How was your first acid/LSD trip?

How was your first acid/LSD trip?

 

it was a breakthrough, took 2 hours to peak...Everythin was exploding...was stuck in a threatening loop that I thought was the process of death...at times, complete thousand of degrees spiral distortion of all my vision, like you could do on a pic with photoshop or sometn...

Its good cuz you understand what it is whn you take a bigdose on the first time.

 

One time an old friend was selling by the hundred blotters (100 paper hits, uncut, orange card-paper) from a single peice of folded tinfoin, out of a ounce at home, after a few weeks he decided to eat a blotter and then 'lick the tin foil', well lets just say there was about twenty hits on that peice of foil, he then tried to 'take over' the DJ booth at the huge Shamala rave, and woke up in the medical tent.

 

I didn´t like my first acid trip. Although preparation was good and my set was o.k., the setting was not what I needed.
My sitter convinced me, that I should smoke some weed shortly after taking the trip (150ug) - this caused a complete chaos in my thoughts. Nothing made sense any more, and I really mean nothing. It was like if you try to make a division on your pocket calculator and choose zero as the divisor: the result is always "Error"! This is how I felt.
I tried to communicate with my sitter, but I always forgot, how to speak. And when I figured that out again, I had already forgotten, what I wnated to say.
But I had the most intense synaesthesiae at the beginning of the trip. None of my later acid experiments ever produced synaesthesiae that were this intense and this beautiful.
So with acid it´s like with every other drug: the first trip is always the best, and you´ll never get that magic again, regardless how often you try.

 

i was 15 years old and stupid.
I was at school and got offered some red gellies. I bought two and proceded to eat them right away. Having tried x a few times already i expected something like that but with visuals.
Well, i got alot more than i expected. When i felt the trip coming on me and my friends (2 guys who were also on acid) decided to cut school because we knew somethig big was going to happen.
We spent the first few hours of the trip wandering around a small beach town in Los Angeles admiring the views, talking crazy shit and smoking tons of pot. Eventually i guess someone called the school and told them they saw a few kids wandering around so the school officer ended up coming to us while we were mid peak and taking us back to school. I spent the next couple hours in the deans office going through the process of getting kicked out of school (because it was my 3rd strike for cutting school).
In the deans office i experienced some of the most amazing visuals, watching his blue tile floor turn into an ocean and seeing dolphins swim underneath my feet. Everything growing and shrinking. And i was unable to remember my phone number when they asked for it.
The school officials thought we were all really high on pot, lucky for us.

Anyway, i ended up getting kicked out of school but that started my love affair with psychedelics. And now its 6 years and a hundred somthing trips later and im still just as in love with the state of mind LSD provides.

 

Holy shit! This must have been a real horror, tripping on acid while waiting to be punished.

 

actually they had enough for milions of hits, plus 2c-b, mdma, mescaline and probably other stuff too. I would have loved to have been one of his friends.

Flow, actually i kept my cool in the deans office. I was to blown away to actually get scared (kinda weird i know, these days i would not be able to that but i noticed young'uns can keep their cool on psychedelics better.)
The tough part was coming home still tripping (i had also dropped half a tab of e about 7 hours into the acid trip and all it did was prolong the acid) and telling my parents that i got kicked out of school. that is also when they found out i do drugs, ofcourse i told them that i just smoked pot and didnt mention a thing about acid or x untill years later, hehe.

 

It was awesome, i had one hit off kiss blotter went to work and ended up walking off on the job with 5$ my boss gave me to get some gloves, I was a dishwasher and it was my second day, after a good deal of laughing then divining in my apartment,then I explored the city of saskatoon at night, quite an awesome overall experience, profound realizations

 

I took 1 pretty strong hit and spent a few hours melting into my friends couch, while watching all these things around me form crazy patterns, and the ceiling arch up. Then I walked home and heard some crazy auditory hallucinations, like my footsteps turning into dog barks, and kids laughing, and jets screaming over my head.
All in all, it was fucking HILARIOUS!

 

As I was experiencing it I kept having funny outbursts. My mind kept shouting "And this is why the 60's was a mess". It was an orgy of sound, sight, taste, smell, touch, and psychic vibration.

It has alot of potential. It was fun. It was sexual. It was silly. But I felt like it was lacking something. Something that psilocybin and others plant psychedelics had given me. I did not feel so connected in a spiritual way...It was there but not as strong. I had difficulty focusing in meditation. It felt I was in psychedelic ADD world. It was great though.

 

Interesting, but not nearly as memorable or spiritual as some of my shroom trips. I prefer shrooms I think...

 

Yeah that's pretty much how I felt...

 

My first acid trip was absoultley amazing. It was the strongest L I've ever had, and on top of that I ate some mushrooms like three hours into it. My trip started as soon as I got to my friend's party. It was awesome. Everyone had went outside, and I was walking around his basement when I found a chair sitting all by itself. I sat in it and laughed my ass off for ten or fifteen minutes. I was watching the side of his stairs wave up and down. I was seeing all kinds of crazy patterns all over the walls and floor. Thirty minutes after I ate the boomers, I was tripping my balls off. I was seeing people hanging from my ceiling, people laying on the floor on both sides of my bed, and a guy was sitting on my stereo cabinet. Everything in my room looked like clay. I was staring at my ceiling tiles and rolling waves of color were washing over my ceiling. The one tile I could see the best started changing colors and then it changed into worms before going completley black. I tripped for at least 15 hours. Needless to say, it was fucking nuts.

 

all i remember is it felt like i was underwater for a few minutes, then it just blew up into a bunch of crazyness that i dont remember to well, then i thought i was god for about 3 hours, then me and 2 other kids made some loser smoke all his weed with us and traded him birth control for the weed, and we told him it was percocets. Yea I was a fucked up youngn, who cares.

 

thankyou, that was probably the single most useful piece of infomation i've found on this forum, im mainly here just for jokes or to help others. I didnt know the LSD crystals were present in any real amount on the foil. thanks for the free trip.

 

My first acid trip was a Friday night, May 3, 2014, to be exact. It was two of my friends, Leslie and Challen, and then me. Challen and I were at a cook off in our area for a few hours and we got bored and she had the car for the night so we decided to go home. We stopped at Leslie's house to grab her and then went on the longest car ride ever to get the acid. Once we finally got it, we sat down rolled a few blunts and the stuck the tabs underneath our tounges. I remember getting butterflies in my stomach because I was so excited but also nervous at the same time. I left to grab something. And when I walk back into the room with Challen and Leslie and felt awkwardness. We all the walked into the bathroom and stared at ourselves and Challen locked us all in the bathroom. Leslie and I were so uncomfortable because Challen kept saying she wanted to have sex with us and Leslie looked at me and said Lets get the hell out of here. We all walked out the bathroom and went outside and began our smoke sesh. Before we even start to spark up I get very nauseous and run inside into the bathroom and puked like as if I had drank 20 bottles of vodka. Even though while I was throwing up I felt miserable, afterwards I felt so so so so much better. And that's when I began to trip. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while and then went back outside. I sat down in my chair, and looked in the tree that was in Challen's backyard and saw little eyes, well atleast that what they looked like. I started to talk about what I was seeing and Challen and Leslie weren't tripping yet... They started waving their hands and I started laughing uncontrollably because of the tracers I was seeing and out of No where Leslie screams "BUTTERFLY!!" And then she began seeing the tracers and soon after Leslie challen started to seem them too. While we were outside the next door neighbor or so we think it was they neighbor started yelling at us tonshut the hell up. If she was real or even if she wasn't we still shut the hell up. After the encounter with the neighbor I remember looking up at the sky and seeing lines connecting all the stars and it was all so beautiful. We went inside and back to Challen's room and rolled more blunts and smoked some more. Everything felt out of place during the whole trip. And since Challen's house is dirty I felt the constant urge to clean and be clean. Challen looked like a baby protistute and Leslie was the most beautiful person in the world. I connected with Leslie on a whole different level. She gave off such positive vibes and I loved it. At about 12:30 a.m, the neighbor across the street came over and she was so hot, she was so interesting and I was so attracted to her, but sadly she had a girlfriend.. While outside talking to the neighbor a drunk guy but me and Leslie swear it was zombie started running towards us waving its arms, the neighbor and Challen swear there was nothing there but I don't know, Lol anyways we went back into Challen's room rolled the last of the weed and some random guys who had a bong and a twelve pack of beer showed up and smoked us out. I was still tripping pretty hard but Leslie and Challen were coming down. Challen was being really emotional and and wanted everyone out so I had to make them leave, this was about 3 a.m. Finally Challens parents got home and iI had a whole conversation with them while their faces were morphing bahaha and finally went to sleep at about 6 a.m but was waking up constantly. During the whole trip I had to keep isolating myself and focus on not dying and staying calm, also every simple task such as making something to drink became so complicated. Everything j was saying sounded like I wasn't making any sense either. The day after was very gloomy in my opinion. I felt drained, kind of depressed. We all remember our trip pretty good and couldn't stop talking about it. Leslie went to take a shower and fell asleep crying in the shower, while me and Challen started crying because we missed our dead significant others. we attempted to trip again but it didn't happen. When I finally got home on Sunday I slept from 9 a.m to 6 a.m Monday morning. Ever since my first trip my life has never been the same. Lsd gave me a different aspect of life and made me realize how beautiful I was, and how beautiful life itself is. Defiantly recommend trying Lsd atleast once in their lifetime. But try it with friends who are just positive people in general, Challen was negative and I had a few moments where I began to have a bad trip but snapped out of it when I isolated myself. Always be in a good state of mind and stress free

 

People say you'll chase your first high, but I was always chasing my third experience..

My first time was pretty great, sometimes I wish I had made more of an event out of it, cause it really seems more like drug experimentation more than anything else
I was 17? or 18 living in my parents basement. I took two or three hits remember thinking it was a dud, i couldn't believe how tasteless it was

I spent a lot of time writing down and filming my reactions,
I'd type random lines
like this
over
and over
no complete thoughts, because they all came too quickly.

the letters would get very wavy and cartoony, ghost trail like i suppose. I know at the time the visual effects seemed grand, but they don't stand out to any of my future experiences, I remember it mostly be like riding giant emotional waves of bliss, understanding, and curiosity. I had little anxiety on my first trip, ironic, since I get more anxiety on other trips, but my first time was truly just a great curiosity being fulfilled. I had the strongest afterglow from this experience, left me to ponder for a week before I really returned to normal

 

I've never seen anybody who uses lsd here. Druggies smoke synthetic weed and take pills here. Synthetic weed and Pills are common here. Those two are common. I dont do drugs. I only drink alcohol but I have problem with my family, they dont want to be stone drunk. They let me drink only 6 beers at home and 6 beers dont make drunk. Beer just has 5 percent alcohol so 6 beers are not enough for me. I wish they let me drink more. I mean you know drinking 6 beers dont make you drunk. Its not enough, you know. It sucks. I like strong beers that have 7,5 percent alcohol, 6 of them would do me very good but I am not allowed to be stone drunk. I am allowed to drink less , which is not enough for me to be drunk. I am also not allowed to drink outside. I was beaten by 2 people last summer when I was drunk. I am 24.