About a week ago I took 6 sugar cubes and headed to an unfavorable setting. There were three of us who would be tripping and even though we all had doubts about the spot, we wanted to dose right then and didn't really have a choice. We arrived and there were about 10 people in a vacant school yard drinking and smoking and whatnot. Some of them were our friends, but some of them we didn't know. It had just rained and it was extremely humid. Before I knew it I was experiencing the familiar come up. My muscles were tensing up, I couldn't manage to get comfortable unless I awkwardly paced around or laid down, and I was starting to get visuals. One of my friends that was tripping was starting to have extremely bad feelings about the spot and he became very paranoid that were going to get robbed or have to fight or something. I focused myself on rolling a blunt, we smoked some cannabis and really began to trip. At this point reality smacked me in the face harder than ever. I couldn't not feel myself and everything around me existing. There was no line between visuals and not visuals, everything formed itself into a lattice pattern that encompassed my thoughts which were the reality of what was going on around me. The awe I experienced from seeing everything for what it was started to make me feel nauseous and I believe this was due to my setting. There was a vibe due to the dampness and the people around me that I didn't know that made me think of everything in the most disgusting, vile way possible. At one point I just rested my head down because there was nothing else I felt I could do, and I didn't want to be watching these people. I remained this way and in my girlfriends embrace, smoking cigarettes pretty much until the come-down when I felt the greatest relief. Sometime before the comedown, I heard two of my friends talking in english and then in polish. I really thought I knew exactly what they were talking about and that it was exactly what I was thinking about. When I heard them talk in polish I thought they were examining the way different langauges make you feel when you hear them and how you can almost feel the root of the language, its origins, and the peoples culture. I thought they were just talking about how that related to the way everything makes you feel while tripping on acid. I kept adding input to their conversation, saying how exactly what they are talking about is just making me nauseous right now for some reason. The next day when I talked to one of the friends, I asked "do you remember what we were talking about yesterday?" and he replied that he was just telling my other friend to stop being paranoid and that we were totally safe and that neither of them knew what I was talking about. This really blew my mind and I'm still baffled by this, I really thought we were talking about existence, life, and all the things I was thinking about. A little bit after I came down my friend's fear became reality as we were robbed at gun point. I didn't get anything stolen and neither did my close friends but a few people that were there did. This part felt extremely surreal to me...before I knew it he was gone and I was just like left to think and think and think
