ToastedAlly
Neurotransmetteur
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- 14 Sept 2010
- Messages
- 44
Dose: ~300 ?g
Weight: ~230 lb.
sex: male
age: 19
Hello everybody,
I'm here to tell you all about this little secret I found; Take your acid in the morning, exactly an hour before you intend to wake up.
I tried this for the first time yesterday morning. I set my alarm for 6:30 am, and placed three 100?g tabs under my tongue, after disabling my alarm and taking a swig of water; I knew I wouldn't need any help waking up. For a couple of minutes, I could not return to sleep because I was too excited about tripping (reminiscent of trying to fall asleep on christmas eve as a child). After a couple minutes, however, my body realized it was 6:30 in the morning and fell back into a deep sleep.
I dreamt for an hour about being a middle-aged, slightly overweight doctor, somebody known and loved in the small southern town I worked in. No events from this dream were recalled.
I awoke to find my face in a large quantity of drool, which I later figured was a result of the fact that something was in my mouth, which caused salivation. I immediately realized I was caught dead in the middle of a full-blown trip. I checked my time to find it was 7:31 am, precisely an hour after I'd taken the dose. The first thing I noticed was that I felt very cold, and for awhile struggled to gain warmth in my bed. The room was awash with colors and swimming shadows. I realized in hindsight that I should've cleaned the room before I went to bed, as the mess was very disorienting. A poster on my wall of Emma Stone (who I originally only found to be marginally attractive, poster was free) contained a foreign, unfamiliar face, a shadowy, sinister, crawling version of the face it used to hold. In a "sober" state, I would have been disturbed by this, but instead I found myself lusting after the evil image.
After pacing my room in complete and utter insanity, I decided to take a shower and get the fuck out of there. As an RA, I have no business being completely mindfucked in my building, where my boss and my residents live; however, I knew that at 7:30 on a saturday morning, I would see nobody stirring for a few hours. The shower was mainly uneventful, but very fun and the warmth was nice.
I got outside with my backpack and hopped on my bike. It was a glorious golden day, gold color thanks to a nearby fire, although at the time I didn't realize this was from the fire and so I assumed it was part of the trip. I biked to the foot hills of the mountain range I live next to and locked my bike, and began climbing the mountain. When I got to the top of the first plateau, I found a nice perch and enjoyed my last cigarette (I forgot to buy another pack, too late now, I thought to myself). From this perch I watched the city beneath me begin to stir, sounds and lights saturating the late-sunrise scene. Eventually I decided that, since I can't go back to where I live, I should have an adventure. And so I turned to walk toward the tall, rocky mountains. I walked into a first which I was dismayed to find full of voices. At first I was worried for my sanity, but then I looked around to see swarms of hikers, joggers, dogwalkers, etc. It was Saturday. I spent most of my time in the forest trying to get lost, trying to get away from the voices, but they were everywhere. Eventually I was able to appreciate the trippiness they added to the experience. (In hindsight, some music would've been an excellent remedy.) I was shocked when I eventually reached a rocky, crumbly cliff face, which I decided to climb. Eventually I was high enough up to where no voices could be heard. The silence was incomplete, though, thanks to a very faint, echoing music that was ringing through the mountains. I'm still not sure whether it was real.
At some point I got lost and ran out of water, which brought on a brief moment of panic. It soon passed, as I realized these mountains were full of people. Besides, I'm an eagle scout. I figured if anyone was to survive an acid trip lost on a cliff face without water, it would be me. I slowly made my way down, and got back onto a main trail. I got back into the city, where I was able to make my way to the trail head, where my bike was. At this point it was a little past noon.
I went over to my buddy's house to smoke some bong and eat some almonds; after he ran out for some groceries, we went for a long bike ride through the city, and I saw several parts I'd never seen before. This was amazing, and the bike riding was so smooth I felt like I was gliding over the concrete. The social experience of being with this kid, who'd never taken acid before, was slightly awkward, as I realized half of what I said made no sense, and that I was unable to properly interpret what he was talking about most of the time. He was understanding and forgiving, though, which was nice. I've been tripping around him before.
I spent the come down eating and smoking pot, and I had a nice evening followed by a nice night of Halo: Reach.
This trip wasn't amazing, and no particular part of it was really worth describing in detail; what's important about it is that it was the first trip I've spent without thinking, "GAWSH, I'm SO tired!!! I wish I could sleep!!!" the whole time; normally, this makes for a very unpleasant trip. Also, I didn't spend an hour waiting around for the acid to hit me, I just woke up full on tripping. This made the trip much more concrete and I never had any thoughts of, "Am I peaking now? Will I be tripping any harder soon? Should I have taken more?" The trip was extremely pleasant, and I had an amazing adventurous day. I would recommend this technique of dosing to anyone, at least to try it once. It is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
Weight: ~230 lb.
sex: male
age: 19
Hello everybody,
I'm here to tell you all about this little secret I found; Take your acid in the morning, exactly an hour before you intend to wake up.
I tried this for the first time yesterday morning. I set my alarm for 6:30 am, and placed three 100?g tabs under my tongue, after disabling my alarm and taking a swig of water; I knew I wouldn't need any help waking up. For a couple of minutes, I could not return to sleep because I was too excited about tripping (reminiscent of trying to fall asleep on christmas eve as a child). After a couple minutes, however, my body realized it was 6:30 in the morning and fell back into a deep sleep.
I dreamt for an hour about being a middle-aged, slightly overweight doctor, somebody known and loved in the small southern town I worked in. No events from this dream were recalled.
I awoke to find my face in a large quantity of drool, which I later figured was a result of the fact that something was in my mouth, which caused salivation. I immediately realized I was caught dead in the middle of a full-blown trip. I checked my time to find it was 7:31 am, precisely an hour after I'd taken the dose. The first thing I noticed was that I felt very cold, and for awhile struggled to gain warmth in my bed. The room was awash with colors and swimming shadows. I realized in hindsight that I should've cleaned the room before I went to bed, as the mess was very disorienting. A poster on my wall of Emma Stone (who I originally only found to be marginally attractive, poster was free) contained a foreign, unfamiliar face, a shadowy, sinister, crawling version of the face it used to hold. In a "sober" state, I would have been disturbed by this, but instead I found myself lusting after the evil image.
After pacing my room in complete and utter insanity, I decided to take a shower and get the fuck out of there. As an RA, I have no business being completely mindfucked in my building, where my boss and my residents live; however, I knew that at 7:30 on a saturday morning, I would see nobody stirring for a few hours. The shower was mainly uneventful, but very fun and the warmth was nice.
I got outside with my backpack and hopped on my bike. It was a glorious golden day, gold color thanks to a nearby fire, although at the time I didn't realize this was from the fire and so I assumed it was part of the trip. I biked to the foot hills of the mountain range I live next to and locked my bike, and began climbing the mountain. When I got to the top of the first plateau, I found a nice perch and enjoyed my last cigarette (I forgot to buy another pack, too late now, I thought to myself). From this perch I watched the city beneath me begin to stir, sounds and lights saturating the late-sunrise scene. Eventually I decided that, since I can't go back to where I live, I should have an adventure. And so I turned to walk toward the tall, rocky mountains. I walked into a first which I was dismayed to find full of voices. At first I was worried for my sanity, but then I looked around to see swarms of hikers, joggers, dogwalkers, etc. It was Saturday. I spent most of my time in the forest trying to get lost, trying to get away from the voices, but they were everywhere. Eventually I was able to appreciate the trippiness they added to the experience. (In hindsight, some music would've been an excellent remedy.) I was shocked when I eventually reached a rocky, crumbly cliff face, which I decided to climb. Eventually I was high enough up to where no voices could be heard. The silence was incomplete, though, thanks to a very faint, echoing music that was ringing through the mountains. I'm still not sure whether it was real.
At some point I got lost and ran out of water, which brought on a brief moment of panic. It soon passed, as I realized these mountains were full of people. Besides, I'm an eagle scout. I figured if anyone was to survive an acid trip lost on a cliff face without water, it would be me. I slowly made my way down, and got back onto a main trail. I got back into the city, where I was able to make my way to the trail head, where my bike was. At this point it was a little past noon.
I went over to my buddy's house to smoke some bong and eat some almonds; after he ran out for some groceries, we went for a long bike ride through the city, and I saw several parts I'd never seen before. This was amazing, and the bike riding was so smooth I felt like I was gliding over the concrete. The social experience of being with this kid, who'd never taken acid before, was slightly awkward, as I realized half of what I said made no sense, and that I was unable to properly interpret what he was talking about most of the time. He was understanding and forgiving, though, which was nice. I've been tripping around him before.
I spent the come down eating and smoking pot, and I had a nice evening followed by a nice night of Halo: Reach.
This trip wasn't amazing, and no particular part of it was really worth describing in detail; what's important about it is that it was the first trip I've spent without thinking, "GAWSH, I'm SO tired!!! I wish I could sleep!!!" the whole time; normally, this makes for a very unpleasant trip. Also, I didn't spend an hour waiting around for the acid to hit me, I just woke up full on tripping. This made the trip much more concrete and I never had any thoughts of, "Am I peaking now? Will I be tripping any harder soon? Should I have taken more?" The trip was extremely pleasant, and I had an amazing adventurous day. I would recommend this technique of dosing to anyone, at least to try it once. It is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
