I remember munching down some Hawaiian copelandia shrooms in Holland, and shortly after was visited by what can only be described as a miniature Barney the Dinosaur. And this was with eyes open..! It only appeared in my peripheral vision though. If it turned to look at it directly it was eclipsed by a bright bluey white light and then dissipated into the surroundings. I remember it echoing my words in a high pitched version of my own voice, like an annoying child that repeats everything you say. After everyone had gotten into the flow of things and felt confident enough to go into the outside world, we decided to go for a boat ride down the canals (probably not the wisest thing to do whilst tripping). The light as it reflected off the water looked like millions of sparks bouncing off and dancing on the waters surface. Almost identical in colour and look to the sparks that fly when someone’s welding. I don’t know if anyone’s been to Amsterdam before, but there are parts where trees line the canals and form a very light arch, beautiful even when sober, but while tripping looked liked they’d warped and bent inwards which was breathtakingly beautiful. =)

Another time, on LSD, the shadows of tree branches seem to creep up on me, stretching across the grass as if they wanted to grab hold of my ankles. Ceilings often move in time with the music when I’m on Lucy too. I’ll also get a static TV effect now and then. Like hundreds of tiny dots in my visual field. I actually went completely blind once from just weed! Has anyone else had that??? Everything faded away to the point where all I could see was pink static lol. I had to prop my self up against a garage door. The odd thing was even though I couldn’t see for shit, I still managed to hold the bucket perfectly still while my friend pulled the smoke into the bottle. Now I look back on It, I think it was more a case of being so stoned that I didn’t realise I was seeing even though I was… :S

Anyway, moving on, closed eye visuals are where the real fun (and sometimes terror) begins. And so far nothing has come close to what Ketamine can produce (although I’ve not taken DMT…yet). I can always tell when I’m about to depart on K. It goes from a light feeling of disconnection, as if I’m watching a movie instead of actually being in my surroundings, to a sudden feeling of being pulled to the ground. By this point, if I’m not already lying down, I will, and close my eyes. I then completely detach, falling at a rapid speed. On one such trip I saw thousands of squares within squares forming an endless tunnel. Just like when you point a webcam at the screen, only rotating making a diamond shape is it does. No real colourful patterns like I get with shrooms, just what seemed like a huge space of black nothingness contained within these squares. As it started to slow down, white and fluorescent green zigzag patterns moved in from the sides of the squares until they formed an image. Instead of patterns that form into one or two images before morphing into the next like I get with shrooms, they formed into a whole scene. As if I’d arrived at a place. Whereas shrooms the images are manifestations of what I’m thinking, on K, it just felt as if I was watching them, not thinking them. In fact it didn’t feel like I was thinking at all. It’s really hard to describe in a logical way. :S
Anyway, I’d arrived in a dense forest with trees in lines that seemed to go up into the sky forever. The foliage was a fluorescent green colour like the zigzags before, as well as the plants on the floor. Everything was pretty much green expect a small clearing in the middle which was black and empty. I was aware of people standing around what was my brain, no body, just a brain. I didn’t actually see them, but knew they were there. It was at that point that I started to freak out. I was worried what they were going to do to my brain. And then I started worrying about where the rest of my body was and if I’d ever return to it. I was pretty much convinced I was dead at that point and it terrified me. This seemed to slowly bring me back to reality, and although I still felt very numb, I was aware of my body again enough to open my eyes. I could see the room, but at the same time I was still in the forest. Both realties seem to overlap each other and Sam’s voice (person with me at the time) was the gateway between them. Nothing he was saying made any sense and I felt pretty confused. It was like when you go “aaaaaaaaaa” and put your hand over your mouth, on and off. Very choppy and distorted. To this day it remains one of the most hardcore trips I’ve ever had. I’d also been smoking weed and took 125mg of MDMA powder and hour before, so that no doubt influenced the trip.
It actually took me quite awhile before I had the balls to go above little bumps of K after that. Mostly because of a mild feeling of still being slightly disconnected from myself for the 5 days that followed. Things didn’t seem as real to me as they did before. Depersonalisation is the technical term I think. That wasn’t too pleasant at the time, but ultimately worth it in the end.