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i know exactly where your coming from i had a bad trip too i thought my boyfriend was dying becuase he had an asthma attack, i thought i got sprayed with blood, i thought everyone at the house i was at was getting aressted and i was going to jail, lesson learned, neveer rinse out a vile!!! bad plan

I remember one time me and some buddies went to a party where a chick brought a ziplock bag full of acid tabs and a bunch of people started getting really jacked up with the stuff. Me and my two friends had never done acid before, and I, as well as one of my buds, decided to take it. My other friend who didn't take any of the acid thought it would be a good idea to dare my acid taking friend to use two tabs and he did, and we later found out that each tab equalled four hits. So he ended up taking eight hits of acid on his very first trip, and I didn't stick around at the party when the effect started taking place on him, so I don't know how he acted but every one said he was totally going crazy. I took the acid about 30 minutes before I left the party, and nothing was happening to me, so I just decided to drive home because I thought it wasn't working. So I got in my car and began to drive and I stopped at a stop sign. I seem to remember staring at the stop sign for a very long time and then I saw it melt, right in front of me, like it was made of water. I got a little freaked out and kept driving and turned on the radio and the second I turned the volume on the radio up I felt like I was being hit in the face by the sound, like I could actually feel the sound instead of hear it. I remember pulling into my driveway and walked inside and everything in my house looked like it was breathing to me, like it was shrinking and expanding over and over. I got a bit scared, but not too much so I just went to bed with my clothes on and don't remember anything else. I woke up in the morning feeling totally normal. That was my one acid trip. I don't think I'd say it was necessarily a good experience, but I might do it again if I had the chance.

I grew up in the punk scene in Northern California. At the ripe age of 17 I ended up homeless and hopping trains for a couple years. I came home and met an old school hippie who I became fast friends with. I used to hate hippies, but this cat seemed pretty cool. Anyways, the dude turned me on to acid. My first time, I dropped a 10 strip....needless to say it was nuts, and I was hooked.
One of the craziest times was when a friend of ours had the house to himself for the weekend. We invited about 10 folks over and had 2 sheets and a vile. We all dropped, no one took less than 5, and commenced to party town. I loved the shit we would get...that old school white fluff, clean as a whistle. So....
The shit kicked in pretty heavy in about 30 minutes ( I had started my trip with 12 ) and everything in the house was breathing HEAVY. There was a little brown Cocker Spaniel that lived in the house and for some unknown reason, this little motherfucker was walking around the perimeter of the inside of the house...licking the fucking walls. Over and over and over. I just sat there on the couch, staring, watching the wall disintegrate from the dog licking it..the slobber eating it like a corrosive and it was just sliding down into paint puddles on the carpet....I got bummed out because my friend was going to be in trouble for getting paint all over the carpet, so I went outside..onto the deck. The house over looked the valley and it was a summer evening, just before sunset. The sun was framed perfectly in a frame of old growth Oak trees, and the branches had reached to eachother to make a round "frame" for the sun.... and I could see EVERY MOTHERFUCKING INSECT THAT WAS IN THE AIR FOR 100 MILES...so I went back inside.
....the phone rang...my friend said he couldn't answer it because they were looking for him and asked me to answer it..I did. It was the teacher from the Charlie Brown cartoons...I told him that it was for him. He took the phone and began a conversation, I looked on in horror as I quickly realized that it was his mother on the other end. The conversation seemed to be biblical, and I could see the halo above his head. After about a year, he hung up the phone. I asked if everything was okay and he said yes...I asked what she said and he replied...I have no fucking idea....
...It's fucking hot...miserably hot....we turn on the ceiling fan...it's nice. The living room is a perfectly round room, strange. My friend is finding some music to put on..the fan feels great...like wind. I hear birds...Seagulls...water...waves. The room is swaying back and forth, I smell fish...I feel sick. I stand up and almost fall over from "sea legs"..he has turned into a pirate and is laughing hysterically at me. I tell him that I need to get to the bathroom to puke...he reaches over to the stereo and evrything just stops. He had put on some "relaxing sounds of the ocean" bullshit...and I was losing my shit...
...I wasn't sick anymore but needed to get to the bathroom to piss now....that's when everything went fuckin haywire.....
...I stepped up from the living room into the hallway entry. The lights in the hall were off..but the leftover dusk sunlight was shining into the house, illuminating the room and barely shining into the hall. I began the 2 mile (10 foot) journey down the corridor....climbing through spider webs, telephone poles, and giant rubberbands of all colors...
( sidenote: for this next part to make "sense", I have to tell you that the ceiling stucco is mixed with glitter...to give it some "arty" bullshit effect )
...I begin to climb the tree that is blocking the entry to the bathroom...I make my way to the top and look up to see how far I have left to travel. I am almost touching the stars...I can't believe how close they are...I can reach them...taste them...
...a loud "screeeech" shook me from the tree and I fell...I lay on my back, looking up at the open sky...something is quickly approching...it's coming straight for me...it's a Pteradactyl...
....I fucking scream bloody god damn murder.....cover my eyes and curl up in fetal position...
....The next morning I awoke behind the couch, under the breakfast bar....covered with blankets, couch pillows, and a hoodie tied tight over my head.
Lessons learned: Stay away from the phone, stay away from record players (dropping the needle accidentally at high volume is a scary fucking sound), stay off the fucking step stool!!!!