Not too long ago, my brother and I had a pretty good acid trip! It all started on a Friday, when my brother hooked up some acid for me and himself. We decided to fry the next day as soon as my mom left for work. When Saturday came, we dropped a tab each of some pretty HEAVY SHIT!! My brother called one of his friends over, to bring the movie, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. As soon as my brother's friend arrived, I started to trip. Everytime I spoke my voice echoed, and it sounded really deep. I found that very funny, and started to laugh! So, then we started to watch the movie, and my brother got up and went to the bathroom. He was in there for a long time, so I went to go check on him, while my brother's friend hit a bong and watched the movie. As I walked through the hall, is when my trip hit hard! Everything was distorted, and very colorful. I kept on walking with amazement, to find my brother talking to the toilet!! I stared at him, and asked him what the fuck he was doing, and he started to tell me that the toilet was talking to him. I started cracking up, and then left my brother alone "talking to the toilet". I went back to watch Fear and Loathing with my brother's friend and zoned out. I felt as if I were in the movie, traveling with Duke. It was pretty amazing!! My brother's friend ofered me some tokes, so I hit his bong, then my brother came back to join us. We all started to have a little cession, which intensified my trip. I started to trip out on the marijuana smoke, it changed colors!! I sat back, and stared at, as it changed colors. Then I looked up and saw butterflys flying around. I got up, but was unable to walk, the whole ground felt as if it were moving! I walked very slowly to my room, and my brother and his friend were zoning out, listening to the Doors. I layed down on my bed, listening to End of the Night. The instrumental of that song sounds so tripy when your on acid!! Time went by pretty fast, and my brother's friend left. We were experiancing the end of our trip, so we just chilled, listening to Inna-Gadda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly. The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor in my living room, while my brother fall asleep with the radio on. It was a pretty far out experiance!! I probably bake again next week. Well, peaceout and good trips to all!!