by thenewgreen



Mine was with a hallucinogenic --acid. I camped out on the Potawatomi Trail in Michigan when I was 19 with three friends. We all took acid at sundown. It was a fantastic summer night and the sky was full of fluffy pink clouds. We pitched our tents at the base of a lake and after the acid kicked in, we smoked some pot and went swimming. I remember putting my head under the water and hearing the hum of every motor boat on the lake, it was a calming sound and I felt connected to each individual boating experience -a strange thing. None of us would get out of the water because the mosquitos were really bad so we all just stood there with our ears just under the water breathing out of our noses.

Eventually we got out and started a fire. I remember the Beatles Revolver was playing and I climbed up a hill and sat next to a tree that looked down on our campsite. My friends joined me up there and we smoked some more. We were now peaking and the tree began to look as though it had a face and was directing us to look at our campsite. I saw the lake creeping it's shoreline closer and closer to where we sat (in reality 25 yards away) and eventually the water was at my side. I sat by the tree and attempted to run my hands through the water. The face in the tree was friendly and the music seemed to have an effect on it. -Wonderful stuff.

I left the tree and headed down to the fire to re-join my friends. We were all coming down now and unfortunately we were out of pot. We kept saying "I wish we had more pot, that would really help kick this back in".

Then down the trail we saw a light bouncing left, then right, then up, then down and all over the place. We didn't know what the hell it was then as it got closer we saw that it was a bicycle piloted by a man with a headlamp on. He rode right up to our campfire and said, "hey... you guys want to smoke a joint?" -No bullshit! Our prayers had been answered (perhaps by the face in the tree?). We smoked with him, he told us about his love for "night riding", our buzzes kicked back in and then he took off.

From then on out, we referred to him as "The Midnight Rider" and would often play the Allman Bros song in remembrance of the occasion

Good times.

I have some other stories too, some great and some horrible.

How about you guys? psychotropic is a pretty broad category...