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Vieste
9,195 posts
30 months
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rohrl
3,938 posts
15 months
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Vieste said: Huxley ? Aldous Huxley. Twentieth century British author who wrote about his experiences of taking hallucinogens in a book called The Doors of Perception, after which the band The Doors named themselves. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aldous_Huxley
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Vieste
9,195 posts
30 months
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eskidavies
1,143 posts
29 months
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The Wall-Pink Floyd is a good film on acid,also the Lawnmower man
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4keymonsta
4,197 posts
18 months
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Your parents named you the lizard king?
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DrTre
12,428 posts
102 months
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Shamelessly thieved from b3ta and the back catalogue of a certain mr disaster prone "Acid and home-made ninja turtles These sort of stories are very hard to write about without sounding like a boasty t  t. Still that's exactly what I am so here goes. One of the most memorable was when I travelled to Birmingham to pick up a batch of Hoffmans, some high strength blotter acid. We got home, and from then on the night is a blur. I awoke the next afternoon in the airing cupboard, clutching a flowerpot with a telephone taped to my chest. I clambered out of my cupboard to survey a scene of devastation. Every door handle in the house had a carton of orange juice pushed on to it, with large puddles on the floor. Raising my eyes heavenwards I saw, instead of God, a variety of pizza packaging and canned food and drink gaffer taped to the ceiling. Cursing, I made my way downstairs, and opened the balcony windows to let some fresh air in. As I did so I looked down, and there, twelve stories below, was the tv out of my bedroom, along with the contents of my freezer (mainly belonging to my housemate). Sighing, I took a stella out of the fridge, rummaged through the kitchen ashtray to make a butt spliff, chuckled ruefully, and made an adult decision to clean up later, after a bit of shuteye. I entered my bedroom, and all thoughts of a nice sleep left my head. Lying atop my bed, snoring manfully, was my friend Pete, with whom I'd gone out. He had become a home made mutant hero turtle. With the shock arrived some flashbacks - the gaffer tape fun had continued and with the aid of glowsticks had made him some nunchucks, a gaffer tape eye-band (which later removed his eyebrows), a wok as a shell (it was never the same afterwards) and some t-shirts as knee pads" ( disasterprone)
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The Major
1,816 posts
42 months
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Ive heard that drinking orange juice or having something high in vitamin C helps to calm the trips with lsd.
Wish I'd have heard of that when one of my mates was on hallusagens and said everything he saw was glitching like when you get lagg in games and could see sound.
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Vieste
9,195 posts
30 months
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4keymonsta said: Your parents named you the lizard king? No some bloke from the doors.
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rohrl
3,938 posts
15 months
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The Major said: Ive heard that drinking orange juice or having something high in vitamin C helps to calm the trips with lsd.
Wish I'd have heard of that when one of my mates was on hallusagens and said everything he saw was glitching like when you get lagg in games and could see sound. Everyone always quotes the vitamin C thing. I'm not sure it's true, in fact I'm almost certain it isn't, but if it makes a bad tripper feel better there's no harm I suppose. What he meant was that you see "tracers" so if you draw your open hand across your field of vision you'll get pink lines following off the ends of your fingers. The "seeing sound" thing is cool. It's called synaesthesia, when the brain interprets one sense as another and happens for some people naturally. I've experienced it after eating cannabis resin. I saw pulsing colours coming out of my hi-fi speakers.
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AmiableChimp
2,398 posts
107 months
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Experimented a little bit back in 1988 when I was 17.
Started off with smoking hash, hot knives, etc. then we progressed onto mushrooms - they grew on the golf course next to the artificial ski-slope outside Edinburgh.
First time we boiled a load of them and made tea with the water, ate the rest on a pizza. This one didn't hit me too much but we freaked out when my mate's Mum & Dad came home and he turned all paranoid. When they asked him if he was ok, all he could say was "The door is blue" repeatedly. I left with a massive fit of the giggles and headed home.
About a week later, we picked some more, and I ate a couple of handfuls. Things went a bit weird from then. My mate thought his fag packet was spying on him from his shirt pocket and kept telling everyone to shoosh.
I kept hearing everything in echoes which was really doing my nut. I went home, and went straight up to bed fully clothed which sparked my Mum's curiosity but luckily she didn't push me too much (as I was now hiding under my duvet).
All night the echoing continued, also all my car posters around my bedroom started to glow (best way to describe it is like an HDR photo) and I had a huge drip of mercury dripping from my ceiling all night - never slept a wink.
I had an admin job part of which entailed looking thru reams of A3 printout - the digits were still moving about the page the next day!
Not something I would care to repeat, but glad I experienced it.
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vtgts300kw
402 posts
47 months
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The Major said: Ive heard that drinking orange juice or having something high in vitamin C helps to calm the trips with lsd. Also chocolate. A friend decided to take a trip by himself, he ended up in his hotel room, submerged in the bath full of orange juice which he had ordered from room service.
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K50 DEL
5,248 posts
98 months
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I've never tried anything and reading through the experiences on this thread I'm even more convinced I've made the right decision.
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4keymonsta
4,197 posts
18 months
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Sitting in the middle of the school playground tripping out of my face trying to peel and eat a couple of oranges because the shop didnt have any juice.. that was a giggle 
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juan king
755 posts
59 months
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DrTre said: Shamelessly thieved from b3ta and the back catalogue of a certain mr disaster prone "Acid and home-made ninja turtles These sort of stories are very hard to write about without sounding like a boasty t t. Still that's exactly what I am so here goes. One of the most memorable was when I travelled to Birmingham to pick up a batch of Hoffmans, some high strength blotter acid. We got home, and from then on the night is a blur. I awoke the next afternoon in the airing cupboard, clutching a flowerpot with a telephone taped to my chest. I clambered out of my cupboard to survey a scene of devastation. Every door handle in the house had a carton of orange juice pushed on to it, with large puddles on the floor. Raising my eyes heavenwards I saw, instead of God, a variety of pizza packaging and canned food and drink gaffer taped to the ceiling. Cursing, I made my way downstairs, and opened the balcony windows to let some fresh air in. As I did so I looked down, and there, twelve stories below, was the tv out of my bedroom, along with the contents of my freezer (mainly belonging to my housemate). Sighing, I took a stella out of the fridge, rummaged through the kitchen ashtray to make a butt spliff, chuckled ruefully, and made an adult decision to clean up later, after a bit of shuteye. I entered my bedroom, and all thoughts of a nice sleep left my head. Lying atop my bed, snoring manfully, was my friend Pete, with whom I'd gone out. He had become a home made mutant hero turtle. With the shock arrived some flashbacks - the gaffer tape fun had continued and with the aid of glowsticks had made him some nunchucks, a gaffer tape eye-band (which later removed his eyebrows), a wok as a shell (it was never the same afterwards) and some t-shirts as knee pads" ( disasterprone) That is comedy gold!
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AdeTuono
3,826 posts
97 months
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vtgts300kw said: A friend decided to take a trip by himself, he ended up in his hotel room, submerged in the bath full of orange juice which he had ordered from room service. Your friend ordered 150-200 litres of orange juice? From room service? 
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Vieste
9,195 posts
30 months
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4keymonsta said: Sitting in the middle of the school playground tripping out of my face trying to peel and eat a couple of oranges because the shop didnt have any juice.. that was a giggle You were doing it wrong the trick old wives tale was if you were on a bad trip eat and drink orange.
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Bandit
1,511 posts
150 months
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ascayman
3,222 posts
86 months
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vtgts300kw said: he ended up in his hotel room, submerged in the bath full of orange juice which he had ordered from room service. Course he did...
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vtgts300kw
402 posts
47 months
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AdeTuono said: Your friend ordered 150-200 litres of orange juice? From room service? The bath wasn't full. I saw the photo of the OJ containers.
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Tango13
2,654 posts
46 months
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I always thought eating lots of sugar was the way to negate LSD? Not that I realy care as I have no intention of trying it. I was once given some Morphine after a very bad leg fracture and it was f king horrible, the morphine that is, the fracture wasn't nice either.
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