What do you think happened?

I think I know what happened. All of it was a mistake. I'm not sure what I was supposed to learn. But it's there.

It should be noted that since two fridays ago I had taken acid once, shrooms all the next day and night... then 5 days later shrooms two nights in a row. All in all the trips were amazing and I came out of them feeling absolutely fantastic. I had regained or gained a positive outlook on my life and future. (I am far from concluding that I have lost this...continue)

Well it started out as me being home from college, and picking up some blotter. It was not in my plan to take any that night. So we decided to hang out with some friends of ours, one of which is heavily into narcotics, usually has multiple kinds with him at any time. He mentioned he had some molly so I told him I'd throw him 5 bucks for a bump. So it started out at a friend's house with a decent sized bump of molly. Almost immediately I began feeling good, but this was not going to be the last thing I would snort up my nose. Very shortly he was passing around a mirror with dextromethylphenidate. I don't even know how that made me feel with the molly. I was becoming tripped out(whatever that means). Then he pulled out the morphine...blah blah blah. Then the oxycotin. Of course I didn't decline anything. Cant say how much I had all in all either. But I was definitely spaced out, and dulled out. After snorting we smoked a few bowls and that felt a little better. Before my friend and I left to drop off another friend at home, we blew some oxy and morphine together. I distinctly remember on the car ride not particularly liking the feeling and it being negative. Soon, however, it seemed the molly overode any of that and I felt good and rolling. When I felt I was rolling I had huge urges to take a hit of the blotter. We made it back to that house and up until we left, we were smoking bowls endlessly and I was completely out of it. But still on the way home I could not overcome the urge to take a hit, and so forth I did. The time was 11:40 pm.

Arrived at home, remember talking to my dad around midnight before he went to sleep for the night. During the conversation I was way out of it and starting to come up on the dose, started noticing visuals, patterns and lines on the walls. After that I took a seat on the couch and immediately began to crash from I believe the molly and the other drugs. I could have fallen asleep I imagine, but I was still coming up on the hit and didn't want to waste it. So I sat there feeling weird, tired, and tripping forever, without really moving a muscle. 4:30 AM came around and mustered enough strength to stand up and move to my room to smoke some dank weed. While standing up and listening to music I felt quite amazing with some quite rippley visuals. When it came to after smoking the first bowl I still felt really good, but tripping considerably harder. I began phasing in and out of the trip however, so I felt it was necessary to smoke another bowl. This bowl made me trip harder but the same phasing happened, so I moved on to bowl three. I quickly decided I had to be satisfied with that bowl, and laid down on my bed.

Should be noted here that I took valerian powder in order to fall asleep so I wouldn't be up past 7 am.

While closing my eyes the visuals became intense, with all sorts of imagery and patterns. Especially the door with the intense light behind it. Soon however, thoughts began racing, and they were not happy. Can't recall exactly how they were negative, but it had to do with not doing anything but listening to music in my bed. It was getting late and I was worrying I wouldn't be able to fall asleep soon, or stop tripping soon enough. I got to a point where my thoughts were going in circles so much I thought they were collapsing on eachother and that I was soon to go over the edge into oblivion. Also nervous thoughts about the past as well as the future, it almost seemed like it went to shit. At these points I would get up pace around a little, cool down, relax. A lot of the images reverted to really nasty stuff like rusty pipes, dirty floors, spiders, skin bursting with blood. I took another valerian capsul around 545 am... played some guitar (which helped me relax a bit). After that I laid back in bed, tripped a little, but let it all go, and passed out.

Woke up around 1230 still scared about the "bad trip" that had just occcurred. Checked my email, found one from my professor in a class I am in danger of failing, and found that in order to pass that I would have to repeat the out of class experiences that I had already completed and wrote reports for, when I return next semester. I found this really unfair, wrote her asking why, but in the long run it shouldn't be a big deal because she's giving me an oppurtunity to pass.

I'm just dazed and confused, for sure. I still feel a little negative and dark, perhaps I need some better sleep. I spent some time today at my friend's apartment watching Freddy Vs. Jason, I found laying down very relaxing and relieving, and slept for a little bit. I think all of this was a mistake, especially deciding to take the acid that late and in that condition. I've been off heavier drugs for awhile and succumbed to pier pressure to do them. I believe they played/are playing a huge roll in the negativity I have come across. I am hoping I get over this fairly quickly considering I dont see much to worry about. I'm thinking about taking a half eigth of good good shrooms monday and going skiing. Not sure if this is a good idea. I also was planning on taking a hit of this same stuff on January 1st for a band's show that is always amazing.

Basically, be in a good state of mind when taking acid, don't smoke too much weed if your trip doesn't feel clean, don't even do bullshit like speed and opiates. Molly is good.

I wasn't scared a day ago, I don't want to be scared at all. Not of life, it's a wonderous journey, I can not sit back and let the fear win. I do want to continue to explore the mysterious.

 

the thought circles and the going over the edge thing gets me everytime

no matter how prepared i think i am for the trip, you just cant control them

 

Dude I dont even have to read the whole thing to tell you what you did wrong. LSD is not your fucking dopey pills. Respect it.



EDIT: But I did anyway. You had a bad trip dude. Next time maybe you will make a wise decision to dose when youre NOT strung out. Just let gooooooo!

 

Or better still, if you do dose while strung, try and learn to be a bit more flexible for the experience. Even a bad trip is a good one, you just have to work at finding the benefit or positive side to it.

most of all remember, there is no such thing as bad acid, only bad chemists.

 

I think reality would be hilarious if people looked like FritzDaKat's icon. Lol

 

quit fucking around, people are trying to keep a serious conversation going around here... :smilielol5:

 

My Good Lord i must stay in the boundries upholded by fellow posters alike...I beg your pardon lol

 

Nawwww, it's all good its all good its all,,, oh wait...

:cheers2:

 

I was going to say something insightful here, but I see that all the necessary wisdom has already been dropped.

 

lol...

 

No need to act like acid heads.

 

You would prefer your advice on an LSD experience to come from Non Acid Heads?!? How Intriguing.

 

Twas a joke my friend. I liked the advice. I pretty much didn't even need to start this thread. The "remedy" is quite simple. I just wanted to share my mistake and the experience it resulted in.

Edited to add, I liked your advice especially. Thank you.

 

I took it as such and responded in kind.

As far as not needing to start threads, I always figure it's best to start them if for no other reason than to get the flow and exchange of ideas going, always others whom it may help to see the faint outline of the trails of those who've journeyed before them.

:cheers2:

 

Aha, my fault! Cheers indeed.

 

well maybe... you should quit taking so many fucking drugs all at once and get your shit together.

Reading this post made me feel really sorry for you.

I just dont understand how people go around without meaning in their lives.

 

:iagree: Errr yea', buckle down there sport, get in a good college and follow the rest of the herd to wherever the fuck they think they're going... Life is supposed to be a series of preplanned events that always leave you with a warm and fuzzy feeling that never fails in propping up your facade of self-worth and respect,,, You'll never get anywhere in society unless you conform! :grouphug:

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Sorry, sarcasm usually doesn't make me that nauseous.

 

Why would you feel sorry for me? How does this warrant sympathy? Why would I accept sympathy? Do you think your sympathy is courteous, helpful? I haven't done hard drugs in forever, have been using hallucinogens steadily with fabulous results (Healing me in times of emotional crisis, inspiring my creativity, enhancing my thinking, bringing my personality outward). I admitted to my mistake, and had to deal with the blunt end of it stabbing my mind.

You flat out assumed I lack meaning in my life. That's the furthest thing from the truth.

If you'd like to get to know me personally, maybe you'd learn that I have excessive meaning in my life, or maybe you'll come to the same conclusion that my life doesn't possess meaning like yours and that I really do deserve your pity.

Peace, Love, AND UNDERSTANDING

Edited to add, dont tell someone to get their shit together when you don't even know their shit, and they're on a quest for "getting together." One, fall apart, scatter, get together, love, fall apart, scatter get together, stay together yet keep learning from mistakes.

 

Life IS the meaning...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuDWUDwum5k

 

sry that comment was not directed at you...its just how i feel about the world today

my apologies