I got back from Glastonbury last week, and i think i experienced my first ever bad trip. And i must say it was quite something. This was the first time we had liquid acid, and i also made the bad judgment call of not sleeping before trying it. I mean this wasn't the plan, but we worked one 8 hour shift, had an 8 hour gap which was reserved for sleeping, but got used up rescuing a japanese friend of ours from what we thought was certain doom, but found out later that he wasn't lost and just simply lonely, but the language barrier came into play. After we were done with him we had an hour before our next 8 hours shift, and then by 4pm on Friday afternoon we were done. So instead of sleeping i thought i would drop the acid and go catch some acts.
I saw the fun lovin criminals and all was well, i came up nicely and the sounds were amazing. Once the band came off the real excitement began, basically i pranged out really badly, and was convinced i was surrounded by security coming to get me, i darted about the place, trying to head NW, slept walked quite alot with the aid of a friend who i was convinced was off her face, when i was the true culprit. Then ran about screaming mad shit, and crashing through tents that were inhabited. I was told that i looked like a complete mess, but what i saw was amazing, although it is very hazy. I was prepared to face my death, but didnt freak out or anything, a calm acceptance came over me, while at the same time my adrenaline was pumping extremely fast. I did somehow get back to my tent, and fell asleep, which is also interesting, as while it was my first bad trip, it was also the first time that i didn't need a tamazipan to get me to sleep after tripping.
Straight-Edge = :king: