What are your wierdest psychedelic experiences?

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

Don't worry - I put Aschroft on ignore!

Me, one was in Boston where my friend South of the Border Paul kept talking to this statue of a man on a prk bench and referring to him as Uncle Grandpa. According to StBP Uncle Grandpa was breaking all of the bird laws - the first and most important of all was not to throw balls of chocolate at me.

That was just one of the many hijinks of that particular night.

I'll share more if you share back!

[RandomKoolzip]

1. "South of the Border Paul!"

Then there was the time you and I were tripping and watching "Sesame Street" with the sound off while listening to Black Sabbath's "Vol. 4" and it seemed as though the puppets were indeed singing "Wheels of Confusion."

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

2. It was Cookie Monster to be precise. That was also the 1st time I

heard Innervisions by Stevie Wonder.

I remember being blown away by the intricacy of Higher Ground

[RandomKoolzip]

Yeah. And I also played an Average White Band song for you

that you seemed to really dig.


Another strange psychedelic experience was the time that I hung out with you and Todd, Motti, Paul, etc. at Todd Stiewing's house and I was the only one tripping on Mushrooms; everyone was swimming in his pool, and i remember seeing all the water undulate as one solid block of matter like a huge blue caterpillar. I laughed my ASS off.

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

7. Point: - I have been searching for that album since that day

the cover had a woman crossing a finish line.

Pointer Count: - I remember that, I think Drew P Dogg was there as well. Todd kept showing off. Yes...yes

[RandomKoolzip]

9. Yeah. You and Paul picked me up at Brandon Fisher's house....

I had eaten a free bag of mushrooms that some guy had given me at The Branford Festival the week before. I rememebr that during the car ride I was looking at the trees passing by and they seemed made out of Legos and all exactly the same size and shape.

Later that night we listened to 'Sgt. Pepper" in Motti's car and I had major chills up my spine during "Lovely Rita." Todd and you and I discussed whether eventually mankind was going to evolve into a state of matter which was made entirely of brainwaves or not. THAT was a great night. Lots of benevolence from all directions.

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

11. Paul and I used to drive around listening to 10 spot by Shudder to Think

And I remember how deep and beautiful it was

And Vanillaroma!

[RandomKoolzip]

13. Yeah...but nothing beats the night of "The Tape."

Or the first acid experience I ever had: being driven around by Greg Caruso, Andrew and Motti on a beautiful early fall saturday, listening to "Skull and Roses," and laughing uncontrollably. At one point, Andrew coughed and the car jerked forward. Somehow the two seemed connected.....


Shit, I have to go to work now. Ain't that always the way?

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

14. Ronnie

Hit ME!!!

Peace, and remember :My love ain't no joke!

[mstrsplinter326]

3. Dave Matthews concerts

I've never done drugs ever, but live dave matthews music gives me a natural high that's beyond explanation.

I was dancing during Crush and got so much of that high feeling I forgot I was dancing and was just lost in the music, then I thought I was going to pass out.

All Dave concerts are absolutely magical experiences for me.

Dave Matthews for President!

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

4. I'm not sure that counts but hey, who am I?

:)

[mstrsplinter326]

5. My guess is you are

ChavezSpeakstheTruth, but hey who am I?

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

6. I'm just kidding witcha

That actually sounds great. I'm not a Dave Mathews fan but I've definately felt that way sans drugs at concerts before!

[mstrsplinter326]

8. I know

To each there own. Word up.

[Nevernose]

16. I dropped acid when Dave opened for the Dead--

Does that count?

And, no offense intended, but "natural highs" don't count. There's nothing quite like a psychedelic experience, nothing quite like it at all...

[noonwitch]

10. A-Ha video made me feel like I was being sucked into the television

A long time ago, when MTV actually played videos. It was a stupid song with a creative video (even though the end ripped off "Altered States"). This girl gets sucked into a comic book about a "speed racer" type.

[m-jean03]

12. Hmm...

Only done mushrooms in the woods. I felt the trees breathing, that kind of thing. I found a special rock, that day. I can't tell you what was so special about it, but it was so cool looking. Had all these different colors. I felt it insisted I dig it out of the ground. Oh, and I felt like I became one and same with each subtle shift of environment I entered. Like a spiritual chameleon. It was pretty awesome. :hippie:

[Nevernose]

15. Fear and Loathing: Killed a rabbit; attacked by bats; busted by the police

"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" could very well be the biography of my life.

There were three of us, and fifteen hits of Krusty the Klown acid. We decided to drive out to Valley of Fire State Park. The radio was a hack job, so it kept shooting sparks out on the other two dudes in the cab of my truck. I was driving and stripping the wires at the same time.

They moved to the bed of the truck after the fire in my dashboard. I never even slowed down. Pussies.

Back there, they discovered that I had bad breaks. No pads, just calipers grinding on discs, this really horrible gates-of-hell sort of noise, and sparks shooting out the back.

The whole time I'm cruising down this dark desert highway, with flames and growling noises coming from underneath, more flames coming from the cab, and I'm weaving like a madman to avoid all of the fucking jackrabbits who have frozen in my headlights. These bastards are screaming and pounding on the back window; one of them is in tears, the fear is so bad. I'm laughing, having repaired the radio just enough to play "Best of the Doobie Brothers," but the tape is playing too slowly, like a record on the wrong speed. It doesn't matter though, because I'm screaming "PUSSIES!" every time they beg me to slow down.

Eventually I hit a rabit. Everyone feels the thump. Eventually I stop and back up; what if it's in pain? It is.

It's laying there with some kind of injury on its stomach, unable to move, obviously in excrutiating pain.

One of my friends -- the lesser pussy -- says, "I used to go rabbit hunting back home in Utah all the time. There's a thing you do if it's not a clean kill. You grab it firmly by the ears and jerk, until its head breaks."

So there we are, tripping out balls off, while this guy is swinging this fucking mewling rabbit all over the place, sreaming like crazy, and guts start flying all over the place. Yards of intestines over everything. And we're so fucking high that we can't tell where the intestines end and the tracers are beginning.

Anyway, to make a long story short, there are bats in the desert. Bats are attracted to invisible bugs hovering next to your hair. It's hard to see a bat in the dark, especially when they're swooping at your face. So, there we were, on top of Atlatl Rock, beneath the ancient pictograms, fighting off this invisible horde of swooping bats. It was like fighting at a psychedelic Alamo.

Eventually the park rangers showed. They even let us go, as long as we promised not to stop until we left their park (which really wasn't a problem, as we had no breaking mechanism to speak of). Mostly, they just couldn't figure out what we were on, so they had to let us go.

[Loonman]

17. I was listening to "Disintegration" while coming down

I could "see" the music. It looked like a blue-green shimmering mass that was all around me and that pulsed in time to the music.

[CrownPrinceBandar]

18. There was this time in college.........

when a group of friends and I ate some good mushrooms and went out to this rock face to hang out for the day. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing and everybody felt a part of the universe. Lo and behold, 8 turkey vultures (common in this neck o' the woods) rose up, riding the thermals. It struck all of us as odd since the number of birds equaled the number of crazy, tripping folk. Some of the birds came and went, but the number of birds flying around the rock stayed the same.

OK, so it may not be so freaky in the retelling. I guess you had to be there.