acid & shrooms flashback, check this out!

Yeah i must be a visual person then because every trip i've ever had all i was thinking about was the hallucinations, not only the visual but others as well. As for fgreaking out, hasn't happened.

You buy the ticket, you take the ride.

 

Actually, it was closer to about 23 hours before I fell asleep, and when I did I was still having slight visual distortions and cool thoughts, but I was getting very fatigued mentally and was getting to the point where I just wanted it to be over. I slept pretty much all the next day, and it took me a few days to be back to a normal energy/mood state. I shit you not, it was ten hits, we went to the cafeteria, to a dollar store, target, and a lil later that evening we started drinking and went to a party...after getting back at around 4am I was still trippin, and the effects started to get stronger again as the drunk wore off.

I understand that it's hard to believe me about being able to walk around and do shit, but understand that tripping is different for me. With LSD it's never all that visual, shrooms are fairly visual, but it's a lot more mental. I've tripped a few times around this group of friends and normally I'm all goofy and whatnot, but on the day I took the tenstrip they kept asking if I was ok cuz I was so quiet. I was pretty spaced, like there physically but in my own world mentally.



That's the strip I ate. Like I said in the previous post, a friend of mine (who obtained this for me) ate the same thing and had trouble with things getting fairly visual, and in the past on comparable doses I've never "seen" as much as what my friends did. The day I ate ^ that, there were times that it felt REALLY odd to be standing upright, and there were a few times I felt as though I might lose my balance, but I let my mind drift to other things and let my unconscious instinct take over and guide my body.

I didn't really want to go to the Target, seeing all those people start to look like aliens was enough for me, and I was getting tired of walking around, but my friend's girlfriend had to pick up a prescription and he wanted to try and find this one game...and a santa beard for the holiday party that night. I mean I just kinda zoned out, let my thoughts wander about life and where life originated and just followed my friend around.

I guess my perception of what tripping is like is skewed by my own experiences, so I'm having a bit of trouble understanding why it's so hard to believe that I was able to move around and go out in public. I guess my only answer is that I was so spaced, my thoughts so clear and directed and FUN, amazing, beautiful that I wasn't even thinking at all about how up I was, where I was or what I would normally have been doing.

Believe me or not, I don't really care, I know what happened and it was one of the best days of my life. I could also talk about the day I ate around 15 grams of shrooms...that was infinitely more difficult to deal with. LSD is no problem to me, it's the shrooms that get me.

 

dude I used to come on these forums like 3 months ago and you talked about how you had never even tryed acid now your eating ten strips, give me a break. IM guessing you really had this experience but you didnt eat anything near 10 hits. Dude no matter how beautiful and good your thoughts are you are going to be fucked up of that nuch acid thats another reason i dont belive you you obviously dont understand really how intense 10 hits of acid is.

 

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Two friends of mine regularly take 1000 mics of acid at parties (5 drops of 200 mics liquid), which depending on how strong your blotters are, is roughly a 10 strip.

That's just two people I know well enough to know their acid taking habits, I know many more experienced acid users, many of which probably do similar amounts, I've never really thought to ask.

Just because you personally can't imagine doing such large amount of acid doesn't mean it doesn't happen all the time.

It seems to me that perhaps it is you who doesn't understand the idea of doing 10 hits of acid.

On a slightly pedantic note, that's not really 10 hits in your picture It's 8 hits and two halves. Hope you didn't pay for 10

 

if your saying you get very mental 10 hits of pretty shity stuff would still fuck you up alot, probably to point of where you couldnt do anything.

 

Depends on the person. I get to the "can't do anything" point at about 400-500 mics, but 1000 mics is standard weekend fare for some people.

 

1000 mics hahaha you do not no what your talking about in the least bit. Im sure neither of you have smoked dmt but if you have you would no you cant do shit 1000 mics is pretty close to the intensity of a dmt trip only it lasts ALOT longer. You are both full of shit.

 

Actually i bet you guys could smoke dmt like tobacco, knowing you have such beautiful minds and thoughts.

 

You must be confusing me with someone else, I first tried acid in the fall of 2005, in November. I didn't join this board until February of 2006, so I would never have posted that I was thinking about trying acid.

Did the picture I posted not show up? It shows the ten strip I ate. Maybe it wasn't that strong....but I disagree, I remember taking the first two and waiting until those started to kick in before taking any more, and I was already starting to get a fairly intense body buzz.

Everyone experiences a trip differently, who are you to say that what I experienced wasn't intense enough to actually be ten hits? I'm not trying to say that it was a cakewalk, I'm just saying that the majority of the intensity of the experience was in how ... how to say this. When my friends were eating breakfast (I was feeling a bit nauseous, didn't feel like food would stay down) we were talking about recent parties, and I couldn't even recall events of two nights earlier. Not that I didn't remember them - I just couldn't access them. All manner of recent memory was gone, though what I had done from the time I had woken up stayed with me. I was in the moment, much of my normal mental energy was directed at sending me upward into very abstract thoughts.

I agree that it is fairly hard to determine specifc amounts of acid, I have no idea of the amount in micrograms, though I would imagine that some people have that ability in that it's at least POSSIBLE to do. Resu, you don't know about what sort of resources Hemisphere's friends have, maybe they do know exactly how much they're taking.

No, I have not smoked DMT, though I would like to see what that sort of experience is like.

I know that those last two look like halves, but it wasn't totally flat; all of them were the same size, and though it looks flat on the one side, that edge was perf'ed.

Maybe some more description of some of the visual aspects are in order: around the time I had finally eaten all ten and was flatening out for a little while, I was looking out the window at the apartment buildings and small houses out the window and saw a neighborhood of houses that were basically the same, all in Easter pastel colors, with just a hint of Halloween. The trees looked like a combination of gearworks and windmills, and at the same time appeared as beings grasping at something be carried away on the wind. On the way to the shopping plaza I zoned out for a little bit, then looked out into the country side and saw myself in a very, very familiar territory, recognizing restaraunts and other office buildings...until I realized that the stretch of highway I was thinking of was over 2 hours away, and that I was looking at farmhouses and other similar structures. I turned to the girl sitting next to me and said "dude, I just thought I was home for a minute, on 271 near Mayfield." She relayed that to my friend up front, who shouted out "DUDE, ____ just made a 2 hour trip in 10 minutes!" On the way back, I saw columns of clouds in a triangular shape stretching off into the heavens, repeated over and over, each falling off in perspective as it got higher up and also further out into my periphery, lined in gold and glowing as if to show me some special significance.

At breakfast, there was a small incident that almost caught people's attention the fact that I was trippin: we were teasing my friend's girlfriend about always taing too long to get ready, and she said something about makeup. I don't remember exactly what was said, but it ended with me saying something like "it's ok dude, I can't tell anyway cuz youve got shit on your face already." She started freakin, gettin all loud sayin "What's on my face?? where?" I tried to tell her that I was simply SEEING something on her face, but for whatever reason she didnt remember right away, and finally my friend got her to shut up by reminding her that I was hallucinating and that there wasn't anything on her face.

That dining hall was almost too much, it's always loud in there to begin with, and all I could hear was the sound of people eating, everywhere around me.

I actually don't remember what the first part of the peak was about, though I do remember closing my eyes and falling into a very large space with VERY intricate fractal geometry playing across my field of view, with two very distinct sides, as if they were opposing each other, but in the sense of light and dark - there is neither if there aren't both. I opened my eyes for a minute, the rest of the people in the room were just watching a movie so I figured I was fine, although I had a really strange sensation that I was about to fall off the bed, although I was curled up, laying down, at the far side of the bed, against the wall.

Putting my trust in my friends that they would help me if something went wrong, I continued to listen to music with my eyes closed. For a while I was in the same large space, though this time the "floor" (I didn't have orientation at all, so I'll just use that term) was developing texure, in a very 3-d manner. The fractal patterns went up a notch and started to become very real. Every so often an image of some object would flutter through - the patterns were getting complex enough to appear as descernable objects. Eventually faces appeared, and I opened my eyes one more time. I closed them again, and when I did objects started to look REAL, as if the actual object was floating in my vision. I don't remember what the first few objects were, but then I started to see fangs, first a swirling pattern and then just one real big one floating there. I was a little annoyed by this, teeth from a rodent (I had watched a nature show about voles earlier, while still eating the doses) didn't seem like a cool thing to watch. I opened my eyes for the last time, and then went back into it, having decided to just let whatever happened happen. This is where the fang appeared again, and went into my eye. I've described this part before in this thread, so I'll summarize: fang -> finger -> hand beckoning me out -> friends beckoning -> vision of me and two of my friends doing all manner of goofy things in the dorm. It turned into like a video of me - I had wanted to see myself from the outside (though I wanted it to just happen while on acid, like while riding in the car, not with my eyes closed) but this was still real cool, seeing myself as my friends would see me.

There was also the usual circular pattern inside a square, repeated over and over, the circle spinning around and the whole pattern shifting across a wall, changing colors, the individual curly cues making up the pattern spinning that I normally see on the walls and stuff, colors brightening to the verge of looking like a cartoon (which was a new experience), indeterminate objects floating through the fractal patterns in the texture of the ceiling, reality itself bending and stretching the confines of the room, the dresser looking as if it wanted to dance but was held in place by the laws of physics...

I dunno man, think what you want, the intensity of the experience manifested itself in the clarity and significance of my thoughts, and the fact that all of it seemed to have a really detailed mental image (though not a real image, ya know), not as much in being "fucked up" and not being able to do things physically. Like I said, part of the reason I was able to do anything at all was because of how detatched I was mentally, letting my body take over and do what it's been conditioned to do.

Man there's no way someone could do a thumbprint, it would be too intense, and you could probably die from that too. </sarcasm>

 

Yeah there is really no point in arguing one way or the other because now a days you can never tell how much they put on blotter. I've had some that were extremely weak, and vice versa.

 

Eman Resu, you do make me laugh

Perhaps my friends don't know EXACTLY how much they're taking, but I imagine they have a fairly good idea.

The psychedelic community in the UK is far more close knit than the American one, probably due to the large concentration around London. It's a small country, and one large well connected city, yet one of the most advanced western nations - a lot goes on here.

Perhaps in America you may find yourself struggling to find some shitty 75 mic blotter for $20 a hit, but I've been involved in the psychedelic community in the UK for little over half a year, and I know people with access to crystal.

Don't think I'm exaggerating to show off or something either, I'm a self confessed psychedelic lightweight, and I'd never dream of doing anywhere near that amount.

Last year I did ~500 mics (2 drops of strong liquid) under the impression it was half that strength (later talks with the dealer revealed that he actually lied to me about the strength, it was a running joke that he thought I was in on. Now there's a thing - dealers who understate the potency of their goods ), that gave me the most intense trip of my life, something I've talked about a few times on these boards.

It was scary as hell, and since then I've had many flashbacks, though I now only get them occasionally when on other drugs. Since then I tripped only once, and probably won't again for a long time.

 

Yeah man, what Desert said. I mean maybe what I was was equal to x number of hits back in the day or w/e, but that's not really what's important right? What's important is the fact that I did trip, and there was some tight visual shit, and there was some real real crazy mental shit goin on, and at the party that night playin beer pong I had like a 95% shot percentage. It was harder to miss a shot than otherwise, and it's a feeling that I try to mimic now - total relaxation, let your brain calculate that distance to the cup and tell your arm how to throw the ball.

 

dude i guaretee you dont no shit about the ACTUAL psychedelic community in america I can get STUPID strong unperfd fluff for $350 a sheet thats less than $5 a hit. 3 hits is more than enough for faces to distort and walls to breath and patterns to cover shit.. YOu can learn absolutly nothing about the psychedlic community and psychedelics for that mattter on these psychedelics forums beacuase knowbody on them knows shit. On 1000 mics you will be able to feel the world spin and im not even exaggerating.

 

But what ever im not even ever going to post on here again. HIpforums psychedelic thrread is officaly declared "WHACK AS FUCK"

 

isn't dmt a nerve gas?

 

my trip was sort of how u described on 10 hits, only mine was sort of like this complex moving vortex of circles or something. its hard to remember. i was thinking about it being the universe at the time but i knew it wasnt and that it was just random hallucinations and stuff lol.

that video is tight btw

 

that video is awesome, y'all.

 

dmt is defintaly not a nerve gass its a crystal or orangeish powder that you smoke

 

wow, i've been misinformed.
j/k.

 

loved that video - not the demon part though