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Once in college. I didn't feel a thing and then suddenly I felt everything, and it all felt so good. The air was a soft, sexy material stroking my skin. I was in love with everyone and everything. Then the colors intensified and changed. Very pretty. Then everything inanimate was breathing. It was entirely pleasant until I looked in the mirror. I saw an ugly monstrous version of myself looking back at me. Every flaw was exaggerated. I wanted to wash my face. I remember that most vividly. I was gripped with intense disappointed and I wanted to scrub my face raw. Suddenly, I thought about an old D.A.R.E. story about a girl who dropped acid and peeled off all of her skin thinking she was an orange. Well, I didn't want to be that girl. I got a grip on myself. "It's the drugs," I said aloud and left the bathroom. Found a friend who said, "You looked in the mirror?! Don't ever do that when you're on acid."
Would have helped to know that sooner.
Anyhoo, after about 4 hours I was getting pretty bored and tired. I had to travel to my aunt's place for Thanksgiving the next day. So even though that crap is supposed to keep you up for a long time, I crawled into bed and fell asleep. Mind over drug, mind over drug, mind over drug. Or maybe I just hallucinated that I slept. Heh.
My dad participated in one of Leary's experiments at Harvard. He was in the control group. The "didn't take any acid" group. Heh.
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