your acid stories

And I thought all the cars driving past at night were dragons coming at me. Rather interesting night I must say but I dont know if Id do it again.

once when i did acid - was at this party - was with this goth girl - ostensibly we went there because this bloke was selling incredibly strong acid. when we got there - it was liquid lsd - we both bought a vial each and did it at the party. it was classic - everyone thee thought - OH FUCK OH NO DON'T DO THE WHOLE VIAL. but we did it anyways cause we were bored teenagers.....

so, we both thought - let's go back to her place and trip out - going there, i envisioned the city turning into war-torn france, with sounds of explosions and a thirty foot statue of the virgin mary shooting laser beams from her hands - at that point, angie turns around and goes: doom-e i want your striped t-shirt. i think you stole it from kurt cobain and he wants it back. i give her my t-shirt. when we get there, her place, she has trouble with her keys, in getting in the door. i say: don't worry - the door is already opening and was pushing my hand out to open it ... (it was shut) ....

we got in and i saw dragons, dead babies, crawling flesh, demons coming out of my mouth and made vague plans to kill her after the goth girl screamed at me that i was the devil and lifted a knife up to me in the kitchen whilst we were making peanut butter sandwiches.

having a soundtrack of diamanda galas, skinny puppy, 808 state and yma sumac did not help, obviously.

Never perceived anything that wasn't there, but I reallized that what was left was just too absurd.

i can only think of one experience that continues to impress me, and it's probably not even that weird. we biked to the park and were tripping around there for a few hours, but when we headed home, we had to bike up this fairly big hill. for anyone familiar with seattle, this is riding up NE 95th st from sand point way to just past 35th Ave NE. i decided to put the bike into the toughest gear, and it was so easy to do it! i don't even think i could physically do this when sober. i guess my muscles were just detatched from my brain such that i had no awareness of the strain, i don't know.

one of the most fun times i ever had on mushrooms was playing super mario world for about 6 hours

That was the first time I dropped acid - three hits of liquid - about 10 hours in. The first 6 hours were pretty bad, but after that it just got really fun.

Every once in awhile, sitting around the fire later that night, someone would look into the sky and see it and mention it and we'd have this big reminiscing session like it was a fond "back-in-the-day" memory, and it became inexplicably funnier each time. Yowzah!

(*glowsticks have proven themselves indespensible tr1p-toys)

An awful time I've taken it was when I took some after leaving a club after drinking a lot of booze. It started quite fun, but when the peak ended, my friend doing it with me went to sleep, leaving me gradually getting more hungover from booze and the acid, with just my own thoughts for company, which weren't too pleasant and just seemed to steamroller. And another time taking it round a friends house, only for someone I'd never met before to turn up, and who found it hilarious to play mind tricks on me whilst in the peak of the trip.

I agree with Bryan, mushies are better (and free!) And in an almost planned excellence, the season coincides with fireworks night for cheesy visuals.

So, so true.

I always had this weird sensation on mushrooms, though. In my peripheral vision or wherever I wasn't focusing, I'd see this purplish-green substance - like moss - coming out of the corners and taking over carpet and walls. But when I looked at the substance, it started creeping back.

It never bothered me - the mindfuck was never very strong compared to acid - but if I had been paranoid, I bet it would send me into a real spiral. "THE MOSS IS TAKING OVER MAN!!!"

both drugs i've had a love/hate realationship with over the years and have gone for long periods without touching either due to, uh, not so fun experiences (but funny in hindsight) that i won't go on about.

I know schizophrenia is supposedly genetic, but there's a damn good case for it's being a biochemical imbalance and abnormal, crazy behavior being a symptom of the imbalance. In other words, a treatable medical condition.

Bogus, you say? Well, over 4,000 schizophrenic patients have been treated and many cured in the past 40 years thanks to Abram Hoffer's pioneering, which goes back to the early days of LSD and other psychedelic research.

I used to think acid wasn't particularly dangerous and that everyone should try it, but now I'm thinking it might possibly set up a biochemical imbalance. There's got to be a reason that so many people wind up "tripping for life" after dosing.

Biochemical imbalances are your body's reaction to stress. Doctors once thought that by cutting out a person's adrenal glands, schizophrenia could be cured. But, they did not realize at the time that every cell in your body is capable of producing adrenochrome and the amount necessary for your body to react negatively is likened to being able to taste a single grain of sugar in a swimming pool.

So, I have plenty of awesome trip stories I could share, but I don't know if it's proper to get people all curious about such a potentially dangerous drug.

That said, however....

Three guys and I tripped in college this one time. Why we were driving around in a car, I don't know, but it was my idea for the driver to stop at Dairy Queen. They, of course, did not want to enter that restaurant, but I was hungry for an orange blizzard of some sort. With bananas.

I got out of the car, and there was this cold drizzle (really.) The place is packed since it was a Dairy Queen on a Saturday night. It was still early for me, so I was still in that "What's it going to look like when the dude flips the blizzard upside down for me" mode and hadn't "crossed over" just yet. Not much happened inside the place except that the lights were blinding.

I go back outside, and my friends are not there. I look up and down the dark, wet parking lot and the car's gone. It was right around then that I think that I may have "crossed over".

I ran up onto this little hill where there was a picnic table. I sat there, shivering in the rain, eating my ice cream, trying to figure out how and where the hell home was. I remember just shaking the whole time, due to the cold and, I guess, the strichnyne. I felt completely alone and I knew that every car and person was looking at me. I was also next door to a shopping mall.

Finally, after what seemed forever but what was really probably more like five minutes, I saw my friends' car pull around through the drive-thru! They had gotten hungry for some ice cream, too, but had decided to stay in the car! I was overjoyed. I ran down the hill, blizzard in hand, and smacked into the passenger door which apparently scared the FUCKING HOLY SHIT out of my friends inside.

I got back into the warm car, and we all related our jittery stories to one another. As we drove back to the college, I noticed that our windshield and the brake lights of the car ahead of us appeared to be melting. I pointed this out to the driver, adding that it was probably just the rain. He looked at me and said, "They appear to be like that because of the rain, but they're melting because of the LSD."

Gah, my back hurts just talking about it. Here's some crazy soldiers tripped out on LSD to look at. Keep those birds fed, mates.

i've seen the news on a loop

I figured out that when my little sister was saying "WHOPTA-A-A-A-A-A" she was really saying "Up there"

i've seen a bag of cheeseballs disappear in fast motion to the sound of marimbas

i've been shocked by an electric banister

i've been John Phillips

I really totally related to the last scene in Blair Witch 2

I donned a Fantasia-style wizards cap and blanket-cape to go and meet my then-roommate's recovering drug addict boyfriend for the first time

and boy did i laugh

beyond spider is friendly.
objectivity downtrend crud airmass emissivity

Deserves wider exposure than just I Love Baseball.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vUhSYLRw14

(Also, I get to revive my own old-ass thread.)

watching an airplane turn into a tintin style rocket, and land behind some nearby trees. me thinking FUCK THE ALIENS ARE FINALLY HERE! good times.

I saw a tiny triceratops foraging around on my bedroom floor.

I was in the South of France with 4 or 5 Frenches i had barely met when i tried it for the first time. We dropped then went over to a unknowing friend's house for dinner - it started kicking in as the spaghetti was served and i tried to keep straight as my steel fork constantly goosenecked towards my face - the pasta was just a mess of electrical wires. Ordeal over we retired to our flat and watched a crappy bootleg of the then unreleased Spiderman film which i thought was shit because i could see all of the "wires" the "stuntmen" were wearing. In the early hours we went out to watch the indoor market set up and to have beer and coffee and look at all the fresh fish. Did it again the following night at a free party but didn't have half the experience.

I saw God at a Phish show. Not recommended to anyone.

^ True, you can see God anywhere. Avoid Phish shows. Thus spaketh.

That Dock Ellis thing is great. One time I literally became part of a building.Like the cement blocks and shit.

Vivid memory: sitting on a cold hardwood floor early in the morning, circa 1996, coming down, listening to this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mabBEY8KoEQ

It's burned on my brain forevermore. "Ugh. Alright. But why can't you just get physical like a human?"

http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i191/fluxion23/DOCK-ELLIS.gif

watching Ferris Bueller, whilst on mushies, was the tits

watching The Word, whilst on acid, not so.

Drove to pick up a friend from work in blinding rain, and at the bottom of a steep hill flash flooding had left water over two feet deep covering the road. In the dark (and in my impaired state) I didn't realize this until my car was stalled and water was seeping in. Ended up having to exit the car through the window, and spent the rest of the night wandering around watching sandbagging crews.

jesus

was on acid at parents house, alone with friend, and dad came home from work early because he was sick. i panicked but was shortly relieved when he said he was going straight to bed.
i panicked shortly after when we could hear him go into the toilet to be sick. i slowly made my way up the stairs to see if he was alright and was greeted by the sight of him flumped in the bath with broken glass everywhere (which he'd accidentally knocked over) and his false teeth scattered all over the sink.

after initial shock, i preceded to be the good son and went downstairs to find 'something' to put the broken glass into and decided on a bin bag. But then couldn't find the perforated seal on the roll of bags and so requested the assistance of my also high friend - only to discover i was trying to unroll the larger wheelie bin style bags.

To which we both fell on the floor in fits of laughter, for what seemed like hours.

i've seen a bag of cheeseballs disappear in fast motion to the sound of marimbas

http://gentlebear.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/bladerunnerne0.jpg

HA excellent

perfect

Aww rrrrrobyn

Great thread. Chap's Bee Gees thing had me in stitches. I've Been there!

For a while I had to drink DIET orange tango when I was tripping, it tasted like shooting stars

The thing I found strange about acid is that I realized people tended to regard me as a mellow reassuring person to trip with, and it's true that I usually enjoyed myself and was able to ride out the rough patches and calm other people down when they freaked out. And yet in my normal life, I am pretty highly strung and anxious.

Mostly we just tripped and walked miles across London during the dead of night. Sometimes there would be three or four of us all wearing Walkmans listening to our own mixtapes-when we were really peaking we'd all be listening to different music, in completely different worlds, barely communicating with each other. But we saw weird stuff too, collective hallucinations, guys walking down the street with their skulls split by axes, people fucking in abandoned offices, snail rape, mysterious yo-yo sellers that would keep appearing all over the city. Finally a nice comedown on hampstead heath, on long wet grass, watching the sky unzip and the sunrise spill out.

I've been told that i was a good person to trip with. And I'm about as anxious IRL as they come. Mostly what I'm anxious about is that real life is actually pretty awful most of the time, and I have a terrible time creating the necessary bullshit to wrap it in to make it day-to-day tolerable. People who are tripping do not need bullshit. In fact, they can smell it a mile away.

I'd love to think that's a virtue of mine, but I know it's not.

I would like to know more about snail rape.

http://www.ifanboy.com/files/images/mmcisaac/Junji%20Ito%20-%20Uzumaki.jpg

In the early hours of that same night we invented another concoction - a cocktail called The Spy Who Loved Me, which consisted of cheap super-strength cider and cream soda. At the time it tasted amazing, and we drank it while listening to Nobody Does it Better on repeat for about an hour.

― Communi-Bear Silo State (chap), Thursday, November 19, 2009 7:57 AM (9 months ago

This made me laugh extremely hard.

Green goblins and ogres on the bathroom floor of a Wendy's; snow spirals and ice streams whenever the wind blew; sunflowers smiling from a wall poster.

Also LOL at the taxi that was really an egg driven by Osama Bin Laden.

for the past couple of months i've been riding my bike around town pretty much every other day and at some point on each journey the bee gees and carly simon tales above pop into my mind making me laugh, every time without fail

one more time with feeling:

‎"We were tripping at my house, and one of my friends was craving a cup of tea. I brewed one up for him, then realised that there was no sugar or milk - so we decided a perfectly acceptable substitute would be a handful of cashew nuts and a fried egg. He drank the whole thing and declared it delicious.

In the early hours of that same night we invented another concoction - a cocktail called The Spy Who Loved Me, which consisted of cheap super-strength cider and cream soda. At the time it tasted amazing, and we drank it while listening to Nobody Does it Better on repeat for about an hour."

(genuinely can't imagine anything more awesome than listening to Nobody Does It Better 100 times off my face on acid.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqXkMpFPZnE

and:

"We were listening to the radio and this fucking brutal industrial beat came on, like the hardest most exciting thing I'd ever heard. I was desperate to know what it was, I'd never heard anything like it. Turns out it was You Win Again by the Bee Gees."

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1x8qy_bee-gees-you-win-again_music

not mine

http://storify.com/angelandaddict/brad-does-acid

I liked this thread by Perrin

If you get a chance to do acid with Muslims, do it. It's exciting, a little terrifying, but you learn something about yourself, which is always good.

— Dennis Perrin (@DennisThePerrin) August 8, 2018

it's not a thread

because he probably is so boomer'd up he doesn't know how to thread tweets

sorry, i assumed

A HS friend came back from MIT with pharma grade acid on his break, and suggested we try it while attending an opening weekend showing of Total Recall (1990). It came in dilute liquid form in a 100 ml sealed tube, which we split.

I recall a tasteless water, an uneventful drive in my car to the theater, but then immense confusion as to where I'd placed my ticket, having to go through every pocket. Once inside the theater lobby, I finally (after 3-4 low dose acid adventures) had the visuals every 60s tripalogue wrote about. Every pattern in the carpet glowed and pulsed with peripheral colors, something like what one sees looking through a diffraction grating in a kaleidoscope. In the theater, I recall very little of the film's narrative, but wasn't having a bad trip per se. It was just too noisy, too cacophonous for me, then. Sometime after three breasted mutants appeared, I decided I needed some fresh air. I'd lost contact with my friend (I think we had to find separate seats), and left through the lobby to the parking lot, and then an adjoining suburban street.

I found a lone tree there, indifferent to connecting with either street or sidewalk, which were pristine, but it connected with me. It was there, so lonely, it had lived most its life with only fumes for companions. There was no garden about, just insipid and closely mown grass. We connected. His was a old soul, compared to mine, he understood my state of anxiety, and calmed me. I leaned against him, and felt his atoms initially repelled and then attracted to the embrace. There was no verbal communication, no insight into his years as seedling or yard decoration. Just release, of pain mostly.

That's where my friend found me, presumably having searched theater and lobby. I would go on that night to harrass other human friends, who perhaps couldn't understand at 2 am that love could be so generous. But I believe that tree understood.

Shittiest part about being a responsible adult is lack of time. I've had a bag of mushrooms for months and haven't had a chance to be completely shut off from phone calls for enough time to trip and come down.

excellent tree story sanpaku

After some mushroom tea I fell in love with a palm tree in Bali. I told the people I was with and they laughed, "yes, we noticed." It was shallow, though, just based on looks.

excellent tree story sanpaku

― Οὖτις, Saturday, August 11, 2018 12:04 AM (fifteen minutes ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

do you think the tree experience was informed at all by Total Recall's spiritual undercurrent?

Would that this were a 77 thraed.

Took half a tab, listened to phish at a friends house, ate a mango

Walked the empty golf course with a friend, went home, listened to Aphex twin

i didnt get too far into the story but this quote is insanely ILX

A HS friend came back from MIT with pharma grade acid on his break, and suggested we try it while attending an opening weekend showing of Total Recall (1990)

excellent tree story sanpaku

― Οὖτις

― macropuente (map)

here is an actual contribution... dont know what qualifies an acid ‘story’ other than doing acid, but, did acid and my tripping pals and i encountered a peaceful deer in the woods in the arboretum of my college and all of us almost started crying because a benign and sweet animal was approaching us, coming within feet. then i left them all rolling around in piles of leaves because they were so gone? then while desperately trying to get home and out of the arboretum a picture perfect white blonde girl employee of the college (swedish liberal arts school so thats just sorta the ‘normie’ of the environment) was driving around some donors on a golf cart through the arboretum and i had to playact nice and it severly distracted and disturbed me. then i put on VU ‘what goes on’ and the triple layered guitar solo changed my life

lmao then i remember the friends who were rolling around in the woods eventually on their way home got accosted by a man who they later deemed ‘the orange man’ who was looking to see the famous c*rpse flower in our bio dept that had already bloomed and died so they had to explain. then the guy said ‘well that SUCKS’. also he was weirdly tan i guess hence the ‘orange man’ moniker. i already havesome social anxiety i cant imagine the nightmare of actually talking to an irate stranger on acid

eh that shit is pretty boring to read but it was fun to remember!

MOD EDIT: such a bad vibe post that I'm abusing my mod powers to remove it.

Full disclosure: Let's just say that many people used to come to me asking for LSD.

I've tripped quite a lot, but not since 2007 or so. I haven't had the desire.

I have a lot of stories, but my favorite times on acid came when we would drop right before doing two-hour long radio show.

I haven't done real acid in decades, but I 'microdosed' on a hike a couple years ago. I didn't really feel anything but overwhelming energy; hiked from Tennessee Valley in the Marin Headlands to Downtown San Francisco without stopping.

Nice. I think that doing it in the outdoors is always my favorite.

Dropped acid at 10pm and watched Goodfellas, then had to be home for a 1am curfew (lol) my parents imposed because they caught me with pot. Started really tripping and stayed up until about 7am reading Needful Things (lol). Turn off my light to crash and my parents knocked on the door to tell me I had to jump in the car and drive 3 hours to NYC to visit my grandmother for brunch. Had brunch with my grandmother then drove back with my parents and got home in the afternoon. Still not having slept yet, I went out and got high with friends and drank Bacardi Golden Reserve until 1am. 40 hours still my longest bender.

The recent research on psychedelics and depression/anxiety has made a few things click in hindsight about my most successful academic years. Eating mushrooms twice a month was self-care apparently.

I don't know about successful academically, but I definitely gobbled up books and music and got a lot of non-academic stuff done when I was dropping acid all the time.

My creative practice excelled— I still got a B- in my Latin American Economics class.

Several years ago I went on a pretty intense day hike with a friend to a place called Gothic Basin and brought recently acquired acid, which I had never done before. Once at the (amazing, beautiful) top I took a small amount, maybe 1/3 of a tab, figuring it would do something but I should make sure it was legit and I didn’t react badly to it. On the way down my friend got stung by a hornet; she’s allergic to bee stings and had not brought any medication or an epi-pen. She decided to just run 3-4 miles down this quite steep mountain trail in order to get to civilization before the reaction got too bad, and I followed. I was pretty terrified that I’d put a foot wrong while running and then we’d be truly screwed, but we managed to get back to the trailhead in one piece and I drove her car back successfully and all was well. My first time taking a full dose was much more chill and relatively uneventful.

A dear friend has a quite amazing story about taking a large dose of mushrooms with his friend while sledding, then his friend bonking into a tree and breaking his jaw, and then driving himself and tripping broken-jawed friend through the snow to the hospital while peaking.

Tripped for the first time in many years recently. I though I'd be up for it but wound up filled with dread and self-doubt. Cried for a long time. I think I am officially too old for that sort of nonsense.

Yeah, I had a couple mushroom experiences in the last year or two which were not filled with grace, illumination and merging with the cosmos; I just felt weird and decided that I'm not gonna be a part of the neo-psychedelic tribe. I'm glad for the experiences of my late teens & early twenties, but that was then, this is now.

That said - a buddy bought a vape pen filled with DMT and that was kinda rad because it only lasts a few minutes; a bit like nitrious oxide but with more visuals.

I've been pretty curious about that. I've never tried psychedelics and the dude who's been goading me into shrooms is pretty insistent I take a full dose, which I really don't wanna do out of the gate. DMT pen might be cool though

Had a drop and then went and played in the ocean, just wading in up to my calves, running away from waves, exploring sea caves etc.

I can't officially recommend that since the ocean is a dangerous place.

But it's the best thing you could possibly do.

excellent revive

Those three LSD trips I mentioned upthread were the only ones I've done so far. I still want to trip once or twice more in my lifetime.