My second trip was absolutely mind blowing. I had only taken one hit of CID twice before this with my dad, who lived through the 70s while on tour with several rock bands, said it was the absolute best acid he's ever taken. Now, wednesday night I went to see My Morning Jacket live and I had pit tickets. MMJ is my favorite band of the last twenty years, and I had been super excited for this show for a very long time. I took the two hits that came on sugar cubes two hours before the show , and while it was dissolving it tasted like pure chemicals. It wasn't until my buddy was driving us that I really started feeling the effects hardcore. The streetlights on the highway were shooting out towards me, almost like lasers. Then at the show, we get in the pit and find it to be pretty empty and find a spot in the front fucking row directly in front of the guitarist and his amp. I lost my shit. It was the single greatest concert experience of my life, although I threw up right when we got back into the car from all the jumping and head spinning I was doing. Now this is where it got very very deep for me. When we got home from the show at around 1:00 am, I started tripping harder and harder every hour for the next 36 hours. I felt complete separation from my mind and body. I began to ponder what reality actually is, and if there is a creator. I'm not a religious person at all, and I definitely don't support organized religion, but I felt like there was something else that night. My senses began to blur together. I could vividly see streaks of white and blue when I smelled a cup of kool aid, and could hear LOUD guitar chords when I simply touched my wish you were vinyl. I began to ponder the speed of thought and how the long the delay is between our senses receiving information and our brains processing them. I realized that we ALL live a little bit in the past, and I physically felt as though I was slowing down in time. Everything around me was falling into different fucking dimensions. Then the sun came up. And I had not slept a wink. I did not know what to do as I did not feel like I was myself at all. I had to reteach myself how to live, almost like being reborn. Consciousness had no meaning to me. Life seemed so jumbled up and out of sorts. Finally 38 hours into the trip, I drove to the store (which holy shit was nerve racking/awesome),bought some melatonin, and drifted off. Thoughts guys? Has anyone else ever pondered what the fuck reality is while tripping?
DOI is the only psychedelic I've heard of that can last over 24hrs and even that doesn't last 38 hrs. http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/doi/doi.shtml https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-b895UdLzc&feature=related"]
MMJ is an amazing band. Sounded like a fun time, but yeah, I think you were given a synthetic dude. I've questioned reality a ton of times, sober or on acid. But acid really makes you lose it, I've always had a thought though: What would complete absence from reality look like? Because that's the thing with LSD, is even though it makes you question reality, you're always thrown back into it for periods of time until you drop back down. perhaps the LSD state of mind is true reality on the come up stages, before it's "trippy" but maybe reality is just what we make of it. Reality is the good and the bad.. I think it doesn't really matter though, the important precaution with LSD is to not go so far up that you don't bring anything back. No matter what your belief in God, or whatever, we weren't designed to be brains in jars staring at pretty colors.
I would phrase it much more strongly; we know for a fact that it was not LSD. I'm thinking it was actually DOM.
