		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:00
		 0.5 tablets
		 insufflated
		 MDMA
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 3:00
		 1 tablet
		 insufflated
		 MDMA
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

So it tried a candyflip for the first time on Monday and have never tried LSD or MDMA as well. Needless to say I had a hell of a time. I had the most stunning visuals and the trip was a real head fuck but there was still a great deal of euphoria.

It started out on a Sunday afternoon. I went to my buddies house and told him I would give him 20 so he could get a flap of coke while I went on an acid trip. I know it’s 5 bucks a hit but I wanted acid badly and 10 extra bucks was no biggie. I put the 2 hits on my tongue at 2:30 and held them there for about an hour. Around 3:00 I was already starting to feel strange. I felt really giddy and there was an all around strange feeling like my sense of balance was put off a little. I started to notice detail in everything. I was fascinated by my friends stucco ceiling and kept looking up at it as well as the wood grain patterns on his doors.

My first visuals were seeing bright reddish pink dots out of the corner of my eye and even more when I looked at wood grain or the stucco ceiling. Soon they were in the center of my vision and were much more noticeable. I see these red dots usually at the begining of a shroom trip as well, on dxm and even on weed once in a while when I'm really ripped. My friend was playing Jedi mind tricks, the volume was turned up and I could feel the soundwaves hitting me. I could feel the raw anger and intensity of his voice hitting me. The music just had much more meaning and intensity.

The trip really started at 3:30. The ceiling I was starring at in his living room was warping slightly and there was a light purpelish tinge to it. I began seeing the dots grow larger and start to move around along the wood grain when I looked at his door frame. As I breathed it looked like the door frame was growing in and out slightly. When I'd lean in to look closer at the carpet it would almost indent as if I was causing it to happen. When I’d move my head to the left or right when looking up it almost felt like the ceiling was shifting with me. Shadows behind pictures on his wall would appear to grow. I began to notice that the ceiling was morphing more and more bulging in and out all over the place I also noticed 2 dominant colours a green and magenta interchanging with each other while the ceiling was morphing I went up stairs and looked at my pupils which were fucking huge I noticed the walls in the mirror starting to breathe.

I went back downstairs and began listening to a Pink Floyd album on my ipod (A Saucerful of Secrets, really good on acid). The ceiling was warping with much more intensity almost bubbling. The patterns on his couch were shifting slightly. I looked at a painting across from me, a boy and a dad working on a tractor near a barn. There was a dog as well in the picture. The picture had such intensity the greens on the tree were incredibly vibrant the picture had a shining quality and it would appear to shimmer like a holagaphic image as I moved my head. The trees began to look like they were blowing in the wind.

The visuals and music were working in perfect synergy I began to wonder if the visuals made the music more intense or if the music made the visuals more intense. My buddy decided to go out and buy a gram of weed and a cap of e instead of blow. We went out to meet the guy I took out another 20 from my bank in case he wanted to get blow later. While outside the snow had a purplish tinge the trees were a bright orange waving slightly as the sun setted. We got back to his place and he asked me if I wanted to candyflip. I was more then willing so he crushed it into 2 lines we each snorted it at about 4:30. I already felt strange within a few minutes the trip felt much more intense more euphoric and my body felt so good in a strange way.

We decidded to go out and get some blow. I called the dealer on my cell he wouldn’t answer so we called the guy we bought off earlier and decided to buy to more caps. by 5:30 there was a definite mood lift walking felt so good like I was floating and nothing could bring my mood down. I hadn’t really noticed the visuals as I was walking as much almost like I forgot about them. I began to wonder if I sullied the experience by taking e. That notion was quickly thrown out the window when we got to the dealers house. We chilled at his place and railed a pill each. I was noticing the visuals getting much more intense there were roses on his wall that were spinning around growing in and out while the wall bulged in and out. The vines with the roses appeared to be growing as well.

We decided to peace it and went for a walk to a burger joint. The visuals were only growing in intensity I stopped to look at the trees the branches appeared to be waving like tentacles like the tree was a living entity I was wondering wtf, I asked my friend if the tree was moving he said yes the wind was blowing through it. We arrived at the burger joint and I was definatley peaking the visuals were the most intense. I looked at the tiles and there was awsome floral patterns all over every tile spinning around moving to the next tile all interchanging with each other they began to change to fractals and the floor looked glass while some strange orange textured fluid was flowing underneath the tiles. Again it solidified to a floral texture the lines in the floor began to wave and morph like vines and began to change green and appeared to be growing out. 'Vines I’m seeing fucking vines’ I said. My friend laughed and said 'yeah right' I was absolutley floored by the visuals.

I decided to head to the washroom I looked in the mirror and was amazed I was absolutley fascinated as I was starring at myself my face had such detail I was gaping in awe with a goofy child like grin on my face with glazed over eyes. I felt as if I was being pulled into the mirror, soon green smokey fractal patterns appeared fairly faintly and began to thicken. Suddenly I heard some strange tribal music in my head like flutes or something the coulors were shifting from orange to green and I was so euphoric. The mirror began to look like it had added depth to it as I was leaning closer to it feeling like I was being pulled in.

I was so amazed but I decided pull away and to go out and meet my friend before he got worried. We walked to a park and arrived at the pavillion. We smoked a few bowls when we got there and omg the weed brought the trip to a whole new level. Besides the head fuck of acid and visuals as well as the euphoria and energy of MDMA I began feeling very spacey and stoned. I leaned against a wall with my buddy and went into a trance I forgot my friend was there and my thoughts began echoing. I felt like there was nothingness behind me just a balcony I was leaning on. It got to the point where I could imagine myself leaning against the balcony I could see the infinite sea of coulors swirling around behind me. I closed my eyes and I could see myself leaning against the balcony as bright greens oranges and yellows morphed together beautifully. I opened my eyes and decided to turn around to see if this was all real. I turned to my right and for a second it was like I was looking in the mirror seeing my reflection it dawned on me that it was my friend and I finally snapped out of it I remembered I was leaning on a wall.

We went inside and sat in the lobby the awsome fractal patterns were still on the tiled floor in the pavillion changing coulors. A car had pulled up shining light on the floor for a few seconds the floor glowed in a brilliant bright silver coulor as the fractals moved around, the floor appeared to be encrusted with jewels and diamonds shining brightly. I was absolutley floored and thought it was absolutley the most beautiful shit I had ever seen. It quickly dissapeared but returned when ever a car would pull out. We decided to peace it and I began walking home. I saw fractal patterns all over the sidewalks the snow shimmered and glowed with beautiful intensity. I went into a deep train of thought and wondered the neighborhood on an acid trip for a good 2 hours. I must of looked stupid because every couple of minutes I would have to stop and appreciate the visuals I would literally stand in the middle of the street or sidewalk looking at random things watching them morph for a good 5 minutes each time. I turned on dark side of the moon and it was wonderful as always.

I began to think of how materialistic we really were and how people would go out on Boxing Day which was that day and buy shit they didn't need just for a feeling of empowerment. I began to realize how primitive it really was. It was just away for us as humans to gain status just as animals would in a primitive way. I realized we really are animals. I thought of how maybe I was itemizing drugs taking them just for the hell of it. And even intense beautiful music like Pink Floyd was materialistic. I didn’t see it as an art form just because it was on an ipod. I really loathed the freaking thing. But it dawned on me that music was art and it didn’t matter what medium it was in it was still music and still an art. It just came from some where different whether it was a cd, cassette, record, mp3 it was still music.

I realized how surreal the visuals really were I likened it to surreal art like Picasso and Salvador Dali even wierd shit I created. I wondered how we could come up with stuff like this. I wondered if art as well as my psychdellic mindstate were just parts of the primitive brain that would manifest itself once in a while. Whether it was art, a trip, or a dream it would come out in some way. I realized we could not be like this all the time we would go insane and eventually be driven to suicide from such a chaotic mindstate. As creative and philosophical as you are on this stuff we are not meant to function like this all the time. This mindstate is only meant to manifest itself through various mediums. Too much of anything could be bad. It’s essentially here for occasional use.

As I walked around, I closed my eyes and got stunning visuals. I opened my eyes I realized the sky was clear I looked up and my cev's were projected on the dark sky there were wonderful blobs of coulor all over the sky red, orange, purple, and green every imaginable colour, as well as the bright pink dots every where. The stars began moving around growing and moving in and out slightly I noticed fractal patterns and the blobs of coulor looked like distant galaxies and nebula it was so stunning. And it got to the point where the visuals were imposible to differentiate from the sky itself. I sat down on a bench in a park and noticed trees blending together in the background with the most fluid motion, branches moving like a living organism intertwinning with each other, it began to look like they were bleeding together. I looked at the snow and it had a lumpy texture the snow began moving and looked like worms inching across the park.

I decided to walk home as I did I noticed a tree that stuck out I focused on it with intensity the patterns of the bark moved around I noticed details and every individual branch and twig. The red/pink dots began to move along the bark almost as if they were swimming faster and faster fast enough to start making lines which connected together. I noticed the tree as a whole and I swear to god it was covered in red lines moving and pulsing. They appeared to be veins. I looked at other trees and they had the wonderful veins too.

I got home and managed to slip by the rents. I went to bed pulled the blanket over me and was swallowed in a sea of awsome visuals and patterns. I could feel my self open and close my eyes but the visuals remained as I was in complete darkness under the covers. One last time I looked out the window the garage appeared to be breathing growing in and out slightly as the window on it shifted from left to right. The garage walls rippled. I watched this in awe for a half hour and eventually returned to my closed eye visuals. The last thought I remember was how we were primitive but how we had the ability to question existence and life itself. And form religions and feel love and hate. I thought of how we always strived for meaning in our life. I saw this as a curse and thought maybe we were the only one of our kind with this burden. Would we be happier in such blissful ignorance. I eventually drifted off to a dreamless sleep (those are the ones I hate).

Needless to say I had a blast. I noticed acid visuals have alot more patterning to it and detail in the visuals. Mushroom visuals are a bit more fluid and things are able to blend together smoothly. Not to say there wasn’t any fluid like visuals with acid.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 62533

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 6, 2007	Views: 8,095

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		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

Before this experience, I thought I had tripped before. I had taken acid once, but only one hit. Just enough to make things breathe and pulse, and colors stand out for a while. I had also taken mushrooms, which caused me to feel like a crab on the beach and turned sand into fire, but the hallucinations were still mild. I was on just under an 8th, barely anything by my newfound standards.

Just to give some background on my other drug experiences, at age 17 I've been smoking weed multiple times a day for two or three years, I have done quite a bit of nitrous oxide (I used to do a box to the face in one sitting on a regular basis), I greatly enjoy real wormwood Absinthe (which my friend imports directly from the Czech Republic) and I've been known to binge on cocaine occasionally, though never enough to cross into the frightening realm of addiction.

Unlike many other young drug users, I do not take drugs to escape from a shitty reality, or to get as loaded as possible, or because everyone else does it. I just consider myself somewhat of a psychonaut. I am a very happy person by nature, and I am just as content to be sober as to be twisted. I am simply fascinated by the world of drugs, and the only possible way to explore this fascination is to take drugs myself. I am my own lab rat. I love it that you can temporarily change your brain chemistry to experience the world in new ways. I parallel my drug use with taking a trip to the amusement park or the movies. It's just another mentally engaging activity. Anyway...on to the trip.

One night, I was with three friends and we had talked about procuring some acid. My friend A, the most experienced tripper of the group, warned us that this was very strong acid and that we should be mentally prepared for quite a trip. I knew to trust him, because I had seen a couple of dudes on this stuff a week earlier, and they were hilarious. One guy basically lost the ability to speak English and stood in the middle of the sidewalk in New York City chugging a 40 of Budweiser while people stared and laughed at him. My other two friends had never tripped on anything before.

I decided that I wanted to lose my mind for the night, after all I was with good friends who I know and trust and we had plans to go to A's house, one of my favorite places in the whole world. His basement is incredibly tranquil, comfortable, decorated with all kinds of trippy shit, and most importantly safe from any unwanted interferences. So I agreed, and before we knew it it was 9 PM and the sheets were on our tongues, with the most powerful drug I have ever experienced seeping into our bodies. It took forever to kick in, so of course we had no option but to smoke a whole bunch of reefer during the waiting period.

For about an hour, I was just stoned. Then, after about an hour and a half, things started getting a bit weird. We went into my friend's apartment building to take a piss, and I remember the distinct sensation of walking into a castle. I could feel the castle above us, surrounding us. Then we went outside to roll a blunt. The acid was just barely starting to kick in. It was coming in waves. The sky appeared to be rolling and buildings started to sway, but then it would stop for a few minutes. My friends were feeling it too. They were all giggling like first-time stoners and no one could roll the blunt. Finally someone managed to twist a decent blunt so we left the spot we were in and moved to one of our favorite smoking spots, a secluded garden in a nearby apartment complex. I had been to this place a million times, yet I couldn't find my way around. Everything looked like everything else. We stumbled around like drunkards for a few minutes, weaving into a spot and then realizing it was a dead end instead of the path we hallucinated. I saw the same dumpster in a few places. Every time I turned my head, there was the dumpster. This was starting to flip me out, but luckily we found a spot to sit and smoke.

Up until this point, I wasn't experiencing anything new. Mild hallucinations and disorientation were familiar to me. I thought I was as twisted as I was gonna get that night. Boy, was I wrong as shit. After we burned the blunt, A went to go for a walk around the garden while B and C (and a few other friends) stayed on the bench. Now the weed was working hard, and amplifying the acid. My sense of the environment went from being a bit messed up to completely fucked in a million different directions, and I was finding it hard to speak comprehensibly. So I told A 'I'm just gonna run back, that’ll feel good', and that's when I started truly tripping in the most intense fashion.

As I was running, I had a shred of reality to grasp onto. I knew that I was going to where my friends were. But when I got there, It didn’t feel like I had gone anywhere at all. I knew I ran, and I knew that as I was running the world whizzed by like a tunnel around me, yet there was no sensation whatsoever of having traveled. My sense of space and time was completely gone. I noticed a distinct shift in the world from being in my head to being in front of me, like a movie. Instead of living in the world, I was being shown the world. It was at this point that my mind told me I had left the planet. 'No more waves, motherfucker. You've departed for good.' The acid told me that I didn't run from one place to another, but I ran away from the world as I knew it.

I was scared at first, but I immediately accepted my state and began to enjoy it. All of us somehow communicated to each other that we were tripping hard and that we should get out of the public streets of Manhattan and travel to the sanctuary of A's crib. Although I couldn't make out what was around me, I knew the general direction of the train that we had to take, so we headed that way. At this point intense visuals started on the journey. We walked in front of a large group of tourists, and as we crossed paths they seemed to merge into one another before blosoming outwards into a floral pattern. In other words, the group became like a print on a bandana. Blocks kept repeating themselves, so that even though I knew we were going the right way, I had no sense of how far we were.

Bubbles started floating through the fabric of space-time and popping in front of my face. I almost walked right in front of a car. We made it onto the train platform and began to truly accept how twisted everything was, and that we would be in this state for quite a while. It is important to note that at this point, all four of us began feeling like one person. This ESP lasted for the rest of the night and afterwards we all told each other that it felt like we were on the same trip. We all recalled how on the come-up, we kept thinking, 'allright this is IT, we can't GET any more insane', but then we kept going and going and going. Anyway back to the train, the platform kept growing away from us, and people who were in fact very far away seemed as though they were right next to us. The train finally came, and we sat down.

After the first stop, a cop walked onto the train and stood right next to us. At this point we were tripping so hard that any conversation would have given us away immediately, so I made it clear that we should be silent by putting on my headphones. The others agreed with me psychically (strong ESP between us at this point). No point in being paranoid when you can just be silent. I was surprised, however, to hear my friends making a commotion, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I saw a million cops on the train coming to arrest us. But when I looked over, my friends were as silent as me, and there was only one cop who didn't notice us at all. Every time I looked away, this scene repeated itself. I decided to keep my eyes closed.

Closed eye visuals were amazing. The train was a submarine, everything was submerged. I opened my eyes again and the floor of the train flowed like water. I was listening to a song that I know very well by Mastodon, but it sounded different. It was playing slowly, and I could physically see the waves of the watery train plod along like molasses to the music. The vocals were flanged and the bass rattled. The visuals were pretty damn crazy, but as a musician, the auditory hallucinations were fucking INTENSE. As soon as I began really enjoying this scenario, we had to change trains. Oddly enough we had no trouble finding the second train, even in our completely twisted state.

In the station on the way, I heard by friend B say something like 'Everyone has to do this.' I don't know if he really said it or if it was in my head, but I completely agreed and I had my first true revelation of the evening. I used to think Tim Leary was full of shit. I used to think that anyone who says they have spiritual and life-changing revelations on acid is simply justifying their use of a recreational drug. As I was tripping intensely, however, I realised that acid is much more than a recreational drug. Sure, it was enjoyable as hell to me, but I had important realizations that night which have stuck with me since and will forever. B was right. Everyone should see how malleable our world is in order to appreciate the world as we know it. We have to experience our perception being completely torn apart and rearranging the world into a giant slideshow of our subconscious in order to truly see, know, and feel the way we perceive the world. I finally began to see where all those hippies were coming from.

We got off the second train, in Queens, and walked to A's house. A church appeared on every corner on the way. When we got down into the sanctuary of his basement, all at once we exclaimed 'WE'RE SAFE'. There was a tremendous feeling of high spirit and gratitude. Not to mention we were still tripping BALLS. I guess it had only been two hours since we dosed but we had no time perception whatsoever. A informed us that we were still coming up. I believed him. The hallucinations were getting much more visual, and much more pronounced. But they were also getting much more pleasurable. At this point we transitioned from the 'what the fuck is going on, profound spiritual revelation' phase to the 'kaleidoscope eyes' phase. Instead of the all around mindfuck I had experienced on the journey, my mind was at ease, churning out beautiful image after beautiful image everywhere I looked. The trip had hit full stride. This is when my point of view shifted completely. So here goes, my best interpretation of it:

'A says 'We have to come down off this acid!' before promptly taking the form of a giant chameleon. I disagree. We have to be like this for while. We sit down in silence, I keep my mouth closed but I can feel a cheshire grin spread across my face. Goddamn this is silly. No, wacky! That's the perfect term. I'm wacky on acid, and that's why I sprout this wacky fake grin that only I can feel. I look at a painting of mermaids on the wall. They're trying to do something, to get something accomplished. I see them move, and communicate in their fully animated underwater world. The king is angry with his daughters, who are swimming in circles under his feet, in and out of a giant shipwreck. They try to climb the giant anchor in the middle but they slide back down and never get there. The king rises up, but I can see that he is not actually angry. The mermaids are all just enjoying life in their land. Woah! Holy shit! That was awesome! That painting just came to life! I can look at the painting and animate it with my mind.

I had to share this with my friends. However, acid makes communication difficult. I tell them 'Life is like a TV right now'. They agree with my sentiments exactly. I've hit the nail on the head. Everything we look at is it's own TV show, except nothing sucks! Everything is beautiful if we want it to be. The pink curtains are electric and jump out at me, telling me to party hard. I look at a blue light on the ceiling. It unravels into a line of small dancers, each one sprouting arms and legs out of a dot body with no face and linking up, dancing the can-can. And then one of the most beautiful experiences of my life occurs, an instant classic that I know I'll never forget even as it's happening: I lay down, and I see a layer of roots form out of the pipes on the ceiling. They are growing and growing. Then I feel roots underneath me. They link up with the roots on the ceiling. I am being caressed by a mass of roots in the middle of my friend's basement.

A and B come back down with food and drinks. They left? I guess their energy was manifested in C who was with me the whole time. Woah. I look at a guitar and it starts to breathe, with cubist patterns dancing a boogie around the fretboard, popping out in different formations, changing with perfect rhythm. I look down at my hands. They wiggle and grow in perfect time, just like the roots, while a section of Bartok's 'Concerto for Orchestra' plays in my head. We decide to step outside to A's private garden.

Imaginary strobe lights slow the walk down. We make it, and sit down on a bench in the garden. The white flowers are swirling in the moonlight. I look up at the one tall building I can see. A bolt of lighting comes from the building and strikes me in the head. But it feels good! It feels GREAT! Everything is illuminated and buzzing. This acid is electric. I start feeling electricity, seeing it, hearing the word. I feel emotions which don't exist, which are indescribable. Hearing words that don't exist, that I can't communicate.

We decide to go for a walk. Each block is the same as the last one. We make it to a deli. As I turn down an aisle everything turns red and a comical voice in my head shouts NO. I laugh hysterically and leave the aisle, which must be the wrong one. Navigation is difficult, because everything is in motion. How do people drive on this shit? When I'm on drugs, especially psychedelics, I get this odd sensation where I think it's normal to do anything on drugs, then I find it really puzzling when I think of something that would be impossible to do under the influence of the drug I'm on.

We leave and go to the river to stare at Manhattan, our home. So alive. Lights blink rhythmically in every building. Cars move. Manhattan is the heart of everything. We try to go back to A's house, but everything is confused. We end up on some block, all alone. This block is thick with energy. We stay in silence. We're still tripping, but we've managed to gain some kind of objective insight into what the hell has been happening to us. Holy shit it's 4 in the morning. We go back to A's and smoke some weed, which was absolutely necessary. The visuals which were slowly fading start to come back, but they're less intense.

We watch TV, and I confirm that I am truly myself by making jokes about the show like I always do. I can do that, so I'm fine. I realize the whole experience, unlike other drugs, was 100 percent safe. Not at any point did I feel at risk for any kind of damage to my physical or mental health. The only physical side effects that I felt were random muscle twinges. The drug came, and now it's starting to go. At this point we try to sleep, basking in the afterglow of the trip.

I slept for a couple of hours, and woke up alone at 7:30. I had to leave earlier than the others, who were sound asleep. The afterglow was amazing. I couldn't tell if the acid itself was still affecting me or if I just felt different because my mind was in awe at what it had experienced. Either way, I felt amazing. I was full of euphoric energy, despite the lack of sleep, and I saw new life in everything. I started thinking about myself, and realized that I could do anything I wanted with my life. I saw how much control I had over my circumstances in a way that I never managed to see before. I don't think any old person can just take a few hits of acid and completely change for the better, but personally, I felt I had been through a profound and beneficial life experience.

I haven't done acid since then, as I don't want to tarnish the experience by turning acid into just another recreational drug like weed. I will probably take it a few more times in my life, but only at points where I feel it is reasonable and my mindset will make the experience helpful. Since my trip I have done mushrooms a few times to have a less intense, more recreational hallucinogenic experience. I have also taken Ecstasy sporadically, which I enjoy but only take on special occasions because I find the feeling of rolling to be completely different every time, and only truly pleasurable in the right situation. Nonetheless, no drug has ever had a profound, awe-inspiring influence on me like that night's acid trip, and I seriously doubt I will ever see such beautiful images again in my entire life. However, I'm content knowing I've seen them once. I think LSD should be made the eighth wonder of the world. A trip into my own mind is more satisfying and marvelous than a trip to any monument.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 62644

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 6, 2007	Views: 53,118

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

It was an ordinary February day, I had a sugar cube hit I’d obtained from my buddy A. I had done acid once prior, and still experienced flashbacks from it, distortions of my visual field, borders and definitions would disappear. I had all but given up on mushrooms, I had done them 5 times and had 5 bad trips, The last 2 times both ending in paranoid breakdowns. I felt I had done something horribly wrong, everyone hated me or was reporting me to the police, I saw girls from past relationships in the mirror looking back at me, but nonetheless I decided to trip one last time.

Hallucinogenics take a long time to manifest themselves in me, usually a hour and a half to two hours, I had eaten lightly the previous day and had been ingesting Vit C for about a week prior, That’s about all the preparation knowledge I have, but it works for me. About 90 mins after ingestion, I noticed my hands were about 3 times bigger than usual, each finger the size of a whiteboard marker. I closed my eyes, I started falling through blackness, actually being drawn into it, the blackness tore open and revealed a field of red, green and blue stars and planets racing past me, a familiar hallucination that occurs in me on just about any drug, or even if I’m just very tired.

All sorts of odd sounds seemed to be coming from outside my room, detuned saxophones, people yelling, soft piano lines, then these sounds would slowly fade back to the traffic on the nearby highway, The world outside my window beckoned me, trees moved slowly in my direction, their branches curving around to from ornate designs, I stepped outside to the bluest sky I have ever seen, I lit a cigarette, looking at it and my hand, something seemed amiss, the scene looked very distant. I walked around my neighborhood, feeling very tall when walking downhill and about 6 inches tall when walking uphill.

When I returned home I was fully tripping, it had been about two and a half hours, After using the bathroom I glanced at my reflection, this is when I completely disconnected, mirrors are usually what grab my attention when tripping and this time was no different. The light was off, so all I saw was a dark figure that seemed to be about fifteen in front of me, The figure was unrecognizable, but as soon as I though that, it became reality and my mind was gone, rather my ego, I wasn’t me, The only thing in existence was this scene of the dark figure lifting its arms, it was in my field of vision but I didn’t feel I was even there, It was just the only thing their, After five minutes of this (or maybe only 2 seconds) I composed myself and turned on the light, My face immediately began to melt, Then my shirt became my old football uniform, complete with shoulder pads, My shirt was black and red, so the uniform was too, unlike the purple one I actually wore when I used to play, Then my reflection became her again, a former girlfriend that I often dream about, I loudly said “No!” and jumped back, shaking my head, I felt exhausted so I lay down.

I put on my Ipod and lay down listing to radiohead, my ipods white backlight seemed trippy, so I held  it up to my face, with a rush my whole consciousness was sucked into the sea of white light, I was in my ipod, Each note making my body jolt with a myriad of tactile sensations, Thom Yorkes voice was fluctuating from fast to slow motion, new parts of the song formed, which I remember, but don’t actually hear when I listen to it now, For another hour I just laid down on my bed immobile, glued to the ground, part of it. Staring at my ceiling, It glowed brilliant White, then faded to Pitch Black, then slowly became nothing. Not Black, Not White, Not Gray, it was just nothing. A sort of transparent indescribable cloud, Kaleidoscopic arrays of color came next.

I went outside to have another cigarette. I had the quintessential false feeling of sobriety, I wasn’t hallucinating but something just wasn’t right. I sat on a curb at the bottom of my apartment complex, To this day I’m not sure if the next events actually happened. A car pulled up, its owner got out, went over to the lease office, opened the mail slot, looked inside then left, Another car did this, then another, When I predicted that the next car driving by would do the same, it did, two more times. I saw a woman walking on the street, then I would see one of the exact cars that had already passed me, pass me again. I floated home in confused stupor. While trying to sleep I suddenly felt a deep religious conviction, God was talking to me, I felt a massive sensation of guilt for all my past sins and broke into tears, After about an hour I fell asleep after twelve hours of tripping.

Since then, The world has never been the same, every horizon appears to be painted, with all sorts of specs of light dancing in it. Stationary objects stand out much more, I occasionally experience flashbacks of varying degrees, sometimes a clocks hands disappear, sometimes I mistake a car or bush for a fully formed person, in khakis watching me and smoking a cigarette, I was diagnosed with Persisting Perception Disorder, and Schizotypal Personality Disorder in 2007 and have since ceased the use of hallucinogenics, I still remember the last trip I had though, It was undoubtedly the most profound and mystical experience I have ever had, But if your mind is still clear, and you haven’t tripped yet, remember its not for everyone

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 62055

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 9, 2007	Views: 11,242

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), General (1), Relationships (44), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27)


		 DOSE:

		 8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   85 kg

Setting:  my familiar, comfortable home, with 2 good, true friends.

Previous dosing interval:  Three weeks

Dose:  4 Jesus Christ and 4 Hoffman Bicycle Trip. I was told the Jesus Christ was a conservative (minimum) but amazing 150ug each. Hoffmann’s also excellent.

 [Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]

Quality: Jesus 10 out of 10, Hoffmann 9.25 out of 10

So, I'll try as best I can to explain something as ethereal as was presented to me. My friends were dosing, and I was the trip-sitting since one guy was taking enough for five people, and the other enough for three. Here is the report that my friend gave me a while after the experience:

'We were tripping together, when I felt a surge of energy unlike any other. I had to excuse myself, because I had to lie down, everything was too much. So I go into my room, shut the door and the blinds, lie down, and get control of my respiration and heart rate. 'Relax, be the energy, let the river take you...' I was getting these huge rotating, overlapping and flapping arches type visuals, but the auditory vids were just as amazing, as the vids made 'bionic man' type sounds to them as the were going through infinity. As this is going, the experience is becoming more tense, I can feel every cell in my body flying off in a different direction. I'm getting stretched from everywhere so tightly, and the energy vids are showing what I'm feeling, that finally I feel free of my body, and the energy turns to Pure Light. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Casually the Light subsides... 'Now that I'm through, I wonder what's next, or is this acid out of gas?'

'LOL this is some SUPER high-octane dose, mate, I haven’t even started yet...' True enough, I surf through the universe on giant waves of energy, until I am taken to another planet. This planet is so neat, all the aliens are so different, yet the landscape is similar to ours. I stroll around (feels like a stroll, but I'm flying) this planet for a while and observe. Again though, I feel that fission sensation, and the Winds on my cells pulling me Everywhere again. It was building in waves of ecstasy, like an orgasm, until again, I diffuse into the Light... Bathing in the sun... Orgasmic ecstasy...

I flash out of the Light, and see the universe folding over itself, contorting itself, bending, the power of the energy doing this was Omnipotent. 'I' was less that a particle of dust in a camels nose. I hold on to the only thread of words I could force myself to remember: 'You took acid, don't be scared, when its time, you will be back' I am transported to a new planet. This planet feels much more strange, more alien. And sure enough, these guys were shape-shifting. It's really hard for me to remember/express even 1% of the situation... They look more aggressive, and they stare at me and change shapes in front of my eyes. Not human shape, but fluid, liquid, sinuous electric shapes. They definitely give me the sense that I don't belong there. I will myself away from there, and proceed to fly around the planet, just looking down from away. I hoped the Winds would come take me away from this place... But I didn't wish where to else to take me...

Again, for the third time, the now familiar cellular-explosion was imminent. I get pulled more and more, till again, the beautiful Light, or God as I came to understand (but this is a whole new story). More beautiful ecstasy... For me its easy to be this calm on these VR environments. People only have bad trips went they fight the acid, or don't accept what they see. Your on a train. It won't stop until it reaches the station, so relax and enjoy the ride.

This ride took me to a third planet. Here, however, gravity did apply to me, and I was quite heavy. There were these angry, shape-shifting aliens again, and this time they chase me. I start running away, only to see that I too am shape-shifting this time. My leg goes through my chest and turns into an arm, all my arms turn to legs and I run on all fours, shifting and shifting until the aliens catch me. This was Not pleasant. I could feel very malicious intentions from them. They bound me and were getting ready to do who knows what with me. At this point I felt my control of the trip being restricted, so I had to change environments into where I have more control. I convince myself that this is acid, and I can get away.

I gather all my strength and run out to the main room where my friend and trip sitter were. They were playing 'I had a friend who hung himself' by Primus, and I start yelling 'no one is going to hang themselves in my house! turn that stuff off!!! My sitter immediately turned off the music and started calming me. 'Don't freak out, its only acid, you might think your not here now, but I see you so you must be. Sit down and drink a tea. There's a good bloke.' He then puts on some Hendrix and gets me an ice tea. That brought me so far back to me, it was amazing. I sat on my comfy sofa and I look outside (on a bright summer day) and it was snowing and blizzarding. Yep I think, this is going to be just fine. '

Exp Year: 1994	ExpID: 46208

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 10, 2007	Views: 6,087

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LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), Second Hand Report (42), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Alright, now through the past couple years I've been smoking pot, occasionally something else, just once or twice, never really stuck with anything else. About a week ago I had the chance to go to my first festival. I was excited. It had been a very long time since I'd had a vacation and this seemed perfect. When I packed I left my cell phone at home specifically for the reason that when I would wake up with my pants on my head imitating the majestic rabbit I would not have discovered that I smashed my phone for the evils of technology.  I had some pretty high expectations.

I only had about two hours sleep when the day began because I had to work the night before and then was too excited to go to sleep. Then my friend called me, woke me up, helped me get my stuff into the car and we headed off to pick up the rest of our friends. I’ll call these three people Jim, Tony, and Andrea, though those aren’t their real names. It took us about two more hours before we finally set out because we waited for them to get ready which started when we got there, and then we realized how much we forgot to pack. It was about another three hours till we got to the festival. And maybe another half hour or hour before we had everything set up.

At this point I figure it was somewhere around 4, maybe 5 pm. Time will be completely guesswork in this as I had no watch and there were no clocks. After we set up the tent we set up my hookah and realized we had no water. It was all frozen (never thawed over the entire weekend by the way). We found some guy who had water and invited him back to smoke with us. He left after the bowl was done and then we stayed there smoking until shortly before the sun went down. I was pretty nervous because I’m used to being in a small town where most people would narc, but I tried to push beyond that knowing I was safe there. After all the smoking we walked out to go listen to the bands, and ran into a guy who offered us some more weed. We didn’t buy any of that because our whole group wasn’t together. After we checked out the bands we headed back to get the rest of our people and then back to where we met the guy. Instead we ran into another guy selling dosers. I didn’t know what that meant at first, but Jim told me and then we all decided to get some. We bought two ten-strip gel tabs, one for each pair of us. Then we went back to our tent and now it was time for me to try something new.

It was my first time doing acid and I was kinda nervous. Especially considering they kept telling me “don’t be scared” not in a calming, everything-will-be-alright way, but in an extremely warning way. Jim told me I’d be fine, just take one hit and things would be pretty good, so I did. They told me to just suck on it for a while and not to swallow it, but after a couple minutes I accidentally swallowed it and then got more worried. They said it was fine though, that I just had to suck the acid off and after that much time I did and it didn’t matter if I swallowed it.

We smoked another bowl and I was waiting for the trip to start. I’d heard stories of people I know doing acid and then talking to deer sitting in the back of their cars for an hour. I read Marilyn Manson’s biography and the chapter about his acid trip where the ground turned to frogs. I was really psyched up for some freaky stuff. We busted out some glowsticks and things were cool. They asked if I saw traces of it in the air and I didn’t know what to say, because I did a little but I didn’t know if I was supposed to see that normally and this just made it better or if I wasn’t supposed to see it at all normally. I still didn’t know really if I was tripping or not. Then I looked at the tent wall and saw fluorescent lights moving in a paperclip pattern. When I saw this I thought, that’s kinda cool, but this is vacation, it needs to be huge. So I asked Jim for the rest of my half of the acid.

When we split it up we realized we had an extra two hits so we saved those for the next day and took the rest putting us each at five hits. A couple minutes later we were both staring at one corner of the tent talking about how it seemed to stretch on for about fifty feet. Then I noticed that the glowsticks were the only things in the tent in color. All of our faces, bodies, everything we had in the tent, was all in black and white. I asked the others if it really was, because I didn’t know if that was part of my trip or an effect of the glowsticks. They said it was so I dismissed it, but they were on it too and I read some stuff about acid affecting colorblindness, which I realize is different, but I don’t know.

Also at some point during this time Tony gave me a Xanax. Anyways, after a while we made a trek to the porto-johns and everybody went but me. I had to go, I just didn’t remember that. Jim and I then headed back to the music. About halfway there I went blind. Well, it wasn’t that I couldn’t see, it was that my mind stopped recognizing anything. I could still see normally, but it was such a mystery that it might as well not have been there. I couldn’t identify anything except Jim and darkness. I stopped and he came back to me and said “Have you seen my friend Spike?” I thought he was joking, but later he told me he really lost me. Everything worked out fine and we continued on to the stage.

The music was amazing, I had never heard something that sounded so wonderful. I started dancing as best I could. I never dance, or sing, or shout, or anything, I’m very quiet and reserved because I’m very timid. Almost immediately after I started dancing people came up to me looking for cid. I guess I was kinda obvious, but I told them I didn’t have any. Then the band finished their song and everyone cheered. I felt it was something I had to join in on. I really felt the need to cheer. For a moment I thought maybe my cheering would suck, but I did it anyway. I just let loose. I looked at Jim. Half his face was gone. Like a cartoon character in a shadow. It was just completely black and mostly shapeless. I started laughing because I knew this was shaping up to be a hell of a vacation. The band was nearly done when I got nervous again. There were so many people I thought I might be lost. I turned to Jim and asked him if he was Jim and then we left. After later reviewing the band schedule I believe this was at about midnight. He said everything was ok and we headed back to the tent to smoke some more.

On the way I was stopped by two teenage guys who came up to me and were like “Isn’t that tent amazing? It’s white. And just look at it.” or something like that. They were really into the tent. I admired it along with them. They asked me if I wanted to come back to their tent with them and I said sure. Within the two minutes or so between being lost and now I was completely laid back. I was up for anything. We started heading toward their tent and I heard one of them say something about picking my pocket so I walked back to Jim who was just standing there laughing at me. The other guys seemed kind of disappointed, but I didn’t want to get robbed. Before we got back to the tent I remembered I had to go to the bathroom. So we changed course for the porto-johns again. When we got there, I stopped. Jim assured me that we were at the bathroom, but I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t see the porto-johns anywhere. Giving up on that we finally made our way back to the tent.

Jim suggested going to bed, but I told him that I couldn’t figure out how pockets work, much less a tent. I was at the time trying to figure out if my hands were in my pockets or not. We decided to go to our hang out area instead and smoke a bowl which was the original plan. Tony and Andrea had disappeared but we knew we’d see them the next day. We didn’t really talk because it was hard to do at this point. We just warmed ourselves with the stove and sat there for a while before heading to the sleeping tent. Also I remember saying “I thought the exit was over there.” pointing to the opposite corner of the exit. I’m still fairly certain it was at one point.

We got inside, laid down and I couldn’t figure out how to use the covers. I had a sheet on me, laying on top of the sleeping bag instead of in it and I was so cold that I didn’t want to try harder and maybe lose that. We couldn’t sleep at all because we were tripping pretty hard. This was the first I really noticed the visuals since Jim’s face disappeared. There was a medusa on the wall, and a million images going through my head in seconds. We tried to talk, but it felt like our minds were moving too fast for our mouths to keep up, so after about three words we’d lose whatever we were saying. We did manage a few clear statements about how we needed heat and light from no source, how I felt connected to everyone there though I wasn’t sure if I’d actually even met any of them, and that neither of us was clear on whether we’d slept at all.

I kept thinking about Alaskan sled dogs, how when they’re running a race, they’ll sleep and keep running. I thought maybe it was working in reverse for me. I also thought that by laying down I was giving sleep to others there. It was the only explanation I felt made any sense for why I was so unclear on whether I myself had slept - that we were all contributing to the collective sleep of each other. At one point I remember asking what time it was, but Jim didn’t know so I said “I think it’s two.” for no reason other than it felt like two and we agreed on this. Mostly though, we just kept saying “What is anything?” and “Cold is unhappy.” until we finally got up to go back to the hang out area and warm ourselves with the stove.

Once there we also picked up the words “hydration” and “food.” Also there was sunlight so light was no longer important enough to mention. I felt very much like a caveman. We tried to make grilled cheese and hot dogs, but weren’t very successful. “Fuck sandwhich” became our new statement for a while as we ate cold hot dogs and plain bread. I was convinced the bread was actually a rabbit because it looked fluffy. When eating a hot dog (sitting in a different seat, though I don’t remember moving) I had to ask what I was eating because it felt like my fingers and I was worried that I would wake up with bloody finger stubs. We tried frying the water bottles so we had something to drink but it didn’t work very well, and before long we had drained the first propane tank for the stove, leaving only one for the next day and a half so we headed to the car for warmth instead. We took a bottle of water and it melted a little, enough for a few swallows. We were all toasty and warm, so we went back to the tent and finally fell asleep.

When the next day started I felt the most normal I’d ever felt in my life. I walked around the festival like it was my home. I considered all the people my neighbors. I went to a vendor and got some food then headed back to the hang out spot to smoke some more with my friends and take my last hit of acid. This trip was much less than the night before. About the only freaky thing was when the tent would sometimes get really bright and I would think I was in a government testing lab or an igloo. Jim left to do his own thing and I didn’t see him again until very late that night. Tony, Andrea, and I spent the whole day at that spot smoking pot and talking. Not a bad way to spend a day, just not as exciting as the day before.

We used up the rest of the propane and could have easily froze to death that night I think. I’m surprised we didn’t. At one point we took about six hookah charcoals and lit them in the center of us, but that didn’t really do anything. Jim came back and he and then said he was going to the car for warmth. I wanted to go along, but didn’t for a very long time. It reminded me of a health class video about a guy with hypothermia who thought he could keep himself warm with a lighter instead of fresh clothes or going to his car. It got colder and the rain never let up so eventually we left the area. Tony and Andrea headed back to their tent, and I headed for the car. It wasn’t that comfortable but I got sleep.

The next day we smoked a bowl, packed up to leave, smoked another bowl and headed home. We all fell asleep on the way, which could have been bad considering Jim was driving, but it worked out fine. I walked in my house and thought, “it’s warm, I have food, I can sleep all day, I wish I was back at the festival.”

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 62449

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 10, 2007	Views: 76,803

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LSD (2), Pharms - Alprazolam (98) : Hangover / Days After (46), First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

Before Thursday, I had done LSD 4 times. 2 tabs the first two times, and 1 tab the next couple of times. The tabs around my town are very potent, if you get them from the right places so all you really need is one. After those 4 times, our hook for acid didn't want to deal with it anymore so I couldn't get it. Recently, my friend found a hook for it in the college we go to who had the same type of tabs we were getting before. So I decided I wanted to buy about 20 hits and start selling most of them and figured I could take a couple trips out of it too.

The first night I get it, which was Thursday, me and my buddy we'll call D decided to ingest it fresh off the sheet. I took two, he took three. We went to a community park and smoked hookah and a bunch of marijuana. This trip was almost pure fun. Never had one like that we're I was just chilling the whole time. We ended up smoking a delicious 3 gram blunt of magical marijuana while overlooking this waterfall. Never done anything so fun with crazy hallucinations. The trip didn't have that big of a mental effect on me because it was just pure fun the whole time.

After that, I planned on giving myself a few days at least to recover before taking another trip. Unfortunately, 2 nights later I was feeling like a million bucks and my friend (we'll call him M) called and said he was in the mood to trip. I felt like I was so ready for another trip but little did I know. M comes over to my house and it's midnight at this point and I have work at 7 AM. I took it anyway. We both took a tab and a half. M is one of my best friends but he has done a lot of acid, meth, coke, and pretty much everything in his life so he has a lot of psychological problems. After dropping, we bought a sack of marijuana just to lighten up the mood.

An hour into the trip, I'm already regretting it. Just wondering why I decided to do this again on a completely random night where I had work in the morning. To top that off, M had done meth earlier in the night so while he was tripping, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. We'd keep talking to each other and trying to figure things out but he would start blabbering off about something else that didn't have anything to do with what we were talking about at the time. This started to get really annoying while we were tripping in my house so we decided to take a walk outside to trip. This is where it got really weird and the same things were happening. We kept doing the same thing over and over, arguing in constant repetition about the same things over and over and never figuring anything out. We were mad at each other for a while, which was awful. We were having a bad trip, but we started coming back to normal and figuring things out in our minds. We were finally connecting again like we used to and started having a fun fun comedown.

I went to work feeling amazing and still had the acid in me. I was able to see into people much more when I was working. I was actually preaching to my employees about how awful the management is at my work and how the place was falling apart. Everybody understood what I was saying and completely agreed. After that, I was still tripped out throughout the day. I went home, did my homework, got a good grade on a quiz, and life was going great. I went to school the next morning and took a lot of notes and did great on a test. When I got home from school, I looked outside and it was such a beautiful day. I always had dreamed of tripping on acid during the day in the nature listening to the Beatles on my iPod just in heaven. I decided to do this indeed.

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

When I got home from school, I dropped two more tabs at the same time, grabbed my iPod, and drove to Blue Sky trail, which is a nice nature spot in my area. I chilled there for a while listening to music just waiting to start feeling the acid. After a couple hours, I start listening to the Beatles out in the open forest just in heaven. I had never actually felt that good in my life before. It was everything I could possibly dream of.

A few hours later, I had already had my fun with the forest so I decided to switch settings. I called my friend who we'll call T and she said I could come over to her house and chill if I wanted. I'd never been there before and when I got there, it was like heaven. She had a truly hippied out room with Jimi Hendrix posters, Woodstock and peace symbols everywhere, a cool stereo with Pink Floyd playing and all these bright colors and crazy patterns in her bed that I could've stared at for hours, and I did. At this point, I could really feel the acid and it was only going stronger. We started smoking a lot of weed and I'd never felt so high before. Every time I ripped a bowl, I would hallucinate more and more.

I could feel the mindfuck coming again. I didn't know how strong it was going to be and really underestimated it. T went to do some homework while I was tripping and let me hang out in her room for a while. During this time, there were too many thoughts going on in my head at once. I was trying to make sense of what was going on around me and kept telling myself 'It's just because you're on acid' but it wasn't working. Over and over, I'd get these thoughts in my head and try to make something out of them but they just kept spinning and spinning through my head and I could see the chaos everywhere around me. It started turning into a very uncomfortable world where nothing felt right. It didn't feel like acid anymore, it felt like I was going insane. I'd never went that far into acid and tripped like that. I was getting lost in my thinking over and over again. I thought the peak was over, and T's mom was coming home soon so I decided it would be a good time to leave. I said my farewell and left the coolest room I'd ever seen in my life.

After that, I went to my car and started driving back home. It was getting to intense though. I thought all these people were honking at me and I felt like everyone was against me. All the cars seemed evil and I was getting overwhelmed. I wasn't straight to drive so I pulled over on a street to just chill for a while. I was by myself and very afraid. Everything around me was staring at me and torturing me. The trees all looked disappointed at me and like they were going to kill me. I'd been seeing crazy visions all night of evil thoughts every time I'd get lost in another pattern of thoughts. I didn't feel right and called my friend 'M' and told him that I really need a friend to help me through what I'm going through. I was stranded on acid and needed someone. Thankfully, he came and picked me up and took me to Denny's. This is when the peak ended. I started coming down but still felt like I was in acid land, and was loving it. Hallucinating like crazy, and everything felt so much more real. I could see what I was tasting and smell what I was seeing.

That last trip all happened yesterday. The thing I love about acid is it makes me think about what I'm doing with myself. I started thinking about myself a lot at Denny's and decided I'm done with acid. I don't think I could ever take a trip again because my last one was too scary. I would never want those repetitive thoughts coming back to my head. It made me feel like a schizophrenic crazy man. I saw people in my ceiling when I got home and started talking to them. This is a side of me I never want to see again. The lesson I learned from this is that people can't do acid a lot. It really does fuck with my brain and drive me crazy.

At the same time, I'm glad that I had that trip because it's what I needed to scare me away from acid. I've finally come to accept the fact that LSD does fuck with your head, and I was always in denial of this before. I think LSD is more of a once in a life time thing that most people should experience. It makes me want to be productive and get my life straightened out once I start coming back to reality. I'm not sure how my brain is going to be affected by all my tripping but I know that now is the time to make a change in my life and stop doing drugs. I don't feel nearly as sane as I used to. I look at myself in the mirror now and my pupils are still huge and I just look like shit. I look like a crazy man and I really need to change. I bought the ticket, and I took the ride. I don't know if I regret it yet but I have a feeling that this will benefit me in some ways and damage me in other ways.

I can still see the acid in everything and I'm not sure if it will ever go away. I think I'll always have the LSD tint in my vision.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 46209

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 11, 2007	Views: 9,783

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LSD (2) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Post Trip Problems (8), Multi-Day Experience (13), Retrospective / Summary (11), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

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Some background information:

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

This past year I have grown more than I ever thought possible, and a big part was due to the expansion of my mind. In justice to that, I’ve tried several new illegal substances, including MDMA, mushrooms, crystal meth, and acid. Now I have a greater understanding of their cultures, but also many new ways to look at the world.

I have many stories, most of which are probably only interesting to me and the people I've shared them with. Regardless, I wanted to put one in here and I figured my first trip with LSD would be the most beneficial; for you, for me. I do feel that most of the submissions in these vaults are very dry and I don’t believe you could ever explain a drug experience to someone who hasn’t used it before with just the simple words we’re given. Anyway, moving along…

Thanks to certain movies, music, and common curiosity I had always wanted to try acid. I never really took it seriously though. I thought it would give a nice high, strange and unusual visuals, and frequent use would burn me out, what I can only gather from word of mouth. I did however consider it to be the best thing I could get my hands on, the idea of altering my sight was unimaginable at the time.

The stuff is hard to come by. I’ve gotten my hopes up more than once and had them shattered. One time I even was tricked with fake sugar cubes. Well, the first day of the new year, 2004, a friend of mine scored a nice sheet of acid. I was so excited! A group of six gathered at my best friend‘s house. Those tripping took at least one hit, some more than others.

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The trip:

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We sat around for a good while, watching a Strawberry Shortcake movie. Though for little children, that show sneaks in some pretty trippy effects, we were all confused on what was actually there and what we were possibly be hallucinating. I had no idea what to expect, so I probably imagined a lot of it.

We moved into another room and lounged around listening to music, talking, and watching videos on the computer. The ones I remember us seeing were the Rejected video and the music video for Queen’s song, “Bicycle”. None of us were feeling it too much yet, quite some time had passed. I was wondering if that was it?

Suddenly, I realized everything was really enjoyable. My friends were funny, we all were laughing a lot, and we were bonding. Although the drug modifies most of the normal world, I didn’t notice the change at all for the longest time. Once we all realized something was different and the drug was working, we naturally went about whatever flowed. I started spacing out, conversation was all around me. One person couldn’t stand up straight. It seemed like good times to me. Everyone was happy. A lot of confusion though.

I was staring at my hand for a while, watching my perspective go back and forth. For a moment my fingers elongated. I was stunned. I broke the other’s conversation, “Wait!…” (Silence). “When did I become ET?” I thought my hand resembled that little alien. I did lots of staring at my thumb nail, bending my thumb forward and back, noticing the amazing change of shape. To this day it still works and I can’t tell if it’s a type of flashback I am having or just some natural kind of trick. It appears my thumb nails expands when I bend it away from me.

My perspective of the world, and what it had in it was different. People looked like… animals. I can’t explain it, but the basic anatomy and functions we possess seemed so alien and awkward. Everyone’s face and the room were so distorted, kind of like when I daydream and everything looses shape. I looked in the mirror at one point, stood unaware for a bit, lost in the previous moment, until I realized that the misshapen soup of eyes was actually my face. I panicked and looked away. The moment was happy again shortly after that.

I love to draw, so at one point I was squeezed and twisted between two close walls drawing on a sheet a paper, on the most creative of surfaces; my shoes especially. I drew some of the most lifelike and amazing (cartoon) images, I have it framed now. They all carry a very strange and creepy soulless feel to them. I love it! Ever since then my art has been very expressive, individual, natural, and full of life. Thank you, LSD.

We started to watch some Powerpuff Girls movie. I never got to see how well that went. I got a phone call, I checked the screen and it was my dad. I'm usually not as messed up as I think I am to others. I talked to him and he told me I’d have to come home that night, I had an appointment early the next day.

This was great. I was peaking at the most intense trip of my life and I have to go get in a car with my dad and play straight. I was freaking out, I wasn’t supposed to even be at the apartment I was tripping at. It was forbidden. My mind snapped into the most confusing state it’s ever been in. I was worried, terrified there was no way out and that I was going to loose at this game. I remember thinking at the time that my brain had lost all of the instincts and structure of thought that it had carried my entire life. I was constantly trying to rebuild my thinking process to a rational state of thought, but it’d get jumbled and I’d have to start all over again.

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The trip gone bad:

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Two of my friends, a couple, had walked me to a curb where I could get picked up. I kept asking one of them if I was acting okay enough to get in a car with my dad. They assured me that I was going to be good. I didn’t believe them. Mainly because I was watching her right eye trail off her face. That thing was trying to escape I tell you!

I got in the car, the majority of this day was a haze, but this part is especially hard to remember. I remember thinking I was appearing nice and normal. At one point I felt the urge to scream something about a fence we were passing, but somehow I held it in. Somehow I snapped into some sort of phase where I was still tripping balls but no one could tell.

We got home and I ran out of the car before the other passengers could get out. Something that wasn’t questioned for some reason. I ran up to my room, avoiding some company that was visiting my house. I ran into my room and laid on my couch. I was extremely confused. I tried calling the place I just left, but that was too confusing for my end of the line and theirs. I was lost, forgotten. I sat there for what seemed like forever, and I really mean that, and nothing seemed possible to do. I thought, I might as well ride this trip out, but even that was hard. I’d lose track of what I was doing and get worried. I turned on the TV. None of the channels had a happy feel. Everything was giving off the wrong vibes. I saw a clip from Pee-Wee’s Playhouse and that was madness.

Then the worst thing happened. I was on a channel featuring a clip from the remake of the horror movie, The Fly. The scene of a decaying man was so terrifying. I somehow kept it together and changed the channel. Stand up comedy, how could I go wrong with that? Then something, I can’t explain too well, went on. I think the show was on mute because I remember no sound. I think it would’ve been too scary. Well, something about the man’s mouth seemed terrifying. I could hear the mumbling twisted sounds he was making in my head. I had to turn the TV off.

Much to my disadvantage, I left my CD case at my friends. I had no music. Nothing to calm me. I went into my bathroom and laid in my tub staring at a wall until it all toned down. Eventually, I brought my courage up enough to go to the computer downstairs. I needed to talk to someone. Luckily a friend, who had tried acid before, was on messenger to help me through my trip gone sour. I was very grateful for it. I could barely read the screen though.

The next thing about that night I remember is getting to sleep surprisingly easy. I woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror. I was still tripping out a little bit! I was aggravated, but still amused. Every time I looked in the mirror for the following month, I could feel something not right. In fact, my eyesight can get sort of distorted and off-skew from time to time ever since then.

I had to go to that appointment, which was so frightening. A dentist-lady all up in my face with sharp utensils scraping at my mouth while her face went this way and that. I was much more in control of myself though.

I felt an acid-like vibe every time I smoked marijuana for a while after that day. It took a while for my eyes to go back to (almost) normal again, but I didn’t care. Even though I can still visualize things differently, I welcome it and consider it a part of who I am.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 34329

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 12, 2007	Views: 7,793

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           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

It was another steamy summer day in Florida.  My good friend Kristin thought it would be fun to drop some LSD.  I had expressed my curiosity to her about tripping after hearing her stories about her past experiences.  Having known that I was curious, she got us 2 hits of LSD.  She convinced me to trip with her and later that night, I had the experience of my life.

This hits she got were yellow suns. I don't know if this means anything, but I'll never forget them. We dropped early in the evening and thought we should have some dinner before the effects had started in. We went to Applebees and ordered dinner.  We couldn't even make it until our entrees arrived.  We had to get them to go.  We started giggling and couldn't stop.  We knew we had to get to a safe place before things were full blown.  We drove to my apartment.  Dropped off our food.  We weren't hungry anymore. Then we proceeded to set off on our adventure.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

We walked towards downtown over the bridge where it seemed like a million birds flew up out of the water.  All the colors were getting very intense.  We walked down to the main street of town, no cars can drive on this street, so we forged ahead.  There is a slight curvature in the street, but at the time it seemed like we were walking through a half pipe and leaning to left as we walked.

Street signs began to look crooked, and words were jumbled up on signs.  We wanted to be at the beach, but we needed a ride.  We walked to our friends apartment and they were more than happy to give us a lift to the beach.  We went an sat on these steps that lead to the beach, and then the real fun show began.  From our vantage point, you could see the lighthouse, but at this time the lighthouse light stopped spinning and that's when the UFO's came across the water and were hovering out over the dunes.  The waves became very linear, and seemed to be breaking on the shore evenly.  The sand was moving...Everything seemed very animated, or as if I was watching a film.  There were jetties to the right of us and my friend kept saying they looked like some painting...I can't remember the name of it right now.  It's too late to call her and ask.

Then this is when the night sky turned psychedelic...black and white patterns danced across the sky along with waves of color, swirls and stars.  I have no idea how much time had past, but I couldn't really speak. Neither could my friend. We manged to say that we both felt like we knew what each other was thinking. We needed to walk more so we head back towards the direction of our apartments.

My depth perception was off, and I kept ducking.  Thinking was going to walk into the tree branches overhead.  There were leaves and sticks on the sidewalk that were getting up and walking away. And we both swore we could understand what the frogs were saying that night.

We walked through some grass to get to another sidewalk and the grass grew up around me. Now we were walking along a major road and their were cars whizzing by. It sounded like they would slow down when they were approaching us, and then speed off.

We finally reached her apartment, and there was a pool. She wanted to get in the pool. We were so hot from walking.  When she got in the pool, her body looked like one of a human fetus with her adult head attached to it. It freaked me out, so I couldn't get in the water. We just hung out for awhile after that.  Her boyfriend was there now. He had been following us the whole time. We never knew.  He knew we were tripping, and wanted to watch out for us. Another friend showed up and we talked for awhile and I finally was feeling like I had returned to myself, so I walked home. Just two blocks. I couldn't sleep.  I ended up lying in bed for 3 hours, then taking a shower and going to work.

We walked approximately 11 miles that night. The next day, I just couldn't help but look at the world a little differently.  I still do.

Exp Year: 1994	ExpID: 33639

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 22, 2007	Views: 9,037

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:00
		 0.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 1:00
		 0.5 tablets
		 insufflated
		 MDMA
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

This story is the reason I haven't taken drugs for the last four months. I heard that acid was back in the bay area, after a year-long dry spell, so I did some networking and hooked myself up with a couple of doses from different sources. I did the first dose a couple of days prior to the expierance I am about to illustrate, and it didn't do too much for me. The first dose was on chewing gum, a method I had never even heard of before, and for reasons still unknown that may have affected the results of my trip. It was fun, mainly mental, but not the rediculous introspective cinema of the soul I had come to expect from acid. The second trip was something I wouldn't have seen coming I mile away.

I dropped in the company of a couple friends and several strangers, at a small get together. Almost as soon as the effects started to kick in, almost all the people I knew at the party had to go their sperarate ways, and I was left, tripping, surrounded by people I had never met before. At first, the trip started out exceptionally visual. There were heavy visual distortions, synergesia, audio hallucinations, and physical contact was an almost overpowering carnival of the senses. I settled in to the trip and prepared myself for whatever my mind was about to throw at me.

About an hour later, once all my friends were gone, and although I was still VERY much intoxicated, it had lost a lot of the awe and majesty. I found myself becoming slightly bored. It was similar to how if I watch the same movie over and over again, even if it's a movie I really like, it never has the same impact as the first time I saw it. I find yourself expecting things, practically quoting the dialog, as I see the same old events unfold. I was sitting in a beanbag chair, watching patterns on the wall swirl around and push the boundaries of the 3rd dimension, all the while thinking that I just as easily could have done anything else with my afternoon.

'Oh, hey, check it out, the walls are melting agian. Hmmm.'

I was tripping my ass off, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Sounds were echoing, colors were changing, and yet, in my head it didn't seem like anything so spectacular. It didn't take long for this growing sense of boredom to become an obsession of my tripping mind. After the first couple of hours, I was becoming quite scared that maybe I was stuck in some psychedelic limbo... some state of mind that isn't entertaining, but is still so far from normal that I couldn't just walk away and try to focus on anything real.

I called my girlfriend, who offered to meet me and keep me company. At this point I was stoic. Just waiting for this to be over with. Then I hear that someone is selling E. I had never taken E before, and it never interested me. But I figured it might be my last hope in regaining some sense of happiness from this trip. (note: never, EVER, make decisions about whether or not to DO drugs, while you're already ON drugs.) I take the E, and everything gets worse.

I heard that MDMA makes you really happy, and content, and entertained, and connected to people, and all that... no. Not for me anyways. Nothing changed at all. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone ELSE who took it was tripping, I would have thought I had been ripped off. I went another few hours with no effects from the E, and becoming so bored I felt guilty for wasting time. We hung out, we went to the corner store, I tried roller-blading on acid, we smoked some pot. All the while I was fully immersed in this body/vidual trip, but it didn't seem worthwhile. I was taking it for granted somehow. I tried being social, but it was hard to motivate myself. Tripping aside, the situation was pretty awkward to begin with.

The next day the E really hit me, in the form of a serotonin crash that didn't help my recovering mind. I almost became suicidal. I was thinking about the fact that I just did  some of the most powerful psychedelics ever discovered, and in spite of their effects, there was no impact, no value. I had done PLENTY of drugs before that. I had dropped acid several times, done mushrooms, DMT, etc. But this trip showed me that maybe, just maybe, I had seen it all. My mind didn't know what to do with itself under the influence, I wasn't fazed by wild visuals and sensory excitement. Maybe, I had finally burnt out. I told myself then and there that if I was so messed up from drugs that tripping wasn't even fun anymore, I had to lay off. I had to get back in touch with real life before I could start poking it's boundaries. That was 5 months ago, and I haven't tried my luck with any substance since then. After doing every drug available to me for 3 years, I had seen it all, and I don't even feel the need to go back. My trip had ended. I may be done with drugs. Not by choice, but because I've just gotten used to them all, and seen what they had to offer me, and are no longer of any value.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47348

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2008	Views: 12,604

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Loss of Magic (34), Hangover / Days After (46), Combinations (3), General (1), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 5:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I've been meaning to write this report for some time. My first experience with LSD was quite literally a profound life changing experience, and I owe my life, at least the life I have now, to it.

I grew up in an environment I wouldn't exactly call nurturing. After 16 years trapped in a home with a mother diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and acute post traumatic stress disorder, and a third father figure in my life who is a narcissist, who rules by fear and subtle, destructive manipulation. When people find out where I come from they often remark that they are 'Surprised I’m not all that fucked up.' But they have no idea.

My third father was very skilled at employing subtle mind control techniques (I'm not fucking with you. Google KGB mind control techniques, my 'dad' has used them) to break a Child's individuality and to crush any display of emotion, thus rendering the child his slave. I was ordered to address him as father by my insane mother, I have been laughed at for crying when I was a child, and I have been told I am worthless. I have witnessed suicide attempts by my mother, believed for a significant period of my life that I was in danger of being murdered in my sleep. Basically what I’m saying is, emotionally I am in pieces. It is very damaging to a child to be told by people that they love you, while they torture you at the same time.

So by this point in my life (16 years of age) I have been jumping from emotional pain-killer to emotional pain-killer ever since I discovered my moms benzodiazepines stashed at various points through the house. Addiction to benzos, amphetamines, opiates, and daily pot smoking ensued. You can't really understand the emotional state I was in prior to LSD, unless you've been there. I was at a point in my life where I truly believed that *LOVE DIDN'T EXIST*. I had heard people say they loved me for years, meanwhile watching them systematically crush my mind to pieces. I don't mean I didn't think I wouldn't find the one for me. I believed that everyone who told anyone they loved them where fooling themselves. There was no such thing as love, people weren't trust worthy enough. Only drugs could provide any sense of comfort to me.

Then, in September of 2004 there was a bunch of LSD floating around my school, and people where telling me it was really good stuff, so I went for it. It was the terry fox run that day, so school was very, very slack, and I dropped my first hit late in math class. By the time the bell rang I could already feel the LSD coming over me, so I ditched school and went to puff some chronic outside. The colors around me began to intensify, and with each hit of the pipe I could feel the LSD strengthening, almost sweeping me away. I was with a few close friends of mine at the time, which is why I think this trip took such a positive tone.

Then the trees began to swirl. I could see the orange and yellow and red leaves twirling about the trunks of all the stunningly beautiful trees. I could hear the leaves, and the grass. And for the first time in my life I was connected. Instead of being lost in a never ending fog of dissociation. This is something I struggle to communicate with mere words. I was no longer running. It became crystal clear to me that I was wasting my life in a desperate, constant attempt to numb every aspect of my existence. My world was transformed from shades of gray to the most brilliant colors possible.

I began to feel a warmth inside myself. I was walking down the street with two friends, and they were flowing with color. With life. and even with love. I think that was the warmth I was feeling. I could look at the grass, the trees or the sky, at the world around me and love it. Love every part of it. This warm feeling of belonging was to stay with me for the entire 16 hour experience, and for months afterward. One year later I can still look back at that trip and retain some sense of comfort from it, something I’ve never really had before. Throughout the day I gallivanted about the town, seeing wonderful things, but that is of little importance. LSD offered me a glimpse out of depression.

Today, one year later, I'm sitting here next to my girlfriend's bed. I can truly say I love her, something I never would have been able to do before. I took a risk and trusted her with myself, with my heart and it paid off. I'm seeing a shrink, and I’m in for a long year of digging through the pieces of my broken mind, trying to fit the pieces back together again and it will be hellish. But I now know, for a fact, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I have seen it. For 16 hours I lived it. And it will carry me through the difficult year I have ahead of me.

Since then I’ve dropped acid 4 more times, and every time it has brought me back to that wonderful place. I suppose acid was just what I needed before 'the healing could begin'. I needed something to let me trust that some day, some way I can get better.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 47119

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 16, 2008	Views: 12,965

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Families (41), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:20
		 1 repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco

		   T+ 10:00
		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 10:00
		 1 repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 10:00
		 1 glass
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

So, my boyfriend gave me these acid tabs that he had bought but decided not to use because of previous horrible mushroom trips. i had thought about taking it with him but as our shrom trips together had been bad (because he freaked out every time), i went up to portland and took it with a longtime friend of mine. the morning before my trip, i was nervous and excited. i was afraid of having a bad trip and/or throwing up, so i ate a small amount a couple hours before tripping and let it digest.

my friend and i arrived at her house at 1130 AM and drank a glass of emergen-c, a multi-vitamin  drink mix. then we each put 2 tabs under our tongues and left them there for an hour or so, then swallowed them. for the first 20 min.  after taking the tabs we relaxed and smoked tobacco out of her hookah, talked, etc. i started to notice something different within 10 minutes after taking the tab. my body felt warmer than usual and when i shifted my eyes it was a bit shaky, a paisley tapestry on the wall also looked interesting.

after the hookah, i was a bit more relaxed and 20 minutes later noticed my body was now producing excessive amounts of heat. i wasn't really sweating, just felt really hot. i started thinking, 'my body is producing a lot of heat. i just need to get though this state and go with the flow.' it was uncomfortable for a while.

an hour after taking the tabs we went for a walk with a few friends of ours, two who were tripping too and one who wasn't. at this point, i started to really trip. being outside felt new, vibrant, radiant and full of life. i looked around at the trees and grass and felt a sense of deep connection with my natural surroundings. the weather was a bit cloudy. by this time the feeling od hotness in my body had disappeared and i felt slightly more energetic. moving my body felt really good.

after our walk, we went back inside and decided to go for a bike ride. a friend of mine told me to wear her pink sunglasses, which made everything outside look so much brighter and happier. riding my bike wasn't that hard at all, which was a surprise to me. we rode to mount tabor and arrived at a grassy hill overooking the city at the base of the mountain. this place was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen at this point.

the more i laid on the grass there, the more beautiful everything was.

i looked at the formations of clouds in the sky and felt as if i could see everything all at once (probably because my pupils were so dilated). the sky was somehow a part of me at these moments and a few times while i was looking at it it turned into this prismatic image, as if i were seeing it through a kaleidoscope. looking up at the sky and down at the trees, grass and city, and taking each breath with my entire body (or so i felt), there also seemed like there was a spirit around me. i was at one with nature and it was the most amazing thing i had ever experienced. i was also sucking on a lollipop and i imagined i had the earth in my mouth. i also giggled a lot for no apparent reason except the sheer beauty of the experience.

we rode further up the mountain and reached the top. the ride itself wasn't bad at all for me, as i imagined once again that i was breathing with my whole body. when we reached the top, we came to this mossy, grassy forest and another hill  overlooking more trees and city. we spent time at both the hill and the forest, most of the time just sitting there and giggling. my face hurt from laughing so much. i had a few thoughts running through my head all day: 'it's complicated, but it works'. this made sense in every aspect of what i was doing somehow. we watched these yuppies play frisbee and observed how 'painfully sober' they looked. i felt really sorry for them for not experiencing what i was.

i remember feeling like every movement i made was affecting the work around me, like if i shifted my body, something else moved at exactly that moment. i looked around and thought about the evolution of the plants around me and how similar we were to one another. we had just evolved differently becuase of our environment. this experience made me cry a few times because of the sheer beauty and awe of everything i was thinking and experiencing around me. hugging my friends made me cry as well because of the intense love i felt for all of them and how well we all fit together.

after 5 or so hours on the mountain (which felt like a whole day), we rode down the huge mountain and back to my friend's house. by this time i was talking more frequently and feeling slightly less tripped out. we got inside and i had to meet my mom for dinner, which i was then VERY NERVOUS about. i took the bus into the suburbs and tried to think as soberly as possible. we met for dinner with my brother and it went fine as i realized how caught up in their own worlds they were and how much i was in mine, which was FINE by me at this point. the food i had looked really good but i felt extremely full (even though i hadn't eaten all day) and ate a few bites. my mom and i had a talk about responsibility in life and this made me cry. this was actually a really nice bonding experience i wouldn't have had if not on acid.

4 or so hours later, after dinner, i went back to the same friend's house and got there to find a huge party going on. there must have been 10 bottles of champagne going around, chill, trippy music playing in the background and bongs being passed everywhere. everyone there had been just drinking and smoking weed. i took another tab when i got there around 1130 PM and drank a glass or so of wine and had a few hits of weed and hookah. everyone was dancing and grinding on each other and i felt comfortable joining. then somehow people started kissing and touching one another (mainly girls with girls) and this looked like fun to me.

within 20 minutes, clothing started coming off and i started tripping again on my 3rd tab. i had sex with a guy friend of mine there from brazil with everyone else around, getting naked, having sex, going down on one another. he went down on me and while i could feel it, i was more focused on the energies being exchanged between us. i giggled and enjoyed it and made out with a few other boys and girls over the course of the next couple hours. then eventually a few girls and i met in a separate room just to smoke weed and chill.

we then went for a bike ride in the rain (which didn't feel cold at all, even though it was) and i felt so free and happy to be riding. we arrived at a dock by the willamette river and watched the tides flow all around us. this was an amazing thing to witness. the continuity and fluidity was inspiring and gorgeous. there was nothing like it.

eventually my friend and i split from the group and sat on a pier and talked about life together while smoking a bowl. we hugged and laughed together and then when it got too cold, went back and to sleep.

i found it incredibly hard to stop staring at the tapestry on the ceiling and fall asleep, and i think i slept a total of an hour that night. i woke up the next day and proceeded to sleep all day, my body and mind extremely worn out and tired from my experience. however, the bliss i had felt all day carried over into my dazed state the next two days and, 2 nights later now, i still feel extremely happy about my amazingly wonderful trip. there was nothing that could have made my first trip any better. it was sheer perfection.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47666

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 31, 2008	Views: 6,779

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