The first Friday during winter break I tried acid for the third time, the first time I had real LSD and the second and third times I had n-BOMe. I took two tabs at a friend's apartment whose parent was gone. I had never been to his apartment which is in a shitty neighborhood. After ten minutes of having the n-BOMe in my mouth I went and smoked, after about 5 minutes I started to trip.
I was sitting across from a mirror and my entire body was sort of wavering in the mirror. I had a pair of glasses that refract light which just made it that much cooler. Everything was very colorful and moving quite a bit. I had never two tabs so it was a new experience. I went downstairs to where a bunch of people were hanging out. I sat down on the couch and just listened to music one of my friends was playing. I have a certain playlist that play when I trip but I was with a bunch of people so I wanted to take part in the conversations, only to find out that I could hardly put together a sentence let alone a few words.
It was very stressful not being able to put together even the simplest idea's or contribute at all to conversations. After a while I decided I was going to go upstairs and just listen to some of my music and enjoy the trip. I put in my ear buds and that's when the voices started. I was extremely paranoid during most of the trip; I thought I could hear the voices of my friends talking about me. I knew I was just being paranoid and it was just the acid fucking with me but they didn't stop. Everytime I put my headphones in they would start up again. Every time I took them out the voices would stop.
I was starting to get really irritated so I ended up just going back downstairs so I would know whether or not people were actually talking about me. It comforted me being around people that I knew and trusted. Being alone was where my mind really got to me.
The only bad parts of my trip was the paranoia and the bathrooms that were in my friend's apartment. When you turned the light switch on, the fan would start up too. It was a very loud, deep noise that scared the shit out of me(not literally). It seemed the longer I was in there the louder the fan got, I finished pissing and got the fuck out of there as fast as possible. I encountered the same situation 3 more times throughout the night.
One thing that was extremely cool that I had never experienced before was the geometric patterns that formed everywhere I looked, at one point in the night, around 4 hours into the trip, I was looking at my friends face, particularly at his pimples, which had morphed into tiny little kitten faces and formed arrows on his face. Pretty interesting haha. Ceilings also morphed into what I imagine would be a very rich persons ceiling. They were gold with very intricate designs inscribed into them. They moved constantly.
About 6 hours into the trip, around 2 a.m. Everyone had gone to bed, I sat staring at the ceiling which seemed to seep towards me the longer I started at it. I sat and listened to music until about 9 o'clock when I left. It really sucks not being able to sleep while on acid.
