My dog told me this story... "I don't know if you guys remember me, but I posted my first experience about a month ago. This might end up being kinda long because I want to get in a bunch of details. http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=294115 I took it for the first time in florida, and I was able to find some back home in massachusetts. My second trip was more than three weeks ago, but I've been taking the time to absorb it and think about it. This seriously has to go up there as one of the most amazing days of my life. It was a beautiful day and me and my dad were goin out to the country to go fishing. I ate the tab on the way. We got to the resevoir and fished for about a half hour and nothing even bit. So we packed up and my dad wanted to take me to the cemetary. At this point I felt pretty normal but I could tell something was slightly off. After the cemetary my dad wanted to take me to one more place. My grandfather's friend claimed to had seen God in a dream, and God told him to build a 200 foot cross in his yard and write the ten commandments. This was back in the 80's. Now, it's a tourist attraction in central MA. The cross is paved into the ground so you can see it from the air. And as I walked on the cross I felt a pressence like someone was breathing down my neck. But there was nobody within 1000 feet of me. It was odd. But when we left, the trip really started. We got back in the truck and I sparked one of the blunts I had rolled for the day. And about half way through it I could really feel it. The strangest thing started happening. When my dad would talk to me I would "know" what he was gonna say a split second before. It was so weird, but awesome at the same time. I coulden't really talk too much, because I was so involved with the world around me. Everything I looked at was amazing. Nothing was really different, but yet, it was all so different. We stopped at another pond to walk around for a little bit. This is about 2 hours after I dropped, but at this point I had lost complete perception of time. The memory that I had dropped acid a little while ago was non existant to me... This is how life was right now and it was all so incredible. Walking thru the woods I could "see" energy starting at the bottom of the trees and shooting up thru all the branches. I had a sunkist orange soda and it fucking tasted amazing. My taste receptors have never been stimulated in such a way. Me and my dad played frisbee in the woods for a little bit but then we wanted to head back home. Got back in the car and drove. This car ride, I think, is when the peak started. It's gonna be hard to put into words. My dad put on elton john's "rocketman", although I do have respect for the guy, elton john's not really my type of music. But today, everything was different. The music was going thru my body. As he'd strum the guitar, I'd "feel" it go up my spine. Other parts of the music would shoot thru my arms and legs. At this point I was zoned out and letting the drug show me what it wanted. Road signs seemed to be like 5 times bigger than they usually are, and the yellow jumped out and screamed. It was a colorful ride. We stopped at an antique shop for my dad to see an old friend. But I couldn't be around anybody at this point. I stayed in the truck . This was probably was the only "bad" part because when I was sitting there alone.. It hit me how hard this drugs nails your mind. It was a bit nerveracking at first, but I got over it quick, and we were riding again. As we got to my neighborhood I was overwhelmed with excitment. This would be my first time tripping in my enviorment and I could already tell that my neighborhood was so different. I took the dog for a walk, but I could tell he was real tired so it didn't last long. Going in my house was awesome. Everything in my house was the same, but I had never seen it "this" way before. I remeber that I kept thinknig to myself who needs visuals when you have "this". "This" is something that can't be put into words, but it's fuckin amazing. I smoked more weed with my pops, and man, weed and lsd are a match made in heaven. Smoking makes the lsd better, lsd makes smoking better... Everythings just better. I put my ipod on and walked around the neighboorhood. All the trees were dancing along with the songs I played, and if I saw a squirrell, he would be the vocal of whatever song I was listening to. My most visual experience of the night is when I went down cellar with the lights off, and saw a blanket curled up on the ground. It started to turn into a face, and the face got more and more real. I didn't stick around because that was trippin me out. I dropped around 1 pm and fell asleep around 230am. I forgot a great deal of the trip, this is the stuff that stuck with me after 3-4 weeks."
