If the door was open or there was enough ventilation otherwise, no.
The version of this UL that I’ve heard ends with his mom pointing out that, rather than the guys sitting in the car all night smoking weed, they were gone all night and now there are airplane tire skidmarks on the roof of the car…
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I use to drop a little acid when I was young. Most of the trips were passive and fun, but one trip was two hits while on a camping trip.
That night, I saw many things in the campfire. I went on a very long walk in the woods that turned out to be maybe a 1000 yards. I thought I experienced telepathy with my friends at one point, but no one else recalls this of course. 
Finally, in the morning at the pre-dawn, I was sitting under a large pine tree and I saw every needle lit up in violet light. It was a breathtakingly beautiful sight and I have never seen anything like it since. Imagine a 50 foot pine lit up a little like today’s fiber optics Christmas trees, but all in violet and very subtle. I was listening to Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast at the time.
No matter how many times I tripped, I always tripped with friends and we never shared the same effects or visuals. I find this part of the story in the Op to be complete BS. I could accept a single person sitting in his car all night having an extremely visually real dream of driving to the airport. However, I cannot accept a pair sharing the experience. It sounds like a couple of UL jumbled together with a piece of Wayne’s World thrown in.
I never drove while on acid, but I did ride with friends that were. They usually drove slow, but not anywhere close to the Hollywood joke of less than 10 miles per hour.
Jim
My tripping days were from 1984 to 1991. The most I ever took was several hits of strong stuff New Years Eve 1985.
Hey Now! I just noticed your location. I went to around 70 Dead shows back in the day. I haven’t seen a concert by any of the surviving members in years and years but I’m going to the Bobby show in Ventura in a couple of weeks. A friend invited me. You going by any chance?
:Hijack: GO CHEESEMAKERS!
Do you know the guys from Heiser Vault? They are family friends.
Sorry no. I left a long time ago. And, as indicated, I endeavored to be stoned every moment I was there (although I can still recall summer humidity so bad a walk felt like a wade)
I have no idea, but I think I’ve heard the OP’s story before as a joke.
I do know that the one time I took acid, I had very vivid dreams that seemed so real that I thought they really happened - it took my friends a long time to convince me that I’d really just gone to sleep shortly after I’d started tripping, and that no, we didn’t drive up to Reno and have a really wild night involving a hitchhiker, a stripper, and a herd of coyotes. The weird thing is that my dream involved all of my friends and seemed to pick up where I left off in the real world.
Maybe when people do things like this that’s the case? They’re dreaming? I could be way off base on this one, but that seems a lot more plausable to me than them actually hallucinating full-sized airplanes.
~Tasha
I’m not saying it’s a fact, I’m just not ready to dismiss it so easily. I’ve had alcohol alter my sense of what’s real and what isn’t, so I wouldn’t necessarily be surprised if LSD could do the same with some people.
At any rate, I was posting more about the type of hallucination that happens. Some people apparently get mild visuals, others, like Scoundrel apparently have very vivid and real hallucinations. I don’t doubt either’s story, because acid has been described in many very different ways to me by many very different people.
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I noticed that Ratdog was playing down at the Ventura Theater, but wasn’t really planning on going. I went and saw The Others (I think that’s what they called the band) down at the Ventura Fairgrounds shortly after Jerry died, but alas, it’s really not the same, is it? Were you down at the fairgrounds when the Dead canceled after Jerry went into a diabetic coma? I suspect we’ve probably crossed paths.
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I lived in San Diego at the time and that was before my time as a Deadhead anyway. I went to my first show in '87. It’s really likely that we were at the same venue at one time or another. I never did see The Other Ones but friends told me that they were pretty good. I saw JGB at the fairgrounds right near the end though.
Acid hangover: Where the drug is mostly worn off and your body is wasted from tripping/laughing/smoking too much/whatever and feels just like a dirty dishrag - like your skin had a film over it.
If you drop at 5pm, by 5am you’ll be well tired if still awake. I mostly popped in and out of sleep for a few hours before going out completely.
I can only assume he started coming out in the early morning, his crew was in the trying to sleep but not quite asleep yet end of the trip.
I did definitely have acid hangovers.
I think they were mostly caused by dehydration because I had a very hard time ingesting anything.
It basically felt like several small furry animals had crept into your mouth and died.
I just want to iterate one thing : many people have many different experiences with acid.
I had a friend who had taken at least 12 trips with me and never had any visual effects, until we took some in broad daylight and started walking through the forest.
At first he got really scared because it was so different from the other experiences he had.
BUT the story in the OP is of course complete claptrap.
You might have a short shared hallucination if you are in the perfect set of circumstances with one other person.
This however is not an easy thing to accomplish.
We even had “vision quests” where we would eat a lot of acid and hang out in a small room discussing till we all had our brains runnning at top speed.
Then we would stop talking, open the door and step out into the forest.
That really blows your mind : every internal thought in your head stops immediately and your mouth just drops.
I have had some glorious moments, but also some very, very, very scary ones.
One even turned me off from acid altogether and I haven’t had the courage to use any hallucinogenics after that.
The problem with proving this type of UL, like the guy who hires the prostitute and it turns out to be his daughter, is how would you verify this? This is not the type of story that makes the newspapers, it would just be one of many embarassing things that happen to people on a daily basis. So unless it persoanlly happened to you or someone you know, how can you verify it?
The fact that it’s been spread around as an experience had by many, many people pretty much disproves it, even if you can sludge through the rest of the bullshit. How many posters in this thread have noted that acid is different for each person?
The story in the OP is utter bunk.
Even taking into account the great diversity of experiences people undergo, nothing in the story adds up.
If there were only 2 people involved it might have survived scrutiny, but there were 4 people experiencing exactly the same vivid hallucinations?
Doesn’t happen.
Mom is worried sick about her kid sitting outside all night in his car, but doesn’t do anything?
Doesn’t happen.
Story gets told in several versions by all different sorts of people in slight variation on the Internet?
It’s bunk.
When I was 23, I composed a song in just the way you described. Or rather it composed itself. I could never get it to sound as good when I played it on the piano.
Add me to the list. Mine are generally choral in nature and strangely ethereal. I’ve never actually talked about that to anyone, 'cause, y’know…hearing elves sing in your head is not generally considered a good thing in most circles.
Hunh. It’s practically REQUIRED in my circle.