The day of the plan we all showed up sometime in the afternoon. My sister's boyfriend was supposed to be getting the acid. Half-sheet. The plan was to dose mid-afternoon and have some day tripping. Ideally, we would be finished by sometime in the early night hours, since everyone had shit to do the next day.
Initially, the scene was bad. The day tripping was fun but the group of scummy losers my sister seemed to surround herself with in those days was really setting the stage for a bad trip. Also, there were a few of these who were first timers. Again, not so good.
The acid was so-so. I took two hits initially and while I was definitely tripping out, there were not a lot of good visuals. As night set in, we went out to the bonfire site and started a roaring fire.
After dark, the tripping got better. We introduced the group to the petting tree which seemed to be a hit. I got some beer and was able to withdraw from the crowd a bit. It was probably for the best, since some idiot decided he was going to leave. Although a number of people tried to talk him out of it, he left anyway. Later we heard he got in a wreck. Moron.
Right about that time my buddy arrived. He and I struck up a conversation and he realized we were all tripping. Feeling left out, he left to pick up more acid, unbeknownst to me. When he came back, he talked me into taking more acid with him. I really didn't want to, as the tripping was getting old at this point, but ultimately I figured what the hell and took more.
The second round of acid was different than the first. Or possibly the cumulative effects were more intense. The visuals were way better at any rate. My sister asked for a light of her smoke at some point and I wigged out because she looked a hell of a lot like Pennywise in the light emanating from my lighter. Luckily, it was not long after I took the second dose that my sister and the majority of her friends cleared out since the initial acid was starting to trail off. A few left and a few stayed up at the house. It was good they were gone.
This left my buddy and I out in the field. The second dose was really kicking in. I looked at the sky and since it was a clear night with a full moon, this made for some interesting stuff. The stars coalesced into a bubbly stick man who ran across the sky. We were playing Ministry on the CD player and stoked the fire to about 9 feet high. After a good number of cigarettes, bong hits, etc. we decided to wander the field.
This ended up being the best idea of the night. The field was overgrown since it was late summer. There were grass stalks with fuzzy tops all over the place. In the full moonlight, they looked to be claws erupting from the ground. This made the walking treacherous. Ultimately, we came upon what I think was a large thistle weed. Without realizing, my friend and I were both crouched and staring at the plant in amazement as it was switching all around and seemed to be quite special. We realized after some amount of time what we were doing and stopped, since it was not really normal behavior.
For a long period of time we looked up toward the house, out to the road. Not a lot of traffic came by at this time of the day so the scene became a painting in my mind. The moon fed the illusion well, although the illusion was shattered when a semi drove through and the picture rippled away back to reality.
Eventually we wandered back to the fire. The sun started to rise. One of the idiots erupted from the house and screamed as loudly as possible, "It's DAYLIGHT! IT'S DAAAYLIGHT!!". My friend took this as a cue to leave and I myself attempted to force myself inside for some sleep. It did not come immediately but I did grab an hour or two before I had to get up again.
All in all, good times.
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