		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

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

		   T+ 1:00
		 35 mg
		 oral
		 2C-B
		 (capsule)

		   T+ 3:00
		 10 mg
		 sublingual
		 3-MeO-PCP
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 5:25
		 10 mg
		 insufflated
		 3-MeO-PCP
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 7:00
		 80 mg
		 vaporized
		 DALT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 8:30

		 Pharms - Alprazolam

		   T+ 8:30

		 Etizolam

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

Dose/ROA:

200 ug LSD (sublingual)

35 mg 2C-B (oral)

10 mg 3-MeO-PCP (sublingual)

10 mg 3-MeO-PCP (insufflated)

80 mg DALT (vaporized)

T0:00-Happy new years! It’s about 10:15 PM, I am going across the city to go to a party with my friend. I take 2 tabs of acid and pack up the rest of my party supplies and go.

T0:30-I am definitely feeling the first notes of the acid. Not a sort of distance or dissociation, but warmth and a feeling of being in tune with my mind and body that I get when I hit a sweet spot dose of 200-300 ug. A perfect party dose.

T1:00-I arrive at the party. I quickly pop 35 mg of 2C-B in a gel cap. I had a pretty large meal about 3 hours ago, so I’m not really sure what will come of this.

T1:45-It’s midnight. Happy new years. I’ve been socializing fine all night, albeit a bit strangely and awkwardly, but I don’t mind. I’ve been sitting in the back yard smoking weed for the entire party, the cold isn’t bothering me at all. Visuals are very light, only can be seen when I look at the ground or look into the sky, typical patterns. The trip feels very light so far, it would seem like the 2C-B is still on the onset. I should’ve taken it earlier.

T3:00-It’s later and the party is winding down, I dose the 3-MeO-PCP now by popping open the capsule and pouring the powder under my tongue. The inside is less crowded so I feel better about going inside. I feel a feeling of confidence coming on. I feel like dancing, I feel like partying, it feels warm and pleasant. Too bad the party is winding down.

T3:40-I decide to head home now. Everyone is going to their respective homes, and I realize im not going with anyone. Whatever, this will be more fun. I feel immune to the cold night as I walk to the subway station. I wonder how it would feel to suddenly become the victim of a violent crime, to get stabbed or shot. What would I do? Would I just go home and deal with it or accept death? Would I go to the hospital? Fun thoughts. I reach the subway station and take a seat. The platform has all sorts of new years revelers milling around. I see mice running around since it is around 2 AM. I decide to kill time by reading about them. Fascinating creatures, its odd to think someone as complex as a mammal has become so ubiquitous and numerous, and that something as complex as a mammal has infested the highly specific ecosystems that humans create. I suppose that’s why there isn’t much diversity amongst vertebrates in these settings… but I digress, I am coming up substantially now, with very strong and distinctly 2C-B visuals appearing on every surface. I become transfixed by staring at tiles, which are decorated with striated and striped foliate patterns. There seem to be subtle faces hidden amongst the patterns but it is dominated by an organic sort of abstraction.

T4:00-The train comes. I sit in a car behind a person. People are looking at me, its an appropriate night to act like I’m so fucked up that I don’t notice though. The person in front of me has a voice that comes from eating lit cigarettes every day for 10 years. I can’t tell if she’s coughing or talking, but she asks if I’m okay I think, then says something dismissive sounding. Eh. The train pulls into the central station where I have to transfer. Holy SHITttt is it crowded. It’s like 2:30 AM and its packed with revelers. I duck off into a little corner and stare at the wall until the train comes. Catching snippets of people’s conversations around me is very very odd. People are weir, everyone looks like caricatures, or stereotypes of their given subcultures. I recognize some people as they run around the platform in and out of my field of vision, assign them character personalities and stories. At last the subway comes. Things only get worse. Now this dense mass of people must squeeze into subway cars. I get in, but barely, I am pressed against a window and tripping fucking balls. Flashes of green and pink hit my peripheral vision and illuminate patterns on blank or mottled surfaces. I am wearing headphones and manage to drown out a lot of the people noise around me, this calms me down. A person sitting in front of me looks like she’s on the verge of crying. The boy next to her keeps trying to console her, and eventually it seems like she’s passing out, and he has to keep her upright. Weird thing to witness while dissociating into a world of patterns. I eventually reach my stop and push my way out of the subway car. This ordeal has lasted a great while. I finally get home at about 3 AM.

T5:15-After hanging around the house for a bit and basking in how many balls I am tripping, I take a shower. In the shower I think about a lot of things that I don’t feel comfortable writing about. A lot of it is plotting, manipulation, dark thoughts and things that make me a bad person. I suppose this is what comes with the territory of confidence.

T5:25-I get out of the shower. I rail another 10 mg of 3-MeO-PCP because why not, it’s new years.

T5:40-The ceiling looks like it’s a dome, its bending away from me and being touched upon by patterns formed from right angles. Suddenly the greatest softest feeling washes over me. I feel like a moth, I literally feel like a moth. I am soft, I am fluffy, I am lightweight and I can fly. I feel like I am made of dust, I am covered with downy hair and downy scales, I am a cottonball with great muffled wings. The word “moth” is weird to me. I know it designates an animal, but when I hear the word the association isn’t made. It is lost all its symbolic meaning, it is simply a lonely and unattached word now. I am not a “moth” I am that animal that is covered in fluff, with 2 wings covered in downy scales, and feathered antennae, primarily nocturnal and rests with its wings open. I feel so soft, I feel so warm and snuggly, I wish I had someone to cuddle with right now. I listen to really pleasant soft music. It feels indescribably beautiful. I am somber but I have opened a brief bubble of glowing respite, glowing like the moon in a lukewarm night, the moon that moths flutter in the silvery glow of. I honestly don’t know what’s real or what’s not anymore. My memories feel so distant. Like I know I’m not a moth, but that’s it. I have no idea what’s real or not beyond that, but It doesn’t bother me at all.

T6:00-I go outside. I’ve decided I am going to try smoking DALT out there. It takes me forever to get ready. I keep losing track of what I’m in the middle of doing. I keep losing track of where I put things. I keep getting distracted. It feels like the myth of Tantalus. My short term memory is fucked. I finally manage to get outside. I was gonna lounge in the bathtub we had back there and smoke. I make a shocking discovery. Our backyard has been cleaned up and our bathtub has been cut into pieces and stacked in a corner. What the fuck. Who did this. I begin to think I am just hallucinating this, that I have really gone that far. I wake up my roommate and get him to confirm. I am so scared. Waking him up is weird. His voice doesn’t sound like his and he doesn’t look like him. It’s really unnerving. He confirms that I am not hallucinating our backyard. Whelp. That’s disappointing. I go up to my room and decide to just smoke the DALT in there.

T7:00-The smoke tastes like sweet DMT, it is a very subtle but manageable acrid, it tastes sort of like pumpkins but it is wholly a unique odor. Each hit I take feels like I am being pulled further and further out from reality, into a grand fractal globe of repeating concentric patterns. Like a great cosmic tongue, reaching out to taste me, and my essence swirling away from me to meet it. At last it savors my flavor, and draws me into its maw. I am truly gone.

T7:20-I close my eyes and it feel my body fade to nothing. I feel it melt into my sheets, become a part of the great fractallized diamond everything around me. I am so distant from myself, I feel the love of some motherly feminine essence envelop me. It feels like an embrace from the fluffy legs of a moth, it feels like being enshrouded in its dusty wings. A great green glow permeates this realm and cascades around me. I do not feel like I am contacting an entity, merely touching with and embracing a personification of some inherent essence of the universe or of my internal self. I feel this great motherly presence descend from the sky and enshroud me in great smoky fingers. It feels like the hand of god, it feels like divine protection and the fire of life and the burning back of forests of death.

A great glowing pastel crystal fractal flower blooms above me and blossoms into infinity. Death is something to think about here. My heart is racing, what would happen if I were to die? My existence, everything became a great intricate skull, one that seemed to be woven from a billion waxy fibers, it was like a cattle skull, flashing in deep green and crimson, it was the idea of death, encapsulating all the fears and notions the living hold towards it. It was a great desert that was blossoming with life, it was an oasis of existence. Everything felt so natural and perfectly in place, and so beautiful. I felt cleansed and healed, the energy was pastel pink, green, turquoise and blue. I felt the same strike of life force I’ve gotten from other trips, especially mixing psychedelics and dissociatives. This essence,  this non-entity that I mentioned before is wrapping me in its dusky wings and singing soothing songs that cascade onto my brain.

T8:30-It’s time for bed. I take alprazolam and etizolam to knock myself out. While I lie there waiting to sleep, I get dream projection scenarios like with DXM. It’s vivid visions that simply take place in the world around me, I just walk around and do normal things in these hallucinated worlds. I open my eyes and I am back in my bed, I haven’t moved at all. It’s interesting. I eventually fall asleep.

Epilogue: The afterglow the next day was really nice I was confident and social, and didn’t even feel out of it but rather improved in every way. Although I was a bit wacky and out of touch with reality. You take what you can get I guess.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 107833

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Jan 10, 2017	Views: 2,530

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LSD (2), 2C-B (52), 3-MeO-PCP (558) : Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This experience too place approximately 10 months after the experience described in 'What's So Funny'. I'd been keeping up a regular meditation practice since then, consisting of formal sitting practice at least once a day (increased to at least twice daily after visiting my friend at his monastery about 4 months in), and some efforts at ongoing informal practice.

Those 10 months also involved a few experiences with psychedelics which weren't particularly noteworthy (but worth bringing up to illustrate that I continue to have experiences that aren't noteworthy and don't improve my spiritual practice, and that they still constitute the overwhelming majority of my experiences).

Returning to this particular experience, I discovered while a friend was visiting that he hadn't tried LSD (though he'd certainly enjoyed other psychedelics) and since I was aware of an inventory that we could dip into, we made plans to take a trip together when we didn't have any other responsibilities.

Prior to actually taking this trip, I was feeling vaguely dissatisfied with the state of my informal meditative practice

I was feeling vaguely dissatisfied with the state of my informal meditative practice

. For a number of months I'd been endeavouring to focus my attention on external sensory experiences while riding my bicycle, and to ask myself the question 'Where am I?' at any time (including if it felt appropriate during a formal sit, e.g. if I were already distracted by something and answering the question seemed like a good way to address the distraction and more effectively put it aside than just trying my attention back to my focus space). More recently (a week or three prior to this experience), I decided that checking my emotional state would be a good additional informal practice for various reasons of personal development.

The problem is that I didn't feel that I was remembering to do these practices as often as I ought to be -- hence my dissatisfaction. I decided (beforehand) that since I was going to be taking some LSD anyway, I may as well give my informal practice a little extra attention or effort while I was on my trip, and see if anything would come of it.

For the first 4 hours of the trip or so, I don't recall having remembered to check my emotional state, ask where I was, or otherwise actually do any of my informal practice. As much as I'd like to claim otherwise, my informal practice was in a state where it wasn't at all abnormal to go this long without doing any of it.

What makes this trip notable is that when I did remember to check in on my emotional state (I don't remember if if was on the first check or immediately rechecking) my internal voice was just asking 'hey me, how am I feeling?' It felt like a friend who wanted to make sure I was OK. In noticing that I felt cared for by myself, I noticed that for so many of the other acts of informal practice, I hadn't had anything at all like that feeling. In fact, most of the time, I had been beating myself up with feelings of guilt about how long it had been since my last check, and how infrequent my practice was proving to be.

It occurred to me that all those other times, I felt like I was a child being nagged by my piano teacher for not practicing enough, instead of feeling cared for by a friend. No wonder my informal practice was so infrequent; I was making it feel terrible! This time though, it felt nice. I wanted to do it more, not because I felt that I ought to continue to develop my practice, but because it just plain felt good. This practice suddenly became a lot easier, and I could toss in the other practices by following up the question about how I'm feeling with a sort of 'now that I have my attention, where am I?'

'now that I have my attention, where am I?'

Nearly a week has elapsed since then, and the improvement to my informal practice seems to be persisting.

One thought that's popped into my head about this particular improvement is that this effect may not have arisen so much from pharmacological properties of the drug as much as it arose from more social properties of psychedelics. In particular, asking how someone's feeling when they're on a psychedelic trip is something that I recognize as a trip-sitting behaviour -- that is a particular sort of caring behaviour. Consequently the fact that I was tripping might have made it easier to perceive my practice as that specific sort of caring behaviour -- to recognize it as the caring behaviour that it had always been.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 109900

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 37

Published: Feb 3, 2017	Views: 1,775

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Guides / Sitters (39), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

This weekend, something happened to me that completely changed the way I look at life in general. I'll just add as a side note: I used to do drugs, from when I was like, 13 up until last year. Then I grew up, and realized that my life was just fine without them. The one drug I hadn't done though (that I wanted to do, at least) was LSD. I reacquainted myself with an old friend who used to give me shrooms pretty cheap and he gave me some acid. Another one of my old friends said he'd do it with me, so I split it between my friend and I.

I was pretty nervous, I guess because it had been at least six or seven months since I'd done any kind of drug at all (unless you count alcohol), so my friend and I smoked a few joints beforehand, when we were back at his house. His parents were out, so we each took two hits of LSD there, and hung around for about an hour waiting for the effects to sink in. We got bored of this, and decided to walk to the beach (which was a 20 minute walk from his house).

As we walked, we waited for the effects of the acid to start up. I was disappointed at the time, thinking maybe two hits wasn't enough (I was absolutely clueless when it comes to LSD). I was about to ask my friend how much longer it would take when I realized how silent the world was. I stopped walking and listened. There was absolutely no sound at all. I started to freak out a little bit and made my friend stop walking so we could sit down for a minute.

My friend said something to me, but I remember his voice sounding extremely distant. I could see his lips moving but it was hard to comprehend that he was saying anything. Finally, he told me we were near the beach and we should start walking again. We continued to walk, but everything seemed weird. The ground beneath me didn't feel solid at all, like I could fall through the center of the earth any minute. We came to an alley which would lead us to the beach, and it looked like a cave. It was really dark, almost pitch black, but it couldn't have been later than 5 or 6 pm.

We finally arrived at the beach and the sand was even more strange than the alley. I constantly felt a sucking sensation near my feet. I looked down at the sand and it was really colorful and I could see all kinds of patterns in it, but I kept feeling like it was at the same level as my neck. I told my friend I was sinking so we hurried over to the jetty and sat down on the rocks. The water looked weird too, the waves looked like they were crashing down on top of me, but they were really distorted. I started to get scared again, and I wanted to sit down on the sand. But when I looked out at the stretch of beach, I saw a huge black hole form in between the jetty and the sand that I was scared to cross. My friend grabbed me and pulled me across anyway, and we sat down on the sand.

That's when things started to get really scary. I suddenly lost any memory as to where I was, or who I was, or who my friend was

I suddenly lost any memory as to where I was, or who I was, or who my friend was

. I looked around at the beach and it all seemed very strange to me. The jetty looked enormous, and the water looked as though it was going to swallow me up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we got up and started to walk back to my friend's house. As we were walking down the alley, I saw a mangled car sitting by a building I hadn't noticed before. The car seemed to come to life, and I became afraid of it. I continued to walk past it, and turned out of the alleyway, which had seemed extremely dark and morose.

It was then I realized my friend wasn't with me anymore and I thought the monster-car had eaten him. I felt lost, I had no idea where I was. I was so confused and scared, so I grabbed my phone and dialed the first number that came up on my contacts, which happened to be my girlfriend. She didn't answer and I just started to cry, I felt like I was dying. I fell over in the middle of the street and lay there. I knew I was about to die. I called my girlfriend again, and just kept dialing until my phone battery died. At first I thought she'd answered and I started shouting into the phone. When I didn't hear anything back, I realized the phone was turned off. I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the sky. The clouds were moving closer and closer to me, and suddenly a bright light shined through a break in the clouds. I'm dying, I thought. I'm dying and this is god bringing me to heaven I started calling out to my family and friends, telling them that I love them, and that I'm sorry. I felt my body lift up towards the light. I called out to god, praying and crying out that I don't want to die this way. please god, please let me see my girlfriend again.

Suddenly, I heard a very loud roar and the light above me dimmed. I realized I was standing and there was a car coming towards me. At first I thought it was a cop, but I recognized a friendly voice when he called out my name through the window. The door opened I saw my girlfriend and two of my guy friends, as well as my other friend who had been on acid with me. I was so happy to see him, to see people I recognized and loved. My friend helped me into the car and drove us back to his house, where he calmed us down and kept us in his basement until we came down from the trip.

This experience helped me realize a lot of things. For one, bad shit like this can happen to anyone, which is why I'm hating myself now for doing acid in the first place after giving up drugs. Just because you haven't had a bad trip yet doesn't mean you aren't going to. I've been on numerous shroom trips and none of them have been nearly as bad as this one. That feeling, that I was going to die was the worst, most painful and terrifying feeling I'd ever felt in my life. Once I came down, the first thing I did was tell my girlfriend that I love her. The second thing I did was call up my dad and step mom and tell them I love them too, as well as my brothers and sisters. I never want to go through an experience like that again.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66421

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 8, 2017	Views: 1,651

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 hits

		 LSD

		   T+ 2:00
		 3 hits

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   350 lb

I scored some acid on Monday afternoon and decided to take the night off of work. I took 3 hits at home at around 9pm and then 3 more two hours later. During the last half of my trip I used my  light and sound mind machine glasses and headphones and I used the Schumann Resonance Frequency program.

That was cool enough, but then after about an hour I decided to use the Mind Machine along with my Venus 2000 masturbation machine. WOW!!! The Venus 2000 felt absolutely outstanding! I was able to by-pass having an orgasm because I didn't want it to end. The sexual energy continued up my spine and into my head, and in only a matter of minutes I found myself transported inside a magnificent light-filled dome temple-like structure. It was made up of vibrating golden and multicolored and sparkling energy that was whirring and rotating around like a motor, creating intricate patterns like you see inside domed temples. I really felt like I was completely there (not just thinking about it) and I experienced a complete feeling of ecstasy and bliss that was vibrating throughout my whole mind and body along with the spectacular flow of energy that was perpetually whirring around like a cyclone. I looked up towards the ceiling (although I didn't feel like I had a body) and beheld a pure white light that wasn't bright at all to look at and it was radiating pure joy and Love. I instinctively identified with the light as being 'The Godhead'. I then realized where many religions must have gotten the inspiration for designing their grand domed cathedrals decorated with intricate ornate golden patterns inside.

Afterward, I realized that I had personally experienced what countless men for thousands of years have striven to experience. While I was in that state of bliss, I also decided to do some internal energy balancing and by doing so I managed to actually heal my sore back and neck completely. They even feel fine today. I also did some other energy-balancing to attempt to correct my occasional heart beat skip and a lot of congestion in my lungs (from my ongoing chest cold) and that seems to have worked too. I can't say how long  those physical improvements will last but I hope for quite a while.

Afterward, when I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror, my face kept morphing into different people throughout the ages (such as noble knights, etc) and I realized that hundreds or thousands of generations of my ancestors have all led up to me living life in this present time. For instance, I had four grandparents and of course they had two parents, four grandparents each, also. Those sixteen great grand parents also had two parents and four grandparents each, etc, etc, etc. That makes countless relatives over time since the beginning of mankind. Of course, none of those people are around anymore, so I am the current continuation and evolution of their lineage. I wondered, per chance, if one person out of all those tens of thousands of my ancient relatives going back in history wasn't present within my family tree equation, then where would that leave me today? If one couple didn't meet, or if they didn't conceived their off-spring at exactly the time that they did then what difference would that make regarding my existence today?  Interesting...

With the the  mind machine, I also managed to avoid the dragging period where I can't sleep and don't enjoy the come-down. I was still feeling the effects by the afternoon of the next day. I had no chemically feeling or any toxic feeling at all. I had a good sleep for about four hours or so afterward and felt positive, rested and energetic and took the dogs for a walk in the back field. What a great experience!

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 84894

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 42

Published: Feb 14, 2017	Views: 2,654

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Mind Machine Devices (301), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Sex Discussion (14), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   11 st

I deserved what happened to me. I ignored set and setting.

I was going through something of a personal crisis – learning that I had a personality disorder, coping with a very difficult relationship, in a time of great flux and confusion over the path I want to take in life. I also decided to take my acid at a party completed unsuited to it.

I dropped 2 tabs as soon as I arrived. I’ve taken a lot of acid, and this was definitely very strong stuff. One of my friends had also dropped 2 before I arrived, and he looked as if he was experiencing intense G-Force. His eyes were rolling back in his head and he had no control over his limbs, grabbing, with fearful strength, at whoever was near. I was a lot more experienced than him, however, so was relatively unperturbed.

Around half an hour later I was feeling nauseous. The malaise continued for around an hour, but I did not vomit. During this period, the party started kicking off. Around 200 people, most of whom I barely knew, piled into the house. There was literally no room to move.

At this point the visuals started. Intricate patterns wove themselves into the concrete yard, spilling out into the air. This patterning grew more intense over the next 15 minutes or so, until it hit a peak where reality began dissolving into a buzzing neon wireframe. It was as if I was seeing the fundamental space which matter occupies, complete with chromatic energy fluctuations

It was as if I was seeing the fundamental space which matter occupies, complete with chromatic energy fluctuations

 – a complex vibrating 3D grid. At this point it made no difference whether I had my eyes open or closed. I was elated at these visuals I was presented with, in full 360 degree vision. However, I fought these hallucinations, as this was not the kind of place to totally lose contact with reality.

After this, things began to turn sour in my head. Acid, for me, has always transposed my mental state, most of all, onto people’s facial expressions. I saw distaste and disinterest in everyone’s faces. I felt horribly out of place. This was made worse by the fact that a lot of the people running the party have an unpleasant and hostile history with my girlfriend. This started a snowballing of negative thoughts in my head. It snowballed and snowballed until it seemed like I had hundreds of voices in my head, screaming vitriolic insults that pierced my deepest insecurities. I find it easy to lose control of my thought processes on acid. It can only take a seemingly insignificant trigger.

I was relieved to get a taxi back to my girlfriend's. I managed to interact with the driver relatively normally, despite the hyper-powered chaos in my head. I felt as if my mind had almost limitless power. I could run multiple separate conscious logical chains, and the speed of resolution of each chain was markedly faster than normal. Unfortunately, most of this was concentrated on self-criticism.

At my girlfriend's, I was filled with explosive energy. I couldn’t sit still. I felt like I was on a large dose of amphetamine. I couldn’t stop dancing – and leaping to the ceiling - to my hardtrance CD, it helped quell the introspective torrent in my head.

It didn’t last, however, and I ended up getting very angry and frustrated with my girlfriend and the situation we’re in and my friends’ part in its creation. The acid had opened emotional floodgates. I was crying with rage and ended up leaving as the sun was coming up, following an argument with my girlfriend.

The walk home was one of the worst experiences of my life. This was the point when the trip turned into a true introspective nightmare. Stuck in my own head in the early hours of the morning, I nearly broke down a few times, until I had climbed the tallest hill in the city, where I collapsed in tears. The scene was unbearably beautiful, the juxtaposition of my emotional state and the acid enhanced scene of my entire hometown in sunrise was unbearable.

I went home (around 10 hours after dropping) and the visuals were still going strong. My room was morphing and overlaid with fractal patterns. Staring out the windows at the clouds, they turned into simple spheroid blobs lining a tunnel stretching to a vanishing point with an empyrean glow. Such beautiful effects distracted me, if it were not for them, I would have been even worse.

I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. My reflection became a personification of everything I hate about myself. It felt so real I was pushed into a suicidal state, and I started hitting myself and tearing at my skin. The next two hours of trying to get to sleep were some of my darkest hours. Although the visuals started to subside, the acid enhanced introspection continued and worsened. I eventually got to sleep after smoking a large joint of extremely strong skunk.

This was the most mentally oriented acid trip I’ve ever had. I’ve had stronger visuals, but never has my mind been so profoundly affected. During the whole trip, I could conjure up fantastic, often disgusting, scenes in my mind’s eye that were completely clear and elaborately intricate. They were often fast moving geometric patterns, whose units were made up of objects and people from my everyday life. This is a poor description of how they were experienced, however. They were often decidedly unpleasant, especially at home in my darkest hours, and the patterning and interactions seemed to logically display horrible truths about my life.

Conclusion: This was an astoundingly interesting experience. It was, however, not one I wish to repeat. When people say set and setting are important, they really mean it.  The day after, I still felt quite suicidal. It’s 3 days later, and I still haven’t left the house.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64978

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 15, 2017	Views: 1,781

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Hangover / Days After (46), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		   repeated

		 Methamphetamine

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 3-MeO-PCP

		   T+ 0:00
		 3 hits

		 LSD

		   T+ 1:15
		 .5 mg

		 Etizolam

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

I am a 24 (almost 25) year old male. And I am roughly 6' tall. I have very extensive experience with all major drugs, (LSD, mushrooms, MDMA, Ketamine, benzos, opiates, and stimulants, except for cocaine) and quite an large list of research chemicals of all classes (probably close to 50 various chems).

This is a recounting of two separate events involving 3-MeO-PCP, Methamphetamine, and LSD.

At the time of the first event, I probably weighed 130 lbs and was quite addicted to meth, so that was constantly at play in my system. I was probably doing 0.5 grams per day on average. I was pretty unhealthy. Just to give a general idea on body type and stuff. Anyway...

I had been at a friend's place, doing speed for at least a couple days. So sleep deprivation was also at play. But we had also gotten some 3-meo-pcp from one of my favorite vendors. And we had been doing tiny little bumps every now and then. We had a significant dissociative tolerance, from constant use of 3-meo and other dissos. So we had good experience with our limits on 3-meo (through trial and error, and several uncomfortable experiences). So we were spun, and 3-meo'd up. Having a blast! I would say I had probably taken 10-15 milligrams near the time of the incident. (definitely high dose, I know) Then a mutual friend of ours comes over. We spend time hanging out, doing speed, and bullshitting. After a few hours, he decides that he is gonna leave, and I have him give me a ride home. Before we leave, I trade him some etizolam for some of his acid because I wanted to trip that night at home. I get 3 hits, 2 of one batch, and one of another. We get in his vehicle and head out towards my place. On the way home, I drop all 3 hits and we have a nice chill drive. He's one of my best friends, and I am extremely high... So I'm in a great mood :)   He drops me off at my place and we say our farewells. I go inside, and I can feel the acid creeping up on me (T+30 on the acid). I turn on the tv (which only has very basic cable) and it goes onto an infomercial. I decide that I need to get into some more comfortable clothing. At this point, the acid is starting to get into more full swing.

T+60 by the time I've decided to change clothes. Things are starting to become real intense. I'm becoming confused, and keep forgetting what I'm doing. In the process of getting changed, I forget what I am doing while naked. I abandon getting clothes on because I can't remember what I was doing. So I am naked, kind of roaming my house in confusion, with brief moments of clarity. In one of those moments, I realized that I was naked and super fucked up, and should probably close the blinds at least, so that no neighbors would see.

T+1hr15m  After closing the blinds, I sit down and take half a milligram of etizolam, in hopes that it may prevent any unpleasant feelings and perhaps keep me from losing my mind too much. I begin watching the infomercial. I have the feeling that it is trying to indoctrinate me. I become stressed and decide to try to let myself be programmed by the tv in hopes that it will be nice and easy and painless. BTW I only have a bandana on around my neck. I feel trapped by it and start to try to take it off, and the infomercial begins to warp along to my progress on getting it off. Finally I get it off. And things feel happier. After this, time becomes impossible to keep track of or even guess about.

I realize that I am more twisted that I have ever been, and I begin to feel that I might be discovered in my condition and decide to go upstairs to my room. I lay down on the floor, realize that that is incorrect for a human to do. Then after some struggle, lay down in my bed. It is pitch black in my room because I did not turn the light on. I lay down for what feels like hours. I begin to see some light outside my window (which probably was there the whole time from a street light or the stores down the street). I begin to feel worried that I may be found naked on my bed, which would also be peculiar for someone to do. So I finally figure out how to turn on my light. And I try to put on a sweatshirt on. After fumbling with that for several

minutes, I realize that it will not happen. I begin to get the feeling that something is beckoning me to open my door.

At this point I am feeling like I am basically in my little shell of my mind. I open the door, and feel lighter. I realize that I have opened a door, metaphorically, to the world. I have always struggled with being open with people, and here I was, stripped down and having just opened up a little bit to the world. Then, I begin to have a feeling/sense an entity telling me to come outside. I stumble down the stairs to the front door. I grip the handle and feel myself being gently urged to open the door. I open it, close it behind me, and stand on the front porch. I get the feeling that I have stripped myself bare and am finally open to the world, and have the sense that I am now the second coming of Christ. (I am an atheist, but in my deluded state, everything made complete sense.) All my struggles in life, depression, anxiety, drug addiction, pain, all suddenly had a purpose.. A reason for all I had gone through.

I felt an entity/had a feeling that I needed to get to people, so that everybody would know that everything is going to be okay. That I had signalled the end of war, and there would be only peace and prosperity. I sprinted down the street, through a field (and some blackberry bushes, lots of thorns, also made lots of sense with the whole Jesus thing), kept running, at full speed, onto the main road, down that, across that road, through traffic, to the local 7/11. I then was just outside the store proclaiming at the top of my lungs that we had done it. It was over. And peace has finally been attained. But very quickly, the police showed up, and arrested me. Yet I thought they were doing it for my good as Christ, and they were going to take me to wherever I needed to be.

As I was arrested, they asked if I had taken drugs. I said yes. Well, more yelled. I could not control my voice, I could only yell and scream, and my voice was shuddering. They asked if I had taken acid? YES! Meth? YES! PCP? YES, ALL OF IT! I was very remorseful, and felt bad for being the savior, and still having fucked up. But felt good that everything was out in the open.

They put me in the back of the squad car, in handcuffs, and started to drive me to the hospital I believe. But I believed, back and forth, that either they were going to sacrifice me, so that I could die for people's sins and peace would be attained, or that I would be united with Gaya, and we would become a complete God.

I believe that they were asking if I understood my rights and what was going to happen, and I think they are asking if I am ready for where I will be taken. Which I keep saying YES, I AM READY! By this point I am going in and out of black outs. We roll up to the hospital, and there is a blinding light, and I suddenly am in the hospital. Before fading out, I look over and see my reflection in the rail guard of the hospital bed, and I believe I have completed my quest. I black out, and then suddenly I am being processed through jail. I then come to again in my jail cell, uncertain of whether all of that had actually happened.

My mom posted my bail, and took me to her place in the town where she lives. I was terrified of the withdrawal and depression I may have to deal with since I will have stopped my meth habit, so when I grab my stuff from my place, I also grab my 3-meo-pcp, and deschloroketamine. I spend the week doing both of those and trying to process everything. At the end of the week, my mother and I get into a very unpleasant fight, and I call a friend to come pick me up so I can be in a better place until I can get a ride home. Which I eventually do. From my friends who I used meth with.

So because of the fight I had with my mom, I have the 'fuck its'. I get to my friend's place, angry and not caring, and immediately start getting spun. I do that for a day and a half. Then my friend with the acid shows up, and I ask if I can test his new batch. We both drop an unknown amount (didnt have a dropper) of an unknown potency batch. Terrible decision I know. Especially on the exact same mixture of things that screwed me up before. [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!] But we drive to another friends house so my friend can sell some weed.

While over there, psychosis starts to creep up on me again. I deal with it fine and then we leave. We head back towards our other friend's place, and I really begin to get concerned about his driving because he is also on acid. I begin to get the hallucinations, both visual and audio. We stop briefly as I am having a freak out, but resume our journey and make it to our friends place. I am too fucked up to stay, so I tell my friend to take me home. We make it a bit away, and I get a God complex. I believe that I am God and control everything that happens. I begin to hear voices. My friend stopped at a stop sign, and I bolted from the car. I was much too fast for him to process what had happened. And I began to run back towards our other friend's place. I ran probably close to 2 miles, ran through a field, fell in it, rolled around in a ditch, got up. Then, I ran down the road, over someone's fence into their back yard, out their gate, down another street, to what I thought was my friend's place.

Well.... It wasn't my friend's place. I kept trying to get into the door, which was locked. I kept bumping into the door, hearing my friends' voices as clear as day, which was a hallucination, making me think they were just messing with me. Eventually I gave up. Turned towards the parking lot, and saw vehicles. I thought one of them was my friend's vehicle, looking back it definitely wasn't, but I tried getting into that car. I kept hearing his voice coming from inside the car, once again, thinking he was just fucking with me. Eventually, I gave up, and kept spinning in circles and bouncing between the two cars. Then I fell down. (by the way, it was raining and cold this whole time) I fell into a puddle between the cars, and lay there twitching and rolling around.

Suddenly, there were police and EMTs. They kept asking me questions, but I couldn't remember anything or how to use words. I kept in mind that I had taken LSD, and I meant to say '25' as in 'LSD-25' but I got it mixed up and kept saying '21' over and over to all questions they asked me. The EMTs and police were talking about me off to the side as I sat on the back of the ambulance. They kept saying that they thought I was homeless, a tweaker, a junkie, to which I would look over and desperately say 'no....' sadly. I felt hurt that they would act like that. I mean, what did it matter what was going on with me? I needed help... Anyway, they eventually got me on the gurney and into the back of the ambulance. I blacked out for a few, then came to womping like I had been on nitrous.

I then had the delusion that everything that had happened had been a hallucination from a dental procedure. And following that one, I thought that years ago, I had ordered 2C-I online and that I had been hospitalized back then, and that I was only 13 or 14 again. Then I blacked out, and was in the hospital, with the delusion that I was an ancient being and a medical mystery. Eventually, the psychosis faded away, and I came to realize that I had just done it again. I was told my mom was coming to see me and pick me up. I had the hospital turn her away because I was so ashamed. Eventually, my friend called the hospital and came to get me. He picked me up and took me home.

Those experiences were the craziest experiences of my life. They were also life changing. I have since gone into outpatient treatment, and am now 70 days clean from those chemicals. I have learned tons of tools, and learned to realize when I'm making poor decisions. I have also become incredibly healthy. I am actually very happy that I went through all that. I have overcome depression, and a lot of my anxiety has lessened. My spirituality has grown (not in religious way, but my connection with the universe and love and compassion and understanding), and things are going great.

Well I hope you enjoyed my experience report, and take something from it :)   Peace and love, people.  Peace and love!

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109912

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Feb 28, 2017	Views: 13,887

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3-MeO-PCP (558), Methamphetamine (37), LSD (2) : Multi-Day Experience (13), Depression (15), Entities / Beings (37), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:30
		 150 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 5:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   55 kg

INTRO

In Brazil, one of the largest and most awaited festivals is the carnival, it lasts from friday night till midday wednesday (in some states people do party for even longer time). So, a couple of friends from the countryside, Bomb, Maurice and Snow, decided to come to my hometown, a capital, to enjoy the festivities. They were really interested in having some molly for the time being, so we ended up getting some really pure MDMA powder from a friend of mine. I’m not a big fan of parties neither the carnival itself, but since I also got some E for myself I thought it could be fun if we hit some kind of electronic music party, among the hundreds of street parties that happen in the period (this kind of parties are pretty unusual in carnival, since most of them are “samba”, “axé” and other brazilian music parties). On thursday we finally found an electronic party, from some guys of a huge rave group from the town. Previously I have had bought a big bulk of marquis tested acid blotters and still had some with my friend Slickback, so I thought it would be nice to do a candyflip since I have a pretty decent experience with lucy, and various other psychedelics, and have had MDMA 2-3 times prior.

THE DAY

It was a very long day. I had to go get the acid with Slickback before the party, since some of my friends, me and my girlfriend (Liebe) were all going to candyflip and, even before that, I had to go to my aunt’s house in a nearby city. So I woke up early, had a small breakfast and went to my aunt’s. We’ve had a good nostalgia time there looking at really old pictures of my family and had lunch around 14:00.

Later on I got back to town to meet up with Slickback. He was at a really nice bar full of old school carnival goers (I mean, they were pretty much old people dancing to old carnival songs, it was fun!). We hung out for a while with two other mutual friends for a couple of hours and then I had to go meet up with my girlfriend and her friends, so we could go to the party. Slickback handed me 6 and ¼ tabs, so, I went downtown to gather up and party on! Once with Liebe and her friends we moved on to the block where the party was happening. The place looked kinda shady and with a lot less people I expected, but the party was going on hard and I quickly found with my friends from out of town.

THE NIGHT

As soon as I met up with my friends, I dropped half a tab and my girlfriend dropped the other half at 20:50. She decided to stay back with her friends, since one of them was having kind of a birthday party, and I stood close to my friends that already were feeling the substances kicking in and were dancing crazily near the boomboxes.

When the acid started to shift my perception, I decided it was time to find my girlfriend and get ready to take the E. I wandered pointless without finding her, but was surprised to find my usual dealer (the one who got us the MD) and a very dear friend that were my classmate at Uni, she was really happy to see me and got even happier once I told her our friends were also here (the guys from out of town). Finally I glanced up and saw Liebe with her friends uphill, by the side of the party. I climbed rapidly and greeted her and her friends really excited. Some of the people with them wasn’t quite enjoying the place, so they were pondering leaving, but my gf and the birthday person wanted to stay more, so they ended up splitting up and the three of us moved to the dance floor.

Back to the crowd we looked for a while for my friends but didn’t have any success, so we just danced for a little while until I became too determined to find them, left the two and went on my quest. It was getting almost impossible to find people there, the music was getting too distorted to not care and the small crowd dancing looked like a maze ever shifting and moving. Once again, after several minutes searching, I’ve found my friends uphill too and tried to find my girlfriend and her friend so we could all regroup and hang together. So, I failed once again in locating her and was so tired of searching for people that I decided to join my friends and sat uphill. I ran to climb it again, this time almost falling off in the middle of it. When I looked down I was just amazed by so many people dancing and sharing the same vibes, we chatted for a while and I then realized I haven’t dropped the E yet, so I needed to find Liebe so we could share the MD and the trip!

This time I was so focused that I finally found my girlfriend. She took 100mg and I took 150mg, the reason being is because she have never done MDMA prior to this day. Once we were together we danced and had a lot of fun, visuals were really mild and the headspace was clean, since I wasn’t feeling much (as expected since we were doing low doses of LSD) I was eager to start feeling the E so I could just unleash myself into the dance floor.

Around 30 minutes after taking the E and roughly 2 hours after the acid we decided to take a break since we were getting a little tired. This time, as soon as I was uphill I was able to find all the people I know. This is a very distinct characteristic for stimulants for me since I always get this concentration and precise thought processing, this plus the acid perception increase, made me not get too distracted with everything and be able to finally find people amidst that chaos.

As I was sitting there feeling like I had the eye of thundera and its “vision beyond sight”, some guy with a beautiful german shepherd sat by my side. I am not a very sociable person, I mean, I am fully aware that I’m slightly socially awkward and starting conversations and almost every person approach to me it’s kinda difficult, but well, this was not the case. I didn’t feel any anxiety at all at approaching the guy and asking about the dog, he then told me it was a lil girl and her name was Princess. Oh man, that was some amazingly soft fur and the dog was so friendly I could stay there for hours, but since everybody was getting back down to the music I went with it.

Once back I realized I wasn’t thinking about the dance moves I was doing, it was like I was just feeling the music and interpreting it, making the sound waves turn into body waves. I wanted to close my eyes and see the visuals the music was forming, but since I’m a little shy (and there were two cop cars not far from us) I borrowed my gf sunglasses and danced with my eyes closed for some time. At this moment I was truly just feeling the music, since I couldn’t see how I was dancing or how the people around me were dancing. And then out of nowhere in this trance like state a really loud noise overcame the music and people started cheering really loud, as I opened my eyes I saw this helicopter right above us, going up and down and blinking a light. A smile took over my face and I just stood there looking at that thing, it was pretty mental haha.

My sense of linearity is kind of foggy from here onwards. I know that I danced like hell and hugged lots of people (I really do love to hug, but most of the time I’m too shy to randomly ask people for hugs, but every time I used E, I just went on a crazy hug rampage

most of the time I’m too shy to randomly ask people for hugs, but every time I used E, I just went on a crazy hug rampage

). Unfortunately out of the blue, the DJ stops playing, thanks everybody and the staff starts packing things up. The party was supposed to last until 08:00, but it was barely 01:00 when they shut it down. I think they had some problems with noise complaints and the police forced them to end it earlier.

AFTERMATH

We were all really sad that the party had come to an end, we were still high as fuck and going home wasn’t an option yet. We overheard that the party would continue back in downtown but we couldn’t be sure. But well, since we had nothing better to do, we gathered up with 10-15 people and adventured ourselves in the city. The neighborhoods we needed to cross until our destiny weren’t the prettiest of all, after all this is downtown in a big south american city. But the almost disaster turned on really good and we had lots of fun in the way. It was really great to be there with those people that I love so much! We chatted and hugged a lot along the way and I felt so good to just talk with them, having no anxiety or any bad feelings at all.

After arriving at the place, we just found some bars and drunk people that was having they last moments of carnival, before it ends. I do not drink, so usually when I’m high on acid I find that drunkens are just too lingering and such a pain in the ass sometimes, but maybe it’s just the overanalysis that make me not like them that much in this state since they can get really touchy and dumb. We stood there for 30-40 minutes, but we were already coming down from the MDMA and getting tired.

So me, Liebe, Snow, Bomb and Maurice decided to head back to my place and finish the acid trip there after we smoked a joint. I believe they were already building up the sound system again, but after more than an hour that it ended, we weren’t much into dancing like crazy again. So we made all the way back, since the bus stop is near the previous party place and hopped into the station. The guardsman said we could enter by the sidedoor and not pay the bus ticket, since it was late and carnival, really nice guy! The bus didn’t take much time to show up and beside us, there was only a homeless guy on it. Later on this guy rolled a bill and asked if we wanted to snort some coke, as we said no, he kept up offering a list of different substances. I don’t know if he was that crazy to offer us lots of drugs or if he was joking with us since Maurice and Snow were wearing sunglasses at 2 am and he did mention that but unfortunately I couldn't quite make sense of what he was saying.

Maurice slept as soon as we were home and Snow followed him right after we smoked a joint, I believe they were the first ones to sleep because they’ve been partying 4 days straight, and Maurice kept it up doing molly all 4 of them, crazy bastards those guys haha.

Once they were asleep, the remaining three of us headed down to the pool and laid at the hammocks, I believe we smoked another joint and Bomb told us how he totally freaked out when the copter showed up. Since there were a lot of police cars nearby, he thought it was a police copter coming to arrest us all and thrown away half a tab of nbome he had. In this moment I thought to myself, better in the ground than in his system! Shortly after I closed my eyes and was sucked into some kind of tunnel, I could see it and feel it, so I opened my eyes to find beautiful visuals that I haven’t realized until that very moment! We were like 6 hours in the acid trip and the visuals were coming hard! I believe it’s because the E was totally off and so the acid took over. As I was looking at the geometric patterns and the marvelous colors, the word “EGO” popped into my head and as soon as that happened I started visualizing cables, cables that came from the same place and plugged and unplugged into several different bodies, like the consciousness was something apart from the body, that only connects to it and all the different egos come from the same place, really weird shit. I believe I slept some time after this, after trying to figure out what was that that I saw and contemplating the gorgeous kaleidoscope vision.

CONCLUSION

This is definitely a golden combination. It’s like all the harshness and anxiety of acid is stripped away and replaced with bliss and love. Of course the MDMA took the control of the trip when it kicked in, after all I took a big dose of Molly and a small dose of Lucy, but it made me feel so good and confident that even when it came down, the trip had no anxiety and had a more organized and clean feeling. I’ll definitely gonna try it again with the same MDMA dose and a higher LSD dose.

Lots of peace, love and nice trips!

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110101

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Mar 16, 2017	Views: 1,769

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

A Day in the Botanical Gardens With Lucy

I and three of my friends (we’ll refer to them as J, H &amp; S throughout the story) decided to spend a long summer day in the Botanical Gardens on LSD. At around 11am we had settled down in a beautiful spot in the gardens. H had just bought an Ehrlich’s reagent testing kit. I had met the dealer over Tinder and hence we did not trust him completely and were nervous about being given 25I-NBOMe or another type research chemical we were not familiar with. The kit indicated LSD. I &amp; H took a full tab (sold as 150ug/tab); S &amp; J took half a tab each as it was their first time.

I was the first to come up. As I was coming up on the acid, a large group of 100 primary school children came walking through the gardens on some kind of school excursion. I had fond memories of school excursions to the gardens as a child and found this to be quite a loopy thought – evidently; Lucy’s effects were starting to kick in. I watched the children roll down the hill with so much energy and light-heartedness. I felt children did not need acid, but I needed acid to get back to mind of a child even for just a few hours.

At that point J who is artistic and had brought a bunch of paint and a canvas with her decided to attempt to paint something. 10 minutes later, I was tripping hard but still had my shit together enough to put the paint away as J completely lost it, pissing herself with laughter and getting the paint everywhere.

At this point I went for a walk. I walked further and further until I stumbled across the Greenhouse I had visited several months ago on a prior trip. An old man of about 60 warned me about the heat and humidity inside, but I was determined to be reunited with the plants once again. When inside, I felt the plants were whispering to me and found incredible peace surrounded by so much life.

I felt the plants were whispering to me and found incredible peace surrounded by so much life.

 I left the Greenhouse only to realise I was completely and utterly lost. After what felt like 30 minutes and after some slight worrying I found the ‘home base’ and my friend H therapeutically crying.

The next few hours were filled with laughter and joy while watching tourists make ridiculous poses in amongst the trees. I pondered whether the tourists were also on Lucy, or if they were behaving so ridiculously on purpose as to entertain me or if perhaps this was simply their normal behaviour. I then was asked to take a photo for a couple of tourists. The fact that I spoke English and the tourists spoke Chinese make the interaction difficult enough, but the added dimension that I was tripping balls and struggling to hold my shit together made the interaction all the more outrageous. I put a lot of energy into photographing the couple and felt tremendous joy being able to provide this service. Meanwhile J had gone on a walk and had also taken photos of some tourists including a selfie with an old nanny.

We then moved the home base to a more scenic and open spot. I lay down on the grass and listened to Clair de Lune (Claude Debussy) and experienced kaleidoscope vision whilst looking up at the sky. After another four to five hours we left the gardens, leaving behind nothing but the abstract painting J had done earlier in the day for fellow garden users to ponder.

Despite taking the LSD at 11.30am in the morning, I could feel a funny feeling in my chest and had racing thoughts until I finally fell asleep at 5am in the morning. I believe this was not caused by the LSD per se, but rather by some slight anxiety that I was never going to feel sober again and would be permanently in a psychotic state.

The following day, I had a rough and unexpected ‘come-down’ as a result of the acid trip, much like the low feelings one might have after consuming MDMA. I believe this was psychological rather than physical. I believe in some ways, during the trip, I felt more normal, at peace and happy than I had in a long time. This trip has given me some insight into a state of being I would like to aspire to feel while sober. Finally, whilst this trip was overwhelmingly positive and happy, I realised how fragile the day was and how easily the trip could have gone south. I am humbled by the extraordinary power of LSD.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109669

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Mar 31, 2017	Views: 2,039

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LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Hangover / Days After (46), General (1), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 0.66 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 2:15
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Sumatriptan
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 3:05
		 5 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 4:15
		 5 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

10:30 75-100ug LSD

12:45 100mg Sumatriptan

1:35 5mg Valium

2:35 5mg Valium

This trip report is about an attempt I recently made to terminate a migraine using a small dose of LSD. At approximately 10:30 on a Saturday I felt a migraine coming on. I had one the night before and took my regular dose of 100 sumatriptan. Based on studies and anecdotal evidence on the web there have been a large number of reported cases where a migraine was terminated within 20 minutes of a small dose of LSD. The majority of these cases were Cluster Migraines which more often affect men, but there did seem to be some cases of successful treatment of women’s migraines. Mine are cyclical and occur most often 1-2 days before my period. There are only very isolated cases of it causing or aggravating a headache.

At 10:30 I take the 2/3rds hit of acid. It is advertised at 150ug per hit and my husband has taken it before and feels that it is probably in this range. It has been tested and reagents indicate that it is indeed LSD.  There is no taste. In 15 Minutes I feel it coming on. I cannot keep my feet still where I am sitting. The Headache is getting worse.

11:30 I have been coming up the last 45 minutes and I am anxious and still very tense. The headache is getting worse. I have short periods of relief lasting a few minutes only to have it return at an even higher Intensity. I am definitely tripping, the sheets I am laying on feel wonderful and things are changing in size, but it is impossible to enjoy over the pain.

11:45 Nausea has set in and I vomit. I feel this is caused by a combination of the pain and effects of the LSD. This has now turned into one of my most painful migraines.

12:45 I can no longer take the pain and take a 100mg Sumatriptan pill.

1:35 The pain has continued to build and I now take 5mg valium to terminate the trip.

1:45 The valium has kicked in and the trip has been almost completely terminated. The pain has dropped to a more manageable level. It is shocking have fast I came out of it and I am very relieved.

2:45 The Migraine component is gone. My head aches more as if it were bruised now. This feeling has happened to me before after a severe migraine. Take an additional 5mg valium in attempt to sleep.

The next day:

I am exhausted and in bed until the afternoon My brain still aches. It is not a migraine but the residual effects. I can finally do something around 3:00 pm and go to the food store.

2 Days Later:

I do not enjoy my morning coffee and almost have to force myself to drink it. Soft boiled egg tastes wonderful though. I am relaxed and have energy to do some stuff I was too overwhelmed with to do before the trip. Anxiety levels are much lower.

It was very scary that the migraine medication had no affect on my pain level whatsoever. That 75-100ug of LSD can completely overpower 100mg of a migraine medication (a thousand to one ratio) is a testament to how powerful acid is. The pain came in waves and built with the trip and I would guess once the valium deactivated the LSD, the migraine medication took back over end ended the migraine. It was nice that I still did enjoy the typical aftereffects of a trip but I will not repeat this experiment.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 104348

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 48

Published: Apr 7, 2017	Views: 1,530

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		 DOSE:

		 MDMA

		 LSD

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   65 kg

It began at work, a fair ways into a shift I decided to microdose LSD and MDMA with a fellow employee who likes his drugs, a rather flawed but at least initially quite enjoyable decision. I worked overnights at McDonalds, so we worked through until sunrise, experiencing general sensations of happiness and energy whilst focusing heavily on my work, completing it fast and rather well. I noted that everything seemed brighter, colors contrasting with each other in a way light I found rather pleasant, not dissimilar from my first time smoking cannabis, but with a lot more gray, white and shitty tiles instead of rolling hills speckled by evergreens in mid-winter California. It made the experience overall more bearable and the effects were already quite strong.

Finishing up with work, I made the decision to head back to my coworker's place and drop some tabs, an additional two 175ug tabs on top of the microdosing effort, figuring it was a good a time as any as I had a few days off of work. Generally being a rather sleep-deprived individual, I did not consider the potential effects of having worked through the night could have on my trip. Being a McDonald's employee however, I threw caution to the wind and began to watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas alongside my friend, the more experienced drug user.

The come-up was rather giddy for me, and I was very much absorbed in the movie so I did not notice many of the effects as they came on, instead taking the unusual approach, for me at least considering my depressive personality, of laughing and talking about the movie, particularly its set design and how everything seemed to 'have meaning' scene by scene, based on the belief that the director must be a genius because everything seemed to be placed perfectly in such a way as to further add context, and story to the movie; contrasting with many films that seem to have eye candy only for the sake of having eye candy. From the beginning, my hanging out with another individual was rather uncommon, whilst I have no confirmation it is rather obvious from my point of view that I am an individual placed somewhere on the autism spectrum, high-functioning autism, Asperger's if you will.

After a certain period of time passed, we were about two hours into the movie and I would also assume, the trip. I began to realize that I had a rather ridiculous overabundance in energy, and that the film was getting progressively more and more boring. Also, I felt heavier whilst laying down, as if I were going to sink into the bed and earth. This was not overly comfortable for me, so I had a desire to go outside on my friend's beautiful property, look at trees, breathe in fresh air, look at the sky, and pat some cats. This is around about the time that my friend began to notice some fairly erratic behavior on my end, I myself was rather past the point of caring about masculinity, and my definition of 'cool' or 'normal' behavior finding itself largely thrown to the wind.

I began to contemplate my place in the universe, society, etcetera as I breathed in that fresh air, the only fresher air I have ever experienced being on my first trip during a swim at a beach, meaning I was mostly enjoying the action of taking deep breaths. My friend's cat came up to me, I squatted down and patted it for a while whilst talking to my friend, I ended up jokingly grasping its neck and pretending I was choking it; this kind of creeped my friend out but it was only a second or two before I released the cat and went back to petting. After this, I kind of took a seat somewhere miscellaneous, I just remember seeing a hallway, and I spoke to my friend for a time.

Whilst I don't remember the specifics of the conversation, in my mind it essentially revolved around humanity functioning under the influence of the collective psyche proposed by Carl Jung, each and every individual a being created purely for the sake of experiencing and understanding reality, existence through billions of different forms, points of views and even entirely different realities. Why would this be the case? Because we are a process through which the universe expends energy in its approach towards maximum entropy, or infinite possibility; both the end-point and the start-point of our universe and all universes. A division in this entropy created the poles of existence, which I relate to the concepts of interdependent opposites in my interpretation of Yin-Yang, good and evil. It became apparent to me that by bringing these opposites together, a spark is created that pushes them apart, expanding the space in which they exist before they once more attempt to come together and then blow apart once more, over and over again until the energy from the initial separation is dispersed over a significant distance so that existence itself is no longer capable of holding itself together, once more finding that maximum entropy and point of infinite possibility known only as the time before the Big Bang.

Being a tenth grade dropout, I found it all rather interesting, albeit somewhat flawed due to my belief in my own lack of intelligence; but I decided that my conception wasn't entirely wrong, and from the beginning I came to the realization that what I was trying to focus on was the concept of good and evil, and why denying either one within oneself was inconsistent with the rest of universe, whilst not necessarily any less effective in dispersing energy throughout space even if it is significantly more boring.

All in all, one could say it was in this short time in this hallway, sitting on a table across from my friend that I truly came to understand why good and bad are entirely circumstantial, subjective as well as meaningless in the traditional idea of it, from my point of view. My reasoning for this was, rather simply, Christianity and Islam, racism and social inequality as well as the persecution of individuals based on their conflicting beliefs. The use that the label 'evil' and 'unholy' has to Kings and governments that successfully labeled themselves as 'good', so that they could also decide exactly what 'evil' was, and why that their being 'evil' was substantial reason to disregard the most simple kindnesses so that people of different color and/or beliefs could be enslaved, raped and killed freely as well as without repercussion.

All through this my thoughts turned to the thought that the environment and the individual are not separate entities, but are rather inherently connected down to the most fundamental level. I realized that all evil exists within me, as well as all good. I realized that 'acting' good was of no use, and becoming a soldier as I had long wanted to was not going to make me a good, or kind, or truly strong in the ways that matter to me.

Following this portion of the trip, we eventually wandered away from this hallway and made our way over to the garage where a bong awaited, the visuals were getting rather intense at this point, with visual drifting occurring on the grass as well as trees, and a whole shitload of goats on the property absolutely fascinated me. Forgetting the goats for a moment, we smoked some weed. And then I really started rolling. I began thinking about characters as concepts and how we portray them in our daily lives, as well as how entirely inaccurate they are, and how funny it was to me that after all the time that I had spent trying to 'act natural', I had successfully managed to kill most every chance of my achieving such a state due to my very attempt at doing it, ‘being natural’ itself a process of not trying. So effectively, I decided to let things come as they come and I detached myself entirely from reality, I assigned myself a character and another to my friend. Then I started visualizing character traits and an overall plot-line in relation to what was going on. I ended up as a girl based on my grandmother, whereas my friend was a problematic boyfriend whom she was tired of because he wouldn't just 'come with me'.

At this point I reached a state of mind that I had always wanted to experience, that is to say, the thought patterns of an individual that does not base their feelings of affection on the physical body, but rather on the ‘feeling’ one got from another person's ‘soul’ and being.

For the first time in years I cried and cried, whilst resolutely screaming at my friend who was, mildly put, rather fucking confused at the time, I believe it was overall related to his suicidal tendencies in relation to drug abuse, his most recent drug of choice being cocaine. I on the other hand felt rather comfortable with just ‘letting it happen’, crying a river as I told him that it was time for him to stop holding himself back, and that he could either come with me, or I was leaving him. Long story short, after some confused yelling on his part, I left him behind and proceeded to cry and cry and cry, it felt fantastic. I feel as if my ability to portray a different character allowed me to express emotions I had repressed for years in relation to my depression, some familial abuse and a sense of powerlessness related to my being molested at the age of ten by an older boy. Hopefully this context makes my following actions more sensible.

Skipping along down the road, shouting and wailing as I went along in a state of rapidly changing emotional extremes, I continually yelled at everything and anything to 'get the fuck up', to 'stop sitting around', to 'stop waiting'. I questioned whether or not the fear of pain, of death, of violence and hate was reason enough to stay still in my bedroom all the time, if it was reason for the rest of the world to remain stagnant, even if the path forward ended in death. The answer I arrived at was essentially 'No.', progress must be made, knowledge must be gained, lessons must be learned and new experience, must be experienced in order for humans to be human in the ways that are meaningful to me, thus, I equipped myself with a rather fearless disposition and came under the belief that I was dreaming. I believe what occurred here was essentially a result of repression that I rather forcibly released, repressed things including thoughts of suicide that I generally discarded as stupid, hatred of myself and my own ability to function as I see 'normal' people doing, my inability to complete school, my stupidity in allowing myself to be molested by an older boy due to my lack of understanding as well as a general disgust for stagnancy in myself, other individuals and society at large. In essence I discarded my general preconceptions and replaced them with ones that I essentially created in a fashion not dissimilar from how an author writing a character would when confronted by a situation his character can not process.

Next thing I knew, I saw my house off to my left. It was indeed, not my house, but it certainly looked like an old property of mine and I wandered on over, pausing a moment by a car on the street so that I could use my hands and feet to destroy its exterior, jumping on its roof and breaking glass. Judging by my lack of injury here I was rather surprised to see how well my former martial arts training came to the surface in my inebriated state. Suffice to say, I took out a lot of anger on the vehicle, resulting in over two-thousand dollars of damages.

Finishing up with the car I wandered over to the house which to me, very simply just looked like one of my old houses, and being very much in dreamland at the time, I did not pause to consider that it might not be. Apparently I chased individuals inside the house, screaming that I was going to harm them, etc, but I do not recall that particular part personally. I ended up at the door, apparently forgetting about the people that I had been chasing. Getting back to trying to access 'my home' I realized that I had no keys because I was entirely naked, having discarded my clothing at some point as I walked along the road. Being in a rather careless mood, I put my fist through the window at the front door and opened it up myself, apparently once more avoiding injury miraculously. I stock it up to my inability to care about my physical body at the time, which allowed me to use the full force of my body without hesitation in a situation that could cause an individual to subconsciously pull a punch, normally.

Now inside, I found myself having a rather confused conversation with one of the residents in which I insisted that their home was mine, due to the fact that, as far as I could tell at the time, it did just seem to be my old home, meaning my brain was obviously struggling to associate meaning to what I was seeing I think. As more people came out to greet me with anger, rage, fear, I began to question my situation. One man came up and pushed me, it didn't do much, and then I pushed back, they stopped trying to come at me after that. The next point was a rather interesting test of my character, I find, as whilst coming to the understanding that the situation was not as it seemed, I gradually surrendered before these people I still envisaged to be 'in my house', I asked them if they were going to kill me, fuck me, rob me, etc. They said no, so I asked why they were tying me up (obviously to restrain me for the arrival of the police they had called), they just said I was crazy, and obviously that is a fair statement.

Between my subjugation and the subsequent arrival of the police, I asked them to fuck me, kill me and beat me up repetitively, the rope having gotten me thinking that it was some kind of weird ass BDSM dungeon dream. When they refused I eventually asked 'then what the fuck are we doing here.' And went limp, so that the dream would hurry up and end. Killing myself is a rather common way that I escape dreams, generally through jumping off buildings but I was willing to roll with this, not being a particularly chaste individual despite my virginity apparently.

Following this, the police arrived, found my underwear, got me dressed and carried me off to the hospital in the stretcher. At this point, I more or less remember blacking out, and coming to in a hospital bed with my mother sitting beside my bed.

Overall, it was simultaneously both the most worthwhile and one of the most horrible experience of my entire life, and to me this trip represents both the beauty and danger involved with the use, and abuse of LSD. Following this trip, I could say that overall my life has changed for the better largely due to the lessons taught to me throughout it, based on my belief that I used my experience with LSD as a vehicle for repressed feelings. The obvious bad here, is what actually occurred due to an uncontrolled environment, and being an individual who previously thought he was nothing but a pussy for even contemplating that he might have any form of 'trauma' in comparison to that experienced by others in the world. Through empathizing with another individual, who had gone through worse experiences than myself in relation to rape and abuse, I found the ability to look at myself in the same way, to care for myself, and subsequently try to break out of my cycles by doing something really quite insanely irregular.

I have continued to use LSD in private as a means of self-exploration, and as a tool for learning to view the world as a child does, again. This is relevant because I believe most people would not do the same subsequent to having gone through these things, which I would personally consider to be fairly intense experiences and would be called a 'bad trip' regardless of my potentially deranged enjoyment of the fiasco. Essentially the moral of the story is, trip with people you know well if you care about your safety, and remember to breathe.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109923

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Apr 18, 2017	Views: 2,247

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LSD (2) : Depression (15), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

LSD is one hell of a drug.

Most people will highly advise against tripping by yourself as a first-timer, as they did for me... But you know, when you've exhausted every possible avenue and your friends are hung up on bad-trip horror stories, you gotta do what you gotta do.

My biggest fault here was thinking that LSD was going to be like shrooms, or MDMA with visuals, or any other drug that I'd previously dabbled with/in. It's not. At all. But we'll get into that later. For now, let's start at the beginning - on a summer's night in June, when I was pretty sure I that I was ready...

I put my first ever LSD tab under my tongue whilst on Facetime to my girlfriend, at about 11:30pm on a Friday night. I was alone in my house. I'd done my research and heard that you should keep it there for about 15 minutes so the LSD can be absorbed quicker or more efficiently by the vessels. Realistically though, as long as it's somewhere in your mouth or stomach, where you put the tab probably doesn't matter too much. I'm just a stickler for convention.

I digress, it hit me pretty damn fast indeed. About 25 minutes after chewing and swallowing, I was coming up for the first time.

It was extremely sudden and very overpowering - similar to being hit by a freight train but in a more painless and pleasant way.

I began to see lights and colours on the outside of my eyes. They popped bright and covered my entire vision like a firework display; it was almost impossible to see in front of my face. I felt ecstatic. Exhilarated. My heart was beating so fast. Speckles covered my vision. I felt dizzy and a little sick as I felt the LSD fill my entire being. Seeing the faces of people on my girlfriend’s TV – through Facetime - made me scared.

About 15 minutes later, I began to feel the true intensity starting to hit me. I turned off my bedroom light because I honestly didn't know if I would be able to physically move enough to do this later.

Lying in bed, on my side, unable to move.

The only thing I could see was my iPhone resting on my laptop -  so unbearably bright. My girlfriend was watching a show. Every time she laughed it broke me out of my hallucinations and brought me back to reality -  blanketing me in an oddly comforting feeling for just a few moments. Her laugh was so important to me that night. I was terrified of how much control I was losing. This was the point at which I realised how intrinsically different this drug was to anything else I'd ever taken. Nothing had ever totally overwhelmed me like this before.

My vision was blurred and I couldn't keep my eyes open, so they flutter closed and I feel them roll back into my head. I have my headphones in. Tunes play and I can see every colour of every beat, x`6. It was euphoric. I had a full visual experience through every song, and every song felt like hours. Every time one ended, my body shot up like a bolt. I looked around my room – reassuring myself that everything was okay as it felt like I’d been ‘gone’ for an eternity. As soon as the next song began, I fell back into my trance.

All my senses were maximised. I could see things and colours not possible with the human eye. I could see the oily residue on my laptop keypad, the tiny particles of dust so clearly... Every molecule of matter. The light from the screen made everything so clear, I'd never seen anything like it. My hearing was magnified 100 times; I could hear the wind and the trees and the gate outside (the window was closed). I could hear people’s conversations from far away.

I felt intense hunger and fear. My hunger pained in the bottom of my stomach and felt terrible but I knew I could do nothing. Trying to eat some of the orange that I cut up before tripping was horrible - the taste was too strong and I was unable to concentrate on chewing. My jaw was tight. My fear was mostly of the Unknown; unable to control what I was seeing or feeling anymore. I feared someone walking in. I started to regret doing this powerful of a drug. How long would this last for? I went to the bathroom a couple times which was frightening and difficult as I couldn't see where I was going due to the visuals. I didn't look in the mirror. I’m glad I didn’t.

When I returned to my room, I closed my laptop and put it on the floor beside my bed. Full dark, no music.

My mind began to take me to much stranger places. My eyes fluttered more intensely and I started to hear whooshing and whirring of life itself as I passed onto the other side. Rhythms and voices of things unknown to me pulsed deeply over and over in my head loudly. With my eyes closed, the visions and colours became the most brilliant and vivid that they'd ever been. Everything was spinning and whirring chaotically. The patterns became pristine and clear. My eyelids were closed but felt wide awake in my skull - I was seeing into my own brain and beyond. I felt like I was in a coma. I couldn't control my own breathing. I didn't even know if I was breathing at all anymore. I was unable to open my eyes.

Suddenly, I was thrown into the manifold. The fifth dimension, as I believe. I felt my soul and mind leave my body. The weight of my physical form had disappeared. I was floating above it all. Floating, and seeing the world continue beneath me. Without me. It felt surreal at first as I tried to comprehend it all, but trying to make sense of it seemed to just whirl me out even more into the trip. My entire soul spun out of control faster and faster every time I tried to apply logic to the situation. The voices had become less vague and now started to make sense - I need to stop “needing an answer for everything”. There's not always a logical answer for your feelings or experiences. Sometimes, things just are. Being thrown back into the nauseating tripping abyss was a punishment for hanging onto my ego. I learned quickly to stop hanging on. Every time I let the waves of the trip wash over me without question, the visions would get softer, and more blurred.

Every time I let the waves of the trip wash over me without question, the visions would get softer, and more blurred.

 A warmth built up in my core at this point - an intense euphoria and orgasmic sensation spread throughout my body. I was having an orgy with the universe itself.

The visions took me deeper now. I began to see my life passing before my very own eyes like a horizontal movie-reel, at a supersonic speed. It was a sort of turbo production line. I suddenly felt terrified. I'd lost my own life. My own identity. There were too many lives passing by and they were going so fast. I couldn't press pause.

There was a high-pitched sound which I can only describe as a ‘sparkle-pop’. It was a divine sound, something that came from a higher-plane of existence. It was a symbolic sound. An indescribable, cosmic creature emerged and made the a-okay sign with their ‘fingers’. They smiled knowingly.

In that moment, I realised everything. I'd lost my life completely. I was no longer myself. I couldn't remember my own name anymore, or feel my body. I was floating like a weightless, powerless entity above the production lines of Time. Yes, it was Time itself. Time was the almighty God. Time was passing as I witnessed it. I was missing my own life.

As I realised this, and realised I had discovered the omnipotent force behind the universe, a raging scream and explosive vision (like seeing a bomb explode) started to play over and over. Brilliant lights erupted from the bomb-like image every time it blew up again. As time whirred by, I desperately tried to figure out who I was - to find myself again in the abyss. It was terrifying as I fought and scrambled to remember before I lost myself forever.

While this happened, I was curled up against the wall by my bed, twitching. I managed to open my eyes and texted my girlfriend, despite hardly being able to read at all. At this point, I was freaking out and looking for reassurance that I'd be okay - I didn't feel like I was going to survive or ever know myself again. It was hard to remember who she was. I just knew she was important to me. I felt as if she knew everything. Constantly slipping in and out of consciousness, I clearly heard my mom’s voice. It sounded 1 million miles away. I didn't think I was on earth anymore. My chest felt heavy as I realised that I must be in a coma, and time (in the real world) was passing without me.

I wished that I never did this - I'd thrown all my hard work away for a drug, and was now dead and lost. I kept trying to wake myself up and remember what drug I had even taken – but I just couldn't. I texted my girlfriend, 'what time is it?” – meaning, what date. I couldn’t even remember what year it was. I thought days or maybe even months had gone by. Dread spread through my body. The whole world and everyone's lives were carrying on before my eyes.

After what felt like hours, I didn't have the energy to fight it anymore and my visions became blurry and soft. The euphoria in my core returned at this looseness and I was suddenly able to open my eyes lastingly and breathe - gasping for air. The repetitive noises in my head continued for a long time. I spent hours lying down and seeing the patterns and visions, less intensely. Everything moved slowly. My movements felt robotic. I used paper and pens to write myself messages and lessons that is learnt. I've never felt more in tune with my body and mind. I’d now seen it all.

I saw spiders and bugs climbing out of the corners of the walls when I stared long enough. Staring at the light above my bed caused more euphoria in my chest as the light became brighter and more beautiful than I'd ever seen - Divine Light, I believe. Light beams moved into me and became beautiful when I looked at the texture of the walls. I stayed like this until 7am when I was finally able to sleep after watching the sun come up and the whole world wake up.

I was shown things that night that the universe planned for me to see. I was shown secrets about the universe, and Time, that most people will never live to know or experience. It was more than an ego-death. My life is forever changed. Humans are so small.

I've never been so happy to be alive.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109507

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: May 3, 2017	Views: 1,892

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LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Entities / Beings (37), First Times (2), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   103 lb

I want to preface this by saying: I was so scared to try acid for years. I had friends who started tripping at the age of 15- mind you, I graduated from art school so it wasn’t uncommon. Half of me at the time wanted to try it and see how it went, the other half of my was seriously terrified at the possible outcome.

So I’d like to share my first experience and the tips that I learned in retrospect from tripping many times afterwards.

I finally made it to my twenties and a friend of mine said he got some really good stuff in and gave me a couple tabs. I kept them in a drawer for about a month, contemplating whether or not I should resell them or just try it out. I asked him a bunch of questions (even though I had been researching trips for almost five years) and he stopped and told me: 'everything you think it is, it’s not. Don’t get ideas in your head... make it your own.'

The day of a really bad break up, I was sitting outside with my roommate and I was very bummed out. We were out of pot at the time- and I mentioned that I had the LSD tabs in my room which she had forgot about. She had never tripped before either. So we kinda laughed and said why the fuck not, it’s not like my day was going to get any better anyways and the mindset I had was if I was gonna trip and it was bad, when I tripped again it would be good.

the mindset I had was if I was gonna trip and it was bad, when I tripped again it would be good.

It was amazing. In all the subsequent times that I’ve tripped, none of them have been bad at all. I think it is physically impossible to have a bad trip.

Here is what I have learned-

Planning: I didn’t plan for my first trip, or half of the others that came later. I knew just dropping LSD would be okay spur of the moment because I had no anxiety over when I was going to trip and what I had to do to “prepare”. All I knew is that I had a solid day with no plans and that’s where it began.

People &amp; Setting: Avoid doing it with someone who is also tripping for the first time, and trip around people who have tripped before!

I love my roommate to death but her trip was nothing like mine. I felt like a kid again, everything was so amazing. It was like the world was my playground... on the other hand she just wanted to be alone, and I didn’t want to leave her alone because I was worried that she wasn’t okay; this didn’t interfere with my trip though. What I realized in retrospect is that she was literally not in the same “bubble” as me, and I felt like she was judging me for it. I felt very judged by people who had never done acid the next few times I tried it; I’m pretty much over that now and it’s great. I tend to not trip with her, because she takes it way different and since then I have found people who go into tripping with similar mindsets as me and we vibe well.

I hated being inside while tripping, and still do. I find it very claustrophobic and unnerving to be in a tight space, especially with intense visuals. It seemed like the light was bouncing everywhere and kind of closing in. Again, it wasn’t scary or weird, it was kind of annoying. I don’t think I could ever go to the movies.

Music: Definitely doesn’t overwhelm me (in a good way) as much mushrooms do.  Some music sounds very weird and some things that my friends put on I didn’t care for, but I listened to it in a whole new way.

It really is like a rebirth. I tend to not want to smoke or drink or do any type of drugs for a while after tripping, especially my first time. I partially believe it is the reason that I was able to quit smoking.

I partially believe it is the reason that I was able to quit smoking.

 A thought came into my mind about how useless smoking was and then I was like “true”. It’s easier for me to  problem solve on acid, it seems like the problems I have are removed from me and I can look at them objectively... however, I try not to use my trips for introspection. I think the magic behind it is brought out socially. It made me think everything is fake, or brought to light how stupid a lot of things are.

My body, also, had never felt so good before.

Some tabs make me feel very primal.

When I was on the comedown, my friend and I went down to the river and I took all my clothes off and he painted my body with mud. All the intense feelings of skin to skin contact were amazing.

For me, it’s all in the mindset. I know when I take LSD that I’m on LSD and it’s very easy to control where my brain goes. 150ug for a first trip is very strong, in my opinion, people’s faces were melting and the trails were insanely beautiful. Everything was just “so cool”, as I said many many times throughout the trip.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 110167

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: May 26, 2017	Views: 2,169

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Nature / Outdoors (23), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)