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Freebase Dali · 05-23-2010, 06:39 PM

As far as my first bad acid trip goes... that was much worse, mentally.

I was at a rave circa 98' or 99' and was given 2 hits of blotter. This must have been some re-dosed potent shit because it was intense. I was at the State Palace Theater on the balcony in the main room (which is pretty high up) and there was a great laser light show that at certain points would create a grid over the heads of the people dancing on the floor below. With all the party fog and people with glow-sticks on the floor, the view from up top whilst tripping all kinds of balls off looked like a sea of green liquid with a grid net above it. I was so far gone that I thought I could jump off the balcony and safely land on the grid net, and if the grid net broke I would land safely in the green liquid.
Thank god that thought was fleeting, but it spoke to how hard I was tripping.
It got to a point where the music wasn't intelligible as music anymore. It felt, more than sounded, like some strange conversation I'd had a very long time ago.

I lost the friend I came with, and while looking for him through crowds of people, I felt like I was walking backwards, like everything was happening in reverse. Something felt very wrong and I didn't know what it was. I was bumping into people and didn't even feel it. It was like watching myself above myself. I decided to wait outside, as things were winding down and people were leaving. It was daylight out at this point, and I was looking at these people and all their faces looked the same. Everyone seemed like the same person doing different things. I felt like I was one of them merely doing something else. I started to disconnect from my identity and could no longer distinguish myself from anyone else. I remember looking at my left arm and having a hard time understanding how I was made. I knew I was organic, but all I could think was the word "organism".
I could have started wandering the streets of New Orleans like a madman had it not been for someone giving me a ride home.

I remember looking at trees as we drove past them and seeing what looked like purple balls hanging like oranges in every one of them. It was a weird hallucination that I had never had before.
We stopped at a grocery store to piss, and I didn't even know how. I stood in front of the toilet and when I started going, I didn't know how to stop it. I was like a child, just going where the wind blew.
Heh... they were playing what I assume was punk rock in the car. I listen to punk and did at the time as well, but I couldn't understand the music. The vocals were unintelligible and the music sounded as though it was playing backwards.

I got home safely and everything returned to normal after several hours...
But I still to this day wonder what the hell band that was.

05-23-2010, 06:39 PM	#2783 (permalink)
Freebase Dali Partying on the inside Join Date: Mar 2009 Posts: 5,584	As far as my first bad acid trip goes... that was much worse, mentally. I was at a rave circa 98' or 99' and was given 2 hits of blotter. This must have been some re-dosed potent shit because it was intense. I was at the State Palace Theater on the balcony in the main room (which is pretty high up) and there was a great laser light show that at certain points would create a grid over the heads of the people dancing on the floor below. With all the party fog and people with glow-sticks on the floor, the view from up top whilst tripping all kinds of balls off looked like a sea of green liquid with a grid net above it. I was so far gone that I thought I could jump off the balcony and safely land on the grid net, and if the grid net broke I would land safely in the green liquid. Thank god that thought was fleeting, but it spoke to how hard I was tripping. It got to a point where the music wasn't intelligible as music anymore. It felt, more than sounded, like some strange conversation I'd had a very long time ago. I lost the friend I came with, and while looking for him through crowds of people, I felt like I was walking backwards, like everything was happening in reverse. Something felt very wrong and I didn't know what it was. I was bumping into people and didn't even feel it. It was like watching myself above myself. I decided to wait outside, as things were winding down and people were leaving. It was daylight out at this point, and I was looking at these people and all their faces looked the same. Everyone seemed like the same person doing different things. I felt like I was one of them merely doing something else. I started to disconnect from my identity and could no longer distinguish myself from anyone else. I remember looking at my left arm and having a hard time understanding how I was made. I knew I was organic, but all I could think was the word "organism". I could have started wandering the streets of New Orleans like a madman had it not been for someone giving me a ride home. I remember looking at trees as we drove past them and seeing what looked like purple balls hanging like oranges in every one of them. It was a weird hallucination that I had never had before. We stopped at a grocery store to piss, and I didn't even know how. I stood in front of the toilet and when I started going, I didn't know how to stop it. I was like a child, just going where the wind blew. Heh... they were playing what I assume was punk rock in the car. I listen to punk and did at the time as well, but I couldn't understand the music. The vocals were unintelligible and the music sounded as though it was playing backwards. I got home safely and everything returned to normal after several hours... But I still to this day wonder what the hell band that was.