A trip is a wish your neurogenetic circuit makes.
Was this before or after The Langoliers was published? 
Everything is back to norbal.
Hahaha, That’s hysterical
Growing up in the 60s I did way more psychedelics than necessary, some trips were good, some were bad, some were terrifying. Much later in life I discovered that the bad ones were just like the anxiety acts I was having. A couple of Lorazepan and gone! Amazing. Kind of bummed to realize I was paying $2 bucks a hit for anxiety attacks. Makes me feel like a Woody Allen movie.
Yeah, it’s very good for inflicting psychological suffering and emotional trauma and such, but damn near worthless for extracting valuable information. It took the Americans quite a while to give up on it, though - throughout the 50’s and 60’s, there were a lot of tests, often on unwilling and unwitting subjects. Absolutely incredible article, that one - and often very disturbing. For example, in order to figure out “if the Oriental reaction to LSD was different from the Caucasian reaction,” the Army intelligence command set up shop in a number of Asian countries, and went to work, administering gargantuan doses:
The American reaction? Next time, they increased the dose by 50%. 
I’m still waiting for the flashbacks I was promised! 
Yes, me too! I would love to see that Van Gogh sky again.
I don’t think you could call anything I experienced actual hallucinations, but, changes in perceptions.
My first time we went to the main campus at KU. I sat on the lawn in front of the statue of Icarus Falling and cried.
It was outside the school of aeronautics or some such. (It was 40 years ago, so memory does not serve.) If I remember correctly, I thought it really meant that all attempts to advance society were futile.
I was with 5 other people, four of whom had the maturity of mayflies. The other was our “safe net” He was completey sober and he was the only one who got it.
First time I did it, I knew it took an hour to set in. I took a half a hit (of something I knew was very strong). Waited an hour…nothing, took another half…nothing, took a third half (I’m not sure if I realized how much I was taking at this point) and felt VERY energetic. I didn’t know getting all bouncing off the walls feeling was just the onset and I thought that was it, so I took the last part. A little while later I had mostly forgotten about the TWO hits of acid I took and went with some friends and smoked a bowl. I remember thinking A)What IS this song (it was The End by The Doors) and B)Why is the wood grain on her desk filling in with colors. Then I remembered that I took all that acid and the pot kick started it. I did remembering hearing that the trick to getting your trip started is getting high.
I had full on visual and audio hallucinations. My audio ones were pretty much just what you might call disturbances in my hearing, nothing added, but I remember the radio sounded like a skipping CD. But the visuals…wow. I always compare it to the scene in Fear And Loathing when the carpet starts moving, that’s just about exactly what I had a few hours of. Anything with any kind of a pattern in it came alive. It didn’t climb off the plane it was on (like it does in that clip), but it would move around, fill in with color, raise up and fall back down. It was surreal, for lack of a better term.
“Changes in Perception” sound more like shrooms to me, but that’s probably because they were so gross tasting I couldn’t eat enough of them to really go balls to the wall. “Hey guys, lets put them in our ice cream”. Know what that does, it makes your ice cream taste like chewy crunchy nasty dried mushrooms. I think eating them with a handful of potato chips was about the easiest way to get them down since it sort of covers the consistency as well.
I posted this video in MPSIMS a year or two ago, and a respondent felt that it captured the feel of his LSD experiences very well. Does it bear any resemblance to the effects you saw?
THIS is more what it was like for me. Halfway through, when he starts manipulating the painting - that’s what it was like to finger paint on acid.
No, not at all. That’s far more intense than what I had. It was almost dead on to that scene in Fear And Loathing when the pattern in the carpet was moving. At least as far as the visuals were concerned. Also, once, I felt like I was about 100 times higher than I had ever been, but once I kept that in mind, I was more than aware that what I was seeing was just a hallucination (as opposed to a delusion), that it was from the drug that I took and that it would settle down in a few hours.
For me, nothing was cartoony and I wasn’t lost or immersed in it. It sort of added some new colors and patterns to reality, it didn’t replace it. I wasn’t going to start talking to the walls or worry that I was never going to come back.
There you go. That expressed the the impressions of the more radical levels of it better than any media production I’ve ever seen before.
Wow. That one too. That feels very true to the more moderate levels of the experience. Just unearthly beautiful.
My bad trips on LSD taught me that you can physically feel the horror of the existential meaninglessness of the universe. Not fun.
Also, apparently there are undulating faces in everything, including your skin and they are not happy. They look like souls trapped in Hades.
Grass fields looked like oceans of arms, much too alive and freaky.
Pine trees on the other hand, were pretty neat, as spinning warriors.
The overall, yucky, “artificial, chemical” feeling of acid took months to leave my brain.
These bad trips felt like years of traumatic psychotherapy condensed in a few days. Yes, bad tripping for days sucks.
Finally, never talk to your parents on acid, especially about their (lack of) reasons for bringing you into this world. It is just sad.
I’ll stick to Cubensis mushrooms thank you.
Never was really comfortable taking what was supposed to be LSD. I just didn’t know where it came from or who made it.
Fortunately my friends and I lived in the San Diego area and knew someone that smuggled in peyote buttons from Mexico.
Never had any experience with peyote that could be called a bad trip. I just made sure that I was in the middle of nowhere either on a deserted beach or in the desert before eating it. Never understood people taking hallucinogens at a party.
A different type of bad trip includes seeing potentially terrifying images of snakes, spiders, dragons, or assorted demons lunging at you and regenerating. It can be pretty cool if you have the confidence to see it through, but it’s actually a moral test, like an initiation,
The essense of a Bad Trip comes from your own innermost fears.
Were you raised in a household that went to church on a regular basis? You may have the notion (albiet, subconscious) that the “truths” you learned are not true. Or you might just be nuts
You knew that the carpet wasn’t actually moving, right? In a true hallucination, you actually believe what you see is actually happening.
So, that was a change in perception. The movement you “see” is probably you noticing the minute movements of your eyes. (physicological nystagmus) and/or the blood flow through your visual field. We tune those out as we learn language and interaction with others.
Back in the late '60s and early '70s I was a health volunteer for several drug studies. (No, none of the psychoactive variety.) While waiting for blood to be drawn, or other “sit and waits” I was often left in a confrence room that had the complete collection (to date) of the medical journals on psychedelics. I spent a lot of time waiting and reading.
Here is a list of medical and lay publications on psychoactive drugs from the 1940s to the present.
And here is a recent study on the lifetime use of psychedelics
Well, I guess I can stop waiting. It appears that flashbacks are a myth, or at least mis-information.
I read once, somewhere, that hallucinations are things you know aren’t real and delusions are things you think are real. Don’t know where I picked it up but it’s what I’ve always worked with.
Anyways, yes, I knew it wasn’t real, once I got my head in the right space (whatever that means when you’re on acid), I was well aware that what I was seeing wasn’t real and just a manifestation of the drug.
Yeah, some people insist that the term “pseudohallucination” be used when the, uh, hallucinator recognises that what’s going in “isn’t real.”
We (and I think most people) just called them “visuals”.
In casual conversation, I tend to use “visuals” and “hallucinations” interchangeably. Except when I’m feeling extra grandiose, then I call 'em “visions.” 