(September 29, 2018 at 6:15 am)paulpablo Wrote:

(September 29, 2018 at 6:11 am)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: Background music? 

Ummagumma did it for me. Uriah Heep held a birthday party for wizard, that was cool. Rick Wakeman took me to the center of the Earth and back out Mt. Etna.

With the acid it was fucking awful. I was with a guy who liked death metal and another guy who liked aphex twin. I went off on my own a lot to go enjoy the acid and get away from the shit music.

There were times when music didn't mesh with the visuals and ... mentals(?) ... but sometimes the whole came together beautifully. I had a black Persian named "Ratz of God" who, I swear, danced to our music. He loved "Astronomie Dominie" and watching him dance while the walls were doing a hula dance was amazing.

(September 28, 2018 at 10:18 pm)vulcanlogician Wrote:

(September 28, 2018 at 11:41 am)CapnAwesome Wrote: Done a fair amount of pychedelics but I've never hallucinated in the way op is talking about. I've had visuals but never been convinced that what I was seeing was real.

Dude, you need to get better suppliers. I've taken LSD so potent that (well before I peaked) I doubted that real was real.

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As an aside, one time when I was tripping, I looked up through a tree and saw fractal geometry. And (wouldn't ya know it) tree branches DO form fractals.

I don't know exactly what to make of this. My working theory at the time was that LSD shows us stuff that our brain normally filters out. Are there any Tim Leary types on the forum that can answer this?

Generally speaking, psychotropic drugs work by inhibiting or enhancing aspects of cognition (enhancing is just effectively inhibiting other functions). So it may very well allow us to see things we normally wouldn't see given the competition or mitigation of other functions, which likely has the same effect. So, pulling this all from my ass, I'd say there is support for what you say. For example, some drugs may suppress our tendency to individuate and distinguish our being from that of others and our surroundings, leading to a perception that all things are one and we are merely a part of that oneness. Is that oneness actually real independent of our perception of it? That's a different question, to which the corollary would be to ask whether the tree was actually a fractal in any real sense?

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I haven't had any interesting hallucinations. The most interesting were seeing the carpet breathe and seeing five golden lights floating in a constellation of sorts in the middle of my room. And I wasn't on any drugs for either. I've never taken anything like LSD so I guess I'm missing out.

I don't think I've ever hallucinated.

(September 29, 2018 at 11:14 am)The Valkyrie Wrote: I don't think I've ever hallucinated.

We might be living in one. 

This happened last year:

A dude and I went out of town together. We grabbed dinner at a well known restaurant, sat at the bar, and had one drink each. Let me describe this dude, so you understand why it’s hard to see why someone would want to mess with him. This is a tall, big, muscular (big and hard muscles), dude with an allergy to be nice. His face is always expressing anger for some reason. There’s a reason we don’t hang out anymore, but back to the story.

We talked outside of the restaurant for a good half hour and then we left. We had a 3 hour drive back home. It took us forever, because things got weird. I saw panthers and tigers crossing the highway over bridges that looped around over masses of water. We were in the open desert and there are exactly ZERO bridges there. “Dude, I just saw a panther!” I look at him and he looks like he’s seeing ghosts, “I’m seeing lions and tigers walking on water...” Fuck. We were both seeing it. We stopped the car and sat there. We saw an ocean that opened up for us (I’m thinking someone spiked Moses’ drink lol), we saw serpents, lots of bridges everywhere, and colorful lights all over. It was so real, though! After a while it passed, but we went home with horrible abdominal pain. This huge dude looked like a fragile being sitting there feeling vulnerable and confused.

Nobody approached us outside of the restaurant. I still don’t know wth we ate or drank that caused that.

(September 29, 2018 at 11:46 am)J a c k Wrote: This happened last year:

A dude and I went out of town together. We grabbed dinner at a well known restaurant, sat at the bar, and had one drink each. Let me describe this dude, so you understand why it’s hard to see why someone would want to mess with him. This is a tall, big, muscular (big and hard muscles), dude with an allergy to be nice. His face is always expressing anger for some reason. There’s a reason we don’t hang out anymore, but back to the story.

We talked outside of the restaurant for a good half hour and then we left. We had a 3 hour drive back home. It took us forever, because things got weird. I saw panthers and tigers crossing the highway over bridges that looped around over masses of water. We were in the open desert and there are exactly ZERO bridges there. “Dude, I just saw a panther!” I look at him and he looks like he’s seeing ghosts, “I’m seeing lions and tigers walking on water...” Fuck. We were both seeing it. We stopped the car and sat there. We saw an ocean that opened up for us (I’m thinking someone spiked Moses’ drink lol), we saw serpents, lots of bridges everywhere, and colorful lights all over. It was so real, though! After a while it passed, but we went home with horrible abdominal pain. This huge dude looked like a fragile being sitting there feeling vulnerable and confused.

Nobody approached us outside of the restaurant. I still don’t know wth we ate or drank that caused that.

Sounds like he spiked your drink.

(September 29, 2018 at 11:53 am)Jörmungandr Wrote: Sounds like he spiked your drink.

Trust me, I’m not a naive person. I’ve lived enough to know things. But I’ve known this man for years. He makes a living out of catching abusers, murderers, solving cases and making people pay for their crimes. He might be an angry man, but he’s a good man. Personally, I can’t be around him too long without growing bitter, because his bitterness in contagious, but he was always very overprotective of me. I doubt it was him. I think someone else spiked our drinks, or spiked mine and we always shared each other’s drinks, so he could have been dragged into it.

(September 29, 2018 at 12:00 pm)J a c k Wrote:

(September 29, 2018 at 11:53 am)Jörmungandr Wrote: Sounds like he spiked your drink.

Trust me, I’m not a naive person. I’ve lived enough to know things. But I’ve known this man for years. He makes a living out of catching abusers, murderers, solving cases and making people pay for their crimes. He might be an angry man, but he’s a good man. Personally, I can’t be around him too long without growing bitter, because his bitterness in contagious, but he was always very overprotective of me. I doubt it was him. I think someone else spiked our drinks, or spiked mine and we always shared each other’s drinks, so he could have been dragged into it.

His name wouldn't happen to be Brett, would it?

(September 29, 2018 at 12:07 pm)Jörmungandr Wrote:

(September 29, 2018 at 12:00 pm)J a c k Wrote: Trust me, I’m not a naive person. I’ve lived enough to know things. But I’ve known this man for years. He makes a living out of catching abusers, murderers, solving cases and making people pay for their crimes. He might be an angry man, but he’s a good man. Personally, I can’t be around him too long without growing bitter, because his bitterness in contagious, but he was always very overprotective of me. I doubt it was him. I think someone else spiked our drinks, or spiked mine and we always shared each other’s drinks, so he could have been dragged into it.

His name wouldn't happen to be Brett, would it?

Lol good point.

Well, I remember shit. So at least I have that. The time I don’t remember shit from a decade before, that one stings more. These things happen more that people might believe. It’s scary.

I used to dabble in psychedelics. Take enough LSD or mushrooms and it -will- completely alter your perception of the world.

I watched my best friend's head cave in on itself, and then poof back out to normal, only to repeat the process over and over. The rest of my perception was equally bizarro.

I suspect that the disinhibition of neuron activity simply gives the brain more input than it can process and interpolate coherently. In football terms, your brain then punts.