your acid stories

And I thought all the cars driving past at night were dragons coming at me. Rather interesting night I must say but I dont know if Id do it again.

once when i did acid - was at this party - was with this goth girl - ostensibly we went there because this bloke was selling incredibly strong acid. when we got there - it was liquid lsd - we both bought a vial each and did it at the party. it was classic - everyone thee thought - OH FUCK OH NO DON'T DO THE WHOLE VIAL. but we did it anyways cause we were bored teenagers.....

so, we both thought - let's go back to her place and trip out - going there, i envisioned the city turning into war-torn france, with sounds of explosions and a thirty foot statue of the virgin mary shooting laser beams from her hands - at that point, angie turns around and goes: doom-e i want your striped t-shirt. i think you stole it from kurt cobain and he wants it back. i give her my t-shirt. when we get there, her place, she has trouble with her keys, in getting in the door. i say: don't worry - the door is already opening and was pushing my hand out to open it ... (it was shut) ....

we got in and i saw dragons, dead babies, crawling flesh, demons coming out of my mouth and made vague plans to kill her after the goth girl screamed at me that i was the devil and lifted a knife up to me in the kitchen whilst we were making peanut butter sandwiches.

having a soundtrack of diamanda galas, skinny puppy, 808 state and yma sumac did not help, obviously.

Never perceived anything that wasn't there, but I reallized that what was left was just too absurd.

i can only think of one experience that continues to impress me, and it's probably not even that weird. we biked to the park and were tripping around there for a few hours, but when we headed home, we had to bike up this fairly big hill. for anyone familiar with seattle, this is riding up NE 95th st from sand point way to just past 35th Ave NE. i decided to put the bike into the toughest gear, and it was so easy to do it! i don't even think i could physically do this when sober. i guess my muscles were just detatched from my brain such that i had no awareness of the strain, i don't know.

one of the most fun times i ever had on mushrooms was playing super mario world for about 6 hours

That was the first time I dropped acid - three hits of liquid - about 10 hours in. The first 6 hours were pretty bad, but after that it just got really fun.

Every once in awhile, sitting around the fire later that night, someone would look into the sky and see it and mention it and we'd have this big reminiscing session like it was a fond "back-in-the-day" memory, and it became inexplicably funnier each time. Yowzah!

(*glowsticks have proven themselves indespensible tr1p-toys)

An awful time I've taken it was when I took some after leaving a club after drinking a lot of booze. It started quite fun, but when the peak ended, my friend doing it with me went to sleep, leaving me gradually getting more hungover from booze and the acid, with just my own thoughts for company, which weren't too pleasant and just seemed to steamroller. And another time taking it round a friends house, only for someone I'd never met before to turn up, and who found it hilarious to play mind tricks on me whilst in the peak of the trip.

I agree with Bryan, mushies are better (and free!) And in an almost planned excellence, the season coincides with fireworks night for cheesy visuals.

So, so true.

I always had this weird sensation on mushrooms, though. In my peripheral vision or wherever I wasn't focusing, I'd see this purplish-green substance - like moss - coming out of the corners and taking over carpet and walls. But when I looked at the substance, it started creeping back.

It never bothered me - the mindfuck was never very strong compared to acid - but if I had been paranoid, I bet it would send me into a real spiral. "THE MOSS IS TAKING OVER MAN!!!"

both drugs i've had a love/hate realationship with over the years and have gone for long periods without touching either due to, uh, not so fun experiences (but funny in hindsight) that i won't go on about.

I know schizophrenia is supposedly genetic, but there's a damn good case for it's being a biochemical imbalance and abnormal, crazy behavior being a symptom of the imbalance. In other words, a treatable medical condition.

Bogus, you say? Well, over 4,000 schizophrenic patients have been treated and many cured in the past 40 years thanks to Abram Hoffer's pioneering, which goes back to the early days of LSD and other psychedelic research.

I used to think acid wasn't particularly dangerous and that everyone should try it, but now I'm thinking it might possibly set up a biochemical imbalance. There's got to be a reason that so many people wind up "tripping for life" after dosing.

Biochemical imbalances are your body's reaction to stress. Doctors once thought that by cutting out a person's adrenal glands, schizophrenia could be cured. But, they did not realize at the time that every cell in your body is capable of producing adrenochrome and the amount necessary for your body to react negatively is likened to being able to taste a single grain of sugar in a swimming pool.

So, I have plenty of awesome trip stories I could share, but I don't know if it's proper to get people all curious about such a potentially dangerous drug.

That said, however....

Three guys and I tripped in college this one time. Why we were driving around in a car, I don't know, but it was my idea for the driver to stop at Dairy Queen. They, of course, did not want to enter that restaurant, but I was hungry for an orange blizzard of some sort. With bananas.

I got out of the car, and there was this cold drizzle (really.) The place is packed since it was a Dairy Queen on a Saturday night. It was still early for me, so I was still in that "What's it going to look like when the dude flips the blizzard upside down for me" mode and hadn't "crossed over" just yet. Not much happened inside the place except that the lights were blinding.

I go back outside, and my friends are not there. I look up and down the dark, wet parking lot and the car's gone. It was right around then that I think that I may have "crossed over".

I ran up onto this little hill where there was a picnic table. I sat there, shivering in the rain, eating my ice cream, trying to figure out how and where the hell home was. I remember just shaking the whole time, due to the cold and, I guess, the strichnyne. I felt completely alone and I knew that every car and person was looking at me. I was also next door to a shopping mall.

Finally, after what seemed forever but what was really probably more like five minutes, I saw my friends' car pull around through the drive-thru! They had gotten hungry for some ice cream, too, but had decided to stay in the car! I was overjoyed. I ran down the hill, blizzard in hand, and smacked into the passenger door which apparently scared the FUCKING HOLY SHIT out of my friends inside.

I got back into the warm car, and we all related our jittery stories to one another. As we drove back to the college, I noticed that our windshield and the brake lights of the car ahead of us appeared to be melting. I pointed this out to the driver, adding that it was probably just the rain. He looked at me and said, "They appear to be like that because of the rain, but they're melting because of the LSD."

Gah, my back hurts just talking about it. Here's some crazy soldiers tripped out on LSD to look at. Keep those birds fed, mates.

i've seen the news on a loop

I figured out that when my little sister was saying "WHOPTA-A-A-A-A-A" she was really saying "Up there"

i've seen a bag of cheeseballs disappear in fast motion to the sound of marimbas

i've been shocked by an electric banister

i've been John Phillips

I really totally related to the last scene in Blair Witch 2

I donned a Fantasia-style wizards cap and blanket-cape to go and meet my then-roommate's recovering drug addict boyfriend for the first time

and boy did i laugh

beyond spider is friendly.
objectivity downtrend crud airmass emissivity

Deserves wider exposure than just I Love Baseball.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vUhSYLRw14

(Also, I get to revive my own old-ass thread.)

watching an airplane turn into a tintin style rocket, and land behind some nearby trees. me thinking FUCK THE ALIENS ARE FINALLY HERE! good times.

I saw a tiny triceratops foraging around on my bedroom floor.

I was in the South of France with 4 or 5 Frenches i had barely met when i tried it for the first time. We dropped then went over to a unknowing friend's house for dinner - it started kicking in as the spaghetti was served and i tried to keep straight as my steel fork constantly goosenecked towards my face - the pasta was just a mess of electrical wires. Ordeal over we retired to our flat and watched a crappy bootleg of the then unreleased Spiderman film which i thought was shit because i could see all of the "wires" the "stuntmen" were wearing. In the early hours we went out to watch the indoor market set up and to have beer and coffee and look at all the fresh fish. Did it again the following night at a free party but didn't have half the experience.

I saw God at a Phish show. Not recommended to anyone.

^ True, you can see God anywhere. Avoid Phish shows. Thus spaketh.

That Dock Ellis thing is great. One time I literally became part of a building.Like the cement blocks and shit.

Vivid memory: sitting on a cold hardwood floor early in the morning, circa 1996, coming down, listening to this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mabBEY8KoEQ

It's burned on my brain forevermore. "Ugh. Alright. But why can't you just get physical like a human?"

http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i191/fluxion23/DOCK-ELLIS.gif

watching Ferris Bueller, whilst on mushies, was the tits

watching The Word, whilst on acid, not so.

Drove to pick up a friend from work in blinding rain, and at the bottom of a steep hill flash flooding had left water over two feet deep covering the road. In the dark (and in my impaired state) I didn't realize this until my car was stalled and water was seeping in. Ended up having to exit the car through the window, and spent the rest of the night wandering around watching sandbagging crews.

jesus

was on acid at parents house, alone with friend, and dad came home from work early because he was sick. i panicked but was shortly relieved when he said he was going straight to bed.
i panicked shortly after when we could hear him go into the toilet to be sick. i slowly made my way up the stairs to see if he was alright and was greeted by the sight of him flumped in the bath with broken glass everywhere (which he'd accidentally knocked over) and his false teeth scattered all over the sink.

after initial shock, i preceded to be the good son and went downstairs to find 'something' to put the broken glass into and decided on a bin bag. But then couldn't find the perforated seal on the roll of bags and so requested the assistance of my also high friend - only to discover i was trying to unroll the larger wheelie bin style bags.

To which we both fell on the floor in fits of laughter, for what seemed like hours.

i've seen a bag of cheeseballs disappear in fast motion to the sound of marimbas

http://gentlebear.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/bladerunnerne0.jpg

HA excellent

pretty sure im done with this but in its day. so many strange things would seem to happen, but not weird hallucinations-type stuff, which always seemed wildly exaggerated ime (mushrooms otoh), but ppl and situations and coincidences that would seem just so unlikely long afterwards. on the flip side sometimes things that seemed OMG retarded would be like "that really wasnt weird at all, wtf us?" the next day...but anyway, one time i was walking home at about sunrise and ran into another guy i knew pretty well who happened to have been up to the same thing somewhere else, we were crossing paths across town, which was funny and random enough. then we noticed the school across the street was on fire, and so we sat on a hill and smoked and watched it burn while firemen tried to put it out.

lol xp

one time, tbf, my friend turned into bert from sesame street. but for like a split second, and it was terrifying.

Dan, you were DRIVING on acid?????

I have enough trouble driving in blinding rain as is

acid rain

Dan, you were DRIVING on acid?????

Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. Very mild dose, plus short drive (and I tried to take the back roads) plus young and stupid. Amazed to find out a short clip of that flooding is on Youtube!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kriZkGQxyMw

Dan, you were DRIVING on acid?????

good thing they didn't have texting back then :p

The world constantly changes in size and shape on these drugs. Walking is a freaking challenge.

Confession time:

I've dropped acid three times.

The first time, I spent it watching the world boil and steam around me and having sex with my husband and one of our friends. All I remember about the second time is closing my eyes and seeing something pale, pink, and foamy floating on the water of a great big bathtub. The third time was so boring that I lost interest in taking any more trips.

I turned into the ball that Dock Ellis used to throw his no-hitter. Except he wasnt facing the Padres, he was facing a team made up of the tiles on the roof of my building.

Acid has the worst comedown of any drug I've taken. I often think I'd quite like to do it again (it's been ten years), then I remember those long sleepless hours when everything seems covered in filth including the inside of your brain and think twice.

i enjoy the comedown,as long as you have plenty of w33d and you aren't by yourself. you have this peaceful afterglo thing going on and everything is still and a little strange but you can communicate again and just hang out.

i like to just get a couple pixar movies and ill

but yeah i always feel fucking GROSS

xxp: not necessarily true about w33d making things alright.

Me and my friends discovered the best way to deal with it was whiskey and many games of Magic: the Gathering.

That's a great way to deal with anything.

what happened? xxp

once i watched 3-4 hours of mtv jams

while coming down

i saw the put some ds on it video 20 times probably

fuck this shit imo

Once I drank 1 million beers and then dropped some acid, or maybe vice-versa, or maybe sort of concurrently, but u get the gnrl idea. Somewhere around 3 am, separated from my people for god knows what reason, I staggered into the lobby of a dormitory building intending to visit someone on some floor or another. No idea what I might have been thinking at this point rly. Found a large plastic garbage bag of glass bottles, mostly beer bottles. Decided it would be fun to smash a couple of these by process of violent flinging against the walls of the elevator. It was. Despite the explosion of little glass shards - and big glass shards - I was "miraculously unharmed" (i.e., unaware of the few luckily small wounds I'd received in the process).

At some point, the elevator doors opened and some troubled-looking people appeared. This possibility of troubled people had not occurred to me. Apparently, hey had been wakened or otherwise disturbed the hellish 3 am cacaphony of breaking glass in their building's elevator. The stared at me. I ran past them and away, through an exit door and up a staircase. I could someone following me up the stairs, so I ran faster, all the way up the stairs to the building's roof where I found a locked metal door. I stopped and sat, finally defeated. A few moments later, a lanky RA-type dude I'd met one or twice turned the corner came tromping up the last flight. He stopped a few steps down from where I sat, took in what remained of my state for a long moment, then turned and tromped back down the stairs. God knows what I looked like at that point. After sitting in silence for a minute or two, I went home and passed out.

Always expected some kind of fallout from this episode, but it never materialized. No visits from the cops or bills from campus authorities. Never even heard about it second-hand from dorm residents. It just sort of vanished, for which I'm thankful.

But yeah, comedown from decent acid is (or can be) v nice, especially w friends, weed, quiet music, etc. Just watch the sun come up feeling all mooshy and comfortably frayed.

I miss having a steady source for mushrooms.

what happened? xxp

Oh, just sometimes it can make people overly interior and paranoid. It's a total ymmv thing, but I would go for alcohol (wine, esp) to take the edge off coming down.

a friend and i were still tripping a bit, we’re back at my parents house and it's like 5am, so i hear the ice cream truck comeing down the street. We start running around the room trying to scrape together some change so we can get some ice cream. Meanwhile the truck has passed the house, we run outside to try and chase after it. I guess we were being loud because my mom wakes up and comes out of her room like "what the hell are you guys up to?" we tell her we wanted to get something from the ice cream man. She looks at us strangely and says? "you guys are nuts! why don't you grab the newspaper while you are out there? the delivery guy just passed by"

Mark E. Smith's face as big as the wall, ranting at me while the carpet boiled like stormclouds. Y'know what? I miss all that stuff.

you have this peaceful afterglo thing going on and everything is still and a little strange but you can communicate again and just hang out.

^^i get this, although without the weed. love the come down of mushrooms.

In junior year of high school, I dropped three hits in first period. Second period was math, a subject I had struggled with all my young life. Fortunately, after catching serious trails from my pencil lead as I took a Scantron quiz, I became famous mathematician Ben Franklin, and able demonstrated a problem on the board for the only time in high school. Third period was Chemistry. The teacher walked in wearing a wizard's hat made out of posterboard and waving a yardstick like a wand, effectively out-aciding me. When he called on me to demonstrate a problem, I gave the wrong answer about 10 times in a row, despite him actually telling me the answer on the last few tries

anyone else here ever get into candy-flipping? that shit was alright (aside from the acid lasting longer than the e). but as stated above - as long as you have some erb and/or beer and company you're fine.

It blows my mind that Dock Ellis' name can conceivably be written as "Ellis, D."

My first and only time was in high school. My parents were supposed to be gone for the night, but for some reason, they came home. As soon as I heard their car in the drive way was when everything was getting weird. So my friend and I escaped out the back door to head for the pasture(I grew up on a farm). There is a large lake on our farm, and I thought it would be a good idea to go swimming. I swam across the entire lake and lost my friend, as well as my clothes which were on the other side of the lake. As I looked around I saw our cows. They spoke to me and I understood. Everything is a blur after that point, but when I woke up I had dirt under my nails, grass in my mouth, and my feet were badly bleeding. I think I thought of myself as a cow at one point, I dunno. Not a fun night.

One evening my band mates came to my place to play. They were buzzed upon arrival and proceeded to involve me. We were soon too distracted to do anything right, so we all headed for the bathroom, turned out the light and lit sparklers in total darkness. It occurred to me that we could view them right in front of our noses using ski goggles. We each took turns watching sparklers really really close that night. Afterward we we tuned in to the world premier of The Day After.

Yeah when smoking huge amounts of weed as a teen I used to get this "fourth person" effect, like someone was outside doing something... another time me and best friend of the time suddenly realised another friend of ours was death incarnate. Turns out he wasn't. Acid just makes me laugh and kiss people.

one time just as it was kicking in my boyfriend decided it was a good day for me to meet his much older strict lawyer brother and his brother's lawyer wife so we went to their house (we were walking around their part of town) and we all drank a beer and then my boyfriend disappeared for at least an hour and while he was gone i fell deeply in love with the colour of their carpet and kept complimenting them on it and then explaining that i really meant it, i wasn't just being polite, and then we all noticed my boyfriend was back from wherever he had been, standing outside the door doubled over and laughing secretively. they never liked me. i saw the carpet again a few months later and it was a ghastly shade of sea-green.

"Fourth person" effect manifests for me more of a "hey, wasn't somebody else just here?" or a feeling that I'd suddenly forgotten about a member of the night's acid-taking gang (like the fear of having left one of the gang at the bar or in the park, but not remembering who exactly it was and just seeing a weird parade of faces, which can ping-pong around inside your head for a long time and create worry-waves). It always turns out to be nothing, just like how I freak out about losing my wallet at the start and end of each trip. Nothing to worry about, I always find my wallet eventually, it's just part of the insanity.

Acid has the worst comedown of any drug I've taken. I often think I'd quite like to do it again (it's been ten years), then I remember those long sleepless hours when everything seems covered in filth including the inside of your brain and think twice.

― I am flesh and blood. You are software and circuitry. (chap),

Also this ^^^^^^. Oh the filth.

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i guess man

Every time I've had the stuff (which is recently and not often) all I've felt is this agitated eccy teethgrindy thing, not a bad thing but not at all what I'd expected, and really only mild "oh look the walls wobble hahaha" stuff. I get better trips off weed! One time I was so stoned I became two-dimensional. I completely lost my sense of depth. It was pretty fucked up.

Low-grade acid = the sorts of trips you describe. Anxiety & mild distortions. If you take enough, it can get pretty intense, but the side-effects increase too, and the comedown is horrible (filth world, as described above). W/ good acid, you don't get the teethgrindy bit - or not much of it, anyway.

these are some great stories but most of all i'm thinking dammit i was wise to never take acid because i most certainly don't have the constitution for it.

Estela's story made me laugh.

i've done four radio shows on acid. best times ever...we even edited down one show to a CD that i still have copies of. this was with sometimes ilxor elan.

i think the most epic for me was when i dropped by myself at 7 in the morning on a saturday in early may. i was tired and had to do a radio show, so i just played olivia tremor control (lols) and sat and relaxed until the show was over.

then i had to cook lunch at the co-op, and i actually made a totally amazing salad and some killer flatbread. cutting up tomatoes felt soooo good. and of course i was all listening to devendra's first album and being like, damn, the oneness.

then, (and yes, this is true), i had to cook dinner with a bunch of other people for the co-op. it was mexican-themed, and we had to buy all these groceries and alcoholic beverages, and my 19 year old self buying tequila and wine illegally and on acid in the liquor store was terrifying yet weirdly fun. and at the supermarket, i stood in line behind my then-current creative writing professor, buying coronas and cheese and obsessing over the taste of lime.

that said, i never want to touch the stuff again. after the really good blotter i sold in 05 ran out, i stopped doing it entirely. but i still encourage people to take it, it CAN afford a really wonderful, transformative experience.

i'm amazed but not surprised by ilxors' ability to keep on truckin' while trippin'. my times usually involved dissociating myself from what was around me to avoid any feeling that i was being clocked.

some lovely times had. my last trip was a mini quarter of a blotter stored in the fridge for a while and saved for the night the tories were ousted in 97. felt kind of nice to be easy mild tripping while watching a huge change in british politics. watching portillo's face as he lost his seat. i think i grabbed a couple of hours sleep and then went into work (a very straight place) and held it together in the general euphoria.

crawling geometric shapes on walls, listened to Flipper

best nectarine I ever had

cross country plane flight, window seat, no one next to me, Spiritualized and The Orb on my Walkman (lol 1991), lovely view of the Rockies

freezing cold Midwest night, catching a shuttle to the airport and forgetting my ticket and having to run back to the dorm room after having been up all night

staying up all night, taking another one, deciding at the last second that I wanted out, and transferring it to the mouth of another friend (successfully).

BODY LOVERS CD WHOAH

Did a lot about ten years ago.. summaries of a few more memorable trips:

1. The first time, laid in a field w/a friend til the trees above us appeared to be reaching down toward us, a friend told us that'd be when we knew it had kicked in.. Fifteen minute bus ride to a friends house was terrifying.. When we got there, convinced friend who was wearing a skull-print shirt to take it off & hang it on the wall, we still talk about the vortex of skulls shirt.

2. Really, REALLY identifying with Hey by the Pixies. Pretty sure I sang it for at least an hour straight, elsewhere in the room a friend was obsessed with the phrase "sweet mother of pearl".

3. Out of cigarettes & underage, friend and I (both female) took all night bus from yonge & finch to queen streetcar, which only went halfway to the beaches. We walked the last half hour at 3am to get to the place we were going to meet a person at. This dude, 26ish, was going to buy us smokes, we'd never met him before but had spoken online a few times & considered him safe cuz he had started diaryland.com. He refused to buy us smokes when we finally got there so we swung for a bit at the playground near the olympic pool & went home.

My bf I took kind of dirty acid the second time I ever visited NYC. We wandered around Midtown, and then Times Square, which was difficult. We wound up just crossing wherever there was a "walk" light.

Highlights:

- Went to a live (male) strip show at the Gaiety. The guys' cut abs made them look segmented like ants. Really weird vibe there - it was a theater, not a club, and it was creepy.

- I bought a disposable camera that cost for $25. I knew this was way way too much, but I was unable to stop the transaction.

- Saw filming of the movie 15 Minutes on 8th Ave.

- Ate the best plums ever from a street vendor

- Got extremely lost in detoured pedestrian tunnels (there was construction on the regular tunnels) between two different Times Square subway stations. Loud and complicated.

This all took about 5 hours and you wanna talk about FILTHY. Ugh.

I knew this was way way too much, but I was unable to stop the transaction.

This is acid, isn't it. Money is just fun stuff to played with.

money is ridiculous on acid.

i have some ridiculous, ridiculous pictures of myself and friends on acid. the first time i dropped in college, it was halloween, and i wore this ridiculous cowboy-themed suit jackets with brown slacks. when people asked me what i was, i just said, 'i'm incognito' and laughed like a maniac.

this thread is growing a life of its own

This is my favourite thread ever, guys.

money is ridiculous on acid.

just needs to be repeated.

if you're ever taking acid again, play 'dont forget to remember me' by the bee gees.

nice acid rememberance; speeding home around autumn in a taxi and looking at the de-leaved trees. they looked like giant pulsating brains.

once i watched 3-4 hours of mtv jams

― max, Tuesday, November 17, 2009 3:27 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark

Pretty sure I've done this at some point and I've never done acid.

so no one answered my question earlier. not sure if it's because no one else here has tried it or if "candyflipping" is some toronto colloquialism (it's doing acid and e). acid quickly got to the point for me where i pretty much couldn't do it without making 100% sure i was going to have a good time. last time i did it was for Orbital's last tour - when they played at the opera house. that night was pretty straight forward.

the time before that was pretty insane - it was new years and we went to the most inexcusable club in the city to see the New Deal play. so i also had all sorts of other things in my system aswell when i flipped (a friend of mine literally tossed everything into my mouth at once). this place was idiotic beyond words but the music was great. when we left we could not get a cab anywhere. it was insane - like some cold toronto version of mad max. groups of people all dressed up mobbing street corners - fights in the streets. we walked across town for close to an hour before passing the police station. some guy walking out yelled "happy new years" and we did the same and then he yells to us that his dad just sexually assaulted a minor a then went "wwwoooooooooo...... what you think you're better than me?" at this point is was mostly the lsd left in our systems and one of my guys answers loudly "yes." i thought we were going to die (we had also split up into two groups at this point for some reason). we somehow then wandered into the biggest sketch bag coffe shop in the gta. the coffee time (aka crack time) at college and spadina. at 5:30 am on new years. we sat in there smoking and picking at a donut for a while before it dawned on me that if we wandered into the university's residence area we could probably get a cab right after it drops somebody off. which i guess worked. last thing i remember was sitting an a dark room with the only other guy to do as much nonsense as i did - sipping a beer and him telling me that as long as we had the beers and the erb we'd come down off the acid ok soon enough.

I like the Toronto focus this thread has been accumulating.

this thread makes me want to take acid again. i havent done it in 10 years.

yeah, i haven't done it in almost 20 years, and this thread has me thinking that under the right circumstances it could be fun. my old brane is probably not capable of handling it though.

okay, i told one already. but this one:

i had just been in a play adaptation of faulkner, which my friend mat was also in. we dropped right before the curtain, so by the time we were dressed and outside, we were *there*. so we met up with some people and went to this crazy party where Jug Free America were playing. i was carrying this pre-made frosted brownie thing called a Zebra brownie and wherever i went at the party, people were just digging into it with their hands and shoving it in their mouths in a truly grotesque way. luckily the zebra brownie got consumed quickly.

but then the curtains: they were red and had some sort of weird pattern on them. i looked at them and they became a medieval pastoral scene of people walking on hills towards a cathedral. then they reached their arms up and their arms became HUGE, PILLAR-LIKE things. my perspectice then got flipped, and i was sitting in the cathedral's bell-tower, which was made up of rapidly ascending bits of stone that were coming from the people's hands....YES.

then two people who weren't tripping came up to me and told me that i should hang out with them and eat some food at this coop, and so we went there, and then ended up going to a dorm room...which was filled with nine people...drinking natty ice....and my friend mich3lle had just broken her back, and so she was in bed and everyone was just sitting down being drunk and ridiculous. and then s4m puts on the video for 'Can't Get You Out of My Head,' and i had never heard the song or seen the video and i fucking FLIP OUT. just totally flip. good old kylie...

One of the highlights from my best trip ever was walking barefoot through a pedestrian tunnel and one of my friends started yelling "Bugs! Bugs!" A few of us exchanged glances like "Oh no - Dave's gone over the edge!" until we realized that the pavement was indeed covered with thousands of earwigs.

I also stepped on a bee while tripping once. I could feel the poison spreading through my blood.

I too am enjoying the Toronto slant. The Coffee Time mentioned upthread is truly sketchy, matched only by the Ossington/College one.

Shortly after 9/11, a friend had a party. We hotboxed her bathroom, and my boyfriend at the time sat on her sink and broke it. Eep. This set us off on a 45 minute laughing-til-teary spree, maintained when we went into the living room and saw a foreign-language newscaster with an impossibly high voice.

We left, I convinced him to buy cigarettes & he got filterless Camels. Ick. Then we hailed a cab to get back to my place. Unfortunately once inside I realized it was actually a giant egg being driven by Osama bin Laden.

Once we got to my place, my boyfriend, best friend & I had to sneak through the living room past my dad sleeping on the couch. I should mention that my bedroom had a few weird decorations since I was a goofy stoner - a puppet hanging from strings (marionette?) & a plastic pig taped to my ceiling fan, a bunk bed with scarves draped off all available bars, a pylon I'd stolen from a construction site, etc. Anyway when we got into the room it was quite clearly a jungle and I had to crouch to avoid vines. We all "made it" to my bunk bed and laid down, at which point it got a little bad & we'd make eye contact with each other & not say anything, and I was convinced they were talking to each other inside their heads. :P

Another time, same best friend & I went to bed around 8/9AM listening to David Bowie mp3s we were convinced were playing backwards.

It's actually Lansdowne and Bloor, by quite a fair margin.

so no one answered my question earlier. not sure if it's because no one else here has tried it or if "candyflipping" is some toronto colloquialism

This is pretty much common slang, but I have never done it.

We were tripping at my house, and one of my friends was craving a cup of tea. I brewed one up for him, then realised that there was no sugar or milk - so we decided a perfectly acceptable substitute would be a handful of cashew nuts and a fried egg. He drank the whole thing and declared it delicious.

In the early hours of that same night we invented another concoction - a cocktail called The Spy Who Loved Me, which consisted of cheap super-strength cider and cream soda. At the time it tasted amazing, and we drank it while listening to Nobody Does it Better on repeat for about an hour.

Ooooh I forgot about the Lansdown one. The first & only time I went to a strip club it was the one near that CT- there were 8 or so cop cars surrounding the store.

Pretty much you should stay clear of all Coffee Times, it's never a good idea. I used to hang out at the Jane & Bloor one when it still had a smoking room..

nice acid rememberance; speeding home around autumn in a taxi and looking at the de-leaved trees. they looked like giant pulsating brains

reminded me of tripping the night of an awesome ice storm, where everything was covered with a thick layer, including the trees. it was like the outdoors where a hidden level in super mario. the ice on the trees was pulsating with colors like a cuddlefish.

Heavy weather + tripping = classic!

I will never touch acid again. I had a psychotic reaction to it at age 19.
A hell I never ever ever want to revisit. Have successfully shroomed since then but it takes some very special circumstances for me to even consider fucking with psychedelics.

...and you call yourself the trip maker.. :(

http://www.zombo.com/

...and you call yourself the trip maker.. :(
I've got a deep respect for the psychedelic experience. I learned from my own bad mistakes that it isn't something you casually saunter into half-heartedly. That shit will break you DOWN.

it is something i would advise anyone reading this thread who hasn't tried acid to be very careful about.

^this x 1000

I have personally forsworn psychedelics until I have 100% of my shit together, mentally, physically, etc.

Heh, good luck with that.

ha ha! ya.

maybe you need the acid to get your shit 100% together

hahah

maybe you need the acid to get your shit 100% together

― http://www.goodfight.org/images/articles_images/video/a_v_stone_timothy_leary.jpg , Thursday, November 19, 2009 1:59 PM (17 minutes ago)

I wouldn't foreswear all psychedelics, but I'm pretty sure I won't be doing acid ever again. The aforwmentioned reason of The Filth is one big part of it -- it's just crazy hard on your body. It's not too easy on your brain, either. It's so... EPIC.

And really past a certain age, or past a certain length of time since the last time you did acid, it's probably not the greatest idea. I don't know this for a fact; it's a theory, though. Acid is a young person's drug. The complete loss of your usual means of cognition is easier to take when you've only half figured that out, anyway. A 20 year old is going to be a lot more comfortable with the loss of control of their thoughts than a 40 year old, and be more able to accept it and roll with it. The older you get, the more set your brain gets in its ways of perceiving and dealing with the vat that it's in. I haven't done acid for 10 years at least, and I don't really know what walls I've built and knee-jerk mechanisms I've developed in that time. I can't even guess where I'd end up if I let acid blow them all away. It could be amazing and life-changing, I guess. But it could be really, REALLY horrifying.

I'd still do a nice low dose of mushrooms any day, though. Gimme a bag of good, chill weed, a quality dried ounce, and a couple of days with nothing to do, and I'd be happy even by myself. I miss the way music sounds when you're that giddily fucked up.

Dried GRAM. Not a dried ounce. Holy fuck.

A 20 year old is going to be a lot more comfortable with the loss of control of their thoughts than a 40 year old

I'd bet that it's probably a very individual thing.

man I totally disagree with the young vs old thing. I think taking it in your formative years is potentially way more damaging than once your brain is mature. I had a "bad trip" the 2nd time I did it, and I seriously think it might've affected my ability to communicate/increased my introspection. I could barely engage in a conversation of any depth for about a month, and who knows if that ability ever returned to the level it was at before. But since there's no control subject obv it's impossible to know.

xp It's also possible that once you've done acid, your brain never forgets how to deal with it. I won't ever forget that state of mind. At least, I don't think so, but memories are tricky.

And these are all just my own thought on the matter, remember. I don't know shit, not really.

Dried GRAM. Not a dried ounce. Holy fuck.

You would be in firey screaming rainbow tyrannosaurus skull vomit land.

I feel like I can handle my mind going through this sort of fuckery MUCH better now than when I was a teenager. I haven't tested this however, at least not with acid.

Anxiety-prone teenage me was probably wise to have avoided the stuff.

only done it a few times in high school and it must have been low-grade b/c i only remember that weird agitated feeling in the back of my neck. plus my skin felt a little weird and my eyes looked strange in the mirror.

Acid is so... geometric. Sharp. There aren't words, really.

mushrooms only once, also in high school, was much more fun

i was wondering abt that. what makes acid a young person's drug (obv drugs are a young person's realm - but acid seems to be especially so) and i'm glad someone else here is pointing that out.

i think it has more to do with your thoughts and where your mind typically goes when aloud to wander. an older person will have a mortgage, some debts, a serious relationship, maybe a few kids, a career, maybe even health concerns. very few 20 years old have this shit going on - and i'm sure even if they did, they would not be thinking about it as often as a 40 yr old would be. at first i thought it was more about the brain anatomy or wiring like Kenan was saying. but i think it just comes down to the fact that the older we get the more things we have to worry about - and we worry about those things more.

huge xposts!

I took 3/8 oz. mushrooms once and THAT was firey screaming rainbow tyrannosaurus skull vomit land. I thought I had turned into the lower case letter k for a little while.

xp I can't imagine, for instance, doing acid with my dad. I think thermo is on to something.

I wish I'd waited until I was at least 18 before tripping.

Yeah, I think the age thing might be a "speak for yourself, kenan" situation. I just turned 46 and would not hesitate if the right opportunity came up.

xposts

read through the xposts and i guess people who are disagreeing with the young/old divide are still sighting mindset as the primary reason. which would make my above post part accurate.(?)

wow xposts!

approx 20 xposts (the ones about 15 mins ago)

with kenan on both those posts. acid feels to me like a clean chemical wipe of the brain, as though it's been smeared with mercury which causes the effects that happen (i'm not explaining this well but bear with me). shrooms feel far more organic (daft word to use i know...), but the trip feels like it emanates from inside you rather than being pasted onto you. and i think the internal emanation is easier to deal with when the going gets rough.

like kenan i don't know whether i could handle a full-on trip anymore at 42. probably could in an utterly brilliant natural setting with great mates, but i worry that the changes i've been through in growing older would make the introspection that much harder. it's far easier in teens and early 20s with life in front of you to not have hang-ups about what you've done or not done.

slightly off-topic but a few years ago i finally finished my phd write-up. having had to forswear my regular weed for a few months in order to get the damn thing written, i thought i'd have a small hit of some medium strong weed that had been at the back of the shelves for all that time, just a little pipesworth while i chilled and watched the pages emerge from the printer. then i started reading a bit of it and began to panic. i could suddenly read all the pretence of my writing, of my ideas, of all i'd done for the previous 6 years. and as at root the thesis ended up being a lot about me you can guess how the next couple of hours went. even at the viva weeks later i was struggling to articulate anything positive about what i'd written.

hey Will - wanna come over and drop?! maybe listen to some Floyd?! i has Sega!

I wish I'd waited until I was at least 18 before tripping.

Read this as "stripping", but ditto.

I thought I had turned into the lower case letter k for a little while.

abbott that sounds rather grim

strip tripping?!

xpost

xp That's my email signature.

not sure about Floyd and I've never gotten into video games, but the rest of it sounds pretty good.

(first time on mushrooms was with my best friend and some other guy he barely knew and I had never met before, and the stranger insisted on cranking The Inner Mounting Flame. Bad choice -- too fucking many notes!)

i always felt that acid was "cleaner" over mushrooms. like feeling it go through my body, the energy flowed with alot more ease like my body was metal. mushrooms was more like trying to send the energy through plastic - it would not flow as easily, there would be more resistance and possibly even some melting.

I just turned 46 and would not hesitate if the right opportunity came up.

agree both with this and with kenan's thesis of young/old. i can very easily picture a great place and situation to drop in again, but i'm probably not going to go to the expense (financial and temporal) to do it. who knows, if i'm still going in 30 years or so i might feel like it's a great thing to do. but i do have too many things on my mind to enjoy letting go. like the guy at work a year older than me who just died of a massive stroke out of the blue.

right now i could do with being teleported to de dampkring in amsterdam and having a toot of some hugely light high weed.

xpost - never played Sega?! well i think we have the makings of a very good trip here, sir!

aaaaaiiiieeeee

Alls I know is, if I can wake up in the middle of the night nearly in mid-panic-attack, unable to understand the purpose of my existence but unable to stop asking the question, trapped in a sinister loop, no WAY am I doing acid anytime soon.

i worry that the changes i've been through in growing older would make the introspection that much harder. it's far easier in teens and early 20s with life in front of you to not have hang-ups about what you've done or not done.

Interesting. This makes me think maybe I'd enjoy hallucinogens more when my life, career etc are settled as my biggest fear is THE FUTURE and all its vagueness. Not that THE FUTURE ever goes away but maybe if I'd established the trappings of an adult I'd have more of an identity going in...I've never done acid but I've done mushrooms & 2ci (and dramamine lol + ;_;) and I think the problems came from my general lifelong lack of ego. Best trip I ever had was on a Halloween & I think it was bcz there was a wacky lol context for it.

Amon Tobin would be much better tunes than Floyd tho anyday - so lets go with that.

damn xposts!

btw anyone gets a chance to do 2ci (or others in the '2c family') I HIGHLY RECOMMEND, every time it was just colors and joy and endless super great feelings.

Kenan, are you 40?

Amon Tobin would be much better tunes than Floyd tho anyday

Fuck yeah. I'll take side 1 of Supermodified over Wish You Were Here anyday.

xp I'm 35

yes, context is all. you can have the shittiest of self-thoughts but if you're having a blast it just is right.

has this thread developed a tripping trajectory of its own, has it gone from the initial euphoric story-and-image-telling to the inevitable introspective what-is-REALLY-happening-now?!

xxxxxpost

My perspective is, after living in the middle of nowhere for the last 8 years and having really nowhere to wander but the hallways of my own brain, I have a hard time thinking that acid or mushrooms could spring any surprises about myself on me, and if it gave me some interesting sensory input, hellzyesbringit.

xpost thumbs up to Amon Tobin

xp I blame myself for the introspection. Lesson: don't trip with me.

my mind is constantly occupied with my workplace laying everyone off (i know i'm safe tho)(for now), my first long term relationship in a long time (and that i think i suck at it) and my mom who is recovering from a serious stroke (and me having to manage her nightmare finances for her for a bit and retrofit her house etc etc) - and i'm pretty sure if i dropped my mind would eventually go to these not-so-happy places and i'd give myself a psychedelic stress lobotomy. 10 years ago i didn't give a crap about shit and stuff like zoomers was fun.

xposts!!!!

Abbott - i've had 2CB before! didn't do much tho - so not much of a buzz to really report.

let's all just look at our hands for a few minutes

i think i'd go wither Permutations first, with the Amon.

ha ha - xpost

They're like these strange alien claw things!

When I was a kid, I had a lego battery control box for running things like little lights and trains. The batteries corroded and leaked acid :(

having cats around is good too. have had good nights out at gigs on shrooms and e and coming home to some furry friends.

I've never had sex on acid (I've heard good things), but I did once take a shower. Not recommended. Bodies are WEIRD! SO SO WEIRD!

you guys are making me wish I could ever in my entire fucking life find a single person who sells or shares acid

it will never happen!

yet you want to try sex?!

xpost

or was it?

anyways. i never could muster the attention span to bang whilst tripping.

yet you want to try sex?!

God no. I'm incredulous at having heard good things. It would just be this total removed experience. "What's going on? Boobs are hilarious-looking. And now my dick is where? Oh, this is too rich."

I had magical mushroom sex once and it was very nice.

kenan, your "this is too rich" may be my favourite thing I've ever seen you say!

Anxiety-prone teenage me was probably wise to have avoided the stuff.

― circa1916, Thursday, November 19, 2009 2:22 PM (1 hour ago) Bookmark

I was young, very nervous, and self-conscious when I was doing acid. The drug actually helped dissolve some of the anxiety, but not the self-consciousness.

One time a friend and I went to a Motel 6 in Winston-Salem, NC to do acid (we were both living w/ our parents). The place was in the ghetto and right next to the Crazy Horse strip club. My friend had tripped the night before, so his tab never took effect, and he went to sleep, leaving me all alone to trip in a really, dirty nasty Motel 6 listening to the scary rednecks tumble out of the Crazy Horse.

That night I took a shower and masturbated while tripping. The shower was incredible, but the masturbation was too weird.

I wrote my thoughts on the bed sheet in pen.

shrooms feel far more organic (daft word to use i know...), but the trip feels like it emanates from inside you rather than being pasted onto you. and i think the internal emanation is easier to deal with when the going gets rough.

― do you want to be happier? (whatever), Thursday, November 19, 2009 8:29 PM

Not at all, at least for me. The idea that I might somehow be internally responsible for what I'm thinking is not cool. With acid, I find that acid-thinking and regular-thinking are kind of mutually permeable and often leak into each other but are, in the final analysis, easier to sort out.

I used to do lots of mushrooms and the ideas I formed after those trips often stayed with me in ways that I wasn't easily able to sort out. With acid I know quite clearly I'm in for about six hours of "all my friends are parasites and my apartment is disgusting" on the tail end of it mixed with extremely short attention span and then a further 24 hours of mild "what the fuck happened" and then it's business as usual.

jesse are you from sw chicago burbs or was that a different crazy horse?

"What's going on? Boobs are hilarious-looking. And now my dick is where? Oh, this is too rich."

A+ would lol again

This was the Crazy Horse in Winston-Salem NC

Here. Crazy Horse on the left, Motel 6 on the right. I stayed in the top floor, middle. Weird seeing it again after 12 years.

http://maps.google.com/maps?q=crazy+horse+winston+salem+nc&ie=UTF8&hl=en&hq=crazy+horse&hnear=Winston-Salem,+NC&ll=36.150276,-80.244276&spn=0,359.944811&z=14&layer=c&cbll=36.15042,-80.244325&panoid=eOsykiGh1WoindhqrYftBg&cbp=12,254.6,,0,-3.26

having cats around is good too. have had good nights out at gigs on shrooms and e and coming home to some furry friends.

There is nothing like having a calm and affectionate cat to dispel bad hallucinogen paranoia.

Didn't first use until I was 30, and then maybe a half-dozen times. Best time was a spring day in Yosemite Valley - felt something like a Sierra Nevada version on Swamp Thing. Ended up driving (yeah I know!) over Sonora Pass - the road was straight out of Dr. Seuss, all loops, impossible curves, vertical cliffs, but it was OK since I knew that I was creating my own artifical gravity. Stay on the road and you'll be fine. Celebrated at Bridgeport with a steak dinner, and couldn't get over how amazing tomatoes were.

i see your point fields of salmon, i guess it's matters of degrees. i've always found acid to be more of an unknown (a blotter, a microdot), as opposed to a number of shrooms that i can build up (i'm a cautious type).

i think what i meant was that my acid trips have felt less controlled than shroom ones.

xp

animals are the best when ur trippin

and tomatoes

DMT story: Me and a friend set up a bunch of synths with the intent of recording while buzzing on DMT. Got a low drone going, OK here we go...

INTENSE hallucination, temporal displacement, and resettling of local universe (the cover of Recurring is an obvious data point coming from me). Re-entry kicks in, so let's try to play something...

...Only we can't because the synths look alive - the patch cables look like arteries, the drone is breathing, and well, that Opus III looks just too damn cool. Touching it would disrupt order. Not surprising to anyone, I was impossibly fascinated by the Moog logo and the fonts on a Juno 80.

Finally wore off and was convinced that 6+ hours had passed, but actually it was barely two. What the he'll?

vine-ripened bunnies
xp

Would do again, but uncertain about disturbing previous great memories.

the road was straight out of Dr. Seuss, all loops, impossible curves, vertical cliffs

To be fair, it IS insane even w/o drugs.

having cats around is good too.

I became convinced my cat was the reincarnation of an ancient Celtic warrior.

that cats...they know

I still suspect my cat used to be a KGB agent. But even if she was, she's unemployed at the moment.

kenan, i had to use your lines above. way too good.

i don't really sense an age thing, but perhaps that's because i've tripped with people who are significantly older than me, and they've been cool and everything's been grand. then again, most of these older people were wanderers living outside of 'normal' society, so any sort of 'normal' hangups weren't there as much.

mostly, i feel like i don't want to trip on acid again because i've done it...uh...okay, i've dropped acid about 30 times, though i would only count 15-20 as real 'trips.' like i used to take half-tabs of weak shit i had for a while because i was tired but wanted to party and despise cocaine culture.

mushrooms make my body feel SO much weirder. i've never had a mushroom trip where i didn't feel like my face was melting off a bit. acid's physical side effects were always much more 'something is scraping your veins,' which is much more of a speed-like physical comparison, ime. i can deal with speed. but face-melting and lots of near-vomiting insanity? eh, give or take.

kenan, i had to use your lines above. way too good.

I'm flattered. Where did you use them?

hah hah, display name...

another flaccid casualty

love mushrooms in small doses - no vomiting no face melting. just a faint brightness and cartoony mooshiness to everything, and a sense of deep body relaxation. emphasizes the comic aspects of life and human behavior, takes the edge off social anxiety. nice for a night on the town with no expectations.

never done acid that way. always went for the whole echilada.

I grew shrooms one summer and I ate and ate them in sometimes huge quantities and never had overly-intense trips (admittedly they were not the strongest ever).

A couple recurring elements of my shrooming:

- people on TV always looked like what I call "Pixar people." Like this
http://a.media.abcfamily.go.com/abcfamily/Specials/25-Days-of-Christmas/Schedule/Polar_Express_large.jpg
even when other things look pretty normal.

- Groundhog-day syndrome. It seemed like the same things kept happening over and over and over.

One time I was tripping hard while alone when I discovered that if I cupped my hands around my eyes and looked through the space, everything was purple. I tried squeezing my whole head through the space (so my hands encircled my neck), I was in a whole different purple world - like being immersed in grape Kool-Aid. As soon as removed my hands the purple was gone.

I think you can do that sober, though.

I was at a bar a few months ago and suddenly the baseball players on TV looked like Pixar people. I thought it was something the broadcasters were doing on purpose. My friend who was with me swore that everything was normal the whole time. Oops, flashback.

Oh yeah, we were listening to the radio and this fucking brutal industrial beat came on, like the hardest most exciting thing I'd ever heard. I was desperate to know what it was, I'd never heard anything like it. Turns out it was You Win Again by the Bee Gees.

On acid, I assume?

That was certainly implied!

(It was. Joeks.)

Apologies, I turned into a blustery and humourless Victorian gent for a minute there.

Hrm hrm huff well I never hrm hrm

At least you didn't challenge me to a duel.

(Listening to: Bee Gees - Number Ones)

Hearing the opening beat to "You Win Again" again, it is a little on the raw side. Not the craziest shit I've ever heard of.

I mean, thinking it was industrial isn't so crazy. Not for the first 5 seconds anyway.

anyways. i never could muster the attention span to bang whilst tripping.

It's an...odd experience, esp. with a threesome. The whole world was in swirling single frames of a movie.

As for the effects on my mind, the second trip stopped cold a hypomanic episode that was beginning to get out of hand, so I'm glad that acid was available to me then. BTW, I've been diagnosed with cyclothymia (aka Bipolar Depression Lite) since the last time I posted regularly here.

Lucky you. I'm just straight-up bipolar.

You would be in firey screaming rainbow tyrannosaurus skull vomit land.

How did I miss this opportunity?

http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i191/fluxion23/PBF130-Book_World.jpg

i'm not sure why anyone would choose to enter the world of that book

At some universities, that book is a whole semester.

those are bad universities.

I grew shrooms one summer and I ate and ate them in sometimes huge quantities and never had overly-intense trips (admittedly they were not the strongest ever).

― human centaurpede (Jesse), Thursday, November 19, 2009 5:21 PM (3 hours ago) Bookmark

i have ate them in sometimes huge quantities and had staggeringly intense, world-annihilating, brain-scalding trips, so ymmv

/braggin

first time i did acid was great, had an awesome time listening to remain in light, all the sounds were like rain forest creatures talking to each other. i also remember thinking about what the universe would be like without any words or symbolic thought/communication and it struck me as really profound at the time.

another time my best friend and i took a few sugarcubes that we watched the dealer drop generous amounts of lsd onto... it was storming outside and we were all sitting around talking in the living room with the door open and a friend i'm not as close to was kind of rambling on about something in a weird sort of nervous way. i became convinced that he was talking about how the government had actually started drugging tap water a long time ago and that lsd was just an antidote and that the world is actually always this colorful. at the same time i was trying to eat a flintstones push pop and it was melting all over my hands and this led me to thinking it was raining multi-colored rain from the ceiling. i later made a brief attempt at having sex with my girlfriend in the closet but i got distracted by my penis, it looked like a dinosaur. i tend to think women look like goddesses while i'm on acid.

another time we did some kind of dirty acid at the beach and i felt like disintegrating into the sand while i watched these little sandbug guys dig around. then we were sitting on the pier watching the blood-red sunset and a crazy smelly guy with bugged-out eyes came up to us and started ranting about the apocalypse and hinting that we were gay and needed to repent. i drove home shortly after and as it became dark the brake lights and reflectors pulsed in time with new order's synths, it was fantastic. looking back i feel guilty about driving.

oh wait, he wasn't hinting that we were gay, my friend told him we were gay to make him go away.

it didn't really work

i tend to think women look like goddesses while i'm on acid.

It's true. Sometimes I take acid just to boost a girl's self esteem.

man, i feel like i'm the only person around who hasn't done acid. and this thread is making me really want to.

odd thing is on Halloween there was this dude who was quite forcefully attempting to sell me acid, but he was very creepy and claimed to have been to 150 Grateful Dead shows.

um - on this thread you probably are!

I was at glastonbury festival with friends, and as I crossed the campsite with a mate, we bumped into a friend of his, wearing the bedraggled glasses/beard combo. "Oh man, I had a heavy night last night. We dropped some acid in my tent! I chucked everything outside, the sleeping bag, the cooker, never found it!"

So there you go, a very bad sitcom moment. (It happened!)

the government had actually started drugging tap water a long time ago and that lsd was just an antidote and that the world is actually always this colorful. at the same time i was trying to eat a flintstones push pop and it was melting all over my hands and this led me to thinking it was raining multi-colored rain from the ceiling.

This is a perfect representation of what tripping was generally like for me.

Well, no paranoia about the government.

odd thing is on Halloween there was this dude who was quite forcefully attempting to sell me acid, but he was very creepy and claimed to have been to 150 Grateful Dead shows.

This is a sign the acid will be quality, imo.

"Acid quality" is a myth, isn't it? If it's the proper compound to work, it's the proper compound.

It's not like E where you're taking a big pill that may or may not contain MDMA and even if does could contain other substances.

no some acid is definitely stronger than others

some is even brown.

i got distracted by my penis, it looked like a dinosaur.

there are a lot of compounds that are pretty similar to lsd but aren't quite lsd

"acid varies in quality" is a myth/meme, but so is "acid is acid". i've taken enough to know that not everything sold as acid has the same general effect (strength aside). some interesting reading on the subject

alexander shulgin on the subject: http://www.erowid.org/library/books_online/tihkal/tihkal26.shtml

basically erowid's a good read in general basically

One time we were tripping face and in the middle of the night we decided in was time to let the dog out. He started running in straight lines from point to point in the yard and each time he changed.direction he would sneeze twice. Pff! Pff! ZOOOOOM! Pff! Pff! ZOOOOOM!

Also, if you are tripping pleasantly enough that you can still practice fire safety, there was this type of small fireworks called Jumping Jacks that were great to watch because they each had a distinct personality.

i did this drug literally hundreds of times from 1991 to 1995, only a few times in the past ten years though, and not at all in the past four, and due to being clean and sober doubt I'll do it again (though I don't really count LSD as a drug in that manner). I remember a lot and only had two really bad experiences; the first time I smoked a huge amount of week while peaking, freaked out (I was alone...I used to take this alone all the time) in my shitty paranoid apartment in the middle of the afternoon. I remember standing naked in the kitchen by the window (which was right on the street), pulling everything out of the cupboards. I finally decided to call a drug hotline and spent who knows how long trying to decipher the phone book, then got on the phone with someone and got incredibly paranoid and demanded to know who they worked for and what they knew about me.

Other bad time I had panic attack that may have turned into a heart attack, I had to be hospitalized and my heart stopped on the way to the ER. I stayed in the hospital for two days before they sent me home, don't remember a thing about it.

All said, though, I feel like I learned a lot from the good times I did have which outnumbered the bad by the dozens. The last few times I took it it was kind of boring, but I'm struck that in taking it, it was like walking into an old familiar room you used to live in, even though you hadn't been there for years.

I can tell you that some I've had was great and some DIRTY (made my body hurt, didn't result in a trip so much as an uninteresting alteration in how I felt)and it felt very questionable. I don't know to what to attribute the differences, but given I feel pretty safe in saying that it was not my reaction, but the stuff itself. Esp. since others had the same reaction.

Esp. since others had the same reaction.

― human centaurpede (Jesse), Friday, November 20, 2009 2:28 PM (3 minutes ago) Bookmark

truth. if there are like sheets floating around and everybody has the same stuff for weeks or months and everybody reports the same general effects, then it becomes pretty obvious that it's not just "set & setting".

also, to echo akm, though i posted one of my most disturbing experiences upthread, most trips were super fun and the first few were incredibly liberating, awesome experiences.

http://www.times-standard.com/ci_15076194?source=most_viewed

It started on April 18, when officers responded to a residence to help Arcata-Mad River Ambulance personnel with a 31-year-old man who had just castrated himself. Medics and officers couldn't find the man's testicles, according to APD, and he later told police that he'd flushed them down the toilet because they contained “monsters.”

kinda wish this was on 77

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Give all the Arcata Liberals LSD and let them all casterate themselves.
How may votes do I get?

truth. if there are like sheets floating around and everybody has the same stuff for weeks or months and everybody reports the same general effects, then it becomes pretty obvious that it's not just "set & setting".

Or if I get the same acid as you and you tell me that when you tripped <X> happened, you've now influenced my experience.

I once jumped off a bridge into the Thames on lsd. My roommate and I had been playing frisbee in the park and we tripped and the frisbee just got harder and harder to catch and sillier and sillier to us. Then we walked over to a nearby bridge and held hands and just jumped. We were fine and the water was cold and lovely but man, that could have gone really really badly for us. The acid angels were watching I guess.

Beware of the Diamond Dogs...

Lots of giggling then many weird things seen including Roman army marching on my arm!?!

Ha, I saw a tiny triceratops grazing on the weed crumbs on my floor once.

Most trips seem to feature visual hallucinations, but I once had an audio hallucination. Someone put the Smiths on the stereo, and at first, everything was normal until, mid-song (forget which one), Morrissey's voice changed into Daffy Duck's. The drums, bass, guitar were all totally normal, though. Everybody just giggled, so I assumed they all heard it even though no one said it out loud. Same with the pulsating streetlight outside.

Weirder still, was a tactile hallucination (I don't know if I'm using the right words here). The palm of my left hand started itching really badly, and for some reason I didn't want anyone else to know, so I surreptitiously rubbed it on the arm of the chair, which worked... but, oh noes, the "itch" travelled down the chair into the carpet and headed straight for the stereo, where it ran up into the grooves of the record and was eventually relieved by the stylus. I actually heard the vinyl sigh. And again, everyone laughed as if they knew what had just happened and I felt awkward.

Memorable moments from my first trip, nearly 25 years ago, while watching a band featuring a couple of classmates perform in the living room of a guy I'd never met:

- Listening to "The Battle of Evermore", mandolin notes falling from the skies like pine needles and piling up at my feet

- Impressed with the band's rendition of "Purple Haze", I ask Paul (guitar) if they can play "Third Stone From The Sun". He says "There's, like, five guitars in that song, man", and the hilarity of my own retort - "So, just play one of them!" - triggers my first hysterical laughing jag of the evening. It gets even funnier when Paul starts turning into Oscar the Grouch before my eyes.

- Seeing a stolen traffic cone glowing flourescent red & radioactive in the closet, becoming paranoid that it can be seen right through the walls of the house itself, and that if anyone on the street sees it and reports it stolen, we're fucked. (Days later I learn that, incredibly, two cops actually did show up, but only for a minute, to ask that the volume of the amps be lowered. Luckily I missed 'em; I probably woulda FREAKED.)

- The host graciously fixing me a screwdriver, which I enjoy until I decide I need a straw to drink it. Not finding a straw in the kitchen, I decide upon a teaspoon, and imbibe one spoonful at a time like it was soup.

- Another hysterical fit of laughter when Paul, apropos of nothing, mentions "Leopold and Loeb" and I find the words themselves hilarious irrespective of their context. We make a call-and-response game of it and shout "Leopold!" "Loeb!" "Leopold!" "Loeb!" back and forth for awhile. Eventually, the cat's had enough of our laughter and bolts out of the room, and the Leopold/Loeb game is over.

- Hey, a Rubik's cube! I've never been able to solve one at the best of times, but I try to get one side a uniform colour. But it's hopeless, the colours are blurring and falling off the squares and transforming into Egyptian heiroglyphs, so I quit manipulating it and am content to stare at it for awhile.

Would play Leopold/Loeb game, even without acid.

This is cool:
http://www.a-pic.co.tv/2010/04/drawings-under-influence-of-lsd.html

Wow, those pictures are great. Wish I could read the accompanying paragraphs.

very cool

Those pictures would make awesome album covers

xp try saving the picture somewhere. If you're using Firefox, right click on the picture and select "view image" to see it by itself, and click on the image to see it full size.

or this: http://i.imgur.com/Vpo2K.jpg

Give a man a jpg and you feed him for one day, teach a man to jpg and you feed him for a lifetime...

I have nothing to say about this last drawing. It is bad and uninteresting. I want to go home now.

yeah that sounds about right

"the patient starts laughing, then becomes startled by something on the floor"

In every acid trip ever... right?

Didn't realize that the text was part of a jpg. Thanks!

xxp Somebody give that man a bong hit. Coming down without weed is miserable.

Strong booze also does the trick.

General: "We will shower the enemy forces with LSD, paper, and crayons. They will be so demoralised by their disappointing artwork that they will give up the will to fight."

"but give them time for the groovy watercolours before they surrender"

Actually that series of drawings is like an artist's entire career in nine pictures - realism, cubism, abstract expressionism, er... some other -ism...

Finally ending with total disillusionment with this whole "art" thing.

childism?

Are you familiar with the work of Hans Hartung?

no

I have nothing to say about this last drawing. It is bad and uninteresting. I want to go home now.

I like how he accurately portrays how the doc's beard has grown.

xp 'random toddler scribble' pretty much describes it
http://www.chaaban.info/wp-content/art_work_hans_hartung.jpghttp://www.chaaban.info/wp-content/art_work_hans_hartung.jpg

http://www.chaaban.info/wp-content/art_work_hans_hartung.jpg

weak childism dig was referring more to #5 - googling Hurtung suggests you're associating it with #6 or #8

xp

really like this
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aD_J47c9uLo/Si-srE7izVI/AAAAAAAABO0/DyC7tQ8yGQA/s400/%C2%A9+Hans+Hartung.jpg

I shall go read about Hurtung.

Some of it's cool but there's a lot of garbage. He probably has the highest ratio of good:bad work of any artist, including Warhol. Hartung was no slouch - he died in 1989 but that year produced 360 canvases.

One of my friends never came back from his first trip. Surely he must have had a pre-existing condition that was exacerbated, but this was still scary as hell to witness. After a second or third day of tripping (from one tab of some pretty normal-seeming stuff), he became convinced that his body had died & that he existed only in ghost form. He then proceeded to wander the halls of my high school, occasionally entering random classrooms to proclaim himself as "the ghost of Jackson High." All told, I believe he went for over a week without sleep, pretty much hallucinating full-stop, it seems. At another point during that week, he phoned another friend at 4 or 5 in the morning & said the following: "I got my glock, & the hammer's cocked, but I ain't shooting nobody."

Sadly I don't know if he ever got the psychiatric attention he needed - his parents were absentee careerists & I don't even know if they really had any idea what was going on.

After that initial week+ trip, he was obviously & regularly experiencing (often highly comical) periods of delusion. Dude is pretty highly functional, considering, & believe he managed to graduate from college & hold down a job & such, but it has been pretty much accepted by ALL who know him that he is a legit MADMAN.

^ that's what kinda puts me off

wow

uh huh. thanks for ruining any future experimentation 4 me !

lol don't be too put off - trust me. if you knew this guy before all this happened you would know that he was the sort of person that had no business taking acid to begin with. There were those of us, actually, who lobbied against letting him know that such things were even on our radar at the time. We figured it could only end badly, we just didn't know how badly.

I found some old notebooks from high school with my acid-fueled stream-of-conciousness prosetry - HIGHllarious. i'd trip again in a heartbeat, miss that place

haha i still have a slip of paper in my wallet that says "we are the earth breathing" that i wrote on my last trip

omg username/godspeed you black emperor album name

One of my friends never came back from his first trip.

incredibly scary thing to read in the context of this thread

I still really want to try acid.

No one on this thread may now ever run for public office. What a pity.

pfffff - maybe not in the states.

Yeah a friend of mine who is already a bit... well not unhinged, but has issues with depression and whatnot - Ive seen him deal with acid pretty badly. One time we were out at a fancy bar and he was off his tits and went to the toilets. He was gone for ages.. and when he reappeared, it was up the stairs from the entry to the place. We're all like "wait, how did you do that?" And he said "I WENT THROUGH A PORTAL AND I DONT KNOW HOW I GOT BACK HERE".

It just makes me cry floods of tears uncontrollably when it first hits. I see into an abyss of sadness and I just lose it. That passes eventually, but UGHHH.

for me there would be a bout of uncontrollable laughter, which was probably a similar type of release

Acid is the champion of all psychedelics. Last time I took it my body was outlined in multi-colored glowing neon. I felt like my consciousness was an onion and I was deliberately peeling back the layers to get at the core of my ego. Didn't make it, higher dose next time I guess ;) Also, sex on acid is insane if you are in love with the person.

I felt like my consciousness was an onion and I was deliberately peeling back the layers to get at the core of my ego.

Reminds me of that old scare story about the girl who thought she was an orange and tried to peel herself.

sex on acid is insane

emphasis on "insane"

Never tried it. Sex and drugs don't really go together for me.

i wouldn't really recommend it.

God no. I'm incredulous at having heard good things. It would just be this total removed experience. "What's going on? Boobs are hilarious-looking. And now my dick is where? Oh, this is too rich."

― tie me up, dress in drag, and read to me from the bible (kenan), Thursday, November 19, 2009 3:53 PM (7 months ago) Bookmark

sex does of course seem like it would be scary -- instincts/bodies/fluids/noises, all kinda overwhelming stuff -- but I could see how the strong emotional connection would help u hold it together. most romantic thing I did was hold onto my (non-tripping) gf and cry a lot and tell her how much I loved her.

Oh yeah, we were listening to the radio and this fucking brutal industrial beat came on, like the hardest most exciting thing I'd ever heard. I was desperate to know what it was, I'd never heard anything like it. Turns out it was You Win Again by the Bee Gees.

― Communi-Bear Silo State (chap), Friday, 20 November 2009 01:30 (6 months ago) Bookmark

:D

fuck the haterz though, that is a classic beat

^^^ can totally see this happening

That is a pretty hard industrial beat even when you're not tripping.

Two new scientific studies reveal hallucinogens are good for your mental health

"Quantifying altered states of consciousness was problematic in the early years of hallucinogen research. Today, however, there are validated instruments for assessing various aspects of consciousness."

See I'm just not buying this. If you have a validated instrument, it's already missing the point. (You squares.)

I'm not even joking. Telling me that you can measure my trip is like telling me that my every conscious impulse can be traced to the fact that my ancestors were hunter-gatherers. I don't mind you studying the human brain, I just mind your thinking you have validated instruments. My brain is SO much more complicated than your instruments, there's no argument to be had.

i love research studies about hallucinogens

partly bc i assume they are done by people who like hallucinogens

how have i never posted in this thread before

This annoys me:

Looks like it's time to give hallucinogens a second chance as medicine.

Heavy sigh. No it's not. We have no idea how they work, and what they do, we don't have any evidence of being uniformly positive. Looks like it's time you come down off that toadstool.

w eat toadstool

Many have. Self included.

p sure people have been using hallucinogens as medicine continuously for thousands of years so i dont know what 'second chance' means

seriously!

What amount of mushrooms would Terence McKenna have defined as a "defiant dose"? Because I'll do that.

You know, I could probably use a dried gram of mushrooms. It's been a long time since I've been there, and a lot of my thinking -- even practical thinking -- keeps reaching back towards that state of mind. I wouldn't call it spiritual, because that implies something superhuman. This is more like trans-human. Even sub-human, but in the best possible way. I may need what Tom Robbins called a "refresher course."

Sadly, I can't think of anyone in my life right now that I would trust enough to do it with. That seemed so easy once.

kinda feel like you have to be high to tell your stories abt getting high...

a few years ago i was at an outdoor dance party at a park here that is on another island but you can ride your bike to it, and a friend gave me some acid and a bit of e and i danced all afternoon in the sun and then rode back to a neighbourhood bar and saw m@mmatus play a really loud and heavy and great show. there were many colours coming out of the sound. i talked to them and another band on their label for a while, went over to a friend's house w them all and smoked w33d and hung out, thought abt letting the other band stay at my house but was coming down and remembered that my place is really way smaller than my brain was re-imagining. so i went home and just smiled at the ceiling for a while. the end.

i have also cried at streetlights

perfect

Aww rrrrrobyn

Great thread. Chap's Bee Gees thing had me in stitches. I've Been there!

For a while I had to drink DIET orange tango when I was tripping, it tasted like shooting stars

The thing I found strange about acid is that I realized people tended to regard me as a mellow reassuring person to trip with, and it's true that I usually enjoyed myself and was able to ride out the rough patches and calm other people down when they freaked out. And yet in my normal life, I am pretty highly strung and anxious.

Mostly we just tripped and walked miles across London during the dead of night. Sometimes there would be three or four of us all wearing Walkmans listening to our own mixtapes-when we were really peaking we'd all be listening to different music, in completely different worlds, barely communicating with each other. But we saw weird stuff too, collective hallucinations, guys walking down the street with their skulls split by axes, people fucking in abandoned offices, snail rape, mysterious yo-yo sellers that would keep appearing all over the city. Finally a nice comedown on hampstead heath, on long wet grass, watching the sky unzip and the sunrise spill out.

I've been told that i was a good person to trip with. And I'm about as anxious IRL as they come. Mostly what I'm anxious about is that real life is actually pretty awful most of the time, and I have a terrible time creating the necessary bullshit to wrap it in to make it day-to-day tolerable. People who are tripping do not need bullshit. In fact, they can smell it a mile away.

I'd love to think that's a virtue of mine, but I know it's not.

I would like to know more about snail rape.

http://www.ifanboy.com/files/images/mmcisaac/Junji%20Ito%20-%20Uzumaki.jpg

In the early hours of that same night we invented another concoction - a cocktail called The Spy Who Loved Me, which consisted of cheap super-strength cider and cream soda. At the time it tasted amazing, and we drank it while listening to Nobody Does it Better on repeat for about an hour.

― Communi-Bear Silo State (chap), Thursday, November 19, 2009 7:57 AM (9 months ago

This made me laugh extremely hard.

Green goblins and ogres on the bathroom floor of a Wendy's; snow spirals and ice streams whenever the wind blew; sunflowers smiling from a wall poster.

Also LOL at the taxi that was really an egg driven by Osama Bin Laden.

for the past couple of months i've been riding my bike around town pretty much every other day and at some point on each journey the bee gees and carly simon tales above pop into my mind making me laugh, every time without fail

one more time with feeling:

‎"We were tripping at my house, and one of my friends was craving a cup of tea. I brewed one up for him, then realised that there was no sugar or milk - so we decided a perfectly acceptable substitute would be a handful of cashew nuts and a fried egg. He drank the whole thing and declared it delicious.

In the early hours of that same night we invented another concoction - a cocktail called The Spy Who Loved Me, which consisted of cheap super-strength cider and cream soda. At the time it tasted amazing, and we drank it while listening to Nobody Does it Better on repeat for about an hour."

(genuinely can't imagine anything more awesome than listening to Nobody Does It Better 100 times off my face on acid.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqXkMpFPZnE

and:

"We were listening to the radio and this fucking brutal industrial beat came on, like the hardest most exciting thing I'd ever heard. I was desperate to know what it was, I'd never heard anything like it. Turns out it was You Win Again by the Bee Gees."

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1x8qy_bee-gees-you-win-again_music

not mine

http://storify.com/angelandaddict/brad-does-acid

I liked this thread by Perrin

If you get a chance to do acid with Muslims, do it. It's exciting, a little terrifying, but you learn something about yourself, which is always good.

— Dennis Perrin (@DennisThePerrin) August 8, 2018

it's not a thread

because he probably is so boomer'd up he doesn't know how to thread tweets

sorry, i assumed

A HS friend came back from MIT with pharma grade acid on his break, and suggested we try it while attending an opening weekend showing of Total Recall (1990). It came in dilute liquid form in a 100 ml sealed tube, which we split.

I recall a tasteless water, an uneventful drive in my car to the theater, but then immense confusion as to where I'd placed my ticket, having to go through every pocket. Once inside the theater lobby, I finally (after 3-4 low dose acid adventures) had the visuals every 60s tripalogue wrote about. Every pattern in the carpet glowed and pulsed with peripheral colors, something like what one sees looking through a diffraction grating in a kaleidoscope. In the theater, I recall very little of the film's narrative, but wasn't having a bad trip per se. It was just too noisy, too cacophonous for me, then. Sometime after three breasted mutants appeared, I decided I needed some fresh air. I'd lost contact with my friend (I think we had to find separate seats), and left through the lobby to the parking lot, and then an adjoining suburban street.

I found a lone tree there, indifferent to connecting with either street or sidewalk, which were pristine, but it connected with me. It was there, so lonely, it had lived most its life with only fumes for companions. There was no garden about, just insipid and closely mown grass. We connected. His was a old soul, compared to mine, he understood my state of anxiety, and calmed me. I leaned against him, and felt his atoms initially repelled and then attracted to the embrace. There was no verbal communication, no insight into his years as seedling or yard decoration. Just release, of pain mostly.

That's where my friend found me, presumably having searched theater and lobby. I would go on that night to harrass other human friends, who perhaps couldn't understand at 2 am that love could be so generous. But I believe that tree understood.

Shittiest part about being a responsible adult is lack of time. I've had a bag of mushrooms for months and haven't had a chance to be completely shut off from phone calls for enough time to trip and come down.

excellent tree story sanpaku

After some mushroom tea I fell in love with a palm tree in Bali. I told the people I was with and they laughed, "yes, we noticed." It was shallow, though, just based on looks.

excellent tree story sanpaku

― Οὖτις, Saturday, August 11, 2018 12:04 AM (fifteen minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

do you think the tree experience was informed at all by Total Recall's spiritual undercurrent?

Would that this were a 77 thraed.

Took half a tab, listened to phish at a friends house, ate a mango

Walked the empty golf course with a friend, went home, listened to Aphex twin

i didnt get too far into the story but this quote is insanely ILX

A HS friend came back from MIT with pharma grade acid on his break, and suggested we try it while attending an opening weekend showing of Total Recall (1990)

excellent tree story sanpaku

― Οὖτις

― macropuente (map)

here is an actual contribution... dont know what qualifies an acid ‘story’ other than doing acid, but, did acid and my tripping pals and i encountered a peaceful deer in the woods in the arboretum of my college and all of us almost started crying because a benign and sweet animal was approaching us, coming within feet. then i left them all rolling around in piles of leaves because they were so gone? then while desperately trying to get home and out of the arboretum a picture perfect white blonde girl employee of the college (swedish liberal arts school so thats just sorta the ‘normie’ of the environment) was driving around some donors on a golf cart through the arboretum and i had to playact nice and it severly distracted and disturbed me. then i put on VU ‘what goes on’ and the triple layered guitar solo changed my life

lmao then i remember the friends who were rolling around in the woods eventually on their way home got accosted by a man who they later deemed ‘the orange man’ who was looking to see the famous c*rpse flower in our bio dept that had already bloomed and died so they had to explain. then the guy said ‘well that SUCKS’. also he was weirdly tan i guess hence the ‘orange man’ moniker. i already havesome social anxiety i cant imagine the nightmare of actually talking to an irate stranger on acid

eh that shit is pretty boring to read but it was fun to remember!

MOD EDIT: such a bad vibe post that I'm abusing my mod powers to remove it.

Full disclosure: Let's just say that many people used to come to me asking for LSD.

I've tripped quite a lot, but not since 2007 or so. I haven't had the desire.

I have a lot of stories, but my favorite times on acid came when we would drop right before doing two-hour long radio show.

I haven't done real acid in decades, but I 'microdosed' on a hike a couple years ago. I didn't really feel anything but overwhelming energy; hiked from Tennessee Valley in the Marin Headlands to Downtown San Francisco without stopping.

Nice. I think that doing it in the outdoors is always my favorite.

Dropped acid at 10pm and watched Goodfellas, then had to be home for a 1am curfew (lol) my parents imposed because they caught me with pot. Started really tripping and stayed up until about 7am reading Needful Things (lol). Turn off my light to crash and my parents knocked on the door to tell me I had to jump in the car and drive 3 hours to NYC to visit my grandmother for brunch. Had brunch with my grandmother then drove back with my parents and got home in the afternoon. Still not having slept yet, I went out and got high with friends and drank Bacardi Golden Reserve until 1am. 40 hours still my longest bender.

The recent research on psychedelics and depression/anxiety has made a few things click in hindsight about my most successful academic years. Eating mushrooms twice a month was self-care apparently.

I don't know about successful academically, but I definitely gobbled up books and music and got a lot of non-academic stuff done when I was dropping acid all the time.

My creative practice excelled— I still got a B- in my Latin American Economics class.

Several years ago I went on a pretty intense day hike with a friend to a place called Gothic Basin and brought recently acquired acid, which I had never done before. Once at the (amazing, beautiful) top I took a small amount, maybe 1/3 of a tab, figuring it would do something but I should make sure it was legit and I didn’t react badly to it. On the way down my friend got stung by a hornet; she’s allergic to bee stings and had not brought any medication or an epi-pen. She decided to just run 3-4 miles down this quite steep mountain trail in order to get to civilization before the reaction got too bad, and I followed. I was pretty terrified that I’d put a foot wrong while running and then we’d be truly screwed, but we managed to get back to the trailhead in one piece and I drove her car back successfully and all was well. My first time taking a full dose was much more chill and relatively uneventful.

A dear friend has a quite amazing story about taking a large dose of mushrooms with his friend while sledding, then his friend bonking into a tree and breaking his jaw, and then driving himself and tripping broken-jawed friend through the snow to the hospital while peaking.

Tripped for the first time in many years recently. I though I'd be up for it but wound up filled with dread and self-doubt. Cried for a long time. I think I am officially too old for that sort of nonsense.

Yeah, I had a couple mushroom experiences in the last year or two which were not filled with grace, illumination and merging with the cosmos; I just felt weird and decided that I'm not gonna be a part of the neo-psychedelic tribe. I'm glad for the experiences of my late teens & early twenties, but that was then, this is now.

That said - a buddy bought a vape pen filled with DMT and that was kinda rad because it only lasts a few minutes; a bit like nitrious oxide but with more visuals.

I've been pretty curious about that. I've never tried psychedelics and the dude who's been goading me into shrooms is pretty insistent I take a full dose, which I really don't wanna do out of the gate. DMT pen might be cool though

Had a drop and then went and played in the ocean, just wading in up to my calves, running away from waves, exploring sea caves etc.

I can't officially recommend that since the ocean is a dangerous place.

But it's the best thing you could possibly do.

excellent revive

Those three LSD trips I mentioned upthread were the only ones I've done so far. I still want to trip once or twice more in my lifetime.