So when/how did you guys lose your acid virginity? I first got a hold of some legitimate LSD when I was 17. All the years of reading, watching documentaries, asking clueless high school weed dealers and now it was finally going to happen. I was bursting with excitement I could hardly wait. One weekend in the fall my parents went to visit some friends and would be out late. This was the perfect opportunity so I broke out my 2 plain white blotters (roughly ~150mc each) and lay them out in front of me. I cleaned up my room, lit some incense, made some tea and placed both blotters directly under my mouth. I lay down on my bed with my notepad and a pen and waited in anticipation. After a half an hour I begin to feel chills all over my body. My head felt cloudy and the posters on my wall seemed funnier than they should be. Was this it? Am I tripping? Another half an hour went by and the effects slowly got stronger and stronger. I turned to look at my alarm clock and it was 7:59 and, for reasons unknown, I burst into a fit of stomach churning laughter. As I was clenching my stomach I noticed that my dresser and desk would "float" to my next point of vision. I looked up at my ceiling and the edges connecting the wall and the ceiling were wiggling up and down as if submerged in water. The light above my room was bursting with white angelic light and I could see intricate lines and patterns emerging from the heavenly glow. Holy fuck this was beautiful. I grabbed my jacket and went out into the cool fall night. The colours of the leaves and grass were bright and simplistic. It felt like like I was in VHS movie with washed out colours and splashings of pixel patterning and grainy fuzz everywhere. It was so magical I remember wishing that I could capture the beauty of how I saw these things. Cars passed through the street and I could see a stream of colour trailing behind their trajectory. I felt like an artist, seeing the world as Van Gogh did, experiencing the essence of what he was trying to capture in his paintings. With this realization I felt a surge of euphoria pass through my body like a crashing wave. Everything felt perfect, everything felt like one. I went home and listened to music, drew in my notepad and chilled out for the rest of the trip. I smoked a few bowls, took some xanax and tried to go to sleep. The next morning I was in a state of after glow. Though I didn't see the world the same way that I had last night, I was aware of its capacity for beauty and felt a deep sense of understanding. TL;DR I took acid at 17, alone on a fall night and had a incredible time Share your stories guys
Wow sounds like an excellent first experience. Glad it was filled with so much beauty and wonder! My first trip was also around the late fall/early winter time. A friend had called me and said he got a whole sheet. I had got shrooms from him before and they were legit, so I decided to get 4 hits. I went to another friends house in the night time around 8. I decided that I would eat all 4 hits in one session, so that it would be a good strong trip to get the full experience from. I ate one hit every 15 minutes over an hour. I sat watching a movie waiting for the effects to come. It seemed nothing was happening and finally around the 2 hour mark I said, "when is this stuff gonna kick in?". Sure enough as soon as I uttered those words it hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked at my arm and the hairs on my arm were growing up and down, up and down. Everything looked like a video game, and was loose, morphing, growing and shrinking inside itself. After awhile I decided to drive home, which is a bad idea, but it was only down the block so I went anyway. Objects on the side of the road were appearing only after I got close to them, like that old genesis game Race Drivin'. When I got home I laid down and watched myself melt into the kitchen floor. That was the point where my ego melted and the trip presented itself in all its brillance. It was quite a difficult trip though, I got stuck in a loop, going back and forth between awe inspiring moments of wonder and joy, unbelievably profound thoughts on the mysteries of the universe, to stomach clenching fear and confusion, making me confront death over and over again. It was a big lesson, and preparation for the next level of understanding. But at the time it was very scary, it was the first time I had no choice but to look at death without being able to look away. All in all I say it was a grand welcoming into the world of lsd.
I was 16 when I first took lsd. it was later winter / early spring. well the actual first time i hardly tripped. i just felt strange and remember listening to light my fire by the doors. my friends told me that this acid wasn't all that good. they made me wait a month before we tripped again. second time was my first real time. took two hits and was blasted into another world. the comeup was really happy, everything just took a really positive vibe to it. then it really started to mind fuck us, long story short I saw the grim reaper and faced my fear of death, and my atheist views were shattered and i started to seek spiritual things. this trip was REALLY intense. I can't even imagine an lsd trip being as intense as it was back then anymore! even when i'm tripping really hard lsd kind of mellows me out, i don't really go through the whole OMG IM GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT trip anymore.
In high school my friends younger brother knew a guy who could get it. I had taken mushrooms with said friend and smoked but he thought acid was dangerous and had allot of misinformation about it. He even though mushrooms were poison but had encouraged us to take them. So in secret I met the brother and his dealer and watched as he put a few drops on a cube for me. I did not know what to expect but pretty soon I began to feel kind of shroomy. Colors became vibrant and I began to laugh at everything. I was half expecting an experience like you see in the media. You know the type imagined by people who have never tripped. Even though I had taken mushrooms I was still new and was not sure how much different substances varied in the trip. I quickly found out there was no full blown hallucinations of pink elephants of desire to fly but my mind was very stimulated and I was seeing some amazing things. I remember looking at a car and seeing it transform into different cars, then a truck. I was not sure what the vehicle actually was. As a car enthusiast I guess my mind could create allot. But the most intense part of the night was actually beveling I was dead. Since I did not really have anyone to use this substance with I had done it alone. Soon I got into this loop of realizing I could not prove I was alive. I thought maybe I was like Bruce Willis in the 6th sense and did not know I was dead. Since no one could talk to me in that moment I felt like I had no way to verify anything. But I was not afraid I thought at least I had a good life. I would not even call it a "bad trip" just a mind fuck.
i first tried LSD when i was 19, during the fall. i took it with a girl i was seeing at the time, her sister, and a hippy dude. i took one plain white blotter, and it was plenty. i remember listening to 311 while laying on her stairs and being blown away at how new my favorite band sounded. we all took a walk to the convenience store with no shoes, and that girl and i laid if a baseball field looking at the stars. it was a quality trip, but i've had a lot more memorable ones since then.
My very first time I was 14 and took all of 1/3 of a hit of brown barrel. At the time I didn't really know what was what, but in retrospect, I definitely did have some noticeable effects, but not amazing. Then a couple of years later a friend had a peanut butter jar 1/3 full of purple microdot and because I'm too lazy to type it all up again; and the thread it came from of the same topic; http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?p=6526220#post6526220 :sunny:
I lost my acid virginity on my 17th birthday with one of my best friends. I was in the computer in my room and she came upstairs and told me to stick out my tongue. She pulled out a sweet breath bottle and dripped a couple drops on my tongue, hung out for a minute and told me what she gave me then she went back downstairs for about 45 minutes. When she came back up stairs she put in our mike Perkins cd and we just chilled out for a few. I started getting what felt like a lump in my throat and wanted to spit constantly. I laid down on my bed and we just chilled out and looked at the ceiling(it was particle board). When I first really started noticing that I was starting to trip I was infatuated with my hand. I thought it was so freaking cool, the way it left a trail while I moved it around. I eventually I got bored with my hand and just stared at the ceiling along with my friend. I loved watching the pieces of wood move around. At one point I found a spot that looked like a happy lion. It had a smile and moved around and every thing. 7am comes around and I was coming down but still had some visuals. I had to go downstairs for something and my dad was awake so I had to trg to act normal around him. My mom came up to me and asked how I was and how I liked it because apparently my friend asked her first. I LOVED my first trip.
I was 15 and had had a previous life changing mushrrom trip(Thought I died, saw god, future, all that crazy shit) and decided it was time to face that reality again, a friend of mine purchased some WoW from his brother, I bought it at school, and just ate it that night and hung out in my room. It was cool and very introspective but since then I've had some waaay better trips
hmm. my first time. i was a sophomore in high school and a guy i had met the day before, who for some reason took a liking to me. we were chillin at lunch outside and he asked if i wanted to have a mouthdrop. so i said yeah. not really worrying about it being LSD. i didnt even know what LSD was. but as soon as i put in my mouth he died laughing, and told me i was about to travel through dimensions. i just remember extremely visibly my math teachers head warping everywhere like a bouncy ball hitting the ground just in real slow mo. he took one when i took one. so we were both trippin. i wasnt at all mad.... i wanted more!!!!
For me it was the first week of June 1978, at Brookville Lake in Indiana. I had a single dose of red dragon blotter but was afraid to take the whole thing, so I took something less than half. I'd been turning down offers of the stuff for years by then. We left for the lake from Cinci before dawn, and stopped at a store on the way. I remember being in the back of my friend's van (complete with incense, a couch, GIANT speakers blasting Floyd-SteelyDan-Yes-Tull and almost nothing else) it was still dark, and as I reached for the door, in the dark, I saw this crazy pattern float into view... and vanish. I got out, was fine... no weird visuals. We went on to the lake, spent the day hiking around it, smoking, grilling out... and I was SO disappointed to have ... NO effects. But I was THINKING. REALLY thinking. About life, about friendships, careers, education, my future, the future of humanity, the possibilities of humanity... it was like I was finally, for the first time, okay with me and life and the world and its people... I felt like all the answers were right there in my hand. By late afternoon it stopped and I suddenly realized I'd just had the best POSSIBLE trip one could EVER have. And the whole time I didn't even realized it... only after it faded. We were very tired as we headed back to Cinci. The driver, my buddy of many years, wasn't paying enough attention, ran a stop sign and we had a head-on collision that totalled his van and the other car. I was in a beanbag chair and hit the windshied with the back of my head and upper back. I was sore for a few days but had no lasting problems at all, and the others were all the same. If I wasn't over trippin' before that, I sure was by then. My buddy dumped all his weed, and the driver of the car told us he'd just spent months fixing the car, and was just taking it for a test drive. Then we had to wait for my buddy's mom to come pick us up and lecture the shit out of us all the way back home. The red dragon blotter is one that is in that famous document where the actual microgram dosages are given with the pictures, and I don't recall exact potency, but it was actually well under 100 mics. That's one of my favorite life memories to this day.
