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My acid experience for others


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My acid experience for others

  1. 1. My Acid Trip! And as soon as it had begun, it was over. And by “it,” of course I mean the mostintense, life altering weekend of my life. ♓Disclaimer: I don not know what was going through my two friends, Nathan and Reed’sheads. All I know are the thoughts and experiences that went through my head, soplease forgive me if I seem to be putting thoughts and ideas into their heads.! It all started when two of my closest friends decided to have one last hurrahbefore our last summer together would come to an end. We all knew, of course, that theweekend would involve drugs, as we were three friends who smoked together often.The perfect way to end a summer. A drug binge. The only question that still needed tobe answered was, which drug? We had all smoked marijuana, we had all taken 4-acodmt, and we had all smoked DMT. Aside from that, the only other drug Nathan haddone that I hadn’t was ecstasy. Reed on the other hand, was well experienced withpsychoactives and hallucinogenic drugs. The idea of doing acid was tossed around inconversation a few times, but every time it did, it almost seemed like a joke. It wasusually only discussed sarcastically between Nathan and I because it was such anintense drug. After actually deciding that our drug of choice for the weekend actuallywould be acid, my view about the whole trip had changed dramatically. ♓! The night before, we had all done our own thing. I had gone to a friend’s housewhose parents were out of town, and Nathan and Reed had both done other things. I
  2. 2. had been thinking about the next morning all night, riddled with excitement and anxietyboth. All I could think was that the sooner I would fall asleep, the sooner I would wakeup. I was at somewhat of a party however, and falling asleep at 9:00 when everyoneelse was naked in the pool out back was just simply not an option. I conformed and gotsomewhat drunk, making sure to limit myself so as not to be hungover the next day atall. I wasn’t going to let anything go wrong about this trip. Nothing at all. After becomingsomewhat twisted, enough to have conversations that I would forget in the morning, Ihad fallen asleep. Fallen asleep in my sophomore english teachers house, if thatdoesn’t make you chuckle a little.! I was woken up by the smell of bacon. Surprising.. None of the friends I washanging out with seemed the type that would wake up early and make bacon. As Iwalked into the kitchen, the sight to be seen seemed to clear things up. Bacon wasbeing cooked in the microwave oven. That’s more like it. My friends were admittedlysome of the stupidest people I have ever met. After eating my fair share of poorlycooked bacon, I was off. I picked up Nathan on my way to my house and he helped meload up my truck with all of the essentials. One twelve person tent, one big tub filled withfood and food related items, two camp stoves that turned out to be a horrible idea,several camp chairs to sit around the fire in, and a cot along with a sleeping bag formyself. Reed and Nathan each brought their own sleeping gear, but most of the stuffwas already in the back of my truck. After Nathan and I had filled up the back of mytruck with everything, I got a phone call from one of our friends who had stayed with meat our english teachers house the night before. He, of course, needed a ride home. Afterlistening to him bitch and moan for a good five minutes, I finally complied and gave him
  3. 3. a ride to his house, which was conveniently located just around the corner from Reed’shouse. I called Reed and let him know that we would pick him up right after we droppedour other friend off. A half hour later, we were on the road. On the way to the middle ofno where, in Iowa.! I-90. A painstakingly boring road to drive. The scenery is dull, the road is bumpy,and the traffic is no where to be found. What was I expecting on a hot tuesday morningin early August? We had left around 11:00 a.m. and had planned on arriving at ourcampsite around 2:00 p.m. To keep the driving less monotonous, we toked on our waydown, while exchanging conversation that was relatively unimportant. What wasimportant was what would be happening in about three hours. At this moment in time,my stomach began to sink into my body, and I started to become very apprehensiveabout what we were about to do. I had all of these negative thoughts, and i was just ingeneral not comfortable with the idea of dropping acid. I didn’t know what it was,because I had not felt this way before when we had decided to do it. I remember Reedtalking to nathan about bad trips and what cause them, because we all wanted to try tohave the most amazing trip possible. Reed started to explain why a bad trip happened,and it all started to become too real. “A bad trip happens when you start to think that you’re this bad kid that does drugsall the time and you get a really guilty feeling that makes you regret everything you’veever done related to drugs. You just start to get really scared at what you’ve becomeand what’s happening to you, and you just freak out.” I started to get more and moreanxious about doing this. What was I getting myself into? This was basically the firsthallucinogen that I had ever done, aside from the 4-acodmt, and that had only had very
  4. 4. mild effects on my. I suddenly became very nervous. In my head, I thought that if thesefeelings persisted, I wouldn’t be able to take the drug. After all, I had all of the symptomsof a bad trip according to what Reed had said earlier, hadn’t I? And I hadn’t even takenthe drug yet.! The drive was long and uneventful. After making a short stop to see the viewfrom atop one of the cliffs in the area, we were back on the road toward our campsite.Nathan’s grandparents had owned some land out here, and this was the only reason wehad any reason to be in Iowa. They had been gracious enough to let us camp there, butwere oblivious to the amount of drugs we had taken with us. After going through severalelectric fences, where Reed had to get out and unhook them so I could drive my truckthrough, we made it to a small creek. Nothing my truck couldn’t handle. What my truckcouldn’t handle, was the small valley that the creek seemed to be in. This valley was theperfect size to just simply fuck my truck over. At the top of the valley on the other side ofthe creek, my truck had gotten stuck on the ground because the ground had flattenedout so quickly. None of my wheels were hitting the ground, and there was smokecoming from under my truck. I immediately jumped out and ran around frantically notknowing what to do. You have to keep in mind, that I was pretty high already, and wasbasically just fucking up pretty bad. It didn’t take much and we were back on all fourwheels, driving through the grass on our way to the campsite. Even though we got outof that situation safely, the image of my truck getting stuck never left my mind. ♓
  5. 5. ! It was somewhat hard to drive, with Nathan pointing from the backseat right infront of my face where we should go. Pulling up to the campsite though was verysatisfying. After a few hour car ride, being the driver especially, I was sick of sitting downand wanted to get up and start doing things. We had all been in agreement that weshould at least set up the tent and get the fire going before we took the acid. The tentwas a genuine bitch to set up, but was worth it in the end of all of the confusion. Threepeople spending the night in a tent that had space to accommodate twelve people. Itwas the equivalent of a hotel giving the room that you had booked to someone else, andthen they apologize for the inconvenience and upgrade you to a suite. After the tent wasset up, Reed hung his tye dye tapestry up on the awning so that we could look at it laterif we were interested. We quickly started a fire, and set up the rest of camp, celebratingby passing a bong around the fire. While this was happening, in my head I couldn’t stopthinking that passing a bong around a fire was one of the funniest things I had everdone, and I checked it off of my mental list of “stoner things to do.” After all three of uswere sufficiently high, we realized what had to be done next. I can still remember it likeit was yesterday.. It was 3:00 p.m. Reed took out the acid and distributed it between thethree of us. After receiving the simple instructions that were “put it on your tongue forabout two minutes then swallow the rest of the paper so you don’t waste it,” from Reed,Nathan and I did as he instructed. Within seconds, we had all had blotter sheetscontaining Lysergic Acid Diethylamide on our tongues and soon to be in our systems. ♓
  6. 6. ! We were all sitting around the fire. Waiting. The next thing I knew, I looked at mywatch and saw that it was 3:20. For some reason, i had a crazy obsession with havingto know what time it was at any given moment. Nathan had kept trying to convince meto throw my watch in my bag with no success. I needed to know what time it was, andthis was in some ways my “safe zone.” Next I found myself standing up when Reed andNathan were both sitting down, and I didn’t understand why because I wanted to bestanding so bad. After a few minutes, Reed told us that he needed to show ussomething so we all three walked over to the tent. We were standing under the awningthat was attached to the tent, and on one side Reed had hung up his tye dye tapestrybut he didn’t say why. I just assumed it was to look at if we got really bored. “Don’t think, just follow me and go with it,” were the words that had come out ofReed’s mouth.. Right before he disappeared. He walked into the tye dye, and I watchedas he fell straight into the swirl of color. Nathan and I were standing with our jaws as faras they could be opened. What had just happened? So many different things weregoing through my head at the time, as the acid had slowly started to take it’s effect onmy mind and body. It’s hard to explain the feeling that I had at this point: I wasn’t exactlyto the point of tripping like I had expected, but I knew i wasn’t sober - that’s for sure. Ilooked to where I thought Nathan was standing, only to find that he had disappeared aswell. I started to freak out and immediately all that was going through my head were thewords that Reed had said, right before he was gone. Don’t think, just follow me. Go withit. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I had no idea where he or Nathan hadgone, so how was I supposed to follow them? I began to have the most intense audiohallucinations, like i’ve never experienced before. The voices I heard were talking to me
  7. 7. and telling me to walk forward. I wanted to believe that they were Reed and Nathan’svoices, but they weren’t. The voices I could here were deep and threatening, what Iwould imagine Satan’s voice to be like if he existed. Don’t think. I couldn’t get it out ofmy head. I was at a complete loss, and didn’t know what to do. In my head it only madesense to think that Reed and Nathan had crossed into a parallel universe, and I couldn’tseem to get on that level. I became very frustrated and started to run forward to look forthem. I couldn’t control the direction that my feet were taking me, however, and I wasrunning straight into the tye dye. I was lost, and the feeling I experienced walkingthrough the tapestry was indescribable. The deep voices that once scared me hadturned into friendly greetings from Nathan and Reed, who were just on the other side ofthe tapestry. I still don’t fully understand this part of my trip, and don’t typically enjoythinking about this part. It was just flat out scary. After being reassured that I was okayand it was only the acid, I seemed to have forgotten the amount of drugs that were inmy system, I began to feel better. Welcome to my acid trip - the most influential andamazing experience I have ever had.! I suddenly figured out the drug. I think. We were all three walking around,occasionally running, occasionally stopping to look extremely intently at something thatwas on the ground. Reed took his shirt off and it seemed like a good thing to do, andbefore I knew it, nobody had a shirt on. Or shoes. I think (I was never really 100%certain that I had my shoes off, but I really think I took them off). Walking around ourcampsite like mindless zombies, my ability to perceive the reality that I lived in wasbeing pushed to the limit. Things were constantly changing around me, and I wasbeginning to have open eye visuals. My thoughts also began to become unreal. I
  8. 8. remember thinking, as I was walking in only my shorts, that I was having the craziestrealization. Realization: Every drug has a different effect on you. I knew this was true beforehand, but I had never been able to legitimately realize this. Describing the feeling ofbeing “high” to someone is definitely one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Tome at this point, my goal was to figure out what this drug was doing to me and what Iwas supposed to do with my new found high. As i continued to walk around more andmore, I thought I was getting a grip on things. I could sometimes understand what washappening to things and what they were supposed to look like, but my reality was stillbending without me being able to make it the way that I wanted. This is when I felt like Ineeded to figure out what I was supposed to do on this drug the most. I began to trippretty hard also. I would be walking in some nice, soft, green grass, and all of thesudden my feet would begin to hurt. The grass would turn into sharp sticks and leavesand branches with thorns that gave me what seemed to be real pain on the soles of myfeet. I asked Reed about it and he told me to go with it. Go with it. There were thosewords again. I still had no idea what I had to do and I was becoming frustrated withmyself again just like with the tye dye. My trip, again, started to turn negative and Iwould only think about things that I couldn’t do. Like figure this drug out. I simplycouldn’t do it. This was easily one of the most frustrating moments in my life. Until ithappened. I thought I had finally figured the drug out. As I was walking through thesticks and thorns, I told myself that they simply didn’t hurt me. I went with it. My tripimmediately turned around 180 degrees, and it was good again. I was walking throughthe softest patch of green grass, and danced around in it for what seemed to be a
  9. 9. relatively long time with Reed and Nathan. I knew I had figured it out at this point: Nomatter what happened or what you did, whether you liked what was happening or not,you just had to go with it. If you didn’t go with it, mother nature would become veryupset with you and change everything it could possibly change to make sure that youhad a bad trip. You just have to believe that everything is happening to your benefit, andthat nothing is going to hurt you or make you unhappy. Anything and everything isconnected, and once I had gotten to the point where everything was making me happy,it was impossible to start having a bad trip again.! *this was a point in time that I don’t exactly remember what happened for thenext hour and a half. The next thing that I remember was sitting down around the fireagain.! Lit cigarette in hand, i asked Nathan “What just happened?” “We’re back, at least for now. I feel sober.” “I feel like i’m just taking a break from it all. I understand the drug I think...” Ihesitantly replied. “I know, we all do now. It should be more fun now!” Nathan spouted back quickly.! Reed had told us that we would peak later that night, maybe around 9:00 or10:00. Nathan and I thought that since we had a relative handle on the drugs effects, wewould go for a walk up the cliffside next to our campsite. I don’t know why we thoughtthis was a good idea, but we did it anyways. The cigarette seemed to bring me back toreality for several minutes, and I made sure to make a mental note of that. That seemedto make all of our trips interconnected. Everything that I would experience, Nathan andReed seemed to experience as well. This was amazing, because it was as if we were all
  10. 10. thinking the same thoughts, and everything we did was somehow linked together. Ididn’t need to explain any of my thoughts in conversation to either of my friends, andalmost felt the ability to “tele-communicate” with both of them. The only thing was that Ijust couldn’t do it with both of them at the same time, which was somewhat frustrating.Frustration again. Does it really ever end? It was almost as if I couldn’t be high with allthree of my friends together... I was only able to really connect with one person at atime, and when that happened, it was hard to think about my friend that was being leftout of these amazing experiences. I felt very bad; almost shameful that they weren’tbeing included. I don’t remember walking up the incredibly steep hill at all, and the nextthing I remember was sitting with Nathan on somewhat of a plateau that overlooked ourcampsite. My mind seemed to occasionally temporarily blank, and I wouldn’t remembercertain small things that I would do at all. This scared me for a few moments, but Ibegan to think about just going with it again. I shook my head and took in the view thatwas in front of my eyes. We were camping in a valley, and there was a hill on the otherside that was near as I could tell a mirror image of the hill we were on. There weren’tenough differences to make my mind think they were different, and I actually thoughtthere was a huge mirror at the base of the valley. I looked and could make out what Ithought to to be two guys sitting on the hill across the valley, with a large tent and a fireset up. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, and the hallucination was quickly gone. My lifestarted to become extremely relative, as I began to think of my life in terms of theEarth’s life itself. When I thought about it, all I could think about was that there weremost likely other people somewhere on Earth who were also tripping hardcore on thisfabulous drug. And as I felt connected to Nathan and Reed at times, I suddenly felt my
  11. 11. mind was connected to these strangers, and their minds connected to mine. This wasone of the strangest feelings I experienced on this trip.! I asked Nathan how we were supposed to get down this hill because I wasbeginning to get a little sick from the height we were sitting at. It wasn’t all that high, butthe distance between myself and the ground seemed to increase every time I hadlooked at the ground. I wasn’t going to be able to simply walk down the hill, as I wasexperiencing a crazy wave of vertigo. Nathan, I could tell (mostly because of his“drunken” actions of not being able to stand up without holding on to something, but alittle because I felt our minds to be connected and that we were thinking the samethings at the same time - our minds were one), was right there with me. After a fewminutes of discussion, we had decided to slide down the hill on our feet as close to theground as we could the same way we had come up. While terrifying at first, I felt verygood about halfway down the hill. It was actually beginning to become enjoyable, slidingdown the hill on my feet as I dodged the trees that blocked my way. Judging by thescreams of laughter coming from behind me, Nathan seemed to be having a good timeas well. Our distance between each other had grown, however, and I was unable tohave the mental connection with him that we shared at the top of the hill. Geologicaldistance seemed to play factor in our abilities to have our minds connected. Wemanaged to make it all the way to the fire, where Reed had been sitting the whole time(but for some reason he had switched the positions of the chairs from being Nathan,himself, then me, to Nathan, me, then himself) smoking a bowl out of my bong.! Reed asked me to pack a bowl, and after I had agreed I let him know that I didn’thave a huge amount of weed with me. I had a little more that a half eighth, and that
  12. 12. would for sure be gone by the night’s end. Reed’s reaction to me telling him that I didn’thave much weed with me was surprisingly upsetting. I could feel his emotions as hewas disappointed with me, and I suddenly felt extremely unprepared for the night. Iapologized to Reed for not bringing more with me, and that I had to spend most of mymoney on gas for my stupid truck, but he still seemed rather unhappy with the amountof weed I had brought compared to his stash he brought with. I was legitimately sad,until he said it was okay and reassured me to just have a good time. I wouldn’t be ableto handle this drug without the help of marijuana. The THC seemed to keep me thinkingstraight, and I was able to remember that I was only on acid when things turned crazy.Without the weed, I would’ve for sure questioned reality, and thought that I was sober. Ican’t exactly explain this feeling either, but the closest description that I can give is this.Without the weed telling me that the crazy things that were happening were all the resultof consuming acid, I would think that those crazy things that were happening weren’tcrazy at all, and that the acid was making me sober from a life of being high all the time.Because of this effect the drug had on me, I had to smoke more throughout the night orI started to ramble on about this and it didn’t really make any sense to Reed or Nathanat the time. So I sat down, shut up, and ripped my bong as hard as I could.! Because Reed had changed the positioning of the chairs, I was experiencing thefire on a whole different level. The next half hour or so made me realize how muchbetter it was to be in the middle of everything that was happening rather that on theside. I was in between Nathan and Reed, with the fire directly in front of me, and it wasmuch more enjoyable that when I had been on the outside. Conversation just seemed tobe easier to have, and I preferred this setup much more. Then I realized that this was
  13. 13. even true when I wasn’t high. It is always more enjoyable to be, locationally, in themiddle of the conversation that is going on. You feel much more of a part of theconversation, and really get more out of the situation in my opinion. After coming to allof these realizations, I came to the conclusion that Reed had experienced this samething at some point when he had done acid or another drug before this day, and hadswitched the positioning of the chairs on purpose. So that I would be able to experiencethis amazing feeling. I told myself that the next time we got up, I would change the chairpositioning once again, so that Nathan’s chair would be in the middle.! We were sitting around the fire, when it suddenly became boring for me. We hadalready been sitting around the fire for maybe and hour and a half, and I didn’t want tospend my whole acid high just sitting in front of a campfire. I wanted a change inatmosphere, and at the same time I was thinking this, someone gave the suggestionthat we move this party into the tent. Everyone was in agreement that this would be awonderful idea, and that made me wonder if we were all getting to the point where wecould all three have a sense of what i’m going to call, “an acid trip interconnectedness”. ♓! The tent seemed to have the effect of being bigger on the inside than it lookedlike on the outside, which was a very strange feeling. My reality was becoming harderand harder to control. The effects of the cigarette were wearing off, and the open eyedvisuals were coming back. Hard. I was seeing things move that shouldn’t be moving,and they all seemed to be moving in a way that made the hallucinations centered
  14. 14. around my cot that I had brought to sleep on. I struggled to walk, feeling veryunbalanced and dizzy as my world began to turn upside down. I fell onto my cot, and letmy head hang over the end of the massive bed. Nathan was directly in front of me, andReed to my left. I was a foot or two higher than Reed and Nathan, because of my cot,which was a strange sensation. Reed was aimlessly digging through his bag, seemingto be somewhat frustrated. There’s that word again. Frustration. He was looking forsomething. Nathan and I looked at each other in confusion as Reed continued to digthrough his things. After a few moments, he excitedly pulled out what looked like aspeaker of some sort. Next came an ipod from his pocket, confirming my assumptionthat he had just pulled out speakers. Music. I couldn’t even imagine the feeling oflistening to music right now... I knew it would relax me and take my open eyehallucinations to a completely different level. Music had taken a huge role in my life, andwas very important to me. I could still remember the first song that I ever heard when Iwas high, Look At Me Now by Chris Brown. Thinking about this made me extremelyreminiscent of the first time that I had ever smoked weed, and I zoned out for the nextfew minutes playing it out in my head.! It was a monday, and it was a couple hours before the last band concert that Iwould ever play at in high school. I would be so high. I was in Nathan’s minivan, withNathan in the driver’s seat, Hunter riding shotgun, and Tarek sitting in the captain seatbeside me. We were smoking out of Cliquo, Nathan’s mini-bong, and the smell of freshlyburnt weed had filled the air I was breathing. It was all new to me. Everyone around megot high, and they got high fast. I, on the other hand, didn’t really feel anything. Yet. Wewere driving around, and I remember that I was complaining about not being high, and
  15. 15. that smoking weed wasn’t as amazing as they had all claimed for it to be. Nathan wasdriving, and explaining that he was so high that he was seeing everything as if hisminivan was traveling at hyper-speed, and all of the stars were turning into white linesthat were zooming by him at an incredibly fast rate. That’s the sort of experience that Iwas longing to have. I was skeptical that I was even going to start feeling different at all.After more complaints had come out of my mouth, Hunter finally started to list off the telltale signals of being high, all of which I could associate with. Uncontrollable giggling,minor coughing, red eyes that were “chink as shit,” and being hungry for everything theworld had to offer. Immediately after he listed them off, I began to feel every singlesymptom that he stated to be true for myself (I was still somewhat skeptical, however,and thought some of the symptoms to be the result of placebo. I thought that simplyhaving Hunter say these things had made me believe I was truly feeling them). The nextthing I knew, we were parked and everyone seemed to know what what happening next,judging by the fact that they were all reclining their seats at the same time. I did thesame, not knowing what to expect. Music came on the speakers of Nathan’s minivan,but I didn’t know what song it was. Today, I know that it was Look At Me Now, and amglad that this could be my first high song. The part that really grabbed my attention wasBusta Rhyme’s rap that seemed to go faster than I had heard any other human beingspeak. After the song was over, I suddenly had a new appreciation for rap, and madethe decision to look into more music later. For now, we needed something to eat (Keepin mind, because I was thinking about music and remembered the first song I hadlistened to while I was high, my first experience being high began to run on playback inmy head, and nothing else around me existed. It was as if I was literally reliving that
  16. 16. moment, traveling back in time and everything). Since it was my first time being high, Iwas given the privilege of choosing where we would eat. The words that came out of mymouth next surprised me, not thinking that I would choose McDonald’s. But high meknew what I wanted, and I was craving it more than any other food I could possibly thinkof. We pulled into McDonald’s, and all I remember is eating my food in Nathan’sminivan, I don’t remember ordering it at all. I do remember what I ordered though: fourcheeseburgers. That’s all. That’s all I wanted. Needed. I took one cheeseburger, anddecided that it wasn’t enough. So I stacked one on top of the other so that I could eattwo at once. It was two inches away from my mouth, getting closer, and I snapped out ofit. I was back on my cot, in my tent, with Nathan and Reed. It slowly started to comeback to me, that I was on acid and not getting high for the first time.! I suddenly snapped back into reality, thinking to myself that I had never beenable to imagine a past event with such clarity and vividness. I tried to remember whatwas happening before I had become lost in my first smoking experience, andremembered that Reed was going to take his ipod out and play music for the three ofus. I was confused, however, when I looked around and saw that this was not the case.Reed did take out speakers, but he had ear buds in and was listening to his ipod.Nathan had gotten his own ipod out and was listening to some Mac Miller and WizKhalifa, artists that made me think back to times that I smoked with Nathan, Hunter, andJacob all summer. The overall feeling I had was amazing, and I was tripping hard ateverything that I looked at. I remember specifically looking at the floor of the tent, wherethere were tiny little white dots that were dancing around. The dots that seemed to betwo dimensional up against the bottom of the tent, soon began to grow up and out of
  17. 17. where the dots were. It was almost as if I was watching plants grow from seeds, onlythe plants were growing at hyper speed. The hallucinations seemed to come and gowith the music, growing with intensity as each song would come to it’s climax. I wasfilled with an incommunicable feeling of euphoria each time the climax of each songwould arise.! The last song we were listening to had slowly grown quiet, and Nathan waslooking for a new song to play. I got Reed’s attention and asked him why he was just inhis own world listening to his own music. I felt somewhat hurt by him listening to musicwith headphones in, and had lost the interconnectedness I had with him for a fewmoments. I remember thinking that we should all be experiencing the same things andthe same stimuli, making our trips more aligned and together. After I had explained thisto him, he told me he was listening to a band called “Wookiefoot,” and that he didn’tknow if Nathan and I would have been able to listen to it. He said that it was just a lot tohandle, especially considering the state of mind we were in. Nathan and I being thecurious people that we are, told Reed that his concern was appreciated, butunnecessary. I spoke to Reed about the band for a few minutes before I really started tolisten to the sounds and lyrics. I remember Reed mentioning that the way their albumswere set up, was in a way that told a story. To me at first, the way the rhyming and toneof voice was made, it sounded like something that Dr. Seuss had conjured up. For thenext half hour, we all three lay in my tent listening to Wookiefoot, and I had discoveredmy new favorite musical artist. I don’t know why, but it seemed as though I would listento a song, and after the song was over I wouldn’t be able to pay attention to the nextone. Instead, I would think in my head about the meanings of the song that I had just
  18. 18. heard. This was a strange sensation that I had never been able to successfully dobefore this moment. Before this, I could never really understand the meaning of songsand couldn’t ever really feel the feelings a song wanted me to feel. Comprehending theunderlying message a song is trying to convey is apparently very easy to do while onacid. Reed was in his sleeping bag, gone with no intention of coming back anytimesoon, and Nathan was staring up the the ceiling of the tent doing the same thing as Ihad been doing with the floor. I was in and out of listening to these stories turned intosongs, then we turned the music off for a few minutes and talked.! We were talking about the songs that each of us tripped the most to, andstrangely, that song was different for each of us. This confused me, because I wouldhave assumed that with how connected I had felt to both of my friends while we werelistening to music, and how connected I had felt to both of them as my trip hadprogressed, we would also trip harder to the same songs as each other. This reallybrought a personal connection to the drug for me, and I was almost able to express myopinions to random things I was thinking, as an individual (this had very little relevanceto anything that was going on around me, and my mind at this point was on auto-pilotheading straight for a mountain). We soon decided that the tent was a safe zone, andthat If we were ever at any point feeling uncomfortable, we should go into the tent. Itwould solve all of our problems. With that, we got up, put our shoes on, and walked outto the fire.! It was roughly approaching 6:00 p.m. and we were beginning to get hungry. Wehad also realized that our fire had been blazing with a hot intensity while we were in ourtent. I don’t know why, but for some reason it seemed to catch us all by surprise, as if
  19. 19. we thought that the fire would stop what it was doing and wait to start up again until wereturned to it. We decided that we needed to go gather more fire wood after we fed thefire the rest of the wood we had piled up next to it. This was mostly because none of ushad wanted us to run out of wood to keep the fire going when it had gotten dark out. Wewould’ve become terrified. We all went in a direction that we believed to contain goodwood for our fire, and we all grabbed a log. Where we walked to was a relatively longdistance away, considering we could’ve simply gotten wood by the base of the hill thatwas about twenty feet away. But instead we walked further away, to gather wood webelieved to be better than the rest. To me at least, the thing that happened next wasunexplainable. What would happen was I would grab a log that was relatively large insize, to the point where I would have a little bit of difficulty carrying it back. This is whereeverything started to get weird and confusing. First of all, I seemed to be movingconsiderably slower that Nathan and Reed. They were walking back and forth from thefire, and then to the wood. They were next to each other having conversation the wholetime. I imagine they were having a moment in which their trips were connected, andwere experiencing the same things because of their acid trip interconnectedness. Ontop of moving slower, the amount of wood I would carry to the fire, regardless of how fullmy arms were, would get smaller and smaller as I would get closer to the fire. I wouldstart out with an armful of logs that must have weighed a total of fifty pounds, but when Iwould reach the fire, I would have a twig in my hand. Not questioning it too muchbecause i simply wanted to go with it, I went and got more wood. More wood that againturned out to be only a twig when I approached the fire. I didn’t understand it, and Istopped trying to after several trips from going where the wood was to the fire. I was
  20. 20. bending over to get my last armful of wood, when I noticed that Reed and Nathanweren’t in my field of vision. I began to panic, as it was becoming more and more darkout, so I ran back to the fire. Fast. I wasn’t moving slow anymore, and I could feel thewind against my face. The fire was in sight. I approached the fire, and saw that Reedand Nathan were sitting in their chairs staring at me. I was extremely relieved, but stillfelt more tense and fidgety than ever. Reed held up a lighter to my mouth and lit thecigarette that was hanging from my lips. “Where did that come from,” I rememberthinking as Reed flicked his lighter close to my face, and held the flame to the end of thecigarette. I took a puff, and the sky turned bright again. Reality was coming back.Another puff made all of the wood I brought to the fire grow to its actual size, andanother puff yet made me realize that we had been collecting fire wood for over an hour.At least, I had been. Nathan and Reed had stopped after about fifteen minutes, whenwe had enough fire wood for the rest of the night. When I asked them what hadhappened, they both claimed they tried to tell me to sit down and that we had enoughfire wood. I was, for some reason, completely ignoring them both. They said that I wasin a sort of trance like state, and couldn’t hear either of them talking to me. I continuedto gather wood for almost an hour after they had stopped, and they said I was talking tomyself a lot while I was doing it. I don’t remember talking to anybody while I did that,and it certainly did not feel like an hour. The last hour of my life had felt like it had goneby in ten or fifteen minutes. Memory recollection had become a huge issue now that ithought about it. There were many moments in which i just couldn’t remember what hadhappened for the last fifteen minutes. The cigarette had brought me back to a completeand sober reality, but only for a moment. My perception of reality began to grow
  21. 21. extremely messed up at this point, and I could feel the effects of the drug continuing togrow stronger. Nathan had said something to me, and i’m not sure if this is exactly whathe said to me word for word, but it made me think of this: Outside of the tent, reality wasable to change into something that was never experienced by any of us before. Thingschanged without us trying to change them, time didn’t work the way it was supposed to,and if you tried to make sense of something, as soon as you would get close tounderstanding it, you would realize that it wasn’t what you thought it was - it wouldchange into something that made you question the reality you lived in. Nothing madeany sense at all. Inside the tent, however, was a completely different story. You felt safe,like nothing was going to go wrong. You knew what everything was, but thehallucinations were present. They were powerful and would completely consume you ifyou let yourself go. But they were safe. I never once felt frustrated in the tent. Inside thetent was fun - what i imagined any hallucinogen to be like. Open eye visuals everywhich way you would look without trying, that would turn ordinary things intoextraordinary hallucinations.! We were hungry. Luckily, we had planned ahead and brought two small campstoves with to make dinner. My mom had made beef stroganoff sauce before we hadleft, so all we would need to do is heat the sauce up and cook some noodles. Easyenough, right? Nope. Not when you’re on acid. ♓! I knew how to use the stoves. I had lit them and cooked with them countlesstimes before today. I did everything right. I knew I did. I made sure the gas pressure was
  22. 22. correct and that the gas was coming out just enough so that you could light it safely. Orso I thought. I began to think about when I was getting firewood, and how my actualperception was far from what was actually happening. I was getting too sidetracked. Isnapped out of my off-topic thoughts, and saw a flame by my hands. The stove was onfire, and i didn’t know what to do. If these types of stoves caught fire, they werepractically ticking time bombs. If any flame had reached the can of propane that wasfueling the stove, there was no telling how big the explosion could be. Would be. All Iknew is that it would be big. I remembered the firewood again, and decided that thisreality wasn’t what was actually happening. My mind just couldn’t control anything, and iwas hallucinating again. As I was thinking this, I jokingly yelled to Nathan, “Look at howwell I can cook,” and Nathan got up from his chair faster than i have ever seen himmove. “Is that supposed to be on fire like that?” Nathan said, with the most worried tone Ihave ever heard. “What do you mean? isn’t there just a small flame?” I replied in confusion. Nathan replied with a simple, “No. The stove is on fire.”! I realized the reality that I had believed to be untrue was, in actuality, my truereality. Of course the one time I actually go with it. I immediately threw the stove awayfrom everything, scared that it would actually explode and put us all in an extremelydangerous situation. Nathan watched what I had done in utter disbelief. Screaming atme asking why the hell i would’ve ever done such a thing, and if I was retarded, he ranat the stove and grabbed it. Suddenly I was sober. We all were. There was dangerafoot, and our brain’s natural instincts were able to suppress the drugs’ effects long
  23. 23. enough for us to watch Nathan grab the stove and turn it off before anything happened.I was too scared to operate either of the stoves after this, and we were forced to cookour food over the fire. Much easier and far less explosive. Within twenty minutes, wewere eating a home cooked meal as the sun set and night began to enter it’s way intoour lives. I’m still not able to operate any kind of a camp stove to this day.! We took another break from outside. It was getting to be too much. Outside waswhere everything that happened somehow made you question what reality really was,and we went into the tent for almost an hour. I had begun to look forward to the time wewould spend in the tent. It was sheltered, and I could safely lose myself without worryingabout anything bad happening to me, like the possibility of an exploding propane can.We went outside around 8:00, and gathered around the fire once again. We packed afew more bowls, and passed the bong around again. And again. We passed it arounduntil we could physically not smoke anymore because we were coughing so much.Reed at this point was telling us that we were going to smoke a strain of marijuana withthe name Northern Lights when we our acid trip would peak. Apparently, legend has itthat if the conditions are right, and everything is in your favor, you can legitimately seethe northern lights when you smoke this weed.! It was approaching 9:00 and I could tell the acid was talking over my body. At thispoint, I couldn’t really remember much. For some reason I remember that Reedconvinced Nathan and I that we were in a space ship, and that we were about to takeoff (This could’ve happened at any time throughout the night. I know it happened, but Idon’t remember when exactly it happened. It seemed to fit in this spot in the story, so Iput it in here). I remember hearing a countdown from five, and as I heard the number
  24. 24. zero come out of Reed’s mouth, we began to take off. We were actually flying, and wewere getting closer and closer to the stars. If I looked at the stars, the feeling of movingwas much more real and intense. If I looked at the ground, however, it was hard tobelieve we were actually flying around because we weren’t moving. I quickly moved mygaze from the ground to the stars, and I was in space again. Soon after this, I jokinglypretended to throw a ball of energy at Reed. He gave me a very intense stare, and Icould tell this was about to get serious. I sent another ball of energy at him, but he hadtime enough to block it. It quickly became a battle of who had the strongest innerenergy, as our energies were combating in between us. At times, Reed’s energy wouldbe less powerful than mine, but it didn’t take long before the exact opposite washappening. After an intense make belief energy battle, be both agreed to a truce. I waswiped out. Doing that had somehow sucked every last bit of energy out of my body, andI needed a break from everything. I remember specifically taking one rip with my bong,and having an out of body experience. This was exactly what I didn’t need at the time,but I wanted it nonetheless. As I inhaled, I flew up and behind my body, and continuedto inhale. After my lungs had expanded to their full capacity and I couldn’t inhaleanymore, I stayed where I was. Looking down at my physical body, I floated. I was nolonger being bound by the physicality of my body, and I felt one with everything that wasaround me. If I looked in the sky, i could see the most glorious, picturesque glimpse ofthe northern lights. I could see them. I could really see them. It wasn’t a hallucinationeither. I could really see them. I’m still not sure if it was the weed, or if it was the out ofbody experience. But I saw them. Still floating above my body, I slowly let the smokepour out of my mouth but continued looking at the lights in the sky. It was the most
  25. 25. euphoric I have ever felt in my life, and I really believe that this moment helped formwho I have become today and the views I have on life. I’m not sure if I was supposed tohave this happen or not, but it happened, and this out of body experience wasextremely life altering. After a few minutes of quiet meditation, I began to fall back intomy physical body, and reality began to take over again. I was sitting by the fire withNathan and Reed, plateauing on a drug so intense it had the power to bend reality.! *The next hour or so was really fuzzy. I kept having these out of bodyexperiences, and it got to the point where it was almost too much to handle. The lastthing I remember is looking at the stars, thinking out loud that, “somewhere out there, insome parallel universe, there are three guys doing the exact same thing we are doing.Tripping balls on a camping trip, and they are realizing that there are three guys trippingballs doing the same thing that they are doing, in some parallel universe. But thatparallel universe is actually our universe, and those three guys tripping balls are inactuality, us.” I remember saying this out loud with no response from neither Reed norNathan, thinking to myself that they are just trying to take that all in. After that, Iremember going into the tent, listening to more music, and hearing several coyote howloutside. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to sunlight fighting it’s way into the tent. ♓! Nathan was sitting at the fire, and Reed was picking up some trash around wherewe were sitting. What had happened the night before? (To be honest, I still don’t reallyknow for sure). This trip had left me with so many questions, and for a long period of
  26. 26. time, i just stayed in my cot trying to wrap my head around everything that hadhappened. I was interrupted by Reed, who poked his head in the tent and simply toldme not to even try. I wouldn’t be able to figure it out. This was one of the most frustratingfeelings in the world, because the night before, I felt like I had such a good handle onwhat was happening to me. I understood it so well when I was so gone, why couldn’t Iunderstand it now? Then I sat up and none of it made any sense. I hadn’t even comedown all the way from the drug and I already found myself wanting to be on that levelagain. Why wouldn’t I? That one night had effectively changed the way i look ateverything in the world. Imagine what another night like that would do to me. I was bothscared and curious, thinking about what it would be like to go back to that altered stateof a perception based reality. I stood up, left the tent, and sat down by the fire with Reedand Nathan. We sat there, for easily and hour and a half, silent. Silent in contemplation,perhaps trying to recall the events of the night before. I found myself once again tryingto understand what the drugs specific effects on my mind and body were, but I honestlycouldn’t come up with anything. In a sentence, it pretty much altered my reality so muchto the point that I couldn’t even function at times.! It took us about an hour, give or take, to clean up the whole campsite (includingtaking the tent down and putting the fire completely out). We packed everything backinto my truck, and i suddenly remembered that I had a phone. Wait, no. I suddenlyrealized that Reed, Nathan, and myself were not the only people that existed in theworld. There were other people, that were completely oblivious to what had justhappened in this valley during the last 24 hours. Realizing this made me come to abigger realization. I was still really high. I don’t know if it was the acid, or the ridiculous
  27. 27. amount of weed that I had smoked the night before. Regardless, i still wasn’t sober, andI wasn’t sure if anything like what happened last night would happen to me again in mylifetime. In the back of my head, I was hoping that I wouldn’t have any reality bendingmoments like I did so often last night. But at the same time, I wanted to be there again.Back in that world where nothing mattered except for the trip. Suddenly, I thought in myhead. I had to drive home. I had to drive us all home. And it wasn’t just a block away; itwas about a two and a half hour drive. I honestly didn’t know if I was going to be able tohandle it.. I had heard from others that the comedown from acid was almost moreintense than the drug itself - all you do is think quietly to yourself and consider whathappened to you just recently. And that’s exactly what happened.! After we had gotten on the road, Nathan had fallen asleep almost immediately inthe back. Reed plugged his ipod into my stereo, and we listened to the songs that wetripped to in the tent. To my surprise, they didn’t sound any different. In the tent was thefirst time I had ever heard any songs by Wookiefoot. Compared to now while i wasn’ttipping balls, it didn’t sound any different than while i was in the tent tripping on acid.This was really interesting, and I continued to think about it the rest of the ride home. Itmade enough sense. I was introduced to those stimuli while on the drug, and theconnection I had with the music was so strong when there was acid in my system, that Istill felt the attachment and feeling associated with the songs I tripped on. After a while,as we made our way across the state and became closer to Rochester, I was the onlyone still awake. Occasionally, depending on the song and how hard I tripped to it thenight before in the tent, I would trip. I would trip hard. While I was driving. It was weirdthough, because it never inhibited my motor skills. I was a flawless driver. It only made
  28. 28. me think on the level that I was thinking the night before, and sometimes made realityseem very... unreal. Coming down while I was driving home came with without a doubtthe longest, and also some of the most influential hours of my life by far. After we gotinto Rochester, I dropped off Reed first, then Nathan; making sure they both took all oftheir belongings. I parked on the road in front of my house, and unloaded everything outof my truck into my garage. As soon as I was done I made a b-line to the door leading tothe inside of my house, and from there to the nearest couch possible. For the next twodays, I remember feeling extremely hungover and tired. This is the result of having oneof the most powerful psychedelics enter into your bloodstream.! It was over. Or was it? For easily three months after I dropped acid in that valley,I would have flashbacks when I got high. And it wasn’t just me remembering myexperience. I would trip. And I would trip hard. It didn’t seem to stay in my system, but Iwould legitimately trip when I would get high for about the next three months. That initself was a crazy feeling, setting the actual trip aside. Each time was related in thesense that they all originated from the moment I did LSD in that valley with my twofriends. However, every time I tripped afterward within these separate flashbacks, theywould each be their own individual trip. Connected, and disconnected, my acidflashbacks were some of the most confusing highs i’ve ever had. I’m not the sameperson that I had once been since I dropped acid, and I don’t think i could ever thinkabout things the way I used to. The drug seemed to affect every aspect of my brain andbody. It left nothing untouched. Would I still have done it, knowing what I do today? Withthe plain and simple answer, yes, my story has come to an end.