TrippingOnAcid.Com Mushroom LSD Acid Trip Stories.

Well, to start off, I had taken acid three times before, but only 1 tab each. I never really noticed anything happening, so I always told myself I've have to take 2 hits, or just not bother.

I show up at my friend's place, expecting to drink some brews and jam. Out of the blue he asks, "Want to get some acid?" With such an acid drought, how can I say "No man" to such an opportunity? The tabs cost $12 each, or a strip (10) for $100. Why not save up for the future? So we go get it, drive back, and I cut off 2 of the largest tabs (the strip was ruled, but not perfectly - probably 2.5 tabs, if gauged according to the rest) and pop them in.

Now, keep in mind, my friend had taken them two days before, and the people he was with were saying that it was the strongest acid they had ever taken. I was thinking, "Yeah, right."

I decide to drink a little too and down a six pack within an hour or so. I come up, and think I'm tripping balls. Things feel funny, almost shroomy, and start looking weird. I'm like "Yeah, this is pretty sweet." But then I start getting a little nauseous, so I set off to find some herbal supplements. We procure them, smoke a ton, and very quickly, things are getting even more intense. My vision is shifting a lot and I see significant trails. “Woah, this is crazy…” I think to myself, wondering how much crazier it can get.

An hour or so later, I’m sitting in the room, just looking at the wall, seeing great ellipses emanating from anything with light. It is at this point that I realize that everything is moving, and that it’s very difficult to keep them still. It is as if my vision is seconds behind. Everything is waves of light. At this point, I’m still handling it fairly well, but my eyes are starting to hurt a little and I’m urinating frequently. Damn beers! I’m getting dehydrated and need water… but… what’s this? I can’t get up!

Now, it’s not as if I can’t physically stand - I’m not paralyzed. Instead, I’m thinking about getting up, thinking about the necessary motor skills to get up, the social implications of me getting up yet again, and… and I forget I want to get up. This becomes a very regular occurrence. I’ll think about something, then a minute later forget what I was thinking. I remember thinking, “Is this what it feels like to have dementia? To not be able to remember what I was thinking a minute before?” I start to realize that I can’t trust my behavior at all. That’s a very frightening concept, since I don’t know what I’ll be thinking/desiring in a minute, and what I’ll do. I decide to not worry about it and smoke some herbs.

Rolling a joint is near impossible. I pass it off to my friend.

Closed eye visuals have been with me for a little bit at this point, but I prefer keeping my eyes open. I start to be unable to discern color. Parts of my vision that are not in focus begin to appear gray, with only very dark shades of green and purple showing through the gray. Then I start to see blatant visuals, eyes open. I’m seeing fractals and spirals, as if I’m in my imagination. The best way to describe it is that it’s like day dreaming. Your eyes are open, you’re looking at something, but you’re somewhere else entirely.

What’s this? A joint… ? Who…


Oh, yeah, weed. I forgot. Damn.

I start to experience everything in shapes. The things people say become/are represented by shapes in my mind, half circles and right angles. In my acid wisdom, I’m able to explain all social behavior with these shapes. I try to explain it, and the words don’t come out. I resign hopes of conveying it and just experience it.

Very soon, I decide (after minutes of mustering the will) to get up, go upstairs and tinker with the guitar. There’s a back stairwell to the house, with no lights. I walk into the darkness, and my CEVs become a blanket laid over my vision. It’s like looking up at the stars, except that the stars were in this dark abyss. Furthermore, I know I should be able to see the stairs at least a little bit, due to the light from the door a few feet behind me, but I can’t see anything. I look and see some white, and think “Oh, duh, there’s the light…” and go to turn and hit the wall. “Oh. That wasn’t real.”

I make it up the stairs by feeling my way and proceed to sit in the dark living room with my guitar for a bit, unable to play anything coherent. Instead, I just pluck the strings and “daydream” some more. The spirals are forever spinning into each other, and I realize I can’t see the origin of them. A few short moments later, I become aware of my consciousness. I realize that everything I’m thinking is being initiated by something inside of me, but that it isn’t me. I realize I’ll never know what is truly going on inside of me. No matter how much I think about it, I’m just looking into what seems like infinity. I’ll never be able to get close enough to what’s driving me.

Then I think, “Hey, we’re organisms made up of trillions of cells, working in unison to produce my consciousness. So then, why are they acting like this? Why am I thinking this?”

In retrospect: “Do you want fries with that ego-death?”

Then I start hearing whispers, or really hard breathing in my ear. I turn around quickly, but no one is there. “Wow, my first auditory hallucination!”

I go back downstairs, but everyone has gone to sleep. I’m alone. Time to try to sleep.

Acid: “You want to sleep? You idiot. You can’t sleep when I’m in you.”

Me: “But if I just close my eyes, maybe…”

Acid: “Did you really expect darkness? Here, look at the stars.”

I see the universe laid out before me. Stars, everywhere.

My eyes are killing me at this point. I decide to stay up for a while, think, and ride it out.

I start to get hungry, so I go to the corner store to order a bacon egg and cheese. It’s 8 am, and the regular folks are getting their meals. In walks 4 officers.

“Oh shit. I have to reek of weed, my eyes must be red, and my pupils are still ginormous, and I have 6 tabs of acid in my pocket. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…” My heart is racing. I need to get out of there… but I’ve already opened this juice! I need to walk by the cops to pay for this, but I can’t alert them to my weed smell. So I sit there and wait, hoping I don’t get noticed. The TV has the news on, but it’s in Spanish. I make believe I understand everything that newscaster is saying. I don’t understand a word.

Luckily, this establishment serves cops before anyone else, regardless of when they ordered. I get my stuff shortly after they walk out, and the fresh air never felt so fresh.

I go back, eat, think, and fall asleep.

I wake up a few hours later, the “acid glow” now in effect (colors are brighter and sharper, things seem surreal). I start driving home, and something weird comes over me. I start thinking about my life and lack of direction, my choices, my current position, my obligations, and boy, it isn’t pretty. It was like the acid flushed out my delusions and threw cold hard reality in my face. It’s like an MDMA depression, but more clarified.

Now I’m writing this, two days later, after searching the internet for stories of trips, to find some sort of closure. I haven’t found it. I figure that maybe writing about it will help. Yet still, I’m feeling very confused about everything. I’m almost apathetic, but not quite. I just… am. I exist. Plain and simple.

That sounds like an amzing experience, all I know is thta after my last experience life in this society has made no sense, all I want to do is be free and live without interference and fear; like the native americans once did. I've been talking to the homeless, realizing poverty, and my heart has split open we are meant for so much more than anyone ever had us know, I feel like I was lied to. I know when I am full from eating or drinking, when I've let anything take away time in exchange for money, left my crappy job and have started a garden. It just makes no sense to live in a box, it may as well be a coffin. Then we pave roads and pay taxes to support them and drive in our little boxes to out jobs (another box). When did we stop living in the world off the land, now all we do is destroy things and live amongst death. What I learned from the trees and the ground and the wind, etc can never be matched by anything i have ever learned before.

Amen to that brother

Funny thing is is that I had those very same thought coming down on acid. I wonder why we cant live life the way we want. Somehow sticking it to the man made less sense than playing his game of make money, you need more money, you need to start a family and make more money. I mean it's either join a hippie commune, live on the streets or get a career and be a productive member of society. Unfortunately conforming is the safest choice for many of us...Me included.