Thoughts on my acid trip

This weekend, I tripped acid for the first time.
I had planned on only taking one tab, as it was my first time. I took the tab, and my and my friend started walking around campus. An hour later, I hadn’t felt anything from the tab. So I went back to my room and put two more tabs in (while I kept the first tab in also).
At this point, I had three tabs under my tongue, and I began walking around campus with the same friend again. We walked around for about half an hour and then walked back to my friend’s dorm room because he had to go to work.
In his room, he had a poster of a beach, with waves and a palm tree. I knew I had begun to trip when the waves and tree started moving.
As my friend left, his roommate came in, and I hung out with him for about 5 minutes before he announced that he was going in our friend’s house to teach her how to roll joints. I tagged along, as did one more friend.
When we got there, we hung out and cracked a few jokes as my friend taught my other friend how to roll. At this point all that was happening for me was image trails on things that were moving. However, I was beginning to feel more and more trippy.
We all went outside because my one friend wanted to smoke a cig, and my conversations always seemed to come full circle in some way.
After the cig, we went inside and we sat around for a little bit. After a few minutes, my friend turned on Bassnectar and plugged it into a subwoofer that was laying around. We listened to Bassnectar and smoked a bowl pack or two of weed.
After we finished smoking, the music took center stage in my trip. During the build-ups in the songs, I became increasingly nervous and anxious, and as soon as the bass dropped, I felt immense happiness. These emotions (to me) were not only my personal emotions, but they appeared to be the emotion within the room as well. While these emotions felt real to me, I realized that they were simply manifestations of the drug.
At this point I wanted to be alone, but I couldn’t trip alone in the house we were in because I had tripped shrooms there before. So we left to head back to our dorm.
The ride back consisted of more crazy music mixed with emotion. And for a little, I could taste the bass on my tongue.
When we got back to the dorm, I went to my room to be alone for a little and realized that we shouldn’t shun social interaction, because that’s what makes life interesting. We shouldn’t be afraid to be alone, but we should prefer to be with people.
After being alone, I came back out and hung out with my friends for the remainder of the night.
My most profound thought about the trip is that it will be whatever you expect it to be. I recognized moments during the trip where I could have allowed a bad trip to happen, but I didn’t want one to happen, so it didn’t.
If you want your trip to be spiritual, it will be. This doesn’t prove that there is a “spiritual realm” anywhere except inside of your mind.
It’s all your expectations and beliefs.