I remember my last acid trip. Was fun as hell. I had managed to get a hold of some liquid Mad Hatter, had about 4 hits in all dropped on chewey sweet tarts.
It started off as a bad trip, then again, it didn't help I was solo trippin'. Anyway, a friend came over and I gave him the last 2 I had that I didn't want. Well, when he started, he felt the same, so we both decided to do something to try and change it.
We took my dark sheets and put them over the windows, broke out the strobe light and put on some really funky music, I wish I could remember it now. Might have been Slipknot.
Anyone who's lived in a trailer knows the generic layout. Essentially it's a bedroom on one end, bathroom, bedroom, small hallway, living room, kitchen. Sometimes, the second bedroom is after the kitchen. Anyway, our's (me and my sis) was the former. Back to the point, I did this funky, herky-jerky, head-bobbin walk from the hallway to the kitchen window. In the strobe light, it had the effect like I was watching some old B-rated horror movie. Well, when I looked out the kitchen, I saw Michael Meyers (Halloween). It freaked me out, but I started laughing. So I did the walk again, then saw Jason. The next time was Freddy. Then the one after that was Pinhead.
I really freaked when I saw Pinhead. I went screaming back to the couch swearing that demons were after me. After my friend calmed me down saying that demons weren't after me, I got the bright idea to try and summon a demon. Well, we spent the next two or three hours sitting indian style in our underwear, burning incense and candle reciting who-knows-what kind of gibberish trying to summon a demon.
After that, I think we spent the next four hours or so playing N64 (shows you how long ago this was, huh?) playing 1080 'till we crashed.