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One good memory from tripping a lot back in the 90s was peaking in the back seat of a friend's car while staring at a gas pump. It was as if the entirety of universe has been nearly laid out on the kitchen table in clean, easy to understand fashion, all mine for the taking. It was quite an experience, not entirely dissimilar from what I've read about nirvana or samsara. I laughed at the simple perfection of that gas pump until I cried. Never been quite the same since...
Brought a vial of Liquid back from Colorado to Maine in Spring early 90’s. Decided to share with some friends while we spent the day opening up a Friend’s rustic family summer camp on a pond for the season. Idyllic really.
Dropped midday and by Sunset had the dock and float in and decided to get in the water. This, for me, meant sitting cross legged on the bottom of the pond until someone brought the canoe down, noticed me, and pulled me up. Seemed like I was down there for hours. It was beautiful. I remember the transition from the water back to the air being somewhat abrupt and unsettling.
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Said “rescuer” decided that a paddle in a canoe would be a good idea to recalibrate me to the atmosphere. As the sun went down, a golden highway appeared, reflected off the water, and we decided to “Paddle to the Sun”. I remember never being able to make it all the way to the Sun before it set below the water and we returned to shore.
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Lit a campfire the fire pit and reconnected with millions of years of ingrained genetic memories before I knew that “Fire Therapy” was a thing. Very pleasant and settling after the disappointment on not being underwater or on the Sun. The fire was apparently close enough to replicating a small Sun and I was content for the rest of the night.
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Drove back to town in the morning as my mind was re-organizing itself and was pleased that I knew exactly why the first house I saw was painted blue. Made perfect sense.
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Arrived home to meet my older brother in the kitchen of our house and upon seeing the analog kitchen clock asked if it was 7:30 in the morning or 7:30 at night unaware that my Mom was sitting in the room. My unability to discern AM from PM was very upsetting to Mom, especially after I’d been out all night, and she proceeded to get in my face to ask about where I had been and what had I been doing to not recognize a 12 hour time difference. I started to explain to Mom that I appreciated analog clocks for their spatial representation of time but they do lack in their depiction of night and day. Brother stepped in, escorted Mom away from me, and told her to yell at me later for everyone’s best mental health. Thanks Bro!
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Tgapp got so baked he can't tell an epilogue from a prologue to this day...
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Wild story.
Ha, oh god, just got thatQuote:
Originally Posted by Boissal
My fault for writing that story high last night. Leaving it as is for posterity's sake.
Ya’ll ever eat a whole box of Dramamine?
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2 boxes, actually. Would not recommend.Quote:
Originally Posted by mcphee
Yea, two boxes is too much too much. One box is where the magic happens…if you’re able to stay awake. Bad times if you fall asleep.
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16yro me sort of remembers being prone on the carpet and not being able to move after a bit, and I was sure there were fleas (or little black bugs) jumping out of the carpet and trying to crawl in my mouth. Loud popping noises in my head. One of the other guys (friend of my friend) wandered off to climb rocks for some reason. We found out the next day he was in the hospital, he'd fallen off something and smashed his face and knocked out 4 teeth.Quote:
Originally Posted by mcphee
Wait, is there a god or isn't there? I'm confused. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tgapp
”Pray to God, but row for shore.”Quote:
Originally Posted by riser3
Solid work there tgapp. Knew about the supposed power of nutmeg from the anarchists cookbook. Guess I should have tried it out but had access to better substances and never bothered.
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I had a similiar bad trip in HS. Was in and out of sleep for what felt like years. On the couch at a buddy’s house, sitting up, crazy vivid dreams that seemed to go on forever. His sister who did not partake in these shenanigans said I would fall asleep for a few seconds to a few minutes at a time. I would wake up not remembering where I was or what was going on and tripping balls. Their cable remote was frightening me because we had a different cable provider at my house. Their couch was ungodly hot. I couldn’t move if I tried.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mofro261
Another time in HS where I was able to stay awake the whole time was a more pleasant experience. Body trip like acid, visuals and hallucinations like I’ve never experienced, only warned about through DARE where they say if you eat any acid you’ll see dragons or some such bullshit. We were at our local hangout pizza place midday Saturday in winter. It was a warmer, nicer day since we were skateboarding earlier in this plaza. Chain smoking drinking soda playing video games tripping on Dramamine. At some point we got a booth in the smoking section which was raised. It was very busy with lots of kids from a hockey tourney at the nearby rink. Their heads would distort, their faces would melt, the entire place would contract and expand as if it was breathing. I remember the both of us just laughing hysterically, loudly at all of it and getting dirty looks from some parents. I went to go to the bathroom and when I went to step down to the main level, the upper level just shot up for what felt like hundreds of feet. There I am standing in the raised smoking section, one leg out, both arms out for balance, laughing and saying “whoa, whoa, whoaaaaa” over and over. A couple parents grabbed the manager who promptly threw us out and banned us from ever returning. We had wore out our welcome in other ways prior to this day.
I'm glad I grew up in a time and place where I had access to real drugs and didn't have to take Dramamine or nutmug. :D
Have a friend who imbedded three jimson weed seeds in a joint. Apparently similar to nutmeg.
You guys are a lot more willing to talk about such things than I would be if I had such things to talk about.
A good scientist is always transparent with their experiments
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That's hardcore. And a hard no for me dog.Quote:
Originally Posted by TNKen
I wish that Herr Doctor Freud und Herr Doctor Nietzsche would have been around to be able to dwell into the predicament(s) that have revealed during...umm...your voyages. Just for the sake of humanity.Quote:
Originally Posted by tgapp
Personally, I am leaving out Nutmeg and...well...whatever you have been testing.
Thank you for taking one for the team.
And, Please keep updating the list.
Since that fateful date with nutmeg I have fallen down the rabbit hole on countless occasions, with most of my late 20's dedicated to the pursuit of psychonautic exploration. I've gone both broad and deep down those corridors, finding curiosities and wonders and fresh perspectives and lots of pretty colors. Nothing compares to the sheer discomfort of nutmeg. Nothing comes close, other than maybe a 500mg edible trip I had once (which I mostly just slept off).Quote:
Originally Posted by Meathelmet
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In salt lake in high school, my group of friends had a bunch of this blue and white tye dye acid come around. Shit was great. The Saturday of senior prom, my buddies band was playing outdoors at a park near my house. We all took it around noon, except for one buddy. It was a grand day. Live music, not a lot of people, frisbees leaving neon arcs across the sky, trees and clouds and earth breathing in unison like a large single organism. I think that is really the day I became an environmentalist.
Lots of laughing and staring at the clouds.
Then another buddy in our class showed up like 4pm or so, and he's like, "what the duck you guys are all tripping? I want some!" So he dropped. We meandered up the hill to my house to drink some beers and start getting dressed. Most of us are now coming down, and this other guys is still going up. His date was less than impressed as he struggled to button his shirt and had it sticking out of his fly in the group photo.
We headed to the dance and went inside and the one guy was full on tripping balls. It was a full time job for like 3 people (who were still tripping a little bit, but coming out of it) to keep him away from the teachers at the art museum where it was being held.
It was a fun trip, the park was a great place to pass the day. The house party after the dance was pretty great too.
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Trial and error is a method, but I am not sure the experiments herein follow any scientific method.Quote:
Originally Posted by mcphee
I'd recount a story of when my sister and I were trapped across the road from my house for some time after eating possibly a bit too many of my home-grown fungi, but tgapp has set the bar so high here that any attempt to follow his opener will only result in a disappointment.
The time when Ms CE forgot about a deadline to complete a work mandated cyber security training until 20 minutes before the deadline, but 10 minutes after we had all injested more of the above is a fun memory. She passed the quiz, but it took 3 people working really hard to achieve it.
The world will be a better place when psychedelics become legal and readily available.
I dunno, seems like all of my experiments at least had a "lack of control" group.Quote:
Originally Posted by riser3
There was the time the whole big family sat down to Thanksgiving dinner. My Dad stood to carve the turkey and my brother said, very seriously, "Watch it Dad, the turkey's melting."
@tgapp absolutely brilliant recount of your experience... laughed uncontrollably at many parts!
.... Part 5....
Reminds me if the author Dave Barry that published short comedic sketches in the Chicago tribune during the eighties
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