		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:45
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 2:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 2:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 4:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 6:00
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   72 kg

First off, I'll start with an overview of what substances I've tried and my experiences with them. I've smoked weed and hash for some years now, and while this is my drug of choice, I'm not afraid of experimenting, and have tried MDMA (crystals and pills), opium, alcohol, shrooms, acid, ayahuasca/DMT (didn't work), valium, cocaine and amphetamine at least once. I do not like pure stimulants (coke and speed) very much, as they inflate my ego too much. I've always considered acid and MDMA my favourites for special occasions, but have never tried them together, or even tried acid around many people.

This experience took place during an electronic dance music festival in England, the summer of 2007. It was the second day of the festival, and me and my friend (from here refered to as P) had got our hands on some 'The Da Vinci Code' blotters of acid, and shit loads of pills and mdma crystals. None of us had tried acid and mdma together, but both had wanted for some time, as we both considered these as the most rewarding psychoactives to our knowledge. We dropped the first blotter around noon and went to eat. We had read quite alot of the combination, and had the impression that the trip could be quite chaotic and troublesome, so we were in a little nervous set of mind. Therefore we decided to let the acid take effect first, and then swallow the pills and see how it got. We walked around the festival, talked with some random strangers, ate our food, listened to some concerts and waited for the acid.

As we had been tripping the day/night before, the first effects, which came after around 45 minutes, were quite mild, and the trip felt warm, so we decided to drop the first pill (a white bomb, very good pills with much MDMA). We continued walking around, drinking water, watching concerts and chatting about everything. We tend to have very deep conversations when tripping, and the MDMA added very much to this, as we were very sociable throughout.

About two hours after we dropped the first blotter we decided to go back to our tents to chill out a little, drink some water and take some more acid. On our way back we got hold of circa one gram of skunk which we would very much like to smoke. We went back to our tents, still having quite mild effects from the acid, and medium effects from the pill. We lay down in P's tent, dropped one more blotter of acid and one more pill. This was approx [+2:30]. We started making some spliffs, while listening to music from a psytrance concert fairly close to our tents. We both had a feeling that the air, us and the music was liquid, and that everything flowed 'through' us. It was very pleasant, and added a weird feel to the music. We both enjoy psytrance btw :)

After about half an hour I had to take a dump and went to a shop to buy some toilet paper. Before, I've always had problems with standing in queues when tripping, 'cause I often feel people look at me weirdly which makes me somewhat uncomfortable. This was not a problem at all now. The pills was kicking hard, and I felt warm, pleasant and very sociable. I was constantly grinning, dancing to the music and having a blast, but the best thing was that I always was consciously aware of what I was doing, and full control of my mind and body. Usually when I'm on MDMA I drift off all the time, forgetting what to do, what to say and stuff like that. With the acid in addition, I felt so goddamn sharp all the time.

When I was walking back towards P's tent, I remembered the name of a Shpongle tune, called 'Once Upon the Sea of Blissful Awareness', and found that it matched my mindset perfectly. I was floating around on a sea, there was mud all over, I had wellies on, but I didn't give a flying fuck, the world was beautiful, I was beautiful, all the people on the festival was beautiful, the music was beautiful. Simply put, everything was bliss, and I was so extremely aware of it. I finished taking my dump and came back to P's tent at about [+4:00].

Now the second blotter was kicking hard for me, and for P as well, he told when I asked. Our nervousness for tripping on a festival had completely disappeared (the last day we had just taken a quarter of a blotter each, so we weren't very trippy that day). We both were enjoying it fully, and lo and behold! P had three perfect coned spliffs ready for consumption, and our favourite artists were going to play concerts from now and throughout the evening and night.

We smoked a spliff and suddenly we heard some BADASS thunderstrikes not far away. My tent wasn't completely waterproof, so I took on my poncho and went out of P's tent to attend to mine. Suddenly it started raining like fucking hell, I've never been out in that heavy rain before, but it was very enjoyable. It was thunder, it was rain, and I was tripping on acid, rolling on MDMA and grooving on cannabis. It felt so good, and while I was holding my tent to shake it dry once in a while, I was dancing to the music from the psytrance tent! It must've looked hilarious. As most people were trying to get away from the rain, I was standing there, letting it pour over me like it was the fountain of youth, dancing all the while :D The rain only lasted a short while, and at about [+4:15], P came out of his tent, I left my tent and we headed into the psytrance tent to watch Benji Vaughan (Prometheus) play a DJ set before Shpongle should enter the stage. The liquid feeling we had gotten before, was intensifying, and we were dancing and raving like madmen to the music, taking some pauses to drink water, converse with people, catch some air or smoke some cigarettes.

Although we were tripping very hard, we still didn't get any of those 'thought-tunnels', which often can drive my mind into when I'm tripping. We were both very sharp, very concentrated, extremely ecstatic and at all times sociable. We had loads of rewarding conversations, met loads of interesting people and still got time to dance in the mud. I had some pretty powerful visual and auditorial (hearing-related...) effects, while P just had audiotorial. But that's the usual deal when we're tripping, I'm kind of more visually oriented than him.

At circa [6:00], Benji went off stage and Shpongle was getting ready to play. As usual, I wanted more MDMA and went with P to our tents (40 seconds walk:P). I took two white bombs at once, while P only took one. We went back into concert tent, and Shpongle started. Shpongle is one of my favourite artists, and I've seen them live once before (rolling on MDMA). This time though, my condition was perfect. I was still tripping hard, feeling liquid and very floaty, infinitely aware and when the two white bombs kicked in, I had a constant spiritual experience. It was pure ecstasy (mental ecstasy), combined with an awareness which just was sublime. I was dancing, making sounds, having shivers, interchangably or all at once, all the time, the entire concert. It was without doubt the hallmark experience of my life, and I've had quite an array of experiences throughout my life.

When the concert was finished, me and P hooked up by our tents. We had lost each other during the concert, but none of us got stressed out by that. We both had enjoyed it thouroughly, and went back to P's tent to chill out and recuperate.

It was now around [7:45], and suddenly all the energy left me. I was chilling out, freezing a bit, having no energy left to move at all, but still feeling quite good. We had quite a lot of concerts to see this night, but I couldn't gather any more energy. I didn't want to take more mdma, since I felt my brain had worked enough and was afraid it would burn out if I raved any more this night. So at about [+9:00], P went out to see more concerts, raving more, and eventually end up doing ketamine for the first time, and so on, while I went back to my tent, lying in my sleeping bag and listening to the music that blasted out of the psytrance tent (called the Liquid stage), feeling absolutely exhausted and still quite trippy.

The pills had completely gone off, and I gathered that was the reason for my exhaustion. I really wanted to party more, but my brain just said plain no. I had reached the peak of my life, now it was time to chill out, relax, recuperate and let it sink in. I fell asleep at around [+10:30] and slept for about ten hours.

I'm sorry if I couldn't add enough depth to this report, but it was just so much that happened this night that I can't write in detail about it all. But all in all I had a killer time, and would like to recommend the combination of LSD and MDMA to everyone who believe they have a mind for it. For me, it's the perfect festival combination. It gave me the best from both worlds :)

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64630

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 25, 2008	Views: 9,618

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


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

		   T+ 40:00
		 0.5 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Eleven thirty PM sitting in a modern technology devil worshipping shrine of love, I and a lovely fellow ingested one and a half tabs of LSD. Following the consume we sprung up for a walk, hoping to speed up the uphill rollercoaster ride of peace and love. Cigarettes in our mouths we walked downward a dark and slightly dreary starless night. After climbing the roof of my companion’s childhood education palace we had a chat. Beautiful as it was, I shall always remember the flashes of light beckoning through the skies like gods own flashing camera lens.

Soon the giggles had become engulfed in our vocabularies and we decided it was time we best head home. The walk back to her house is something I will always cherish, the sheer feeling of complete happiness and pure bliss glued our arms together in a waltz back to our safe retreat which was more than perfect for our night’s outlook. Soon inside it was starting to become obvious the drug was real and staring us in the face as we marveled at the kaleidoscope ceilings plastered throughout her home.

But the night had just begun, and only roughly 40 minutes into the trip my partner seemed a bit uneasy about her current circumstance. I begun to feel the need to smoke the joint I had nestled inside my jean pocket. For I was feeling a bit cheated, how was she so far out there when I, the one who has been dreaming of this psychedelic mind warping experience for years simply could only see a few “trippy” designs on the ceiling? Yet as time would slow down, warp, reverse and manipulate itself over and over inside my head I begun to realize just what was happening…

The computerized communication world epidemic was starting to strangle my dear friend to death as she tried relentlessly to chat with her buddy on AIM only to be shut down as she swiftly signed offline. I could tell the event troubled my friend as she begun to express vocally her desire to talk with the fellow female Cammie. We shared a few moments laughing and feeling daisy until the cloud of black begun to overshadow our colorful foresight.

The clock on the wall read a quarter past midnight and all my companion can do is check to see what time it is over and over. Not only that but she is beginning to mumble about when her mom is coming back. I notice that she is starting to worry and I try to calm her down. We are able to spurt out a few coherent words through the AIM talking device to instruct a mutual friend over to our place. He agrees though it is late and he isn’t sure why we want him to come over so bad, he just thinks were sitting having a peaceful chat when really it was a hectic d-lysergic acid meltdown.

Without knowing it we have turned the place into a mess, crap sprawled everywhere as far as thy eye can see. Our mutual friend enters the premise to find his male friend in an odd state laughing, drooling, crying, and then his female friend in an even odder state (details follow). At this moment I was glad to have someone else with me, as I was starting to freak out about how energetic my companion was acting. She was screaming, yelling, dancing, having the time of her life, loving every moment, yet I could sense that this was to be ending unfortunately soon. Our new mutual un-hallucinating friend had no idea we had eaten acid but I know he could tell something was very different. His once friend of few words had turned into the loudest daring woman of them all. She was constantly complimenting us on all different occasions, being very outspoken and very uninhibited and I believe this is why our fun came crashing to an end so quick.

Next thing I know she is mixing all her words together speaking random sentences of the things we had done earlier in the day and what she had done weeks ago. Putting in random peoples names, names of people obviously emotionally attached to her. She mentioned my ex-girlfriend, my current girlfriend, her ex-boyfriends, her old friends, her current friends and all I can do is…well I hardly even remember but for the most part this is what I recall:

Everything begun to take a 3d look, colors brightened and sounds expanded. I could get lost watching the amazing patterns devouring every surface of mass in the household. I kept seeing what seemed to be either George Harrison’s face or William Shakespeare’s face melting and morphing into an endless row of marching Aztec warriors out on the hunt of exploding colors and distorted sound waves. John Lennon’s I’m only sleeping dominated the conversation path as I begun to realize that my dear friend might not be in the greatest state of mind.

“My mom, my mom! Is she here? Are the police here? Where is Laura? Where is Traci? Let’s go find my mom, in Las Vegas!” My dear friends mother was out for the night and wasn’t to be home until the next day so I was sure we were to be safe at least until the next morning, but how could I get her to stop worrying while still trying to enjoy the luxuries of flaming 3d color patterns infesting my retinas? After a while the cute nonsense jibber jabber ranting of my female friend was becoming quiet hilarious. She was getting everything mixed up, zoning in and out not knowing what day it was, if the sun or moon was out, what the sun or moon was, or what the hell we were doing. Then the situation began to get serious. I realized my dear friends self esteem was in my hands, or so I thought. I zoomed out and looked at myself laughing at her words with this new person who had no idea whatsoever of what we had done.

Basically I realized at that moment just how stupid it was to give my dear friend the same dose as me, since she is much smaller in size. I realized she must be in another universe and then I begun to desperately try to help her. And that is when things became scary, she was zoning in and out speaking of the Beatles, Paul McCartney being dead, Dustin being so fucking stoned (repeated by a few smacks in the face) I began asking her what she was seeing, what was happening yet I would never get a single reply, just gibberish and laughing. But it was amazing; I had never seen this side of her, this outspoken extraordinary being had emerged from what I had hardly ever known. I realized then that I had no idea who this girl even was! I realized that I hardly ever spent any god damn time with her because I was always too busy trying to keep other people happy and in the end completely ignoring and never getting to know this amazing fucking person!

I put on my newest record, hoping to get some reactions from my fellow peers, one of which was on acid and one of which was just laughing hysterically from the sights of us fried up morons trying to make sense of our senseless situation. I realized we were doing the same thing over and over again and time had slowed down so fast that 5 minutes seemed like hours and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with this collapsed life form in possession! Then next thing I know the house is silent and dear female friend had decided to clean up the house, acting on nervousness about her mother coming home, thinking it was already the next day when in fact it had been only a few seconds since she last asked what time it was. She was going bonkers and acting on impulse.

She sat herself down on the kitchen table where from 4:30 in the morning to approximately 7:30 in the morning she sat and said not a single word but stared into the distance shifty eyed and emotionally distraught. I slapped her face, yelled her name, and shook her head, anything I could think of to get her out of this scary hell-hole of blank emotionless. Our mutual friend had taken off and I was left to stare at her in her face for the next 2 or 3 hours trying to get her to snap out of it but came out with no luck. I moved her lifeless limp body to the couch where her eyes shut and her breathing desisted. I thought she had died, luckily finally she coughed and I knew she was alright. But she still wouldn’t say a word, just stare into space until finally she mustered “What was the point of that?” and I’ll leave it at that.

This whole amazing experience I saw through my eyes meant hardly anything to her, and naturally I was crushed. She offered me a ride home but I chose to spare the awkwardness so I walked 3 miles in the rain to my damned mother’s house watching patterns in the rain and dirt while making friends with a awkward kitten at the same time. The worst part of the experience is most likely the only strong memory I have from the time we had alone trying to make her awaken from her stare of death. And that embarrassingly enough is me thinking that in a way she was reborn in front of my eyes once I would be able to snap her out of her dreaded coma but of course that didn’t go so well neither. All in all, LSD is a force to be reckoned with, all up until you forget who you are and lose your brain on the carpet.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 51497

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 9, 2008	Views: 6,068

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


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   74.5 kg

I awoke early on this Saturday morning. Tired yet very excited towards the coming adventure. We reached our destination around 9.30am, and instantly divided the tabs. My friend D*** and I were taking one and a half, and the others just one. We have had LSD before but only in small doses, and we never experienced it to its full potential. But we both knew after today that would change. We had an abandon house with a large block of land to trip at. Around 25 minutes after dropping the tabs, I was walking with my friend B** to retrieve some insect repellent as our trip spot was quite infected with mosquitos. While in the supermarket, I noticed overwhelming feeling of butterflies in my stomach, and anxious feeling. Once we had bought the repellent we then walked back to our trip spot.

I noticed while approaching the abandoned house, it seemed to stretch very far away then normal, and kept stretching the more I walked towards it. Half an hour since dropping, back with my friends now, all feeling the same anxious butterflies in us, I slowly begin to feel the effects. My mind starts racing, I feel energy building up in me, my stomach begins to tense up and also my jaw clenches in a strange matter, very different to MDMA. My friends heads are warping slightly, nothing drastic. I don't remember the full effects creeping up on me so quickly, but around 1 hour into the trip, after lying down for a bit I open my eyes, the trees around me are no longer trees, but a collage of of amazing colours collapsing into each other. The effects are quite intense, I feel a discomfort of some sort, nasuea? I couldn't tell, my body had left reality, and now for some reason I could not identify what nausea felt like. I take deep breaths, I look up. Now wait a minute, I've never seen a tree turn that colour before. I start to feel more comfortable, calming my self down, taking more deep breaths. 'Ok I've taken some acid. I WILL be ok. I've done it before, even if something bad happens I will still be ok.'

Slowly my mind falls deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. Soon I cannot even remember what reality is or was. I sit up feeling an energy burst, Mars Volta is beeming from my friends speakers, the music appears in a Vein like formation on the ground weaving in and out of the leaves, truly amazing. I see my friend flick a insect off him. I stare at this insect, my mind starts its amazing power. I think about the insect's mind. What thoughts does it receive from its brain? Does it have emotions? WHAT CREATES A THOUGHT? My brain is now a masterpiece of thoughts, of life, the brain evolution. It is around 2 hours after dropping, I finally get to my feet, my friends heads are extremely oversized, caricature like. One of them for some reason resembles Richard D. James, from Aphex Twin exactly! 'HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?' I yell. My friends obviously are aware now of my altered state.

I take a walk around the abandoned house, looking on the graffiti covered ground, the graffiti slowly starts to swirl around the ground with a smoke like texture. I slash some water onto it with my water bottle, the water stain expands rapidly to about 50 times its normals size, morphing into amazing shapes, disappearing and reappearing. I am astonished, I run back to show a friend, noticing back on the way the scenery slowly turning black and white and then back to its full coloured self, the leaves with a flurescent like texture. I take my friend B** to the spot where I saw the amazing event. I splash the water onto the ground, I see the exact same thing, so does B**, I then begin to realise that his mind and the rest of my friends are all now sharing the exact same wave length. We then begin to share our thoughts and discoveries, all being able to relate to each other, some amazing conversations, this is around 4 hours after dropping.

We decide to take another walk, up a long pathway. So many different sceneries that I interpret as other worlds I witness on this walk. I say to my friends 'Welcome to the treadmill of numerous realities.' They burst out laughing, what a trippy thing to say I think to myself. The extreme hallucinations start to wear of now, I am left now with a racing mind, and small warping effects, this is after around 5 hours. I notice that the comedown in slightly similar to MDMA, very worn out feeling, loss of social mood, no depression just not a very talkative mood. What an amazing day. I will remember this day as my first mind expansion, a great day with friends, and much self discovery.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 51465

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 10, 2008	Views: 6,899

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 smoked
		 Opium
		 (tar / resin)

I'm writing this to tell you about one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, which took place yesterday when I tripped for the first time on LSD. It was a very memorable evening, and one that I will never forget, it was like a series of moments, thoughts, free of our human constructs and prior experiences. It was a series of streams of consciousness, elevating themselves onto a plane far higher than our normal mind or ego would allow.

It's difficult where to begin, so I'll start off with the routine details. I have been interested in doing LSD ever since I really got into the whole philosophy of psychedelic music, of the marriage of art, poetry and cinema, of experimenting with truth, perception, and reality, pushing it's boundaries. However the opportunity had never presented itself before I got into college. I haven't really done any 'dangerous drugs' before, I smoke my quota of weed and every so often, throw in some good hashish. Yesterday was the first time that I actually tried LSD, it was my first trip, without any prior experience with hallucinogens.

I dropped 2 drops of LSD at around 4:30 PM after classes got over if I remember correctly. I was tripping alone, since I felt comfortable about handling myself through the trip and had implicit faith in the drug. I got back to my room and jammed with my roommate on a track we were recording and around an hour later or such, I started feeling the onset of the trip. Everything was by the book, the feeling of suppressed energy rising up my spine and spreading throughout my body, the first rising waves of an acid frenzy. I decided to abandon playing guitar, told my roommate my trip was coming on, and proceeded to chill out on my bed. My roommate and acting attorney (hint, hint) decided to set things up as the drug took over me. He made the standard textbook playlist to trip to, the whole 'Dark Side of the Moon' album, followed by some real spaced out guitar tracks (the title refers to the song that I actually tripped hardest to, it's by Joe Satriani, one of my favorite guitar players, off his new album 'Super Colossal'), and gradually moving onto some psychedelic trance and electronica tracks.

I was lying eagerly and anxiously in wait for the drug to hit, half afraid yet ready to completely give myself up to it. And then suddenly it came - hit. Waves of sound started crashing down upon me one after the other. Suffice it to say that it was ineffable, and nothing can replace the feeling of being there cocooned in a slow forming bubble which I perceived forming around me. I have heard 'Breathe' a thousand times before, but this time was completely alien and I was completely unprepared for it, the song seemed to be reverberating off the walls, off my head, coming in waves and washing over me and completely swallowing me. Every glissando of Gilmour's slide playing physically swirled around me, and the keyboard sounds, every note seemed to split up into a million channels and come to me, fragmented and unified at the same time. I could almost taste the sound, caress it with my fingertips, and so it went on like that. And then as I looked at my watch to check the time, I briefly figured out it was around 6:45 PM before I completely lost track of time. Time and space seemed unimportant physical entities, I had no use for them.

By the time Satch's 'A Cool New Way' came on, I was well into my trip. Now my whole room is paradise for a trip. It is lit up by a powerful blacklight, and is decorated with trippy posters and designs, artwork and such. Perhaps this was an integral part of my trip being this good. The first 'visuals' that I perceived was the glow from the blacklight enveloping everything, fluorescent lights, and everything started changing their hues and colors. And soon enough, every object in the room seemed to start pulsing, attuned to the music playing, and the rhythm of my heart, all of which exhibited this wonderful rhythmic continuity. And with every pulse the glow and colors would brighten up and tone down alternating. Right across my bed is a poster of John Lennon. It's a big b&amp;w poster with his side profile and the words of 'Imagine' at the side.

At first I became increasingly obsessed with the hair, as it seemed to be floating in a breeze, and soon it seemed to me that the mouth was moving, as if in silent speech, and the words of on the poster almost started floating away from the poster itself and coming closer to me. How long I stared in rapt fascination like a child at the poster I don't know, but it was beautiful. There was this sense that I was safely cocooned in an island, on the beach, with blue jeweled waters, and an everlasting setting sun. No I didn't see this per se, but the feeling that everything conveyed was strong enough for me to actually perceive it as such. Soon enough I was fascinated by a tie-dyed cloth poster of Jim Morrison above my desk, which was positively swirling with colors, and I almost felt that I could sink into it.

I stayed on my bed all the time, but I felt that I was floating around the room sinking in into everything as everything, the colors, the sounds, my thoughts and everything else sank into me. On a part of the wall, my roommate had pasted these roughly circular bits of white paper which generally glow real cool under the black-light. When I looked at them then, they seemed to be swimming like a school of fished in random patterns first and then in unified fractal forms, changing hues &amp; glows. Soon enough the funniest thing happened. Those circular bits of paper appeared to become like circular fat lil' figures with the goofiest grins on their faces dancing around, with 2 strands of electric orange hair coming out of their bald heads! I had to contain myself from laughing hysterically at that. At this point in time things started to distort significantly, and I encountered the sense that things were 'melting' all around me, it was scary at first, but soon after, I found that I could almost control it, and thus was presented with this lovely opportunity of actually bringing my 'island' to life. Soon enough I was completely enveloped in a riot of color and sounds, surrounded by this delicious blue jeweled water. I spent a long part of the trip cocooned in this pearly bubble.

One of my friends came into check on me, and he had a bit of opium along with him. So we walked outside in the cold night, and went in a wooded area to smoke. Outside in the streetlight, everything seemed like a golden yellow haze, peripheral images reflecting off the surface off a mirror. When I looked up I had the sense that I was in a planetarium where I was the center, and the whole sky full of stars seemed to revolve around me. The stars looked fantastic, and were all weirdly connected with each other to form fractal designs and geometrical patterns. After smoking up, I came back into my room to enjoy the remainder of the trip, whereupon I locked into my lil' bubble again, though I was coming down now. One of my friends came to drag me to another party, and I felt the briefly that I was being asked to walk across the water all around the room.

By the time I had reached the party, I had come down substantially and looking at the watch I was amazed to see it was 10PM - it had felt like an age had passes me by, and was actually disappointed, because it then turned out to be a very short trip by usual standards. After the party when I came back into my room, I could still at times perceive faint visuals and traces going off as people moved, but that were the effects fading off. I had a lot of trouble getting sleep however, and couldn't help staring at everything even though my eyes burned at times.

I'd like to end this lengthy dialogue by telling you how it felt when I was locked deep into my trip. Remember your first kiss? Well right after it, comes this moment when you are thoroughly enveloped by this delicious sense of love for yourself, and everyone around you. Everything seems changed, so much more beautiful and pure, and you wanna spread that feeling to everyone and everything around you, it is almost tangible, you can taste it. It's like those lazy autumn afternoons, when you just wanna sit down in the golden dusk and let the sunlight run through your fingers, thinking if you tried hard enough, you could touch it. It was like when you were a year old and everything around you was new and beautiful and lovely, and you wanted to take it all in at the same time. Rebirth, renaissance, recovery. It was the holiest of all ceremonies.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 51629

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 24, 2008	Views: 11,072

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), First Times (2), Various (28)


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

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 1:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

I had been having a pretty good day. Earlier I jammed out at a friend’s house after smoking a few bowls out of his bong. We naturally had a good time and it looked like the day wasn’t going to amount to much more as my friend D drove me home. When I got home I received a text message from a friend at work who had previously said that he could get us some acid from his dealer. D and I bought 3 hits at $15 each and I had just gotten some fresh bud from my brother earlier that day. The acid was dropped on sweet tarts so we took 1 each at about 11 p.m. and smoked a bowl to chill out as we watched family guy in my room.

This episode we watched became known as the “acid episode” because of an ironic comment a character makes about acid about 10 minutes after we had dropped it. As we watched we laughed hysterically at every little thing. I didn’t see this as a side effect of the acid but disregarded it thinking the weed was really good. About an hour in to the “trip” we realized that we weren’t tripping at all and that $45 dollars just went down the drain. So in our frustration we split the last hit and chewed up the paper it was wrapped in (you could see the spots spilled on the paper). We smoked another bowl and the next thing I can remember was sitting on my bed, the acid kicked in.

My room is filled with black lights, Christmas lights, and these red star lights that hang from my window sill. All the lights seemed to be pulsating and giving me a general trippy feeling. For some reason I can’t remember D turned on the overhead light and I began to walk around my room like a baby taking his first steps. Everything had a warped look to it and made me smile with an inner happiness I can’t explain. With the bright lighting it was obvious that I was coming up on the acid. My rug swirled like paint being mixed in a bucket and objects around my room waved and moved as if I was looking at them through water. The best part of coming up was when I walked to the corner of my room and stood on a small 30 watt practice amp. The room and everything within it, including D, seemed a good 20 storied below me and I was 20 stories tall. And just as soon as I was tall I became reduced in size and insignificant in relation to the rest of my room. This aspect was not scary at all but seemed rather intriguing at the time.

D left to use the bathroom and I sat on my bed once again. The black light poster of a caterpillar sitting on a mushroom next to my bed constantly moved about. The caterpillar’s eyes moved around and from time to time seemed fixated on my own eyes. His hand, with fingers in a peace sign, swayed from side to side constantly. Caterpillar made me happy. I stared at my hand which seemed to drag as I moved it back and forth, an obvious tracer effect. D came bursting through the door rambling about how cool peeing was and that I should try it. I didn’t even feel like I had to go till he mentioned it, so I went to try it out. Peeing, an every day burden of occasional relief was one of the most gratifying experiences while tripping.

I returned to my room where D was engrossed with the reflection of the star lights against the wall. As they swayed back and forth it appeared to D that there was a goldfish swimming on the wall. To me it was an angels broad wings stretching out along the wall. We watched winamp visuals while listening to music. Out of the long playlist, one specific song I remember was “The End” by The Doors. We stared mindlessly, fascinated by the shapes, as The End took me on a 15 minute adventure that seemingly lasted hours. Time had no relevance any more. There were no burdens, no hassles, nowhere to be or go, and everywhere I remained I felt accepted. I felt like I was being birthed into a new world, LSD was my mother. D and I had agreed some time ago during the trip that we go outside my window and smoke a joint on my roof which was a very comfortable place to sit and watch the stars. The trip was becoming much more intense as the music continued and after much sidetracking we made it to my roof.

It was a windy night and the pine trees in my neighborhood swayed back and forth very lively. Every branch had its own role in the symphony. Everything seemed to speed up and there was some crazy laughter that ensued as me and D talked. Pink Floyd came next on the playlist and I reached my peak very abruptly. Time came to a standstill as “Welcome to the Machine” played. It is impossible to fully explain the peak. The closest I can come however is that I had a point of clarity. Everything in the world seemed right, an inner feeling unlocked by this psychedelic. The synthesizers in the song seemed to make the pine trees sway in a trance of bliss. A rush of euphoria swept across my body and I was drowned in acceptance and happiness. D was peaking at about the same instance. D, not being very spiritual or religious, claimed that life finally made sense to him. He explained that there was a God, it was so obvious. We returned to my room as we started to level out. There was little night time left but the effects were still noticeable. We continued to listen to music and watch family guy as we came down. The yellow flowers on Quagmire’s red shirt spun around, my last memory as the acid faded away.

It was around 7 or 8 and D and I were both drained. We hopped in his truck and went to McDonalds and got some coffee. We sat silently on the tailgate of his truck in the empty parking lot next to McDonalds looking at the sky. Everything had a different feel to it. Normal wasn’t so normal any more and life was painted in a different shade of color it seemed. And aside from exhaustion, it felt alright. “Man”, D said, “That was some crazy shit last night”.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 51703

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 24, 2008	Views: 6,067

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LSD (2) : General (1), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash
		 (tar / resin)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   132 lb

Ok, before we start I must say I had my first LSD experience (the one I'm about to report) during a crazy drug orgy week, so when I dropped the acid I still had MDMA, methamphetamine, alcohol, poppers and lots of THC in my blood. I've been told the experience would be different if I were clean before dropping so I thought I'd point this out.

I put the blotter under my tongue at 9:30 pm and went for a bath. 30 minutes later I got out and my friends were already smoking joints so I smoked too. That's when I noticed the first effects. I said 'Hmm, this is not a regular joint'. The high felt clearer and more exciting. Like I knew something wonderful would happen.

Then we sat in our hotel beds, barely having time to take a rest because 10 min later the room was full with friendly strangers (well, it was a one week trip with only high school seniors from all over the country = crazyness). I felt very social and as the joints passed around I talked about how we were all the same point of energy and matter, back in the first moment of the Universe, and how we are still one. The new friends were all amazed, saying I was fucking their minds and that I should be a psychologist (O_o ??? they were only on hash and alcohol!).

Later a beautiful girl arrived and I flipped. I was playing with a glow stick in the dark when she walked in, then turned on the lights and couldn't help but saying 'You're a fairy!'. Her name was Ariana, and she indeed looked like a fairy. I remembered her from a dream I had as a child. Suddenly everything made sense and I saw all kind of signs everywhere leading to her. I offered her one blotter and she was thrilled. We hugged, and she smelled so good. I cried when she left, I thought she was my soul-mate and wanted to marry her.

Then, when everybody else left, I went to the beach with a friend who was also on acid. It was the highest moment. I was seeing shadows following me everywhere and when I looked at my friend he would morph into an evil clown or a zombie but surprisingly I didn't freak out. I felt in heaven and thought nothing could hurt me. The sand felt wonderful, the sea sounded so deep but the sky, oh, I felt like I was looking at the sky of heaven, the stars of heaven. I couldn't believe how cruel the 'real world' was and just wanted everyone to feel the same way I did, that same moment, the whole world on acid, one giant love rave, trance pumping everywhere, peace, love, unity, respect.

We went inside and I took off my shoes. Walking around barefoot felt sooo great. The we listened to some music and it all sounded different. Like behind the obvious notes everybody knew there were hidden sounds and lots of trance, like easter eggs specially made for people on acid to listen. That night I finally understood what trance was: the heart of music, pure essence. Trance is everywhere, from Sigur Ros to The Beatles, the nerves of the music, the root of the sound. When I listened to Lucy in the Sky it really hit home. I felt like I was Lucy herself. And I still do. Like there's a Lucy essence inside me and now I'm closer to it than ever before.

When I turned the lights off, it was magical. I felt under the sea. So peaceful. If I closed my eyes, lots of colored patterns, not so different from those I get when eating hash, just more vivid. My friend massaged me and I was one fucking universal orgasm. Talking about orgasms, I went outside and it was really cold but at the same time it felt like the perfect temperature. It felt orgasmically good to let the cold get under my skin. So I invented the 'Criosmic Orgasm' concept (crio = ice + cosmic).

So we were sitting there smoking joints when somehow I noticed we were smoking the same joint for like 40 minutes, and it lasted a full hour, I swear! I called it the 'joint battle' because the fucking little fellow wanted to burn forever.

Coming down was really smooth, I didn't even notice. Doing things was really complicated. Just going to the bathroom, ooooh, such lazyness. Our room was a mess but just thinking about cleaning it up was terrible. At about 10 am I fell asleep, then woke up at 3 pm. Getting dressed was funnier than ever (such crazy combos) and when we went outside, life seemed perfect. It sill does, 3 or 4 or 5 days later, can't remember (try to understand, I'm all burned out :P)

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52186

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 23, 2008	Views: 7,862

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 7.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

A friend of mine decided to invest in 100 tabs to sell in my local area as acid now seems pretty rare, an annual or perhaps twice annual occurence, the price was right and the market was there, so he bought them. I had hoped that we would have some of them, but I wasn't holding out much hope of it, I didn't reckon anyone would be up for it.

It was getting towards 2am on the evening of my friends birthday which happened to be halloween, but of course it was the 1st of November by the time this occurred, and for some reason everybody just decided it wouldn't be so bad to just have one, then another, comprehension of time was long gone, everyone had been smoking weed all day and all night, time was moving by so slowly that by 3am, one hour later 3 of us had eaten 7.5 tabs, and the other participant 3.

The next few hours were spent sitting in the living room in what seemed like endless silences followed by mad hysteria, until someone would point out the fact that we were seemingly laughing at nothing, then the silence struck again, this went on looping until the sun started to come up.

It was a few hours before anyone clicked on to the fact that anywhere existed outside of the living room, then the guy in the group who had taken acid before refused to let me outside, saying it was too big, at this point I went up the never ending stairs and was found looking down the toilet bowl which seemed to go on for infinity. I was giggling thinking it would be silly to fall down it. Two of us went in to a room where 2 friends were sleeping under a green blanket, crawling onto the mattress without really giving much consideration to the people sleeping. I found myself feeling as though they were mountains, the green blanket being the covering of grass or trees or whatever, I had a strange feeling of immense size as I was able to reach over what seemed like mountains.

I spent a while looking out of the window at the rubbish, leaves and general crap on the street below, and gradually they became more colourful and then started moving around. t was like watching a light show go on on the street outside my house. Then my next door neighbour started his car and drove straight through my field of vision, it shocked the shit out of me and it was a sudden real reminder of the existence of the rest of the world and that soon the house would be full of visitors whether we liked it or not, it was really more of a social place than a home.

It was then that the only person in the group of us who had done it before said he was going to go to sleep, he said after a while the confusion of the trips begin to bug him, and the best way to get out of it is to sleep, its a temporary fix of course, if he is lucky enough to get to sleep with a headful of acid, he's probably gonna wake up still bollocksed anyway. Anyway, this guy can sleep through anything, as could one of the other guys, so as its approaching 7am those 2 fall asleep, leaving me awake with the guy who bought them. Me and this guy have a really bad history of competitiveness in everything and although we spend a lot of time together, it is rare that we really get on, and when we do its a hideous facade.

So there's me and him left, and we decide to sit in my bedroom, after a little while of exchanging glances at each other I end up thinking I have to say something, we can't sit in silence, but it's difficult to think of anything at all. I said 'It's like a game now really isn't it, a challenge', he turned and said, his face distorted and twisted 'What the fuck do you mean?'. I had meant this in a perfectly harmless manner and stated 'There is just us 2 left, I guess that's the way it would turn out though isn't it' as sods law would dictate if there is one guy who I would have to sit next to with a head full of acid it would be him.

This really disconcerted him even more. I only meant that it was a challenge to get to sleep as the last one left awake would be on a right headfuck. He asked me what was going on, and until that point, I knew what was going on, I was tripping, at that point my brain just fried itself and reality fucked off rapidly. Suddenly we both had this nagging questioning feeling, a confusion that goes beyond anything I have ever experienced. It was as if there is this constant question that needed answering, but I couldn't answer it, cos I didn't know what the question was for long enough. It's really difficult to explain, but it was really weird, and I felt like we were traveling really fast sat on the couch. After a while, seemed like eternity, was at least an hour or so, I picked up a pen and said 'I've got it'. I get up and go over to the wall, I didn't think what I was doing and put a whacking great ? on the wall, this doesn't help much at all, and really gave my already freaked out friend the fear big time.

Shortly afterwards clarity begins to return, but it feels like there is some kind of nagging feeling that despite me being seemingly much more clear headed that I am not really as in control as I think I am. At this point my friend went downstairs to play his piano as he thought it would comfort him, he didn't leave it for hours on end, so I went and woke up the guy who had gone to sleep. I woke him up and told him of this nagging sort of feeling I had in my mind that I couldn't quite place, and then he looked at me funnily and then looked away, and then turned to grin at me. It was at this point that I came to realise how manipulative my mind was in this state, we could send each other into oblivious mental chaos just by looking at each other in funny ways, arousing suspicion in the other. I found this tremendous fun, and we spent the next hour or so listening to pink floyd sat staring each other out, pushing each other to the point of dispair and utter confusion, both totally aware of each other's actions, we said a few times we ought to stop, but decided not to.

I came up with the analagy of describing what is perhaps the comedown from acid as being like a little ball you can set rolling, we could go from having a perfectly reasonable normal conversation to just utter chaos and fear of the other person in a second with the right look, or thing to say. We did this for a while, until a mate turned up, he knew straight away what was going on and we both thought he was conspiring against us, knowing our minds were frail at this time, but it wasn't scary, it just seemed to envoke some kind of instinctual self preservation mode, but before we knew it we were sat in a room full of friends, some of whom knew, some of whom didn't. It was in my eyes really good fun, trying to work out what other people were thinking with this distorted twisted head I had on, all kinds of daft conspiracy theories.

The guy who I stayed awake with after a while decided he had to leave the house, he needed comfort and quiet, he needed to be out of the drug fueled chaos of our home. So, then a group of us went with him in a taxi to the bank, and then to a hotel in the local town where he decided to spend the night. In the taxi on the way to the bank we were having to explain to him what to do, he was a mess, 'Just go in, sign on the line, withdraw 200 pounds and come back to the taxi' was what we were saying over and over as he had asked us to. The taxi driver asked him what the hell had gone on with him, he used to be a good boy and now he was hanging around with the wrong people and taking drugs, he regularly used this firm and knew all the drivers well, but remained silent for the whole journey, and we had to speak for him. God knows what the driver must have thought with us basically telling him to withdraw cash and then going to the train station car park (which is right next to the hotel he had chosen).

Nobody said anything, 2 of the 3 other people in the car including myself had had some, everything hadn't quite got back to absolute normality, I had tried not to let it, it was now 18 hours after the initial start of the trip and I hadn't slept for 2 nights now so the effects of slight sleep deprivation, the world's 2nd best hallucogen were now beginning to kick in too. And now came what I had been waiting for in the taxi. I had been thinking constantly of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas throughout the past 18 hours, silly Thompson-esque comments and observations were filling my head constantly as they often do even if I'm not inebriated. And then it came, checking into a hotel (admittedly without the phony name with intent to commit capital fraud) with a headful of acid. I couldn't help but grin thinking out the scene from the film in my head while we tried to book in.

After getting the room sorted out, we all went up, and in turn took a shower, which was a strange experience certainly for myself, and then 3 of us went out leaving my friend in the room he had booked, we decided not to return and left him there, by this time we were certain he would be fine, so we caught a taxi back and looked back on the event for a few hours before retiring to bed. The next day the guy who stayed in the hotel returned, vowing never to have acid again in his life, he had fallen asleep moments after we left anyway.

To sum it up, I would say that it was one of the most fun crazy days of my life, but I can see why a lot of people can get really fucked up thinking the wrong thing at the wrong time - As the late great Hunter S. Thompson would have put it 'I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.'

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 52248

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 24, 2008	Views: 5,980

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LSD (2) : Multi-Day Experience (13), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 4:30
		 1 drop
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

I have done acid on many occasions before. I am quite susceptible to psychoactive substances and usually trip a lot harder than most of my friends but this was one to remember for all of us.

We decided to do acid on this particular day, put in the order and sat around waiting for our contact to drop off the substance in question. Our guy turned up a couple of hours later with what we later found out was apparently first dilution LSD which would explain the next 16 hours. We took a couple of drops each, actual quantity is unknown given the inaccurate form of ingestion, at about 3pm. I had decided to candy flip and do a very small amount of pure MDMA as well to soften the cold edge. Our sitter, call him G, arrived just as we had taken the acid and we hung around for about 15 minutes before venturing out to the parkland near where we lived.

The parkland is a 10 minute bus ride away so we walked down to the local bus stop. 25 minutes after the ingestion of the LSD and standing at the bus stop my friends, S and J, said they were feeling the precursor effects of coming up. I, however, was seeing the road wave up and down, obviously coming up faster and harder than my friends. The bus arrived and I managed to sort out the money for a single ticket, went to the top floor and sat down. We chatted for a while and experienced some weird co-incidences that always seem to happen on hallucinogens. At this point the first proper wave, about 35 minutes in, hits me hard. The bus journey is a blur. Next thing I know I’m off the bus going to our sitter’s house near the parkland and my friends are discussing what they are feeling. I’m barely able to speak at this point but still quite aware of what is going on.

After G gets some supplies from his house we set out for the parkland. At this point time means very little to me and I can just about remember going up a huge hill and reaching a bridge crossing a fast dual carriageway. We stop to watch the cars and their respective ghostly trails rush below us and then head off into the actual park land. We stop for a while on a path to catch our breath. G asks me how the LSD is and I say it's pretty intense. I’ll attempt to explain the visuals at this point - looking up the path I could see trees and plants, however everything was leaving massive trails every time I moved my eyes so it all seemed to be vibrating, expanding and contracting. This was increasing in waves of intensity but at least I was still able to talk to my mates.  Given that, it was becoming a level of intensity that was uncomfortable, difficult to train your vision on one thing. Basically everything was moving around me. G offered S and J some ketemin which was answered with “No thanks, I’m tripping enough as it is”. We stand up and set out for the main park land.

This section of the journey is a blur for me as the next wave hits me and I can only assume is far more intense. The next thing I remember, we have just made it to the main section of park, breaking through the woodland and out into a huge open space made up of a couple of rolling hills. By this point I am seeing things through what can only be described as a camera from the Blair Witch Project or some other film with similar first person camera; these are not my eyes, they’re some detached lens. I look around and I see a family walking their dog, I look to the left and I see the same family walking their dog and this is also duplicated to the right of me. I rapidly lose any cohesion in my mind and start becoming completely delirious.

As we walk up the hill All I see is my vision duplicated all around me. I am convinced at this point that G has taken us to this hall of mirrors and guiding us through to the end of this maze. We reach the top of the hill and sit down for a while. However the intensity kicks up another notch and the next wave hits me; I literally cannot see at this point. The visuals have reached an intensity that everything is moving, coupled with the fact I have no depth perception, the world around me is just a mass of distorted colour and shapes; my vision is just blobs, I am literally blind unable to see an inch in front of me. From what I remember (since this point is quite hazy) my friends have some K and they experience the same problems. My memory of this point is either reconstructed or I have an out of body experience but all I can remember is third person and seeing a dog run up to me a couple of times. I remember trying to say hello to it and then a blur of time.

The next thing I remember is total deconstruction of my reality. I cannot remember who I am, or what anything around me is. All I remember at this point is walking through a vast blue universe, walking past these small stars and planets and following these entities in front of me. The entities in question are my mates, however I cannot remember who or even what they are. I follow them through the universe, feeling scared that I am alone. Then these entities started talking to one another which gives me hope - they are still able to communicate with one another and so must know that they exist. I remember seeing our sitter, although I had no idea what he was, and I remember thinking that I had to keep to this entity because he hadn’t done something that the rest of us had done.

I would normally have been scared by what I was experiencing but this was my reality, I could not compare it to anything else since I could not understand let alone extrapolate beyond what I was experiencing. This was everything to me and as far I was concerned this was what it had always been. Also I was incapable of actually understanding anything anyone said, it was a totally alien language. These entities did seem familiar but beyond that, there was no memory of what they were.

There is a huge blur and then the next thing is its gone dark. I am still unable to remember who or what I am but we are at a house, it's G’s house. We go into the house, another blur and then I’m sitting on the kitchen floor still incapable of grasping anything around me. I then remember a huge section of weird out of body experience where I float between my friends faces as they discuss a drug. I think my brain filled in a huge amount of the conversation as all I remember thinking is that we had taken a drug that expanded a few minutes into a load of hours and that by the end we will just come out and learn a lot from the experience.

I suddenly hear one of my friends talking about university and I remember I am a student but I can’t remember my name or what I’m studying. G puts on some dubstep and this seems familiar, its music and that’s something I could kind of grasp and then a blur. Next thing I remember I’m starting to grasp some reality, that point where things around me start to seem familiar - it's best described as the trip being plunged into a deep pool of water and this point being the first time I finally reach the surface and gasp for oxygen. I finally know who I am but I’m not too sure where I am other than a taxi and my friends are discussing Fantasia with the taxi driver.

We get dropped off at my friends house. For some reason I, with my mates, decided to chomp down another sugar cube each with a single drop of acid on. Obviously we were not really in a great state of mind to be making these decisions by ourselves but we did none the less. I was still kind of incapable of talking to people but I could understand what is going on around me. The visuals were ridiculous but enjoyable at this point. It must be a good 4 or 5 hours since I had taken the two drops of acid.

We leave just as we are coming up on the 3rd drop. The world around me seems totally unreal, like everything is rendered in computer graphics. The best I can describe it is the same as before I became totally delusional - there was about a 2 second afterburn of everything I saw on my vision so everything that was still had all its details exaggerated by the fact that they were totally still. Say I looked at my hand - all the creases on my palm were exaggerated because what I was looking at was 2 seconds worth of vision super-imposed over my current frame of vision - this includes every minor movement of my eyes offsetting that frame of vision - i.e. every minor detail had trails all around it. But I also had what can be best described as faint fractals spinning on my vision as well as everything seeming to be in very high contrast. I was pretty much back to normal mentally by this point though.

We made it back to S’s house where the acid intensified to the point that my focal point was quite often duplicated over my peripheral vision. I had great fun just looking at things and watching them warp far more than they had ever done before. Every detail was accentuated by my vision being out of sync. I picked up a twig in the garden and looked at it, except when I stared at it everything in the background went out of focus and became a moving blob of colour but the thing within focus was in perfect detail. Closed eye visuals were ridiculous and were a constantly spinning multiple infinite fractals of reds, blues, and yellows. When I stared at trees, all they did was form into kaleidoscope fractals that just seemed to go on forever. My vision was quite often just a kaleidoscope of fractals made up of the things around me.

I finally made it to bed later on in the late morning and fell into what could only be described as a trance. The visuals, open and closed eye, never really decreased in intensity until the next day.

-Aftermath-

For a couple of months after, the HPPD (Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder) I suffered before was massively increased. Trails appeared quite clearly even during day time and visual snow in the dark was absurd, it appeared to flash like a strobe light quite regularly in my vision. Since then the visual distortions when sober have gone back to their previous level of intensity - trails all the time but most noticeable in high contrast situations, like a light moving around in a dark room, slight variation in perception of scale of objects, in darkened rooms things appearing to continuously fall off ceilings slightly, objects appearing to slide around slightly and objects appearing to vibrate slightly.

My visual snow has since stopped flashing so regularly. However since the acid I have experienced other strange effects. When in bed sometimes when just closing my eyes to go to sleep I think I am looking at a scene, it can be still or parts of it can be in motion, and suddenly I am literally looking at that scene like a closed eye visual. When I realise I am looking at that scene, it begins to rapidly fade from my vision but is still there when I open my eyes before it fades away completely. I am left with patterns flying over every surface I look at for about 10 seconds after the event. The other thing I have noticed is only a few times I have woken up to see a spinning abstract shape in my vision, super imposed over everything else and quickly fades. I am not sure if these are the result of general drug use or HPPD.

Since the event described I have taken acid as well as other hallucinogens many times. However, hallucinogens have never seemed to reach the same level of intensity as they once did. On the whole, I found the experience quite interesting to analyse and come to terms with. I am pleased I have experienced it even though I would not have wanted to consciously inflict that level of intensity on myself. I am pleased that throughout most of it I was unable to understand beyond what I perceived and that it was my reality and clearly had no idea what was really going on.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 68159

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 4, 2008	Views: 5,897

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Hangover / Days After (46)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 2:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 3:30
		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I recently had a life enhancing, healing and very fun experience when candy flipping while at a rave. I was with one of my best friends (D), and one of his very good friends (S) who is a cool guy. We were traveling down to London to get away and simply have a fun filled night. It was planned for a week or so, looked like it might not happen, then at the last minute we decided it had to feature, for sanities sake.

The rave was taking place from 9PM-9AM, and we arrived around 10:30. The rave was at a place I’ve never been, and immediately I got good vibes of the fellow people at the place, everyone was very chilled out. Got talking to one guy about his smoked DMT experience, and he might be able to hook me up with some pure DMT in a few weeks. We were all in high spirits, and my friends seemed to be really digging the venue. Had a similar crowd to the Synergy raves.

The night was still young and the place was still relatively empty. We chilled out, talked and had a few beers and smoked a few nice homegrown blueberry joints. We took some powerful antioxidants and milk thistle caps, which is a liver detoxicant. I was surprised how high I was feeling already. The hours started slipping by. We hoped to find some pure MDMA first, my friend’s mate had never tried it before, but there didn’t seem to be any going on, but we find these nice looking Mercedes e’s, so we dosed on these around 1.

We moved between rooms soaking up the atmosphere. Around 45 minutes later a guy was going around asking people if they had something. Without hearing him I knew he was on a search for acid. I spoke to him and asked if he could possibly let me know if he encounters any, and I’d do the same. It wasn’t long before he returned. A guy was selling liquid acid, which is always very nice.

It was my best friends first proper time doing acid and we dosed at 2. He had 1 drop, and despite the guy’s warning, I had 2. A round this time our other friend dosed on another e. A round this time I was really starting to feel the e, which was still building. It was so good to feel the MDMA rushes, that brilliant speeded up euphoria. We chilled for a while to let the effects come on. It was quite subtle at first, but not for long. Liquid, syrupy coloured hallucinations were beginning to circulate around the room. My friend was noticing it as well. The high was incredible.

Two things I noticed while candy flipping this time. The amount of energy I had was crazy. Constant, involuntarily moving to the music all the time. This effect lasted for many hours. MDMA and LSD both raise my body temperature. Before peaking my friend and I really started to notice this a lot. We had to go outside to cool of a few times. We both observed how it appeared like heated convection currents were everywhere and morphing everything. The clouds seem to flow down to meet us. I think my friend even watched a pink electric sun rise several times, at 3 in the morning.

The peak of any acid trip is the craziest time. The hallucinations were overwhelming in complexity and detail and were all encompassing. At times it seemed like the acid has me cornered a bit, it was so intense. It was hard to hear and understand people. My friend went down to the toilets where it was a bit cooler for a few times, and once went off to the other room for a while without me noticing, and I was left with our other friend, who was really digging the e’s. Paranoia started to creep in during these times. I was concerned for my friend, during his first proper trip, and I knew this was some GOOD acid. Time dilation may have made things a bit worse in these instances. He was fine though and returned from the other room. We danced for a while which was awesome. The music was very powerful, and the psychedelic art, lasers and fog machines made a brilliant environment for tripping. Started to get hot again, and we chilled out for a while. It was a weird feeling, wanting both to move a lot and chill at the same time.

The acid was still very intense. A wild drug. I remembered the Merry Pranksters philosophy when tripping “Don’t accept it, don’t reject it, flow with it.” Some good advice I think. We smoke another joint which gave the colours a real revamp. I was in a whole other world still. I talked to my friend and other people. I really dig the interesting cross section of people you get at raves. Around this time I felt very relaxed and content. Dark thoughts did make the odd appearance but were soon banished. I felt-physically- my worries, anxieties and tensions evaporate room my body. It was quite sudden, and powerful.

Gradually reality began to come into focus again. Smoked some shisha, provided by some cool people, and added a bit of ganja to it. Was really pleasant. Clear, calming. At this point couldn’t help but feel awkward for our other friend who was now down from the e’s. We trippers had just entered the ‘blissful nirvana’ stage off an acid trip, following the craziness of the peak, and were feeling great. I never get an MDMA hangover on acid. The acid just overpowers it.

Around 9 the rave ended and we were unleashed onto the world still far from sober. Where do all the other trippers vanish to? We had nowhere to stay and went and chilled out in a nearby park in the sun, and smoke a last joint. It was strange but our brains were making music out of all random city noises. Am very glad the weather was good. We all felt very content, at ease. You never fully come down from acid until you’ve had a sleep to reset your brain chemistry. At round 3 in the afternoon, 12 hours after coming up, I was as sober as I was going to get, and we all made our way home. I gave my friends a bit of homegrown to enjoy later. Adrenalin seems to bring on the acid a bit I found (and acid does adrenlaise you). When I got home had a meal, a deep hot bath and some ganja, which brought out the trip to a surprising degree, around 18 hours later. My friend also found this.

This was a powerful healing experience. Used responsibly and seldom, I feel LSD can be a powerful medicine. Since that rave my mood has remained stable, my outlook positive-before I could sometimes focus on the negative, as oppose to positive aspects of life. I would sometimes suffer from depression, but since the rave, not a hint. A truly brilliant experience.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52446

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 5, 2008	Views: 7,656

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LSD (2) : General (1), Glowing Experiences (4), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I'm 17 years old. The night started off with my friends and I driving around trying to get a hold of some dank herb. We finally got a hold of our friend’s dealer, and we headed over to his place. My mindset was pretty good I was having a good time with my friends just being sober.

When we got to the house I discovered I could get a hold of some good acid from California. My previous experience with acid happened a year before this when I was in trouble with my parents because they found out I smoked pot often. I felt that before I got in trouble with my rents that I was very carefree and I felt that karma would keep me safe. I generally had a blast with life. After they discovered that though there whole demeaner towards me changed, and they made me feel like constant shit and I resent them still for this.

Anyway I dropped 3 hits of potent cid and had a bad experience at this crappy punk show and I was being picked up early by my dad and all my siblings where home and I just panicked. I remember seeing huge crowds of people everywhere in the show parking lot, but there was really no one. It got hard to breath and my throat went completely dry. It wasn’t fun. So during the next year I smoked a whole lot of really good pot all the time. When I’d stopped I’d think way too much about things that where negative in my life with my family, and pot could take me from complete rage to calm and laughing in a few minutes so of course I did it all the time. But during this time I started feeling like my life was grey and dull.

So back to this great night. I dropped 2 hits of this good buddha print acid at about 6:30pm and it felt like I could feel it almost immediately. I drove with my friends S and M to K’s house which was our party headquarters.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]  While leaving the neighborhood I saw the middle lines of the road raise up like a barrier, but I dismissed it as visuals and drove to K’s house. When we got there we decided I should take S to get his car so he could be our non tripping ride for the meantime before he dropped later that night. While driving him to his place I started seeing the rearlights on the cars in front of me starting to pulse and move around and the other city lights where radiant. I wanted to hurry and get back before I started frying harder.

When we got back to K's place. We smoked some dank herb. S drove us all downtown so we could hang out by the riverfront. The drive was great I was looking at all the lights and I was moving all over the seat like a child. K, M, and I went to hang out by the river, while A and S, the 2 non tripping people, went into this cool art gallery/live music restaurant. So the trippers are having a great time, we see this boat go by and we start running along with it laughing like kids. We must of looked crazy to onlookers.

We went to join A and S in the art gallery part of this place.  We hung out there and K and I spent a long time talking about this impressionist painting of some flowers. Every different color was flowing and radiant. On the way Back to Ks house I remember looking at this light post and it just smeared all across the sky, as we drove past.

Now for some reason S was being sort of an asshole by the time we got back to K's house. I guess he was tired of being around goofy people on acid and he was giving us all really bad vibes. He sometimes get absorbed in his own reality and isn’t very considerate of other people. He left after awhile to R's house. I started frying super hard and I just got lost in my reflection in this standup mirror. I looked hollow and full of darkness. K realized what was happening and jumped in front of me saved me from that eternal dark stare.

I packed a bowl and passed it around and when it got back to me I'd forgotten I passed it in the first place and I would zone out super hard into oblivion. At this time I recognized I was thinking way too hard about how I would get home. I lost my keys but I found them later, it turns out I just put them on the table. I was starting to have a bad trip again. So I got up and started dancing to the song Touch Me by The Doors. I was bouncing off the wall and it felt like every time I'd rock my head shocks of glorious light would go thru the darkness in my body. Then the most amazing thing happened, I took everything I hated about myself (the darkness) and crumbled it up in a ball and threw it away. I also turned around that gay mirror so I wouldn’t get lost in it.

I went into K’s mom's room and sat on her bed which has these white curtains draped over the bedpost and I was watching this screensaver of this nature scene. I then transended into this amazing forest of that had this peaceful river and I felt my energy flowing with this river. I believe that religion and spirituality tries to tap into this mystic energy and I was so overjoyed with happiness.

Then one of K’s cats walked up to me and it morphed to a giant wolf that came up to me to guide me. It was the most amazing thing, I now consider the wolf my spirit animal. I was also now having these closed eyed visuals that were like paintings by Alex Grey. I would also see thousands of geometric shapes floating around and melting into one another only to have more melt out of this shape and spin around. When I opened my eyes I’d see shapes floating around like those in the music video to the flaming lips song 'Do you realize'. M and K walked in on me and I was in this calm meditation pose (funny that it was buddha print) and I told them about my experience. I had this really enlightening conversation with K, and she looked so amazing and joyful.  This all happened around 9:30.

The rest of the night was fun, I felt like I'd accomplished in losing a whole lot of mental baggage that night. Another friend stopped by and I just gave her some cid because I felt like everyone should experience this. I went home around 12:00 after I’d mostly stopped frying. Once in my room I smoked a nice big bowl and my walls started spinning around in a beautiful kaleidoscope manner. I went to sleep about 2 hours later.

The next week or so I was in a really great mood. The day after I smoked all day with my good friends R and S and I’d start seeing stuff again. It was mindblowing. I wish I could remember every single detail about it.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 43381

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 8, 2008	Views: 5,570

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   69 kg

The story that follows is about my very first experience with psychadelics (LSD), it happened about 5 years ago, but since it was such a strong trip I can remember it quite clearly nowadays, in fact, I think I’ll never forget this trip. At the time I was 20 years old, and had been smoking weed for a few years already, so I thought it was time to go to the next level.

Me and a friend were walking towards a club party on a regular Friday night, about 11:30 pm, when I told him I was holding 2 LSD blotters, the ones with Mr. Hoffmann on his bike printed on. After a few minutes trying to talk my friend into taking the blotter (he had never taken it eighter), he finally agreed with me and sometime around midnight we took one whole blotter each. We smoked a thin joint while walking to the club and arrived at the party at 12:15 am (having midnight as T +0:00).

We hung out at the party until 1:30 am when we both decided that we had been fooled and the blotter was a fake, because neither of us was feeling anything different, so we left the club for another walk and another joint. We walked and smoked until we reached a very calm neighborhood, it was sometime around 2 am when my friend and I started laughing like maniacs, uncontrollable laughing, with no reason whatsoever, very amusing. At first we thought the laughter had been produced by the joint, but after some half an hour of continuous laughing we realized a joint just couldn’t do all that and figured out that the LSD was starting to take effect.

At this point I decided to go somewhere near my apartment, just to be close to my home in case something wrong happened. During the one hour long walk back to my neighborhood me and my friend laughed and staggered the whole way, it would usually take me less than half an hour to walk that distance, but we took much longer, to any passer by on the street we looked like we were very, very drunk. When we finally reached my neighborhood we sat down on the sidewalk, and leaned back against the front door of some closed shop. At this time I wasn’t aware of the time anymore, but I think it was 3:30 am.

Well, from now on things got pretty much out of control. First, I completely forgot that my friend was there with me, I felt like a stranger in my own world, then I started to feel that my body was loosing it’s original form, I could stretch my arms to the other side of the street, and actually feel the texture of the wall at the other side on the tip of my fingers. I felt my teeth as if they were gigantic, like beaver’s teeth, I felt like I could put my entire arm inside my mouth and feel every tooth with my hand. I don’t know if I was actually putting my hand inside my mouth or if this was only a hallucination.

Well, after playing for some time with my stretchable body, I started to worry that if the cops found me laying around on the street in that state-of-mind they would frisk me and interrogate me, so I decided to go hide my last joint behind a drainpipe nearby. After doing that I remembered that I had someone with me that night and went back to look for my friend. I found him exactly where I left him, though I don’t know how I managed to find my way back to where I was before. He was tripping as heavy as I at that point and told me he was very thirsty and wanted to go get a beer, so we staggered until we reached a gas station with a convenience store. I couldn’t enter the store, because I knew that everyone there would instantly notice how fucked up I was if they saw me, so I decided to wait outside.

I waited for an eternity (but it was actually 5 minutes I think) sitting on a large vase, and looked at the ground, where dozens of old spit bubble gum were stuck on. I got completely amazed when the floor became a dark void, my feet were hanging in the air and every chewed gum became an orbiting planet, and flash bright stars appeared among them. By the time my friend got back I was completely petrified, staring at the dirty solar-system like floor. He then asked me to walk around some more, ‘cause the clerks were looking at him in a strange way. We walked until we reached a bus stop with a bench and sat on the bench.

I think we sat there for over 2 hours (I had no clue what time it was at this point) and I can’t remember clearly everything that went through my mind during this time, all I know is that the only words that I kept speaking repeatedly were: this just don’t make sense! And indeed it didn’t! I think I had what is called an ego splitting or an ego-loss, sitting on that bench I was in a profound trance-like state, I was feeling everything else, I could feel the confusion of being every object in my field of vision simultaneously. But at the same time, I felt a huge emptiness inside of my body, as if I had no ground under my feet. I couldn’t remember my name, I couldn’t remember who or even what I was at this point, and I certainly couldn’t remember that I had taken LSD, so I started to believe my hallucinations and that’s the moment the panic started. I didn’t know if I was dead or if I ever was alive.

This confused panic state lasted for another hour and then I managed to get back into my head, I mean, I managed to remembered who I was and where I lived, but I was still tripping very hard, strongly hallucinating, I think the first time I looked at my watch ever since the LSD effects started was 6:15 am and the sun was starting to light the sky. Well, after this weird state of “being everything” wore off, I once again figured out who I was and where I was but the panic just didn’t go away and my never fading extremely stoned state-of-mind was starting to annoy me, at that point I was ready to get back to reality. I just didn’t remember how reality was and how to get back.

More panic. I said a brief goodbye to my friend who had a blank but astonished look on his face and headed home. In my way home I felt a mix of very tense, very tight muscles in my back and very loose / shaky muscles in my legs. I kept walking on the streets like a goblin, with my back bent, and shouting out loud: “Take your damn knee off my spine!!!” I even tried to kick a passing car’s door, and I still don’t know why I did it.

When I got home I was shit scared of waking my dad up, so I kinda did everything in slow motion, not to make any noise. I prepared a glass of chocolate-milk and took it with me to my room and laid myself on the bed. It was 7 or 8 am already and I was very tired from walking around, but I just couldn’t sleep. I kept having cyclic visions in my head, that made no sense at all, like a part of a videoclip that kept looping at a very high speed, and it drove me further into my desperate state, at the end of this part of my trip I said to my self: hell is pure repetition.

When I thought all my visual hallucinations had gone away, I looked to the mattress while laying on the bed and there was no mattress, just a dark pit underneath my body, which was floating in mid-air, and the only thing that kept me from falling down in that dark pit was the empty glass of chocolate milk I was holding, that somehow had the ability to float. I don’t know why I didn’t just get off my bed, all I know is that I was completely sure, I mean, I was truly convinced that if I released my grip from that glass I would fall, I’d be swallowed by that pit and would die. I think the most frightening thought I have ever had was to know that sooner or later I would fall asleep and so fall to my death. It was probably 10 or 11 am when I finally slept, holding tight on the empty chocolate-milk glass. I woke up in mid-afternoon mildly light-headed and with a major appetite.

After this trip I took acid many times, even hallucinated in some trips, but no other trip was ever close to this one in intensity and life-like visuals. The first one was truly a slap in the face. The funny thing is that a few days after this trip I was on my way to college and passed by the drainpipe where I had hidden my joint back in the night of the trip, and just for fun decided to check if the joint was still there… and it was! I went to my class with 2 red eyes and a large smile on my face.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 43521

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 8, 2008	Views: 9,590

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

I think back to the last trip. I've thought about it during work, at the slow times.

I remember. real vivid. it was my third encounter with Lucy, and my second two hit trip, at a party with good friends.

I dropped my doses as soon as they came to me. a grin spread across my face when as my mouth slowly started to taste metallic.

the second hour or two was a rush of good music and visuals. the light patterns, the buzz, the body buzz, the feeling of unity in the room, all those fun acid party grooves. the kids, trippers all, had a set of glowsticks, a fog machine, spinny fan lights that created patterns while spinning, a computer with wacked out visualizations, and some high powered lasers. visuals were proivded en masse.

if you haven't tried it, a cool thing to do is to get one of those spinning color globes, and setting it on the ground next to a fog machine. kick the fog machine on, and you have a wonderland of lights.

my friends say I trip like they wish they could, that I'm a 'classic trippy kid'.

I guess I'm lucky.

the trip came about then, as I sat in the sitting area of the living room. the disassociation of reality, the feeling that nothing is as it should be, but lucy's sweet demeanor calms me and assures me that all is fine - I'm simply creating reality again. for the record, I love that my head does what it does, whatever it's doing when I trip. me seems so complex and large.

I start laughing like a loon, as I do whenever acid kicks in. because, yanno, I'm god again. being god is awesome, by the way.

I came to myself staring into infinity in the mirror. I was using my nose as a point of rotation, looking through all edges of the mirror as I kept my eyes as close to the mirror as possible. this is about when the party concluded that I was tripping balls.

I found myself sitting on the stair landing, next to the inside corner of the wall. I had arms on the wall as if I was holding onto it for dear life. my friend walked by me, presumably on the way to the bathroom. she simply smiled and encouraged me to become one with the wall - which is what I was doing, not that I had noticed, being too concerned with trying to find the inside of the wall with my eyes.

the real mindtrip came later. it started when I sat down on the stairs, staring into the mirror again. I'd done it when I first started getting patterns. the world shimmered, much like one of those rotating billboards mid-spin - the world around me flipped. all around me seemed as if it had been changed, if just slightly - the wallpaper differed, the shag carpet was of different length, the paintings and pictures had swapped. mind that EVERYTHING was different, if just slightly. colors, shadows, lighting, tint. I stood up, feeling entirely alone in the house - it seemed like no music was going, lighting was minimal.

the house seemed empty, a little dark. I stepped off the stairs, onto the ground, walked past the door, to the piano - behind the couch. as soon as I stepped in, I noticed a large swarm? - I guess - of energy sitting in the living area where all my friends were. the room was humid, actually. I could see a jungle-like fog all around, low to the ground, brushing against the ceiling, coating the walls slightly, hovering in air, obscuring the room.

when I moved towards the sitting area, a large prehistoric looking insect buzzed towards me. all round, it was probably basketball sized. it was a very odd looking creature. it moved gracefully, much like a butterfly, but looked like a hornet. flew the same way, it just didn't have a stinger, so the lower part of it's body hung down a little more, so it came across as very non-threatening. looked like a dinosaur though. reallly cool stuff.

the entire time I'm walking around, by the way, I have the ODDEST FEELING that I'm actually sitting down in a comfy chair- like, that's the part of my body telling me it's currently sitting down - my back feels like I'm sitting back in a chair, slightly leaned over. my legs feel like they're sitting in a chair, coming down, my shoes pushed into the carpet, as my forearms feel like they are being pressed against my legs. my shoulders are pressing down on my arms, and my head is leaned over.

however, my eyes are telling me I'm standing in this nearly empty and very different room. I can nearly see myself in third person as I see through the first person, and I'm in the room. but again, I'm feeling like I'm sitting down, surrounded by a buzz of happiness.

I felt as though I were really two people, experiencing the sensory input from the me who was walking around the room, but I got the physical, aural and emotional sensory input from a me I felt was in another room, sitting down. occasionally, the feeling of a hand draped around my shoulder was there, even once a feeling of someone playing with my hair.

I'll just let you believe that walking around with these feelings is an odd experience. moving your knee forward to walk while your body tells you that you're sitting stationary with an elbow resting on your knee is an experience in and of itself.

by the way, I'm currently having flashbacks visually. I like describing trip stuff, it makes me get visuals.

anywho, I feel like my head is moving, like I'm laughing softly about something. I can hear this noise around my head, like other people are laughing. happy talk. it was pleasant.

but I'm walking over to the couches. I step near the back of the first couch, look down into the corner where the fog machine was, and the energy in that part of the room backs away, and in it's place is a set of friends, who are sitting, having conversation as if at any point of the night. I joined in, then stepped past the couch, the foggy energy had gone, and everyone was in their place again. I felt like I had stepped into a part of the party.

which is actually much like my second trip, on memory. in that trip, I spent the entire deep trip part of the trip moving from one time in the party to the next, finding that turning my head caused the room to rearrange itself as if time had elapsed. people had changed subjects, switched places, changed what they were doing, all in the space of time of me turning my head.

this only happened once this trip, though. I joined a conversation at the table before retreating back to the stairs. I think it was when another tripping girl passed me to use the bathroom - just as she had when I first sat down - that I opened my eyes, and was back to the place before the change in 'part'.

the rest was standard trippy stuff, barring me having part of a  'bad trip'. it happened when people decided to take a car ride. I wasn't allowed to go, for lack of space in the car. so I was left alone at an unfamiliar house. I wandered into the backyard where I watched the sky melt as I chain smoked a few cigarettes. this was when the sky was still dark, the moon lighting the sky and clouds, providing a feast for the eyes.

suddenly, I distinctly heard a cop car flash it's siren, as they do when they pull up and want to suprise people. as my attention came back to earth, I looked to the house - I was some ten or fifteen feet from the backdoor, and the front of the house was GLOWING with the combined hues of floodlights and police flashers.

a look behind me, where there was a fence, reveals that there is now a large downtown-urban building there. I was reminded of my time in Oakland, California, the building was of a similar design to ones I had lived near downtown there. there was a row of them, and I was next to an alley.

mind you that I was attending a party in the midwest, the suburbs. there is no building taller then a few stories for miles. I wasn't aware of this at the time.

on one side, I had the house. I could see inside, shadows in the windows, the careful, practiced movements of a SWAT Team, waking up passed out kids.

on the other? an alley with a soft glow at the end of it. the glow had no color, it seemed to be every pleasing color at once. I moved towards it, determined to make my way home arrest-free, despite not knowing quite where home was. I happened to have my coat on, which contained my wallet, cell phone, watch, camera, lighter, pipe, the rest of my pot, and my cigarettes. I was set.

and then I walked to the nearest intersection, hoping to find a street name I recognized. I found myself at an intersection, and the world got a LOT darker. it was much like one of those comics where the person in distress walks to the intersection and can't see past it. in this case, only the intersection was lit, none of the rest of the world seemed to be.

the street signs were no help. each time I looked at one, it's name seemed liquid - never settling. one minute redwood, the next birch, for example. turning back to find the alley I'd come from, I found myself looking back at a row of suburban homes. the alley I'd come from was gone, the looming apartment buildings gone. I dropped to my knees, realizing that I needed help, that I'd never get home in this state, and that I was utterly alone.

I got up, deciding to smoke a cigarette while I tried to settle down. I heard my name called, and I turned my head. a friend was there, and the same pleasant glow was around him. I turned, and as if a light switch had been flipped, the world around me brightened. the streets became defined, the signs regained focus, and the world beyond the intersection became lit again.

I was lead back to the house. I apologized for any inconvenience I'd caused. we walked through the yard of one house, jumped a fence, and we were back in the backyard of the house the party was at. as I'd felt deep down, there were no cops. just friends that came back from their car ride. I'd just freaked. they asked why I felt the need to jump the fence, but I hadn't remembered doing so - just walking down the alley next to the now-vanished apartment building. I was hugged, held, and calmed down. I didn't try to explain what I'd been through, because I wasn't then ready. I was in no mind to remember what I'd thought happened.

eventually, as we listened to Mindless Self Indulgence, I came down, and was driven home. I walked up to mcdonalds, had some chicken nuggets and a cherry coke, then walked home and passed out.

good stuff.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52130

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 14, 2008	Views: 8,149

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