your acid stories

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

Casper

Chico, CA

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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.