Orange Sunshine: Multi Days of Entheogens: Part 2

LSD: Orange Sunshine

Date: 2025.11.04

Dose: 1/2 tab

Ingestion Method: oral

This is one of my favorite types of acid I’ve ever taken. I consider it a rather “happy acid” and all of my trips on it have been rather light and sparkly except for one. I therefore thought it might be a good psychedelic to try using around people.

Considering I didn’t fair so well with the 2-cb, though (and given that I’m rather sensitive), I elected to take half a tab in this setting rather than my usual whole tab.

When it began to hit me we were at a stage inside of the boat and as the crowds poured in the large room seemed to shrink. The boat on this floor, as well as on this day due to weather, was rather rocky, legitimately, but this feeling of teetering was worsened by the acid. I felt quite dizzy and unstable and couldn’t dance for fear I’d fall down. But Ian was enjoying the bands there, and despite feeling dizzy I wasn’t otherwise uncomfortable so I watched him dance and stood there trying to keep myself steady and giggled with him about what I refer to as “the hamster face.”

The hamster face is the face that all of the bass heads make when the bass starts kicking and sounding extra grimy. I mean every single one of them do it; it’s so amusing to watch. Little innocent looking girls suddenly make this mean hamster looking face transforming their energy from innocent to menacing. There was a guy who looked like a caveman doing it, he could pull it off, but it makes me laugh more when it’s unexpected. They all make the hamster face and do some kind of lawn-mower-esque dance move. I jokingly did it toward Ian and this girl behind me saw and our eyes locked and we both started laughing. She got it; she knew what I was communicating. That was one of my favorite moments of the night.

I stayed there with Ian for about 3 sets before the dizziness threatened to overtake me and I told him I needed to get some air. The feeling of instability coupled with the intensifying claustrophobic feeling as more and more people squeezed in was starting to overwhelm me. We went outside for a bit and I felt much better.

We went up to an even smaller indoor stage room, but it was far less crowded and had a very different vibe… it felt comfortably intimate rather than stifling. I particularly loved this type of music as well, so I danced quite naturally, the music weaving its story through my movements. Winding my arms and body like a charmed snake. I danced and danced as if in my own little world. This night’s theme was also 90’s Raver Kandi Kids night, and as I glanced down at my baggy pants and caught a glimpse of my Kandi bracelets, one which said “Roxy” my old raver nickname given because of the 80’s dance club and the fact that I never stopped dancing… I remembered that when I was given this name people used to stare at me, dancing all alone, and say they were mesmerized getting lost in my movements just as I was.

I’ve mentioned I can’t really dance if I’m not feeling it, and here I realized why. It doesn’t feel like I move to the music, but more like the music moves me.

As the music journeyed on and he began to crescendo in his final culmination of interwoven beats for the last song of the set I felt as if I began to awaken from a trance and we made our way out through the small crowd to see the next artist we wanted to see on the main pool deck.

The cooler air felt amazing on my face and I was enchanted by the video they played behind this artist, it was very much like “DMT visuals” Ian said… aka “stuff you just always see.” It’s true, haha. I told him I should really make a job out of making videos to play behind the artists for their sets. We alternated between sitting down enjoying the feel of the wind and standing up dancing out on the pool deck. Rain showers came and went throughout and it was magical. We were amused watching the people move in waves to escape it while we just danced or sat in it and watched in awe as the rain danced along the laser beams creating an incredible scene. This music again took me on a journey, but I didn’t dance as much. I was distracted watching the people. Amused at their movements and their antics (they were playing games and spinning light sticks).

When we walked down the hall to our room the hallway felt neverending. I’d commented previously when sober about how trippy it looked, an endless hall with identical doors with swirly water patterns interlacing fish, but now it was intensified.

When we arrived at our room I peeled off my rain soaked clothes and climbed into bed and Ian insisted that I must take off my face gems so as not to injure my eyes in my sleep. We thought we’d lie there awhile climbing around in our heads as is often the case on acid, but I suppose we were spent and both drifted quickly to sleep.

This whole night felt like a story told through a melody. One that recalls something at the start again at the end. Like the way the sunshine is orange at both sunrise and sunset. 🌅