		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

A friend of mine had recently been talking to me about wanting to trip because he really needed a stress release from life lately, and he wanted to take a higher dose than normal because he had never really had an overly powerful trip before. Yesterday he asked me if he could come over in the evening, so I relaxed for a little bit after work in preparation and purposefully skipped dinner for the moment. After he arrived I asked him how much he wanted, and eventually I decided to cut up an unmarked ten strip so that we would each be taking about four hits. We took our doses at 6:45 PM (T+0:00). I also sent a text to X a few minutes after this telling her what I had done.

I don't recall too much about the come-up other than us listening to music, and there being a little bit of the usual anxiety that then leveled out as the trip really started to kick in. The first thing I can remember thinking about the way the trip feels is that I should put two weeks in between my trips instead of one more often; there was definitely an added feeling of profundity which I have experienced with LSD before but less so when I've already tripped recently, and since I had basically just jumped right into dosing every weekend for a little while I had forgotten how incredible it was. My friend wanted to go on a walk, but I told him he should wait for the trip to set in at least a little bit first (or, at least, that I wanted to). We mostly just kept adjusting to the altered state, smoking weed, and playing tunes for the next hour or so, until we finally decided to set out before it got too dark to make anything out outside. I remember taking a bathroom break not long before we actually headed out, and at the same time I checked my phone for the first time in a little while. X had responded a little over an hour after we dosed to ask how it was going, so at T+1:45 I gave her an update on the situation. This was not easy to do.... The visuals were making it very hard to focus on what I was doing. The one that I referenced in my message was the phone's screen turning into lots of hands (including the arms) reaching out to grab at me and keep me distracted. This was a pretty powerful and vivid hallucination for me for four hits, so I knew I was in for something good. I also briefly closed my eyes, which I hadn't really done yet, and was then greeted by three-dimensional transforming imagery of people wearing psychedelic clothing with a very royal kind of style. This caught me by surprise too since aside from these instances where I focused on something like texting or darkness, the visuals I was getting were mostly sliding surfaces and some light patterning. That would all change once we finally went outside.

As we stepped out into the night, the first thing I noticed is that I could see ghostly green people reaching around the edges of my vision trying to grab my attention; they were transparent and obviously not intensely colored, but they were extremely vivid and life-size, and since they were reaching around from behind me I was mainly seeing their upper bodies shifted to one side (waist up, mainly one of the arms). Since these perceptions were so real and yet so much just like holograms at the same time, I interpreted this to be the LSD enhancing my perception of where things *could* happen now that we were outside and exposed to the world and anyone could feasibly approach us. I also noticed that my short-term memory was becoming very poor at this time, but not enough to prevent me from thinking straight if I really had to. As we continued walking we came upon an open grass field leading to the forest near my house and the whole thing was undulating slowly but strongly like ocean waves, something that I'm quite familiar with while tripping. While walking upon the grass I actually started to see more people materializing around us walking in a group with us. This wasn't the same as the ghostly green people; I was still lucid enough to know that these people weren't actually there and their was still a slight flatness to their design despite inhabiting a 3D space, but they were vividly and accurately colored and strongly integrated into my reality. As they walked with us, I was reminded very much of lucid dreams that I've had in the past where I was traveling with a crowd. In the distance, what I could see of the forest was becoming filled with delusional imagery. There wasn't a whole lot to speak of in the way of patterns or fractals, but everything was sliding and breathing and becoming lit up with more of these vivid imaginary people running through all of the the trees. This was also very dream-like, but vibrant. Soon we came to an opening in the forest where I knew we'd be able to walk down to a spot by the creek without the dark giving us too much trouble.

When we started walking down the path I was reminded of the last time I tried to walk through this forest while tripping at night, years ago on 2C-I. I knew there was nothing in the way, but I was constantly dodging imaginary branches and webs which were hanging where I wanted to walk at all times. After what felt like a very treacherous journey, we made it down to some rocks where we sat by the water, and I pulled out the joint I had brought along with us. As we smoked the first half of it, I became acutely aware of the fact that we were in the middle of a forest at night on drugs and I had no idea what was or wasn't going on around us, which made me slightly anxious since I was supposed to be the one who *wasn't* having their strongest trip yet, though you could have fooled me.... These illusions I was getting were actually more vivid and realistic than any I had ever seen before, especially on this sort of dose of LSD. As we sat there, I was trying to pick up on some sort of consistency in the sounds I was hearing around me for reference but there didn't seem to be any. I was hearing animals and insects of all kinds surrounding us and closing in on us, as the scenery itself seemed to be doing. There were also still people visible running through the forest around us. My friend was clearly having a very good time getting lost in his experience as he seemed very euphoric and kept forgetting to smoke the joint before it went out for a while. I let him get into it for a while now and then, but I didn't want us to take too long in this spot even though it was nice because I was getting a little claustrophobic, probably just because I know much better than my friend dose the kinds of animals which generally roam this area at night. After a while when the joint went out again when it was about half way done, we decided to just keep it out for now and continue moving to a new spot. The walk back up to the edge of the forest was even more difficult than the initial walk down.

As we continued along the open path we just watched the sky and the trees for a bit, until we came upon this big bridge which leads to the other side of the creek. I've never seen this bridge as distorted as I was seeing it at this point, not nearly as much. I could see the end waving and transforming and multiplying and spinning around itself, and I could see several people appearing and disappearing at different points further down from where we were, and I was trying to tell if any of them were actually real or not, and whether or not I could see or was misinterpreting the pole at the other end of the bridge. After thirty seconds or so suddenly two people materialized within about ten feet from us and I realized that they were actually there, and they probably saw me squinting at them the whole time like I'm insane. They awkwardly said hello and we returned the favor. After we got across the bridge we came upon a pond next to a fence, and on the other side of the fence were rocks leading down to another spot by the creek. This has been a favorite spot of mine for most of my life, and I've smoked weed and tripped while sitting on those rocks several times, but never really at this late at night. As soon as I started walking on the rocks, this seemed like a challenging task. Not only was it nearly impossible to make out the incline of the top of each rock, but there were again entirely imagined branches hanging in the way, along with endless amounts of tiny mammals, insects, and snakes moving around on the ground and the rocks' surfaces. Like everything else, this was completely integrated into my perception. I hesitated for a moment, but then decided to head down anyway. We made it about maybe half way down compared to where I would normally go, and then decided that it wouldn't be too bad to just smoke right there since there was really no one else at the park anyway. As we sat down and started smoking the rest of the joint, I looked over at my friend and suddenly saw lots of other people sitting on the rocks enjoying nature with us. I was absolutely ecstatic from having all of these powerful hallucinations.

After just basking in how wonderful the wind felt and how incredible the outside world was, we got up from the rocks and traveled to our last spot, the middle of a wide open hill just around the corner from where the pond was. We lied down down in the grass for a while and just enjoyed the atmosphere some more, and I kept thinking about how I really couldn't have told you what was going on more than a few feet around us. I felt like a dream world was overtaking my normal world, and so everything outside of my own little bubble was just a hazy blend of reality and fantasy. There wasn't a whole lot to say about that part though other than that we were both feeling great, and after lying there for a while we decided that it was dark enough that we should probably just get up and head back to the house. We slowly walked back through the same path we came on, and the whole way I was still getting the feeling that we were walking in a group and I could still see the ghostly holograms reaching around the sides of my perception at all times. My friend and I just talked more about our experiences along the way, and he asked me questions about whether or not certain things he was experiencing were fairly normal (and they were).

Some time around or a little after T+3:00 we got back to the house and listened to a couple of songs, and then we decided to start watching trippy episodes of funny shows on Netflix. When we were watching Adventure Time I actually laughed so hard that I, for the second time in my life, almost experienced a laughing-indued syncope. As I was laughing suddenly everything got very dissociated-feeling, and I did a laugh that I can only describe as feeling like 'more' than normal, which I imagine reflected running out breath. However, because of a conversation I had been having with X earlier, in my state of mind this laughter actually become conceptually orgasmic; I felt as though the normal laughter itself was the build-up, and the point I had reached was the release. I actually felt a strong flow of euphoria coming from me as a part of that last laugh, and that feeling didn't leave me. I continued to laugh in a way that I would almost describe as maniacal because it felt so unbelievably good to do so, like the laughter itself was hitting my brain's reward centers enough to feel like an orgasm. I thought to myself that this feeling must be what people who snap and go laughing mad are chasing.

Since neither of us had had anything to eat before, we decided to order pizza, breadsticks, and cinnamon sticks. I normally would avoid eating such a big meal while tripping, but I actually had work in the morning too and so I thought it might help me get to bed a little more easily when the time for that came. We kept smoking weed in the meantime as well, and our food arrived at about T+4:15. It was a thin crust half ham and pineapple and half pepperoni, bacon, and beef, and it was freaking delicious! As was everything else. When we had gotten back into the house and the light the visuals had calmed down back to what they were before, mostly patterns and distortions. The food had calmed it down even more, and I felt a little sober after we finally finished eating. I decided to load another bowl of weed afterward because of that, and the visuals that were remaining became heavier and more flowing again, though they didn't significantly increase in complexity. After we let the food set in, we went out back to sit in the wind and watch the world morph. The trees in surrounding yards were starting to look look just big morphing fractal blobs (not highly defined), and the thing I enjoyed the most was lying on top of the hot tub and staring up at the sky. Since it was windy the clouds were moving by pretty quickly, and they were taking on various forms like masks, faces, and bodies, though without ever losing the color or texture of clouds. We smoked a little more and just enjoyed this until around T+6:00, when I felt down enough that I needed to try to get some rest for the morning. My friend and I smoked one final bowl so that he could stay up all night enjoying the visualizations in the dark more easily, and then I retired to my bedroom. Once I got there I spent about half an hour texting X about some personal stuff that had been happening over the course of the night as I was tripping, and then I released a little tension (if you know what I mean) a couple of times, after which I quickly passed out. I woke up feeling refreshed and still a bit euphoric, and I did a wake and bake which mostly made me feel high but with a little something 'extra'. I showered which felt great, and then started getting ready for the day while my friend was snoring in the living room.

I really wasn't expecting this to be anything overly intense, but I was definitely pleasently surprised by the power of the experience. It certainly made me think that I should trip in nature in the dark more often. It also continued along with how I've noticed that every single LSD experience seems to build off my previous ones regardless of dose; in some ways it wasn't as strong as my last trip which was like three times higher of a dose, but in many other ways it was actually even stronger. I've definitely never experienced hallucinations which were as real and vivid from any drug experience in the past as I did during this, and that seems to be a continuation of how I had just begun to truly experience that kind of psychedelic delirium for the first time from my last trip. In some ways I felt as though what the LSD was showing me is that from a combination of knowing what to look for and how best to bring it out, I really don't need those high doses to get those same kinds of intense trips anymore if I don't want to take them. This excites me a lot, because I would love to be able to get those kinds of effects from smaller doses of LSD more often. I'm also hoping that this sensitivity will carry over into other psychedelics as well, because I'm really starting to get into a love for experimenting with tryptamines and I want to get the most out of them that I possibly can. This kind of trip I got from the LSD is exactly the kind of thing I've been searching for ever since I first started using psychedelics, as it was always one of my fantasy dreams to wander the spirit world....

Anyway, that about wraps up this experience. It was a very refreshing and fun night. As usual, I can't wait for my next trip!

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 103352

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 10, 2014	Views: 5,138

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Music Discussion (22), Hangover / Days After (46), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

This experience happened about a month ago as of this writing. Around that time all of my trips were starting to follow a theme of being about letting go, and because of that I was starting to get much more of a psychotherapeutic effect out of them than I ever had before. A friend of mine had recommended to me that I read Claudio Naranjo's 'The Healing Journey', so I had ordered it online and it just recently arrived. I decided to sit down with it for the first time today and read the beginning of it, and smoke some weed at the same time. I was getting really into it because I was really high and the things he was talking about reminded me very much of the things I had been thinking lately, and this was getting me into a very open mindset. I was feeling sufficiently stoned enough that I opted to put the book down and meditate instead.

With eyes closed and lying on my back, I repeated this mantra to myself internally of letting go, and it didn't take long for a quick visionary state to suddenly burst through, like hypnagogic hallucinations but enhanced. This had happened to me once before recently, a few days before the last time I took five hits of LSD. Then I had scene city scenes with people rapidly walking around and transforming in them just passing me by in clouds. This time however the focus was largely on hands reaching up and faces behind them, which reminded me very much of my experience smoking salvia on LSD a week before. The whole thing felt very psychedelic, but it didn't last long before just fading back to a regular high. It did leave me very energized though and in a mindset to trip, so I decided to dose on five hits again later that night.

I knew that this was going to be my last trip before going to visit a girl who has changed my life, and that definitely had me in a very positive mood. After I dosed I ended up texting her too which I think boosted my experience as well, until I could feel it start kicking in and then I got in the shower. I don't remember a whole lot about the shower itself other than that the visuals were kicking in very intensely, and I was starting to mumble things to myself very frantically. I finally decided to get out, dry off, and head to bed, where I had my laptop waiting and I had prepared myself some weed to smoke. Once I turned out the lights and got in bed, the first thing I remember is that I just a visionary kind of state. Similarly to my psychedelic weed experience before this last one, the imagery consisted of people running around and doing various movements and creating transforming scenery together. I felt very in but also out of my body at the same time.

I put on some music videos by various female artists who I in some ways felt like both I and the girl I was going to visit might be able to relate to, and that was the general theme for a lot of the night. I continued to smoke weed for a lot of it as well, and as I did so my ego became steadily more dissolved. I could have remembered facts about my life if I really wanted to, but I wasn't too concerned with it at the time. I was actually rather enthralled with the experience of watching the music videos; I was getting the same kind of effect that I had gotten the last time I had taken five hits of LSD, where whenever some kind of concept would enter my mind it would be projected into my mind's eye visually and then a web pattern would grow out of it that connected the original concept to various others that were in some way related to it. This time however this effect was even stronger, and as a result when I would watch the artists in their videos my mind would unload extremely vivid perceptions of how I view their personalities and every concept that my mind directly relates to each aspect of that on to me, and it would make it so that at the time it was actually easier to remember who the arist was and have a grasp of their life to remember who I was. This was allowing me to feel empathy on a level I had never experienced before, and I was filled with an overwhelming love and a desire to make all of those artists' hopes and dreams come true. Upon later reintegration of my own personality and rememberance of my life, this love was then extended to the girl I'm visiting as well. I knew that talking to her before tripping had definitely left an impact on me at this point.

In the meantime, I was consciously perceiving visual distortions on a level unlike anything I've quite ever experienced before. The way I've been describing it was that I felt like I was detecting changes on the neurological correlate of subatomic levels, the point at which you actually view your visual field down to the fabric of reality. What I was seeing was that the visual changes were so detailed and so minute that my reality was coming apart at the seams, and through these cracks that were opening up I could actually see into other dimensions that were holding ours together. Upon close inspection to one of these I found myself to be centered alongside a colossal ring structure of predominantly greens with some blues, purples, and other colors to a lesser extent which extended far into the distance; I was simply located on just one small part of this ring, and it was at that moment that I realized that I was actually grinding along the edge of reality. This ring was actually just the or one of the barriers of existence itself. There were also intense and colorful visions that were playing out along this barrier, but they tend to escape me now. The mindset of what was going on was much more intense for me.

Aside from that, there wasn't too much to say about the rest of the trip. I simply rode these aspects of it out and enjoyed them until they had mostly faded away, and I was left with a good amount of energy for much of the next day. The thing I would say that I got the most from this trip was that I feel like what I was actually experiencing with the empathy is the way I had already built myself up to feeling out of overcoming depression and anxiety, but the LSD was allowing me to experience it for the first time with any associations with my life or past baggage getting in the way. It was definitely a nice refresh in that sense.... Another thing that this trip did is show me a better taste of just how deep visual effects can get, and I'm sure they only go deeper and deeper than that. But this trip definitely even further enhanced my interest in visionary states.

I would have to say that this experience was a pretty good send off before my vacation. I definitely enjoyed it.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 103255

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 16, 2014	Views: 4,527

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

It’s my first summer experimenting with psychedelics and other psychoactive drugs. My friends had had this interest before I felt comfortable with the idea. And we’d finally made plans to trip together; we actually planned on candy flipping.

We were going to this small music festival held at a barn/someone’s house during mid August. I was a bit wary of tripping, I’d never done anything without my boyfriend being around, and we were usually alone together or just at a park together. I’d not let myself appreciate the importance of set and setting… I’d finished a rough week of work and social problems, and my boyfriend had been out of town for weeks.

I wanted to have a good time and didn’t want to spend the night sober. Around 6pm my friend and I dosed. I’d had some blotter left over from a music festival. I thought I had 1 white on white and one purple blotter. They looked different, not purple but grey, so I thought I had the 2 white on white blotters. This was my second mistake… they were 2 of the stronger purple blotter. I’d only planned on taking 1, but since it was the “weaker” one, I took both.

Things got weird pretty quickly… the most abrupt come-up I’d experienced thus far. I don’t remember much, my other friend arrived and took 1 of the same blotter I’d had. Then the three of us who were tripping got a bit antsy because one of our friends just kept saying “You’re fine, you’re fine.” Even though we didn’t feel fine.

I kept being ignored by everyone around me… which was difficult for me because I love interacting with people. I had some visuals, but everything that happened before dusk arrived is a bit fuzzy. I told my friend M that I was getting a bit overwhelmed, and she told me to smoke some weed. I took one hit, felt some immediate relief as I exhaled, but then the panic came back shortly afterward.

As darkness crept in, music was still playing and I was becoming increasingly anxious. I kept getting separated from my friends, and the darkness was a bit scary for me, since I usually tripped during the daylight hours.

I remember little after that. I’d called my boyfriend once I got very nervous and we talked, hearing his voice was the only thing I really understood, as everything around me became so very confusing. There were many people, a lot of cars driving by and lots of lots and sounds. I felt like I was spinning around in circles and during every revolution things were different in the places I’d passed before.

I talked with my boyfriend for a bit but then he needed to go, and I told him I was going to go find my friends. I went into the crowd and found my friend's boyfriend, T, who was sober. I tried to tell him things were going badly and I was a bit nervous but everyone just thought I was worried I wouldn’t make friends, not that my trip was going in the wrong direction.

When the time came, around 9pm, us three got together and decided whether or not to take the beans we’d purchased. Gladly the consensus was no, we were all plenty “out there” and didn’t need any more chemicals.

The whole night is a bit fuzzy, but at some point I went and got T and my friend to get me some juice. I walked around with my juice, a blanket and my cell phone.  We were sitting near the stage when my two friends went away to dance. T also went to follow his girlfriend to dance. I guess I looked ok to everyone, because no one bothered to stick around. My friend from work who I’d been texting showed up, and tried to come over and say hello, but I was afraid of the way he looked and was confused as to what to say.

Eventually I was alone with my juice sitting on a blanket. Then I began to cry and become more confused, since I’d tried telling my friends I needed help but still, no one was listening. I imagined seeing myself laying on this blanket next to this crowd of people… like my vision was floating away but my pain was still inside my body. I didn’t want to let go and see myself… I was afraid of what I might see. I then started to think everyone was staring at me… but a girl did eventually come up to me and asked if I needed anything. I said no thank you, and decided that I needed to move. I wandered around in the crowd, looking for my friends and being overwhelmed by the number of people.

I was crying pretty hard by then and ran into an acquaintance of mine. He was with two other guys. I told him to find my one friend, C. He left me with his two friends, one of which tried to talk me down but I was inconsolable. They found my friend C, but she added to my chaotic state. She just kept mentioning things… saying words that had no connections whatsoever. I walked away again and sat on a blanket.

I was able to call my boyfriend once again. I was next to a barn where a lot of people were hanging out. A guy walked out and peed very close to where I was sitting. I looked at him and his body and his penis reminded me of the penis of a man who sexually assaulted me. This struck fear to my core, and I began to be afraid of the male body. I then thought of how my boyfriend had these same parts, and his voice was no longer my last shred of reality. I couldn’t understand everything he was saying. I saw a cop car on the road but didn’t really register that law enforcement was there, and I was clearly not sober.

After more fuzziness and confusion, my boyfriend convinced me to go to the tent we pitched. It was very dark, as I had no flashlight. I laid in the tent, feeling a bit better, trying to grasp onto the situation. But my waves of what seemed to be insanity kept coming back, pulling me under… I had the thoughts of “I’ll never come out of this” and how nothing I could think of was comforting or safe. I was wondering if I was safe being alone. I began seeing things in the shadows of the tent. I told my boyfriend what we were going to do once we saw each other, as I was excited for it, but my sweet ideas turned into dark and scary thoughts.

My friend came into the tent, C, and was still just speaking words. She never registered that I’d been in there as well. My boyfriend's phone died, and I no longer had anyone to talk to. It was about 11pm at this point. (another major mistake: keeping check on the time) I then decided I needed to pull myself out of this, myself. I’d already been nearing the end of the turbulence, based on the time I dosed. I knew reality was only a few storms away. I told myself my name, my birth date, what I’d ingested, where I was and who I was with. I told myself that I was in control of this, and I could hold on to this awareness if I just concentrated on it, and didn’t let my mind wander. I emerged from the tent once again and went to the stage, to try and dance and find my friends. The uneasiness slowly slid away as I came down and was on the tail end of my trip.

I felt embarrassed about having such a meltdown in front of so many new friends… but by the end of the night I was just trying to be myself. They all understood where I’d been. Once I’d come down I apologized to my boyfriend for making him my lifeline during that time.

The day after I felt weird and very tired from the experience, and still a bit off from all the confusion. I didn’t eat much the day of or after the trip, and felt quite ill the day following.

This was my first very difficult experience… not the first time I’d come across problems with myself (loneliness, insecurities), but the first time I’d been in such a bad place for that to happen. And I’d never been so confused. Usually I’d felt almost in control, but silly. Never again will I underestimate the importance of set and setting.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 80654

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 3, 2015	Views: 2,575

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2.5
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:25
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

It was the perfect night to take LSD. The sky was a beautiful dark purple color and the air was perfectly cool as I pushed my way down the street on my Z-Flex cruiser skateboard. I watched the holographic pattern of the skateboard company's logo that shifted color, unaware that my entire world would soon be shrouded in a similar effect. I crossed the street out of my neighborhood and met up with my close friend (let's call him S) who was meeting me halfway to talk about what we were going to do that night. He told me that he brought the 5 hits of acid that he had bought recently from a reliable source. He also said that his friend had tripped in front of him on the same acid and that he had a very good experience, so I was reassured that it would be safe to take it. S was debating on whether he wanted to take acid and trip at my house, which we had been putting off for a while, or whether he wanted to go to a party and see a girl that he was interested in. I eventually convinced S to take the doses with me because I was leaving for college very soon and I had never tripped before.

We stopped behind a building and quickly took our 2 1/2 hits each. The paper tasted very bad for some reason, but I didn't mind, I knew it would be more than worth enduring the taste. S and I skated down a back road en route to my house with a new energy in us and the blotter under our tongues. He looked at me and said, 'You know this can be a life changing drug?' I knew that it was. I had done much research on LSD and I believed that I was thoroughly prepared for it.  The only part that concerned me was the anxiety one may feel when first feeling the effects of the drug, but this was in the back of my mind.  We had plenty of water, a great atmosphere, and a plethora of great records waiting for us at my house, so I was sure that it would be a great experience.

We arrived at my house and locked the door behind us. My house felt like a sanctuary and I knew that it would carry us safely through the trip somehow. The earthy colors gave it a feeling of warmth and protection. We went up the hall and into my bedroom, where we would be spending the majority of the night.  It had only been about 25 minutes since we took the drug and we were not yet feeling it's effects. We decided to smoke a king sized joint that I had with some very good weed in it that I had rolled for just such an occasion. We very much wanted to increase the strength of the trip.

The window was our choice of exit onto my back deck. It's actually a very convenient feature, there's sort of an alley way on my back deck that stretches around the side of the house to my room. We used this as our entry way in and out of the house so we could relieve ourselves occasionally from all the water we'd be drinking. We did this because the bathroom in my house is very close to my parents room, and we did not want to disturb them with flushing all night. One of them awaking to my friend and I tripping in the house would not be good. Anyways, we went to the screened in room that I have on my deck to avoid mosquitoes and turned a couple of chairs around so that we had a view of my lake as we smoked the joint.

I lit up the joint and S and I shared a conversation as we passed the joint back and forth. We talked about how beautiful it was out that night. The moon was a waning crescent and was sheathed by passing clouds on and off. The purple sky reflected on the lake along with the orange lights of the house across the way as the lake rippled slightly. It had been about 45 minutes since we took the acid and we could definitely tell that something big was on the way. It almost felt like the anticipation of it was causing it to delay longer. We went inside and turned on my Xbox and played a game called Skate. We took turns playing but about 15 minutes later the game began to look strange. It was very fake and pixelated even though I knew it was a very realistic game. I turned off the game and put some television channel on, however I wasn't even really watching it and I turned the volume all the way down.

S and I knew we needed some music as a strange feeling crept up on my senses. I felt like all my troubles had been washed away. All of the stress in my life seemed so insignificant compared to life itself. I verbalized this to S and he agreed. We were both very euphoric and I felt connected to everything around me and especially to S. I felt like we were both very connected. I think this is because we both verbalized a lot of our feelings and explained our visuals to one another and the critical thinking of the LSD allowed us to understand the one another's feelings very well. I believe we got many of the same visual effects as a result of so much explanation to one another. However, the one thing I did not expect about the trip is that I had no anxiety build up prior to the trip. I was very thankful.

S and I were on our way up to the peak with the Beatles' Magical Mystery Tour record playing in the background, which seemed to be extremely loud even on the lowest volume. S and I had planned to listen to the this record on repeat while tripping. It had some very strange songs on it and it really made me appreciate the creativity that went into it. Our entertainment for the night was the music, a very intricate laser light that S had, and the two large mandala tapestries on my wall. Blue and orange respectively, each tapestry had rings of elephants and other indian themed images that seem to spiral into the center. At this point my vision was almost blurry. Everything had a soft light to it and there was a halo effect around every edge of every object in the room. I looked at S and my vision became tripled. There were two silhouetted layers of my friends entire body sort of overlaid on himself but an inch to the right for each layer. It was like looking through 3D glasses in a way. My focus was very acute and it seemed kind of like I was looking through a microscope when I focused on an object very close to my face.

And then we began laughing. The laughter started out with a some chuckles until eventually we were both rolling on the floor just from the sheer giddiness we got from the trip. I felt as if my entire body was made of laughter and I had to squeeze it all out until the laughter filled the room. Everything was very dreamlike at this point as well and there were amazing trails every time I moved my hands or any object.

The mandalas were the most spectacular thing I had seen so far. They were completely holographic. The large rings and the separating rings between them on the tapestries all seemed to be moving and interlocking, but breathing at the same time. There was also a kind of rhythm to everything. The drums in the song would beat and the room would beat and the tapestries would beat and my heart would beat, all at the same time. It was like everything was in unison, moving and working together. I was sitting in a little bowl shaped comfortable chair and S was laying on my bed looking up at the orange tapestry and constantly shining his bright green laser light. It was very fun to watch. There were hundreds of little green laser dots that would break apart, fly around each other like little atoms and come back together, only to explode again. All this was done by turning a little ring on the laser light. We were very occupied by it for a while.

S and I had very full bladders by now because we had been drinking water heavily. We were also sweating and wanted some fresh air. We were around the plateau of the trip at this point and the waves were coming on and off steadily. We ducked through the window and walked out to the deck. Outside was so peculiar, it felt like another world. The purple of the sky and reflection on the lake had intensified and now the clouds swirled around the moon in patterns I'd never imagined. We gazed for a good 10 minutes and forgot completely what we were doing. I took notice of how there were different colored lights coming from different parts of the horizon. S and I tried to guess their origins. It felt like a very important thing at the time. A wave began to the hit us hard and a red light in the sky intensified, which was very strange. We headed back to the safety of my room.

We listened to some more records and enjoyed the visuals we had left. My thought was very deep at this point as was S's. S and I began to contemplate many things but I realized that he could not verbalize his thoughts as well as I could.  I think it's because I am a more analytical person than S. He does not assess the situation that he's in, he sort of just experiences it without thinking about it very hard. Either way we had a great conversation that may have been gibberish for all I know, I can't remember most of it.

As we were coming down we put in The Doors movie with Val Kilmer portraying Jim Morrison. It was a very strange movie to begin with but the lingering effects of the acid made it stranger. I had watched the movie many times before but I still enjoyed it because it was about one of my favorite poets of all time and Val Kilmer does such a good job impersonating him. S and I weren't very tired but it was about 5 in the morning and we decided to try to sleep. I gave him a blanket to relax on the couch and then retired to my room.

I couldn't sleep at all so I layed awake reading about others experiences with LSD and other psychedelics and studying up on random facts that I find interesting about music, art, or whatever else is on my mind. I woke S up a couple hours after he went to sleep and took him home. I still felt a connection with him as we drove to his house listening to some feel good music. We said our goodbyes and I drove home with all new ideas in my mind about life, love, spirituality, connections between people, and the way we perceive our world. It took a little while to come back to reality fully, but it was worth it. I'd like to think that I had a very classic LSD experience and it truly changed my life for the better. I would very much like to try it again and think even more critically.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 97336

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jun 18, 2014	Views: 11,353

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


		 DOSE:

		 500 ug

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

I've had quite a few experiences with LSD at a 0.5mg dosage that I want to share.

There are two kinds of trips at that dosage - either I 'break through' or not. A break through trip includes a out-of-body experience. Extremely intense, sometimes frightening, confusing. What follows is the 'interesting' part, a description of a break through experience.

I remember 'seeing' the machine language of my mind. Cogwheels, connections everywhere, I saw how my mind works. Is is very hard to describe, if you have never experienced it yourself.

During this time I was no longer aware of my body, who I am, where I was. I was unable to move or talk, I only experienced. This lasted maybe 2 or 3 hours. Then I 'woke up', I was reborn. Everything was completely overwhelming. I was afraid of the background noise of my computer, a very 'alien' sound. It felt like I was a little baby again, that experiences the world for the first time, unfiltered, everything is new. Extremely confusing.

Around 6 or 7 hours into the trip I was able to properly stand up and trying to collect my thoughts (extremely hard, everything was still very overwhelming to me).

I managed to write a friend on IRC, which helped me a lot. I felt very 'numb' during this time, as if I had no emotions. Then suddenly I was able to recall memories from my childhood, my family, and everything returned to me at once, emotions were intensified to a unimaginable degree. I must have spent a few hours crying ;)

The world is a beautiful place. The existence of life is magical. Love is the most important part in it.

9 or 10 hours after I took the LSD (it was around midnight by now), I went for a long walk. A dark night, it was raining, yet I was 'calm', I nearly felt invincible, filled with wisdom, I knew what to do and how to do it. I saw patterns everywhere. I learned about the potential of the human brain, I could access it all. I was not afraid, there was a 'map' in my mind. However, my steps felt very 'mechanic', they were all identical, like my abilities were reduced to the most basic, machine-like level.

That must have been my most introspective experience on a psychedelic drug so far. That trip pulled me out of a nasty depression, like a spark of life planted inside of me. I certainly plan on repeating to take high doses of LSD, if I feel the need for it.

Oh, I didn't mention visuals at all so far. After I was 'reborn', the visuals were not very intense, at least compared to higher doses of 2C-B and other very visual substances. Maybe I didn't notice them because I was barely able trying to collect my thoughts.

Although, on my walk (remember, it was night), when I came across a silvan area, I looked at the ground, and suddenly it started moving and shaking. I saw snakes, millions of them, moving towards me. I'm a little afraid of sneaking reptiles, so this experience caused a little panic attack, which lasted only a few seconds until I realized that it was just the hallucinations. In this moment however, I felt like my whole brain was activated at once, and I had only a single thought: RUN. Well, I did. Intense!

Now the 'boring' part, what happens when I take 500μg LSD and don't break through?

Well, I'm much more in control of the trip. The visuals are just as intense as if I break through, but there is way less 'mindfuck' in general. It's pretty much like a 200μg trip on steroids, but not on a whole different mind-shattering level. Of course it is still very intense and not something one should spontaneously do for fun, but a experienced tripper can handle this level of intensity without freaking out. It's possible to hold a conversation if needed (although I wouldn't recommend it), play games, just listen to music etc.

As always I find it's lots of fun to smoke Cannabis on LSD (they have such a insanely good synergy), on any dose really, even a high dose one.

It always helps me with 'filtering' out some nonsense thoughts, enhances the euphoria by a lot and makes the trip more easy going - probably not for others unless you're a frequent smoker though ;)

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 104155

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Oct 14, 2015	Views: 4,254

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Depression (15), Entities / Beings (37), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 8.5 g
		 oral
		 Kratom
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 0:00
		 110 mg
		 oral
		 5-MAPB
		 (capsule)

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

		   T+ 1:39
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 28:51
		 2 mg
		 insufflated
		 Pharms - Buprenorphine
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 28:51
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 0:00

		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00

		 Tryptophan - 5-HTP
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   112 lb

Note: I wrote this report while I was under the influence of these substances, so about 3.5 hours in, a lot of my writing becomes gibberish-like. I have decided to include these entries, but I will leave out all the writing that doesn't even look like the Roman alphabet. Or any other alphabet I'm familiar with, for that matter. I put quotation marks around the sentences that sound like intoxication rather than analysis because some of it is hilarious.

*Materials used:

-predose of 8.5g (a heavy dose) of Red Vein Thai kratom powder

-750mcg of LSD on blotters

-110mg of 5-MAPB, orally

-about 0.5g of some high-grade cannabis (Strawberry Cough)

-I had also been taking 5-HTP in the morning for the past two weeks in

the hopes of building up my serotonin supply.

T-00:15 (2:45PM) Ingested 8.5g of Red Vein Thai kratom powder.

T+00:00 (3PM) ingested a capsule of 110mg of 5-MAPB and set aside another 25mg in case a booster is needed later. After this I placed 3 tabs of LSD (750 micrograms) under my tongue. I originally bought a 10-strip of this acid and tested out 3 hits about a month and a half ago. Very, very good acid.

T+00:20 Kratom is definitely kicking in. It's been a long time since I took kratom or any pharmaceutical opiates, so 8.5g is very, very strong. I'm having a tiny bit of trouble keeping my eyes open. I am extra relaxed and just the slightest bit euphoric, with a stupid grin on my face. This is the best way I have ever decided to start a trip, by far.

T01:03 First alerts, probably from the 5-MAPB, as this particular batch of acid takes a long time to fully come up. The kratom was SUCH a good idea; normally at this point I would have a lot of nervous energy. No signs of visuals yet. I feel almost tired; not exhausted but just comfortable and amazingly mellow. I would normally be chain-smoking bowls of bud to ease the discomfort of coming up, but with the kratom in my system, everything feels perfect.

T01:25 Coming up on the 5-MAPB quickly! Wiggly eyes and relaxation even greater than what I already feel from the kratom. There are patterns, like simple computer graphics that mimic textiles (think Windows 3.1) that move slowly to and fro when I close my eyes. I know for a fact that the 5-MAPB is starting and is going to be an intense experience because I'm already experiencing the hallmark short-term memory loss that 5-MAPB so consistently provides.

I know for a fact that the 5-MAPB is starting and is going to be an intense experience because I'm already experiencing the hallmark short-term memory loss that 5-MAPB so consistently provides.

 I'm also occasionally spelling words backwards or out of order while I write this report by hand. I feel like I'm starting to come up on the lucy, too, so I'm gonna smoke a bowl and put some music on. This is just starting to become intense, in the good way! I briefly considered adding methylone (bk-MDMA, M1) to the mix after the 5-MAPB kicked in, just to add a little bit of energy, but as I was about to write the word 'methylone,' I got a small surge of energy and alertness; I won't be napping through any of this trip, after all, hooray!

*[Note: I'm getting a lot of ideas for photography, screenprinting, drawing, and other art projects so freely; I am of course writing them all down. 'The trance begins...'] (Seriously, 'the trance begins?' I wrote that?!)

T01:39 The acid is definitely coming on. Today will be amazing, I have no doubt. Still feel so euphoric and almost lazy but with a gentle push from the 5-MAPB. Time to smoke that bowl, finally. Also need to secure more buds for the evening. So, SO blissful and alert. Since the acid is already creeping in, I'm going to just chew and swallow these blotters in my mouth.

T02:00 This is beyond words! I'm well, well experienced with LSD on its own and in combination with shrooms. I'm also very experienced with 5-MAPB, real MDMA, and even methylone, both alone and in combination with mushrooms. But until today I had never tried candyflipping. I can't believe how early in the experience it is when I analyze all my feelings; there's just so much there, constantly changing and developing. The visual content hasn't even started yet!

T02:20 Very sensitive to temperature. Rolling in the wintertime always presents this challenge. Heater, then AC, then heater again. LSD visuals have definitely started. It feels now that I'm beginning to feel the acid more, like it's got control over the slightly scatterbrained nature of rolling. My eyes still wiggle like crazy now and again, but I have the unmistakable sensation of settling into one of the most important experiences of my life. The beginning visual effects of the LSD do seem somewhat enhanced by the 5-MAPB. It's very difficult to describe, and I'm still trying to decide how it really feels. It's like normal LSD visuals, but exaggerated or made repetitive; things trailing into infinity then trailing back into reality, no longer moving. The closed eye visuals are the most impressive. I mentioned that I was getting a lot of ideas for art projects earlier. Well, right now, all I have to do to get those ideas and that creativity is close my eyes, pay attention, and try to write down some of the things I saw as quickly as possible. The closed eye visuals were reminiscent of, in my opinion, combining Syrian rue tea with psilocybin mushrooms: very rapidly changing, full of interacting figures rather than objects or simple patterns; almost narrative. I thank the Universe for these ideas and this experience.

T+02:35 Everything is incredible. I cannot believe how much synergy exists between these two substances because this is ALL brand-new territory for someone who generally takes a handful of LSD each weekend and MDMA or 5-MAPB once every other month or so. I also consider myself a very open person, socially and emotionally; still, this experience feels like emotional rebirth. My mind has been here, but this is new emotional terrain, and it's so RICH!

T+02:50 The LSD has definitely settled in now. I feel slightly more conservative than before, emotionally speaking. This feels more like the intellectual side of a high-dose LSD experience. The ecstasy feelings are still in place, just not as much of a focal point as the visuals I'm starting to have. I honestly feel like this experience, this combination, has more depth - in a certain capacity - than hippieflipping (MDMA + mushrooms). I'm such an anxious person usually (I'm prescribed Xanax, a lot of it), but right now I can see through it and analyze it objectively. This experience feels like it has about 5 years' worth of psychotherapy packed into every single minute of it.

Glorious. Healing.

T+03:10 This experience feels thoroughly like 'exactly what I've been looking for' with regards to psychedelics. If any of my experiments with any psychedelics have ever needed to be documented on websites like Erowid, it is definitely the one I'm having right now. This is beyond unique, and infinitely more understated than novelty - 'this is the end of the chapter (in terms of empathogens, anyway).' This is my 'it.' And yet the LSD visuals are only beginning!

T+03:30 'As someone who much, MUCH prefers LSD to MDMA, I still have to say AGAIN that the synergy happening in this experiment is nothing short of perfection.

T+03:38 'I'm really not a hippie, but this experience is definitely the closest I'll ever be to one.'

T+03:47 I have to admit that this experience as a whole is much more reminiscent of rolling rather than tripping. But don't get me wrong, it's an incredible middle ground; it's still very, very trippy, much more psychedelic than 5-MAPB on its own. 'It feels like my interior is growing rather than my comprehension of the exterior.'

T+04:12 'What did people do before these two substances existed?!'

T+04:27 This must be the peak of the acid, or maybe the peak of this whole experiment, because I am easily lost, distracted, even at times just inexplicably confused. And that's great, because my dog is begging me to take him outside, NOW. This will be an interesting walk!

T+04:35 The walk went fine. I didn't run into any neighbors (it's almost 8PM and freezing cold outside), so I just watched the gentle wind running through the grass in my apartment complex's courtyard.

This was probably the height of the visual component of this experience. It was so peaceful to just be with my dog, whom I love infinitely, watching the grass wave and warp and delicately swirl in and out of psychedelia.

T+05:20 The last hour has been nothing but joyful, colorful, happy confusion. Again, closer to rolling than tripping. What would normally cause me to get introspective on LSD by itself is, during this experience, casually dismissed almost instinctively. I can feel the acid in full force, but the 5-MAPB definitely dominates; however, the acid does seem to *influence* the effects of the 5-MAPB. Good thing I'm prescribed Xanax because this combination is pretty stimulating.

'Although there is [?] : for its weekigobbandy

winto te ... yeah yeah,

and tip for mom

SERIOUSY WHATFUK?

I coud jst to mere.'

'JAVE UT EASKI' [The only foreign language I speak is Russian, and

that isn't Russian; your guess is as good as mine.]

I don't remember what I was thinking about when I wrote that last bit, at all. Kinda embarrassing. Anyway, that's all I could get out during the candyflip, but I did write some notes the next day.

THE NEXT DAY 01/03/2015

T+20:00 I slept well with the help of my Xanax, although I didn't have to take as much as I normally do for insomnia; I was very, very relaxed, just a bit stimulated. I still have the warmth, tranquility and optimism from the 5-MAPB. The acid is all gone, but I still see slowly changing patterns when I close my eyes. Realization that I wrote and/or communicated a lot of gibberish last night. [If you thought that one paragraph was nonsensical, then you should see some of my text streams!] I check my cell phone's call log: no calls to or from parents or family, thank god!

T+23:27 I'm now at work, getting a helluva lot done, actually. I did take 5-HTP, ginseng, and ginkgo biloba. I was looking to curb any negative effects from rolling, but I guess I ended up adding another peak to it. So incredibly relaxed but mentally very clear and alert. I feel so optimistic.

T+28:51 I was feeling normal again... Still very upbeat but not re-peaking like I was a few hours ago. UNTIL I bought a Suboxone tablet. I'm not a fan of popping pills, but this needed to happen to finally make everything wind down and leave me sober-ish and ready for bed. So I drove back home from work and crushed about 2mg of the Suboxone pill. [NOTE: I don't drive impaired, but I got plenty of sleep, and my vision had gone back to normal. Please don't drive on ecstasy. And note that I was not intoxicated but merely had a wonderful afterglow going on.] So I snorted that and smoked a bowl of Strawberry Cough. When I finished the bowl, I got up to cook some dinner, and it hit me yet AGAIN! This time it's much, much more mellow. 'I still halfway' ... [?]

T+31:22 I'm nodding out, big-time. I think the roll is finally over. Strange - I took what is considered a moderate dose. The high end of moderate, but still. Time for my nighttime Xanax because my back hurts, and I have a very slight headache. That was definitely caused by having absolutely NO appetite for a day and a half. Time to go microwave the food I cooked 4 hours ago. Goodnight and safe travels!

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 105269

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 29

Published: Oct 15, 2015	Views: 5,359

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LSD (2), 5-MAPB (624) : Glowing Experiences (4), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

This given day began upon an atmosphere of intense anticipation. I was anticipating my first LSD trip. I had experienced mushrooms and some more mild hallucinogens prior to this day, and considered myself ready for a day of consciousness expansion and to perhaps learn something new. I picked up my friend C from his house around 10:30 in the morning and we drove over to my other friend T's house. T has a garage with colorful spray paint on the walls and instruments everywhere. Not to mention an amazing neon clock which has a circular neon tube around it that illuminates the whole room with a green glow. In short, a perfect place to have a trip. No worries, nothing negative, and a lot of scenery to look at.

We had procured 6 sugar cubes a week earlier, and so at 10:45 we took our doses.

C took 4 hits, and T and myself took 1 each. (These cubes were not precisely measured, so I perhaps had a hit and a half in mine, because I tripped harder than T.) We sat around in the garage waiting for the onset. In about 30-40 minutes we started feeling the trademarked anxiety and anxiousness. It was definitely not a bad feeling, we just felt a general change in consciousness slowly beginning and the anticipation of a good trip. We noticed C coming up way faster and were not surprised, he was already extremely out of it when I had just began to feel the onset. He kept saying, 'do you see this and this,' and we reminded him that he took much more than us.

At 1 hour, C was laying on the couch enjoying his visuals and mindset, and me and T still didn't feel the full effects. We decided to start drawing to pass the time. By this time I already felt a mood lift and my emotions were all over the place. It felt much easier to laugh, and as I was drawing these feelings intensified. Did I mention this whole time we had psychedelic trance or psy-dub such as Ott, and Shpongle.

I began attempting to draw sound, as I felt some sensory confusion. I noticed my perception of color was intensified and I was immensely aware of what I was drawing. I kept repeating, something is missing, and then I realized we had no red marker. At this point it had been around an hour and a half, and C had finally rejoined us and was watching us drawing, remarking on how intense the drawings looked. In 15 minutes we had pretty much lost our attention span for drawing, and my trip was going strong. Colors were bright and vibrant as expected off of one hit, and I noticed the walls pulsating minutely. We found it extremely easy to laugh and were laughing at stuff on the walls. At one point we just all looked at each other and laughed because nobody could find the right words to communicate with, but we were all thinking alike. At another point I went to the bathroom and just laughed at myself in the mirror, for no reason.

I looked out the window at the sunny day and determined we needed to go outside on an 'adventure.' The others agreed, and I poked my head out the window in the garage. I was awe-struck by the beauty of the sunny day, and we remarked that it was like another dimension outside. The colors of plants and flowers shown out remarkably and it was impossible not to smile and laugh. It was then I realized how precious nature is to mankind. We climbed up the hill in T's backyard and went out to the open space preserve behind his fence. It was a small space with a few trees and after getting hit with wispy tree branches, we soon decided to go back in. When we crossed back into the indoor dimension I noticed a few more visual disturbances. The walls now were pulsating and rippling, and all the colors of spray paint seemed to be battling each other for dominance of the wall. I looked at the rug below me and this same effect was happing except it was moving more rapidly. I looked at the chair that I was sitting on and noticed its leg's were no longer straight, but they were curving slightly, the same went for any straight line in the room.

At this time me and C were tripping hardest, and T was at the lowest intensity. We went walking out on the suburban streets of the town. (T lived in the most upper class neighborhood of our city.) We were laughing at how confined and annoyed most people who drove by were. They were all businessman or snobby rich people frantic to get somewhere. Everyone seemed generally pissed off and always looked at us with distaste. We went down a very steep hill in the neighborhood, and laughed greatly at a huge yellow sign that said 'SLOW DOWN.' We found it odd that the sign writers didn't care who was going down the hill, and they were just excercizing their authority telling whoever is going down the hill to SLOW DOWN. We decided that it should've been written as 'Decrease your speed by 1 mile an hour.' We were extremely happy and content and the body high in this trip was amazing. We noted that clothes and shoes felt like a nuisance, however we still had enough sense to keep them on. We wandered around enjoying the scenery and bright sunny day, and remembered our acuaintance that lived nearby.

We showed up at his door and found him extremely stoned. T decided to buy a 10 sack off him, and I agreed, not being able to find a 'why not' type of reason. We attempted to understand some great mysteries of life and found ourselves mind boggled. The concept of time was greatly difficult to wrap our minds around, as we found that it was only 2 at this time and we had only been tripping for a couple hours. Walking back up the same enormous hill, T remarked that the SLOW DOWN sign should say 'Decrease your speed by one inch per minute.' We found this statement confusing and hillarious. Back at the house I found myself feeling empty and generally odd. During the trip my mind was scattered and I couldn't tell what emotions or feelings I was experiencing, but C had a hunch that we were hungry and thirsty. After eating some microwave burritos and 'pizzas' we felt amazing.

I found it interesting that the cheap man-made factory produced food felt non-wholesome, and that we were doing ourselves a disservice by eating it. We kept looking at the bubbling greasy pizza and saying, 'should I eat this? It might hurt me or something.' This was generally the moment where we began coming down, and after looking at some psychedelic art (Alex Grey) and watching visualizers, we were finally arriving back to reality. (At least enough to know how we were feeling and what was going on around us.) I realized I had work in 45 minutes so I took C home and went to work. For the three hours at work I still felt odd, and generally just out of it. My mind had a million things to think about and was going in several directions at once.

I made it through work just fine and went back over to T's house. After smoking our green from earlier, we sat in the garage and finished our artwork from earlier. MJ made it easier to find more things to fill up the blank portions. All in all it was a pleasant trip. Let me add that the title of this experience comes from a moment where we were sitting in the garage singing along to the preprogrammed songs that T's keyboard came with. C was laughing and remarked 'what are these songs!? How do you classify these?' They were children's songs such as 'when the saints go marching in, and I've been workin' on the railroad,' and T replied. 'They are songs that define life, songs that define purity.' And we all laughed.

It was an amazing day and I realized in the end how lucky we all are to be alive, and the human mind is a remarkable thing, and there are many parts of it that we cannot understand or experience unless they are unlocked by an external medium. This world can be an amazing place if we all choose to make it happen. Wish much peace and love to everyone.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66300

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 21, 2015	Views: 2,444

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 4:00
		   fruits
		 oral
		 Poppies - Opium
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 4:00
		 3 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:00
		   fruits
		 oral
		 Poppies - Opium
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 8:45
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

Okay so I had three hits of liquid dropped onto altoids. I dont know how much LSD there was on these things but it's the strongest acid I've ever had.   One of the altoids broke into about 3/4s a third of that right before work. For some reason I didnt feel it strongly, maybe it just didnt get soaked in that place.  At 11:00 PM I drop 2 altoids.  I get off of work at midnight.  In 30 minutes I start to feel it coming up and start watching these trippy videos on youtube.  I remember telling myself 'Wow, look at the colors' and couldnt believe I was seeing them in a black and white youtube video.   At 11:45 I am seeing tracers HARDCORE.  I'm moving around the mouse at the computer and the tracers are unbelievabley strong and it's getting hard to think.  I'm thinking I timed this just about right.  I finish closing up but I fumble around a little and the security guard might of thought something a little strange was happening to me, I think mostly because I didnt want to make eye contact,  My pupils must have been dialated as hell.

So I leave work and I'm exstatic.  The ground seems so strange, like it's made out of plastic, the way the lamp's light reflected off of it made it seem so. and I the last patrons from where I work pass me I believe, while I purposely try not to make eye contact.  I just want to go home and trip, alone. On the walk home there is a building with three blue mercury lights that must have been at least 400 watts each, I can't tell you how surreal this all looked.  It all looked SUPER CRYSTAL CLEAR.  Oh my god, it was as if you were looking at a computer generated picture at an incredibely high resolution around the likes of 2048 x whatever else or a 500 Megapixel camera.

It was the day after Halloween and the guy working the card slider is wearing a witches outfit, and I dont know if it was the acid but the lighting seemed lower than usual.  The elevator door opens to my floor and everybody is on my floors lounge playing wii in the lounge and I just go straight to my room.  I could barely speak at this point.  I get inside my room and turn off the lights.  I can't play this off, there is strain in my voice and I can't concentrate so I try to act as if im going asleep cause everyone is awake from football game that apparently just let out.  It's a dark room with only the light from underneath the door and my computer and alarm clock illuminating the place.  Before long I'm seeing everything as if there is much, MUCH more light in there because my pupils are dialated and catching more light, but not only that, I'm seeing this myriad of colors as if there is a kaladiascope candle burning in my room.  I marvel at this wondering how much stronger it's going to get.

I eventually turn on the lights, and I think, OK what am I going to do?  I'm in stupor for a few minutes and then I do what comes naturally.  I take off all my clothes. I look at myself in the mirror and appreciate how aesthetically built I look, but there was a point where I pondered myself looking warped and told myself I wouldn't go down that route. I started doing thise weird movements as if I was in a rave, or some mystical experience, kinda like that red hot chili peppers video where they're in silver and in a dessert.  It feels so good, like I'm doing yoga or something, and it feels natural.

Chronologically it's been accurate up to this point.  I have to use the restroom so I go outside my room and it's like 1:30 am and everybodies up!  This never happens.  I in another world and the guy adjacent to me passes and say 'Whats up?'  with the most devilish eyes I can muster.  I felt like he know and I wanted to smother any possibility of getting caught.  But we pass.  And I take a leak.  It seems like everybody is awake and I came out of my room with only blue jeans tied around my waste.  I feel so powerful and connected to the earth for some reason.

I go back to my room and get paranoid about that guy I gave the evil look too.  I picture a set of events and believe the police are outside my door, like I KNEW all the events that lead up to this point clairvoyently.  I also have had papaver somniforem pods in my room and maybe some xanax or something, I could get in trouble for this.  I honestly contemplate everything out right there, I debate it in my mind asking myself what I want to do with my life and that all this could hinder my future. I start speaking in spanish saying 'mi futuro' and decide my future is more important than some silly drugs.  It's a very profound debate asking myself what I want to do with my life and I just feel like I want to be a Zapatista, I'd be happy living in some autonomous farming region free from capatalistic exploition for someone's profit, I feel at one with this archetype of an earthy rebellious autonomous farmer warrior.  My face looks warped as I grin.  I have a nice smile and back in the day people used to call me 'the grinch' when I smoked pot, but I found a new philosophy here.  A new profound way of life and told myself no matter what I do, I love what being a zapatista describes.  I debated this for over an hour and I scribble things in my notebook which I'll post later in the story.

It's about 2:45 or 3 in the morning when I said 'I want this to end', so I grab an opium poppy pod and as I do I hear the delicate thing shake, like a baby's rattle and I picture in my heads thousands of generations of humans or their descendants shaking this death rattle proclaiming superior her queen, the china white, opium.  It was evil and never felt a presence like this, it's was so much like an evil spirit I called it a demon.  But I succombed and rationalized I just dont want to feel this acid anymore and chew on a pod, I let the demon inside me and say 'This isn't so bad'.  and I chew about 3 when I start feeling the effects of the opium.  At this point I feel like I am descending into the underworld or the jewish shoal which is a deep hole in the ground.  It feels like you could be sleeping in shit and be relatively pacified with this bullshit drug, but it's helping me come down off this fucking acid. I consume more pods just wanting this trip to end and go to bed and its around three when I feel the acid less and go downstraires to bumb a cigerette off someone hopefully.

I see a friend I talk to, and im kinda quite, still unable to speak in coherence.  I greet this friend with heartfealt reasurence and ask him if I could buy some ciggeretes off him, and he tells me hell just give me some.  I can't speak much and he tries to tell me about this psychelic shirt he just bought for 12$ which is how much I bought the acid for and I look at him funny because that's how much each hit of acid was, I'm thinking 'He's got to know im on this shit.'  and I tell him 'really cause im on acid.' and he makes a big hoopla about it trying to trip me out for about 5 seconds and tell him 'nah dude, please don't' so he backs off and we laugh.  He tells me about how he tried 2c-I or some shit one time and felt the same.  He tells me about how he can get a gram of shrooms for 5$ and I tell him, I just wish I could go to sleep.  The first two hours were awsome, but acid lasts a long time, too long.

I smoke about 3 cigs and go back upstairs to my drug haven of opium poppies which look so fucking incriminating like some morbid bouquet of edgar allen poe.  I chew on some more poppies just wishing to go to sleep and at around 5 in the morning I put on some music and I want to listen to something light, not anything like infected mushroom that sounds brilliant when you're sober (The messenger.. w00t!).  I decide to put on one of my favorite videos 'God is God' by Juno Reactor which will give you nightmares sober.  The video is even better on acid.

I just pretty much chill till about 7:45 and go downstaires to smoke my last cigerette.  The sunrise is fucking beutiful.  I stare at it thinking about if the storys of kids on acid staring at the sun and burning out their corneas are true so i look away and notice a jet that looks like a fucking space shuttle shooting to outside the atmosphere in jets of smoke.  It's utterly amazing how everything looks so clear, I've never had acid like this before.

I go to the cafeteria and make some waffles and drown them in butter.  I feel the opium and the acid and feel like I can finally go to bed soon.  I couldn't feel the second waffle and head back to my room to try to get some sleep.  I think I listened to some infected mushroom at around this time but it didn't sound as good as it does sober. I finally go to bed.

This is what I wrote on acid in my notebook:

'Este (this) thank you LSD for letting me feel a conxtion'

'Trash everything.  I don't have anything except myself, e' encontre (I found)...'

'Cuero mi futuro ( I want my future).  Q mal orita arriva de me (How about it is right now over me).'

'WHAT I SEE RIGHT NOW!!!!'

'Opium leafs on top of my 'Rules and Tools for Leaders''.

I see fucking msuhrooms &amp; I dont want any of that shit - adios.

What I see is bad

what is everything i dont want it anymore

My love for drugs has gotten me here.

'I need to get some excercise'  (LOL)

OK I found another notebook with other stuff wrote seemingly chronologically before this:

sever your self off from

- 'Those people'

- The I-Net

-Cut all that shit away from you.

This drug, hard to believe less than 2 hours agoo.... I WAS SCOFFING AT IT!!!

I was saying how a few molecules can make you fell...  you know... how you are on drugs  [I was scoffing at the potency of micrograms of LSD]

And dude

-sever your shit away from all this crap right now!

This pen &amp; paper:

A prison, a state of mind,

or an entire fucking enviroment

man this is weird

it's just so artificial

like, man, i do have issues

at that's the real psycho (?)

What kind of warped view did I have of the military?  What am I thinking when it comes to 'professionalism'

It's almost like WTF is wrong with me

Now dont throw all this out like some 'I HATE STRUCTURE' being

It's childish

How do I look in other peoples eyez?

There is some dark stuff here.

It's like im living like JFK here

What makes me put my head up to the table?

I feel like Kenned, but it's a delusion based on reality.

Like that girl I helped in a whelchair...

Fucking perversion.

[And this came written feeling the opium at at least 5 am]

I lost.  I susseeded to the princess white who rattles the sweet.

I get off on feeling like shit.

I get off on

How in that movie I kept thinking

AN ALCOHOLIC SUCKING ON AN

INFANTS BOTTLE OF WHISKEY

So to have I banged those assuring &amp; peacefull somas

Inside an empty cush pod.

I need to wake up and not let

This apathy win.  I just want to eat right now,

but I need to be awake on the fact that my grades have not been the best this semester because of xanax &amp; whatever!

Acid splits your mind like wide open

How can this shit be enjoyable?

regardless if anything i learned

I need to call my mother,

dont go in or troddiing aling with no purpose,

ADDICTION AND NO PLAN!!  I have to take responsibility.

I feel like such an addict right now ehose been through (going)

rehab.  I just want a waffle right now.

DONT YOU EVER FORGET

HOW THOSE PODS SEEMED

LIKE A DEVIL.

EVIL.

YOU ALLOWED YOURSELF TO BE TAKEN AND YOU ATE.

DON'T YOU EVER FORGET LOOSING AT THEM AND FEELING THEIR DEMONISH PRESENCE.  CHINA WHITE.

It's a trap.

You could feel rattling those

pods centuries past.  Evolution and

countles told of their story

-shake-shake-shake

-i-give-up-

(to-you-)

I only bought these opium pods one time and its not my thing though it felt OK, It does feel like a trap.  Ive been through some trauma and wonder if maybe I shouldnt honestly be on xanax but i abuse that crap regardless. Opium felt like you could be laying in crap and you'd be content and that's not my thing.  I just want to stop thinking about all the trauma in my life, acid kinda did the opposite of that.  Was still an insightfull trip though and the truth isn't always easy to swallow.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 67031

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 27, 2015	Views: 2,012

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		 DOSE:

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		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I'm writing this not to describe a single acid trip, but my thoughts on the effects of many high dose trips. (usually between 4 and 8 hits). I had taken 1 or 1.5 hits several times with mild effects before going all out one night and blowing my mind with 8 hits. After reading other accounts I guess doing more than 4 might sound kind of irresponsible, but I generally never took less than 4. And this wasn't 'weak' acid, . . . which I found out after taking 'only' 2 tabs one one night, knowing my dad was coming by early the next morning. I was amazed at how hard I was still tripping only 2 hours before he was supposed to show up and ended up taking 2 valium just to try to come down a little, . . . which it did, a little.

So with low doses I had to wonder if I was tripping at all, . . . I wanted to go way past where there might be any 'doubt'. A friend of mine told me to take 3 or 4 if I really wanted to hallucinate. He told me he once saw a glass half-in/half-out of the floor, . . . and that he 'really saw it' . . . that was all the proof I needed. So I bought 20 hits, the first night I felt good and ready for it I took 8, and 45 minutes later was laughing hysterically at how the entire roof was moving, . . flowing, . .  pulsing. From that point I regularly took between 4 and 8 hits, once or twice a month, and over a 3 or 4 year period. I'd twice bought around 100 hits so I was pretty serious.

I can never come close to describing just how amazing and intense an acid trip was for me. Another account I read did a pretty great job of it: he said it was like being in a room your whole life, only knowing that little room and nothing else, then you walk outside and everybody and everything is RIGHT THERE, waiting to greet you, . . . and everybody and everything is new and beautiful and great and you become one with them, and with everything. There was much more to it, but that's kind of the general idea. '

During an acid trip, I feel like I have moments where I know and understand everything there is to know and understand, but not really. I know and understand that too. Open eye hallucinations, where everything around you is flowing, pulsing into everything else. Closed-eye visuals where colors and shapes more beautiful than anything I've ever seen or imagined, become part of a tunnel I'm kaleidoscopically traveling though. Not just listening to music, or even hearing it, but SEEING it in it's physical form and color, and then feeling like I'm a part of it, . . . some kind of perfect sound. Colors, sounds, music, your surroundings, thoughts, memories, . . . everything, . . becomes just that, one 'thing', .  . . nothing is 'separate' from anything else and IT'S VERY REAL.

Acid showed me this and explained it in a way that nothing else has been able to.  Then I might start to wonder, and think, and laugh about myself, . . that I have a name that's a kind of word, which is made up of letters, and letters create words, . . and words are this silly, interesting way to communicate, and they're made up of letters, and each one has a shape and a sound, and they sometimes make different sounds when they're next to other letters, . . . . and sometimes they're just silent. And they've all been been invented for this funny, but very important reason, to communicate. Anyway, that's all just the beginning, . . there's MUCH MORE where that came from, and YES, IT WILL EVENTUALLY BLOW YOUR MIND. Believe it or not, someway, somehow, it happens.

I would lay down at this point and close my eyes. At this stage I was never able to 'think' about what was happening because 'thought' no longer existed. I wasn't able to think, I couldn't try to think, just experience. What I do remember is traveling million miles an hour through some kind of tunnel-chasm-vortex thing. The tunnel is somehow made up of everything in the universe and I was a part of it, or maybe I WAS it. Anyway, this went on for maybe a minute or so until the walls of the tunnel-thing started to close in and wrap around each other, becoming smaller and smaller until there's almost nothing, and then it explodes. That's a very basic description, but when it happens it's a kind of absolute perfection, in a way that you can't imagine or begin to understand until it's happening. And it doesn't last for very long, maybe a minute, but it's not supposed to, . . and I'm perfectly OK with that too. After this out-of-body feeling, I would eventually open my eyes and get up and walk around with my hands on my head, saying thing out loud to myself like 'OH MY GOD', 'YOU HAVE G-O-T TO BE KIDDING', and 'WHAT JUST HAPPENED?'.

This would go on for a few minutes until I would kind of 'ease' back into my trip. Everything is now even more amazing than it was 5 minutes ago, . . . but by now I might have to think a little about what's going on around me, maybe to try ask myself why things are SO different. Is it because I took 'acid'? THAT'S IT, i took 'ACID', . . . but WHAT'S 'acid' and who or what AM I? This was a response to try to hang onto reality, the one I was used to.

This is probably a good time to mention setting. Taking more than a few hit of LSD you'd better in a good state of mind and in a very good setting. I was about 23, 24 at the time, and felt pretty secure and comfortable with who I was. I lived in a 2nd story loft that I shared with my brother. It was a safe building in the middle of downtown Los Angeles, so I never expected any visitors. I would sometimes make calls to family or friends and say that I was going away for the next day or two, . . . to tijuana or something. I would also tell my brother, who lived in his own giant loft, IN OUR giant loft, that I was going to take a lot of LSD, so to just 'bear with me' if I start tripping too hard, . . . that I might occasionally venture out of my room and into his, . . . and basically to just not pay any attention to me. He always trusted me judgment and seemed to understand how important his role was in all of this. For the first year or so, I only tripped in my room, . . . the thought of actually being around other people while on LSD on high doses seemed like complete insanity to me, 'sitter' or not it still does.

I eventually moved into a guest-house in a big backyard where I was able to move around outside a little bit. There was of course millions of different possibilities outside. Clouds became even more amazing, pixelated, extruded cube-shaped, pulsing things. Trees were breathing, stretching their limbs, . . . the ground and grass undulating like water, moving in easy, gradual waves, . . . breathing also, or maybe the tree and the ground are breathing together, which is what I'm doing, . . . breathing, . .  and maybe we're all just breathing together. OK, NOW what's happening, . . . 'acid' i took 'acid' and I'm 'tripping'.  Or is 'acid' something I take to go 'back' to the the world I came 'from'? 'I', . . . what's going on, . . WHAT AM I, . . . and again, this is where I might start to question 'reality', and try to hang onto it, or maybe just let go of it?

I generally took 6 hits of acid. 8 if I felt bold, 4 if I felt even a little uneasy about anything. There was definitely a difference 4 and 6, and 6 and 8 tabs. I took more than 8 just once, when I took 12. I only took that many because it was all I had left and I thought it might be something new or different, which it wasn't. No complaints, it just didn't seem any different to me than taking 8 hits. This was the last time I took acid and that was about 8 years ago.

Acid helped me to understand what was and is important to me. It helped me to erase a lot of doubts, guilts and fears. I never had a bad trip, but had MANY terrifying, paranoid thoughts, . . usually as a result of watching any kind of tv, . .  especially infomercials or a hard-core religious, tele-vangelist type program. Everybody just looked so fake, with tons of makeup, and saying ridiculous, obvious things, . . . . people don't REALLY believe this guy's for real, WAIT, YES THEY DO!! I used to wonder if these 'TV' people are some kind of crazy race of robots, grown on some weird farm somewhere and out of the ground as the characters they play. Then I would start thinking about the government and wild conspiracy stuff, but would usually turn away or try to focus on something else before I got too caught up in the weirdness.

I always remember LSD kicking in at 45 minutes, like clockwork. From that point to maybe 5 or 6 hours later always seemed like the 'peak' zone, where anything might happen if I was open to it. And for the next few hours after that I would still be tripping but without the insane, 'out of body' thoughts, feelings and possibilites. The next day I always felt mentally exhausted. Like my brain had just ran a 26-mile marathon that it had only trained about 2 miles for. I always tried to avoid anybody and stay inside. There was always something going on during those 'next days', but my mind just couldn't keep up anymore, . . and was probably ducking for cover. By 2 days later I always felt perfectly 'normal', ready to go to work, deal with people or whatever else.

One quick thing about tolerance, I would usually wait a few weeks or a month before using acid again. I once did 8 tabs after doing that same number one week earlier, and it 'only' had the effect of 2, or maybe 4 hits, so I never did that again. A month always seemed like a good waiting period.

So, to sum it all up, 4-8 hits of LSD, 2 days, good music, as safe and controlled a setting as possible, without the possibility of too many surprises, having a brother in the next room, . . . it led to some of the best experiences of my life, and it helped to to fully appreciate and be even more grateful for my family and friends, thoughts, memories and possibilities I have in this life here. I always felt like I was given a chance to know and understand some of life's most beautiful and amazing mysteries. This information was a gift, and it was up to me to use it, somehow, to live better, be happier, contribute, to grow and to be better, freer. I haven't done acid in years but just found out about the power of salvia and mushrooms. I'm definitely at the beginning of the next chapter of my life and I'm looking forward to it.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 64602

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 27, 2015	Views: 2,797

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