A few months ago, I was skeptical about trying LSD. I only took two tabs my first time, but did not find it *profoundly life changing*. I had bad reactions to marijuana initially, before developing a mental tolerance. Last month on March 17th, I thought I was going to be drinking with my friends. My friend (I will refer to him as DR), DR, told me he had an LSD connections. A guy who had "blue cross tabs". They were supposedly very strong. 20 for one tab, we both had 70 bucks. We were originally going to pick up a lot of weed and drinks. I urged him to spend it on the tabs. I had no intentions on taking more than one tab that night, and I was thinking about inviting a friend with bud over. That never happened. 140 bucks were spent on 7 tabs of acid. We figured we would be covered for awhile, I wanted to trip more often but in smaller doses (I was afraid of tripping too hard).
This is where it hit me, he wanted to do all of the acid in one night.
My stomach felt as if it twisted upside down.
We both took a tab, and by the next hour we were starting to trip.
A few more hours in, we realized how strong these blue crosses were. I somehow managed to ask DR if he wanted more, his response: "You... take the rest if you want to man."
I was starting to have a very bad trip. I put on the revolver album by The Beatles, and managed to down the next five tabs.
An hour later, it hit me. I was FUCKED. I mean, FUCKED. But... I had the revolver album on loop. I wanted good music to calm me down if the trip was bad. Why did I take these? I don't know, I said "fuck it, I want a new world".
Throughout the trip, I did not realize that revolver was one album. I thought an album of eternity was playing and would never end. I sat in his gaming chair, staring at him look at me. He knew I was lost. I was convinced that I was born and raised in a pyramid, and kept telling DR "I'm a pharoh... right!?". He looked puzzled, but happy. I think his face was morphing.
An hour later, I began to peak. I saw many colored shapes arranged in patterns. They seemed to *be* my perceptions of reality, expressed in shapes and colors that I could feel, taste, smell, and hear. I would speak to them muttering words that made absolutely no sense. I kept saying "I got it... Yes!" Every time I believed I made a connection with the shapes.
I was not even close to peaking. Five hours into the trip (I don't recall much after the shapes), I remember just being hit for a second. I realized "I took a lot of LSD..." and my trip began to go bad. I thought DR was going to eat me, he looked hungry. I thought food was barbaric and disgusting, why would we eat? I thought of my insides and could almost touch them with my eyeballs. I was floating in a melting room full of things that would change every second. I'd try to focus on an object and it would shift faster than I could comprehend.
This went on for several hours, along with me thinking about more shapes, and seeing them express themselves as music. When I closed my eyes at one point, I saw a giant bubble figure floating in space, it seemed to sometimes change into an astronaut. It was looking into many TV sets that would show everything everyone in the world was doing. They were surrounded by mints and rocks, and I could hear a girl screaming. It kept reversing and repeating louder and louder. Then I opened my eyes, and saw in purple letters, "FLURF". I kept repeating the word over and over.
I do not remember what happened after that. I did remember getting a phone call from my mom the following day (I'm still in High school mind you, I had to be home). I somehow picked it up, and heard her voice. I didn't know who was talking to me, but somehow I muttered "I'll call you in a few hours", and hung up. She must have thought I was on something.
When I began coming down, I realized it was ten in the morning. I'd taken those tabs at 9 PM. I felt an afterglow for four days, and DR was asleep when I left. After these four days, I returned to normal. My life is the same, but the experience changed me in a way I can't really describe. My ego is totally dissolved, all of my anxieties were substantially improved. I can talk to people much easier knowing I will never return to... "FLURF". Those TV sets still linger in my mind to this day, and likely always will.
This is where it hit me, he wanted to do all of the acid in one night.
My stomach felt as if it twisted upside down.
We both took a tab, and by the next hour we were starting to trip.
A few more hours in, we realized how strong these blue crosses were. I somehow managed to ask DR if he wanted more, his response: "You... take the rest if you want to man."
I was starting to have a very bad trip. I put on the revolver album by The Beatles, and managed to down the next five tabs.
An hour later, it hit me. I was FUCKED. I mean, FUCKED. But... I had the revolver album on loop. I wanted good music to calm me down if the trip was bad. Why did I take these? I don't know, I said "fuck it, I want a new world".
Throughout the trip, I did not realize that revolver was one album. I thought an album of eternity was playing and would never end. I sat in his gaming chair, staring at him look at me. He knew I was lost. I was convinced that I was born and raised in a pyramid, and kept telling DR "I'm a pharoh... right!?". He looked puzzled, but happy. I think his face was morphing.
An hour later, I began to peak. I saw many colored shapes arranged in patterns. They seemed to *be* my perceptions of reality, expressed in shapes and colors that I could feel, taste, smell, and hear. I would speak to them muttering words that made absolutely no sense. I kept saying "I got it... Yes!" Every time I believed I made a connection with the shapes.
I was not even close to peaking. Five hours into the trip (I don't recall much after the shapes), I remember just being hit for a second. I realized "I took a lot of LSD..." and my trip began to go bad. I thought DR was going to eat me, he looked hungry. I thought food was barbaric and disgusting, why would we eat? I thought of my insides and could almost touch them with my eyeballs. I was floating in a melting room full of things that would change every second. I'd try to focus on an object and it would shift faster than I could comprehend.
This went on for several hours, along with me thinking about more shapes, and seeing them express themselves as music. When I closed my eyes at one point, I saw a giant bubble figure floating in space, it seemed to sometimes change into an astronaut. It was looking into many TV sets that would show everything everyone in the world was doing. They were surrounded by mints and rocks, and I could hear a girl screaming. It kept reversing and repeating louder and louder. Then I opened my eyes, and saw in purple letters, "FLURF". I kept repeating the word over and over.
I do not remember what happened after that. I did remember getting a phone call from my mom the following day (I'm still in High school mind you, I had to be home). I somehow picked it up, and heard her voice. I didn't know who was talking to me, but somehow I muttered "I'll call you in a few hours", and hung up. She must have thought I was on something.
When I began coming down, I realized it was ten in the morning. I'd taken those tabs at 9 PM. I felt an afterglow for four days, and DR was asleep when I left. After these four days, I returned to normal. My life is the same, but the experience changed me in a way I can't really describe. My ego is totally dissolved, all of my anxieties were substantially improved. I can talk to people much easier knowing I will never return to... "FLURF". Those TV sets still linger in my mind to this day, and likely always will.
