SciFiFanatic101
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I was at a mountain ski resort in Romania with almost all of my medical school group colleagues, when fortune smiled upon me, granting me access to two blotters of 200 micrograms of LSD. I refused to take it then, since tripping alongside drunk medical students would have been quite awkward. Personally, I got drunk and vomited my first night, afterwards not touching alcohol for the remainder of my stay there. Two things that will be relevant later on during my LSD trip back home: an arab guy called Ahmad repeatedly barged in at night through our room to access the terrace that connected to the room near us where two female students were staying, obviously he was looking for some action. Second the guy that gave me the blotters left on the third day for some concert in Cluj.
I arrived home on the fourth of February, ate vigorously and took a blotter at 10 PM. First 2 hours were uneventful, excepting the fact that I didn't understand anything that was going on the TV. Suddenly the letters and numbers on my IPHONE started swirling and I realized that I'm finally tripping. Went to the bathroom and found it suffused with golden light after turning on the lights, and the sculpted tree branches above my tub began to sway and arrange themselves in intricate forms. I also had auditory hallucinations involving a wishing or whirring sound like that of an engine or a turbine enveloping every thought I had. At the peak I began to emphatically connect with all my medical colleagues, friends and acquaintances. I lost the concept of desire, and I couldn't realise why people wanted things from other people, such a strange concept to ponder. The day after I was in a state of, you could say egoless desirelessness or nirvanic calm, appreciating such simple things as chirping swallows or the sound of my footsteps gently touching the ground.
The day after I went to get a haircut, still moderately tripping, and during this some kid was streaming a live concert from his laptop that surprisingly was from Cluj. My first thought was synchronicity, but I recanted my initial conclusion, basically telling myself that LSD might be at fault for my magical thinking. I left it at that and went on to some other business, which included getting my XBOX ONE from my mother's house, when on a sparsely populated and rather backwood street I came across my arab colleague Ahmad driving his car crossing right in front of me, waving as he passed. I thought of both of them during my acid trip. Interesting things happened that day. I would like particularly Manjit, if he can to present his conclusion of what happened and to share similar stories. These experiences do fit rather nicely into an idealistic or holographic model of reality, although through what mechanism I don't know.
I arrived home on the fourth of February, ate vigorously and took a blotter at 10 PM. First 2 hours were uneventful, excepting the fact that I didn't understand anything that was going on the TV. Suddenly the letters and numbers on my IPHONE started swirling and I realized that I'm finally tripping. Went to the bathroom and found it suffused with golden light after turning on the lights, and the sculpted tree branches above my tub began to sway and arrange themselves in intricate forms. I also had auditory hallucinations involving a wishing or whirring sound like that of an engine or a turbine enveloping every thought I had. At the peak I began to emphatically connect with all my medical colleagues, friends and acquaintances. I lost the concept of desire, and I couldn't realise why people wanted things from other people, such a strange concept to ponder. The day after I was in a state of, you could say egoless desirelessness or nirvanic calm, appreciating such simple things as chirping swallows or the sound of my footsteps gently touching the ground.
The day after I went to get a haircut, still moderately tripping, and during this some kid was streaming a live concert from his laptop that surprisingly was from Cluj. My first thought was synchronicity, but I recanted my initial conclusion, basically telling myself that LSD might be at fault for my magical thinking. I left it at that and went on to some other business, which included getting my XBOX ONE from my mother's house, when on a sparsely populated and rather backwood street I came across my arab colleague Ahmad driving his car crossing right in front of me, waving as he passed. I thought of both of them during my acid trip. Interesting things happened that day. I would like particularly Manjit, if he can to present his conclusion of what happened and to share similar stories. These experiences do fit rather nicely into an idealistic or holographic model of reality, although through what mechanism I don't know.