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> A few weeks ago I almost had an opportunity to fry and then take a short
> plane trip.  I never quite figured out, though, if it'd be a good idea
> or not.  What do you all think?

Well, as told by a friend of a friend :-) --

"Having read _Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas_ numerous times, and given
that I was planning a trip to Vegas to meet some old college buddies for
a weekend, I decided that I'd try a hit before boarding the plane.  Having
only done this 2 previous times, there was a bit of nervousness.  Many
thoughts of losing it and running rampant through the plane with drool
spilling from my lips were streaming through my mind, but I decided that
it would be worth the effort.  It was.  I'd highly recommend this, especially
if you are an experienced intrepid traveller.  I had no problems on the
plane.  Was over whelmed with the flight, the earth below, and the sunset
that I got to experience on the flight into LV.

It began with a glorious flight down the Oregon and California coast.
The teeny-tiny patterns in the ocean waves were trigger enough for many
a visual explosion.  Highly intellectual journey as well.  I was reading
some book on philosophy at the time and was blown away.  Landed in
San Jose and actually had to have the wits about myself to switch
planes.  All went well.  It was tough at times to keep from breaking
out in uncontrollable laughter, but eventually was seated on the window
again for the final leg of my journey.  The desert and the mountains
were just gorgeous from 30,000 feet, and the sunset was indescribable, not
to mention the vision of the strip as we circled around to land.  The
rest of the evening was a really good time, but the flight in was one of
the most incredible experiences of my life.  I'm damn glad I did it."

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From [e-mail] Sat May 23 20:23:32 1992
From: Blanc Sean Le <[e-mail]>
To: [e-mail]
Date:     Thu, 7 May 1992 13:16:01 -0400

         LSD experiences
First version: April 6, 1992
Last modified: April 7, 1992

Compiled by Sean LeBlanc



Back in 1984 I was stationed at <some air base in US>
For the last four years I had been a good little airman and gave up
pot, LSD, mescalin, and other fun stuff of my youth and also like a good
little airman I took to the bottle with a vengeance. Working with me was a
really cool dude named <Jim>. <Jim> and I instantly connected and every
friday night we put our families on hold, bought some Wild Irish Rose and
Vivarin and played guitar and talked religion and philosophy 'til the wee
hours. Eventually talk turned to the spiritual aspect of the LSD
experience and it wasn't long before we were planning a little trip. I
figured that if we dropped on friday night we'd have plenty of time to
recover before monday rolled around, so it was set; the next friday we
would both trip one last time and see what we get out of it. Well, things
didn't quite go as planned. After my Biology class was over I headed over
to <Jim's> house full of anticipation. But when I got there, <Jim> wasn,t
alone; he had <Joe> there with him! Bad enough anyone else was involved,
<Joe> was the epitome of uptight and white. "Hey <Jim>," I said, "why is
<Joe> here?". <Jim> said "Check out his eyes!" and sure enough, <Joe's>'
pupils were dripping all over the floor. Turns out <Jim> had mentioned it
to a few people and we had some deliveries to make. "THIS IS NOT GOOD!" I
thought, but the ball was rolling... so we dropped it off to some other
guys in the shop (people who reported to me as I was the swingshift shop
chief at the time!) and headed back to <Jim's> to await the effects. About
an hour went by and I wasn't feeling anything. <Jim> and <Joe> were
zoomin' so I chilled out and let those two jam on guitars for a while
while I relaxed. Then there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," I
said. I went to the door and looked out the little window in it, and as I
was opening the door for this guy standing outside, I thought, " Why is
someone crouching behind the bushes back there, and why is someone over by
the wall..."
FREEZE! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR USEPOSSESIONANDDISTRIBUTION OF LSD! Yes,
it was all one word, and I felt like I was suddenly shoved underwater.
Everything was so unreal, time was in slow?fast? motion, and all I thought
was, "Thank God it didn't kick in!". <Jim> and <Joe> had a different
experience, I imagine. The room was full of Security Police with M-16's
pointed at our heads (even though I was cuffed behind my back) and they
ransacked the place. Turns out <Jim's> wife blabbed to a busybody neighbor
who called the First Sargeant who called the Squadron Commander who called
the Office of Special Investigation and in the retelling of the story it
was thought that we were bringing 6000 hits on base, possibly to taint the
water supply! So we go to the base hospital for a piss test and then they
let us walk back home.
NOW it kicks in! Trees start looming at me, lights are streaky and I'm
feeling very giddy.Even though I'm tripping, my mind is very clear, and I
can see how I've just screwed up things in a major way for me, my wife and
2 year old daughter. I related the tale to my wife and told her I had to
lay down for a while and work things out. I curled up in a fetal position
on the bed and closed my eyes. I could see this huge octagonal carpet
suspended in the blackest darkness. The colors blended from one corner to
the next, and I knew that each of the eight corners was emotion;the
burgandy corner was guilt, the maroon was shame, the dark purple was
frustration, and so on. Slowly, one of the corners started to droop down,
and as it did I could feel the associated emotion welling up inside me.
Suddenly the corner plunged into the void and I was wracked with
overwhelming guilt, so much so that I would violently shake and moan on
the bed. My wife came in when she heard this, and I pulled myself out of
it long enough to tell her,"It's alright, I've got to go through this
now.". She left the room and I returned to the floating carpet. After 45
minutes (an eternity, in my time) I came out to the living room, exhausted
and drenched with sweat. The morning sun was about to come up, and I
relaxed into a chair, put on a tape, and to the opening strains of
America's 'Horse with no name' the sun slipped over the horizon and shot
directly, but gently, into my eye.

Oh man...I can feel it now... it's so beautiful... God is silently,
insistently saying everything's alright... I can't describe how much light
and love was in me then... and now...

Sorry, I'm back. the next few minutes are so bizarre. Suddenly there was
no more music even though it was still playing, somewhere, out there...
all I could think of was how much I loved my daughter and at that instant
my daughter came straight out of her room and climbed into my lap. She
stared long and deep into my eyes and said, "Daddy, you have rainbows in
your eyes" and I realized that I was not made of flesh anymore, I was a
giant, glowing, sunshine-filled diamond, and fear fell away. Pain fell
away. And I was filled with the power of the Universe. Even weeks later I
could feel it. I had the power to look inside people and see their fears
and weaknesses and I knew they were totally powerless against me. Of
course, all the power I had was light and love and all I wanted to do to
people was to love and heal them and bring them into the light. It was
truly magical.

The Air Force wasn't done with me yet, though. I went to jail for a few
months, got busted from Staff Sargeant to Airman, money was taken from me,
they made up some shit to get me in hot water with the IRS and are still
making me repay some money they said thay gave me, but all in all, it was
worth it. For a very short time, I WAS 'THERE' and I'd do it all over
again.

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The first time I ever tripped it was with my brother at our parent's cottage
in ontario, on lake erie.  a perfect trip setting if ever there was one.  It
had just gotten dark, and this is a rather remote location so when it gets
dark it's DARK.  We were just starting to peak, and were in the process of
building a bonfire, when I glanced up toward the lake and noticed a light on
the horizon.

Keep in mind, this is my first time tripping, and I'm having a great
time--laughing my ass off, digging the visuals, etc.

anyway, I see this light and sort of stop and start to examine it and figure
out what the hell it is.  Often you could see the lights from ships going by
way out in the lake, and occasionally there would be an oil rig test drilling.
Both these things were sources of light, and considering the warpedness of my
perception, I wasn't sure my light wasn't just a ship or oil rig, but it sure
didn't look at it.

As I watched the light, I determined that it wasn't moving horizontally, but
it appeared to be getting bigger!!  closer, maybe, I thought, still figuring
it was some man-made, explainable object.

"what the fuck is that?" I asked my brother.

At the time I was a college sophmore in computer science, and my brother was a
junior in metalurgical engineering.  Neither one of us was stupid or
especially drawn toward the super-natural.

"a ship?" he answered.

"it's too big to be a ship, and i think it's getting bigger" I said.

now we were both staring at the thing.

"a weather baloon maybe" I said, trying as best I could given my mindset to
come up with a rational explanation, when inside I ALREADY KNEW it was a
messenger from another planet!!

"no, weather baloons don't glow like that!!" he said.

By now the thing was getting really huge, and was obviously glowing with it's
own light.

It wasn't a ship.

It wasn't an oil rig.

It wasn't a weather baloon.

"it's a fucking UFO!" I said.

my brother tends to be even more skeptical than I when it comes to things of
this nature, but I think he actually agreed with me.

I thought to myself, as I watched this glowing disk get bigger and bigger,
brighter and brighter before my eyes, this is it.  This will be mankinds first
contact with an intelligent alien life form.  the occupants of that spaceship,
which is apparently headed straight for us, will come face to face with
humanity, for the first time ever, and we, two tripping fools, will be
humanity's representatives.

I was convinced not only that this was going to happen, but that it would be
an historic occasion.  I wasn't afraid; rather I looked forward to being my
species' ambassador to these weary space travellers.  I wasn't even scared
that they were going to take me away; I thought it would be neat to see the
inside of their spaceship.

Well, we stared at it for another minute or two, and when it got to the point
where it was obvious that we were looking at a half-disk, I blurted out
"it's the fucking MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!".  We proceeded to roll in the sand
laughing for about a half hour, then continued with our trip.

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        I had a trip from hell experience. I was driving up to Milwaukee
to see Jerry Garcia over thanksgiving break. Getting thier about 5 hours
early Me and my friend ran into someone in a Van selling jewlery, chains
and LSD (GO FIGURE!). I bought four and split them with my friend. We
then headed over to the Milwaukee Museam of Art. After going through
thier for a few hours with great enjoyment we left to walk back to the
bradly Center. The building that housed the art was accross the
expressway and you had to walk over the overpass and through a parking
garage. I was starting to really peak and we ended up getting lost
somewhere in leaving the garage and ended up in a construction site.
After working our way through that we got hopelessly lost. Finnally
after getting back near the Bradly center we stoped into a cafe to get
something to eat(don't ask me what made me think I wanted to eat) I
ordered some screwed up combo like onion rings soup and coffee. This old
grouchy lady was the watress and one of two employies. The place was
filled with deadheads. I was dressed fairly conservativly in Jeans and a
sweater. All of them were really messed up. She constantly bitched about
how hard her job was and just in general was rude to everyone.. She
looked at me and said "You are the only normal one in here" at that
point I grimaced and burt out in uncontrolable smiles and laughter. She
then said "I don't know whats going on in here, your crazy too." I tried
to pull my self together and gave my food to a hippie girl who had
nothing to eat and was going in some caravan to california. I walked
over to the Bradly center and was looking for the entrance, we were
waiting up against the wall when two people right up in front of us I
guess asked someone for doses, then three guys dressed as dead heads
tied thier hands together with that plastic psudohandcuff ties and said
, Milwaukee police, your under arrest, operation so and so etc.. this is
where the trip went increasingly down hill. After getting into the
concert Still shook up and with my asthma giving me problems from being
out in the cold so long I listened to I think the first four songs. Then
I was overcome with depression and had to walk out.. I sat on the
interior stairs of the center and cryed, telling my friend what a looser
I thought I was, and how my life was worthless. Then I thought I was
going to quit breathing, I wanted to call the paramedics and go to the
hospital, but my friend talked me out of it, knowing what a mess that
would be.. Finally after about an hour of thinking about everything that
was bad and depressing to think about I pulled myself together. Some
deadhead was so fucked up he fell down the stairs on top of me and by
that time the concert was over. I then went out to my car, did more
mental acrobatics and drove home. I stoped at dennys after getting back
to illinois and order more soup, god knows why?... After attempting to
eat some and drink a little coffee I looked down at my soup, the carots
looked like "Steal Your Face" logos floating in beef broth...
Very Strange... .I really have nothing more to say except that It was a
trip to hell... However I did learn alot from it so I guess the pain
wasn't completly worthless...

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   Back in the spring of '90, I was attending Drexel University in Philadelphia
, and my roommate and I decided to drop, along with a few buddies who lived up
the hall from us. (This during a period of my life where I had just finished
having a slew of, not bad, but rather unpleasant trips) This was my roommate's
second trip, my 100th? (lost count) Anyway, we were engaged in wide and diverse
activities, like staying in our dorm room and watching TV to the music of Floyd
. Anyway, my roommate and I got antsy and left in his car. He felt fine to driv
e a short distance, he said, so we drove to Fairmont Park. Now, this was about
 3 hours into the trip or so, and around 1:00 in the morning. Anyway, the two
buddies had headed to Fairmont Park, and we looked for them. Feeling *really*
paranoid, because of some shifty characters parked next to our car who kept
staring at us. I'm not rascist, but perhaps they were, and they were black, I'm
white. Anyway, we left our cars, and climbed a rock formation which has a car
underpass under it, and overlooks the river. The lights reflected off the water
twinkling with the currents, providing some real good eye candy. Anyway, we sat
up there and smoked a bowl or two, and were watching the night sky, wondering w
here our buddies were, (and I was paranoid about getting mugged, even though we
had gone there a lot before) when we noticed what the clouds were doing. Even
though it was dark out, we could see the clouds and they were forming right
before our eyes. I have seen this once before straight, but it was nothing like
this...on acid, they kept forming cartoony shapes, like the Escher dragons biti
ng each other's tails, etc., etc. Extremely intense. Anyway, my roommate asked
me what I saw, and what I described to him (as it was happening) was exactly
what he saw. That made it really cool. So he then described what he was seeing,
as it occurred, and I was delighted to find that I *was* seeing what he saw, bu
t it was not suggestion, because I knew what I saw before he described it. All
in all a really weird experience, but I guess you had to be there. Anybody who'
s tripped before should be able to relate to it.

Anyway, later on that night, back at the dorm, our buddies met up with us, and
they related to us quite a story. They had gone to Fairmont Park, but further
upriver. They had had beer with them, too. (Don't know why--alcohol is a waste
of time on LSD) So they were feeling esp. paranoid when a cop car drove by
once on the highway with its lights on, then circled back, because he had seen
them, and parked and came over to them. They hid their pot and beer real quick
and *tryed* to sober up. Anyway, the cop asked them if they had seen anyone
suspicious because someone further along the river had been stabbed earlier by
a black man. The real kicker on this story is that two black guys had been
in the same area as my friends, but when the cop car pulled up, one hid under
a car, and another ran into the woods. AND they had come from the same
direction that the cop had said the incident occurred. The cop suggested rather
strongly that my buddies should leave the park, and this was one incident where
 my friends felt that a cop's advice meant something.


Any other good stories anybody has to relate? E-mail 'em to me, I love to hear
a good trip story, and I have heard dozens of good ones. It's sort of a hobby
of mine; I collect trip stories. I wonder if they gain any worth, like stamps
and baseball cards do, after many many years, or if they are rare?

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Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
From: [e-mail] (John_Q_Public)
Date: Thu, 30 Jun 1994 18:56:52 UTC
Subject: Good 1st Trip Story


I'll share the story of my first experience with LSD.  I think you'll enjoy
it.

I was 18, and I had been backpacking through Asia with my father, who had
hidden two hits of blotter inside his camera.  He was planning on finding a
place to give me the LSD as sort of a 'rite-of-passage.'  He himself had
recently had a very minor cocaine related 'heart-episode' and was reluctant
to take any chances with the LSD this time around.

So, about 2 months into our travels, we found ourselves on a houseboat on
Lake Dal in Srinigar, the capital of Kashmir.  Talk about paradise!
 Thousands of beautiful wooden houseboats, canoe-like boats called 'shikaras'
that paddled from houseboat to houseboat selling food, hashish, trinkets
etc....  No motor are allowed on Lake Dal, so it was quiet except for the
sound of eagles screeching, kids playing and the 'Call to Prayer' wafting
periodically through the air.  Indian tea served  in the morning and the
afternoon... Truly paradise.

We're sitting on our houseboat, and a shikara comes up carrying a middle-aged
couple.  The male was standing up in the boat singing an Irish drinking song.
 A real personality.  He was a total blue-collar, pub-scrapping Irishman who
worked for many years as a welder, but discovered that he was a mathematical
genius, put himself through school, and now is a professor at a prestigious
university in England - all the while remaining course, vulgar, happy, and
drunk on whiskey.  In any event, they shared our boat with us and we became
good friends.

We traveled together, the four of us, to Ladakh, the Tibetan region of India,
high in the Himalayas.  We stayed in a village called Leh which was as
Tibetan a village as you could find.

(and before I get flamed for being a stupid tourist, please understand that
this was a number of years ago...  ok - I'll accept the criticism of being a
stupid tourist)

At some point, Dad & I decided that this was the place where I should be
initiated into the world of psychadelics.  I started by taking a quarter of a
hit.  When John (the Irishman) got wind of this, he expressed interest, and
the second hit was given to him.  After about 30 minutes, I felt nothing, so
I took another quarter.  Another 30 minutes passed, another quarter.  I ended
up taking all four quarters = a full hit.

Still nothing had happened.  My father and I climbed up the mountain to a
cemetary above the village.  They call the landscape in this part of Tibet a
'moonscape,' and truly, aside from the whitewashed Buddhist Stupas that
aparently marked graves, it looked as beautiful and desolate as photographs
of the surface of the moon.

The village was below us, a maze of adobe-like buildings and narrow winding
streets.  All of a sudden, something began to change within my body.  I was
feeling a bit of a change.  At that moment, the Call to Prayer for the
villages few moslems began, amplified by a cheap speaker mounted on one of
the village mosque's minarets.  I stood up and a giant grin came over my
face.  I was tripping.

Dad and I walked the winding path down the mountain back into the village,
with me giggling and describing the sensations I was feeling along the way.
 We ran into John who was sitting outside of our rooms looking at flowers.

So there we were - two first time trippers, tripping our balls off in this
village, with shit-eating grins on our faces, smoking bidis like fiends and
generally making fools of ourselves.

I have rarely had acid since that has been as powerful as this was.  Both of
us experienced tremendous distortions in time.  I remember lighting a
cigarette and tripping for an eternity on the surrounding countryside,
returning to my cigarette only to discover that less than a millimeter had
been burned.

The Tibetans new something was up, and there was a constant parade of
beautiful teenage Tibetan girls coming around to flirt with us and watch us.
 We were in a garden-area, and there was a really old guy who seemed to live
in the garden.  He'd kneel in the garden and pray for hours on end, spinning
his prayer wheel.  I can still remember really tripping on the sound of his
wheel spinning around and around.

At some point we ran out of cigarettes and had to make the excursion into the
village to buy more.  Imagine two tripping fools cruising into the Tibetan
equivalent of a 7-11 laughing uncontrollably and trying to buy cigarettes.

The streets were muddy, and as we waled to and from the store, we passed
dozens of strange and exciting people - people leading water buffalo, Tibetan
monks, naked kids, Kashmiri traders and carpet salesmen, etc....  It was like
a circus and it was (naturally) enhanced by the drug.

My father had told me that one thing he really enjoyed when doing LSD was
looking at himself in the mirror and watching the flesh on his face melt off.

Sure enough, when I tried, I got the same results.  I haven't been able to
reproduce it since.  I thought it was hilarious.

Anyway, as often is the case with LSD, after 10 hours or so, it got a little
tiring.  I started coming down and John started getting a little wierd.  I
remember him running down the road saying "The cloud is a fucking fish," or
something like that, then laying down in a field of rubble and laughing and
laughing...

It hasn't been as good as that since.  It sure was a great place to learn
about the power and beauty of LSD.

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From: [e-mail] (NakedIn NY)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: I Freaked out on acid..Really freaked!
Date: 23 Jul 1994 12:19:06 -0400
Message-ID: <30rftq$[e-mail]>

I will put the story regarding the most fucked up experience at the Nassau
Greatfuld dead show.  I took 1 whole sugar cube..It had like a blue dot
where the drop was made. Someone later told me, examining the other cubes
I had, that it looked like 3, or 4 hits.  I freaked out!  I have tripped
many times and after reading lots about the acid tests and lots of history
about the 60's I believed I was normal, and was just having fun.  I never
before "Freaked" or even got out of hand, this night..I was so far gone.
It involved me running across the highway in the mioddle pof the night,
Thinking I was going to be kidnapped, and was being chased, then after
trying to break store windows to get the police, I tried to kick in the
little booth at a gas station mini mart. Because I thought one of the
customers was one of the killers and he was gonna shoot me.  I screamed
and begged the gas station guy to call 911 and he wouldn't listen so I
started kicking the door thinking he was in on it.
Police arrived and I thought they were the black military.(all the cops 3
cruisers showed up, they wereall black)  I thought I had been captured by
the black military and he questioned me and put me in the cruiser.  I was
waiting when 4 guys pulled up and I later found that they were just asking
for directions, I thought they were asking the black military to give me
up..(they were white in hippy clothes) I figured this was the white hippy
group trying to save me from the black military,  So I told the cops I
didn't feel well so I could get out of the back seat.  (I had used this
tactic originally to jump out of the car on the highway, of the two girls
I thought were kidnapping me.)When I got out of the cruiser I grabbed one
of the hippies shirt and screamed and begged him to take me with them..The
guy looked at me Like I was NUTS.  I said"You know me right???? Please
take me with you" He was like...I don't know you dude...He was looking at
me like i WAS A MENTAL PATIENT.  Well I ended up going to the
policestation and My girlfriend had to take a cab from Manhattan to Long
island just to get me home.  They let me off saying I had just smoked some
bad pot, but the chief officer wanted to bust me for LSD  But I had
nothing on me..MY pupils were HUGE  the Cops were like woa look at this
guys eyes.  Any how the cops turned out to be real nice and probably saved
my life.  At the point they found me at the gas station,  I begged the
cops not to shoot me.  It was a fucked up night and I say,   Do Blotter
acid stay away from the cubes or liquid if you have an imagination. it
really was like getting wacked on the head I had no idea what was real and
what was fantasy.  But I admit when I got to Orlando to see the dead..I
took a half of the other cube  :-)  I just figured don't let my
imagination run wild.. Try and behave  normal and think happy thoughts..If
you think about bad, sad, or painful situations while tripping they will
put you on a bad trip..I thought a bad trip was bullshit..people who
didn't know how to take the drug.  But it got me and I was really freaked
out.  I honestly believed I was going to die that night.  I apologize for
the typing but I am really tired.

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From: [e-mail] (Mike R Braden)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: Blue Sunshine Blotter Acid
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Date: Sun,  4 Sep 94 02:18:45 PDT

Last night, a group of my frineds dropped some pretty strong acid.  The acid
was "Blue Sunshine": white blotter paer with a part of a blue sun on the front
with small, thin pink lines on the back.  Four of my frineds, J.F., D.M., C.J.
and J.B. took 2, 2, 3, and 7 respectively.  The two that took two said that
they peaked in twenty minutes and that it was one of the most intense trips
they had ever had (they are pretty experienced).  The one that did 3, C.J.,
was passing out, curled up in a ball, and couldn't really move.  He damanded
that the others take him to the hospital, so they did.  We think he was tied
down and perhaps given thorazine (reports are uncertain).  About 12 hours
later, we found out that he was in a coma and that his doctors were concerned
about possible heart problems.  (however, someone has said that he did/was
doing ice and crack, which is most likely considering the outcome).

     Now, the last is the most bizarre.  He (J.B.) dropped 7 that night.
Holding a knife in his hands, he calmly declared that he was going to kill
himself.  D.M. knocked the knife out of his hands.  J.B. then stripped down to
his underwear and proceeded to attack D.M.  The group went and hid in D.M.'s
car while J.B. curled up into a ball on the curb.  He then jumped up and ran
into the hills, not to be seen for the rest of the night.  Talking to him
today, we discovered what became of him the rest of that night (at least what
he could recall).  He remembered being in a tree and demanding of someone
below their knives and guns.  He then proceeded to the backdoor of someones
house (sliding glass door).  The man sitting inside looked up and was surprise
d to see someone in his backyard.  J.B. proceeded to run/jump _through_ the
glass door, into the house, cutting himself up in the process.  He then demand
ed of the man all his knives and guns in the house.  The man ran into his
bedroom and locked the door.  J.B. tried to knock the door down.  The man
called the police.  In the mean time, J.B. had gone into the mans kitchen.
He drank some skim milk and took some pills that were laying around the house.
A cop comes in, tries to restrain J.B.  J.B. struggles and the cop hits him.
J.B. gets angry and punches the cop, knocking him (a 6'4", 240 pound cop) to
the floor.  Other cops come in and start beating J.B. and spraying him with
mace.  They take J.B. to the hospital where he was strapped down to his bed
with leather straps.  When his eyes cleared from the mace, he saw a bunch of
people looking over him (cops, docs, nurses, etc).  He then breaks free of the
straps and punches another cop.  The strapped him back down and gave him a
shot of thorazine, pumped his stomach, and called his parents.  The man whose
house he did this at is supposedly under psychological help for the trauma he
recieved. The hospital reported that they had three cases that night of bad
trips and labelled it "bad acid".

Now, I am not using these stories to show that acid is bad. What I am saying
is that you have to be careful.  They were told by the person they bought it
from to take no more the three, tops.  They had never taken this batch of acid
and didn't know its strength.  They should have taken one or two to see. That
and if they were going to push it, they should have had a sober, experienced
person to help if things get tough.  Acid is powerful stuff.  Be very aware.
Use common sense.  And watch out, this batch is potent.

Lugh

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From: Insert username here (Insert username here)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs.psychedelics
Subject: Bad trip **Please Read**
Date: 13 Feb 1995 22:18:26 GMT
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>

Hello fellow trippers,
   I just discovered this newsgroup and decided to post this message.

**This is a true story that happened to me about four and a half months ago.**

I bought some LSD from a guy I worked with back in October.  They were in
sugar cube form.  I took them home and put them in my desk.  I had tripped
on acid a few times before, but either with a friend or at school.  I was
home by myself one night (I live with my parents) and the temptation was
too much.  People had told me before to never trip alone because it would
send me on a bad trip.  But I decided... What the hell!  VERY BAD
DECISION.  I took one cube and forty five minutes passed without effect.
(It usually took about thirty minutes in my previous trips.)  I took a
second and waited about five minutes and I could feel it start to take
effect.  I wanted to be taking a shower when it fully hit me. (It's a
bigger trip than you can imagine unless you've done it before.)  I
showered for about fifteen minutes and then got out to discover my parents
were home early.  "Okay, I'll just play it off and say I'm going to bed",
I thought to myself.  I got in my room and laid on my bed looking at the
cieling.  I could actually feel and see the cieling dripping on my face.
This was some very trippy stuff.  Foolishly, I turned out the light.  I
got back in bed and after a couple of minutes started getting real
scared.  I thought for some reason that I was going to die.  I would close
my eyes for awhile, then open them to make sure I wasn't dead yet.  My
whole life started flashing before my eyes. (Sorry for the cliche)  It got
to the point where I was so scared I was going to die that I thought to my
self, "I need to get some help before this ends my life."  I got out of
bed and walked down the hall to the living room where my dad was watching
TV.  "I'm on LSD and I think I'm going to die!", I blurted out.  If I was
about to die but needed something to push me over the edge, the look on my
dad's face would have done it.  "WHAT!?!?!?!?!"  He was reeeeeaaaallly
pissed.  He sat me down on the couch and tried to calm me down.  From that
point on, I only remember flashes of what happened.  I remember taking a
cushion off the couch and throwing it into the fireplace.  Then I remember
walking back towards my room.  My dad put his hand on my shoulder and I
involuntarily turned around and planted a fist on his jaw.  He grabbed me
and threw me onto the couch and yelled       "Now you stay there!", and
got on the phone.  Next thing I new, I was staring up at half a dozen
unfamiliar faces.  They all had walkie-talkies and I heard one of them
say(while holding a flashlight in my eyes) "You can't see anything but the
pupil."  They put my shoes on me and led me out the front door.  My first
step outside was not very stable and I ended up face first on the
sidewalk, with blood running out of my forehead.  They carried me to an
ambulance and I don't remember anything else except arriving at the
hospital and looking up at doctors who were strapping things with with
wires attached to them on my chest a poking me with hard objects.  I was
strapped down on my bed and I kept trying to get up.  An old ugly nurse
kept coming over and asking me the same questions over and over and it was
driving me insane.  "This is hell."  I thought.  I've already died and I'm
in hell.  You don't (or maybe you do) know what it's like thinking your in
hell.  I started crying because I was so scared.  Then I fell asleep and
woke up to a doctor's voice.  "How ya doin?  Ya feel allright?"  "Yeah,
I'm okay." I replied.  "You ready to go home?"(Stupid question) "Most
definitely" I said.  As I got up and started leaving with my dad I heard
him say "You're a very lucky young man."  Whatever that meant.  Besides
the bad memories, I have a fuckin' huge hospital bill that my insurance
won't pay for because it was a drug related incident.  I haven't even had
a beer since that night.  I'm afraid to what it might lead to.  Well,
thanks for taking the time to read this, I'm not trying to scare anyone,
or tell you to quit using, I just know what it's like to have a bad
experience and if you haven't tried acid yet and are thinking about it,
make sure you know what you're getting into.

Any body else out there have any bad trip or other related instances?

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From: [e-mail] (Young Hippy)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: My weridest trip ever
Date: Sat, 15 Apr 1995 14:40:12 -0500
Message-ID: <robmoore-1504951440120001@r198_213_13_61.etsu.edu>

Last night I droped one hit of earth 1, it was very mild so just before I
peaked I took 12 motion sickness tabs this enhanced my tri to the point
where I felt like I was floating and any little thing I glanced at I would
zone for several minutes, whereas I had not been zoning all night before I
took the pills.

A friend took the same amount of pills and acid and it really scared the
shit out of him. He could not deal with the numbness, and the feeling of
his body being asleep

this sensation only lasted about an hour or so but it mad for a really
intense peak, on mild acid.

Has anyone ever experienced this. if so did you have similar experence

any comments are welcome.
[e-mail]

--
[e-mail]
The keeper of the secret

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Message-ID: <[e-mail]>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs,alt.drugs.psychedelics
From: [e-mail]
Date: Wed, 31 May 1995 21:45:29 UTC
Subject: My *second* trip - did it go sour?


I did acid for the second time over the weekend.  It was of course a
remarkable experience which words are inadequate to describe, but I was
astonished at how different it was from last time.  I'm interested in
advice from experienced trippers as to whether what I experienced is
common or anything to worry about.

My first trip, a couple of months ago, was 1 1/2 tabs of what was
probably averagely strong acid.  We stayed indoors the whole time
listening to music and watching things melt etc.  It was a totally
pleasant experience.  The visuals came on almost as soon as it kicked in
and there was at all times a sense that "I" was there in the middle of
it all, watching all the groovy stuff going on around me.

On the latter occasion we (I was in different company) took 1 1/3 tabs
each of some pretty strong acid in the afternoon and went outside for
some things to look at.  This was the first time I ventured outdoors on
acid and I got rather paranoid at times.  I felt that just sitting there
looking at the trees and clouds was suspicious (I'm still not sure if it
wasn't!) and that some cop or other authority figure would question us.
This was compounded, or perhaps even induced, by a period during which
one mischievous aspect of my personality transplanted the faces of
people I knew onto passers-by.

The biggest difference was in my mental state.  The visuals took longer
to come on (maybe because when it kicked in I was still walking to my
destination?) and at times were more threatening.  They could get pretty
impressive though! I also got distinct tracers, mingled in with trails
from birds and insects.  But all this was getting hard to concentrate on
because my mind was reeling.  While I was peaking time was sliding
around in a deeply weird way.  "I" was outside it and could marvel at
this phenomenon and wonder how to describe it.  My personality later
"fragmented" into a myriad of alter egos I never knew I had, some of
which I got to meet face to face looking in a mirror later on.  (I might
describe these in another posting if anyone's interested.)  The
personalities, some of which were disturbingly dark and sinister, were
"battling" for control.  "I" was in some higher mental state (cliche!),
able to experience this conflict, but still at risk of losing control if
I lost my mental battles.  The thoughts rushing around in my head
weren't what you'd normally experience as thoughts, they had their own
autonomy, as if they were alive independently of my mind.  The mental
struggle was exhausting - I was experiencing my mind "raw" and
unfiltered.  In this state it was natural to be thinking multiple trains
of thought or experiencing multiple consciousnesses simultaneously.
Maybe that's what it's like to be schizophrenic.  I began to wonder if I
was having a bad trip.  My conclusion was that I probably wasn't as this
wasn't really nightmarish, I wasn't freaking out or breaking down or
anything.  It was just mentally tiring, and I wanted to relax and fully
enjoy the visuals.

I found two mantras helpful, should anyone find themselves in a similar
situation.  For public situations, "they don't know you're tripping
until you tell them", and for when things got really intense, "it's just
the drug fucking with your mind".  Sometimes I had to repeat this one
over and over to myself before I could regain control.

Later we got back home.  On the way I was pleased to sense that I had
"won" my battles and by the time we arrived the personalities were
gradually merging back into one.  Now at last I could enjoy the
hallucinations listening to ambient music.  I was still frying a bit 14
hours after dropping.

So what caused all this mental turmoil, and will it happen again?  Was I
having a bad trip?  There are two possibilities: first, the stress of
being outdoors must have had an effect.  Second, I was smoking loads of
pot this time, unlike the other, and pot tends to make my mind race a
bit when I'm not concentrating on anything.  I should add that I am
normally a very stable person emotionally and seeing all these other
selves was quite shocking.

But it was quite a revelation to meet these other versions of myself,
and I'll be better equipped to deal with them in future, but I'm really
not all that keen on going through that again.  Are experiences like
this common?  Is the only alternative to give up acid?  If I don't,
what's going to happen next time?
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From: [e-mail] (G.T. Currie)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs.psychedelics
Subject: Re: Stories
Date: 10 Feb 1995 01:11:09 -0500
Message-ID: <3hf01t$[e-mail]>

>    Ok, here's one of my favorite parts of drug culture:  Stories!!!  :)
>We all have 'em and love to tell them:  favorite trip, weirdest antics, etc.
>Let's hear them and have some interesting reading round here!

    Ok, I'm gonna answer my message first then!  :)

    I remember my first year at university...  I had a very good
friend Cory that I would study with from midnight to about 6 or 7 in the
morning every night.  During the wee hours of the morning we would take
study breaks and debate philosophy or argue moral issues for fun.  We
became very open about our ideologies and eventually one night I said,
"You know what I've heard so much about, but never tried?  I've always
been curious about hallucinogens..."  My friend replied that he too was
curious about these drugs and that he'd be interested in setting up a
'scientific experiment.'  He was in his third year of bio/psych and I was
just starting my psychology degree.  So it started....
    We researched the many hallucinogens for the next two months.  I
spent hours in the library reading and visiting friends to interview them
about their personal experiences.  Feeling comfortable with our choice, I
returned to my home town to find some acid (the drug we had decided
upon).  My friends had all said that a half hit would likely do for my
first time and that if after an hour I had only minimal effects I could
always ingest another half tab.  I ended up buying 5 hits total for me
and my friend.  I thought, "hey, if it's weak we're better off having
extra and who knows, maybe we'll really like it and want to have some
more around."
    We had planned to drop on the Friday evening and had set up
several perceptual experiments that we wanted to perform.  It was
Thursday and I had been studying all day and night.  I popped by Cory's
dorm room to say 'hi' only to find that Cory too had had a brutal study
day.  He turned to me with a great big smile and said, "want to do it
tonight?"  "Sure!" I replied.  So, we started our tape recorder and
pulled out our journal book for the night.
    Journal entry #1, "12:01am first dose - 1/2 tab each, haven't
eaten recently."  From what we had both heard, the expected onset time
would be 20-30 minutes, so we waited...  10 minute mark, nothing.  15
minute mark, get ready!  20 minute mark, nothing yet, should be soon!  25
minute mark, still nothing but get ready!  30 minute mark, nothing...  35
minute mark nothing...  40 minute mark, still nothing...  "Hmmm," I
thought, "this should have started to affect us by now...  Well, I have
been carrying this stuff around for a week in my jacket wrapped in
tinfoil; perhaps the agent has been partially leeched out and the tabs
are weak..."
    So, at this point we made what was still a somewhat rational
decision...we would increase our dose by one more tab each.  It seemed
logical, if the drug was too weak to affect us we should increase our dose.
    50 minute mark, nothing.  60 minute mark, nothing, this stuff
should have started ages ago!  My friend thought that we had been ripped
off, but I doubted that my old school friend would have done such a thing
(especially since he had tried the same batch of acid with positive
affect).  70 minute mark, nothing....  So, at this point we made a
decision which to today I still can not see the rationality of...we
decided to take the rest of the acid.  A total of 2 1/2 hits each and we
had never touched the drug before in our lives.
    We moved from the dorm room to the kitchen to sit and talk.  The
nice thing about this area of the dorm (known as the 'cell') is nice
because it has only 3 rooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen and is sealed off
from the rest of the residence for privacy.  So we sat in the kitchen
eating chips and pop, when all of a sudden my friend Cory point to the
pop can and exclaimed, "Oh my god Greg!  Put the pop can down and look at
it!"  I set the pop can down on the table and looked, the can started to
breathe...in and out, smaller then larger.  "Cool!" I thought....then,
"Shit!  We've taken 2 1/2 hits each and it's starting to kick in...better
hold on!"  The kitchen was the best place to be...so many small and
interesting things to look at.
    We went to the sink that had little droplets of water in the
bottom of it.  By 'unfocusing' our attention, we could cause strange
effects to occur.  The sink became this rushing current of rapids pouring
down into the drain.  A blink of the eyes and it was the sink again...
    There was a poster around campus that week for a band known as
Anonymous...  It was a picture of a punk rocker's face with really
strange shadings that had obvious done with pencil.  There happened to be
one of these posters printed on green paper on the kitchen wall.  We
watched the poster for a moment.  The hair on the top of his head
receeded and disappeared while the shading on the face became more
pronounced turning the face into that of a 'wolfman.'  This is how our
experiment became coded as 'The Green Wolfman Experiment."  The face
cycled back and forth between that of the punk rocker and the wolfman,
back and forth like the waves on the shore.
    The kitchen was full of such wonders.  The doors on all the
shelves buldged inward and outward.  The hairs on our arms interweaved
continually and the hairs on our legs grew straight out.  The once plain
walls were full of intricate little patterns as was the carpet just
outside the door...as though some person had come by and impressed these
patterns into their surfaces.  I was somewhat disappointed though...  I
moved my hand back and forth in front of my face...no tracers...  I had
heard so much about tracers and I had none (but then again, I was only
experiencing the onset of my first half hit...).
    It just so happened that the residence was having a formal that
evening and people were milling around the floors providing a good cover
for the two of us;  if we acted strange, we could always have replied
that we had had too much to drink.  Cory's eyes lighted up and he
exclaimed, "I want to get socially interactive!  Let's go out to the
party and talk to people!"  I was a little nervous about this and really
wanted to just stay in the kitchen; however, he convinced me and out we
went to the party...
    Wouldn't you know the first person we started to talk to was the
person in charge of the entire residence system!  Surely this was not the
person to talk to while we were so affected by acid.  Eventually Cory
became confused by something she had said so we found a corner, sat down,
and went back over the tape recorder to straighten things out.
    TV!  I wanted to see the TV!  So we went to the TV room and I
watched the television for about 5 minutes but there was nothing special
about it.  This was rather disappointing, I had hoped that the television
would have warped or characters would have behaved differently or atleast
something.  I started to talk to a friend sitting next to me on the
couch.  As we talked, I was staring at his eyes...they were huge and
angular...much like those in Japanimation.  I couldn't break my gaze at
his eyes until suddenly he blinked...and his huge eyelids came down and
back up in what seemed to be a series of still photographs taken
milliseconds apart.  I complimented him on the largeness of his eyes and
then excused myself.
    Cory and I sat down in a hallway of the residence, it was time to
try our time perception experiments.  A friend of ours, Sean, had sat
down next to us to chat (but had no idea what we were up to).  The
experiment was as follows.  Person A would have the watch, pen, and
journal.  Person B would have to estimate the elapse of 30 seconds by any
means possible to them and tell person B when that time had elapsed.
Person A would then right down the elapsed time and ask person B how much
time they estimated had actually passed.  I was first to be person B and
Cory was first to be the recorder.
    "Ok, start....now!" Cory said.  "1 and... 2 and... 3..", I
thought but was then distracted.  "I'm sorry Cory," I appologized,
"there's no way I can do 30 seconds...  We've got to cut it down to 10
seconds..."  "No, keep going Greg, you can do it..."  "No, seriously,
there's no way I'll make 30 seconds..."  Cory smiled, "I'm still timing
you!"  "Stop!  Stop!  Now!" I shouted.  Cory looked at the watch and
wrote down the elapsed time. "What's your estimated time?" Cory asked.
"Oh my gods!  Atleast 5 minutes have gone by!"  I exclaimed.  Cory shot
me a strange look, wrote down my time, and said, "Actual time...11
seconds..."
    Cory didn't believe me, he thought I was just pulling his leg.
So he became person B and I became the recorder.  "Ok, start....now!" I
said as the second hand reached 12.  Cory started to talk to our friend
Sean.  They talked and talked.  All of a sudden Cory looked alarmed and
turned towards me, "Stop! Stop!  Oh no!  I forgot all about the
experiment!"  I wrote down the actual time and asked him for his
estimated time.  He replied, "Oh man!  Atleast 15 minutes have passed
by!"  I grinned, "Actuall time:  15 seconds!"  The time dilation was
fantastic!  I had never experienced anything like this before in my
life...but there was more to come still as only the first amounts of acid
had been absorped into my system.
    My visual field was vibrating.  Full of patterns.  Everything was
patterned...and vibrating.  I went to the washroom and as I came out Cory
was talking to a friend of ours.  As she walked away, Cory turned to me
and said, "Look!  She has a metal plate in her forehead!"  I looked and
sure enough there it was...a Frankenstein metal-plate forehead!  We
laughed...  But I was becoming aware of an apprehensive feeling...I
wanted to go somewhere...  Maybe the kitchen... Maybe the dorm room... I
just felt like we had to go somewhere...  Somewhere better.  Anyways, we
were sitting on the floor of the hallway with Sean debating about at
exactly what time we had taken what "dose" and Sean became curious.
"Dose?  Dose?  What did you guys take?" he asked.  I looked at Cory and
he at me.  Cory replied, "LS...."  "....D" I finished.  Sean said,
"Ohhh..."  At this point Cory and myself became worried thinking that we
had upset Sean or that perhaps we shouldn't have told him.  But Sean
turned to us and said, "Guys, it's just that we're in a hallway by the
doors of people's rooms!"  Cory and myself looked up in surprise and sure
enough that's where we were!  Our bubble of perception had become so
small and concentrated on what we were doing that we had forgotten where
we were and that we should be careful with how loud we talked about what
we were doing!  Sean merely smiled and laughed...he then became our
ground man for the night.
    Things were getting pretty intense at this point, we had
plateaued at a very high peak of the drug's effect.  Where there had been
no tracers before, they were everywhere!  When I moved, everything in my
field of vision blurred off with tracers like looking between two
mirrors.  I felt I had to go somewhere, it was winter and I figured some
cold air might do us good.  We went out into the snow and marvelled at
all the patterns in the snow.  We watched two trees that grew and grew up
to the highest reaches of the sky.  A friend had said to go and look at
stoplights, saying that the lights would change to different colours.  We
decided against going off campus since the drug's affect was so great and
we didn't know what to expect.  After all, I didn't want to pass out and
be found in a snowbank some days later!
    We went back in and returned to the dorm.  I was unable to write
and unable to focus on one thing for too long due to all the patterns in
my head.  Not only that, but my thoughts had become lightening fast and
branched out from one another...I would have one initial idea and that
idea would have five sub-ideas...those five sub-ideas would have
sub-ideas of their own and so on!  An infinite and parallel labyrinth of
active thoughts all perceived at incredible speeds.  All these
perceptions were very overwhelming.  I turned to Cory, "Tell you
what...we've seen what we've come to see and we've done one of our
experiments...  Let's call it a night aand crash out..."  Cory agreed and
he tossed me a sleeping bag as he hit the top bunk.
    I layed there on the floor.  My mind racing and spinning...lost
in the eddies of perception and thought.  Time was dilated now to an
unimaginable extent.  I looked at the bottom bunk where Cory's room mate
was sleeping...He was a Jehovah's Witness and actually kept Watch Tower
magazines under his pillow...  The moonlight was coming in through the
window and struck his head, giving him the impression of having a halo
about him.  I laughed, even through my current state of stress and
anxiety, at the contrast between the peacefully sleeping JW and me
tripping out of my mind on the floor mere feet away.
    I layed there for what seemed like hours.  I couldn't sleep, I
wasn't tired in the least.  It was as if the actual mechanism for sleep
had been removed from my system.  Sleep just did not exist.  I looked at
Cory on the top bunk and thought, "That lucky bastard!  Probably asleep
right now and away from all this stuff..."  I quietly called out,
"Cory?"  And the response came back, "Yeah?"  Apparently he was in the
same boat I was.
    We returned to the kitchen.  The acid was in full-blown affect
now.  During the week I had had a pain in my chest that had been with me
for a few days (probably a bruise from sparring).  My body-perception was
normal from my head down to my shoulders but then my body narrowed down
to an infinitely thin point at this point in my chest, flowed down about
three feet, curved around behind my back and up over my shoulder where it
then flowed off into infinity.  My body just kept flowing down through my
chest and off into infinity through this strange curved pattern.  I had
also lost the comfort that one normally has of one's body.  It was as if
my body no longer existed...that warm cozy cloak I had worn for all my
life was now gone....leaving emptiness...void...nothing...  This gave me
great feelings of insecurity and distress.  I explained to Cory that I
wished I could wrap myself up in a great big comforter or perhaps put a
ballon inside my side and inflate it so that I could feel the reassurance
of my body again.  In times of stress, one can always retreat to one's
body and hug one's self for comfort...for me this was gone.
    As I was washed over by my perceptions and thoughts, I discovered
I had lost another form or retreat and comfort.  Whenever you are
stressed or overwhelmed you can always close your eyes.  Away from the
world and safe in the warm darkness or fleshy colour (if it is a sunny
day or if a light is near by).  I was overwhelmed and closed my eyes to
escape all the visuals for a moment.  But when I closed my eyes, it was
still all there!  Even more so somehow!  I realized that I was here for
the full-haul on this trip...  It was obvious that the drug didn't affect
the outside world reaching my retina, it was affecting my brain's
processing of the visual information and my other internal processes.
There was no escape...but that was ok...we had prepared ourselves so well
that we knew we were on a drug and that in a few hours it would be gone.
All we had to do was wait out the intensity.
    At this point, my space-time perception had become greatly
affected.  The best way to explain it is like this....  Imagine that
space-time is an infinitly long cord going infinity far in both
directions (past and future).  Now, imagine our perception as an
infinitly thin plane cross-secting this cord at any given point.  Our
plane of perception moves an infinitly small amount of distance in an
infinitly small amount of time in a forward direction along this cord of
space-time--thus being virtually continuous.  What happen to me is that I
took a 'chunk' of this space-time cord and sliced it into five sequential
slices.  I was aware of my normal visual field, but I was also aware of
an infinitly large blackness reaching out in all directions (visual).  It
was upon this infinite blackness that I placed these first first slices
of space-time chronologically with the first on the left movig across to
the most recent on the right.  I then took the next 'chunk' of space-time
and sliced it again into five sequential slices and overlaid these upon
the original five.  The first five 'clicked' back one position but I was
still aware of them.  I then kept taking more and more chunks or
space-time as time passed and kept overlaying them upon the groups of
five that were accumulating.  These five groups clicked away and trailed
off infinitely away from me and upwards as they got farther moved from
myself.  Points of interest here were that I was simultaneously aware of
1) my normal perception, 2) my current five chunks of time, 3) all
previous slices, and 4) this special infinite space in which I was
perceiving space-time.  As well, if one experiments with the edge of the
visual field by moving your hand past the edge of your eye, you will
notice that your hand gradually fades as it loses acuity and finally
disappears from perception.  However, all my slices of space-time had
definate edges on them...like freeze-frames from a television show.  They
were square screens showing reality.
    Sean had come into the kitchen again and said 'hi.'  He had just
finished brushing his teeth in the kitchen sink when Cory came up to him
trying to explain the rushing water effect in the sink.  As Cory was
intensely focused upon the sink and his explanation Sean reached around
and turned the water on full-blast.  Cory stumbled back from the sink
shaken... "Oh wow!  Don't do that man!"  Cory shook, "It's like somebody
whispering, 'come here...  come here... I want to tell you a secret...'
And then shouting as loud as possibe into your ear except with your
entire sensory/perceptual system."  We all had a good laugh over that.
But overall it was too intense...I sat back in a large chair...
    I turned to Sean and asked him to turn the lights off in the
kitchen in an attempt to settle my perceptions...  As Sean was about to
do this Cory argued no, leave them on...  We then got into a fun-spirited
debate to see who could get Sean to turn the lights off or leave them
on.  Finally I said, "Look Sean, the lights are doing me more harm than
they are doing Cory good...turn them off..."  Sean agreed to this.  But
before he could act, Cory stood up and said, "No man!  I want to get
things loud in here!  I want to get my stereo and play some loud
music...  Or get a really loud band in here!"  "Oh!" I thought amongst my
perceptual rollercoaster, "Stereo...  Band...  Music...  Loud..."  There
was just so much happening that I thought I could just be perceptually
sea-sick, I thought, "yeah, you know...I could just be perceptually
sea-sick with all that is happening...in fact I think I will...I think
I'll puke..."  So I stood up, walked over to the garbage bin, vomited and
sat back down in my chair.
    Sean and Cory looked over at me nervously, "Are you ok?"  "Yeah."
I responded.  "Would you like some water?"  "Sure..."  Sean brought me
some water and I had a sip.  It was now that we were experiencing the
suggestability that can be found in this state.  At one point I used the
expression of something "splitting in two."  When I used that phrase,
Cory felt his body actually split in two.
    There was also an emotional aspect to the experience.  Shortly
after this Cory stood up and said, "Oh my god!  I've got an assignment
due Monday!  What am I doing here on acid!  I going to fail my course!
And my girlfriend is going to be here tomorrow!  What if I'm not back to
normal!"  He then caught himself being swept up in all this emotion and
smiled realizing its irrationality...  He was almost finsihed the
assignment and had another three days to finish it and his girlfriend
would not be here until well after the drug wore off.  He explained his
emotions as the worst possible gut-dropping feeling in the world, as if
he had just killed his family.  We laughed over this and all the odd
perceptions and behavior we had experienced.
    Sean disappeared for a minute and came back, "Hey guys! There's
overturned furniture up on 3rd floor!  Want to go up and look at it?!"
Cory wanted to go, but I wanted to stay put.  Cory asked if I would be OK
on my own and if he could go.  We looked at each other straight in the
eyes then in what was perhaps the most emotional experience of my life.
I could have hugged him.  In the middle of all these temultuous
perceptions, we were the only two people on the entire Earth who were
sharing and aware of them.  It was a bond of friendship we have never
lost, even to today.  Cory left me with the tape recorder and they turned
out the lights leaving me in my chair with my leather university jacket
over me.
    Where once there had been no effects from the drugs, that was all
that existed then.  All of a sudden the doorbell to the outer door rang,
"Shit..." I thought, "I'm in no condition to be interacting with people
right now."  So I stayed in my chair.  The door rattled and then someone
opened it with their keys.  I heard people walking towards the kitchen
from the outer door, two guys and a girl.  They stopped at the kitchen
and smiled in at me, "You look like your pretty comfortable there!"
"Yeah, had a bit too much to drink tonight so I think I'll just crash
here..." I replied as the world swirled within and without me.  "Ok, well
sleep tight!" she laughed and they left.
    At this point in the trip I became something that I can not put
into words...  I became atemporal.  I existed without time...I existed
through an infinite amount of time.   This concept is impossible to
comprehend without having actually perceived it.  Even now in retrospect
it is hard to comprehend it.  But I do know that I lived an eternity that
night...
    Eventually Cory returned and asked, "How long was I gone?"  I
replied, "I couldn't honestly tell you if my very soul depended upon
it..."  And I was honest.  He could have been gone 3 seconds, 15 minutes,
hours, days, months, or years...I had no idea.  All I knew was that he
was the best sight that my eyes had ever seen at that moment of my life.
We decided to try crashing out again for awhile and returned to the dorm
room.
    As I laid on the floor I thought, well, I came into this with a
philosophical/scientific purpose, I might as well keep work at that
goal.  So I started to analyse me speeding and labyrinthing thoughts.  I
had two theories based upon the correlatory nature of my thoughts (A is
like B, B is like C, D is like F, etc...) :   1) perhaps this was a
process that was always occuring in my brain looking at all different
avenues of logic or possibility before choosing the most appropriate.
All these hundreds of lightening fast related thoughts were a natural
process that I was only now aware of by means of the drug I had
ingested.  Or, 2) perhaps this was a dysfunction in my brain due to the
drug and was created soley by the drug interaction.
    So I decided on another experiment.  I would take two random
things and see how this system correlated them.  I chose 'the world' and
'a loaf of bread.'  My brain thought of thousands of correlations (they
both have a crust, they are both soft in the center, they both have
things living on the outside of them, etc...).  I wish I had been able to
right to record more than these few that I can remember to see if they
all made sense the next day.  However, I was in no condition to write...
    I laid on the floor for ages waiting the drug out.  Finally, my
perceptions went from 'clicking' along to a short moment of continuous
perception, and then back to clicking.  Eventually the moments of
continuous perception became longer and longer and the 'clicking' moments
shorter and shorter.  I was almost completely back to my normal
perceptions.  But, I could still force visual effects to occur by
unfocusing my attention to make the ceiling buldge and breath.  I called
over to Cory and he was at the exact same stage and also just as wide
awak as I was.  We got up and I went home to grab a quick shower.  An
hour later we met for breakfast.  We both ordered huge amounts of food
but barely touched our plates.  We spent most of the morning talking over
the experiences of the night before.
    We were surprised by the absolute parallel of our two trips
(perceptions, duration, cycles, etc.).  But then again, we had both gone
in with alot of research time put in, both had the same attitude towards
'the experiment,' had similar body structures, were in the same
environment, and had taken the same amounts and batch of LSD at the same
times.  There were only the more extreme space-time effects that were
unique to myself.
    Later I went back to my home town and my friend asked me about
the acid trip and how much we had taken.  When I told him we had taken 2
1/2 hits each he was shocked.  He said, "Greg, you guys didn't take 2 1/2
hits of acid each, you took 5 hits each.  I've been doing acid for years
and I've never had acid that strong before!"  Cory and myself had a
retrospective laguh over that one...
    As I walked home after my breakfast with Cory, I just took the
world in...  All the sights and sounds of the early morning, and the
feeeling of my body and mind.  I was glad to be back to reality...  I had
gone beyond the experiences of my life and beyond the experiences of all
my friends who had done acid for years just hours ago.  I was glad that I
had gone so far, it gave me enough insight into myself and the world that
I could think a lifetime just on the one evening's experiences.  It was
impossible to understand reality and our perception of it without having
a contrast to our 'normal' reality.  I now had that.  And enough insight
to make my entire lifetime philosophically worth while.  In the midst of
my extremely intense trip I promised myself that I would never do acid
again (altough a couple of days later I found myself pondering what it
would be like to take a smaller dosage!).  But I have never regretted my
experience...

G.

(Sorry about the length, I hope this will be of use to some people
interested in the acid experience and what the pros/cons can be of it.  I
neither encourage or discourage drug use...I only say to those who ask me
about drugs that if they are really interested in trying a drug to go out
and learn about it first and know what they are getting into.  Learning
about the drug is also an important mental preparation that can add much
mental support in the middle of a trip.  If you understand something
strange, you will not be afriad of it.)

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From: [e-mail] (Slazbo)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs
Subject: sunsets, skydiving and lsd
Date: 3 Jul 1995 03:28:58 -0400
Message-ID: <3t867q$[e-mail]>

three great things that go great together.

it was most likely a fairly irresponsible thing to do, but since I was
tandem I didn't fret about it.  Would definitly not recommend doing this
if you've never jumped or are doing a solo.

The entire afternoon that I was out at the jump site was amazing.  the sky
was filled with an almost snow-like scene, except every speck was alive
and moving with the music coming from some guy's car stereo.  Whenever a
parachutist would come down, the specks would seem to glide out of the way
and then slowly refill the void.

the actual jump was beyond explanation.  when the airplane door opened at
9000' it was like I was transported back in time and was being born.  an
almost ethereal peace settled over me and then I let go of the plane's
strut and floated off.  At this point it was almost a mental and emotional
overload as every part of me tried to come to grips with weightlessness
and seeing the ground so far away with the wind rushing by at seemingly
supersonic speeds.  the sunset created the best visuals I've ever
experienced before.  the rays were racing around the clouds and
intertwining with each other creating beautiful landscapes in the sky.
when the chute opened the entire scene shifted again to something almost
pastoral.  greens became really deep and livid and the river was
undulating across my field of vision.  every aspect of my vision seemed
alive and moving with graceful motions.  the touch down was extremely soft
and pleasant and my body became a part of the field and everything seemed
to be cheering and clapping and generally being excited by the whole
affair.

that explanation doesn't really do justice to the experience, but it's
always good to share good trips in some way.  has anyone else done
something similar with good results?  again, I wouldn't recommend doing
something like this, but it just so happened that I did it.  wasn't
planned at all, it just came together to create one of the best trips I've
ever had.

c'ya  slazbo
--Why am I so paranoid?  Maybe it's because I find it so--
                 hard to trust anyone

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From: [e-mail] (Kentucky J)
Newsgroups: rec.drugs.psychedelic
Subject: A's 1st trip   (long  :)
Date: 31 Jul 1995 13:13:35 -0400
Message-ID: <3vj2vv$[e-mail]>

I've seen several postings here from people about to taste their first
psychedelic.  What follows is a nice report written by a good friend
describing his intro into the psychedelic world.

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.... I doubt very seriously that I've done acid that much.... or any
psychedelics for that matter.  I've tried mushrooms, LSD and peyote.  I
have heard that some people use LSD in psycho-therapy.  I saw a television
show, where I believe it was Dianne Carrol (the woman who was married to
Vic Dimonne<-sp?) was talking about how she was tripping on acid whilst in
therapy, and that the doctor perscribed it to her for this purpose.  I
didn't realise that they had the alt.drugs, and alt.drugs.psychedelics...
etc.  I'll have to check them out one day.

My story.  Hmmm, okay.  Let's see.

The first time I actually did acid was in a little tablet, and I believe
it was called 'white lightning'.  When I was in college, I was living in
Baltimore, and I got involved in a band.  The 'head' of this particular
band was named C, he was 26, and was dating a groupie girlfriend who was
14.  C had a pretty big ego, as I remember.  He was always the head of the
band, and wanted to play lead guitar, and sing.  He also wanted us to play
all his original music, but he really wasn't very good.  C and I usually
ended up trading lead, and I was usually encouraged by the other band
members to do more, much to C's chagrin.  Anyway, C had bought a house
west of the city, in Woodlawn.  It was a very old, very large house, and
he was trying to get the other band members to move in and pay him rent.
The problem was that they all moved in but none of them paid rent.  There
were several teen-aged kids in the neighbourhood who enjoyed hanging
around that house.  Of course they would with all the drugs, sex and rock
n roll going on there.  I went over there one evening, ( It was the summer
after I graduated, so I would have been 21... 1980).  Someone had this
white lightning, and offered it to me.  I had always been frightened of
doing hallucinogenics because marijuana affected me so strongly.  I
thought that LSD would put me in a mental hospital, but for some reason,
because I had finished school, and had yet to really start working or
being responsible, I figured ... what was the worse thing that could
happen?  I would be commited?  Ah, no problem.  Of course, before I
actually ate the stuff, I discussed it for a long time with one of the
other band members.  He told me about how things would look different, and
how I would see trails, etc.  So I ate one of the tablets, and nothing
seemed to happen for a very long time.  I ended up going for a walk with
one of the neighbourhood girls to go buy beer, and when we came back, the
others had gone off somewhere, and they didn't come back till late that
evening, so it was just me and her.  I think she also did some acid.  I
honestly didn't feel like anything was happening, except the radio was on,
and they were advertising a horror movie.  The advertisment came on about
every 2.5 minutes, so it seemed, and it had the line in it, "It's only a
movie, it's only a movie"  This ad gradually became more and more
ridiculous sounding to me until I found myself putting one of my socks on
my hand and making a puppet out of it, getting under the table and holding
the sock up so that my companion could see it, and mouthing it to the
commercial everytime it came on.  I remember at this point, I was laughing
so hard, tears were streaming down my face, and I couldn't stop.  She
looked at me, and said "you can't tell me you aren't tripping."  I swore I
wasn't.  After all, I wasn't seeing what I thought were hallucinations.
Finally, I calmed down, and she and I sat quietly and talked.  She was
wearing fingernail polish that was clear, but shiny, suddenly, I started
to notice that when she moved her arms about, making gestures, I was able
to see the trails following her fingertips.  I think this was when I
realised that everything around me was different.  It was like being in a
whole different universe.  Everything even looked pristine, and alive.  At
one point, we went outside, it was dark out by now, and I remember looking
at the street, and being aware of how the street sparkled.  I had never
noticed this before.  Then I looked at the sky, and it looked like dark
blue foil, sort of like foil wrapping paper, not the shiny kind, but the
matte, etched kind.  The textured foil wraping paper you buy.  I suppose I
tend to be a person who is very much geared toward the visual, the
spiritual, and maybe a little, the philosophical, but all the visual
changes I was noticing made me ecstatic.  I remember also becoming
extremely aware of tactile changes.  There was a gentle breeze that night.
 I felt the breeze kiss my skin, and it was almost orgasmic.  I almost
felt as though I had been touched by God.  I felt like I was being
enveloped by all of nature.  I remember sitting on the front steps,
enjoying all these new sensations, then looking at a few long blades of
grass that were blowing in the breeze.  I started to believe they were
alive *and* aware, and that they were't just blowing in the breeze but
were stretching toward me, reaching out to me.  I remember reaching over
to touch these blades of grass, then suddenly becoming aware that I was in
the midst of so much life.  I began to feel like I was so connected with
all of life and nature.  I think, at that moment, I never felt more alive.
 I think somehow during this trip, I also became more aware of my own
*im*mortality.  I seem to remember thinking about dying, and for the first
time, it didn't really scare me because I seemed to be aware that my soul
somehow transcended anything physical....that in some way, and I didn't
know exactly in what way, that I would always exist.  I felt very thankful
that God had put me on earth so that I may experience the pleasures of
having a body, and being able to see beauty, and to hear music, and to
experience physical love and sensuous touch, which I feel are physical
manifestations of the spirit.  I feel humans are as creative as we are
because we have a soul, it's our soulful outlet.

Anyway, the last time I tripped was, I think about 1985.  By this time, I
had joined the rat race in a big way.  I had bought a condominium, and was
working.  I began to realise that I really couldn't do this anymore.  My
life was no longer free and uncomplicated.  When I would try to trip, I
would find myself becoming bogged down with worrisome thoughts... such as
getting the bills payed, making sure I did my tasks at work, suddenly
there was just too much responsibility, and I felt I really needed to keep
my mind sharp.  Of all the drugs I had done in my life, the only one I
would like to do again if I got the chance would be acid.  I loved the way
it made me think about things, and I know there were a lot of
earth-shattering conclusions that I had made on some of my trips... many
of them were forgotten by the time the trip was over.  I loved the way it
enhanced the enjoyment of listening to music, or listening to crickets, or
listening to the breeze.  In some ways, I think that death is something
like this.  I think that with death, because you are no longer tied to
physical binds, you become much more one with the universe, and you become
tuned into the true power and beauty of existance, but not in a physical
way ......Ahh.... but I'm rambling.  ( I tend to do this... must be all
that LSD I ate. ; ) )...

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HTH  with  BW's ......... enjoy !

John


"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together" .........
John Lennon

"remember that however extraordinary the experiences, there are always
further and greater experiences" ......... Mother Meera

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From: chronotron <[e-mail]>
Newsgroups: alt.drugs.psychedelics
Subject: 1200 mcg's or The Game
Date: 6 Sep 1995 00:19:06 GMT
Message-ID: <42ipdq$[e-mail]>

..So then i took 1200 mcg's of this purebred Octopus blotter, and after
the usual leave the body white light communion and birth of the
universe-genetic racial memory bit, i found myself (not to say that i had
any concept of "i," "my" or "self") in an unfamiliar space. I was within
a multi-dimensional web, somewhat akin to a sphere with a center
everywhere and circumference nowhere, being turned in on itself an
infinite number of times. The web was boundless in its permutations,
copmposed of blue hexa-octa-and decahedral cells and not in linear time.

I was not alone.

There were others,  distinct, and i believe non-human entities; and they
were mildly annoyed at my unannounced visit. They were rather busy,
engeged in a game, The Game; i was a pawn, one of many in the "stable" of
an entity called "Chako," a "7th-level oversser." The game took place on
many levels, only one of which was our familiar, everyday consensus
reality. Apparently, all beings vibrate at certain specific levels of
psychic frequencies; by seriously tampering with mine through the
ingestion of much dosage, I jumped temporarily to receiving "level 4"
data, and ended up in this "overseer" domain. Chako "told" me all this
through convoluted yet clear thoughtforms, which i understood only
partially, being limited in my wetware.

The object of the game, while ungrokkable to a level 1 entity such as
myself, did not appear to be entirely benevelent. For that matter, Chako
was not benevelent at all, and posessed of a rather demonic ambience.
Anyhow, as Chako's pawn, i was to face another, someone else's pawn, but
whether this other was human, when, where and on which plane was not made
clear. At this point, the the effects of the lucidant were waning, and i
was pulled out of the web, with no reluctance i must say.

Unlike many other trips where the revelations are fogotten shortly after
emergence, I was left with distinct memories of the events that
transpired and an almost engramatic warning of consequences of "jumping"
psychic levels. The strangest of all was the clarity of the name Chako
and the concept of humans as psychic pawns in overseer's stables, playing
The Game without a clue as to its purpose.

This happened several years ago, it was neither my first nor my last high
mikage experiment, but i have not been to the overseer domain since.
Psychomemetics, hallucinogens, fantasticants - call them what you will,
this was as real as anything i've experienced, mindset and setting
irrelevant at this dosage. I await the encounter with the other, and i
have no doubt i'll know when it comes. I hope i will be ready.

So, gentle people, have any of you ever had a like-minded journey? If so,
did you figure out what the purpose of the Game is?  I'd appreciate any
comments, thoughts and ideas you may have on this matter.

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From: [e-mail] (JACOBSON, MJ)
Newsgroups: alt.drugs,alt.drugs.psychedelics
Subject: FUCK THE POLICE : A True Story
Date: Tue, 25 Jul 1995 08:21:36 GMT
Message-ID: <[e-mail]>

Dear fellow trippers

1 1/2 weeks ago my friend David and I had an extremely traumatic experience
which I am sure will make all of you even more convinced that the police are
a bunch of fucking bastards and that the system (wherever you are) stinks to
high heaven.

But first let me tell you about the circumstances of this experience.
5 days earlier I went to a huge rave (about 6000 people) in Cape Town,
South Africa (where I live and where this whole story is set) ; I dropped
a cap of acid and had the most uplifting, euphoric experience of my life.
There were no fantastic visuals or anything - in fact 4 rfiends had caps from
the same batch and said they were practically duds. Anyway , my trip was so
good that I thought I must be the luckiest person out of all the thousands of
people there ; I won't go into much more detail about it cause there are no
words to appropriately describe what I had experinced. The point of this
is that when it came to the trip Dave and I were to have later that week,
I *knew* that it would be good; I was still basking in the glory of the one
at the rave.

This was also to be our first trip outside of clubs or raves ,so I aws
nervous but excited with anticipation. The night before we went to a club
to buy the acid - we only got one cap to split between us, but this was a
double-dipped silver surfer flown in fresh from Amsterdam that afternoon,
so we presumed we had made a prety good purchase.

Now for the main part of the story.  The next evening Dave and I went to the
shopping complex at the cape Town waterfront and bought tickets for the
animated film Pocahontas. At 5.15 we went into the cinema and dropped our
half-tabs.Half an hour and that lovely tingling feeling we know so well began.
After an hour or so I was getting very restless and sucking furiosly on the
lollypop I had. But I was determined to follow the plot of the movie right to
the end and in fact I did - despite sometimes getting lost in arbitary little
details of the animation, and becoming aware that the walls around me were
changing colour.

Then the movie ended and... bang! pow! ..the trip kicked in so hard I didnt
know what hit me!  We could hardly get out of our seats cause everything was
so fucked up. When we made it outside the archway with pictures on the walls
was warping hectically and I felt warm with pleasure and weirdness. Dave and
I needed to go for a piss and when I stood at the urinal I thought peeing was
the funniest stupidest thing in he world. We then proceeded to walk around the
shopping centre, amazed at the wonderful sights and sounds that hit us. There
was a funny old dude playing the piano- this sounded like the most hectic
happy hardcore we'd ever heard. I watched David's lollypop pulsating while he
told me that he was seeing it leave long trails when he waved it around.

We took a stroll outside where it was really cold, so decided to got o the car
to fetch our jackets. At the parking lot there was a security guard who seemed
to be watching our every move. Now in the car we had a couple of joints
waiting for us (this was to be yet another first for us - smoking up while
peaking on acid) but I said to Dave that we'd better leave that for now
because the security guard was making me a bit nervous... she was looking
straight at us and talking into her radio... I didn't want any cops to come
roaming around looking  for someone like us to pounce on. So anyway we left
the car and I forgot about being worried and continued to enjoy my superb
trip.

We headed for the BMW pavilion where they have luxury cars hanging from the
ceiling - this was intensly amusing - and clean , smooth decor , polished
floors etc which was very pleasing to look at. But of course we wanted some
more adventure, so we headed back towards the shopping centre... when we came
to cross a road I remarked to Dave that I could feel the sounds of the passing
cars deep within me, but all he could do was burst out laughing in reply.

Back at the shopping centre we went into a sweet shop filled with millions of
brightly colored sweets; I somehow managed to buy a long stick of gum and when
we came out of the shop I just began playing with it in my hands cause I didnt
know what else you were supposed to do with it ; I also marvelled ( and
laughed my head off) at how I had actually managed to acquire this gum.

We walked into a shop that we just couldnt understand; it had a whole lot of
interestig-looking stuff with people looking very interested in everything, so
we tried to look interested but simply couldnt. So we walked out and just
strolled around feeling like we were about to explode with energy any second,
every now and then closing eyes to see everything rushing towards us and
expecting (and wanting ) to be swallowed up by the ground at any moment. We
went into a bookstore which had the most unbelievably brightly coloured
magazines, toys, books, stationery, floor, ceiling , shelves, etc. I saw
other people looking interested in the things people are normally interested
in looking at, like magazines and cd's , so I tried to do the same to look a
bit normal; but trying to concentrate on anything just made me more inclined
to stare at the stupidest things, like blank paper, pencils, etc.

We sat on a bench in the middle of the complex where we could just watch
evereything happening around us. I said to Dave that it looked like people
were all walking leaning to the side, so he told me that he could tell what
type of people they were by the way they walked.

After a bit more walking around feeling very amused with ourselves, we decided
to go out to the car to get the dope that was waiting for us. On the way to
the parking lot I remembered the gum, so we proceedede to stuff our mouths
with the stuff ...a thoroughly satisfying experience. Once inside the car Dave
noticed that same bitch of a security guard staring at us from some distance,
so we just remained calm and chilled out for a while, enjoying the gum and
the pictures behind our closed eyes. After a while we got out adn opened the
boot  to get the joints... we were planning on goin for a walk towards a
darker area so that we could smoke them without being seen, but at this moment
there were still a few too many peolpe around so we sat in the front of the
car again chewing furiously on the gum and laughing and carrying on like
comlete loonies.

Eventually we couldn't contain oursselves any longer - we just *had* to smoke.
So we decided that we would walk to the exit of the parking lot and along the
road that lead out of there towards Sea Point (a suburb) - this was a dark
and quiet road and we thought it would be okay to smoke as we walked along.
Before we got out of the car, I was agonizing over what to do with my gum,
cause I didnt want to smoke with it ins my mouth but it was so good that I had
to save it for later; so I was immensely pleased with myself when I left this
huge glob perched on top of the steering wheel.

We got out of the car with our joints in our pockets and went round to the
back to put something (can't remember what) in the boot. As we were getting
ready to close the boot and move on, I noticed a police van drive slowly
past... it then stopped almost directly opposite us and when I looked at
the driver our eyes locked in one terrifying moment. We started walking away
and I saw out of the corner of my eye the reversre lights of the van come on
and it backed slowly after us. I was now panicking . I _knew_ that the cops
were now onto us and I was desperate to get away to avoid being arrested for
being in possesion of dope. We were going towards the exit of the parking lot
now and I couldn't understand why Dave was so calm about all of this - didn't
he know that  the cops were about to get us? I tried to tell him to head back
towards the shopping centre where we could get lost in the crowd, but he was
just asking dumb questions about what direction we would take to Sea Point.
I realised that it must be the trip thats making me paranoid ( this happend
on a previous trip - where I became terrified and it turned out to be my
imagination ; when I realised this , the trip turned into one of the best
I'd ever had )

So with difficulty, I followed Dave's lead and continued walking with him.
But I couldn't shake this feeling of fear, especially after walking past yet
another cop van (although this one was empty)... all the goodness of the trip
up to now had been converted into gut-wrenching panic; I was acutely aware
that we were being watched - particularly by the police. I heard voices which
I sensed were talking about how to get us. As we left the parking lot and
started along that dark road I was sure I saw that same van circling the area
from which we had just come, and I was expecting it -and other cops - to come
and get us at any moment now. I thought about getting rid of the dope now
while we still had the chance, but then I saw how cool and collectde  Dave
looked adn I thought he would think I was silly to waste perfectly good
joints.

I desperately tried to hang onto the rationallity that seemed to come to Dave
so easily, but the more I did so the more I thought about how we were walking
straight into a carefully laid trap... I thought about going to prison and
my "normal" friends and the rest ofsociety condemning me; I thought about how
I would bring shame to my parents and relatives - and also how I had just
blown my chance to continue with the fun , free life I had been living at
this time, though this idea seemed insignificant in contast with the shit
we were getting ourselves into at this very moment. All this time though
there was a slender thread of hope I could still cling to - the knowledge
that I was, after all, tripping and I could be compleely freaked out because
of that alone.

This thread of hope disappeared completely when the cop van drove up and
stopped beside us. Oh fuck! My heart was pounding. The guy in the van talked
to us in a very strange way. He was telling us something about people breaking
into cars in the parking lot and he wanted to check if ours was okay. In
between sentences he was speaking into his radio saying "... we've got two
guys here..." or something like that... I knew that we were being stalled
while backup cops were being called. He was asking us where we were going and
why we would park our car at the Waterfront if we were going to Sea point. I
was glad that Dave was still calm enough to handle the situation. He was
acting innocent and seemed to be speaking very sensibly, so I let him do all
the talking - later I found out that Dave actually had _no idea_ what was
going on cause he was so tripped out - meanwhile I was (even in my petrified
state) very impressed and relieved that he was putting on such a good act.
Dave suggested we walk back to the parking lot; thecop agreed with this -
aparently Dave had the idea all the time that this cop was actually tryig
to help! So back we headed , and what does this dickhead of a cop do? He
follows slowly at about 20 metres behind us, headlights watching every
movement we make. I was saying to Dave "how the hell are we going to get
rid of this dope?"  Despair. We couldn't drop it now - the cop would see.

Then Dave turned round and stopped walking. By this time he had also become
suspicious but luckiyl wasnt nearly as freaked out as I was. The fucking
bastard then sped up to us so quickly and stppped so close that he almost
knocked us down. He told us to hop in and as he rolled slowly by and I
realised that we would be heading straight back in his van I took the
opportuniy to slip th ejoint out of my pocket and let it fall silently to
the ground. Walking round the back of the van to the passenger side I noticed
with horror that Dave hadn't yet got rid of his. I whispered loudly "drop it,
drop it!" and just before he climbed in the van he too had flicked away the
joint.

We sped quickly back to the parking lot where the cop dropped us off , only
to be greeted by another one of the jerks. This one also began asking stupid
questions and trying to get us to give ourselves away by not knowing where
"our" car was - meantime the first idiot had dropped us in a parking lot with
hundreds of cars; it would take anyone a few moments to get their bearings
and work out were they had parked. At first I was babbling incohehrently back
at this second cop, fully aware that he would think I was acting very
suspiciously, but then I thought: now wait a minute! we're safe now . Fuck the
stupid cop. I angrily showed him the keys which I took from my pocket
(unfortunately I didnt have the wit at that moment to also tell him to shove
his head up his ass) and went to the car - which Dave had now found - an
loudly demonstrated how the key fitted the lock perfectly.

At this point I noticed with disbelief that the lump of gum I had left on the
steering wheel was gone ; I was now *convinced* that while the cops had
happily kept us stalled out on that dark road, they were busy searching our
car for drugs. I was shocked and releived that we had in fact had the dope
with us out there and not left it in the car... it turned out , howeverr, that
this whole idea was just fantasy (the gum had dropped to the floor of the car)
but this idea did contribute to the rush of thoughts and contemplation I had
a short while later while we were sitting down outside the shopping centre
again trying to get over this ordeal.

What I thought about and discussed with Dave, while I awas physically shaking
and feeling very nervous and fragile, was how it is so crazy and unfair that
the police and society consider us to be criminals - I mean , if someone asks
me if I have comted a crime I'll say no, but according to the law I should
have been put in jail long ago. Why is it that taking drugs is offensive when
it harms no one (not even the user, if he is not stupid about it) ; if I was
in another group of friends I might have been into drinking gallons of beer.
But of course this is _fine_, and even encouraged in society! And then theres
the police. It seems that they are just out to harass us; when they were
watching us in that parking lot they just decided that two young guys just
having fun must be up to something that posed a danger to society! Yeah,
right!

Anyway , all this thinking was getting me extremely distressed, so we went to
the CD store and listened to some music through headphones to try to get
ourselves up again. Somehow Dave managed to get his trip gooing well again
but when I closed my eyes while listening to the music I saw frightening
images of people all around me watching me and I could sense their suspicion
ofme. The music did help slightly, not by relaxing me, but by giving me a
sense of familiarity, of something I knew and liked. I felt a little more
comforable.

When we left that store all remaining traces of my trp, except for a feeling
of nervousness, vanished. Dave was still having a good time - the experience
had obviously not affeced him as harshly as it had affected me - which made
me feel more and more pissed off, as the evening wore on , that the cops had
done me out of a perfectly good trip.

Well, thats the end of this story... right now it is perhaps too soon after
this experience to have learnt anything from it; I am still feeling really
resentful and feel that I have an unfinished trip that I have to make up
sometime. I won't go on preaching my views now... you can take what message
you will from this story.

Enough said. Whew!

Jake



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