		 DOSE:

		 40 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Paroxetine
		 (daily)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

The Technicolor Yawn - LSD and Paxil

LSD Marijuana Paxil Red Wine

Just looking at the long list of drugs I have written above now makes me laugh in disbelief, but at the time this was pretty normal for me. Well, everything except the Paxil. My new girlfriend had talked me into seeing a psychiatrist and accepting psychiatric medication. I did it mainly to make her happy as it didn't seem to do much for me.

I remember the day this all occurred very well, as it was a pagan holiday - Lammas, August 1 - and we had just held a pagan ritual. That morning, my girlfriend had moved away and I was to follow her in several months to go live with her in a state I'd never lived in. We were having relationship problems already and I was very unsure about the situation, but I was very much in love.

Earlier in the day I had acquired 5 hits of paper blotter from a very trusted friend. I am reasonably certain there was nothing wrong with it and that it was LSD of the type I had been used to taking. Previous to that point in time I had taken large amounts of LSD on numerous occasions. I had stopped for a while because my girlfriend didn't like it, but I figured she would be out of town so why not? I hung out with my friends after the ritual getting high and drinking for a little while. One very strange but significant thing that happened was that an odd beetle came and ran up and down my arm. We laughed and said it was a scarab - Egyptian symbol of death and rebirth. I got a little creeped out, but then shrugged it off and went home to drop the acid.

I had two roommates who were cool, but they were at work which as fine with me. I dropped the acid and while I waited to come up, I lit some candles and incense and then lay on the bed. Everything seemed like a normal trip at first and I let my thoughts spin out where they would go.

Everything seemed like a normal trip at first and I let my thoughts spin out where they would go.

 I thought a lot about the relationship and problems we were having and how to fix them, hurtful things she had said of which there were a lot. I felt a lot of stress building up in my body. I tried letting it all go but it kept building up. I felt nauseated and tried to tell myself it was the inability to let go of anger. But then I realized that I was actually going to vomit.

I ran to the bathroom and was sick. Gross. I recovered from that and began to walk back to the bedroom, but suddenly realized I wasn't done being sick and turned and vomited again. And then again... and again.... and again. Soon I began to panic. Why couldn't I stop? I couldn't stop. I remembered the scarab running back and forth along my arm and decided it had been a sign that I was going to die. The death god had come for me and my number was up. My girlfriend had abandoned me, my roommates were gone, I was all alone. I started completely freaking out.

I somehow got the idea that since I couldn't stop puking that I should take off all my clothes and climb in the bathtub so I could clean myself up afterward better. So I sat in the bathtub vomiting and crying and splashing water on myself. I thought about trying to go find help from a nearby friend's house but then I realized I couldn't even walk. I finally regressed to the point of feeling like an abandoned 2 year old due to issues from my childhood. I have no idea how long this went on - it seemed like hours. And then I heard my roommates come home.

They walked around the house, and I could hear them saying that they knew I must be home because there were lit candles and incense burning - all of this must have taken place in a rather short amount of time - but they couldn't find me. I began screaming so they would come find me, but they couldn't hear me!  I only thought I was screaming. My voice wouldn't come out of my throat.

I only thought I was screaming. My voice wouldn't come out of my throat.

 Eventually they came into the bathroom and found me naked, in the bathroom, vomiting and crying.

The guy of the couple pulled me out of the tub and made sure I wasn't choking, then spent 5 minutes trying to get me to talk and tell me what I had taken. I was having a huge amount of trouble even forming words to speak to him. Eventually I told him about the LSD, the weed, the Paxil and the wine. He shook his head and said I should never combine these things but that I would be okay. He got me cleaned up and then spent the entire night sitting up with me in my room with a bucket while I continued to vomit, making sure I didn't fall asleep and choke to death. Things finally calmed down about dawn. I felt completely emptied out and drained.

I fell asleep and didn't wake up for 14 hours straight, not even to go to the restroom. There were no other ill after effects. I broke up with the girl less than a year later.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 103506

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: May 22, 2019	Views: 1,355

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Pharms - Paroxetine (148), LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Relationships (44), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Lamotrigine
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00
		 0.5 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Clonazepam
		 (daily)

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

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 0:00
		 2.5 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Clonazepam

		   T+ 0:00
		 50 mg
		 oral
		 Cannabidiol

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

Effects of LSD-Lamictal-Prozac

Session space was thoroughly prepped beforehand. Entire familiar apartment was cleaned top to bottom, and comforting familiar objects were placed all around, as well as reassurances and inspirations. Mindset stable and optimistic about the trip, however no sitter was present.

Took Lamictal 100mg 7:30 AM, and 7:30 PM, along with 0.5mg Klonopin as usual. The Klonopin was used as a backup in case the trip went awry, as at the time I didn't have a sitter, as well CBD and Cannabis were on hand. The main purpose of this trip was to discover how Lamictal, Prozac [?], and LSD all work together. There is not much research on Lamictal and LSD particularly, and I suffer from Bipolar Disorder as well, but this was not my first successful trip.

I dropped the 150ug tab (tested/verified) at exactly 12:00 AM after a brief rest of four hours prior. I waited an hour after dropping sublingually, then smoked about 1gram of cannabis (via bong) to get things rolling over the course of 20 minutes.

At 2:00 AM I felt the LSD begin to take effect hard, but even with cannabis the come-up wasn't as intense as before being on Lamictal. The combination of drugs seemed to stabilize my mood throughout the trip quite well surprisingly. I got lost in the visuals of psychedelic art around my apartment for quite a while, and listened to some Pink Floyd. The visuals were intense, but not disconcerting. I saw geometric patterns most everywhere, but only in specific places. When I concentrated my vision on art, it would appear as though the subjects "came to life" and performed their actions in their artwork as if they were living beings. If I lost too much focus or started too long however, things would begin to melt, vibrate and breathe.

At 3:19 I recorded my note of peaking on my trip, and by this point I had mellowed out completely. I felt like a child exploring the world around me for the first time. I looked outside and opened the curtains, and suddenly just felt the urge to go outside and lie in the grass forever.

I looked down at my arms, and the hair on my arms appeared to spread, growing thicker as if I were observing my own accelerated hair growth over time. I decided to take a shower at this point, and had similar effects on my legs and thighs, hair growing - except it started to turn into beautiful swirling patterns.

As I looked at the dark shower wall, I saw the water droplets multiplying and sparkling like individual diamonds. It felt so quiet and peaceful, so surreal. I looked at my black shower curtain and saw formulas begin to appear. I've studied chemistry and physics in college, and I began to recognize equations that I didn't even remember after those years. I realized at that moment that I never really forgot, that the potential was just untapped - and this realization led me to an intense euphoric joy.

Not much after this point is memorable, besides going outside at the end of the trip and staring at the grass and my arms for a very long time. I have a tattoo on each arm, and each seemed to become more and more beautiful, sharper detailed and clearer than when I first got them. I became a little overwhelmed at the outside and people around, so I went inside to calm down and took 2.5mg Klonopin, and 50 mg CBD. I was back to my peaceful state and felt my ego returning with a vengeance. This was unsettling, as I had felt so detached from it the entire trip.

At 8:10 AM, I felt the trip declining more and more - I could tell it was pretty much over at this point. I smoked the other 2.5 grams of cannabis over the course of about 2 hours, and somehow I managed to fall asleep directly afterward. I would attribute this to the combination of Klonopin, CBD, Cannabis, and being up for quite a long time. However, I was still incredibly surprised, because at the time I was still having mild visuals. I've never been able to sleep on LSD before, even with CBD, Klonopin, and Cannabis.

Overall, it was an excellent and enlightening trip. I felt much inner peace after this trip. I wouldn't recommend anyone trying this combination of drugs (especially if you have a mental disorder like me), but I hope this serves as at least anecdotal evidence of this drug combination. For reference, the dosage aforementioned in the beginning was standard and maintained for over 2 months prior to this event.

A note on physical manifestations as well - strangely  completely absent. I've experienced my fingers feeling like they were melting before, but in this trip I didn't feel any strange physical sensations or auditory hallucinations.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113150

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: May 23, 2019	Views: 1,301

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Pharms - Lamotrigine  (432), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cup
		 oral
		 Tea

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   230 lb

It is always a wish of every experiencer to be able to adequately describe a new experience. It makes one appreciate how remarkable the advent of language is and was throughout history. To recreate an experience through sound after the fact is truly fascinating to contemplate. The difficulty of describing something outside of normal experience reinforces this fact. I apologize for the crudeness of this report, I am not among those gifted with that creative force.

I am an experienced lsd user. I don't have an exact count, but I have had many dozens of experiences, in as many different settings. I've had good, and bad trips, l; goofy and enlightening experiences. None however were as intense as my most recent, an unexpectedly high dose on an empty stomach. My usual source of the compound had dried up, and an acquaintance happened to have a different supply. I decided to give it a try. He didn't make mention of the dose, and I didn't ask. This was my mistake. I purchased two tabs, cynically expecting each tab to be dosed at 75-100 micrograms max. My usual dose is what I believe to be 200 micrograms, although one can never know for certain, and I expected this to be no different than usual course of actions.

I woke up early, at 7 am, to dose myself at 8. I had to work that evening at 10pm, and this has always been a sufficient enough timeframe to be normal enough to do a passable job. I made myself a tea, and took the two tabs. Normally, I find that it takes my body about an hour to an hour and a half to process the drug and for the come up to begin. This time, it only took 30 minutes for the beginning stages of the experience to manifest.

This time, it only took 30 minutes for the beginning stages of the experience to manifest.

The beginning was coming quickly and powerfully, significantly moreso than usual. This caused me a great deal of anxiety, as I began to realize I had taken a much larger dose than expected. I've had experience with large doses, but nothing ever felt as overwhelming as this. I became violently sick, and became stuck in a loop of vomiting for almost an hour, before finally being well enough to go back to bed. The only thing tethering me to reality was the horrible nausea, and the fact that I was breathing. All I could do without gagging was hunch over the toilet and breath. The sound of my breath took on an extremely vibrant quality, and made the time sick pass more interestingly. My only other thoughts were of disappointment at myself for jumping into the void haphazardly.

Once the puke loop stopped and I returned to bed, ego death began. I phased in and out of experiencing having a body. For much of the time, there was no other quality to my existence other than what seemed like a pinpoint of energy located somewhere inside the space of my head. I could no longer see this world, nor hear it. Instead, the sensory input came from somewhere else. The pattern, the typical visuality of the lsd experience, came to life and took over all data being sent inward. The shapes moved and spun and interacted in a spatial dimension I could not comprehend. Combined with these shapes were sounds. The sounds came from nowhere in my home. I had no music playing, no sources of white noise. They were part of the visuals. There were strange clicks, hums, vibrations, and other sounds that I cannot describe as I have not heard them before or since. They made sense with the movement of the geometry. In that moment, the only part of me left intact became aware that this was the machine aspect of our universe, the behind the scenes interactions beyond the macro from which all complexity is created. It was all so amazingly digital. In this time, I managed to change my viewpoint to what seemed like looking down at my corporeal body, and it too was only the grey rainbow vibratory geometry like everything else.

The peak began to fade into the plateau, wherein I returned to physicality. It became apparent upon returning to my body that I was rythmically twisting and convulsing in what I can only describe as a 3D manifestation of higher spatial dimensional manipulation. My contortions felt like I was being moved in ways that were physically impossible, but that the movements themselves were only a shadow of that dimension. I also did not feel like I was in control of my movements; I was being puppeteered by some external force. Eventually, I regained control of my body, and returned to the normal habits of an lsd trip. I put on a funkadelic album and zoned out to the sounds, while also deeply shaken by the totality of my experience. The remaining hours of the trip passed as they usually do, and I went to work at 10 pm without issue.

I am pleased with the result of the experience, but I implore anyone who takes a new supply of any drug to always get the most sense of what they should expect vis-à-vis dose. There were moments where I believed my body couldn't take the experience and that I would require hospitalization. Luckily for me I was experienced enough to hang on tight and ride it out. But not everyone will be adequately prepared to dissolve into their vibratory state. Please be wise with these experiences, and only dose yourself this high knowingly and with the full expectation of it being nightmarish and disturbing.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113197

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 28

Published: May 25, 2019	Views: 858

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), What Was in That? (26), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:15
		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

Near Death on LSD

LSD is virtually extict in my neck of the woods, so I bought the whole sheet when I crossed paths with some powerful white on white blotter. The sheet was one hundred hits dosed at 200 micrograms. It was 100% real deal LSD-25. My wife and I are experienced with psilocybin, but this was our first time experimenting with LSD. Needless to say we fell in love with the chemical. The Zen-like atmosphere present during the year in which the sheet lasted was fueled by the most enlightening and most fun trips of my life. This report is not about those trips, but rather the one horrible nightmare that I experienced during my 2016 LSD binge.

My wife and I started the night each of us with our regular one dose of LSD. As always, we took another one each at the 60-90 minute mark in order to intensify and prolong the peak effects.Typically, we experience the usual LSD symptoms common to 400 microgram doses. The visuals are always intense and right in our faces. The body load is clean and euphoric. Our set and setting (home) was the same it had been many times before, so we knew what to expect that night.

Our set and setting (home) was the same it had been many times before, so we knew what to expect that night.

Three hours into the trip and I'm at my usual peak, which is intense to say the least. I used my super magnified vision to examine every tiny nug of dank I stuffed into my bowl. While my wife was toking down, I crammed my mouth full of gummy bears. My mouth was so full that I could barely chew. This was hilarious to us, as I vigorously gnawed on the horking glob and tried to speak with my mouth full. I swallowed the wad of gummy in order to prepare myself for my bong rip. I put the lighter to the bowl and began to inhale, but instead of drawing smoke into the chamber, the bowl clogged and my throat completely closed. My throat clogged in the same manner as the bowl. I could feel my throat open again when I quit trying to inhale.

'Okay that was weird', I told myself. At this point, the visuals were getting peculiar. First, I was staring at a lamp on my dresser while five identical lamps floated around it counter clockwise. The giant mandala hanging on the wall, which moments ago was gently dancing with the music, was now waving like a wheat field being strummed by wind gusts of varying magnitude. Suddenly, I had no energy and had to take a seat. My field of view was replaced with what seemed to be a cartoonish simulation of the room. The furniture was represented by three-dimensional shapes made out of neon pink and green laser lights that were drawn onto a two-dimensional black canvas. The edges of the shapes would shoot off and tumble across my view leaving tracers in their wake.

It took at least 30 minutes for us to realize I was choking to death. We weren't sure because I could still make myself breathe, and I could talk. I think the intense visuals might have been brought about by the lack of oxygen or excess carbon dioxide. At first, my wife thought I was just having a panic attack

At first, my wife thought I was just having a panic attack

, and I thought I was tripping so hard that I had forgotten how to breathe. I knew for sure I had a partial obstruction when I gulped down some ice water, and I could feel it trickle like cold rain drops down my throat.

It was stupid of me to not call 911. I could have died. I spent the next six hours sitting straight up in bed while my wife watched my every breath. After a while, my breathing began to sound like a cat's purr. I have never been so scared for my life. I had forgotten how to stay alive. As I was laying in the bed, I recalled the ego death I had experienced hours before. Just hours before I was laying on the ground staring up at the stars, I was one with the Universe, and I understood death is only an illusion. Now, I was laying in bed with an opposing view; dying is bad.

The gummy bears slowly worked their way down my throat over the course of the next day. A lot of it turned to flim, and it took almost a week before I coughed and hacked the rest of it out of my lungs. I could have gotten pneumonia or died.

I now have an emergency plan every time I trip, and I wont hesitate to call 911 if the need arises.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109749

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 35

Published: Jun 4, 2019	Views: 1,141

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 Unknown

		   T+ 24:00

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00

		 Pharms - Alprazolam

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

This happened about 8 months ago, and still shakes me to the core every time I think about it. Mostly about how grateful I am to have had such an experience, let alone mentally and physically survive it haha. Well, let's start from the beginning.

I was at a music festival at my local amphitheater, and I ended up buying really good doses for a cheap price outside in the parking lot for my friends, who were already inside. I didn't get any for myself, since I had tripped the day before

I had tripped the day before

 and I prefer to space out my trips, but when I walked inside the venue nothing could ever prepare me for what was about to happen.

I met up with my friends in the pit and gave them their doses, and we were all groovin and movin as anyone would at a music festival, when I spotted my Lucy plug amongst the sea of people, and he spotted me. He started dancing his way over to me, and when he was close he started dancing with me and told me to open my mouth.

Now, I know what you're thinking. I really should've known why he asked me to open my mouth, but in that moment, with everyone sharing off such incredible energy and with no time to think (for some reason I justified that he was going to give me some water lmao) I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, and tasted what felt like a god damn sticky note on my tongue. IMMEDIATELY I knew what was up and what was about to happen. But then again, in that moment, I didn't think to try and spit it out, so I asked him how many he gave me, and he said 'oh about 20 or so. You got it brother!! I did that for a reason!!' And he continued to dance like nothing had happened. I continued to dance as well, taking some of my friends water to wash down the tabs, attempting to prepare for what only people should witness right before they die. Within 15-20 minutes I already felt it kicking in, and everything beyond that loses all meaning of time, logic, and really any sense of the reality that I once knew.

Immense energy surged through my body as waves started to ripple in the atmosphere from the sounds that came from the stage and the crowd, and began to take up my entire field of vision. It dumbfounded me in a way that with time I found I could no longer dance, and for a couple of minutes simply just stood in place completely in tune with everything and nothing at the same time. As it got more and more intense, I had to sit down, and immediately when I sat down it all kicked in right there. I was completely and utterly gone from reality and my own self as I once knew it.

The minute I sat down, each thought that I had, I ended up being completely immersed in each and every one of them, where they'd continue to grow and flourish and become their own parallel universes that'd I'd live through until I died in that thought, if that makes any sense. And whenever I died in those thoughts, I'd come back to my body and back to the amphitheater, only to be blasted off again with barely any room to breathe into another thought and another universe.

I don't know how long I was sitting down in the pit area, but it must've been long enough for other people to notice and take concern as to how tripped out I was. At some point, I thought I had gotten back up and started dancing again, and I started to hear people around me talk about 'some dude in that chair over there who was really fucked up and should be looked after.'

I started to hear people around me talk about 'some dude in that chair over there who was really fucked up and should be looked after.'

 And I looked over and saw who they were talking about, only to see myself. God, to see myself in that state was unreal. I literally was outside of my body, looking at my shaking, drenched body grip on to a seat for dear life while my mind continued to blast off at full speed. When I came to the realization that that sweaty, quivering body was my own, I managed to leave the pit and at this point experienced what I think was sensory overload, and I regained consciousness in a grass area outside the stage surrounded by my friends. At this point, I was grasping at straws trying to recollect where I was and who I was and what was happening, but all I felt was that I had done something terrible. Several thoughts flashed through my mind. Did I kill someone? Am I dead? Does the FBI know where I am and what I'm doing? Am I going to jail?

One thing that stuck out to me the most was how much I felt like a failure. I felt a necessity to try and be in control of my trip, not for myself but for my friends as some of them were tripping for their first time. They kept trying to talk to me to see if there was someone they could call to get me out of there, but I kept saying that I was sorry, over and over again. I started to cry. If any of you have seen Get Out, I felt like I was trapped in the sunken place, merely falling yet also floating, surrounded by a sea of black while I watched a small projection on a screen of what was going on around me. I couldn't talk clearly, I couldn't move, I just lay there in that field while I tried desperately to make sense of something, ANYTHING.

Now, I'm a very experienced psychonaut, but nothing could prepare me for this. Normally in times of distress on normal doses I'm able to go with the flow and overcome it, but I couldn't this time. I kept trying so desperately to be in control, and the more I think about it now, I realize that's a crucial character flaw on my part. I felt i was obligated to be in control of the situation and look after my friends, but I couldn't, and most of all couldn't accept that I was anything BUT in control.

And in the end, all I wanted was for someone to understand. Someone to try and reach out to me, to connect with me on the level that I was on, but none of my friends could, until an unnamed stranger came up to me, moved my friends out of the way, grabbed my hand and said 'Bro, I've BEEN there. You are going to be okay.'

'Bro, I've BEEN there. You are going to be okay.'

 I looked at him with such a shock of relief and screamed 'yyyyyoouuuuuu KNOW!!!!!!!!' And then, I didn't feel so isolated. I felt cared for, I didn't feel alone, and then and there the stranger had me take a xanax and thank god he did, because everything mellowed down after that. I don't know what would've happened if he hadn't. Long story short my roommate picked me up and drove me back home to ride out the rest of the trip, which I finished with Fight Club and a well deserved mango.

Sometimes, even today I feel like I never left the amphitheater, like the life I'm living now is merely one of the thoughts that progressed into its own universe and I'm going to live this one out until I die and I'll wake up back at the concert venue. It took me months to cope with depersonalization, flashbacks, and to learn how to act human again, but I managed and am ultimately grateful for the experience. I only wish I could describe it better and in more detail, but I'm sure you guys know how difficult it is to detail the unknown, let alone the psychedelic experience as a whole.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 111213

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Jun 20, 2019	Views: 1,858

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Post Trip Problems (8), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits

		 LSD

		 300 mg

		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

CandyFlipOut

There was an echo like a gunshot in my head—the sound of a million deadbolts on a million doors of perception breaking open. Suddenly, the world was flooded with color.

There was a whole new magic in lights, which had all become part of a melted oil painting bleeding fantastically across the twilight canvas. Liquid trails held hands, dancing and swaying—the sensation that everything really was connected, in a way that seemed so simple now.

There was euphoria and clarity and raw power, a rushing brilliance I found dangerously thrilling. I knelt before the Pool of Knowledge and drank heavily, mad to live and share it. The lines that separated my emotions from those of others were erased, and I knew not where I ended and others began.

The lines that separated my emotions from those of others were erased, and I knew not where I ended and others began.

There was awareness of brain damage and the fearsome dragon of mania, but it mattered little. I swam through molten energy fields and the endless sea of space-time, feeling all that had once been intangible slipping between my fingers like honey. I kissed Infinity, felt the pulse at heart of the universe, and heard the Word whispered in my eager ear.

There was a state of perpetual revelation, constant sermonizing—an outflux of tangled poetry and metaphors that confounded anyone but me. Accidental riddles spiraled inward and collapsed, providing their own answers. Each sentence devoured itself, as a snake chewing its own tail. Thoughts converged and shattered and collided, exploding with fireworks of epiphany that were only mine to see. Genuine enlightenment, it seemed, didn’t translate. The psychedelic flames illuminated the Truth, but burned away the proof before it could be spoken.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 86737

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jun 20, 2019	Views: 1,053

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : General (1), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Mystical Experiences (9), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

The Best Trip Yet

Me and my good friend moved from Houston to Austin for college.  With our new found freedom we decided a 'trip' was in order to start out the year.  It was his(lets call him S) first time to drop and my second.  My first trip was hardly a trip, I felt 'weird' and slightly drunk but that was it(pretty bunk stuff).  Two girls(L and D) we knew from high school came to visit us and brought the cid with them, 1 hit each.  I forget what they called it, 'black'-something, the paper was black anyhow.

We had ample provisions, munchies, oj, alcohol, a little pot, blacklight, various colored lightbulbs, and good music.  We were all comfortable with each other and the surroundings were pretty cool.  Me and S had a two bedroom apartment in a complex perfect for tripping.  Basically it's renovated gov. housing painted in purples, oranges, reds, yellows, and other bright colors in odd patterns with colored flood lights everywhere...cool.

So we drop the acid around 8pm or so.  Okay....we sit in the living room drinking a little, screwdrivers I think, and 45-60 minutes later I start to feel it.  My hands and feet start to feel slightly wet.  The carpet begins to take on an interesting texture.  We all agree that it is starting to kick in.  I remember getting up to go to the bathroom and thinking the floor was wet somehow or that my feet would go through it like water.  I drain the lizard and become entranced with the shower curtain.  It was moving, flowing like a flag in the wind.  I stare at that for a while and remember to get back to the living room.

By this time we are all feeling pretty giggly.  We talk, laugh, drink a little more.  S takes a lamp puts a green lightbulb in it and sets it in the corner of the living room, so that it illuminates two walls.  Wow...they are textured so they start forming patterns.  I start seeing very aztec looking forms on the wall.  Snakes, vines, leaves, trees, and skeletons(but not scary).  I could hear the crickets and frogs outside and this added to the hallucination.  I then get up to do something but get distracted by the carpet.  It moves, ebbs and flows.

I'm pretty sure we all decided to venture outside for a while.  The girls needed something out of their car.  Now remember how trip-tastic this complex is.  The colors on the builings were moving, the lights threw shadows that moved, the air tasted great, the sky, moon, and clouds were incredible.  I felt euphoric.  We were tripping pretty good at this point and our conversations seemed to be looping.  I remember S running up to where all the electric meters, boxes, etc.. for our building and screaming 'I can control the world from here!'  We laugh our asses off, walk around, get strange looks and eventually remember what we came outside for.  High spirits for all.

Back inside we head to S's room, at least that's the next thing I remember clearly.  He has a pink light and purple light in the light/fan and a black light on in the corner.  He has a bunch of cool ass posters.  He had a 'Lord of the Rings' poster, the border has vine, trees, and characters from the book was moving around the picture.  Gandalf was in 3-d, things were moving and it blew my mind.

At some point we put on the AENIMA album by TOOL and cranked it, probally around 12am.  Fan-fucking-tastic!  The cd is kept on loop for the rest of the trip which adds alot to the weirdness.  I groove to one song it ends, next thing I know I'm grooving to it again but I'm in a different part of the apartment doing something different.  Crazy deja-vu feelings and mind loops.

I remember going outside with D and just staring at the sky and skyline from my balcony.  The skyline seemed very movie like.  The light of the city and moon seemed to getter darker and lighter.  One moment it felt like first dawn then midnight, then dawn again, etc..  After a while I felt like I had been standing there for days.  I felt how old the earth, universe and stars were.  D and I hardly said a word but it was not awkward.  At one point she leaned over towards me, I had the urge to kiss her but decided with surprising lucidity that this, considering our current state, probally was not the best time to start something.  We both head back in and I swear I saw an aura around D and it was sadness and dissapointment.  'Of course I'm tripping balls so who knows?', I remember that thought vividly for some reason.

Everything else is a blur.  My perception of time and thus the order of events is pretty whacked at this point.  I remember the kitchen walls breathing in and out, the floor at an angle it should not be, and afraid everyone was going to fall somewhere.

I sat with S and gazed into my speaker cab for my guitar amp(you can't see the speakers just black cloth).  It had a Grim Reaper sitting on top.  We both felt that we were being sucked in to this black doorway by the reaper, S said the reaper said something to him.

I remember sitting on S's bed staring at the ceiling with D, the pink tropical light was on, the ceiling fan was on full blast so you could feel the air moving and it made the light move on the ceiling a bit, and the track with the lightning from the TOOL album was playing. I thought I was on an island before a storm.  I felt at peace, and I never wanted to leave.

I remember washing my hair for some strange reason.  The water felt great.  For a while I just sat on the floor and stared at things.  I glanced at the mirror and thought 'not a good idea' and left.

I played guitar for a bit.  Kicked on the delay and phaser, fantastic!  I got lost in the sound, I felt like I -WAS- sound, hard to explain.

I remember thinking that the last track on Aenima, was the best fucking song I had ever heard.

We all laid on S's bed and I felt some weird sexual tension.

Everyone crashes at dawn.  Beautiful sunrise, -I- felt like a new day.  I lay in my bed and think it is the most comfortable thing.  The apartment is dead silent, I sit there for a while with my eyes closed enjoying shapes, and cartoon characters. I have auditory hallucinations, I hear whispers, music, and just weird things.  I eventually drift off into sleep.  I got up around 1pm and felt pretty drained.  I also felt like the acid did not totally wear off until the next day.

My perceptions of reality have changed and expanded.  In my trip I felt no spiritual connection(proablly because I am an atheist), rather the enormity and infinitnes of the universe compared to my meager self.  I pondered the struggles of mankind, the futility of war, violence, and other hippy thoughts.  Over all it was probally the best trip I ever had, as I have had a few more since:).

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 10974

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 21, 2019	Views: 615

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

		   T+ 3:00

		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 4:40

		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   60 kg

This is the story of my first candyflip experience. Warning: this will probably take a while; I like to include as much detail as possible.

I have experimented previously with both LSD (+15 times) and MDMA (5 times) separately and had been wondering about the candyflipping combo. The idea intrigued me very much, but at the same time inspired me a lot of respect. I have never had any kind of bad trip or anything, but being a new combination, I wasn’t sure what to expect and whether I would be too overwhelmed by the experience. I decided to let it flow and see if the occasion presented itself. And it did.

My friend P’s birthday was coming up and, since we currently had access to top quality LSD blotters and crystal MDMA, it appeared right to celebrate it with this psychedelic duo. As this was settled in our group of friends, I became instantly nervous in anticipation. I decided not to think about it and carry on with my week, not worrying. Finally Friday came and with it, the much anticipated event. We were originally planning to do the party on Saturday, but a public transport strike was set to happen that day, making our get together more difficult. So, we settled on Friday. Eventually the strike was suspended, but we were already mentally preparing for the experience so we kept the appointment on Friday. O, A, my boyfriend D and I were meeting with P and C at their new house as roommates, have dinner and then immerse ourselves in the experience.

My work day had been long and busy, and many other in the group felt the same. We ended up arriving at the house at about 10.30, A was already there. Right away, O arrived and almost immediately after, the food we had ordered. Timing had already started to align. We had dinner, nothing too heavy, and then proceeded to roll some joints for the trip and post-trip. We planned the night a bit: O and A would only take MDMA (this was A’s first time with the substance), the rest of us would candyflip. So, we took out our stash in order to prepare the parachutes.

The stuff was stunningly beautiful.  As a chemist, I was tempted to keep a macroscopic monocrystal to analyze in the DRX. C agreed. I wished I could some day obtain a crystal of such beauty in the laboratory. Also, I felt sorry for crushing the enormous crystals in order to make a powder that would be easier to distribute. We didn’t have a scale precise enough to measure out our doses, but we knew that the whole thing was supposed to be 1g. So we divided it up in portions between 100 and 150 mg. A, D, P and C would take 150 mg, I wanted a little less so we estimated around 100 mg for me, and O would directly lick the stuff from his finger. There was enough for many redoses, too.

Regarding the acid, most of us had already tried this batch and found it really g0ood. No taste, no bad effects whatsoever. P and I would take 0.5 blotter, and C and D would take 1. The only remaining issue was to decide when we would take the parachutes. D had read a lot about different timings and their implications  in order to make an informed call. D, C and P had done it before, having the MDMA about 2 hours after taking the acid. The experience was intense, but they were willing to try a different rhythm. D had read that taking the MDMA 3 hours into the experience made the MDMA peak along the LSD, producing a synergic effect and avoiding the MDMA comedown to coincide with the LSD peak, which could be troubling for some. I didn’t really have a say since it was going to be my first time, so I was ok with it: we would take it at t = +3:00.

We proceeded to take our blotters at about 12:20 am, and C set his alarm to sound in three hours’ time. While we waited for the acid to kick in, we prepared the scenery for our trip. We set up LCD green/red lights that were projected on the white walls, and put a blue lightbulb in one of the bedrooms and a bright red one in other. P put another set of lights under the sofa, which provided a very interesting effect. We set out the joints we had rolled and the big amounts of candy (hard and chewy) that we had bought for the occasion. We set out pillows, blankets and sleeping bags on the floor. It was chilly outside, and although we had the possibility of turning the heating on, we knew that we would appreciate the warm hugging feeling of a blanket. Everything was in its right place, we were going to be very comfortable.

Everything was in its right place, we were going to be very comfortable.

We put on some nice electropop music, and watched trippy animation videos on YouTube. I was becoming gradually anxious, not being able to stay still at one spot. The acid was starting to manifest itself, only about 30 minutes after its ingestion. This stuff comes on really quickly, I thought, and discussed it with the rest, who agreed. I had already felt this in a previous trip. I felt uneasy, and a subtle nausea appeared and started to grow. I decided to take a few tokes of the joint that A was smoking. She hadn’t taken anything else yet, while O had a hit of MDMA. In all my trips I am always grateful for cannabis’ ability to ease nausea. It worked. Suddenly I felt great and everything became tremendously funny. I laughed to tears at everything C, P and D said. At this point, A had taken her parachute and was laying down with O, covered in blankets. Soon I felt stimulated, my jaw bothered me and I recurred early to the chewy candy. I felt that I had to pee every 10 minutes, which always happened to me, but I never seemed to be fully comfortable with myself. I was tense, but happy. Everything had a special glow, light dispersed everywhere and was out of focus. The lights under the sofa appeared to be changing colors, although we knew they weren’t. I felt very high, and thought that if the acid kept rising, I would reconsider taking the MDMA since it appeared to be too much. I wasn’t having visuals though, I hardly ever do. Everything was a bit distorted, yes, but whenever some kind of visual deformation took place, I could easily re-focus myself back to “normal”. But I felt a constant rush inside me, wanting to talk and interact with my friends all the time. We were all totally engaged in conversation.

At one point we realized that A and O were very silent, so we asked them what was going on. A said that she was feeling wonderful, that she had never felt anything like that before. An ongoing orgasm, she said. It kind of embarrassed me that we were talking and laughing very loudly at the same time as they were having this mystical experience, without even realizing it. We talked about what she was feeling and how to describe it, reminiscing my first MDMA experience in my head. She couldn’t believe people actually danced and partied with this stuff, since she felt so beautifully just laying down in blankets. I proceeded to carefully explain her that if she somehow got the strength to get up, she would keep feeling just as good. She said “Ohhh” as if she had understood, but decided to remain horizontal. I understood her. It was so cozy there, I myself was covered in a blanket, legs crossed on the floor.

Since A and O were already so high on MDMA, P and D were getting anxious about eating our parachutes. Throughout the night, P kept asking how long it was until the alarm went off, and time appeared to go by too slow: typical LSD effects.  P said that he was really looking forward to the MDMA experience, even before taking the acid. We still had about half an hour until it was time to parachute. D and P were trying to convince us that there wasn’t going to be any difference, that if we took into consideration the coming-up time, it would be about the same. But C was inflexible, and I thought that since we had already waited long enough, it wouldn’t hurt to hang on a little longer and ensure the 3 hour gap between substances that we had decided on. So we continued to chat, and laugh, and listen to music, until the moment arrived.

We took our parachutes. I barely felt the characteristic bitter taste as the little package went down my throat. That was it. Although I hadn’t really come down at all, I went for it. It was done. We chatted for a few minutes, and I went to the bathroom to pee. As I was coming back from the bathroom, I realized something was different. I could not believe it, but I felt I was definitely coming up on the MDMA. It had barely been 10 minutes, 15 at the most. The rest of the guys also said they felt something. If the LSD had come up fast, this was practically supersonic fast. I could feel it coming up in real time. Strong, intense waves of heat invaded me, and I had to let go of the blanket and some cozy clothes. In parallel, I was feeling uneasy, with a distinct disturbance in the stomach area. I couldn’t tell if I was going to vomit or not, or if I just needed to go to the bathroom, but something was not totally right. Meanwhile, the effects were growing exponentially. I knew that in order to enjoy the experience I had to find a way to get rid of the physical discomfort. I went to the bathroom and tried to vomit once; it didn’t work. Twice, I kind of forced myself to cough and had a little gag reflex that led me spit some stuff out. I suppose it was mainly the parachute paper, and maybe some candy. I felt a bit better and went back with the rest of the crew. I could feel the MDMA working its effects very strongly on me. My pupils were already full moon-sized. The MDMA became dominant of the whole experience, at least in very intense waves of intensity. Love filled me. I sat down at D’s lap, and we kissed for a while, and talked peacefully with the rest.

Suddenly I felt very dizzy and strongly nauseous so I ran to the bathroom, only to spit out some more, but not really vomit. However, this was the relief I was longing for. Now I was free to enjoy. Or at least try. The effect was most definitely synergic: the LSD without doubt intensified the MDMA empathogen activity: I felt just like the first time I took MDMA, something that had not happened during other rolls. On the other hand, MDMA seemed to take LSD visuals to a whole different level. As I said before, I do not usually have strong visual effects. This time it was absolutely different. I went to the bathroom and as I stared at a plastic rug on the floor, I realized that I was hallucinating 100% for the first time in my life. I saw patterns in the rug, shaped like snail shells, which had fractal and spirally motives inside. These motives twisted and swirled, rotating in plane and moving slowly upwards. The texture was like handmade carved chocolate figures.  I stared at this with my eyes wide open, trying to “revert” the effect as I usually do in milder experiences. But I wasn’t able to do that. That’s what I was seeing, and I couldn’t control it. It was beautiful. Also, the bathroom walls were breathing, but really breathing: it wasn’t a “side look effect”: I saw them breathing, compressing and expanding rhythmically, emitting beautiful auras of dim pinkish hues, no matter how much I tried to get back into normal settings. I realized then, that all LSD pseudovisuals that I had had up to that point had only been weak material compared to this, the real thing. Apart from this, the whole ambient seemed to exist under a purple, furry light with green and lilac strokes. As some people previously described this interaction, indeed very candylike.

I started talking to everyone, in turns, about their life and our relationship. I loved all these people a lot, and we caressed each other as we talked about life and some issues that we were having. I felt closer than ever before to all my dear friends. I talked to each and every one of them. I felt beautifully, except for the fact that I knew that I was higher that I had ever been before, and I had the feeling that I had to remain at least a bit concentrated in order not to lose control of the experience. I usually have trouble with letting go of control, and especially during my first time with certain substances I try to have more of an exploratory experience, trying to make sense and be completely aware of what my mind and my body are going through. Then, during the following events, I gradually let myself go a bit more each time. But this time I knew my mind was rushing, and that if I closed my eyes, I would definitely get lost in my own thoughts. I have previously had a feeling similar to this (but not as strongly) when on an Ayahuasca journey.

Some aspects of the candyflip experience definitely reminded me of a DMT trip. As I said, I didn’t want to lose control or isolate myself, so I kind of forced myself to engage in conversation with the rest, and this made me feel very comfortable, like I was part of the group. But if I distracted my brain from real time conversations, my thoughts would drift away incredibly fast and I’d become disconnected

if I distracted my brain from real time conversations, my thoughts would drift away incredibly fast and I’d become disconnected

. Even as we conversated, every minute or so, one of us would be phrasing something and then instantly forget what they were trying to say. I don’t like this effect, but I guess you can’t have a nice roll without at least some uncomfortable side effect. Apart from this, everything was amazing. I still couldn’t believe the sort of visuals I was having, and the loving sensation I felt from and to everyone in the group. When the intensity gave in a little, I felt absolutely relaxed. I could literally feel my brain as if it was being massaged from the inside. My everyday worries and concerns were being diluted.  My feelings of respect, love and marvel for the world and life were reset at their maximum strength.

The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I kept going to the bathroom every few minutes. At some point, P stood up on top of a chair, and he toasted in honor of his birthday. He said he was really happy and loved us all, and then we all formed an enormous mass of hugging loving people on the floor, covered by blankets. We kept on flattering each other and reminiscing fun past times around the time when we had just met, around 7 years ago. O made purring sounds, and A said that she had just realized that cats must always feel like they’re on MDMA, and that’s why they purr. I thought that was a very nice analysis. Water and all sorts of candy were continuously being consumed. At about 5 am, we took a redose. I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to redose, I was so marveled at everything that I didn’t think it was necessary.

In retrospect, I think that LSD intoxication makes it more difficult to identify clearly the beginning of the MDMA comedown, as opposed as when it’s taken alone. I redosed anyway, damping my finger and touching the crystals, but I tried to not take as much as the rest. The taste was as bitter as ever. We then spent some time lying in C’s bed, which was in the room with the green light. The MDMA came up in a new wave, everything was intense and beautiful. My vision became instantly saturated, I only saw in two colors, bright green and dark green. Soon my eyes became tired and I migrated to P’s bedroom, which was blue and more relaxing. A and P were already there. The duvet felt softer than heaven and I wanted to get inside the bed too. In a matter of minutes, the six of us would be hugging together in the same bed! We laughed a lot and figured that if P’s cat came on top of us, the bed would break. I felt extremely grateful for the experience and this incredible group of friends. O started snoring so we got him to sleep in the other bedroom. I suddenly realized that it was starting to dawn, and I suggested going up to the rooftop and have a joint. However, nobody felt like it, and it was really chilly so we stayed. A seemed particularly distressed at the fact that there was already going to be daylight, and said she wouldn’t go out of the room.

Time distortion is totally different once MDMA begins to take effect: time went from moving slowly, at the beginning of the LSD trip, to passing really quickly once the roll began. It was disorienting. I think this feeling of time speeding up was even greater for A who had only MDMA, and that’s why it seemed totally unreal for her to be approaching dawn. I was looking forward to dawn, I wanted to put on nice psychedelic music, light up a joint and contemplate the sun rising through the window, wrapped in blankets in a chilly autumn morning. So, P stayed with A, and C, D and me went back to the living room, which was already fully illuminated by sunlight, around 8 am. D and I proceeded to set ourselves in front of the big window, put on some stoner rock and lit a joint. It tasted great. C laid down on the couch, and said that he couldn’t believe how it was possible for us to be smoking weed, since he felt so high, he could barely get a hold of himself. After this, he remained still and silent, observing different parts of the room making strange faces, as trying to analyze everything. He looked gone. But he seemed OK and remained like that. I stopped smoking soon because I too was drifting a lot, having much trouble maintaining a reasonable conversation. I was feeling very disoriented.

P suddenly appeared, and sat with us. He said he had just done some ketamine. He looked really relaxed, but strange. He kept rubbing his trousers, and his eyes were merely 1 mm open. His face looked super weird to me, because of the state I was in. His cheek bones looked very sharp, even his beard was strange. I never had a doubt who he was, but I couldn’t help thinking how different he was now from the P I had first met back in 2011. He looked really calm, and after smoking a few tokes with D (I was skipping), he decided to go back to sleep.

Then, D and I entertained ourselves by kissing for entire minutes and minutes. It was the most beautiful feeling ever, our lips so soft and tender dancing rhythmically together. Amazing! To just kiss felt unbelievably magical. I suppose we might have taken it further had we been in a more private environment. At one point we stopped, and started to talk, or tried to. I had trouble keeping up with D’s thoughts, he was rushing. But I wanted to maintain the contact, not to be overwhelmed by my own rushing thoughts. He then started describing the vivid visuals he was having as he looked through the window, although I couldn’t finish to understand him exactly. He was super excited; he really could not believe what he was seeing.  Apparently, the sky, along with a tree that could be seen from where we were, formed a 2D plane on which the rest of the objects (clouds, birds, planes) were projected as they appeared. I was seeing some distortions caused by the scattering light into our dilated pupils, along with a small net that was set in front of the windows to keep mosquitoes out. It gave the visual field pixelated, and the overall effect was one of a videogame or a cinema screen. It became literally impossible to keep a single thought in mind for more than 5 seconds: at one point we decided what music to put on, and D had to walk all the way to the computer repeating out loud  the name of the artist we wanted, because we were sure that otherwise, he’d forget before he got there. Eventually he dozed off, going in and out of sleep.

I also tried to do this, but I was still overwhelmed by my thoughts. My head was starting to hurt, too, so I took 500 mg naproxen. I thought about finishing the joint to help me doze off, but I was a bit scared it would reset the trip to go higher instead of calming down. C also eventually fell asleep, finally closing his tired eyes. I simply remained still, listening to the nice music, being blinded by the bright light of the sun, and going to pee every 5 minutes. Eventually it became possible to focus on the phone’s screen, although the letters changed colors and were unusually glittery. I then proceeded to read some news stuff that my dad had sent me at 9 am (it felt really weird to be still up and going at a time when people usually get up and have breakfast), and then I submerged myself in reading  candyflip experiences. I have had a few reports published this year and I definitely wanted to describe this experience too. But I knew I’d need time to process it, so I started by reading many of them. I think that much of the stuff I described here can be found consistently in other candyflip experience reports: as I read them, it seemed to me that they all were very appropriate for describing also my own experience, finding more consistency between these stories than between LSD or MDMA reports on their own. D and I both agree that candyflip is entirely a different drug, with much potentiated effects than merely the arithmetic sum of Lucy and Molly’s effects. They act together, they prepare each other’s neuronal environments and enhance each other. LSD intensifies MDMA, and MDMA intensifies LSD, yes, but they also give birth to a whole new different psychedelic state. Eventually I started sleeping for brief periods of time, in which I let myself go with the music to the point that I would stop recognizing the very familiar tracks I put on. Then I’d want to pee, so I’d wake up again, and this would repeat itself. I was tired and could not rest properly.

At around noon, I woke D up with the news that John García would come to play to our city, having just listened to his music as we were coming down. C and P woke as well, and eventually all of us were there. We reactivated the marihuana flow, and prepared some yerba mate along with cake that C had baked. We talked a bit about our experiences, watched some videos and laughed. We agreed that it definitely was a good call to set the MDMA timing at +3:00 relative to the LSD ingestion.

We agreed that it definitely was a good call to set the MDMA timing at +3:00 relative to the LSD ingestion.

  We were really hungry, so we ordered big burgers which were totally delicious for us. After this, I took a nap on the couch while the rest of the group played some board games. I rested a bit more. I woke up right before their game finished, and we decided to leave soon afterwards so that it wouldn’t become dark. I was really looking forward to hug my cats. The drive home was nice and peaceful, although I felt slightly off baseline, everything was more than manageable. I feel more altered when I leave for work on normal days at 6 am, feeling sleep deprived. Once we were home we spent the rest of the day relaxing, smoking joints, eating, watching TV (including a very nice documentary about Alexander Shulgin) and sleeping. We also had amazing sex. We went to bed at about 1 am, and got up the following day only at 10 am.

We were very grateful for having settled the candyflip night to be on a Friday, because we definitely needed Sunday to fully recover.

We were very grateful for having settled the candyflip night to be on a Friday, because we definitely needed Sunday to fully recover.

 The following days were smooth and nice. I was almost recovered by Sunday afternoon, and Monday, though filled with responsibilities, was mellow and productive. The experience was absolutely positive. Neither D nor I suffered the comedown, as always. We were only a bit physically tired, but feeling totally blissful.

Once again, I think that the key for avoiding a rough comedown is simply spending as much time as possible with your friends and loved ones right after the experience. I think I would like to repeat this experience and let myself go a little more, but only in a few months. I don’t think my body is ready for doing it again soon.  I would like to investigate the combination of the same amount of LSD with even less MDMA, to try to estimate a threshold effect, in order to reduce the brain frying side effects to the minimum.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113251

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Jul 5, 2019	Views: 1,804

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 0.5 hits
		 buccal
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:30
		 0.3 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:00
		 2 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Lorazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 2:30
		 0.7 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   58 kg

This trip was actually super intense for me, even more than my very first trip. The trip itself was quite hazy (probably due to the amount of different classes of drugs in my system) and what I'm gonna write here is mostly what I can recall and what my 2 best friends told me.

The actual trip:

I had 1 1/2 tabs of my LSD leftover from my previous trip, I split them equally into 3 so that I can trip with my 2 best friends. All 3 of us took about 110ug at the same time and waited about 30-45 mins before spitting them out. I went into the trip thinking that 110ug isnt gonna do shit to me since previously I took 440ug in one sitting and I managed to come out of it alive and sane; boy was I wrong.

1 hour into the trip I wasnt feeling anything and I thought ok if this doesnt work in the next half hour I'm gonna take the 1 part of the XTC to intensify it. The atmosphere was somehow pretty tense so my 2 other best friends were elsewhere and in their own worlds so I was all alone in the room. 30 mins later I still wasnt feeling shit except that now my vision is somewhat vibrating but I wanted to feel more so I decided to take 1 part of the XTC pill which I previously split into 3.

20 mins after ingesting the pill, my body felt extremely heavy while sitting down and I kept having tingling sensations from my neck all the way to my toes. I was sitting on a chair and when I got up to go to the bed to lie down, I almost fell off the chair because the moment I got up, my body suddenly went from heavy to full on weightless like I was in space with no gravity, almost like I was floating in space. I managed to get to the bed to lie down and this is where it all goes south.

My chest started feeling fucking heavy, like I needed to take extremely big gasps of air, the tingling sensations now felt like its making my hands and feet numb and making them curl, all the while I tried to calm myself down and relax but the more I tried to fight the feelings the more my anxiety worsened

I tried to calm myself down and relax but the more I tried to fight the feelings the more my anxiety worsened

 and the last straw was when it got so bad, my brain told me if I dont do something I will die. I went to the medicine box to dig for my Lorazepam to kill the high but my vision was hazy and blur and my fingers were so curled up like a lobster claw that I couldnt even search for it properly. I freaked the fuck out and I was so convinced that without the benzos I was gonna die so I stumbled to the door to frantically call for 1 of my best friend who was surprisingly not tripping hard. I couldnt even call for her help properly cuz my speech was so slurred I thought I was gonna have a stroke or heart attack. Thankfully she heard me and she quickly placed me on the bed. Now this is where my memories became hazy and this is what she told me.

According to her, I kept screaming and pleading for her to open my fingers and I kept saying if she doesnt help me my fingers are gonna fall off. She said I was rolling on the bed and freaking out all the while screaming that I'm gonna die and begging her to save me. I dont recall much but I remember feeling death or impending doom and something inside me kept saying to let everything go and surrender to the universe but I couldnt, I couldnt even cry. I thought that if I surrendered myself I really will die right there and then, I was like in some sort of loop. I remember begging her to end it all to end this suffering because it felt like I was in hell. She then forced 2 lorazepam pills into my mouth (at this point I didnt know wtf it was as I was already gone mentally and my mind just told me its some magical pills) and she told me that everything is fine and that its all in my head. I remember hugging her and she told me to let it all out but I still couldnt, I still was freaking out and trying to cry at the same time.

She then told me shes going out to find my male best friend because I was beginning to turn hysterical and I kept shouting and begging her to not leave me alone or I will die. At this point I couldnt open my eyes no matter how hard I tried to, in the darkness I kept seeing streaks of light and some minor geometrical shapes. I felt like I was not in control of my body and no matter how hard I tried to open my eyes and fingers and relax, I couldnt, like something or someone was controlling them. Next thing I know, my hands were in a bucket of ice and my fingers were beginning to open slightly again and I could open my eyes. Apparently, my male best friend came in with a bucket of ice and dunked my hands inside to give me a sense of reality. The coldness suddenly woke me up and I slowly began to come back to reality, tho I still felt very dazed and confused. My hands still felt stiff so I asked him to massage my hands while my other best friend went to the kitchen to get an orange. I calmed down a bit after ravaging the orange like some kind of maniac, it was as tho the orange was my life saver, according to them I literally devoured the whole orange WITH the skin like some deranged person, but yes at that time I really felt if I dont eat the orange whole I will die, looking back its actually quite funny.

After about an hour, my body began to feel normal again so I decided to take the rest of the XTC, which looking back I felt like I wasted it since I didnt realised I was given benzos during my crazy intense trip 2 hours ago until they told me after the whole trip ended and benzos are literally trip killers. However, I still felt the warmth and empathy XTC gives but I wasnt feeling the party high it usually gives. The come down was absolutely clean, the cleanest out of all the street XTC pills I have taken over years, I didnt even realise I was coming down except that I felt extremely worn out when I got home, I just knocked out peacefully on my bed.

The next day I asked my 2 best friends what happened to me during the trip and they both told me I almost had a full blown ego death without me realising it while describing what I was doing. My male best friend who is a much more experienced acid user than me told me that the reason why I couldnt open my fingers and feet or cry was because my soul wanted to let go and surrender to the universe but my mind and body was fighting it therefore instead of crying and letting everything go, the negative energies in my body decide to attack my hands and feet which made me so sure that I'm gonna die, he said if I just cried and let go, I wouldve experienced a full blown ego death. He told me I did somehow experience partial ego death because I told him I felt I was gonna die but I was just too scared to let go.

This experience may seem like its negative but on the contrary its actually a very enlightening experience even tho it scared the living shit out of me, sort of like a spiritual awakening. I am now more in tuned with my mind and intuition and I feel even more connected to the universe than before (I was born a Catholic but lost my faith a few years ago and I stopped believing in a higher power, be it God or the universe, tho now I align more with spirituality than religion). This trip made me look at the world in a more spiritual way and made me realise that I have alot of pent up emotions and hurt from my past and I need to let all of them go before I can attain full unity and be one with myself and the world.

LSD hit me when I least expected it. I went into the trip thinking it wont do shit to me but it changed me and I came out of it more spiritually aware, not before scaring the living hell out of me and making me think I really was dying.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113045

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: Jul 8, 2019	Views: 941

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

It was eight months ago. I had bought a hit of acid a few days earlier and arranged for two of my friends to help me with this experiment.

I put the blotter of LSD on my tongue and let it dissolve while I waited for my friends to come pick me up. We drove around for a while, and after an hour and a half I began to get worried that it was not real acid, or perhaps I was somehow immune to its effects (hah).

I was completely fine until six o’clock, when I started to feel it coming on. I felt dizzy, disoriented, and confused. Colors were wrong, somehow. Another hour passed and I was very, very deep into my trip. Objects were so disoriented and light was everywhere. Everything seemed to be covered with a beautiful flowery, paisley print. When the car was stopped, I became panicked because I felt s though it was floating away, like a boat. I urged the driver to put the emergency brake on, or we would float down the street and into traffic. I put my seat belt on and held on to the sides of the car. After this fear passed, it was time to go back to my house. My friends and I sat in my room for a while. I was rather dazed and I could feel I was on the brink of a bad trip. Objects in my room were so strange and unfamiliar.

This fear was assuaged when a friend put on Pink Floyd’s “The Wall”. We turned off the lights and lay down on the floor, and I instantly forgot my friends were with me. I was thrown into a world only Roger Waters and I understood. The entire cd is made up of a few songs, some weird sounds, and strange, hysterical voices. I felt that if I turned the cd off, I would die. I was terrified of the strange sounds, but Roger Water’s voice seemed to speak to me. I felt like he was guiding me through my trip.

I felt like he was guiding me through my trip.

 It’s like he was saying, “Yes, I know these noises and voices are terrifying, but don’t worry, I would never let anything bad happen to you. Just stick with me, Anne”. When the cd was over and the lights were turned back on, I was shocked to discover my friends were in the room. They gave me warm smiles and hugs, and told me I was doing great. I became to happy, and a single thought kept echoing over and over again in my head: You have to take care of them. I wanted to make sure they were safe and happy, and I made them swear they would wear their seat belts on the way home. I told them that my purpose in life was to take care of them and make sure they were safe and comfortable and happy with their lives.

I fell asleep soon after they left, and when I awoke in the morning, I felt very tired but satisfied. I was happy, and felt enlightened. I went through the rest of the week with a calm peacefulness.

Acid was definitely an interesting experience, one I would definitely repeat. I would never embark on an LSD trip alone, however. If my friends had not been there, I might have had a terrible experience.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 48528

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 10, 2019	Views: 722

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

I’m an artistic person, and this past Friday was my Senior Art Show, which had about 12 of my pieces in it. The major question in everyone’s head was “Were you tripping while making these?” The answer was no, sadly. The only drug I had ever done was cannabis (not counting alcohol), and for the longest time, I wanted to try a “real” hallucinogen, such as shrooms or cid. That night I finally tried cid, and I can honestly say it was the best night of my life.

11:37 P.M –

Me and 3 other girls dropped cid in my friend’s kitchen (I had 1 hit, the rest had 2) and the nervousness began to climb. My heart was beating like a straight-up bongo, and I got that anxious feeling like you get when you’re waiting in line for a rollercoaster. After 10 minutes, we decide to go out on the patio to smoke a huge blunt my friend was wrapping. Before I dropped acid, I told myself I wasn’t going to smoke weed, since it would increase the paranoia, but I’m glad I smoked, because it relaxed my nerves and made me feel really chill.

12:00 A.M –

I start feeling another high, similar to the weed high, yet different and more magical. Of course, I knew this was the LSD starting to kick in, and I just sat back in the patio chair and relaxed. My emotions felt so smooth, and my happiness was escalating. I also told myself not to worry, since one other girl was a first-timer as well, and the rest were experienced trippers.

As the minutes progressed, I felt a sense of distortion, and I could definitely tell that objects were starting to feel different. We all started talking, making jokes, laughing at silly things, when suddenly it looked like the world was just cleaned with Windex. Everything became vivid and clear! Either that or it looked like a Claritin commercial, where it just changed from fuzzy to clear. The fuzziness-to-clear experiences came in waves, like it would look clear for about 15 seconds, then it would just go back to normal. Also, everything had a little twinkle to it, like the reflection of the pool, and the streetlight.  After about 30 minutes, we decide to go back into the house.

12:30 A.M –

I was the last one to go into the kitchen, and that’s when I reallyyy started to feel the LSD come on. It was pitch black in there, and I started seeing patterns of circles within the darkness. The feeling of being alone started to get me frightened, so I quickly hurried into the living room with all of the other girls. Me being the artistic person that I am, I wanted to start drawing. I started feeling restless, and I couldn’t stop pacing around the house. I just wanted to find a damn piece of paper and a marker!

I just wanted to find a damn piece of paper and a marker!

 After about 10 minutes, with paper and markers in all of our possession, and Wall-E being halfway over on the big screen, we sat down and started drawing.

12:55 A.M –

I could feel myself coming up, like I was in a rocket ship hurtling towards the peak. The things I was drawing were so odd and bizarre! They were either amorphous shapes or odd pictures in general. My friend pointed out that I subconsciously drew out the Japanese tsunami (which happened about a week ago) and then everything started making sense. My drawings were starting to freak me out, and my friends freaking out started making me freak out. I knew that this was a bad sign, so I stopped myself, told myself that I needed to take everything that was going to happen on this trip, whether bad or good, and turn it into positivity. I started taking all of my negative drawings, and turning them into ones that made me happy. This made the come-up sooooo much more enjoyable, and before I knew it, I made all these wonderful, trippy ass drawings on this sheet of paper. I finally looked up, and that’s when I noticed I was tripping. Everything that was normally still in real-life was mobile. I held out my hands and looked at them, and they looked like little aliens, with moving fingers. My heart felt like it was on the “Happy Cloud of the Eternal Sky.” Makes no sense, but at that time it did. I looked at my friend to the right of me, and her pupils were solid black, and that made me notice the blacks in my vision. They felt blacker than black. I took this as a positive thing, so I wrote it down on my paper.

1:07 A.M –

We turned our attention to Wall-E, and all I have to say is woah. Watching Wall-E sober and watching Wall-E tripping are 2 TOTALLY different things. It felt like a legit 3-D movie that we were all taking part in, and I could feel the wind rushing out of the tv , and into me. I noticed kaleidoscopic scenes and constants that I normally wouldn’t have noticed. Everything looked so clear and breath-taking! At that point, the world was like cleaned with Windex times 50. The ending was the best part, since the transitions and 3-D effects were at its strongest. Every now and then I would close my eyes, and feel like I would get lost into the images in my brain. I would see rainbows everywhere, and lucid shapes. I could only keep them closed for a certain amount of time, because the images would only get stronger and more dimensional. They were SO much more lucid and different than closed-eye visuals on cannabis.

1:32 A.M –

We decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood, so we got up and left the house. This is the part where I peaked because EVERYTHING felt as if I were in Super Mario World. The sidewalk was amazing to just walk on! I would jump from square to square feeling invincible. I started to feel a deep bond between me and the other girls, like we were different spirits of the Earth. I could start to see things moving out of the peripherals of my vision, and I just accepted them. Each tree felt like an individual, taking their part in the universe. We started interacting with one of the humongous trees in the neighborhood; talking to it, picking flowers from it, and of course, hugging it. The petals started blossoming before my eyes, as if they were stretching towards the sky! At one point, we came across a lawn full of dew, and I thought the lawn was full of constellations straight from the night sky. Another girl said it felt like a reflection, but it DEFINITELY felt more real than “just a reflection.” We continued walking, and everything started to transform into a magical version of Oh the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss. I never wanted it to end, and at some points, it DID feel like it was never going to end. We finally got back at her house, and I already was in a rush of giggles.

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

2:56 A.M –

After enjoying the visuals around my friend’s house, we decide it would be even better to go on a drive around the town. I know this sounds crazy, but at the time, we kinda just went along with the flow (one of the girls had previously driven on LSD about 5 times, so I didn’t worry much).  We smoked another bowl, and I drank a cup full of fruit juice so we could trip even harder.

3:02 A.M –

This is where things were starting to get a little crazy. The lights gleamed like they were sent from outer space, and the lights on the road started to turn into different alien shapes. I was having the time of my life in the backseat, with my whole head outside the window. We were driving over overpasses that felt like a Buzz Lightyear themed ride mixed in with some odd passageway that lead to the sky. The town around us looked incredibly vivid, and each light (car light, streetlight, traffic light) looked like UFO’s. I accepted this, and continued to enjoy myself.

3:07 A.M –

After about 20 minutes, I looked back at the clock. 3:07. Now in my mind I’m going “Wtf, we’ve been driving around town for about half an hour.” I started to feel panicky and a little dizzy. It felt like there wasn’t an ending point to where we were driving, so I asked if we could stop somewhere. They just told me I was freaking out, and to calm down. I tried to keep myself together, but that’s when I started to see the “hallucinations.” I looked out my window, and if I looked at anything for more than 2 seconds, it would start to move. Expand, contract, breathe. Those were the different moving patterns that everything had, and I started feeling extremely disoriented and nauseous. 3:10. The clock would just not move fast at all! I made them start telling funny stories, so I could get my mind off of things, and it worked. My mood started to lift, and I accepted everything that was “moving.” The music that was playing at the time I was freaking out was extremely trippy (some odd acid music with a lot of bass), and that was probably why my mind wandered over to seeing only bad things. We drove up to a red light near my friend’s house, and I could have sworn, that Mario and Donkey Kong were waiting up at the light as well. Everything started to feel as if we were in Mario Kart, and that kind of made me sad that the drive was about to end, but we needed a change of environment. I wasn’t the only one in the car having freak-outs it seemed, so we finally ended up back at the house.

3:58 A.M –

We smoked a nice blunt, and decided to relax back on the couch and put on Lilo &amp; Stitch. Watching this tripping balls made me realize that the background was done in watercolor. Knowing this fact pleased me to the point I felt like the happiest person on Earth, and I enjoyed the visuals tremendously. The “acid world” I was in felt like home, and I never wanted to come down.

The “acid world” I was in felt like home, and I never wanted to come down.

4:23 A.M –

Yet again, we smoked, but out of a huge bong that my friend had, and it made everyone mellow, and full of that “good” feeling. She took out her bunny, and the bunny’s touch felt so amazing. I didn’t want the bunny to go away, and it was also extremelyyy cute. We all knew the trip was beginning to end, and it kind of made us feel like we were starting to lose that bond, so we went back into the living room and put on Inception. We also started eating chocolate, and pieces of Special K cereal (which tasted phenomenal). I always thought you couldn’t eat on acid, and that the food would taste odd and metallic, but actually, combined with the cannabis, the food tasted gourmet. I drank another cup of fruit juice and fell asleep on the couch.

7:08 A.M. –

I woke up, and all I could think about was whether I was right-side up, and where the gravity in this room was. Woah, was I disoriented. It felt like I had trippy dreams as well (I probably did), and I wondered who else was watching me. Turns out everyone else fell asleep, and only 1 other girl was awake. We went outside to watch the sun rise, and to smoke a bowl. We talked about the bond we had all felt last night, and we undoubtedly felt closer. When we went back inside, we both started tripping again (mainly due to the cannabis) and we started walking around inside and outside the house, enjoying the day trip. We both felt one with the sun, and rainbows were appearing everywhere. The crispness came again, and we settled down to watch Inception.  It made so much sense, that it felt like it made too much sense. Throughout the day we alternated from smoking, tripping, and sleeping, and it was the best “wake-n-trip” I would probably ever have. We weren’t tripping like on the level we were on that night, but still tripping nonetheless. We all ended up going home that afternoon, and each of us took our own, personal experiences as part of a new journey. We all wanted to trip again sometime, so most likely we will. The bond I got with other people, feels like something straight out of Avatar.

I’m extremely glad that I took the chance and tried LSD, because it was a positive, life-changing experience. I will never look at anything the same way again. My outlook on life is so accepting and grateful, now that I’ve seen the world clearer than I have ever seen it in my whole entire life. The next time I trip, I’m definitely taking 2. I think that’s an adventure in itself.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 90221

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Jul 10, 2019	Views: 684

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		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD

		 vaporized
		 Nicotine

		 vaporized
		 Caffeine
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   64 kg

2*125ug tabs

Me and my sober trip sitter friend had planned this trip for quite a while. My mindset was in a good place and I was doing it in my trip sitters room. We ended up doing it one day earlier than planned.

7:00 We wake up, relax, do some pre trip preparations like getting water and some food up to the room. We opened the curtains so I could see the trees and clouds outside easily and got the headphones with the music prepared. I listened to a playlist on spotify called psilocybin for depression, which was made for trips like these. We also drew up the time graph so I could easily see how high I was.

8:00 I ingested the tabs. I put them under my tongue for 15 minutes and then swallowed them with some water. The first effects started to come about 15 minutes after I swallowed the tabs when I started to see faces on stuff that I looked at and everything had a slight hazy purplish contrast. Time was already moving incredibly slowly. Everything just seemed super comical and it was very easy to laugh. Then I looked up at the ceiling and it seemed to be warping a lot. My friend told me to relax and just go with it, so I did.

Some time around 9:00 I had my first real kinda vision. There was a lot of green light, knives and razor blades constantly chopping at my throat. I reached out for my friend and he grabbed my hand and everything seemed to go a bit better. But the knives and razor blades never stopped. When the song I was listening to ended (can’t remember which song it was), it felt as if I had needles running through my veins on my jaws

it felt as if I had needles running through my veins on my jaws

, and when I looked down at my arms and legs they were literally withering away in front of me, like I was getting old. It looked like I had some big mark branded in on my left arm but I was never able to see what it was. My friend helped me over to the chair at the window and I looked up at the clouds. They were rapidly morphing, but I could clearly see a dragon holding some kind of symbol in its teeth but I couldn't make out what the sign looked like. I looked down at the table and saw a Rubik's cube. At this point it felt as if my whole life was that Rubik's cube, and I needed to solve it. Every algorithm hurt like knives and needles on my throat, but when I was done, nothing happened. I seemed to see faces inside the cube itself, but I didn’t know who’s face it was, or if it even was a face.

10:00 It felt as if I had been through an eternity, if not several eternities. I had more visions, but I do not recall exactly what happened in them, just that there were a lot of knives and needles and razor blades. At one point there were a lot of razor blades chopping down at a tube that I took to be my throat. A voice said “just go with it” and everything that existed got sucked into a kind of black hole and I woke up. My friend next to me was bubbling and transforming into a lot of things, but I remember clearly holding his hand as he turned into the devil himself. I squeezed his hand to try and get the devil out of him, I squeezed as hard as I could, but in the end I gave up and fell down again. It felt like the whole room was melting, and I saw as plastic started to melt and drops of plastic started to fall off a box in the room. Then I lay down and let  everything embrace me again.

11:00 or 12:00, I don’t remember exactly, is when the spiders and snakes started to come into play. My skin was crawling with tiny spiders that bit open my skin, crawled out, and made a new skin for me and crawled inside again. At this point according to my friend I was vigorously shaking and looking terrified. I was terrified, but I had no idea I was shaking. I was in this state for about 30 minutes. My friend fell asleep for a bit, and afterwards he was still holding my hand as I was shaking. At one point I asked for a break and paused the music as I needed to go to the toilet. I had an intense fear for a little while that something was in the bathtub, and when I looked in the mirror and I could see inside myself as I melted away.

On the comedown at maybe 13:00 or so we had to go over to my house to take my dogs for a walk. We walked downstairs but it was hard as the very ground was shaking vigorously, like it was breathing heavily. Well outside the shaking and such seemed to calm down. I took my electric scooter and my friend walked and we went slowly towards my house. To start with I had this horror type contrast, and a crippling fear that someone was behind us, but once we walked onto a path that goes through the trees that fear dissapeared. Now I was communicating with the trees along the path. They all had something to say, some were old, some young, some had scars on them and they all had many faces. Some were happy to see me, some wanted me to go away. Some just wanted to leave themselves but they were stuck in a bad area. Some were dead and very quiet, some were unwilling to speak but I could sense what they felt. The trees seemed very interested in me and I was interested in them, but I did not ask them any questions.

The trees seemed very interested in me and I was interested in them, but I did not ask them any questions.

 At one point I was inside a root that was close to the path, but when I tried to get out of it, I couldn’t. During the whole walk, I felt as if I was some super intelligent being, and my friend was just a mere mortal who had no power whatsoever.

When we arrived home to me, we quickly realized that we didn’t have a key to get into the house. I went around the back to see if a door was open, and around the back everything seemed dead and decayed. Flies everywhere and dog shit lying all over the gravel. There was no way in, and I could sense that my dogs were close to me. So we decided that we would walk back, along the same path so I could talk to the trees again. But on the way back the trees weren’t as talkative, and I realized that I was kinda having intense visions of knives and needles as I was walking. I was vaping as well on the way and I could see faces in the vapor, but they dissapeared so quickly that I couldn’t examine them.

We found a comfortable looking bench and we sat down, and my friend asked me what I felt about eating meat. I said that I didn’t know. He then said what about the animals, and I felt every insect, every plant and tree, everything was alive, and I almost started crying and answered I don’t know again. Off in the distance, the clouds looked like the clouds from the intro in the Simpsons and this made me feel slightly happier. We continued walking and we came to a playground, and we sat on the swings and I closed my eyes. More knives, needles, spiders and snakes, everywhere, everything. I put on the same playlist with my headphones and we started to walk. It felt as if I was being told to go somewhere. There were signs on the road and in the grass that led me to a specific place, but right before I got to it, my friend told me to follow him and go a different way. I still had knives and needles on my throat as we walked. We came to a small playground and we sat on one of those double spring swings and I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t really get into it. I got a glimpse but I felt like I needed a more relaxed area. So I told my friend that I wanted to lie down and he showed me some areas where we could go but I felt as if they were to open, and people would see us. I took him to a bird nest swing that was close by and I lay down with my music next to him and closed my eyes. So many needles, knives, spiders, snakes, spiders turning into razor blades and cutting me open and I couldn’t do anything about it. The tree in front of the swing was communicating with me throughout but I didn’t understand it, and the clouds were shaping Egyptian type figures.

When I woke up again I felt as if I had been there for about 2 minutes or so, but I had been shaking for almost 30 minutes. After this we went shopping for food cause we were super hungry. We ended up buying a big sausage and 2 energy drinks. We went and sat on a bench close by and started drinking the energy drinks. I had an urge to talk to somebody else that wasn’t my friend so we texted another friend and it was relatively pleasant, however the energy drink going down my throat felt like needles so it kinda ruined it.

We continued walking home towards my friends house and everything was slightly brighter now. When we walked in, we went up to his room as to not disturb his family who were downstairs. We watched kung fu panda and I was continuing to have mad CEVs while watching it. It must’ve  been about 15:00 at this point and the needles were not going away. After a little while we went downstairs and started playing smash on his Nintendo switch. I got mauled twice in a row, and I felt as if he could predict every single one of my moves which was very strange. After 2 games we watched an episode of family guy, but it just made me feel super uncomfortable, to the point where the cushion I was leaning against felt like needles to my head. We ate some noodles and watched Arrested Development instead which was way better. After probably an hour of watching, my friend started making dinner for me and his family. He was using the sausage we had bought and it made me feel great that we could finally eat it. After dinner I sat down on the sofa again and played on my phone, while still having needles on my head from the pillow.

At maybe 19:00 or somewhere around that I had to go home again, but I was still knee deep in the experience. I scootered and my friend cycled home with me. The ground was still shifting so it was still kinda hard to travel straight. When I got home my friend left to go home and I was alone with my unknowing family. I said hi to my family and then I went downstairs to my room to try and relax, but it did not even slightly work. I went outside for a walk to communicate with the trees again and it was pretty relaxing just to walk around the bushes. When I got back inside there was still no way for me to calm down, so I had to go outside again. This time I took my dog with me and I went over to a big rock in the middle of an open field next to a relatively friendly tree. I sat there next to my dog and closed my eyes but I couldn’t relax. Some guys were smoking weed about 20 meters away from me so that didn’t help me whatsoever. I walked back home with my dog with a slightly scared feeling.

When I got home at about 23:00 (T+15h) I laid down on my bed and turned on the music and ended up having another 4 rounds of visions  with a lot of knives and needles but no spiders this time. There was a tree that tried to help get rid of the knives and needles but it couldn’t help me, so in the end I couldn’t get rid of them. After those 4 rounds I couldn’t stand it anymore so I watched about 4 episodes of Arrested Development and then I fell asleep, even though my pillow felt like needles.

The next morning I felt pretty positive but I couldn’t figure out if it was a good or bad trip. Thinking over it now a little later it probably was a bad trip. Shaking, being constantly terrified, needles and knives and spiders and snakes, and no resolution. I’m not entirely sure what I should do now, but I guess I'll find out in due time.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113377

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Jul 17, 2019	Views: 741

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