		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Alright, some friends of mine had some acid that they were selling for 7 bucks a hit. I'd never tried it but I knew of 3 or 4 other people who had tried this same acid batch and they had told me that it was pretty good so I bought a tab. It was on a little piece of paper about 1/8 of a postage stamp or maybe even smaller than that, with a little blue dot on it. I put it on my tongue and swallowed it after about 10 minutes. I had heard you felt some of the effects immediately and was anxious to see what would happen. 5 minutes passed... Nothing. 10 minutes... Nothing. 15 minutes... Began to notice short term memory loss as if I had smoked weed. For the next hour, the only difference I noticed was that my memory was definitely affected - I wasn't able to determine how long it had been since I had just done something so I continually was asking for the time. Nearly 3 hours after taking it, I was convinced that this shit was fake and was some other drug with minor side effects. Man was I wrong...

About 3 and a half hours after placing the tab on my tongue, I began to trip HARD and I mean out of NOWHERE. One second I was pissed about it being fake and the next I was standing in a giant coliseum with wind rushing past me and a red sunset (despite being in a concrete pavilion at 11:45 PM). I was elated that it was real and began telling everyone. I layed on the ground and looked at a cloud moving in front of some stars that began to have a grid-like pattern move through it and then break into pieces like ice. I looked at a house and was completely sure that I was the guy in the mask from Scream - scared the shit out of me but I kept looking back over there because I wanted to see him again. After 7 hours or so, I finally came down but could still feel some effects up to 12 hours later.

All in all, great experience.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 22643

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 13, 2021	Views: 552

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 1 drop

		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

[Erowid Note:
A substance(s) in this report might be identified incorrectly. Erowid reviewers question the author's identification of the drug described. Although the report is included in the collection, the substance might be something other than the author believed it to be.]

ABOUT MYSELF:

Before this night I had used LSD a few times, as well as had one or two good rolls. I'm 18, male, about 175lb. Usually one pill doesn't do much for me, but I find that my LSD experiences are just as intense as everyone elses.

THE SETTING:

Skylab 2007, just outside Denver. It was a rave with about 10,000 guests, indoor/outdoor, good old school vibe tons of space to chill, and amazing music. I knew about a dozen of my frinds would be there that night.

THE SETUP:

I started off the night with a pill of...well i can't say what exactly, but it was pretty good because as I was asking around to find some dose, I could definitely feel things picking up. finally I find what I'm looking for and pay $10 for a guy to drop some liquid on my hand. before things start really picking up I pop another pill, find my friends, and bring them back to the guy with the acid and buy them a dose.

PICKING UP:

At this point i'm definitely rolling, I feel amazing, my mind is buzzing, and suddenly I notice the visuals. I look up at the stars, and then down at the gravel, which for some reason.. is paisley. Everyone looks amazing, their clothing is writhing around them, every pattern is a living organism.

I'm lounging around with two of my friends talking to EVERYONE that pops a squat. Meeting significant people, having significant conversations, only as things go on, I find myself less able to communicate, until my conversations are reduced to 'Hi, are you having a good night?' 'I'm doing just, amazing!First time candyflipping erh....' and I'm drawn again to the ground, the half dead grass looks like a Jackson Pollock, greens, brown, yellow, white. Finally I realize that I have barely danced since my friends' arrival, and I'm missing Armin van Burren. 'Guys let go dance! Like, NOW!' they agree and we begin the 400ft trek to the main stage. However, being on a different planet than I was they just started talking to every single person we passed on the way. We would all stop, at first I tried to talk, but after the sixth or seventh time we stopped and weren't even half way there I realized I was just walking around them in circles like a satellite waiting for forward progress. Eventually I told my companions I'd see them later, and rushed to the stage.

DANCING:

I've never danced that hard, and I'm definitely not a dancer. Only at raves. I danced until everything ached and I was drenched in sweat, my own, and others' and then I danced some more. This was definitely what I needed, and was the best part of the night for me. It was the ultimate audio visual and physical experience.

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

GOING HOME:

I drove myself and a friend there, and I was our ride home. I was definitely stimulated, during the drive, but thought i was just rolling a little bit. When I got back to my room and on my bed, I realized that my walls were crawliing/melting.

I'd say that was my strongest roll and definitely my strongest LSD trip up to that point. I had strong visuals until about 2pm the next day and ingested the acid before midnight.

Overall, it was amazing, and I look forward to candyflipping at an event like it in the future, though, I'll probably be more concentrated on doing my own thing.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 67694

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 10, 2021	Views: 662

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Hangover / Days After (46), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 40 mg
		 oral
		 Oxycodone

		   T+ 0:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 0:30

		 oral
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		   T+ 1:30
		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

Recently, two friends and I attended an electronic music festival in Miami. Over the course of the night, I consumed 40mg oxycodone, 3 hits of LSD, ~200mg of MDMA and a substantial amount of weed. I am very experienced with LSD and MDMA, both together ('candyflipping') and alone. This was only my second time taking oxycodone &amp; my first time combining it with anything other than weed. The combination of LSD + MDMA + oxy seems to have potential to be good. This time unfortunately was a bad trip, but I don't think it was the fault of the combo itself, more the apprehension of trying a new combo with minimal reasearch (always research your drug interactions BEFORE you do them, be safe!).

2:00PM EST: Once we get to Miami, I dissolve 4 perc-10s (40mg oxycodone) into a bottle of Gatorade. This was only my second time taking any type of opiate, so 40mg hit me hard. Fast forward 30 minutes and I was in a state of complete bliss. Nodding out, music sounded great, nice warmth and floaty feeling. One of my friends (call him 'A') took 20mg and my other friend (call him 'T') didn't take any. We rolled and smoked three blunts between us, and then split a gram of edible dabs.

3:00PM EST: We check into our hotel in Miami Beach and immediately order an uber to the festival. I was slumped out in the backseat the whole ride, nodding heavily. The dabs start to kick in as well and seem to potentiate the oxy. I'm having trouble staying awake and following conversation. We got inside the festival around 3:30pm, the whole group dropped acid. These tabs were extremely potent...with (supposedly) 200ug on an each blotter. 'T' and I take 3 apiece; while 'A'  only takes 1. 'T' and I also take ecstasy at the same time. The particular pills we had (blue and yellow IKEA press) were reported to be very strong, containing around 210mg of MDMA. 'A' had taken them before and advised 'T' and I to only take half, but we each took a whole because our tolerances at the time were very high.

4:00PM EST: In 20 minutes, I'm already coming up on both the L and MDMA. It struck me how fast and intense the come up was - I was already seeing large green blotches in the sky and getting some tracers. I've done high doses (up to 7 hits) in the past but never felt a comeup this fast and intense.  The music became louder and the air was shimmering like it was heated. At that point, any effects of the oxy or MDMA were overpowered. 'A' and 'T' were also coming up strong. We wandered around a bit, trying to figure out the layout of the festival and where the different stages were. We decide to go to the mainstage first. As we were walking there, I suddenly start to feel funny, a sense of dread and that something was deeply wrong. The  loud music &amp; huge crowd felt overwhelming. I feel a tremendous body load in my chest, my vision darkened and everything took on a red hue. I felt like my halter top was strangling me, and my mouth was dry as a desert. I turned around to find 'A' and ask to use his Camelbak, but he was gone, along with 'T'. I started to panic and look around for both my friends and a water stand.

At this point, I couldn't read any signs and couldn't easily recognize faces. The crowd looked like a throng of black spiders against a red backdrop. The MDMA was also starting to really kick in, as I felt surges of energy going through my body. I went up to a woman and asked her for water, but instead of directing me to a water stand, she freaked out and told me to go to a medical tent. I told her that that I didn't need medical attention (only water!) but she grabs my arm and tries to force me to walk over there with her. At that point, I start to believe that I might actually NOT be okay, and that I could die if I didn't get medical attention. At that moment, 'T' reappeared and grabbed me away from the lady. I told him that I was going to die if I didn't go to the hospital, he reassured me that I was going to be okay but it was too late. At this point, I was rolling hard, but the bad acid trip was overwhelming my roll. Instead of feeling light, my feet felt heavy and I was sinking into the ground. Dancing was impossible - even though I partially wanted to, my body just wouldn't cooperate. I couldn't walk in a straight line and the mostly red &amp; black visuals were terrifying &amp; overwhelming. I tried to enjoy the festival, wandering around from stage to stage but I was too freaked out to enjoy the music. Eventually couldn't take it anymore, so I curled up into a ball on the ground, hugging my own knees.

5:00PM EST: 'T' made me get up and walk to a quiet area until I calmed down, but once I calmed down I began to realize that I was still nodding from the oxy. Every time I nodded, it felt like a 10 minute blackout. I'd 'come to' with no idea where I was or what I was doing, I couldn't remember my name or who I was. By the time I recalled that information, I'd nod again and the cycle would repeat. This went on for what seemed like hours, and I was seriously freaking out 'T.' He kept asking me if I was sure that I was okay, which worried me back into thinking I was dying again.

He kept asking me if I was sure that I was okay, which worried me back into thinking I was dying again.

 In between nods, I kept getting strange numbness and tingling all through my body. At one point, I lost feeling in my whole right side. The sides of my head and my sides would tingle periodically, almost to the point of discomfort. Since I didn't do any research about the interaction of MDMA + oxy beforehand, this was seriously disturbing. With T's convincing, I decided to wait it out and see how I felt once the oxy wore off.

8:30PM EST (?): At this point, the oxy had mostly worn off and I'd calmed down a tiny bit but I was still scared. I looked at my phone screen to check the time, but the numbers didn't make sense to me. Time was meaningless. Everything was backwards and spinning. I was convinced that I was going to die but was also rolling the hardest I have in my life. Thus, I kept hugging random people and objects, telling them I loved them and then asking them to take care of me. Someone in front of me collapsed and began having a seizure. In my mind, I thought that they were me and I was witnessing my own death. When the paramedics came and hauled him away, I was fully convinced that they were taking MY dead body and that my soul had been separated and left behind.  At this point, I turn to 'T' and ask him if I had just died. He was tripping equally hard, so he just responded 'maybe, I don't know.'  I closed my eyes &amp; only saw a huge IKEA-press pill rotating slowly and ominously. I took this as an affirmation that I had just overdosed and died, and had been separated from my material body.

9:30PM EST(?): At this point, 'T' and I accidentally wander out of the festival and into the streets of downtown Miami. The ground was rotating and warping, and I felt like I was looking out of a fisheye lens. There are people everywhere but I'm convinced that they cannot see me, as I am merely a floating soul. 'T' remarks on how 'fucked up' we are, and I respond by yelling about how I was fucked up 'before I died.' This leads to an intense feeling of grief, like I was mourning my own death. I end up somehow calling my father and leaving a crazy voicemail about how I 'ate a whole IKEA', got too fucked up and died. (I didnt remember this until I had to deal with the aftermath the next morning.) Eventually 'T' and I realize that we had left the festival grounds, and spend the next two-ish hours pacing up and down the same street block trying to figure out which way leads back inside. At this point, I am still convinced that I no longer have a body or being. Every time I try to speak, too many thoughts go through my head at once and all I can make is an odd screeching noise. I feel as if I'm going crazy and have lost control, as I cannot make a noise other than a screech.

11:30PM EST: By this point, we've sobered up enough to find our way back inside the festival. We catch the final set and reunite (luckily) with 'A' who has been wandering around, lost, the whole time. I'm still fucked up but nowhere like before and no longer rolling. I come to the realization that I am in fact alive and have a material body again, which brings me immense comfort. The festival ends shortly thereafter at 12am &amp; we leave as a group.

12:30AM EST: 'T,' 'A' and I are wandering around the area around the venue, trying to figure out a ride back to our hotel. Nobody can remember the name of the hotel, and everyone's phone is dead. We sit down on a park bench and try to come up with a solution, but nobody has a phone charger and we're in a fancy area of Miami. Considering that we're all fucked up and dressed in our rave outfits, people were staring at us. We spend about 3 hours trying to figure out what to do, but I can't keep the same train of thought for more than 30 seconds. I 'realize' that our phones are dead upwards of 20 times, only to forget again half a minute later and suggest again that we call an uber. At this point, it's getting really late and some strange people start approaching us, asking if we're from Miami and asking us for drugs. One man in particular was acting very strange and spooked me out. Afterwards I kept hallucinating and seeing his face hiding behind bushes and at one point right behind where 'A' was sitting. Around  4am we manage to convince someone to get us an Uber for 10$ and head back to our hotel. The visuals have basically gone at this point and an intense mental fog and fatigue sets in. I pass out within minutes of getting in bed, which is unusual for me as I usually cannot sleep for a few hours after coming down off acid.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 109950

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Sep 8, 2021	Views: 1,582

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LSD (2), Oxycodone (176), Cannabis (1), MDMA (3) : Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

I put a square piece of paper measuring 0.5cms by 0.5cms on my tongue. I kept it there for forty-five minutes and then I spat it out. After no more than 15 minutes I started to feel the effects. The paper was a blotter part of a grand blotter with the design of a man on a bike commemorating the first voyage by Albert Hofmann, the science wizard. He hit the nail on its head with this substance. It’s not like ecstasy, it is purer, it is better. It is holier!

It was Monday 5th July 5 AM and I found myself fully awake and shirtless on a sunny island in the Mediterranean Sea. No sleep, no hunger, no sadness, some anxiety. My mindset was spiritual. I wanted to spend time with my invisible friend Jesus who allegedly rose from the dead. The drug provided me with the stamina to pursue my adventure as otherwise, I’d get bored just after some minutes alone. It's tricky: while admitting that I was physically alone, I was spiritually trying to make contact with the risen Lord which is not easy because you can't see him, you can't hear him. You can only imagine him. But the drug provided me some change in perspective. Just clear perception and unclear sight as everything appeared out of focus. But since I was not driving, I didn’t mind as I could still roughly see where I was although it didn’t matter so much. The details were unreal.

I knew I was in a quiet area next to the sea in a place where no one could see me. All I had were headphones tuned in to Djs Yotto and Lutteral on some epic set and a bottle of water. I was out for five hours. I kept trumping or walking focussing on my shadow. Walking and walking never stopping apart to do some dancing.  I was walking down an alley leading to other alleys by the sea. I stopped and danced. At one moment a song came up with the lyrics ‘’Your love is all I need… Your love is all ever wanted’’ I Opened my arms and closing them in a celebration of joy. Everything made sense now. I was sure I’d go to heaven at the end of my life-long journey. I knew victory was on my side even though I was a sinner because Jesus loves me. St. Augustine’s thought came in my mind  “You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in You.” I cried and laughed at the same time. A laugh that resonated on the walls of the cliffs ahead of me. It was not a silent laugh! I knew I was under the effect of this powerful hallucinogen, yet I couldn’t attribute what I felt to a mere drug. Was I rash in assuming there was something else? Could LSD really be considered a sacrament?

The colors were distorted as well. The sky was pink, the horizon was not a straight line. There were patterns on the walls that moved in circles or in straight lines like a herd of ants or insects but that did not scare me, rather it amazed me. And the feeling didn’t last for less than five hours. I couldn't ask for more! The peak was five hours and if you add it with the comedown it means that I tripped for more than eight hours on that day. I walked down the tarmac road leading into other tarmac roads in the countryside. It was the afternoon. The best time of the day and shadows were created by my figure in front of me. Me and my shadow. That’s all I needed there and then. I missed everyone but did not feel lonely as my invisible friend, Jesus was with me. To whom else could I attribute this moment of divine love other than the Word of God made flesh who rose from the dead? I was sure that he loves me. I am now sure that Jesus always loves me.

Thanks to the time invested with him and a drug that enabled this change in perspective.

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 115624

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 38

Published: Sep 27, 2021	Views: 403

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LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I had been wanting to try acid for a long time. After a few years of no luck, I got a chance. I took 3 hits, and started messing around on my phone. One thing I noticed was how colors tend to contrast and you become so immersed in them on acid. I was messing with a game and each proceeding level was a different color, each level was color coded. Each color blended into the next from level to level, I most likely stared at the screen for who knows how long, scrolling from one color to the next, pausing, and taking in orange, or yellow, or aquamarine. This gave me great joy, and a sense of boredom at the same time, the boredom coming from not knowing whether I was high, or anything was happening.

I turned on music, and this kept me feeling better inside, if people were around, I would feel more nervous and confrontational, and confronted at the same time, this made socializing difficult. I didn't try to socialize much, even though I was around people, and they seemed to find whatever I was doing humorous to them and their friends, I didn't find it that funny.

The strange thing about acid for me was how I would be somewhere alone and feel like laughing for hours on end, but around people that good feeling and humorous side would disappear and be replaced with a bitter resentment toward other people. I enjoyed being outside, not necessarily in the woods, but being outside and being able to look at the trees, and the stars especially. On mushrooms, I feel like going deep into the woods, on acid I'm content with being near the woods, but the stars and the sky become phenomenal. I also feel like I could take a stroll through town, and spend a day examining architecture, being around people, not necessarily interacting. Music is also much more extraordinary on acid than just about any other drug, even weed, or perhaps it's not better than listening to music high on pot, but a different kind of great. The major difference from pot is I feel like listening to a variety of music, from country to jazz, and appreciating each note in each song, and the musicians who made it, understanding why, and how much effort they put into sharing what's inside. It's a different level of detail than being stoned and wanting to hear good music, but feeling lazy and laid back and not wanting to change up the genre or artist because you just feel good listening to what's playing. Acid has a religious side, and an artistic side, any art from music to visual art to film becomes interesting on acid, and I want to try it out, and see what I produce, even if it's my inner kindergartener playing with crayons. I also relearn how not to take life as seriously all the time.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 107979

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 26

Published: Oct 12, 2021	Views: 620

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Music Discussion (22), First Times (2), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 insufflated
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 smoked
		 DMT

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 MDMA

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Ozzy's Psychedelic Christmas

For a number of years, I have had an on-off love affair with psychedelics of all kinds. Most of my experiences have been extremely enjoyable and have given me an overall better outlook on life in general; but there have been several bad experiences to remind me to take a break once in a while and let my mind cool off. This particular experience was easily one of most ridiculous states of intoxication I have ever found myself in.

It was Christmas Day 2009. I had spent most of the day at a family member's house with my loved ones, nothing too spectacular but enjoyable nonetheless. At around 5 pm, my cousin 'K' asked me if I wanted to leave the house to go smoke some tasty blueberry buds; needless to say, I couldn't turn down the offer. We proceeded to say our goodbyes to the family and made our way down to the nearest gas to pick up a wrap. On the way there, I got a call from a local connection and friend of mine 'A', asking if I wanted to buy 5 liquid hits of LSD for 30 dollars; his 'Christmas Supersaver'. I decided to take him up on his offer; as I had no other plans on that particular day. K and I headed over to meet him at my friend 'H's house. We smoked  upon arrival.

At this point, more people began showing up to the house; this is the point at which things began to pick up. Another friend of mine  handed me a capsule of pure MDMA and wished me a merry Christmas. I thanked him several times before emptying the white powder onto a table and sucking it into my nose, after which I was feeling fairly good. At this point, several other people in the house began their quest for inebriation; a cue for me to pop the 5 hits, which were neatly placed upon multicolored Sweet Tarts. I proceeded to walk into H's room where I saw his hash/DMT pipe sitting on his dresser; the inside completely caked with resin. I asked H if I could try my luck with it; he told me to go for it. I proceeded to heat the bowl gently with a flame and watched as gray vapors began to fill the inside. I took the first hit, which had the faint flavor of burning rubber and made my tongue numb; I didn't feel much. I then took a second hit and suddenly felt a strong head change, prompting me to take several more, light and colors intensified. Before I knew it, surfaces were warping, the walls were breathing, and I felt absolutely fantastic.

Had I not taken anything else, this would have ended after a few minutes, but it began to get more and more intense; my trip had been kickstarted. It was at this point when most of the people in the house began leaving, until it was me and 4 other people: H, N, A, and C. They all began to partake in various psychedelics in large quantities while my reality began to shift into another dimension entirely. Everything began to look as if it was covered in watercolor paint, the carpet looked as if it was infested with mice that were scurrying around in circles furiously, a plate covered in ashes was swarming with hundreds of tiny ants, and it was extremely difficult to hold a conversation that made any sense. At this point, we began smoking what would eventually turn into a ridiculous amount of marijuana, hash, and honey oil; all the while my friends continued to consume the remainder of the MDMA, somewhere in the neighborhood of 2.5 grams, between 3 people. Casual conversations now consisted me trying to decipher nearly inaudible mumblings from whoever I decided to talk to.

Suddenly, almost within an instant, I completely lost track of my thoughts and most of my memories prior to this night. Words lost meaning, no object I perceived had a name to speak of; everything simply 'was'. This normally would have bothered me, but then I took another look at the world around me and remembered that I was anything but sober. C asked me if I wanted to have a cigarette out back with him, I told him something drawn out along the lines of 'yes' and proceeded outside. The conversation that followed consisted of me mentioning how cold it was outside and him agreeing with me several times until we finished our cigarettes and proceeding back inside.

Upon reentering the house, I saw everyone was sitting in the living room watching a movie. At this point, A sat down next to me and offered me a proposition; for 10 dollars he would give me the remainder of his liquid, the wash from the empty vial, and another wash from an empty vial in his car. Not being one to pass up a bargain like that, I agreed. He proceeded to empty the contents of the vials, along with the washes, onto my tongue and I was shot into an entirely more ridiculous plane of existence within 20 minutes.

At this point, my thoughts began to become more and more confused. Anything I thought about would bring me to the same conclusion, that there was absolutely no point to anything and the overall law of existence was complete and utter chaos

Anything I thought about would bring me to the same conclusion, that there was absolutely no point to anything and the overall law of existence was complete and utter chaos

, that time is a comical loop that repeats itself over and over due to the inability of most people to learn from the mistakes of their predecessors, and that I should enjoy reality and perception while I can and live my life in the way that best suits me. The confusion stemmed from the fact that every single thought that popped into my head would lead me to this conclusion; it was a nihilistic view of the universe that I was not prepared at the time to accept. Surfaces didn’t just warp, they imploded into an infinitely dense point of space and expanded back into their normal size. Tiny insects swarmed around my head and made high pitched buzzing sounds, I proceeded to swipe at them until I realized that they didn’t exist from the strange looks everyone began giving me. Despite all this, I was infused with pure euphoria, everything became so ridiculous to me that I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing at just about everything I was witnessing at the time; I had completely lost my mind and I was enjoying the hell out of it.

After a few hours of sitting and watching movies, everyone migrated back into H’s room. I was in such a state that I lost track of time completely and passed out. I came to several hours later not tripping quite as hard, but feeling like every neuron in my brain had been fried out. The 5 of us decided to drive down to the local Starbucks to grab a coffee and discuss what we could remember of the night before, which is to say not a whole lot. After enjoying coffee and cigarettes, A and C drove me back to my house. I immediately walked into my room and collapsed in my bed, thoroughly exhausted from what I had just experienced. I slept well into the next day.

In retrospect, this was probably one of my most enjoyable psychedelic journeys. Though not much travel had been done outside the walls of that house, the state I experienced was unlike any other and changed my perception of the world around me for the better; but I would only recommend a dosage of the magnitude I consumed to experienced psychonauts, I was barely able to keep my head together through the entire thing and only managed to do so because I was in a safe environment surrounded by very close friends. Goodbye and a very Merry Christmas to all.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 87744

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Dec 25, 2021	Views: 592

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 0:30
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I was so nervous to see acid in person. It's minuscule and not intimidating at all. I didn't expect it to be that way but it's just so not noteworthy, especially for such a powerful thing. The original sheet of blotter had an image of a Pink Floyd album.

Physical effects:

My hands were very warm and clammy, kind of gross. I was almost shivering I felt extremely hot when I felt my forehead even though I was actually pretty cold. My temperature was 96.5, normal for me. I had a very weak pulse and low blood pressure. My friend BC, who didn't trip with us, tried to find my pulse for what seemed like 10 minutes. He was boggled. I had a very hard time getting comfortable, especially with my legs. I felt very nauseous too.

Preface:

I've been interested in psychedelics for many, many years. I always had a feeling that I would try it once. I had no idea what to expect, regardless of how many experienced I'd read. LSD comes with such a crazy connotation. I talked to a few people personally that have used too and the reactions were mixed. Some loved it, some thought it was horrible, some preferred mushrooms because they are natural. When Friday came, I was so extremely anxious for it. I thought about how maybe I would have one of those life changing moments many people talked about.

The beginning:

A and I took two hits at 8:15. I started to feel mildly drunk about 30 minutes afterward. I just seemed a bit off and different. I started to get really disappointed because I wasn't feeling anything except for that subtle effect. I was really, really anxious for something to happen. We all (me, A, D, BC, and J) played Rock Band for a while, switching instruments and turns. I seemed to be pretty good and that surprised me. I opened a page on  a community website I'm on to see if anyone had experienced nothing after taking LSD. BC went to go pick up some pot. Smoking pot while taking LSD seemed sort of wrong, unpure. I agreed to smoke though since I started to feel like the acid was bogus. Maybe it got wet or someone touched it? J had taken some from the same sheet and vouched for the potency. Oh well, live and learn, right? We sat at the dining room table and smoked that for a few minutes.

Afterwards, J mentioned watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Everyone agreed so I set the movie up, putting it on pause so we could start it easily once everyone got into the living room. I think I did that and went back to the dining room; I'm not sure. I look at the TV and see Jon Reep and then freak the fuck out. 'OH MY GOD THIS IS THAT GUY WE SAW IN HAROLD AND KUMAR. REMEMBER REMEMBER?!' I run over to the living room and restart the show. This comedian is one of my favorites and I've seen that episode many times. Comedy was just the key to unlock my anxiety about when the acid was going to kick in. Obviously, it had affected me but I didn't notice it.

Comedy was just the key to unlock my anxiety about when the acid was going to kick in. Obviously, it had affected me but I didn't notice it.

 Two hours went by before I turned on this show and I had no idea where the two hours disappeared to. So A and I are watching Jon Reep and he turned into the funniest thing I've seen in my life. I don't think I've ever laughed sooo hard. The entire house kind of gets pissed at me for being so loud, 'Can the rest of us watch the show?' Hah, whoops. No visuals yet.

Everyone settles in the living room and we start Fear and Loathing. The acid is definitely kicking in now full force. I couldn't understand anything that was happening. Things that seemed like they should be funny weren't and things that weren't funny were to me. The scene in the hotel with the dinosaur characters absolutely destroyed me. It was the scariest thing I'd ever seen. I shook my hands and said 'I don't like this at all.' After that scene was over, I calmed down. By now, it was probably 10:45. BC left shortly after the movie started, I thought it was because how I was being very annoying. In reality, that probably wasn't it since he was there for several hours.

The movie seemed to go on and on for eternity. I thought 'When is this going to end?' I wasn't really paying attention to it but it made me uncomfortable at the same time. After that, D, A, and I watched a few videos on Youtube: Devin Townsend, Meshuggah, and Faith No More. I normally find Meshuggah annoying and never listen to them but I thought that particular song was enjoyable for its aggression and rawness. The video was also pretty funny. The Devin Townsend one sort of triggered all my introspective thoughts. I was thinking about how nice Devin seemed and how it was like he was talking directly to me. I had a thought, something about how all souls are one entity in different parts and that's why I felt so connected to Devin Townsend. I came to the conclusion that there definitely was no god but perhaps souls do exist. That could explain some kind of phenomena. Perhaps the soul exist in all of our cells, like some organelle and used for a function and purpose. I don't even know. I'm not spiritual at all; the whole subject pretty much gives me the heebie-jeebies but maybe this experience opened my mind a bit.  Mike Patton was also probably the sexiest person on the planet to me then.

Evolution:

I got on the internet and saw where I started to write about how I wasn't feeling anything on IAM. I promptly wrote 'Oh, fuck. I came to this forum while I was doing LSD for the first time. I was about to type 'this shit aint working' but it seriously is now. hahah what the fuck.' A and D (who was sober) talked about music for a while and then came another introspective thought. I was thinking about how I do love D even though we don't get along too well, how he seemed to really enjoy A's company, and how the definite end to our relationship would be good for him.

I realized how much I resented D for a lot of things, some of which wasn't really his fault and I certainly contributed to a lot of it. Things like how negative he is is linked to how unaffectionate I am. Before that night, I couldn't tell you the last time I said 'I love you,' or gave him a hug or kiss without him initiating it before sex. That started from getting pissed at him for his extreme anger, for example, on top of my own stressors. I shut down (this began to happen several years ago) and then he spiraled into even a more negative state. This was one of my realizations.  I really do feel like if we aren't together, we would be great friends and we honestly can be friends still. We just are not right for each other and that's fine!

Now it's after midnight and D's mom was still not home. I decided to call to check up on her. The 4 rings to get to her voicemail seemed to stretch on for ages. I got to her mailbox and said in my mind 'Hey K, it's Nilsine. I'm just calling to make sure you're okay.' Of course, it did not come out that way at all. It seemed like I had no control over my voice, the pitch or volume or words. I said something like 'K?!  It's  Nilsine! Are you ok?! Why aren't you home?!' I called back a few minutes later but I had to scrunch my face into the wedge between the phone base and the wall. I started to see shadows dancing around me, like someone was circling behind me and through the wall. I don't know how that message went since I don't remember. I know by then I was acting pretty erratic. K came home about 30 minutes after I called her. She rolled a very horrible joint.

We started to watch The Darkness, just flipped it on in the middle of the movie. Every time the movie returned from a commercial break, I seemed to always get a lightbulb in the head affect and remember we were watching it. It was like a forgot once I wasn't looking at the screen. The movie didn't scare me at all except for a few times. I was mainly confused. After that movie was over, I turned on What Dreams May Come. That movie became the most depressing, loathsome thing in existence. I sort of cried to myself. I just couldn't imagine going through Hell to find my lover or experiencing the emotion Robin William's character felt. At that time, I felt like I was feeling exactly what he was, how devastating it must have been for him.

After that, A and I chatted for a bit. I'm not entirely sure what else happened or what we talked about. Time didn't exist. All throughout the night, A wrote on sticky notes. Whenever she wrote something, nothing in the world existed but the sound of the marker going across a page, it was 'the loudest thing in the fucking world.' When I would go to the bathroom, I could make out naked bodies in the wallpaper pattern. The linoleum floor looked like extremely clear glass with flowing water underneath. Lights, especially in the bathroom, were extremely bright and blue-tinted. Once time, I closed my eyes and I was in Iowa in a sunflower field, flying. I don't know what that was about.

When the sun rose, I realized I had to clean up the place before D's mom woke up. It took me forever to get motivated and it was very hard to me to organize my thoughts and the process of cleaning seemed so arbitrary. I cried a little bit over the dishes about how I felt about D, how I do love him but how I think we're heading for our separate ways, possibly soon. I thought about how I'll always be his first love of his life and we'll both be okay.  I cut up an apple since I realized I hadn't had anything to eat but pizza earlier that night and a banana that morning. My jaw was so tired and it took me so long and so much energy to eat it.

The beginning of the end:

The time came when A had to leave to head back to Orlando, a good 45 minutes away. Walking outside to her car made me feel like I had just been in a war for 10 years. The world seemed so strange and different. We talked about whether or not we would take acid again, and we both agreed that we would. The whole world seemed so beautiful at that moment, literally and emotionally. The sky was so clear and blue.  Taylor woke up and asked me if I was high. I said 'I took LSD.' The look on his face was hilarious, like he was devastated. He said 'I didn't know there was acid in this house,' then went out the garage door. I said 'It's not like fucking heroin!' and laughed.

I went back in the house and listened to music, mainly Katatonia. Jonas's voice seemed so clear and right. I also watched a video with Mike Patton and Bjork. Bjork was speaking Icelandic and at that moment, I felt like I could understand what she was saying without reading the subtitles. K asked me to the get the mail when she woke up so I gladly agreed so I had an excuse to go outside. That was 12 hours after the first hit but I was still definitely tripping, no doubt about it. After I turned to corner to the main road, I saw the biggest turtle of my life. Not a big surprise since we live in front of a lake. I was absolutely frozen, thinking that if I moved, it would jolt up and poison me. I then made the decision to scuttle across the road and just not think about it. The walk to the mailbox took so long. The dirt is turns very soft about 10 feet before you hit pavement. It seemed like I was walking in mud even though it was dry. I could hear sloshing and the sound of my feet hitting puddles. The world seemed absolutely strange. When I got home, I felt like I needed to confess to K what was going on. She was shocked, then laughed and told me about how she took mushrooms when she was 17 and she thought her car was brand new.

I went on the internet for a bit but it looked too bizarre and off so that activity lasted only a few minutes. I got a nosebleed and let it drip on my shirt. I was just fascinated at the color of my blood. I've always been like that. I mean, what can I say? I love the visual of blood and I'm not grossed out by it at all. I love it. Wow, I sound ridiculous.

I went to bed. This was about 3:00 PM.  It took me forever to fall asleep. I could not get comfortable at all and I was hot and cold at the same time. I ended up sleeping about 15 hours but waking up every hour or so. That sucked.

It was extremely worth it. I always tried to grasp the idea that LSD is life changing and I definitely experienced that, especially with the outlook on my relationship with D.  It was absolutely amazing but I'm not sure I can write anything that could convey that.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 71554

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 12, 2022	Views: 569

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Personal Preparation (45), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 Pharms - Methylphenidate
		 (daily)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   51 kg

I think the reason things have become messed up in my mind, is partly due to the fact that I was on Ritalin for 2 years. (For ADD and Narcolepsy.)

I first started taking Acid around 5 years ago, but never over-indulged, never taking more than 2 LSD blotter-hits or 2 Ecstacy pills at a time. I knew my limit, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly for 2 years, frequency: about twice a month. I experienced all kinds of settings, from the raves, clubs, to being with 'normal' people in a secluded setting - in the middle of the bush with animals - (I live in South Africa) even being all alone in a room by myself. And I WAS FINE.

Yes, they've been fantastic trips, yes I've had some difficult ones (never turning into full-blown bad trips). I always had a handle on it, and understood the concept of surrendering to the drug, and having a deep respect for it. I even helped talk a guy who was having a bad trip out of it. I always had a good relationship with entheogens. Particularly LSD and Ecstasy. (But not much of a weed smoker.)

At some stage during the last 5 years I was put on a course of Ritalin to combat my ever-sleepiness and inability to concentrate. (2x a day) I also experience mild narcolepsy now and then. Being on Ritalin felt great. Always on top of things. I continued tripping during this period.

My last trip 2 years ago was slightly uncomfortable, but still great. As above, I had my Ritalin that morning. We candyflipped, went to a local spot that we regularly go to (so the setting was familiar), and I had 1 LSD &amp; 1 Pill. Everything was going fine, but I started becoming extremely tense, for no known reason. I kept thinking the same stuff over and over again, and tried to reason with myself that everything should be ok, but it was not.

I kept thinking the same stuff over and over again, and tried to reason with myself that everything should be ok, but it was not.

 I started getting this overwhelmingly strange feeling that I was VERY FAR Away from Home. (?????)

Eventually we went home and watched a bit of TV, and finally I fell asleep. Woke up the next morning, feeling fine, and quite allright. (I never had bad comedowns or hangovers). Day went on as normal. A week passed. The next weekend: We went out that Friday night, and had to drive far to a friend's place. A song was playing, and suddenly I had this overwhelming urge to jump out the car. As if I had to get away from something bad. It actually felt like my muscles went into shock or something. My brain was buzzing, and I couldn't think straight. I was sweating profusely and felt like something TERRIBLE was going to happen. Heart pounding. I had to switch off the radio, tell my boyfriend to stop the car and I got out and stood there looking at the sky. (Which seemed to big, overwhelming...)

This happened again later that night, I would be panic stricken for no apparent reason, and couldn't handle certain situations that were never a problem to handle before.

To cut a long story short, it is now 2 years later, and I have not been able to ingest anything that I believe may be intoxicating. I've even cut out alcohol &amp; cigarettes! I've developed some irrational phobias, for instance a fear of driving too far in a car. Some nights before going to sleep, I will hear conversations being carried out in my head. Not under my control, as if someone is standing there yakking away in my room, without my permission.

I miss being able to trip, but I don't know if it was the Acid or the Ecstacy that set this off. (or the Ritalin) I finished the course, and felt much better after coming off it though..

I've read some reports, and maybe I had a bit of a break with reality, but otherwise I'm fine. I've got above-average intelligence, have a steady relationship, good job &amp; income, great friendships and the rest of my life is pretty normal... I just get these incredibly debilitating thoughts going through my mind sometimes, and I wonder if I'm not going mad? And I can't bear the thought of being in an 'altered state' of mind again....

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 32939

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 15, 2022	Views: 695

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Post Trip Problems (8), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   188 lb

I first started smoking cannabis and drinking alcohol at age 15, and experimenting with other substances followed not long after. My first hallucinogenic experience was unknowingly smoking cannabis laced with PCP.  It was not an enjoyable experience and I have not used PCP since, although I probably would if it were offered to me for free.

My second hallucinogenic experience was with brugmansia. I drank about 5oz of a tea brewed from 16 flowers. It was a stereotypical brugmansia trip, complete with hallucinations, cops, and hospitals OH MY!!! I have tripped on LSD twice, once in the 100ug-150ug range and once on a 300ug tab. LSD taught me what the point of life is and possibly even saved me from killing myself, but that's a story for another time. Unfortunately LSD is also what contributed most to my HPPD.

My first experience with a psychedelic was not with LSD, however, but with shrooms, or rather a single 1g shroom. I have tripped on DXM three times, once in the first plateau, once on the second, and once in between. I used mescaline once on a very low dose, around 40g of peruvian torch powder. It didn't give me a 'full' trip, maybe about half as intense as would be desired - at most. I have also used brugmansia twice since the horror story mentioned above. Once smoked along with cannabis, and I once ate two flowers. Respectively they produced an odd weed high with visual distortions, and an uncomfortable body high with odd, almost imperceptible, visuals.  There was also twice when I experienced visuals after combining cannabis and MDMA. This could be because I combined the two or because I already had HPPD at the time.

My HPPD is not as intense as it was in the 3 months or so following my second LSD experience, when it was most intense. I constantly see 'static,' which is probably the most serious of my HPPD symptoms.

I constantly see 'static,' which is probably the most serious of my HPPD symptoms.

 Just a few days ago I tripped out in school because it was raining outside and I interpreted the static as rain coming through the roof. I get afterimages fairly easily, and sometimes objects and/or my entire field of vision seem to shift around. I also sometimes see wierd 'nothings' that disappear as fast as they appear. The wierdest thing about these 'nothings' though is that they are the same color as whatever they appear in front of, have no outline, and no depth, so I don't even know how I can see them! The last HPPD effect that is still with me is closed eye visuals. These are typically a deep blue but I have also seen them in emerald green. Usually they form a rippling wall or shifting blob similar to some of the screensavers on a windows computer.

In conclusion, my HPPD is annoying, notably the constant static -- which is usually only noticeable at night or in the dark - normally I only see it at day if it is cloudy or if I think about it -- but not serious. I even enjoy some of the visuals I get, especially the CEVs. I plan to continue using hallucinogens, particulary LSD - which I love for the reasons in the first paragraph - but always with months in between each time. I also plan to cut back on cannabis smoking since I find it potentiates HPPD, and I will look into if there are remedies for HPPD out there. I will not go to a doctor since my HPPD is not serious and I don't want to hear a lecture about how drugs are evil. And I would like to add, since I've read mental disorders greatly increase the risk of HPPD, that I almost certainly have neurosis and/or depression and/or bipolar disorder and/or something else although I have never been diagnosed since I have never been to a psychiatrist. Also, I have type 1 diabetes and take insulin but I doubt that would be a contributing factor.

[Erowid Note:
Some authors report suspicions that their cannabis has been 'laced' (adulterated), in some cases, presumably with PCP. While this is possible, readers should be aware that idiosyncratic response to the effects of cannabis (usually higher doses) can lead some users to presume their cannabis has been 'laced'. There is no way to know if the cannabis in the report below was adulterated or not. Reports of plant material and cannabis laced with powerful synthetic cannabinoids and other psychoactive substances became more common starting in 2007.]

Exp Year: 2008-2010	ExpID: 87902

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Jan 20, 2022	Views: 388

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LSD (2) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Retrospective / Summary (11), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 NBOMe Series
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

At the beginning of the second semester of college, I wanted to celebrate coming home from a bad vacation by taking my first dose of LSD in a long time. The dosage was lower than last time, but I didn't mind until I took the paper.

The paper was more bitter than I expected, and I immediately knew I was ripped off.

The paper was more bitter than I expected, and I immediately knew I was ripped off.

 I did not spit it out later, however, because I just wanted to know how fake acid, or how I like to call it, "Solaris," felt.

After ingesting, I started to experience green and purple aberrations after 30 minutes. Rainbow smoke started to drift across my computer screen, and the green and purple aberrations stared to become every color of the rainbow. Admittedly, it was beautiful, and listening to music added to the experience, as the drugs enhanced the music experience.

Soon, I felt a metallic taste in my mouth at around two hours. My face went numb, and my motor skills slowly declined while I was drinking soda as I felt like I could start a nosebleed any second. Intense stimulating euphoria washed over me, as well as panic, and I smiled devilishly whenever I walked over to my suite's bathroom mirror.

Looking deep into my eyes, I could see that one pupil was larger than the other, and I felt like I had to clean my room and set up my desk microphone to keep myself busy, as advice from other people failed on how to calm myself down, as relaxing activities did not fully stimulate me. Also, my libido was incredibly high, and I felt murderous.

After having a disturbing fantasy during my climax, I tried to take a shower and get some sleep, as I was incredibly tired, hungry, and coming down from one of the worst trips I've ever had.

Trying to sleep, I had closed-eyed visuals and even audio. I saw millions of futuristic lights, beautiful things, sound-tracked by various excerpts of human speech, digitally altered to create lush ambient music. I would expect people in 2040 to be taking this drug more, admittedly, and after reading Wikipedia, "Solaris" sounded like a good name for this drug to me.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116060

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Feb 3, 2022	Views: 1,148

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Unknown (120), NBOMe Series (539), LSD (2) : Alone (16), What Was in That? (26), Bad Trips (6)


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

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 3:00

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

This is a trip report for the time I accidentally took an undetermined amount of liquid LSD. It was the last time I ever took acid, but not the last time I’ve taken hallucinogens.

The trip took place in the winter of 1998, shortly before new year’s. I was 20 years old at the time and I am a male. About 5 of my friends and I went to a dance club in Hollywood and my friend brought a vial of L with him to sell. All of us took 2 hits each and a hit of X each at around 11pm and had a blast at the club.

The club closed at 2am and I caught up with my friends who had all taken 1-2 more hits each, so I asked my buddy for the vial…I went to drop one on my tongue but nothing came out. My friend who owned the vial said “just take off the cap, chew on the cap and fill the vial with water and drink that.

Now I should mention that at this point I was not an amateur when it came to psychedelics. I had started taking LSD at age 16 (kids, don’t try this at home. Your brain is still developing and I don’t recommend starting at such a young age) and at this point I had done LSD over 200 times, mushrooms like 50 times and mescaline (microdots) once. So I figured I could handle a couple more drops. (Turns out, it was WAY more than a few drops)

We heard about an after party going on a few miles away and decided to check it out. We got to the after party and headed inside and that’s when things started to turn.

We walked to the back of the club where there was a balcony with seating and we all wanted to sit and chill for a while. There were two staircases leading up the the balcony, one on each side. One side had 4-5 huge steps that you had to basically crawl up, and the other had like 100 tiny steps that you could barely fit half of your foot on. I still don’t know to this day if that was real or part of the trip as I’ve searched for a club that has those stairs but never could find anything on it.

So as we were sitting on the balcony, I was watching the crowd and I noticed a man by the entrance on the opposite side of the building, staring at me. He began to weave his way back and forth in the audience, the whole time getting closer and closer and never breaking eye contact. The man looked exactly like Paul Bearer, The Undertaker’s Manager.

I had a huge wave of paranoia and told my friends that I needed to get some air. Two of them came with me because they could tell I was not in a good place. We crossed the street and sat down against a wall. We sat there for maybe 10 minutes and my visuals were getting heavier and heavier so as a last resort I asked if we could go get some milk somewhere.

We got up and started walking down the street towards a McDonald’s that was 2-3 blocks away. As we were walking, the bricks in the sidewalk were popping up to about 3 feet in the air and then popping back into the sidewalk. Kind of like a whack-a-mole. It took me forever because I was trying to dodge the bricks. All the times I had done LSD before had been 1-3 hits and I had never had visuals that weren’t actually there.

We finally walked up to the door at McDonald’s and it was closed. My friends pounded on the door until one of employees came to the door. My friends explained the situation and the employee was nice enough to let us in so we could buy a milk. We walked up to the counter and as my friends were paying, I had the feeling of something watching me and slowly turned around to find that the restaurant was full of diners, and they were all silently staring at me. This was at around 3:30-4 am and there were definitely NOT any diners in the restaurant. I told my friends I’d be outside and noped right out of there.

Once my friends were outside they gave me the school sized milk and we began to walk back to the club. As we were walking back the carton slipped out of my hand and fell at super slow mo speed. It took about 10-15 seconds to hit the ground, and then the milk splashed out, also in slow motion and hit the sidewalk 4-5 times. Also, the whole time this was happening, cars were driving by at normal speed.

As we walked up to the club there were several ambulances outside and we sat across the street. My logical explanation for the ambulances were that everyone in the club had taken bad drugs and we had all died. I panicked and got up running down the street yelling that I needed to say goodbye to my parents before I died. I lived about 15 miles away and I had no idea where I was. Luckily, my friends were able to chase me down and convinced me to come back somehow. We got back to across the street from the club and we sat down again. The ambulances were gone. My friends were trying to comfort me by telling me I just took a little too much and that I’d be fine in a few hours. The thing was, that’s NOT what I heard them telling me.

My friends were trying to comfort me by telling me I just took a little too much and that I’d be fine in a few hours. The thing was, that’s NOT what I heard them telling me.

 In my mind, and to my ears, they were saying “You took too much man. And you candy flipped?! You are probably gonna die,” and things similar to that.

As I sat there full of existential dread, guess who decides to come out of the front doors to the club. That’s right! Paul Bearer! He slowly crosses the street as cars zoom by him and he stops a foot away from my friends and I and just stares at me for what felt like 15 minutes without saying a word or my friends acknowledging that he was there, then he turned around and went back in the club. After a while my friends saw a Mercedes pull up in front of the club and my buddy said it was his X supplier and we needed to go with him into the car. Afraid to leave my friends I had no choice but to comply. We got in the car and the dealer was visibly upset. He told my friend he needed to pay him what he owed soon or there would be consequences. Then he turned to me and offered me a hit of GHB. I just shook my head no and he kept insisting and I kept refusing which made him mad. My friends were explaining that I was having a bad trip and I didn’t want to take it. He finally, frustratingly agreed to let us out with a final warning to my friend.

We went back into the club and found our way back up to the balcony where the rest of our friends were. We sat there for a bit but I was still having a bad time and I asked if we could go home. They said “Yeah, but we don’t have enough room in the car for everyone. You’ll have to ride in the trunk.” I said nope, I’m not riding in the trunk. My friend said “Well it’s either the trunk, or you have to go home with this guy.” I looked to my left and wouldn’t you know it, Paul Bearer is standing next to me. I quickly agreed to ride in the trunk and we left the club.

When we got to the car, everyone got in the car and I stood at the back waiting for them to pop the trunk. After a minute or so, the driver popped his head out and said “What are you doing man? Get in the car.” I told him I was waiting for him to pop the trunk and they all laughed. “What are you talking about?! Man you are REALLY fucked up huh?” This is when I came out of the main peak, but I was nowhere near finished tripping. I had never tripped so hard I had visuals that weren’t actually there, let alone auditory hallucinations where I was hearing something completely different than what they were saying.

We drove home and the visuals were EXTREMELY strong still and would be for several more hours but I was at least somewhat back in reality now. When we got home I had my friend buy me an 18 pack of beer and over a few hours I drank most of them trying to quit tripping so hard. All that accomplished was my mind was totally sober (aside from the acid) but my body was DRUNNNNK. I stumbled around the apartment for several more hours and finally fell asleep in the late afternoon.

I stopped the acid after that and it was several years before I would try another hallucinogen. I’ve done shrooms maybe 10 times since and DMT twice.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 116085

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Feb 3, 2022	Views: 630

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

I have done plenty of acid, and plenty of whippits in my lifetime, and quite a few times done both concurrently. However the experience I had a few nights ago was nothing like I have ever experienced, and left quite the impression on me.

I had dropped 2 doses of LSD on sugar cubes while waiting for my friend to come meet up with me. While waiting, I walked to my local sex shop to pick up a box of 50 whippits to share. Once my friend arrived, the acid had kicked in quick and hard, and she also dropped two tabs. We both did two double whippits before going to our next destination, a small warehouse rave. Those were fine, fun kaleidoscope visuals.

Once I began peaking, however, that changed. We were sitting outside of the rave, doing plenty of whippits and having as much of a conversation as two people tripping really hard could. However, the more whippits I did the more I lost touch with reality. I have a hard time explaining what I experienced, but I wanted to share it so I'm going to try. Often I ended up somewhere dark, with a woman next to me. I'm not too sure what she said or what happened, but it definitely scared me. I also had a hallucination that I was in the midst of a large crowd, and a man next to me told me "look at all those people, you'll never find your friend. Wouldn't you rather go with me?" to which I said yes out loud.

The next hallucinations were even weirder. In one, everything got dark and I look over to my friend. She's covered in black tar, and my balloon becomes a tar like substance covered in flaking pink paint, my chair also covered in tar which I'm sinking into. She says "the world is fucking dying", and I feel like it's being taped. I truly believed in that moment it was actually happening and it was truly disturbing.

I feel like it's being taped. I truly believed in that moment it was actually happening and it was truly disturbing.

Another hallucination involved gnomes pushing me around, throwing dirt in my face and restraining me while holding a match under my face.

The most common one was somehow being the unwilling test subject to some strange, scifi projects. Like I'd lean into an invisible barrier and into a strange world, and it turns out to be some wild thing someone is testing. Or I'd feel an invisible force vibrating around me until I moved into a certain position. Typing this out I realize how hard it is to explain what I saw. But at the time I thought it was 100% real and I was very confused and scared when it happened.

I spent the rest of my trip afraid I would slip into another fake world, without inhaling any gas. I was afraid people would appear out of thin air with cameras. This paranoia did not cease until I got some sleep, which was only after an 8.5 hour shift at work.

From here on out I will be very hesitant to mix those two again. Being transported into a 100% real-feel hallucination like that, where everything is confusing and terrifying, was honestly not fun and made me feel kind of insane. Especially considering my friend didn't report anything nearly as wild while doing the same thing, though I feel she wasn't holding it in quite as long. I read through the other experiences with this combination and didn't read anything like this so I figured I'd try to share.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113474

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Feb 9, 2022	Views: 398

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Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2) : Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   260 lb

This was my first experience with acid. My cousin, my roommate, my roommates younger sister (over 18) and myself all took 2 tabs of acid one warm summer night. For the most part it was very warm, I couldn't stop laughing as we told stories and took a couple shots.

There was a point, where I was alone in the kitchen, sitting at the table. I was wiping the sweat from my forehead and leaned forward and put my face in the palm of my hands for a brief moment. Without warning, I slipped into a crease in my palm and began descending into a seemingly black and empty infinity.

After some time falling, but not feeling like I was plummeting, I gently fell into the caress of a large shiny black, almost plastic looking hand. Cradling me in a cupping gesture. Like a newborn puppy. Slowly swaying back and forth. I look up. I am in an endless sea of these large shiny black hands, like waves in water.

Their only source of reflection, the crease I fell into my palm, still torn asunder in the sky. Soft white light. I lay back and close my eyes. The light is warm. It feels amazing. I feel weightless. I feel at peace. This is a place of serenity, not fear.

I opened my eyes and suddenly I was sitting in my kitchen again. I'll never forget that endless sea of black hands. How it made me feel. When I close my eyes, I can almost go back there. Maybe one day.

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 116637

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 28

Published: Sep 16, 2022	Views: 245

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LSD (2), Alcohol (61) : Poetry (43), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 220 ug
		 sublingual
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

T-0:00

Around 9 AM, I place 220ug of LSD under my tongue and walk to the woods by my house. I have a little spot up there with an altar I perform chaos magic and smoke weed at. I've packed a bag full of food, water, a jacket, and paint pens. I put on Their Satanic Majesties' Second Request by The Brian Jonestown Massacre. A friend suggested them and I think today is perfect for it. The sun is out, peering through the trees, birds chirp in the branches.

T+0:20

On the 20ish minute walk there I don't really feel anything yet. Perhaps a little happy but not much. Reaching the spot I sit down on boards placed on rocks serving as makeshift benches. Sitar plays through my big headphones and I close my eyes. A distinct elevation in mood occurs. I smile wide and genuine. The acid has really hit me now. I close my eyes, meditating before stimulation becomes too intense. A quiet calm fills me. Normally I'm unable to be still for very long but this fills me with wonder and curiosity.

T+0:40

The birds are more active now, fluttering about and calling to each other. They blend perfectly with the music. Waves of giddy laughter come over me. I've never felt so happy before. Color becomes much more than before as is the case with psychedelics and I notice some light trailing and warping. What a beautiful day it is.

T+1:30

It has been about an hour and a half by this point, most certainly on the come-up. I am very giddy now. Brian Jonestown Massacre has finished. I put on Panic! At The Disco's Pretty Odd for a vaguely similar vibe but distinctly more poppy. I take out some paint pens and walk over to a large rock. I draw fractals and aliens along the side of it. I notice more visual distortions, the rock seems to be warping and shifting. I become intimately fascinated with it, attempting to replicate the distortions with my paint pens. I keep drawing for a while until I decide to move. I dance along to the music, clicking my heels together like some strange Victorian street urchin from Mary Poppins. I twirl around looking at branches. I sit down for a moment getting another paint pen before going to draw on a piece of aluminum siding that someone dragged up here long ago. I draw DMT's molecular structure and other ramblings before noticing much more intense visuals.

T+2:15

Open-eye geometry has formed. I wander down a hillside and watch more birds before returning to the boards. I'm almost tired in a way. I lie down on one and see much more heavy closed eye visuals. Lotus flowers drawn mathematically like a very elaborate spirograph. One line infinitely tracing many many patterns, changing over and over again. I am in awe, lying there for perhaps an hour or so. Time loses meaning as I gaze deeper.

T+~3:00

I decide to go walk home now, relax in my bedroom. I check my phone briefly, no texts from parents, friends checking in on plans for tomorrow. I try my best to get an idea of what's going on before walking the rest of the way home. I put away the paint pens in the basement before going upstairs to my bedroom and putting on The Doors. I scroll through Tumblr, very confused and then decide to just lay around.

T+5:00

The walls are getting interesting as my parents come home around 2:00. Has it really been 5 hours already? I continue laying about until I am told to walk the dog. The day is beautiful and the short stroll around the block calms my nerves. She’s an absolutely wonderful pet and I’m glad to have her. Occasional visuals present themselves, swirling clouds, rainbow fractals in the sky, CEVs of triangles iterating over and over. Some of this may be placebo. A friend checks in on me, I say it's going well.

T+6:00

Getting home I am growing bored, scroll through Instagram and Tumblr more. I become almost disgusted. Social media seems so fake. Everything is manufactured and wrong. Nothing is correct. I am destroying myself somehow.

T+8:00

I am called to dinner and have a relatively calm meal as the peak has definitely faded now. I keep thinking about a Black Angels lyric "Nothing's the same after that yellow elevator". LSD's certainly been an elevator of some kind. Now I must descend. I grow somewhat depressed after the meal. I was spun out tripping all day when my family was out. No work was done at all. My dad should be yelling at me about college or something similar, God knows I have things to do for that, housing requirements and all. What a lazy fucker I've become. I hate what I am. Nobody enjoys me. I am a rambling, drugged out, nervous wreck with nothing to offer.

T+9:00

I should stop existing or become more useful. I ask a friend about this who immediately refutes these things. I talk to her for a while about music and other such nonsense. Something about that calms me down, how accepting she was, how calm and nice. It’s very stabilizing

T+10:30

I take a bath and am disturbed by my reflection in the mirror. I always am on LSD. My body looks other but not as other as my first trip. The soak helps some although looking at my body still makes me uncomfortable. Every time I take psychedelics this happens

looking at my body still makes me uncomfortable. Every time I take psychedelics this happens

.

T+11:15

I go back to my room and watch video game and film critiques until midnight when I fall asleep. Everything seems so fake and wrong when I start watching but I come to something of a realization near the tail end. Watching a review of Ingrid Goes West it hits me. Meaning is derived from the self. We do not need to base our opinions on what others think of them. While this is rather trivial, in my altered state it certainly helped me calm down.

T+23:00

I wake up and feel somewhat depressed and tired. Something's changed but I don't hate myself as much. I'm going to be okay. People don't hate me.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 112590

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Sep 30, 2022	Views: 267

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LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), General (1), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 25 mg
		 oral
		 Amphetamines

		   T+ 9:00

		 oral
		 Pharmaceuticals

		   T+ 9:00
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Ziprasidone

		   T+ 9:00
		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 11:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 11:00
		 185 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

I normally trip on my day off during the night. Earlier in the day, I took an adderall 25mg XR to help me focus with a study. About 9 hours later, I figure it's time to trip. But, I had not taken my antidepressants and geodon for 2 days, so I thought I might as well take it and blast off on 600ug LSD. [Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]

I place the blotter under my tongue, and an hour and a half passes... Well, I'm not tripping. Like. At all. Maybe this trip in particular is a late-bloomer? I waited for another half hour before realizing something is wrong. I went outside to smoke a partial blunt I had leftover, hoping that would, "kick-start," the trip.  It was a huge bummer, but I was not about to let that ruin my night. I had prepared myself for the trip, after all. Mentally and physically. My intention was to grow as a person, like usual. Without that experience happening, I figure I might as well do 185mg of Ketamine (insufflation).

I snorted the thick line of powdered Ketamine and powered through the burning in my nostril. About 10 minutes later, I started to, "feel funny." I was hoping that the Ketamine would, "kick-start," the acid trip as well after the weed failed to do so. I thought that's what was happening, but that was not the case...

What happened 10 minutes later was, at first, terrifying. But after a few minutes, as I sunk deeper and deeper into the K-Hole, I started to get very comfortable in my bed under my weighted blanket. I stared at my bedroom walls, watching the outlines of objects like the door frame morph into various smears of off-white colors with my open eyes as I listened to music.

Listening to hip hop was probably my biggest mistake. The messages portrayed in the songs that my Spotify shuffle featured weren't exactly the most uplifting. Somehow, in my incapacitated state, I managed to remove my headphones, and just sat in bed to think, leaving my headphones turned on beside me so I may hear when the song changes.

I honestly thought I was going to die at first. My mind began racing: "What if the mixture of antidepressants, Geodon, Acid, Adderall, and Ketamine kills me, or damages my brain irreparably."

I felt like a brain, piloting a meat-vessel that wasn't even my own. The experience was surreal and almost jaw dropping. I say almost, because a lot of what I experienced quickly faded from memory, which is unfortunate.

I solidified the fact that I need to quit my job though, as I have been thinking about it for quite some time now, but could never find a good enough reason to leave other than hating the place, and myself for being there in the first place. I'm hoping that future Ketamine use will cure my depression, but I highly doubt it.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116092

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Oct 5, 2022	Views: 398

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Pharms - Ziprasidone (353), LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Depression (15), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

This is a trip report from way back because due to a trip I took AFTER this one, I stopped using LSD entirely. I was going to write about that horrifying trip, but this one is much more interesting.

I was with my boyfriend and a group of friends that I partied with all the time, and the trip took place in our apartment. The first hint of much strangeness to come was the acid itself. They were purple and green pyramids with an eye on them, but somehow they were evil looking, and they were STRONG. I think we all took 2, and this trip came on quick, no hour wait with these guys, I felt it in 20 minutes and knew I was in for a heavy trip. I'll probably reference this more than once in my report but this stuff was SPEEDY, and the entire trip had this crazy manic edge to it. So our plans for the night were to psych out our friends by watching the Manga "legend of the overfiend " which at the time, in the mid 90s was the most evil and fucked up thing we had ever seen! Basically it's about these demons that are trying to take over the world and it is GRAPHIC. There are too many tentacle rape scenes to count, it's gory as hell, and just feels like the ultimate evil, in a manic cartoon colored way. Well, we watched this thing while peaking and it freaked us out, obviously, but not in a bad trip kind of way, it just made me hyper aware of how much evil there was in the world and I was trying to figure out what exactly was WRONG with the creator of this atrocity! I was tripping balls and we for real, were living in a haunted house, there had been a murder suicide there years back and the house itself was scary to live in and it was freaking all of us out. We had adapted a sort of buddy system where we went nowhere in the house alone, even the bathroom which was the freakiest room in the house.

Suddenly my boyfriend says "we're tripping so hard that someone could come up here and murder us and there would be nothing we could do about it!" Now this spooked the hell out of me, and made me even more paranoid than usual when on acid. There was this one scene in the movie where a demon embodies a girl that was just slaughtered and then her face melts off and I could not look at anyone's face for the rest of the night because I kept thinking everyone looked evil and I was really afraid that I would see their faces melt off too! Our weed guy came over to hook us up but refused to stay because we were freaking him out from being so manic and obsessed with evil at this point. Naturally I looked at myself in the mirror and looked like a demonic cartoon, imagine that! I remember being more fascinated with the concept of evil than scared of it, and THAT thought alone freaked me out too! This went on all night and as the sun was starting to rise, we were all looking out the large front window of our second storey apartment and there was this guy walking down the street looking very weird and we were talking about how "off" he looked when he suddenly stopped and looked right at us! He had black holes for eyes and a demonic grin on his face and started to cross the street and approach our house! I remembered what my boyfriend said about someone coming up here to murder us and I flew off the couch to check all the locks while my friends grabbed baseball bats and knives just in case. When I went back to the window, evil dude was just gone. I was convinced he was going to break in and kill us all, but as time passed, I realized that was highly unlikely.

This trip lasted for about 15 hours and was evil the whole way through. Even though, I did not consider it to be a BAD trip at all, just manic cartoonish evil. It still sticks out in my mind almost 25 years after the fact.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 116244

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Nov 8, 2022	Views: 278

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


		 DOSE:

		 9 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

It was New Years Day and I decided to celebrate New Years Eve on New Years Day because I had friend that could not make it to my house on New Years Eve. I had a friend come over and dose us both for the occasion. We decided we had 40 min until we were going to trip so we went to go see Lord of the Rings at the movie theater. As we got to the theater 20 minutes late, we had missed the movie and were deciding on were we were going to go instead.

Well, I had started to trip really hard which was weird because I trip a lot and it usually is not that hard at 20 minutes in. I started to feel a little overwhelmed and I just wanted to go to sleep; but, my friends wanted to go to an arcade and I'm a really nice person. So I said okay but someone else had to drive. As we got to the arcade that was 10 minutes from the movie theater the feeling of tripping was over and I had nothing going on in my body no buzz or visuals at all.

I told my friends I just wanted to go home and go to bed and they said alright. Well, I arrived at home and it had been approximately 40 minutes since I dosed and was going to lay down in my bed. I had 6 people in my room and one person was on my laptop as I started to fall asleep. Then I realized no one had a ride home. So I had my roommate drive everyone home and I was left with the neighbor across the way in my room on my laptop. This is when everything started to go crazy because it had been an hour and a half since I dosed and was ready to fall asleep.

This is really hard to explain but as I fell asleep I could still hear things that are going on and the neighbor was asking me for a smoke and I couldn't move at all. I wanted to say I don't have one but for some reason I felt like I was being sucked into a black hole. As things started to get faster his voice echoed and all I heard was "Oh shit!" As it echoed I was thrown into another world. I really had no base of time but I would have to say it would have been two hours since I dosed. While I felt like I was thrown everything turned black and I seen a spiral coming towards me. It was a filmstrip starting at the point I was born and it was spiraling very slow at that point and it started getting faster and I seen all of my favorite points of life. As it reached the end it started swirling really fast.

It was a filmstrip starting at the point I was born and it was spiraling very slow at that point and it started getting faster and I seen all of my favorite points of life. As it reached the end it started swirling really fast.

I felt like I was being thrown back into my body. As soon I felt myself again everything was still. My neighbor wasn't moving while on my laptop his hands were stuck in the air and I had really thought I died at that point and began to freak out a bit. I just wanted to be alone. I began yelling at the neighbor telling him to get out, but he still was not moving so I grabbed his legs and tried to drag him off my bed. As soon as that happened he disappeared. I sat and thought to myself. Everything was still so I had no realization of time.

I figured I would walk outside and see if anything was happening and nothing was. As I thought since nothing was happening I might as well get comfortable so I got completely naked. I don't know what was going on at that point. Well, while naked I started seeing rays of light that I could touch and as I touched them I would be able to control what they were. I felt like I had the ability to see how I could have seen how my life would have been if I would have did things differently as I touched these rays of light. I played for a while with them and saw everything I ever wanted of my life if I was with this person that person and so on.

I realized I was butt ass naked in my parking lot outside of my parking lot as my car pulled up and beeped its horns and heard laughter. One of my lady friends came back with my roommate and was laughing very hard and then I was thrown back into reality and realized I wasn't dead and everything would be okay. Afterwards, my lady friend got me dressed and I realized I wanted so much more to life. I feel that without having that one experience I would not be at peace with myself and would love to hop aboard light rays if possible. In any case, it's all just a big film.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 30079

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 24, 2023	Views: 265

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

I was not at all an experienced drug user. It was my freshman year in high school and I had been smoking weed for approximately 2 years and I drank, but that's as far as my drug use went. Well, I had been wanting to try harder and better things for a while and then my friend gave me 2 geltabs (I cannot recall what kind, but someone I know who has tripped over 120 times told me it was very strong!). Well, it was after school and I was alone so I decided not to take it.

The next day in school I realized I still had the 2 tabs on me. I was really bored and it was right after 2nd period, 10 am. I told my druggie friend what I had and she told me to take it. I thought it sounded like a good idea since I figured she could take care of me if something went really wrong, and I was really bored. Well, I popped both in my mouth. Not much later, I started feeling crazy and out of control. Everything looked really funny. They took me to the locker room in the gym and I sat there and started bugging out. They knew it was a bad idea for me to go to class, so I just sat there. I started seeing all sorts of crazy things, even though none of it was there. I was really scared and I realized I was fucked up badly. The teacher came in to yell that we couldn't just sit there, we had to go to class. I saw monkeys dancing around and a dog on the floor.

My friends realized that if an official saw me they would know I was fucked up. They tried to take me out of the locker room but I was too busy crying that the dog couldn't come with us. They picked me up and dragged me out of there. They decided to bring me to lunch where I could sit and relax. But the walls in my school were really curvy and there are like a million turns. I kept feeling as though the walls were going to get me and hit me. Then I finally got to the stairs and they totally bugged me out. I refused to walk and began to crawl up the stairs. Then they heard the dean start to come to scream for us to get out of the hallways and into class. They knew they couldn't have the dean see me crawling up the stairs so they brought me to the bathroom. I started bugging out in there.

They decided to bring me to my bio lab class and I could sit there because the teacher already knew me and my friends were druggies, so we knew he wouldn't care. I sat at my table just staring at it, thinking there were all sorts of colors even though it was white. The teacher just ignored me. Then I got real hot and went to the window. I was so hot I stuck my whole body out the window and almost fell out. Then the dean came into my class and said they had to speak to me. I was so scared. I left the room and said I wanted my friend that was with me in class to come with me. So they said she could come. They brought me to the bathroom and started questioning why I looked so funny. I said I had been sick and vomited and also had an asthma attack. They said ok, they were going to go get the nurse and to stay there.

Now, I wasn't really seing crazy things as much, but I was so scared and nervous and paranoid they would figure out what was wrong. My friend kept trying to calm me down but I just started crying and couldn't stop. Then the nurse and the dean came back and they were like, what's the matter, are you okay? Why are you shaking so much? I said I just didn't feel well and that after my asthma attacks I start to shake because I get myself so worked up and scared, and that I would be fine and I wanted to go back to class. They said no and took me downstairs. They said my friend had to go to class, though. I really didn't want her to leave and started crying again. They took me to the office and made me call my mom.

I told her I just hadn't felt well and I would be fine and she was like, you want me to come pick you up and bring you to the doctor? I was like nooo, because I knew a doctor would figure it out. Well, to make this very long story end, they let me go and suggested to my mom that I get drug tested. After that I was fine and felt better the rest of the day. I learned a lot from that day. I put myself in a bad situation. You should not do something where there is a chance you can get in trouble around a lot of officials and school is not a place for drugs.

If you want to try something or do drugs, don't do them in school. Also, I should have learned more about the drug and the effects and I should have been more prepared for what could happen. I have since done acid again many times and have now done many other drugs as well. I have never again had a bad trip or any other experiences or problems like that and have never come so close to being caught again. That was the worst experience of my life and it taught me a lot of life lessons. It prepared me really well for the drugs I have done since then.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 1534

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 5, 2001	Views: 9,271

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LSD (2) : Large Group (10+) (19), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

It all started off innocently enough.  I was going to St. George, Utah, to pick up a friend and go to Vegas for a fun filled weekend of smoking weed, cruising the strip, and a Phish concert.  Prior to this trip I had never even considered taking acid.

Friday morning we left St. George and headed for Vegas.  We smoked some shwag on the way down the canyon and jammed to the Doors, and talked nonsense till we got to Vegas.  When we got to Vegas we met up with some mutual friends, one of which attends UNLV and lives in the dorms, which is where we slept.  Friday night everyone found tickets to the Phish show, so we all went and had an awsome time.

Saturday morning we woke up late and sat around reminiscing about how cool the concert was.  We all decided we would try to get tickets to the Saturday night show.  Then my friend D pulled out a little bottle and smiled at me.  He asked me if I wanted to do some acid.  It was a very interesting thought, I had never really considered it before.  I had only smoked pot about three times before this trip.  I asked everyone what it was like and about all I could gather from them was that it was 'crazy,' 'intense,' and that I would be a different person after.  I thought for about fifteen minutes and decided to go for it.  D put two drops from the little breath freshener bottle on my tounge.  I rubbed it around my mouth and swallowed.  'That's it?' I asked.  'Thats it,' D said.  The friend I drove down from St. George also took one hit.

I asked why no one else was doing it and they explained that you develop tolerance and they didn't want to have to do twice as much to get the same effect.  I had no idea the night before that they were all tripping.  At first I had the feeling that nothing was going to happen.  They just told me to hold on and it would work.  About a half hour after taking the acid, things started to happen.  The first effect I noticed was that a blue chair in the room seemed much more blue.  It was strange but not alarming.  Then I laughed my ass off as I watched my friend B roll a joint.  It was so funny that he had these finely tuned 'joint rolling skills.'   Then we set off on what would be the strangest journey of my life.

As we set off across the parking lot the sun was high and hot, about 1:00 in the afternoon.  I could sense things much better.  I could feel the heat from the pavement and the sun was brighter.

There was quite a while before the show, so we decided to just chill and walk around the parking lot amongst all the Phish heads.  We picked a nice grassy hill partialy in the shade and by a big 'friendly' rock.  This is when I started to peak.

I sat among my friends, on a small grassy hill, partly in the shade of my friend the pine tree, and by my friend the rock.  I looked around and the trees started to dance and the grass seemed to flow like a gently, peacefully, rolling stream.  All the people relaxing around me were very beautiful.  It was one of the happiest moments I've ever had.  Everyone and everything were happy to be there sharing in each others' company.

Someone suggested that we go exploring and I was happy with doing anything.  We walked around all the campers and busses and did some people watching.  It was a very surreal experience.  Walking around thinking crazy stuff, all the dealers wispering 'acid, shrooms, extacy' at us.  Then it happened:  I was lost.  Four hundred miles from home, tripping balls, and I was lost.  I tried to stay calm and was fairly successful.  I just remembered I was on drugs and they would go away sooner or later.  Finally I found my friends without incident and we went back and chilled on the grass which was very relieving.  We didn't find tickets to the show but I was content for I had had my own little 'show.'

I think I will definitely do acid again some time.  It is quite an experience, but do some research before you try it.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5307

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 5, 2001	Views: 12,211

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