A strip and a half. Accidently.

set: excited for a mild to moderately strong lsd trip

setting: in underwear in my room, getting ready to go out to see Alice soon.

I had gotten a piece of computer paper with 16 liquid drops on it mailed from across the world a few months ago. I had tried about 1/8 of it, from one corner, and found it pretty weak. Assuming that the entire supply was weakened by transit, I figured about the whole thing should give me a nice strong trip but manageable, on par with 3-5 hits of fire stuff from my experience.

I cut the paper into ribbons, put them in my mouth, and washed it down with some water. About 10 minutes later I started to feel like something was up. Then I got a touch of nausea and some jitters. Nice I thought, this feels like it's going to be pretty strong. 10 minutes later and I am calling my friends in a panic to come pick me up ASAP and drive me to a safe place to crash for the night. The universe was vibrating. My computer screen, keyboard, cellphone, were already almost undecipherable.

I lay down in bed and try and get myself to relax. My heart is pounding, a bit from the acid and a bit from my panicking. This is not good. I suddenly realize that I must have ingested about a strip and a half. at home. with my parents walking around talking to me. with plans for the evening. without clothes on.

I call my friend sam and let him know the deal. he is incredulous when i explain that i am basically overdosing. i calmly insist to him that this is far, far, far beyond anything you would want to be on in public, and i'm only about 30 minutes into it. normally acid takes 2-3 hours to begin working for me, so . . .

he tries to explain to me what hes doing, where he is, what i should do, but i am already past the ability to understand basic english. small bits and chunks i understand. "...should get dressed..." "...outside will feel better..." "...a joint..." i lay and try and think of what to do, anxiously holding on to any scrap of lucidity and logic that peeks through the shimmer. i realize what hes trying to say finally, and it makes sense. get dressed. pack some shit together. go outside, into the forest near my house. bring a joint. sit and relax and smoke until help comes.

i struggle to get dressed, not understanding why i am putting on these heavy cold fabrics on top of my warm soft skin. do i need to put air on? do i need to take my skin off? i am already at the point where these are serious tangents of thought which i assess with great care. 30 minutes into it.

i finally get my clothes on, and in a panic flee from my room. thankfully both my parents are in the basement and will not see me leave. i whisper wild-eyed and insanely to my sister in the living room "I TOOK TOO MUCH ACID, I HAVE TO GO." she follows me worried as i put on my shoes, and i explain that im fine, im enjoying it, this just can't happen here. Whatever this is, it cannot happen here.

I leave the house, make it a few steps, then remember i completely forgot to bring weed. not good. i have to work at 9 am tomorrow. its 7pm and this is happening. not good, i will need some help coming down, and mary jane is the best for that. i call my sister and tell her to bring me all my pot and supplies. she helps me out and comes outside a minute later with my bag full of pot shit. i don't even think what a dumb idea it is to be walking around with over an ounce of pot on me when i am starting to forget who i am, where i am, what day it is, etc.

The next hour or two is spent walking around on the streets in my area, trying very hard to just look like someone out for a walk on saturday night at 8 pm with bulging pockets. lots of cops out. lots of drunk kids on the streets. lots of people out. thankfully the sun is down now, so the cover of night helps me stay invisible. every car that passes me i hallucinate as a police car until its very close. even vans and shit.

i wander around, lost, forgetting why im walking, with no game plan. brief moments of lucidity allow me to painfully text my friends and call them. operating the cellphone is tortuous in its inefficiency, but fun in how much the LCD displays are messing with my vision.

sam reminds me again of what i am supposed to be doing; staying put in a safe spot and smoking and listening to music. ok, sounds like a plan, i make a beeline for the forest near my house. here is where i learned something very important.

Forest. At night. On 10+ hits. BAD IDEA. VERY BAD IDEA. Every direction looks the same. My mind's ability to form sets and groups is demolished; every tree is a unique and unrepeated arrangement of form and substance; the world is an infinitissimo of variety, no one thing having relation to any other thing. the very bits between the bits are splitting apart, all illusions of semblance dissapear. This tree is This Tree. This other tree is This Other Tree. and so on they go, for all the jagged black lines jutting across my vision. I am walking through a rorshach blot of black lines, absolutely lost, and of course constantly forgetting why im here, what im doing, whats going on . . . time and space are meaningless on top of that. i sometimes call my friends in a panic 5 minutes after talking to them to let them know an update, because i feel like 66 hours have passed. i walk back and forth in the forest, circling around and retracing my steps, not understanding how to walk THROUGH it, or that there is a "through", or which forest this even is!

lucidity comes by again, i remember my mission, head for an area i know, sit down, blaze. the cherry on the joint looks like a sun, it is bigger than the joint itself. sweet mary jane calms my nerves as i listen to music and smoke.

finally i am rescued, taken to a safe home, and allowed to discombobulate for the evening among friends. On the way out of the forest, I lost my mp3 player and my water bottle. Gone. I was so fucking pissed, on this much acid and no music to listen to!!!

Whatever, this will be interesting. in this state anyways, what is music? everything is music. even the act of listening to music, is music. the angles at which to approach all phenomena not conceptually, but viscerally, become infinite. Taste is to concept is to physics is to laughter is to purple, as smoke is to moon is to "get it together!" is to warmth is to my dog. An absolute fruit salad of association. I am stunned, absolutely fucking stunned at the power of LSD. This is what seperates it from other substances. Other ones play with your cognition. LSD hooks in directly to the Experience. It is life and process itself which it fractalizes.

Lying on the couch, suddenly there is a slowing, a straining, a grinding down of the orgy, and in one brief moment it's as though a switch has been flipped and the trip ends, leaving me only with the residual sensorial and body effects (stimulation, the "taste" of acid in my mouth etc).

I was not able to sleep at all. Still now, almost 24 hours later, I do not *need* to sleep, and am going out soon. though i am quite exhausted. i was fine for work and functioned great.

I was worried during the trip that this high dose would cause me tremendous difficulties in the mental realm, depression, paranoia, delusional thoughts, uncontrollable emotions, visual problems etc. Nope. Nada. I feel fucking great. I can tell tomorrow will be (the start of) crash day, but right now, I feel pretty damn good, and I learned a lot from the trip.

Holy fucking christ. You aussies get some real fire shit

I cannoy FUCKING WAIT to do this dose again, in a proper set/setting of course. most of this trip was spent trying to hold on for dear life. It was great when I could let go for a short while smoking the joint, but I concede this was essentially a wasted dose, even though it was fucking brilliant and I wouldn't take it back.

So after work, I head into the forest to try and find my water bottle and mp3 player. I cannot even find where I sat down for the night. I narrow it down to like 300 square meters. Wandering aimless for about 10 minutes in this area, I walk directly into my mp3 player on the ground. a 2"x2" black square, in mud and leaves. I found it. Without having ever been here sober, or knowing where to look. Magic

Nothing compares to lsd. all my RCs are lesser variants i realize. they offer good things, but the thing lsd offers . . . wow. i feel so blessed to have experienced that. i feel i have experienced one of the truly apex events a human can go through. I don't think i can ever do less than a strip it's a whole other ballgame. So fucking clean. Aside from a brief wave of nausea in the first few minutes, I had absolutely no complaints from my body, not even gastric, and i always have gastric complaints on drugs. I know now what to be puddled means. Splish splash.

fucking cheers :coffee:

 

What an incredibly visually stimulating piece of writing. I'm in awe.

 

i am sitting here contemplating whethor i should to take one or two tonight (the dead print ones from furthur)...this just made me :0
better go for two...

 

hahaha Splish splash, indeed. That sounds like an amazing experience, even if it was kinda difficult. As always.....wonderfully written report

I don't have much else to say, aside from congratulations

 

That was the best post i've seen on the forums yet. extremely exciting, enticing, wow. bravo to the max. :biggrin: and congrats?

 

That's just how his trip reports are. lol They are always extremely engrossing.

 

oh nice, i haven't been here long enough. i'll be checkin out his other ones then.

 

well DAMN man that is crazy. i'm glad it ended up being such a good experience for you. pheww.

 

Yeah just look for his DPT reports in the Synthetics forum and you're sure to find some good reading material. lol

 

You are fortunate to access the LSD. I remember times like those when I lived at home and needed to leave to trip. Wandering helpless. Not as good as the time when you unlocked all your paradigms and it took awhile for you to relearn. That was a good one. Good luck with your research man.

 

lol, that sounds pretty amazing, nicely written. Its not often i can read through an entire trip report here.

And yeah there has been some fantastic liquid going around australia lately

 

It's been about 2-3 years since I've had LSD. Reports like this only make me want it even more:tongue:

 

I love your trip reports.
lucy is eluding me these days, nice to have a vicarious experience :]

 

dude WRiter u r the fucking shit. this trip report and NEODUDE's articulate LSD so nicely. thanks i cant fucking wait to trip

 

Haha, I know this feeling.

When I took 50mg of 2c-e I was on this secluded mountain in Sweden.. I got up to go back where I came from, went a little too much to the left and for about 15 minutes I was just running around in a forest with a face like this:

Either way, it sounds like one helluva trip.

 

sounds like amazing acid. sounds like even if in a way it was a wasted dose, good came of it, and of course you would not want to take it back!

i think on that much acid being alone in the woods might have freaked me out quite a bit, but instead for you it became a dark maze. i am glad you found your ipod, the universe was with you.

and this paragraph, wow just wow!

no wonder activities such as getting dressed or eating become so complex

 

wow Writer, sounds like you had quite the trip

I can only imagine what it's like being in the woods and tripping like that haha.

 

The Master speaks....

Our Universe Listens...

 

wow no wonder you call yourself mr writer, that was the best trip report ive ever read!

 

I really would have liked to hear more about the 4-5 hours you tripped I am guessing the tail end of looking for a place, the woods, and getting picked up, as those two spots in the writing seemed to transition a bit fast, but I'm glad through circumstances you were once again reminded just how much LSD can take over you, and that means many more trips for you later. SURPRISE BITCH, Lucy here.