Once while tripping on acid, I entered a room

and a man rushed up to me and whispered emphatically in my ear:

"I speak my own language and no one understands it but me"


Have any interesting things happened to you while under the influence of drugs?

I looked at my dog cross the room and was struck at how funny they walk.

But the next day, I didn't understand what I thought was so funny.

:shrug:

Whatever.

Don't leave your acid laying around and you won't trip on it.

That stuff'll rot your brain.

other than breathing buildings and toy puppies coming to life

I heard a car backfire. I put on camouflage face paint, grabbed a bowie knife, and went hunting for the Soviet sniper I was convinced had invaded my neighborhood. My Deadhead roommate brought me back inside. I miss her so much, I loved her like a sister.

I couldn't step on grass, ants anything... I felt like I could 'see' the life in everything around me. It was intense.

That's what I saw in the white textured stucco-esque ceiling stuff at a friends trailer while tripping. The insects looked like the Aztec paintings, but they were skeletal bugs with white bones and insect heads.

I was tripping, and I thought there were bugs crawling all over me... turns out I had lice, crabs, AND scabies... I guess you could call that a bad trip...

Once when we were tripping, we drove around in my brother's black hearse with our pet white rabbit (also tripping) who sat in the back seat wearing a top hat and the cops pulled us over. We couldn't stop giggling about the cops' lights going around and around and around.

They searched for alcohol back in the 60's, not drugs. They let us go and we continued on our way with the rabbit. And I wondered why our parents died of shame everytime we showed up home.

It was a long conversation and you know what? He never once told me to kill anybody. What's up with that?

Some greater insight into, and understanding of magic theory. Oh, and being able to get laid, without really trying. Both of my long time girlfriends I met, and took home from New Year's Eve acid parties. I've not done acid since 1999. I've not had much fun since then either. Hmmm. I think I need to go out, and find some acid, and the time to do it. Thanks for the reminder.

One time I went back into my mother's womb and was reborn, one time I saw the sky open up and Jesus reaching down to take the whole world into his arms, one time it was the Judgment Day and God and the devil were debating the fate of everyone's souls. One time I got teargassed at a concert - but that was real. More things than I can disclose here. I haven't done any since mid-80s sometime.

Not as the things they are- like, when I saw a chair, I saw sitting.

I put on Black Sabbath's "Vol. 4" while we were watching Sesame Street....We could have sworn that Bert and Ernie and Grover were actually singing "Wheels of Confusion." And dancing in perfect time to it, as well.

I have about a thousand acid/mushrooms stories I could tell. Many of them involve me AND Chavez...I wish he was around tonight to help me dredge up the good times.

I once played in three different bands on the same night, three different instruments, while on five hits of Blue Roses acid. While I was playing drums, it felt like my limbs were moving thru fudge; it was a real chore for my arm to actually make contact with the snare head in time.... Yet someone made a video of the whole concert, and I watched it the next day and my band sounded pretty damned tight. Huh.

I havn't touched that stuff in years, but alot of the conclusions I came to I still wholeheartedly believe. Your perspective truly widens.

Fourteen years later, however, Dock Ellis revealed an alternative explanation for his lack of control that day: he was under the influence of LSD at the time. According to accounts he gave the press in April 1984, Ellis had spent the morning of 12 June 1970 relaxing in his home town of Los Angeles, under the mistaken belief that the Pirates had the day off. Ellis said he ingested LSD around noon, but at about 1:00 PM his girlfriend picked up a newspaper and discovered that not only were the Pirates scheduled to play a double-header in San Diego that evening, but Ellis was slated to start the first game for Pittsburgh. Ellis' companion hustled him off to the airport by 3:30 PM and got him on a flight to San Diego, where arrived at 4:30 PM, in time for the double-header's 6:05 PM start.

Ellis told reporters he remembered little of what took place during the game itself:

"I can only remember bits and pieces of the game. I was psyched. I had a feeling of euphoria.

I was zeroed in on the glove, but I didn't hit the glove too much. I remember hitting a couple of batters and the bases were loaded two or three times.

The ball was small sometimes, the ball was large sometimes, sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I tried to stare the hitter down and throw while I was looking at him. I chewed my gum until it turned to powder. They say I had about three to four fielding chances. I remember diving out of the way of a ball I thought was a line drive. I jumped, but the ball wasn't hit hard and never reached me."

http://www.snopes.com/sports/baseball/ellis.asp

on acid I realized that all matter is mearly energy condensed through a slow vibration, we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, life is only a dream and we are the imaginations of ourselves.

I miss Bill Hicks

Have had a couple of very nice, expansive experiences with E though....

The most interesting thing I ever ran into, I was straight. I was at the University of New Hampshire and we had been up smoking and listening to music and had just gotten to sleep when this speed freak Lenny knocked on our door and said you have to see this. He was a really good guy who never slept, but he was relatively sane, and we all liked him.

So, we followed him through the woods nearby. Suddenly we smelled the worst smell you can ever smell, something like hundreds of rotten animals decomposing at the same time. Just SICKENING. So we looked around and it was coming out of a pipe buried in the ground.

So we keep going. There are all these weird, deformed plants growing. I grew up in Maine and NH and had never seen these bloated, weird plants before.

So we broke through the woods and found an abandoned WWII radar station. Old rusted dishes, crap all over the place. But then we went down into a bunker and there was a cup of coffee. I picked it up and it was hot.

We started poking around and found hidden cameras, something that appeared to be a trap door locked from the inside and some other weird stuff.

After a while, we realized there was not much more to be learned without earth movers and left to investigate the ownership of this land. We went to the UNH library and it turned out that the plot had been seized by the govt in 1941, then sold to an unnamed but approved buyer in 1957. It had never changed hands after.

We went back the next day and there was a brand new fence all around the entire site.

With triple the pipes spewing out that nasty decomposed smell.

...across a bay, and swimming with bioluminescent sea invertebrates. That last rocked. Lets see, some other strange experiences-- watching waves of light roll up a deep forested gorge in the afternoon; tripping during a sandstorm, and having coyotes come down into camp at dusk while the sand whipped and spun all around. A friend of mine made the all time classic acid comment-- we were in a group of folks tripping in the desert in Baja, and were all sitting on a fossil reef above the Sea of Cortez, when she looked down at the ground, littered with tiny shells-- and exclaimed "Whoa! Every little thing is something!"

on edit-- I just remembered one of my best visuals! A friend of mine and I were tripping late on a summer night and were out walking around the neighborhood. We decided to take a shortcut home through a park and school yard. It was a pitch black, moonless night-- so dark crossing the sports field that we could not see our feet. But way across the field a single flood light on the side of a building illuminated a swath of intensely green lawn. Some trick of perspective made the lighted lawn look VERTICAL rather than horizontal, so it looked like a giant glowing green wall. It was so dark otherwise that there was no frame of reference. We both stopped talking as we approached the lighted swath-- it looking like a huge green wall stretched high over our heads, and the illusion held until the instant we stepped onto the lighted grass. It was like stepping THROUGH the wall. Very cool.

sitting on the edge of a fountain, looking up at the stars, I marveled at the immensity of it all. She started crying, saying "I don't want to be insignificant!" Couldn't blame her.

talked my way out of it.

30 miles outside of nags head heading back west on us 70 for a return trip to knoxville 12 hours long. had dropped an hour before my last two hits of some killer strong blotter left over from a 2 week beach vacation. i had a joint in my mouth, a beer can between my legs and i hit a patch of hiway so straight you would have thought martians made it. i caught a great, shivering rush and hit the gas pedal getting it up to 100 then released my foot.. just as i saw the cop on the side of the road.

i ditched the brew, ate the joint, lite a cigarette and pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the cop to walk to my car.

spent a half hour staring at his gun and talking to the cop about the carolina beaches, sunburn, horseflies on ocracoke, radar guns, and nc state basketball as his head kept expanding and shrinking before my very eyes. he let me off, me being such a fine, well spoken young man and all with an FOP (Fraternal Order of Police) sticker on my car.

i do believe the spirit of jerry garcia was watching over me that day.

and i have never driven again while tripping, well, at least doing more than one dose.

looking back, i think that the combination of the acid, weed, booze, (and adrenalin) canceled each other out and i was acting sober when that cop got to my car window. had i been stopped another hour into the acid trip i would have been completely incoherent.

...at my cousins apartment. He had a print of a sailboat on the sea. I stood there, tripping, watching the water move and the boat sail. It was very pleasant. I bet I stood there for about an hour. I've had many more adventures from the old days, but that one was particularly serene.