night, I had planned on taking four hits (of unknown strength) of acid with two of my friends and attending a Pink Floyd laser show. I had been to several of the shows at my university's planetarium and each was epic, so I was looking forward to an epic trip.
Sometime that afternoon, I learned that my friends would not be able to come. They had partied all night and were too hungover to trip.
And so I was alone. With 12 hits of acid.
Because I was so looking forward to an epic trip, I decided to go forth with the plan regardless; I ate the four hits at around 6:00 PM. I immediately took my bike out for a ride, and rode around town for about an hour; I got to the foothills and decided to hike and watch the sunset. At this point I did not feel any significant effects. The sunset, however, was peaceful and beautiful and I was happy.
After the sun went down, it started to get dark quickly. I could see the lights from the town at the base of the hills, and they seemed to glimmer and flicker brilliantly, in a way which I had never seen them do. I took this as my first sign of the trip. However, I still did not feel like I was tripping hard at all. I was beginning to question the strength of the hits I had taken.
It was about 8:00 and darkness had fallen upon the town. I still had three hours before the show started at 11. I decided to go to my friend's house and get stoned.
I get to his house and we smoke pot and watched the end of Forrest Gump and the beginning of The Terminal. (Tom Hanks marathon?) I was stoned, and I was feeling fairly trippy, but this was still nothing to write home about. I was starting to worry that the laser show would not be as epic as planned.
I finally got to the laser show, and chatted up with the girl selling tickets. I recognized her from my physics class, and she said hello. We talked about the relativity exam we had taken Tuesday, and she lamented over her bad score. I reported (correctly) that I had gotten 100%. She didn't believe me. So I decided to step outside for a smoke. I spent some time walking around the planetarium, looking at the trippy exhibits and whatnot. I was tripping enough to be able to stare at some sort of representation of Earth, covered in swirling colors that signified some sort of scientific thing. I stared at it until the show started.
The show began with "Welcome to the Machine," and the epic visualizers came on, as planned. However, I was still me, thinking about me, thinking about how good (or not good) of a time I was having. This was a huge indicator to me that the acid was not working properly. I was cheesed. The show was bland and boring, only slightly perked up by my very mild acid high.
Afterwards, very unsatisfied with my trip, I decided "fuck it" and ate the remaining 8 hits of acid. There was no way I could have prepared for what was ahead.
I headed back to my friend's place and laid on the couch, wondering whether the hits I'd taken would take effect. It was past midnight, and my friend retired for bed, after sharing a joint with me. I laid back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, the textures of which suddenly began to disappear and "smooth out," reappear, move, etc. This was the first true visual I've ever experienced on acid.
By the time the peak started, it was about 2 a.m. and dark outside. I don't remember too much about what happened, but I remember wanting very badly to float above the ground, as any contact I made with the ground was uncomfortable. A John Lennon poster on his wall began to move; Lennon would shift positions in such a way that would put him back in the exact same position after every movement. I looked at the TV (which I had begun ignoring long before the peak started) and decided that the words coming out of it were very distracting. After fumbling with the remote, I decided to stand up and switch it off manually. Once the TV turned off, it got very quiet. I started to hear things, rumblings and hissings and clunks. I wasn't able to tell whether they were just house noises, or if they were in my head. All these noises began to blend together as time began to stop working; One noise would happen, and it would still be happening, or echoing in my head, or something, until the next noise happened. This flood of auditory sensation started to mix together in my head, resulting in a sound that disturbingly resembled the noise made by the evil zombie alien race in the Halo series, the Flood. Luckily, I was able to "gracefully skirt around" the frightening experience, a skill that I mastered in my early days of marijuana and avoiding that paranoia.
Like I said earlier, time was not working properly and on several occasions seemed not to pass at all. I eventually decided to perform an experiment to confirm that time was indeed still working. I took out a pen and checked the time, wrote down that time, stood up, walked into the kitchen, stood there and stared at the tiles on the floor, and eventually returned to the TV room. I checked the time and wrote it down again; a minute had passed. I drew a line between the written times and rejoiced in the fact that I had just proved time was still passing.
Then a drunk man stumbled into the house, down the stairs, and onto the couch next to me. I was undisturbed by the event, as it happened almost without my knowledge as I stared into the abyss. He started talking to me about girls and problems and this party he was at, I think. I don't really know. I was tripping much too hard to be able to figure out what was going on. (I realized at some point that this was my friend's roommate.) I told him I was tripping too hard to be able to understand him, in an effort to give him the hint that the last thing on my mind was his problems, but he insisted upon talking. He continued to talk for about an hour, which seemed an eternity. I almost died of boredom. Once he went to bed, it was about 4 in the morning and I was still peaking hard. I wanted so badly for the sun to come up, as I wanted to look at the blue sky and the Earth in brilliant daylight. Alas, the sun would not rise when I willed it. At some point I picked up the pen and started writing things down. Here's some of what I wrote:
"At precisely 7:00 am today. there will be something that is beautiful. You're mind is but only a fragment. *drawing of circle with radial lines coming from it, and what appears to be a patch of grass.* Life is a consequence of the fact that, in a system that exists within the confines of itself, to it is, unto [whentever?] nothing more to stare? The sun will rise (smiley) The sun will rise and it's glorious rays will fall splendidly into being, amongst all those that others. You've unlicked the time-portal. You are merely a worm with a whole #@$* ton of you out. Judy Garland is crazy. Already presumed. Why am I here? Writing this down? Why is writing this different from writing this! It is good All that is will continue forever to. The letters good. gd. g-d. *alterations of symbols g&d* 'crazy' is a fascinating construct within itself. It is a counterpiece to truth. That the sun will rise is a good thing. Why is crazy a thing? Ultimately, 'crazy' is nothing more than constructed institutions would have ya think :wink: Why must good fight evil? Why must evil stand against good. You must face it. *calculations attempting to figure out when the sun would rise* 6 is apparently importand. six. hex. The truth lie. *trippy face with speech bubble saying, 'who knew?'* is just waiting to be found. half middle balance. All we can really be sure of is that there is good in this world. I, [full legal name], purchased these flowers, and in doing so, has found the meaning of life. The solution *arrow pointing to box which reads 'it doesn't matter!'* Good is the heart of all existance. The nature of our universe is [unconsequentially?] what it is not thus unto farther thought. WHAT. cause it doesn't! cause it is good. Within a flower within the sun and the sun rise. The sun will rise. The sun will rise. Sleep is all that there is to come from. Sleep is what provides a construct. Here. Where is Mark? 1.2.3.4567891011 I have been brought into existence so that I can be a good for all of what is good. water thirsty. Go tend that need. tend, need infinity infinity the void it's not like you [sure?] the world [teror?] itself [oya?] socially is all the. So I can take from this night what I want from it. WHAT ARE YOU? I AMA good is the reason for being. All being chance. I am is good. That there is in the first a one-in-a-million-billion place means that there is infinite joy and pleasure to be found in the infinite planes of reality. Good to eat. Chance. I am a chance. *another box that reads, 'It doesn't matter.'."
The above is from one of the several pages I defiled during that trip. What words I couldn't read are in [these].
Afterwards, the sun rose, but I was so exhausted from being up all night tripping that I wanted nothing more than to sleep. I wanted to see beauty in the outdoors, but my damn mind could not stop thinking about sleep. So I found a bed (the third roommate was out of town) and laid there, thinking about how badly I wanted to sleep. I was so uncomfortable and irritable and angry that I had wasted all the acid on a night trip. (I don't think I'll ever trip at night again). The walls of the room were distractingly bright and colorful. The colors were sinister and they mocked me as I tried to ignore them. When I shut my eyes, the colors kept me awake and teased me, danced around my mind and destroying any chance of sleep.
I finally got out of bed at around 11. I went downstairs and smoked a bowl with my friend. I was still tripping, but I was able to form some thoughts and hold a semi-sane conversation. I spent the rest of that day coming down off the trip. The visuals had passed by noon, but I still heard a strange hodge-podge of noises that would not let my mind rest. My tinnitus and the subsequent ringing in my ears was strangely evolved into a vocalization that repeated continually, "gleep" inside my head. This "gleep" kept me from sleeping all afternoon, and it taunted and tormented me and kept me awake as the colors had.
At some point that afternoon, I made this post.
I eventually slept at around midnight. It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life. Falling asleep.
This may sound like a bad trip, but it really wasn't. At no point was I scared (except when two spiders appeared, but this was when the drunk guy was there so he killed them for me.) However, I was uncomfortable and irritable for most of it, and in this regard it was not a good trip. I learned a lot, however. The lessons I took from this were:
1) never underestimate the power of LSD.
2) never trip at night/ when you are not well rested.
3) spiders suck
4) no matter how far down the rabbit hole you go, sleep will always bring you back out.
5) sleep is the greatest thing ever.
6) always take your acid at dawn. ALWAYS.
7) at the heart of consciousness there is some sort of unifying entity that binds all things, animate or not, together
8) don't look at clocks whilst tripping.
I'm very excited for my next high dose trip; I will prepare for it properly and hopefully my next meeting with the universal consciousness will be much more pleasant.
