		 DOSE:

		 15 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

Clarity in the Forest - Microdosing LSD

Setting:  regional burning man event in a forested but dry area

I was having kind of an emotionally difficult time (sober) at the regional burn in my area.  I was introduced to someone I sort of knew, but instinctively trusted, and they asked me if I wanted a microdose of LSD, explaining that it was 15 ug, or 1/12 strength of a regular dose diluted in some grain alcohol.   It was in a glass vial, and a small drop was placed on my hand and I licked it off.

I have been interested in microdosing for a while, along with much of the psychedelic community over the past few years, but have not been too interested in LSD because I have never really had a good relationship with this molecule (I usually prefer mushrooms if I want to trip).  However given the opportunity I was excited to try it.  I was told that in about 90 minutes to 2 hours I will feel increased heart rate, a change in mood, and maybe some stimulation but that I should not feel like I am tripping.

After about 15 min I felt increased social confidence, more interest in chatting with some people I didn't know that well, and an increased feeling of well-being.  At about the one-hour mark I decided to make my way back to my camp and chill for a bit by myself.  I started to feel happy and thankful to be where I was in the moment, noticing details of my surroundings, the beauty of nature and appreciating the creativity and energy of the other humans around me.  I felt more confidence to say hello to strangers and interact with people.  Back at camp, I felt my energy increase significantly, my heart rate increased and I was noticing patterns in the trees, the sounds of cicadas and birds, and the laughter and singing of people camped around me.  It was beautiful!  I felt thankful and appreciative.  I did a short yoga practice, really feeling and noticing the small details of how my body felt at the time, which muscles needed to be stretched or flexed, and which positions would be beneficial.

I had a strong urge to make some art and my concentration was on point- I focused in on small details and created a detailed ink drawing partially from my imagination and also based on the patterns I was seeing in the trees and landscape around me.  I felt very content with where I was, and also comfortable with the idea of going and doing something else if the opportunity arose.

At the 3 hour mark my partner came back to camp and I enjoyed our talk and the process of getting ready to go out for the evening's burn event.  I felt no desire to drink alcohol, smoke cannabis, drink caffeine, or change my mental state in any way.  I had energy to talk with people who came up to say hello (note- I'm usually pretty shy), and was also comfortable enforcing my boundaries when drunk or annoying people wanted to talk for longer than I was comfortable.  I generally enjoyed the evening although nothing really spectacular happened, and nothing horrible either.  It was a nice night in a surreal setting.  The main difference was that I felt very little shyness and I was more comfortable chatting with strangers and gracefully exiting situations that I did not want to be in.

At the 8 hour mark I started yawning (noticed that I had not yawned at all since taking the microdose) and by 10 hours I was in bed and drifting off to sleep.  I slept well that night even without smoking any cannabis and in the presence of a lot of loud partygoers.  I had some minor stomach upset that day and the day after, but nothing too serious.  Overall it was a nicely enjoyable, yet subtle experience and I would definitely repeat it!

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110564

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 37

Published: Jun 20, 2017	Views: 2,732

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LSD (2) : General (1), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:30

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		   T+ 3:15
		 30 mg
		 oral
		 2C-D

		   T+ 7:00
		 4 mg
		 oral
		 Melatonin

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

Substances:

LSD – 2 blotters

2C-D – 30mg

A few cartridges of nitrous

Melatonin – 4mg

Setting: At my fiancé and my apartment, I always feel very safe here when I trip. We have many ‘tripping’ toys at hand to play with.

Experienced with: cannabis, MDMA, LSD, mushrooms, DOB (unfortunately), salvia, nitrous, 2C-I, 2c-E, 4-AcO-DMT and DMT.

There are not many trip reports about 2C-D on Bluelight or Erowid.org so I figured I would help add to it. I did extensive research about 2C-D before taking it, but I didn’t have much information about combining it with LSD, or really any psychedelic.  I was getting tired of the severe nausea which 2C-E and 2C-I causes me but I was surprised about how easy this stuff was on the body.

4:00pm: I take the 2 hits of LSD blotter

5:00: make some pasta before the LSD hits me

5:30: Feeling the usual LSD silliness and experiencing some minor visuals. This is weak blotter unfortunately.

6:00: I do not seem to be coming up anymore, which I am fine with because I continue to feel very silly and talkative. Usually by this point in a LSD trip I turn inward to myself, but the light ++ allows me to stay social.

6:30: Take some nitrous, it causes visual enhancement and gives a nice pleasant ringing body buzz.  Nitrous seems to go so well with everything!

7:15: I wasn’t planning on taking the 2C-D until later on but my fiancé and I both agree that we want to take it because we are excited to experience its effect.

8:30: I start to wonder if the 2C-D is going to work or not. Did I not take enough? I search for some alerts that it is beginning to work but since I haven’t taken it before I do not know what I am searching for.

8:40: Take some more nitrous, I can definitely feel that something pleasant is arising in me.

8:50: I begin to feel a lot more talkative and witty. I feel as though I can recall any memory with extreme detail as my fiancé and I discuss the town and houses which we lived in when we were younger. Our conversation flows easily and I feel like a comedian, always knowing the right words to use to enhance my sentences.  I notice that the LSD feeling is strongly coming back

I notice that the LSD feeling is strongly coming back

, the visuals pick up again with more power and detail than before. I amazingly feel no nausea, which is strange for when I take a 2c-x as I have a weak stomach.

10:00: We both stare at the stucco ceiling and notice the interesting patterning which is occurring, mostly in purples and greens. Still no nausea to speak of, only a resonating pleasant body buzz from the nitrous I took which has not seem to have gone away. I am now at a +++.

11:30: The pleasant conversation continues and I feel as witty and smart as ever. My fiancé and I both agree on how similar this feels to when we took piracetam (a nootropic) with LSD, except a lot more organized and less immobilizing.

12:30: I still feel very stimulated, although I am relaxed and have no muscle tension; it is more of a mental stimulation. I wish that my mind would slow down but it seems to be as quick as ever, with no sight of slowing down. Visuals still prominent but becoming less pronounced.

1:00: Although my fiancé and I are still quite stimulated we decide to try to try to sleep, maybe the darkness, melatonin and lack of stimulus will help us to sleep. I notice rippling visuals when I stare at the alarm clock

3:30: I finally fall asleep after tossing and turning with a racing mind.

Next day: I woke up with a headache and extreme hunger – probably from not eating for a long time. Some ibuprofen gets rid of the headache and I do not notice any difficulty while doing homework later on in the day.

Overall I highly recommend this combination, these seem to synergize very nicely with each other. I feel as though the LSD enhanced the 2C-D effects as well as vice-versa. It was a very smooth trip overall with a smooth come-up with both chemicals. I have not had a trip this good in a long time so it was well needed - thank you 2C-D. I really enjoyed the mental clarity which the 2C-D presented as well as the pleasant visuals which would be noticeable if I searched for them, but not extremely ‘in your face’.  Thanks for reading!

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 87791

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Jul 5, 2017	Views: 2,415

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2C-D (103), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 0:05
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 0:55
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:55
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		   T+ 1:45
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 2:30
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 3:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 3:45
		 2 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 4:45
		 3 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 8:50
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

[Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

This was my first time ever experiencing a “candyflip” as many people call it, but I’ve taken LSD over 50 times and rolled (either on MDMA by itself or in the form of ecstasy 20-25 times). I also have experience with mushrooms (over 100 different trips), some of the 2c-x chemicals (2c-b, 2c-i, 2c-e and 2c-t), LSA, mescaline, MXE, DXM, DMT, Nitrous, cocaine, amphetamines, benzos, many prescription pain killers, and of course good old marijuana which I’ve smoked daily for the last 5 years.

It was a sunny day but it had recently snowed so there was still a good six inches on the ground the day that I experienced this combo. I had taken a test earlier in the morning for my entomology class and I did pretty good on it so I figured it would be a good day to take a trip, so I got to looking through the different substances I had on hand at the time, which was 6 hits of LSD that I had yet to try, 24” of san pedro cactus, a quarter of mush, and about half a gram of DMT. So I decided I would make some mescaline tea out of the cacti and hopefully drink it by 7pm so I could hopefully be coming up by 9 or 930pm. So I spent the day making the tea and smoking weed with my roommates until they had to go to work, but they said they were coming back later and we were all going to go to a party, (a costume part as it was Halloween weekend). Now knowing that we were going to be attending a party later I decided I wouldn’t take the mescaline because I’ve only done it two times before and didn’t know what it would be like with a bunch of people around, so I decided I might just get drunk tonight and save the trip for tomorrow. About an hour after making the decision to not trip my roommate texted me and said they were getting a bunch of rolls for tonight, so somewhat disappointed that they didn’t ask me if I wanted any I figured I’d take a hit of acid, as I didn’t really feel like getting drunk that night anyways.

7:30pm- I took one hit of acid on a fairly empty stomach to test the quality as I had recently acquired it and I had watched my guy put the drops onto the sour patch kids, which were really fat drops. After ingesting the acid I decided to smoke a bow of some pretty dank indica my buddy had recently grown.

7:50pm- I was feeling pretty stoned off the bowl of weed and was beginning to get the muscle twitch that I usually get on the come up of acid. I was feeling a little nervous because my right leg was literally shaking uncontrollably but I knew it was just the acid taking hold.

8:00pm- Definitely starting to feel the effects of the acid but they weren’t too bad so I decided I would eat another hit so that I would be feeling pretty good once my roommates got back in about an hour and a half.

8:15pm- I am tripping, but nothing too bad, walls breathing, grains in the hardwood floor are moving, colors seem brighter and I keep thinking somebody is behind me, but every time I turn around nothing is happening.

8:25pm- I’m feeling a bit of nausea arise so I decide it was time to pack another bowl, this time I loaded some more of the indica but put some kief and earwax hash on top just for a little extra punch. After the first hit I was super stoned and didn’t know how I was going to finish the rest, so I decided to go to my room and put on some music (Skrillex) which really started to trip me out, my CEVs were getting pretty good and I knew the second hit probably was probably just now starting to come on, so I knew I was in for a ride, but I was ready for it.

8:50pm- I finally finished the bowl of weed and am still just listening to music and watching the visualizer on itunes which was pretty fun. But dang time seems to be going so slow, every time I look at the clock it’s only been 2 or 3 minutes but it seems more like 20 or 30.

8:55pm- My roommate J calls and tells me his buddy S is coming over to wait for him to get off work, so knowing that I go into the living room and start watching south park which was so funny to me at the time, waiting for him to show up.

9:15pm- I hear a knock at the door, not knowing if it was real or if my mind is just playing tricks on me I wait to see if it happens again, and sure enough it does, so I get up and look out the peephole to see who it is, and I saw a panda, forgetting it was Halloween weekend this really tripped me out, but then I remembered S was coming over and he had said he was dressing up as a panda. I let him and he tells me his feeling very nauseous and has already thrown up from one pill, so I ask him if he wants to blaze to see if that helps, at first he doesn’t want to because he is already feeling pretty messed up but quickly changed his mind when he saw I had earwax.

9:35pm- My roommate and his girlfriend K should be home anytime, and me and S had finished the bowl, I was now really tripping, I couldn’t keep a thought going for very long and I would analyze everything I was about to say and half way through I would realize that it didn’t make any sense at all. At this S says he is starting to trip a little, so we decide to look up the pill to see if  we can figure out what it can might be cut with. What we found out from the internet was the pill was about 70-75% MDMA, 15-20% 5-meo-dipt and 5-10% caffeine. So then we look up 5-meo- dipt and find out that it is a psychedelic and that is obviously the cause of him tripping.

9:45pm- My roommate and his girlfriend K are still not back but S got in contact with J and he said that he was feeling about the same as S was and they would be back in a few minutes. At this point S asked me if I wanted one of his pills because there was no way he was going to be able to take them all based on how he was feeling at the time, so I said sure, he still didn’t know I had already dosed, but I’m sure he had a clue that I was on something because our conversations were getting strange and my body was twitching.

10:00pm- My roommate and his girlfriend K show up along with K’s roommate E, who I had no idea was coming, but it didn’t matter to me, just more people to party with. They informed they had all taken one pill and K had thrown up and J and E were both feeling a bit of nausea, so I asked if they wanted to burn down before we left and as we all are stoners besides E the answer of course was yes. I offered to make E some ginger root tea to help with her nausea but she said she would be alright.

10:20pm- We finished the session and I was feeling real strange at this point, like I didn’t know how to put my shoes on, and there was a blue tinge to everything, I knew it was the acid so I just went with it. They all were ready to leave so I went and took a leak and looked at myself in the mirror for the first time and saw my pupils were like dinner plates already.

10:30pm- We finally get in the car to leave and K says she is good to drive, so I trust her as we are only going a few blocks, at this point E asks if I have taken my pill yet and I said no as I had totally forgotten about it when we smoked, so I threw it in my mouth and chewed it up (terribly bitter)

10:35pm- We get to the spot where we’re going to park and there is a campus police officer driving around, so I started freaking out a little and everybody asks me if I’m alright and I say yes and tell them that I had already taken a couple hits of acid earlier and was feeling that. They all laughed and said we were fine, that the cop didn’t know anything was up. This is also the last time I looked at the clock for a while so things might not be exact times but I’ll try my best. So we get out of the car and start the walk to the house, at this point it seems real hard for me to walk, like I am moving in slow motion.

10:40pm We get to the house finally and J, S, K and E all decide they want to smoke a cigarette, and as I don’t smoke I figured I’d just hang with them for now since I didn’t really know what was going on. They finally finished their cigarettes and we all started talking about how we felt and they all kept asking me if I felt the caffeine buzz yet as they all said it was the worst part, and I told them I have no idea all I feel right now is the acid and they all just laughed.

10:45pm- E asks if I want to dance and as she is an attractive one my answer of course was yes, so we go into the bar/dance room of the house which was packed and find a spot and started dancing but the music would get changed every few seconds it seemed like so it was hard to keep a beat going, so we ended up just talking and being in the way of other people trying to dance until we decided to go find everybody else.

11:00pm- E and I finally find J, S, and k again and they all want another smoke so we go outside again, at this point the cops showed up and people were just piling out the backdoors, and as it was snowy and icy many people fell which was so funny to me at the time but I have no idea why.

11:15pm- We all decide to go find J’s twin brother Ja who is really good friends with the owners of the house and finally find him in a room with a bunch of people smoking and taking shots. We decided we would get a little high again and smoked a couple bowls, but the whole time I kept thinking there were cops in the house looking for me specifically, but E helped calm me down by cracking jokes about this girl who was dressed up as a tree or something and the way her boobs looked in her shirt.

11:20pm- We were all still just chilling in A’s room and this really short girl just popped up next to me out of nowhere, and at this point I thought I was really tripping hard if I was just seeing people pop up next to me, but E and K informed me that she had just come out of the bathroom which was right behind me and we all had a good laugh about what just happened.

11:30pm- J, S, K and E all want another cigarette so we head back outside and at this point a lot of people are showing back up after the cops had already come and most of them seemed to be pretty drunk. I was just watching people go in and out of the house just amazed at some of them for what they were wearing. After they finished their cigarette they all decided to eat another half a pill and E asked if I wanted her other half, but as I wasn’t sure if I was feeling the first one yet I declined (which was probably a good idea) because things got real weird a little later.

11:50pm- We had just been chilling talking about random stuff in the living room watching all the people, and this one girl had her face painted all white and had a red wig on which was really tripping me out for some reason, like I kept seeing her as some kind of demon. Thankfully they all had had enough of this party and were ready to go back to the house to listen to music and chill.

12:00am- We left the house and K drove back, and again I trusted her and she did a great job, but in the car ride home is when things started getting real weird. We were listening to some song that I had never heard of and all I heard was a baby like voice saying some weird stuff, some of which I could remember, and asked if it was real and they said we were listening to a song with no words.

12:10am- We get back to the house and E is again feeling very nauseous and gets sick a little in the yard, and I begin to worry that she might not be alright because my mind was so gone, but she was better in a few minutes and that was a major relief for me for some reason. I then tried to get the door unlocked but could not figure out to use my key, so J finally lent some assistance and got it open.

12:15am- I have a major desire to smoke some weed, so I load a bowl and pass it around and S gets a call from some of his friends to see if they can come over and we all decide its fine as they just wanted to blaze and seeing that were doing that right now what’s the harm.

12:30am- S friends finally showed up and we smoked a few bowls and I could tell that they were uncomfortable because none of them were on anything other than weed and all of us were pretty gone. So after a few bowls they decided to take off and S went with them, so now it was only me J, k, and E. We decided we wanted to listen to some music so we put on the ipod, at this point I know I was feeling the pill because I felt a sense of peace that I knew was the MDMA and my visuals were taking a little different direction from just acid.

12:45am- E asks me if I want to dance again so obviously I do as I’m not about to turn down that opportunity , and we danced for a while and I was definitely peaking on acid now because my mind was not on this world. We danced for probably close to an hour because J and K had gone downstairs and now they had come back.

1:50am- I know it was this time because I looked at the clock, J was searching the house for some vicks and finally found some in the back of a drawer, and started rubbing it on himself and K. This was the first time I had heard anything about vicks and rolling so I was a bit skeptical but E didn’t care and started rubbing it on my neck and chin, which was awesome because her hands felt amazing.

2:00am- I’m lost, the pill must be peaking right now along with the acid because I literally don’t know who, what, or where I am. I am sitting on the couch and everybody else is up and dancing trying to get me to join, but I feel like I can’t even stand let alone dance, so they let me be knowing that I’m tripping pretty good right now.

2-3am- I looked at the clock at 2:04am and the next time I remember seeing it was at 3:07am so between this hour was the most intense part of the whole experience. I had thoughts about what I had done in my past both good and bad and why I needed to get my priorities right and thoughts that we the human race is headed down hill if we can’t figure things out. Also during this time I was having some pretty good CEVs and one that I remember in detail was me lying on a hospital bed and being wheeled down a dark hallway that had a bright light at one end but every time I would get close to the light I would open my eyes in fear until I eventually built up enough courage to see what laid beyond the light, so I closed my eyes and yet again I was having the same visual and I went with it all the way to the light and when I reached it I felt like I died (ya I know it’s dumb since a lot of people say that when they’re near death they see a bright light) and a sudden wave of energy went through my body and I opened my eyes and for a few seconds I felt completely sober. After that experience I didn’t really know what to think but I knew everything was going to be alright (most likely the MDMA).

3:00am- I feel like I am finally starting to come down a bit from the acid but I am still rolling pretty good, and everybody asks if I want to go on an adventure to Kings Soopers to get some glow sticks as they all feel like it would be something fun to do. At first I had no desire to even get off the couch let alone go to the grocery store, but they finally convinced me and we once again go for a drive, with K driving again. We got to the store and I am feeling pretty paranoid about going in and decide to stay in the car with K while J and E go in. They were gone for what seemed like forever but was probably more like 2 minutes and I was so glad to see them.

3:10am- Get back to the house and E wants to rub more vicks on me as she doesn’t think she put enough on the last time, so I let her because I absolutely loved the way her hands felt. Then she wanted to put a show on for me with the glow sticks and as I had no complaints to it she started. The tracers were awesome, there was one green glow stick and one blue glow stick and when she would cross them it was like seeing a rainbow right in front of me. This must have gone on for a good 20-30 minutes until she gave them up to J to let him try.

3:30am- I want to take a shower and E asks if she can join me so without hesitation I say of course and we both ventured in to the bathroom. When she got undressed I was in a state of pure bliss because I couldn’t believe what was actually happening but I loved every minute of it. The shower was probably the best part of the night without a doubt because we were both still rolling pretty good and my sense of touch was through the roof not only did she feel amazing but the hot water pouring down on us was awesome.

4:05am- Got out of shower and went back into living room and was definitely coming down along with everyone else, and K decided she needed to go back to her house because she had work at 11 and needed a change of clothes, so I told them to drive safe and it was a fun night and they left, but I was still in a good mood because it was such a great night and almost 4:20.

4:20am- I had rolled a blunt for myself after everybody had left and sparked it up at 4:20 with the company of my dog. It took a good 20 minutes for me to burn the whole thing and man was I blitzed when I finished it. So I figured I could probably get some sleep and headed off to bed but I was wrong and ended up sitting in my bed watching Fear and Loathing until I finally fell asleep between 6:30 and 7

All in all this experience was amazing, I couldn’t have wished for a better time. I definitely will try candy flipping again but next time I do it I think I will do just MDMA instead of a pill because the combination of the 5-meo-dipt and acid got a little weird at times, but nothing I couldn’t handle, also I think taking the LSD first helped because by the time I was peaking the effects of the pill were also pretty strong which made for an awesome experience. The day after was not that bad, I wasn’t as fried as I normally am after an acid trip and I normally only get a little headache after rolling and that is easily taken care of with a few bowls of some fine chronic, which is about the only thing I did anyways.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 93461

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Jul 17, 2017	Views: 2,231

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), What Was in That? (26), Sex Discussion (14), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits

		 LSD

		   T+ 4:30
		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

So I was partying in a hotel room after the Furthur show. (Bob Weir and Phil Lesh from the Grateful Dead) I received my balloon about 4 to 5 hours after I took my two hits of acid. It was a large balloon, so I passed my balloon around with my friends. I have done a lot of Nitrous before, but I had never done it while tripping on acid. So I finished my balloon, and I dazed off. The room started really moving, and everyone was moving. I was used to this feeling though, this happens to me when I do nitrous normally, but it was just a bit more intense while tripping. All of a sudden, I realized I could not see anything. I simply forgot who I was, where I was, who was with me, and why I was there.

After trying to see what was going on, I saw my friend Liz sitting across from me. I looked to the left. My vision was completely pixelated. I saw pixel images of this guy in the room. In a very robotic motion, he moved his head to the left, forward, then down, back forward, then left again... in quick jerking motions. I realized then that what I was seeing was not right. I looked down at my shoes and they dissapeared. At that moment, I was in two different worlds. My mind was elsewhere, and I could not see much but these magnified pixelated images of the room. I could not decipher anything I was really seeing. I thought to myself then, that the joke was on me. It was me, out of all these people, that did too much, and I thought I completely lost my mind forever. I felt I was stuck in this world that only I could see, and I could not get back through this place to seeing reality again. At this moment when I realized what was happening to me, my body was disconnected from my brain.

This is what my body did: I apparently stood up on the bed. I tried to walk and lost my balance. I fell in between the wall and the bed, hit my head very hard, and caught myself with one leg while one was still on the bed. I jumped back up on to the bed, and that is when my two worlds began to fuse together again.

This is where I was: I stood up in my world and was still unable to see anything. This world was very confusing, and seemed almost like a video game. Everything was fake. I still saw the pixelated enlarged images of the room that would rarely move. And if the pictures moved, it was back and forth. So I got nervous, and that is when I stood up in my world, tried to walk through this world, and that is when I fell. When I fell in my world, it felt like a fell through space, and when I hit the 'floor' the pixels bounced me back up to a sitting position. At the moment I hit my head, I could hear people in the room distantly laughing. That is when I realized I must have brought much attention to myself back in this reality I could not see. I suddenly became embarrassed. That is when I jumped back up onto the bed. I heard a faint voice that was mine, starting in my world, and being said in the real world. I asked 'I am fine, I  just need to know what is going on.' 'I have no idea what is going on' 'Can someone tell me what the f*ck is going on'. My vision began to come back. I saw my friend Liz, and she was mirror-imaged. I looked forward, and I saw this girl, who told me that I was being very composed for what just happened. I asked her what just happened, and she told me that I fell and I hit my head. I did not believe her.

It is hard to explain what I saw during this moment, but I was fully conscious through the whole thing. It was not 'fishing out' because I did not pass out. I was stuck in this new world where I could not decipher any of the images I was seeing. Imagine yourself, looking into a room, and not seeing all of the people, not feeling the bed, not seeing the wall you hit your head on, and merely feeling the pain from your head and hearing the faint voices laughing.

People told me I was lucky because I disconnected my brain from my body. I told them it was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me in my life.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 84123

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jul 18, 2017	Views: 1,485

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 g
		 oral
		 Vitamin C

		   T+ 0:00

		 Vitamins / Supplements

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:05
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 1:05
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

		   T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 capsl
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 3:30
		 0.5 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 8:00
		 1 capsl
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   122 kg

We had received a gift of some very mellow MDMA about 6 months ago. It was veeeery mellow and left us quite disappointed. I did some research and finally convinced my wife to take a break from her chemical sabbatical and go candy flipping with me.

I have mellowed with my weed intake over the past 15 years, moving from dedicated pot head, to once a month, stretching half a gram of indoor chronic every few weeks or so. I haven’t tripped in 7 years, and my wife in 12. We were WELL overdue.

As we arrived at the cottage, we could appreciate the remoteness of our temporary abode. The wild browns and yellows of the semi-arid landscape, was interspersed with the greens and occasional purples, greens and reds of the vinyards, ready for harvest. We might see the odd farm worker, but no one that we would have to engage in conversation.

We quickly packed everything away and put the goodies on the table. Today was the day. We were going to have our first Candyflip. I had done some research and learnt that the transition from the introspective LSD, to the expressive and sensual MDMA, was what gave this experience its name. The Candy bit? Who knows. Maybe because its sweet.

Five transparent capsules about 10% filled with a white-brownish crystalline substance lay in a little bag, next to the pale blotter squares.  I’d done some research on timing and preloading, so we took a 1000mg Vitamin C dose with breakfast that morning, together with Vitamin B complex, as well as some antacid just before dropping. The plan was to take the MDMA 3 hours after the LSD

The plan was to take the MDMA 3 hours after the LSD

, as this should be around the time it’ll peak. Then we would take the other 2 MDMA capsules 2 hours after that. We’d also brought a bag of bananas and I was determined that we would be eating them often, even if we didn’t want to. This, we found out later, would work VERY much in our favour.

11:00

Our mouths twisted a bit, from the tangy, chemical flavor, as we put the small squares of blotter paper on our tongues.

We locked the cottage and took stock.

Water? Check!

Comfortable walking shoes? Check!

Sunscreen? Whoops. We’ll have to make sure we don’t stay out for too long in the African sun.

Hats? Check!

Identify 3 landmarks? Check!

Psyconauts away!

11:05

The blotters have turned to pulp and we swallow them. The grey of the dry shrubbery is looking more defined and multi-hued. The shrubbery texture is also looking more defined. So far so good. Maybe the blotters weren’t left in the sun. I’ve always been paranoid about getting ripped off. It’s not really as if there’s a refund policy. In anyways, we’re 200km away from our vendor.

We starting walking up the dirt road, towards the vinyards. The scenery around us is becoming more vivid by the minute. I wanted to turn around to shag in the cottage, or right there. She convinced me to keep on walking. I’d have liked to take opportunity to get down right and dirty, before peaking, since I know from experience that sex is the last thing on my mind, when out of my mind. But I’m reminded that we have the MDMA for that. I also know that she’ll feel cheated if we don’t complete our hiking mission. After all, its not THAT far and we have the entire day ahead of us. We walk on. I smoke a thin spliff of some very fine hydroponic weed.

11:20

Time has slowed down. It feels like we’ve been walking forever. It feels like I’m walking on a treadmill, with the ground rolling beneath me. We both feel how we’re each at the center of our own universe and how everything moves around us. We stop, the rolling earth feeling stops and we marvel at the interesting sensation.

11:25

The slow motion walking continues. We’re sure we’ve only walked 100m, but it feels like we’re wading through treacle, but without its sticky resistance. The scenery around us has taken on a plastic, cartoonish quality. It feels like I’m living an immersive 3D platform experience.

11:45

We have now trudged 1km. The Acid is coming on HARD and fast. All thoughts of sex forgotten, as the rush hits us occasionally. We’re thinking, if it’s like this in 45 minutes, how will the peak be? This stuff is AWESOME! We brace ourselves for quite a ride :-D

12:00

We are suddenly at the 2.5km mark. There was a lot of uphill and downhill, more up than down. We must have walked 4 times as fast than the first kilometer. We see the cottage and head for it. It’s time for the flip and to get down right and freaky.

12:05

The cottage’s interior was painted in a  desert sandy color. The blinds were drawn, because we were gonna get naked, after all. This dreary color did NOT lend itself to sexy thoughts. We went sit outside, still clothed of course, where it was bright and shiny. We opened up a bottle of mellow red wine and sat and smoked cigarettes and just talked about what we were experiencing. I explained my feeling of being in a TV show, much to the amusement of my wife. We discussed the cartoonishness of the mountains and how the colors were so vivid and just a bit oversaturated, how everything looked more 3d, but as if in a very good Dali painting. We became convinced Dali must have been taking a LOT psycadelics. We discussed reincarnation and numerology and how our daughter has 0’s for all her karmic lessons. She’s a new soul and has no karma, as the numerologist told us so many years ago. We felt honored and humbled by this responsibility and missed her.

13:30

After laughing our arses off at nothing in particular, peaking, we decided to go inside again, I broke bits off a banana and shared it between my wife and I. As I was prattling on about something, out of the blue, my wife exclaimed, rather loudly, I must add:  ‘FUCK! That’s blue!', making me jump a bit. I see the blue, even before looking around.  She profusely apologized about her interruption, which gave me a fit of the giggles again.  She looked so shocked.

There was a pot of lilac colored  lobelias on the table.  They were no longer lilac. They glowed electric blue, like a neon light. The walls were plastered with blotches electric blue. I inspected the glowing lobelias closer, suppressing repeated giggles while doing so.

I notice the green of the leaves behind the blue aura, but moving out a bit, I see it being overpowered by the blue, turning the leaves in a silverfish grey. It was almost as if I could tune my eyes to filter the colours. I could see, in vivid detail, the different hues of blue in the flowers. I notice the original lilac, but also the darker blue where some them have partially wilted. This must be what people with Tetrachromia see (besides the overpowering blue, of course). The electric blue hangs in a haze around the plant. It radiates out of it and fills the room.

 I can’t help but feeling that the energy behind that colorful Tourrettes attack had created a lasting energetic impression on the room, summoning the essence of blue to the room. It would have been interesting to have an experiment with two other people. One tripping and one not, but both not having witnessed the ‘FUCK! That’s blue!’ outburst. I was assured at that moment, that the room will forever be blue in all future occupants’ peripheral vision, like an aura. Sadly, the next day, the lobelias were mostly back to their lilac, but we could still see a faint trace of blue against the walls, two days after.

14:30

We were supposed to drop the Molly by 13:30, but were having so much fun on the Acid, that we decided to enjoy it a bit more on its own, get our money’s worth, as it were. Finally, we decide, it’s now or never, so ‘Down the hatch’ goes a tablet each. Sexy time has arrived. This was our goal after all. We go for a shower. Walking around naked in the room, we realize we don’t feel very horny and the dun colour of the walls was not helping. But Dammit, we were determined to try having sex, while candy flipping

Dammit, we were determined to try having sex, while candy flipping

, so we, decide to wait five minutes to let the MDMA start kicking in. I smoke a joint, but put it out half way. It tasted disgusting and I didn’t want to get fuzzy. We start cuddling and kissing. I go eat a wine gum, because my mouth tastes like crap, both to me and to her.

14:50

The Molly has definitely kicked in. She’s rubbing my short hair, saying it feels like a cat’s fur. I look into her beautiful ‘Molly Eyes’. We were going to take photos, with makeup for her and everything, but we decided against it.

We talk, we snog, we pet, we caress, we even shag a little bit, but don’t finish. Yes, I’m one of the lucky ones that can get it up on MDMA. My erection faded every now and then, but immediately raised to the challenge at the smallest hint of stimulation. I was thinking that this was possibly due to:

1.	I had taken ibuprofen (400mg) at 10:30, for my back

2.	The Joint I smoked helped a bit

3.	The candyflip combination helped

We have another banana. I got all gushy and told her how much I love her, what a wonderful person she is. She bawled her eyes out, but happy tears. She calmed down, but I couldn’t help myself from telling her more. She cried some more, with me lovingly talking her through her emotions. I finally got myself under control to stop talking and lighten the mood. Less talking, more cuddling. We don’t get a Molly rush at all. We’re were not being very active, after all. We didn’t feel much of a peak. It was all pretty mellow, but in a nice, light pleasurable, as opposed to a euphoric kind of way. The Acid gave much more of a rush while it was peaking.

Lying there, we cuddled and basked in the afterglow of the comedown. We were supposed to redose at 17:30, but decided against it. We were  thoroughly enjoying the come down. We discussed all things sexual, openly. Now we’ve been a very sexually open minded couple, so there were no surprises. She once again said that she’s happy to just go with the flow and rather be submissive and be told what to do. She was not one to take charge and say what she wanted. I decided to take the lead completely then and she promised to comply with my every request, even if she wouldn’t do it before. There were some things that she has been reluctant to do before.

19:00

It was  now dark outside. Much more conducive to some more erotic activity. We popped another Molly each. We went back to the bed and immediately get into it. I got to try some stuff with her  and thought “This is fucking X-MASS, birthdays and everything wrapped up in one.” We had the most amazing sex. It lasted for hours. We just stopped to relube, whenever remembering about it. At some stage during the doggy style hard thumping, I started rushing a rushing on the Molly. I felt as if I was entering the collective consciousness nook reserved for MDMA sex. It was a bit of a trashy, non romantic space and I could feel how so many people have gotten to this space, but never planned it. I had a moment of paranoia, flashing back to a dream of having taken 100 pills and realizing my doom. I took hold of my thoughts and we took a break.

It took the longest time to orgasm, but when I finally did, it was well worth it. It was the longest and most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I got a swollen testicle or 2. Luckily the swelling went down in 30 minutes. I’m told that I had a vacant grin on my face. I must have come for 30 to 40 seconds. I took a few minute breather and smoked a joint.

23:00

I took the last remaining capsule and we went back to bed. I’m not sure how long it took, although it did not feel long, until my wife was also able to orgasm, with my help of course. We cuddled and talked until at last we decided that we were now tired and needed to go to bed.

05:30

Evening done. We sleep.

08:30

My wife woke up

10:30

I woke up.

We were tired from lack of sleep, but apart from that we had no after effects at all. We were fully emotionally functional. We still saw the blue in the kitchen, but the glow around the flowers had faded.

We were worried that we might hit the dreaded depressive episode later that week, but even a week later, we were fine. In fact, we were very fine. The constant hornyness only faded after about 3 days, but the elevated mood lasted at least a week. Still being upbeat, it has not subsided much.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 105843

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 37

Published: Jul 19, 2017	Views: 7,209

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Sex Discussion (14), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

T0:00-5 tabs of acid on the tongue, I prepare a bump of DPT for later. I eye the dose out like a dumbass.

T0:30-Normal feeling of coming up on acid, feeling elated, feeling like there is energy flowing around me and into me, brighter colors and faint patterns, etc. I begin getting a melting and twisting and warping of surfaces and lines that I never have noticed before this markedly. My screen starts to breathe.

T1:00-Exactly one hour has passed. I’m ready to blast off. I go over to where I have the DPT set out and cut it into 3 lines. I rail them, one at a time. It is incredibly uncomfortable. In my nose, I can tell that it tastes like hellishly bitter burnt plastic. It sticks to my palate and dessicates everything. Not only that, there is so much of it.

T1:20-I put my computer away, I can feel everything rising. The world around me is beginning to swirl and form interlocking polygons. Tracers and flashing color patterns and twisting fractals begin to dominate everything. The noises around me start to warp and flange and alter in pitch.

T1:30-I begin to think and meditate as the boundaries of my body start to blur. I close my eyes to see a world of glowing lines intersecting to form tessellated polygons overlaid on breathing fractals. I can feel my mind drift into this as my body becomes fainter. I begin to think about all sorts of dilemmas in my life. I seem to come to satisfactory conclusions to these issues, but I either lose track of them among the torrent of colorful racing thoughts, or they were purely conceptual and I couldn’t really apply them in the form of words after. As I begin to chain from one abstract thought to the next I feel like I’m building a mountain of thoughts to stand upon, and as it builds my mind ascends to higher and higher places.

T1:45-I stand up and wander about my room, I try drawing a little bit, I’m drifting further and further from myself, in body and mind. I am starting to feel like I’m a completely different being. I wander over to a table where I keep several animal skulls. I pick up my favorite, a beautifully intact deer skull, so wonderfully smooth and pearly, so aesthetically perfect. I laid shirtless on my bed, gouging its teeth across my chest. I felt so physically numb, I didn’t notice it leaving deep scratches on my torso. The skull was so incredible, so powerful, I began to think of the animal that once inhabited it, I began to think about its life, its energy, its raw power. In it harming me, I realized that all living things have a burning life force within them, that makes them fight and struggle to exist, to survive. I realized my own life force drew from this same wellspring, that it was common to all Earth life, an unchanging fragment of divergent evolution, perhaps derived from the replicative nature of DNA and RNA. I began to picture myself as a folk hero traveling a spirit forest with my spectral deer sidekick, a skull with pulsing polychrome tendrils, molded into the shape of a deer. Between that was experiencing the skull pulsing with the deer’s life force, it would shake and press it’s antlers into me and dig its teeth into me, it had so much energy, so much fire behind it.

T2:15-my thoughts begin to stray to death, to suicide. I’ve been thinking about suicide so nonstop lately, in fact this trip was my last ditch effort to find some reason not to kill myself. Death, the thought of death approaches me. I feel so beyond death, I feel like I have already died, like I have not yet been born. What a curious thing, death and time are, how odd it is that consciousness seems to transcend time. I began thinking about quantum immortality, that in a truly infinite universe or multiverses, every iteration of every atomic (reduced to the very most basic component) moment as a function of time and space exists somewhere. Somewhere, this information is encoded.

Something (I don’t know what it was to this day) told me that encoded in the air were the whispers of a thousand consciousnesses, encoded as binary data in the smallest and most efficient molecular storage mechanism in the universe, something beyond the current limits of human observation. Of course this is blind conjecture, I’m just on a lot of drugs. But this idea of quantum immortality really stuck with me, regardless of whether or not it was directly encoded into this universe. Somewhere, everything that was going to happen had already happened, everything existed as it was. Linear time was just an illusion, it’s just us taking all of existence that is already laid out before us and sequencing it. Consciousness was truly beyond linear time. Mine was at least, and so were many others, that I was suddenly aware of. I realized that no one was truly dead, and that I became aware of other consciousnesses inhabiting this realm. These were consciousnesses that were already dead and had not yet been born.

In other words, ghosts. This realization was like opening a door between us, we were all suddenly aware of each other and we were both really confused. They swarmed around me, I could sense them, I could sense so many other presences around me, the room dropped to a chill as I kept catching these looming presences. I couldn’t see them, but I perceived them as hands, grasping and clutching at me. I was terrified, terrified they might speak to me and that I may be afflicted with these ghosts forever. I envisioned them as hands, faces, and figures behind a thin translucent cloth, all leaning in towards me. They all had different personalities, some were kind, calm, and friendly. Most were indifferent. The benevolent ones would inhabit me, I would feel their personality, wisdom and thoughts course through my neurons. Some however, I could feel exuding malevolence and ill will. They loomed behind me, towered over me. One seemed fond of grabbing my head and puling it backwards, down towards my bed. It felt like deer antlers smashing against my skull, which would transform into alabaster fingers that pulled me down. These spirits would surround me, clutch at me, I knew that some evil people had once inhabited this space, and wanted to harm me. I saw in my chest a glowing core, the glowing core of life force, my burning life force keeping me from fading into the abyss of asphodel like them. They were all clutching at it, and I had to repel them all through sheer light and force of will.

T2:45-It was at this point that I began to really seek out these evil spirits, question them and follow them to where they were born from. I closed my eyes and began to trace them, trace them to their root, it was like burrowing through thick underbrush. I got deeper and deeper and encountered a being, counter to me, a trickster being that didn’t seem to harbor malevolence but still acted antagonistic towards me. This was my divine rival. It toyed with my thoughts and sent ghosts after me. I suddenly realized something-This was God, this was a manifestation of God. It had come down to me in a mortally recognizable form, I was blessed with its presence. I wondered- why is this God? Why do I have to agree with it? Why do I have to be subservient to it, and why does submitting to it feel so tranquil? I seemed to have my mind shifted to a paradigm in which the paranormal existed, and I was able to believe in and follow God. I still questioned God-Why was it the ultimate authority? I began to challenge God, think of ways I could exert power over this force. So this trickster being, after outsmarting me at every turn, decided to enmesh me in itself and show me the true nature of God.

-The true nature of god-

God is a representation of the absolute within measurable and tangible human experience. Subject to entropy, every universal force we encounter has astronomical chances of random variation. God however, is contained in life force. Life force sustains itself by altering perception of the world around it to make itself true and maintain its existence. It is absolutely recursive in how it alters perception. And it is in this recursion that the absolute lies. It is within every living thing, also probably derived from the replicative nature of DNA and RNA. Humans are unique in being able to recognize this force and then later personify it as “God” or “Gods”. This is simply a byproduct of the survival mechanism that drives everything. Life force does anything to stay alive, every adaptation, every thought, is, sometimes through circuitous routes, an extension of that.

Everything is subject to entropy however, entropy is the unstoppable and ultimate power in the universe. As God exists only within living things, even god is subject to entropy.

During this trip I began to experience the positive feedback loops that have been plaguing me with burgeoning depression as something actually positive- this recursion showed me that they could be harnessed in a way that didn’t drive me towards the edge.

But I began to wonder- why do my thoughts seem in such opposition to life force? Why am I self destructive? I began to realize that it’s simply the random mutations that drive natural selection, being more subject to entropy. My mutation was a knack for self destruction-the life force was still there, it just found itself in combat with another powerful counterforce, as powerful as the life force but twisted and dark.

There were moments during the trip where I was overtaken by vanity and ego, where I believed I was the chosen one by god, where I believed I had solved major unsolved problems in math and physics, where I believed I had opened a rift between our world and the spirit world. This all of course turned out to be complete bullshit but whatever.

The rest of the night really wasn’t much. I played a lot of videogames and went to 7/11, the visuals played out for a while but my mind became more human. I rode an emotional rollercoaster as morning approached, shifting between divine elation and deep depression.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 107744

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Aug 22, 2017	Views: 1,790

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DPT (21), LSD (2) : Entities / Beings (37), Depression (15), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

[Erowid Note:
A substance(s) in this report might be identified incorrectly. Erowid reviewers question the author's identification of the drug described. Although the report is included in the collection, the substance might be something other than the author believed it to be.]

It was a Friday night and it was about 7:00 o'clock that my parents had gone out for the night to see a concert. They wouldn't be home until around 11:30 or midnight I had assumed. It was just my little sister at home, who stays in her room all the time anyway, and my good friend C and my boyfriend of 3 years A.

The whole day prior to dropping I had a bad stomach ache and hadn't eaten much but some fried food just before we took the acid. I wasn't feeling exactly 100% but I had heard that eating wasn't something you normally do when you trip so I didn't worry about it.

I've tried taking acid twice before. Once it just didn't happen, and the second time I did it by myself and I had a very bad experience, and I'm not sure if it was bad acid or something else entirely. My mind kind of crashed in on itself and I felt like I was trapped on a roller coaster ride of my life. I cried nearly the entire time, and I don't remember how long it lasted. It had very minor visuals and I recovered in the end by smoking some marijuana. I've also tried MDMA three times before and smoke marijuana regularly.

I've always gotten very nervous right before I've tried a drug for the first time and I was nervous this time too, even though I had tried it before. I've heard the whole 'set and setting' thing and I knew I should stay calm but it was difficult to do and I let my boyfriend take the acid before I did. He took a tab and I started out with half of a tab. My friend C took a few prescription pills of something or other like ritalin and was drinking vodka and rum. I had a feeling our tripping and his high wouldn't mix well but we did it anyway.

We smoked out of my bong and finished about two packs of it when I could tell my boyfriend was feeling something. He had the goofiest smile on his face and looked stoned beyond belief. I started to consider to take my other half so I wouldn't miss out on whatever he was experiencing and waste my tab by only taking half. I put in my other half and accidentally bit down on it, which triggered a terrible taste in my mouth. I tried to drink water partially because of cotton mouth and partially to wash out the taste and like my boyfriend warned, it only intensified the putrid taste. I sat down at my table and began to swivel back and forth in my chair and my boyfriend A and my friend C begin to look somehow 3D as I do this. I tell them and my friend C asks, 'Wait, how many dimensions are we in again?' I begin to laugh and do a cheer my physics teacher taught to remember our four dimensions. I think I'm beginning to come up.

Eventually we head to my room. I don't exactly remember the exact point that it started to hit me but I remember that I was increasingly giggly and saying ridiculous things. I told my friend C who was supposed to be the designated 'babysitter' of my boyfriend and I to try to keep up to the space ship ride I was on.

The visuals began to become very intense and I saw my whole room begin to breathe. I started to understand the feeling my boyfriend barely managed to describe, indicating it by doing wave patterns with his arms and hands. However, the visuals also had an adverse effect on me. I became nauseated and dizzy and I had severe stomach cramps. I felt restricted in my clothing and felt very hot. I stripped off of what I could of my clothes while staying decent and complained of how I didn't feel very well. My friend C tried to convince me not to focus on it and my boyfriend insisted on me 'letting go' but I told them they didn't understand how badly my stomach hurt and how terribly this mixed with the visual effects I had.

my boyfriend insisted on me 'letting go' but I told them they didn't understand how badly my stomach hurt and how terribly this mixed with the visual effects I had.

At some point in time I rushed to the bathroom and began to vomit. I was tripping somewhat, but it still hadn't completely taken over yet. It had to have been around 7:30 or so. I went back to my room where my friends were and laid down in my bed again. I still felt absolutely sick. I was overheated and felt weak, and my teeth were grinding against each other. My head felt like it was going with the visuals I saw, going out a thousand dimensions, and with this I got 'face chills', or some sort of chills that only occurred in what felt like the back of my head. I got up, sat down, got up, and sat down, debating on whether I should go throw up again. I didn't want to, but God, I felt so shitty. So I did. This next time around my visuals were coming in full swing. I sat in front of my 'porcelain God' and threw up. I paused and heard my friend in my room telling my boyfriend to 'focus on yourself' and for some reason I found this inspiring as I watched the vomit in my toilet. I got up, recovered myself, and went back to my room. I told C what he said was inspiring and went back to lay down. I kept gagging for quite some time and felt nauseous for another good hour, but it felt much longer.

During my nausea my boyfriend took my hand and told me that I had to relax, to go with it, to not try to control my trip but let it control me. Time immediately began to slow down immensely and I laughed and exclaimed how he just slowed time down like that. The posters on my walls were all very fascinating. The Beatles watching me trip and gag, which I didn't appreciate much, my map of Paris which swirled together in beautiful ways, a piece of art... mostly though, my hand was subject to stare at as I focused in on it and let the colorful patterns close in around it. I began to regain physical stability as I willed myself to not gag at every thought I had of anything remotely gross or nausea-inducing. My boyfriend and I tripped together as my friend C tried to keep us happy. A and I though were completely somewhere else, laughing at nearly everything, even if it wasn't funny.

In fact, the only emotional response I think I really felt was giddiness. Besides this, I felt like I wasn't functioning at an emotional level. My friend C tried to talk to me about people or things but I just didn't care about any of it. I was focused on what I was seeing mostly and how my fingertips were swelling with the same energy that was surging off of the walls and ceilings. I didn't feel like myself at all, I had no normal emotions I usually felt. I didn't care about myself or anything else.

We made our way to my living room and chilled there for a little while. My favorite cat curled herself up to me and I was amazed by her tiny little body and her beautiful, intricate white fur. We talked for some time here, though most of my sentences were never complete because I was either interrupted by my friend C who was beginning to feel his high and he was talking very much, or my mind was interrupted by a whole other thought. This or I just couldn't find it in me to care to finish the sentence. It wasn't worth trying to explain most of the time, I couldn't articulate much of anything. A recurring motif in this trip, however, was my desire for a peanut butter sandwich because of my illness. My boyfriend made me the sandwich and we spoke in a British accent about my breathing sandwich.

I went back into my room and found myself very displeased with its appearance. I got the urge to begin to clean it. I picked up some papers and headed for my garage. Without turning on the light first, I stepped out into it and felt something on the bottom of my foot squirm around. I screamed bloody murder though I didn't really feel any terror or fear, it was mostly just an automatic response. My boyfriend turned on the light and I swore I saw a cockroach crawl away from under my foot. I began to laugh and yell and demand if what I saw was really a cockroach or if I had just imagined that. My friend C and my boyfriend insisted it wasn't, but they later informed me it was, they didn't want to give me a bad trip though. I don't think this would have bothered me anyway however, I felt so content and detached, it didn't phase me in the slightest.

I've also heard that you shouldn't look at yourself in the mirror while you trip. I did this anyway, out of curiosity, expecting to see someone who wasn't me. It was me, with pupils as big as saucers, but it was me. I looked up close however, and saw every pore on my face it seemed like. It also looked like I had broken out with a million tiny red pimples. I quickly removed myself from the mirror upon this inspection.

At 10 PM my younger brother who is 15 came home. He knows about my drug use and I immediately told him as he came through the door that I was tripping on acid along with A. I also told him we were probably screwed because mom and dad would be home relatively soon and I was still feeling it, though it had diminished a little. He told me I didn't have to worry, I didn't look like I was tripping on acid, and gave me probably the best part of the trip: magnets. 15 little round magnets captured my attention for the rest of the trip. I swore I could see their magnetic field. My boyfriend and I played with them and giggled incessantly while my friend C tried and tried to talk to us and hold a conversation, but I was hardly interested. I mostly wanted, at this point, to relax my mind and space out for a while.

My boyfriend A tried to put on a cartoon show on my computer but dissatisfied with this turn of events, I left A and C and laid down on my mother's bed. I laid there for I don't know how long, it felt like 20 minutes, but could have been longer or shorter. I watched the shadows from the TV dance on the wall and my arm hairs tower from me. I relaxed and thought about nothing, really. And I enjoyed not thinking about anything, for usually it's that I have too many thoughts on my mind at all times.

I enjoyed not thinking about anything, for usually it's that I have too many thoughts on my mind at all times.

I returned to my room where C and A were. I was beginning to come down and my boyfriend A informed me he had mostly come down to. I could focus on something and the visuals would return if I gave it a minute, but the physical feelings were completely gone. All I was left with was happiness. I think the trip had mostly resided by midnight. I was in a genuinely good mood, probably from laughing and smiling so much. My friend C was on a whole different high and was irritating me immensely and sleeping in my room that night. I didn't want my boyfriend to leave, but he did and I forced myself to sleep. The next day I felt exhausted in my body and my jaw ached from grinding my teeth.

Acid was an extremely out of this world experience and all I want to do is try it again, when I won't be throwing up or inside. I would love to be outside in the day time the next time I do it. I don't think I ever had much of a panic during the trip, just physical illness that bothered me, and luckily I gathered it in me to overcome this.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 102026

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Aug 31, 2017	Views: 2,574

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Health Problems (27), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:15
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 20:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   260 lb

Hello, first I would like to mention my substance history. I am no stranger to entheogens, I have experienced Marijuana, ecstacy, Meo-DMT, and Psilocybin Mushrooms. As well as opium once. Also, prior to this trip, I have had an experience with LSD, but it was only one tab and to me, it felt far too mild. That experience reminded me of a mild Mushroom trip, but still only just a taste of what acid could do. I felt more of a emotional feeling, very little visuals. This trip though, would be my best trip to date. I will try to recall as much as I can because this occurred the second week of January of this year.

I started this experiment at nighttime possibly around 9:30. During this month, I was off for a month from college so I was physically, mentally, and spiritually sound for the most part. I took my roll at 9:30 and after 20 minutes I was already feeling this pleasant euphoria and my body felt so comfortable under my sheets as if I could melt into my bed. My mother was late and hadn't come home yet. I wanted to wait until everyone was asleep before I start, so there was some limited anxiety, but I made sure I didn't take the acid until I felt it was safe. Finally, I decided to take the two hits of acid at 9:45 and my mother came home a little after 10:00.

My mom went to bed almost immediately, but my stepdad took awhile until he retreated to bed. In meanwhile, the tabs started to dissolve in my mouth as I started to chew the hits like gum and eventually swallowed. I had a relatively empty stomach and hadn't eaten for four hours. It was 10:30, I was still hungry so I just decided to eat a salami sandwich and iced tea. By 11:00, everyone went to bed as went sneaked downstairs to my game room to play video games, I was playing Assassin's Creed on PS3. Just something to do until my experience would really get going.

At this point the ecstacy gives me this slight hyperactive feeling and I just felt slightly like some erotic being. After this point, time does seem to feel infinite. As I played the Video game I noticed no change in visual perception, I almost thought the dose was still too weak like last time. As played on, I did feel a slight heart rate increase which could have been attributed to either the acid or the ecstacy.

At 12:00, granted everything seemed normal as I play the video games, I felt a change, so I looked to my carpet and just like in many mushroom trips before, the carpet starts shifting. I went to my bathroom to pee, as I walked on the wooden floors, the pattern of the wood had a hologram look to it, as if it was fluid. The lines between the tiles seemed to disappear and appear again while the vent register in my bathroom looked as if was breathing like it was alive (I similar things in the mushroom trips but this was more prominent). Before I put all my attention to the trip I wanted to finish my game so I played until 12:30 and retreated to my room. I felt this head pressure I feel with psychedelics and I knew I was reaching my peak here. There's a Led Zeppelin stairway to Heaven poster on my walls with some old man, some prophet on there. The cloak he was wearing looked like it was starting to drip of the poster as well as the words on the poster.

I sat down to meditate briefly to adjust my breathing to facilitate the intense energy of this feeling. My carpet floor seemed alive and took on a sand-like texture. It mini hallway space from my door seemed to stretch and contract and I felt the sensation as if I was riding a wave. I felt this was the perfect time to play guitar. EVERY NOTE WAS FLAWLESS!!!! Sound was orgasmic to the ears. It was the first time I felt like music was truly a gift from god.

Sound was orgasmic to the ears. It was the first time I felt like music was truly a gift from god.

 I played for 6 hours without realizing it. The strings were fluid, singing felt very enjoyable, the acid world evaporated around me as space and time were concepts that didn't matter anymore. The only thing was important were these notes, I was hypnotized by them, I was in a trance. It was 6:00 am, I am still in vaguely in the acid realm. The creme walls take on an ice cream texture that seems to pulsate in waves. The carpet on my bathroom is breathing. By 8:00-12:00, I'm still a little spacey, but tripping necessarily.

This was very interesting. I tapped into some creative realm I never knew existed. It was a positive experience. Very tiring after words. I have wished I had weed because that helps with the come down. I was able to have some 6 hours after I came down and that point it seemed like the cannabis had flared up some LSD effects. Like I had weird, but amusing auditory hallucinations. Even now, I realized interesting psychedelic traits in cannabis, I've always highly regarded cannabis for spiritual and psychedelic nature, but now even more so. LSD is such a fascinating chemical to work with, but I do believe I need a calm mind to handle it and a creative mind to see its true beauty.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 68722

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 8, 2017	Views: 1,502

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Alone (16), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   80 kg

We took it about 12 noon on a perfect early autumn day in March.  By 1.30pm the 8 of us were in the sea, splashing about and jumping with joy in and out of surf breakers straight from the Antarctic.

Things started to morph into serotonergia about half an hour later, just as we settled onto the camp on the top of the cliff.  Gazing out and down onto the paradisical arc of sand and wave, we could see the thousands of little dolphins leaping over each other in their frenetic quest to spill out onto the beach with each new and ever-more sparkling and be-jewelled wave.  At least that's what the foamy water resembled, both visually and energetically.

As we relaxed into each other's loving acceptance and enjoyed the astonishing vista before us, the sea-floor took on the appearance of the bottom of a vast swimming-pool, with the shades of dark from patches of wea-weed taking on the appearance of differently-coloured tiles on the floor.

Turning my back for a moment to the sea, I headed into the shade of the trees, into the heart of our camp.  All the bags and other paraphernalia we had deposited there instantly transformed into glowing jewels of ruby red, emerald green, blue sapphire and colours that were radiating their sweet luscious fruity taste with such intensity that I was stunned into an inanely smiling silence.  Incidentally as I stood up to walk, I  could feel my body plunging down into the ground and back up again, like I was suspended on a huge bungee-jump cord.

Three of the group were only using marijuana or alcohol and their conversation seemed to disturb the serenity and tranquillity of the experience.

At about 7pm or so, as the sun was setting beyond a bluff at the end of the beach, we walked along the strand, dipping toes in the waves with trousers rolled up - and we were on an endless infinite landscape, ever-present, primordial, ineffable.  Patterns in the exposed rock of the cliffs became creatures, reminiscent of the sacred patterns on the sides of Uluru.

The feelings of overwhelming (of shamelessly tearful intensity) empathy and love for my partner were impressive.

The sight of the sunset on the horizon was so universal and timeless that as a group we were transported to anywhere else in the world we wanted to be.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 51468

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 13, 2017	Views: 1,255

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LSD (2) : General (1), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 50 mg
		 insufflated
		 Methoxetamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

I'm in line at the bar. It's long, packed. I am silent, smiling like a maniac. Large though the crowd is, my pupils are wide enough to fit them all. People who make eye contact with me expect me to talk to them---I can tell. This is mostly the magic mushrooms talking.

After I've moved ten feet and abut the wall of the bar the line swells. More keep squeezing and I'm not shoulder to shoulder, but curve to curve with everybody. A girl two feet shorter than me is flush with my torso, pressed against me and five others. Even a gas chamber operator would find this overcrowding hazardous. Someone starts laughing with me, or I start laughing outwardly. Everyone is garbed so strangely, but I can't recall why.

I'm soon inside. The bouncer doesn't linger on my ID. It all matches except for the pupils. The place is crowded, but the counters are still clear and I can order a drink within seconds, so the wave hasn't yet hit. I dance briefly, but can feel that the energy hasn't yet reached the floor, but is waiting in the wings. I drink a gin and tonic beside the dj, watching the crowd and soaking up the mood. Soon. Very soon.

I ascend the stairs to the upper floor bathroom, a quieter place for those who have been inside before and left with sobriety and sense enough to recall its existence. It's larger, cleaner than the basement, and hasn't anyone working in it handing out water or gum or overseeing that no one is insufflating drugs or puking them out. This is an important quality in a bathroom.

It's quiet. I take a stall, and pull out my millilitre vial of methoxetamine. The square tiles on the floor are pulsating. My hand shakes the vial too vigorously and too much powder spills onto the surface of my phone. Enough mex to get me high for the next twelve hours, or maybe even for life, albeit a short one. I scrape some gingerly back into the vial, leaving a reasonable amount. But maybe that's the shrooms talking. Reason isn't why I'm here.

It goes wrong. My second nostril bleeds profusely the instant the particulate enters. I try to inhale harder despite the blood to keep it in my nose, but know that it's useless; only half the dose is in there. Plus I'm spilling everywhere. I grab wads of toilet paper and sit down. Soon I can't recall why I'm wherever I am. Paranoia grips me, as I worry about how much visible blood is on my face, or if the bouncers will be summoned for the suspiciously occupied stall. Stories from beyond the door drift in, and my predicament melds with them. Snippets catch, are enjoyable, and I am sharing a moment somehow with these figments. Shortly I hear insufflation from the stall beside me: a comforting sound. I am not alone. The blood subsides eventually, but I can't recall why I'm here. Am I nauseous? It doesn't appear so. Then I recall the blood and start wiping around my nostrils with saliva to remove the traces before I emerge and make for the sink.

Outside the bathroom, the energy has augmented. I'm on the top floor, looking down to the dance floor and the ledges above. Over a hundred multicolored creatures flailing in the lights greet me. I gasp, rapt, and return to the bar. I order a glass of water, and stand at the bar briefly. I am deeply connected to everyone here. As they pass me, their faces are all familiar, and I recognize them all from past nights, dreams, and lives. The water is blessed, and I am blessed, but at this point, that could be the mex talking.

I join the chaos on the floor, which is now impossible to see through the tangles of bodies. Several lines of people are slowing pushing their way through the crowd, and I join these with manic eyes and weave in and out of arms and legs. I feel myself to emanate love, that the contact with the bodies around me is transferring the energy we all feel, and that a collective cloud is around us, all of us. The sonic waves in the air are palpable to the entire body. Vibrations share the feeling, and everyone is joyous. There is hardly room to dance, but weaving and bumping around is all I want. Mankind gets me off.

Soon or hours later I return for more water at the bar. This is the second glass. But the bartenders understand. Everyone knows, and I know that I am emanating heat and energy. My head is constantly nodding. My eyes are wide and all-seeing and I am all-knowing. I know so much that complex things decompose; I can't understand what alcohol is, or what the words mean, but I know that every creature here is here to share love; they are unified, are one.

Back on the floor there is room and the vibrations in the air move my body for me. I am the sound turned into visible light and movable space. I bend, twist, turn, and step with mania. Beside girls, beside guys, I see and feel only a body---male and female have decomposed as well, and I know only that they are energy and love, and that love takes so many shapes and sizes and colours. Everyone here is imperfect if they are to be measured, but they are perfect if they are to be loved, because love is free, untethered, and ubiquitous. A girl asks me if I am high---the word and its intent reaches me as if through water and across ages of peaceful sleep without any thought of words at all. I cannot recall what high is, how high and alcohol are related.

I cannot recall what high is, how high and alcohol are related.

More words follow. Infused with the music and heat is the powerful smell of sweat. Sweat drifts slowly through the water as well---I recall it as a liquid, like alcohol. But sweat is made when the bodies move, when the bodies are powerful and are full of energy. Sweat and sex are intertwined, and sex is the transfer of energy. Sweat is the by-product of energy. And love is the result of this energy.

A group of girls grabs me as I drink water at the bar. I dance; they make eager sounds, and we are happy. They are beautiful; everyone who is happy is beautiful: I can see their joy in their faces, and the joy spreads to my face. And when my joy spreads to theirs, I can see it and I am made even more joyous to know that my energy has been shared. I look up into the air filled with sweat and heat and sound, see the people on the pulpits to the side, smiling and throbbing to the music. I cry out that our species is beautiful---no one needs to hear, they already know if they can merely see the air.

I dance with another group, who accept me and smile as we move together. The crowd shifts, more people push their way across the floor and I dance with another group. Constantly moving. Constantly moving. People see my energy; I see theirs; we touch our hands together and utter sounds lost in the haze, but our eyes say it all: fantastic---we are agreed.

Suddenly I look around, wondering what the hell is happening? Everyone here is dressed so strangely, and I can't understand why. The mood is great and everyone is happy, but I begin to understand I'm in a bar somewhere with a bunch of cross-dressers. I go looking for my sweater, which I never find. I wonder what time it is, and realize what alcohol is, and that everyone around me is marinaded in it. This is now mostly the acid talking.

On the street the strange creatures don't make any more sense than inside the bar. I don't understand what everyone is doing; slowly the word Halloween starts to filter towards me. This is difficult to process, as things still look odd and I can't place them all. The costumes unnerve me---I hope they're mostly costumes, and not the acid screaming.

I begin to walk up and down the block, crossing the street, asking people what they are, and then trying to remember what those things are. One is dressed as a piece of corn; I cannot recall what corn is, but have a sudden powerful recollection of childhood, playing piece of corn with my mother, a game in which I was buttered and peppered and salted and would run away once I was to be eaten. I decide against mentioning this game.

I'm walking bizarrely. Not a wayward drunk, but a hopping and sliding hippie peering at objects and balancing my dancing motions with tight-rope walking arms. Someone is asking me for molly, and I try to explain that our species is one collective consciousness---and that meant that someone somewhere on mdma was just as good as him here on mdma. I think he tells me to fuck off. That's the kind of thanks you get for enlightening your fellow man.

On the way home I call Lyon, hoping to catch him doing much the same on the way home from the bar. He's asleep however. The suburbs are back to their slow, slumbering self. He's asking how I am and I hear myself incoherently mention something to the effect of drugs, our species, and collective consciousness. This is mostly me talking.

Halloween makes no sense on a headful of acid. You feel yourself to be the only sane one, and that the world is comically tearing itself apart as its transvestites celebrate clothing of any sort. Fucking weirdos.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 98237

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Oct 31, 2017	Views: 1,359

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Mushrooms (39), LSD (2), Methoxetamine (527) : Club / Bar (25), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   61 kg

Substances &amp; Doses

1 and a half Hoffman blotter of LSD + smoking superb 'Super Hiah' Hashish throughout the experience (roughly 2 grams).

Background info:

I am a 22 year old young man who's had well over 15 Psilocybian Mushroom experiences, 3 Amazing Yopo experiences, 1 deliberate low dose, threshold Datura-tea experience, 4 LSD experiences of which the last 2 were very intense, too many XTC or 'E' (MDMA) experiences to remember and 1 plateau 3 DXM experience. Yes I am an entheogenic man and the last 2 drugs

I mentioned are the odd ones out. I am a regular hash smoker too, using it semi-recreational/semi-medicational (Helps calm my chaotic ADD mind and concentrate much better). My first mushroom trip was VERY bad, but it's been the only bad trip I've had.

Me and 3 friends decided to drop some acid on a certain day. The acid was obtained in the early evening and 9 o'clock we found ourselves in my rather large, cosy 2nd floor room, sitting on a plateau of mattresses smoking Hash and Weed in dimmed lights, preparing for the Wierdness to come. Let's call my Friends Skank, Alice, Duck &amp; Cat. Skank's male and Alice is his girlfriend. Duck's male and Cat is his girlfriend.

The Experience:

ONSET:

10 minutes to 10 that night we all took our hits of acid, all starting with half a blotter. it took about 15 to 30 minutes, keeping the blotters under our tongues, when we already felt minor, but defenite, strange sensations. From here on I will tell the experience purely subjectively; What I experienced.

As it gradually got stronger, the first wave came in the form of a dizzyness/stupor combined with general psychic excitation. A Defenite Change of perception was obvious. Then it left again totally and came back in another wave. It felt like a combination of Joy and fear equally mixed. Then it would leave again leaving us with a mild high, similar to that of eating hash brownies. This was however just the beginning and the waves would take us higher and higher as the trip progressed.

TRIP:

Next thing I knew we were all experiencing this unspeakably strange sensation which was so strange it made us all laugh uncontrollably: An equal combination of Physical AND Mental Joy, Hypersensitivity, Fear, Paranoia, sexual arousal and general Hysteria. After observing people's behaviour on acid, and my own experiences and behavior, I find it fair to say

that LSD makes people rather 'Magically enlightened through Divine Visionary Hysteria'. We were all laughing like crazy and having increasingly more incoherent conversations.

We were all laughing like crazy and having increasingly more incoherent conversations.

At a given point I started talking philosophically and introspectively with Alice; the only one who caught my spiritual vibe. I was discussing with her how I found that LSD tends to loosen up the Psyche so much that people under its influence become INCREDIBLY highly suggestive. We had a blast communicating with half words, incoherent lines and gibberish and still understanding each other perfectly. We seemed perfectly clairvoyant towards each other. I told her how you could give someone 5 blotters, tell them over and over again that their name is Bertus Octavianus Antioggio and they would believe it for the rest of their Life. In this situation I realised: LSD oughta be legal and the KING of all psychiatric medicine. Making the Mind that suggestible, that loose, it becomes kneadable for personality change and the undoing of bad habits. The power of LSD's energy can get anything done spiritually if guided consciously with strong intent. From Psychological, introspective Therapy to Spiritual endeavors such as Dreamwork, Divination and Enlightenment.

The next phase, 'cause I experience LSD always in different phases of effects, was very visual. I would see flower-shaped, colored mandalas everywhere. They swirled and were very persistently there whenever I would pay attention to them. On Acid I've found it's easy to be so drawn into my own psyche that I can easily forget all about the outside world, but when I take only one second to look at my surroundings everything seems paved, liquifying and distorted and is crawling with a sort of overlayed moving grid of geometrical, flower/plant shaped patterns. What's with the Geometrical Patterns? So peculiar about visual Psychedelics.

Then all of a Sudden Cat gave off a rather bad vibe by being grumpy and saying she didn't feel all right in my house from the start. I sat on Skank and Alice's side of the mattress: The Joyful side. Whenever I came close to Cat I felt a negative, heavy vibe. Duck must have felt this too because he became a little fed up with her grumpyness and joined 'our side' of the mattress. It was truly so that night that my mattress-floor chillout had become split into Joy-side and a Frustration-side. Needless to say on which side I stayed all night.

I went to the bathroom to look in the Mirror. So many people say 'You should never look in mirrors while on acid!' but I've found exactly THIS to be VERY fascinating. I looked into the mirror and saw the 1000 different me's. My face morphed although not in a physically visual way. It was rather the Character my face Radiated that was morphing. The impression my face had changed and shifted and I saw how Ugly I was AS WELL AS how beautiful I was and Realised that being Beautiful/Attractive or being Ugly/Unattractive is mostly the way you look at it. The meaning of 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' became yet another grade clearer to me. The Power/Energy that was radiating through my eyes in the mirror was just Terrifyingly strong.

I felt blessed with a Divine, extremely powerful and alien energy.

Because Cat was feeling rather uncomfortable, we had the idea of going outside to possibly make her feel better. At first I was completely paranoid about going outside in the state we were in. I was trying to take care and be the responsibility of the group as I am usually the most clearminded of my 'travelling company'. So I offered the plan to go outside but stay in my garden. We sat in my beautiful garden. It must have been around 4 in the morning by then and we were seriously enlightened by the sight of my beautiful nightly garden, the nightly sky filled with stars and the cool, yet not cold, nightly breeze. Suddenly Alice and Skank walked out of my Garden and I became concerned as Cat and Duck were still in my garden with me. Two people wandering off into the night being bewitched by LSD sounded like potential disaster to me so I quickly told Duck and Cat that Skank and Alice had left my garden and that we'd better follow and join them to be sure they'd be allright. And so we did.

We followed them outside my block, where in the magic of the night I changed my Mind about staying 'safe and sound' in my room. I told Alice that I changed my mind and that it had been an EXCELLENT idea to go outside. I made the plan to go to a 24/7 gas station shop to buy some cigarettes and candy.  It was only about 200 meters away from my house. Only me and Cat were 'sensible' enough to go inside and buy what we needed. We sat down behind the gas station afterwards and looked at the streets, the skies and each other. We just burst into laughter as it was a maniacally strange moment. Feeling truly bewitched by equally good and evil Magic we laughed out loud. Sitting there looking at Alice I thought she looked like Alice from Alice in Wonderland. Her Character and her appearance. On our way back walking through the streets we were just awestruck by everything. The Sky looked as though it was an endless Blue/Magenta/Purple Crystal plane high over our heads and the Trees seemed to lean over our heads as if it were dark, magical fairytale. I could swear it was JUST like I had walked straight into a Salvador Dalí painting.

We went back home and sat in my garden for a while. Cat's grumpyness hadn't passed yet and while speaking rather philosophically (more sort of thinking out loud) Cat got annoyed with me  and reacted kind of falsely and sharply, which was kind of a buzzkill. What I did about it was leave Duck and Cat behind in my garden and join Skank and Alice with their eternally positive vibe. We smoked our last joints and they went home before sunrise.

Throughout the trip I felt these unearthly bodily sensations that I can only describe as a cross between Extreme sedation and Extreme stimulation, paired with occasional feelings of Liquifying and melting. The last wave of the trip, walking home from the 24/7 shop was most magical and enlightening.The Hash and Weed we smoked seemed to increase the strange bodily sensations and numbness a lot and time and time again seemed to trigger another wave of Acid's intensity. There was no such thing as 'Time' in the experience. It was an eternal moment that could have been a couple of hours as easily as a couple of days. Wonderfull Excursion.

Blessed be Albert Hoffman!

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 70727

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Oct 31, 2017	Views: 1,660

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LSD (2) : General (1), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

After setting up my campsite at Bonna ‘09, I was lying on the grass trying to stay out of the sun when a guy in his mid 20’s walked up to me and asked me if I wanted some molly. I said no politely and he proceeded on his way, before he was out of view though I yelled across for him to come back. I asked him if he knew where I could get some acid. He told me to follow him, I did. We walked two tents over from mine to a group of tents under a large green tarp, that I later named ‘tent city‘. The guy said wait here and walked into the darkness that lurked in tent city, about a minute later he returned with another mid 20’s guy.

Mid 20’s guy number two walks up to me and we shake hands, the other guy walks away.

“what do you need” he says

“lsd” I reply

“Is two for 15 alright with you?” he asks

I reply with a simple nod of my head and he creeps back into tent city. I wait anxiously for him to return, after about 5 minutes he comes back.

“I cut these strips pretty fat, so enjoy”

“Thanks man, I appreciate it” I shake his hand again.

We go our separate ways, I return to my campsite ecstatic to drop for the first time in over 3 months. Upon inspection of the tabs I realize its 3 tabs cut into 2 making them both rectangular shapes rather than squares with a small perforation going through one side. I decided that night will be the night I take it, with no hesitation I pop the first in my mouth. I wait a little while for the second because I don’t know the strength of the blotter and I wanted to get a feel for the strength without it hitting me like a train.

Everything is going well and I feel the acid and I see the bands I intended on, so I pop the second. I feel the second everything is a little bit nuts but definitely something I have under control. I go see the last band I wanted to see of the night and me and my friends head back to our campsite. I’m having a really good time when I get there so I decide to smoke a joint of this killer weed I had picked up specifically for Bonnaroo. I start to feel odd, unexplainably odd, I get into my tent take off my shoes and lay down onto my back looking up at the ceiling of the tent. I start to see some pretty intense waves on the walls, it starts to storm outside and the whole tent is shaking. Lighting was crashing all around me my heart was pounding and I felt as though I couldn’t breathe. I feel myself being pulled away from everything around me very quickly. I tried to tell my friends I was having a bad trip, but they didn’t know what to do because they didn’t have any experience with psychedelics like I have. All I could do is lay there and take it in, suddenly I couldn’t tell if my eyes were opened or closed. My first thoughts is that I was dead balancing between heaven and hell in some kind of purgatory type realm, I figured I OD‘d. I talked myself down by saying repeatedly to myself “you can’t OD on lsd“. It became like a song in my head, a beat. After what felt like years I realized I wasn’t dead and where I was. For a short amount of time I was under control.

I looked about the tent and it became a different place then a tent in Manchester, TN on the Bonnaroo campgrounds. It became an open field of tall grass swaying back and forth with many hills and a light blue sky. Slowly it became the tent again, everything was out of place and nothing felt quite right. I couldn’t do anything but close my eyes and try to ignore it, when I closed my eyes though all I could see was a small cube of multicolored lights that said something in the middle, as I kept my eyes closed longer it got larger and larger. As it became larger it was very clear what it said: YOU ARE ON LSD in bold letters. Every time the colors changed I could feel each individual color pour into me but not my body into me, as in my soul. After what felt like years it went away, all I could see was black. I began to transcend  my body, I felt my body dissipating from me. I was my soul out of my body, racing through space, stars shooting past me, free beyond any way of describing it. I then transcended time and space, I reached total inner peace and connection with myself. At this point I believe that I was at a ++++ on the Shulgin Rating Scale. I don’t remember anything that happened past this point, I passed out.

The next morning I awoke shaking, I got out of the tent and walked to the bathrooms. On my way a group of people stopped and asked me if I was ok, I said yes and realized I must look like absolute shit from the complete and utter mind fuck that had taken place the night before. I thought I had a bad trip, I now realize that’s completely opposite of what happened. I reached who I really am as a person and am forever changed by the first night of Bonnaroo 2009.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 79443

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 2, 2017	Views: 1,271

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