Masks, and LSD

It's been an eventful weekend, one of revealing ones true self.
Last night me and some friends (some close, kinda close and some I didn't know at all) got a lot of LSD, and ate it, together for some fun.
I have had bad trips and good trips on acid, but this was the first true time I have really escaped a bad trip and made it a good one!

It all seemed fine at the start of the trip, the first anxious and swirly bits of it came thru as we all sorta made a rukkus. After a little bit I was sitting in the car with Byron, Tim, Laura and Cheyanne and I realised that I wasn't in a good zone, I was needing some kind of wake-up so I could be free once again. It's not that I didn't trust the people there, it was more because they didn't trust eachother, I knew that they were all tripping and they knew I was tripping, but I couldn't breathe, everyone else was being suffocated as well! All becase of the fact there was no single person there who hadn't taken a trip, there was no single experienced person to help get the confused out of the hole, but again, it's more of an inner choice before it can go anywhere you want it to.

I remember we would be all sitting around, I wouldn't say anything because no one was being trusting, and there was nothing but mind-fucking and people playing games. I wasn't being paranoid, there was reason!!!
Some of them picked on me because I wouldn't respond.
It felt like to me that everyone had suddenly discovered something they didn't want to about themselves, and it made them paranoid, very paranoid. and those things became visible on our faces, and the fact that everyone else could see, made them start playing with eachothers mind.
I couldn't handle it, being in such a terrible place with so many confused idiots, making me an idiot, it was overwhelming! I knew it was a bad idea to trip with these people,
Most of them are people I consider close to me, but I think it was the other outsider kind of people that made it more uncomfy for myself to be able to really get some personal space, as everyone was you know.. stealing my thoughts.
After what seemed like a good hour or 2 of hell, My beloved Sam came back with heather (first time of lsd for the both of them, and they had flipped out, left, realised they were still flipping and decided to come back and see how we were) and I knew first thing I saw him that I had to trust someone, and that someone was Sam, my best friend and brother since I was 4 years old.

I quickly managed to get him around the back of the house with me where i began to try and explain what was happening to him about what i really thought was going on, about the masks with people on the lsd, and he instantly understood, and we began to talk about SO much stuff that it really left a good impression on both our minds, not that we spoke crueley of anyone else, more that we just kept scanning in-depth about what was being said within ourselves... or something like that.
WE kept talking, expressing what the acid was doing to us in a positive way, and both of us had great things to say, it was like finding a true side of myself that I could really feel, and be able to share that with him, while I may not remember everything that was said between us, I will always remember how epicly awesome it was, and how it's left me better for moving forward with my current objectives.
So we dropped the acid at about 7.30 saturday night, and it lasted probably about 9 hours of that, and I had the largest dose.
It's now 8.23 sunday night, and today I have gone out and bought some possibly psychedelic mushrooms (they have been dried out, im keeping them until I can get some kind of verification that they are the type of mushroom I want) cleaned my room, (properly, like cleaned EVERYTHING) it took about 5 to 6 hours, and ive never felt more satisified, knowing I used all that unbinded energy I still had from the lsd the night before and put it into something thats gunna benifit my status and achieving my personal goals.

Wow.. =) much love people!