your acid stories

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.