		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 5:00
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 5:30
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 DPT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 5:30
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Damiana
		 (dried)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   83 kg

16.04 microdot swallowed. I walk around park area just beside the town and stop at a sightseeing place, where I could see glimpses of large lake and lots of forest.

16.34 First hints of alertness noted. Some middle-aged couple came to the same spot to talk about their marriage and I decided to move further to nearby cliffs.

16.50 Acid begun to go up. Views from the cliffs were incredible. Clouds and the landscape with the big lake were gorgeous and seemed to fill the universe.

I walked to meet my friend a bit after. Acid was taking on very hard while walking. This onset was a bit difficult part, I almost became nauseous but luckily I hadn't eaten for over 5 hours, so it passed quickly. We walked back to that same cliff to see views and talk. We decided to go back to town. An elderly lady driving by with bicycle was one interesting example of acid hallucinations. When the lady was far away, she looked like a typical old grandma with white hair and lovely, round face. She got closer and turned into a kamikaze pilot roaring along the road. When she went by, she had turned into a witch with vertically stretched face and an evil grimace. Some car that raced by near us scared me good time. The whole city buzz was very distracting. City parks with bright yellow trees had never seemed so beautiful and mystical. When we entered one such park, I felt like suddenly entering into a yellow world that consisted of us, yellow leaves forming the ground and the giants of this land, yellow trees slowly swaying in the wind.

After a few minutes of walking in the labyrinth of central city, we arrived into a friend's place where were many people that I didn't know. Reggae music was playing loud and it quickly turned into an uncomfortable, restless feeling. Not much because of those unknown people but more due to the too chaotic music. Me and my friend went back outside to have a walk along a river.  Ducks were swimming in the river. Their swimming became a fascinating event to watch. They had complex paths in their swimming but the paths seemed to make all the sense. After some insightful talk it was getting colder so we headed back inside.  I tried to play Propeller Island's My Beautiful VCA (which is a recommended piece of art for anyone interested in new experiences while on acid), but the stereo system didn't have good enough 3d stereo image and it didn't really work that well as it did at home. Namlook was the musical choice for most of the evening after that.  I went to sit between the loudspeakers and tried to concentrate on my psychedelic state. I did sink into my thoughts and music from time to time. I also socialized and talked with a few people every now and then.

That was an interesting experience, since I have not tripped with other people very often. Especially not with people that I didn't know. People came and went, I mostly sat there in the same place thinking how they all played social games that are so very common in all social settings. Later, after the trip, I wondered if these topics came from the book I was reading, Steven Pinker's 'How The Mind Works', which tells about evolutionary psychology.

t+5h I decided to deepen my state by smoking a slight hit of weed and hash oil. So I did, but it didn't bring enough results. I also realized I didn't have nearly any normal visuals, like breathing walls, patterns or liquid ceilings. This was rather surprising considering how strong this microdot was in other aspects.

t+5h30min I decided to take a hit of DPT. So I took too medium lungfuls of  damiana soaked in DPT freebase and sat down to see what would happen.  First I thought that nothing would happen. I was already given up hope  that I could get deeper than that, when I realized I already was quite a  lot deeper than some time ago. I awoke from my  reveries and realized I had not been aware of the surrounding events for  quite some time. I felt very relaxed.

Again DPT took an extremely soft  start and the whole transition to the deeper state of mind had passed  unnoticed. It was getting very difficult to keep up conversation with  people. One experienced girl had in fact suggested the weed to get rid  of surrounding noise so I could concentrate on my trip, but DPT had done  that job pretty well. With great difficulties I answered questions that  some people asked from time to time (after all, I was a new person in  their circles so they wanted to know about my background and I tried to  explain myself). Music had become a constant and important part of my  subjective universe.   I had received quite a bunch of energy before smoking weed and DPT. Some  slow, controlled movements were a good way to get rid of that extra  energy. But after weed and DPT hits I became relaxed and there was no  extra energy anymore, or at least I didn't feel it in the nervousness of  my limbs anymore. Now I noticed an interesting phenomenon. When I  touched my fingertips together, my fingers begun to glow with dim  turquoise light. With eyes closed I felt the touching as an energy  flowing between my hands.

At some point (I had lost the track of time  completely by now) I could see faint figures through my eyelids. They  were formed by sounds, exactly as if I had faint powers of Daradevil  (the cartoon hero). When I heard a sound, a faint  image of the cause of that sound was formed in front of my closed  eyelids. For example, when some people walked by, I could see faintly  their feet when they walked. When I heard clashes I saw glimpses of the  events that caused the sound. This interesting feature was not strong,  but nevertheless, very interesting. One of the people said to me that I  should close the curtains, but I couldn't say how she said it. I asked  from her about it and she claimed she had never said anything. I  couldn't say if she was telling the truth or if I had imagined the whole  thing.

The most remarkable moment happened at the end of DPT session, when I  was already coming back to acid baseline. I was lying on a mattress and  stood up quickly. I have experienced a 'black-out' phenomenon when  standing up too quickly from rest (propably has something to do with  brains not getting enoug blood momentarily). I always feel a bit  disoriented and  for a few seconds have no recollection who am I or where am I. This same  phenomenon happened just then. Amplified by acid, weed and DPT, it was  simply miraculous event. For a moment I was floating in eternity,  seeing things that I couldn't say what they were, where they were or who  I was. This moment felt literally a very, very long time. Slowly I begun  to recollect what those things were that I was seeing. A table, some  mobile phones, empty beer bottles, window, etc. Slowly I also gained  knowledge of who I was and where I was. After I had become back to  earth, I felt more sober and clear than in all my life. This only lasted  for a second or two before I fell back to acid state of mind. I was  stunned. I felt like a newborn. I was dropped here from nowhere and  given life.

Well, it was not quite so profound experience as I may make  it sound like. It was more an astonishing few moments of blackout.  Other people were going to bars and I decided it was time for me to go home. After short walk in parks looking at those mighty trees again I headed back home. Next morning I felt very refreshed, even though my daughter woke me up early. It had been a rewarding trip and life was good. Next time I'll skip the cannabis and take DPT directly.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 27574

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 12, 2005	Views: 9,692

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LSD (2), DPT (21) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 2.0 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Note: I'm lazy today so I'm going to give a thumbnail sketch of most of the day so we can get to the GOOD parts

So, not so long ago I hosted one hell of a fun psychedelic party at some rich person's house who I was supposed to be house sitting.

I started off the day with 1.5 Alex Grey blotters. Nice. After a couple hours of peaking on the Alex Greys with a few close friends a bunch of kids showed up, all of whom had been heavily dosed on sugarcubes on the ride over. I don't know if these sugarcubes were LSD or DOB/DOI or what, but they appeared to be pretty heavily dosed. (I think it was 8 hits per sugarcube!)

Anyway once it got dark out everybody was pretty spun. Some people were shroomin, some were dosed, some were drinking heavily and blowing yayo off the skis that were hanging in the garage. I made a fire in the firepit and we got a bunch of lawn chairs and chilled around there, talking about random tripped out stuff and having a good time.

Then I noticed a car come up the driveway.... but I wasn't expecting any more guests this evening. Holy shit it's [name removed to protect identity]! How did he even find this place? Is that...... good lord that is a 50lb nitrous tank and now he is rolling it into the garage.

Of course nitrous tanks aren't free, but he said I could rent it from him and we'd work something out later. Pretty soon he had to go chill with his girlfriend and I was left in charge of the nitrous tank.

Now, being in charge of a nitrous tank is fun at first, because everyone gets to do mad nitrous. But, then it becomes a pain when I have to start cutting people off for the 3rd or 4th time in a row because I was only supposed to use like 1/4 of the tank and people were reeeeeeal slow to pitch in.

But whatever, I was in a good mood still tripping on the Alex Grey LSD. And plus I'd had a few balloons.

It was around this time, maybe 9:30pm, when we brewed the first of several large batches of mushroom tea. I took about 3 grams worth of mushroom tea for myself and sipped it over the course of about half an hour.

Now, I was worried the shrooms would either, 1) barely work because of tolerance built from LSD, or, 2) clash with the LSD and create some evil psychic creature.

What actually happened was that I transitioned from a nice LSD plateau to a beautiful +++ shroom trip. Well, that worked better than I expected! I, along with everyone at my awesome party, was having a fucking blast. Some kids were extremely spun on the very heavily dosed sugarcubes and I took it upon myself to make sure they weren't getting any bad vibes from some of my other friends who were drinking, doing coke, and talking trash.

Talking trash all in good fun, of course, but these particular friends of mine are practically immune to psychedelics and therefore don't understand how the workings of a heavily dosed mind.

The most heavily spun of all the partiers asked if he could borrow somebody's hat for a while... ...now, I know *exactly* what it's like to really want a hat while tripping. In fact, I have had one particularly heavy trip where a hat really turned the whole thing around to a great trip. Nobody else would give him their hat but I gladly offered up mine, telling him I know exactly how it feels to be in his shoes.

Ganja was smoked throughout the night.

At perhaps 3:30am we were all still sitting fireside, occasionally playing drums, harmonica, guitar, and just chillin. Even though the nitrous tank had been 'cut off' hours ago, there wasn't much I could do to stop one of my best friends (who, in his mind, was 'guarding the tank' for me) from busting out the occasional round of balloons for everyone in his black-out drunk + coked up condition. Plus he ate an 8th of dank mushrooms which he claimed didn't affect him (and they probably didn't, he really is immune to psychedelic drugs, it's really weird).

In case you could care less about my sweet party and are interested in descriptions of intense psychedelic experiences, start reading from here.

Anyway he brought a fat balloon up to me. And knowing it was going to be the last balloon of the night I raged that far past the point of metallic wah-wah-wah world. It was like all of a sudden all the LSD and mushrooms I'd eaten that day hit me all at once, but 100x stronger. I've never smoked 5-MeO-DMT but I imagine it might be something like that.

Since I had done several balloons earlier in the night, I have no idea how this occured:

I was staring at the fire the whole time, and the flame became three dimensional and made of patterns. The rest of my vision went totally white. At first I thought, shit, I am gonna pass out, but I didn't. Instead the white part of my vision surrounding the 3-D rotating flame turned into bright red/yellow/orange extremely detailed patterns which took up my entire vision. I could see nothing else.

During this period I was fairly lucid, although I couldn't have spoken a word if I needed to. I could hear echoes in the distance which were clearly the people around me talking. Fortunately none of them were trying to talk to me during this period.

Slowly, the extremely vivid, full vision psychedelic patterning faded as outlines of the people sitting around me began to form. After another couple minutes my vision was back to normal and as soon as I felt confident enough to speak without spewing out complete nonsense I told everyone what I just experienced. They all seemed to think that was pretty damn intense although since they'd all been tripping and doing nitrous too they'd all had some pretty crazy experiences themselves.

Then I realized I still had 2/3 of the balloon left in my hand. So I went right back into nitrous space. This time, perhaps because I dilulted the balloon a little with my exhales, it was a little less intense, but still completely dissociative and like peaking on 7 grams of mushrooms at the same time.

After that whippit I decided I'd had enough drugs for the night. There was no way I could get any higher than that, so why try. In fact, I'll be impressed if I ever get that high again, ever.

So we rolled up a couple spliffs and passed them around.

By this point we were all extremely relaxed from having a long day of tripping and doing nitrous. The sun was starting to come up so I ate a couple milligrams of clonazepam, instructed people who were still pretty spun to watch over the fire until it burned out, and passed out like a champ.

.....

The moral of the story is, I throw the best parties ever.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 46863

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 4, 2005	Views: 18,034

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Large Group (10+) (19)


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

		   T+ 2:00
		 200 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

I arrived home at about 12:15pm, I had dropped 4 hits of acid about 2 hours previous, and I was just beginning to peak. A little disoriented from the buzzing inside my head, I began to prepare for what I knew would be an intense night. I shut off all sources of light and noise from my room, blocked out the windows, pushed blankets under the door. I waited for about 7 minutes, enjoying the visuals until I was sure my eyes had adjusted and the room was completely black. I felt my way over to my desk and used a glowstick to find the line of K I had cut when I arrived home. I snorted the whole line through one nostril, stuffed the glowstick in a drawer and grabbed my CD Player/Headphones and jumped into bed. A mix CD of all my favorite Infected Mushroom tracks would provide the landscape for the night.

Halfway into the first track, I felt the chemical drip from the K, although it didn't seem quite as unpleasant as usual. I felt my bed tilt backwards, until I slipped and fell out of my own body, swirling around myself, then floating out, landing 3-4 inches above myself. My first thought was I had died. My second was Don't Panic. God bless Douglas Adams (Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy). Maybe I was dead, but that was no reason for concern. So instead I relaxed and waited for what was to come. My mind drifted back towards the music, which seemed to keep me anchored to the physical world. Every sound seemed a separate organism, I tried to examine each one as it went past, when my brain flipped around, offering me a new view, and I saw the music as a landscape stretched out as far as I could see, split along angles I didn't know exsisted. It was perfectly flat, yet was wrapped around me in the shape of rising and falling mountains, like a massive three dimensional oscilliscope.

Just as I was getting used to this new view, something I hadn't thought about before the trip occured. The track ended. Because of the way my CD burner works, there is at least 4 seconds between tracks, and those 4 seconds seemed to last for eternity. All of a sudden I was alone. I had no sensory input (I couldn't feel anything). I was nothing. I didn't exist. I was just a disembodied mind. I panicked. I had never been so lost in my life. I tried to get out of the bed but I couldn't move. Invisible points of space began to move towards me, I could see or hear or feel them, but I knew they were there. The next track began. Something happy. The invisible points were torn away and again my vision was full of light and landscape. The next track break wasn't anywhere near as bad, just alot of thinking. Half broken thoughts of disjointed ideas about nothing. This continued until the end of the CD, about an hour later. By this point the peak was nearly over and I found I could move again, I got out of bed and stood shakily in my room. I tried to walk and I collapsed.

I crawled to the corner of my room and found the lightswitch, I turned it on and stared at the most disfigured, twisted mockery of the physical world I have ever seen. The best I can describe it as, was extreme double vision, reflected away from itself then remerged. Nothing looked real. I ran into my bathroom, bumping into walls and doors along the way. The biggest mistake of my life. I caught a glimpse in the mirror of my face, distorted and fractured, eyeballs bulging out, melting. I nearly screamed. I went straight back into my room. I turned off the lights, took 4 caps of Kava and crawled into my bed. I couldn't get the CD player to work again. I tossed and turned for the rest of the night, speaking occasionally at nothing with words that meant nothing, and were cut off half way through. Eventually the Kava relaxed me enough to sleep, I do not remember any dreams I had, although I'm sure I dremt.

A powerful combination, it can be frightening. Next time I will plan it out a lot more. I wouldnt say it was a bad trip, just not the most pleasant.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 13957

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 10, 2005	Views: 8,746

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 IV
		 Heroin

		 insufflated
		 Cocaine

		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

'Addictive personality' is how the patronising walrus of a counsellor described me in her report forms earlier today. I felt ready to gouge her eyes out with the plastic coffee stirrer I had at hand for using such a generalisation. An arrogant term coming from a woman who completely looked through my character and the actual facts to a textbook reference she'd committed to memory when her vapid brain had decided that it needed another buzz word. I left the clinic feeling dejected and miserable. As if I'd had an insult branded to my scrotum.

But, just to take a look at myself objectively, I think now that it's absolutely true. I become bored and destructive when I'm in my default consciousness, and strive to fill my days with at least one type of inebriation. But, as with information, facts or anything else the brain can assimilate, addiction is a learning curve, which, when it abruptly stops, lingers in the brain's and body's chemistry and composition but eventually fades, given the right circumstances.

Soooooooooo... This is another one of those stories about (drum roll, please) 'The Downward Spiral'. But underlying this, I think, is an important and valuable lesson, which gave me the motivation to write this: Even though addictive drugs (narcotics, stimulants, some psychedelics, etc.) can be an absolute bane to somebody's life, one can't just escape that addiction by taking a few trips from psychedelic drugs. This misapprehension took me from a slow, attenuating spiral to a perpetual corkscrew, before I plunged into a demijohn of insanity. Let's start over:

Back in 1999, I was a fresh-faced idealistic sixth former [equivalent to high school student] - clean and prepared to take my future to whatever soaring heights this education could attain. That is until I stepped into the teacher's toilets one day.

Two girls were slumped over one another in the cubicle, one was bleeding pretty heavily from her left arm and the other was just... staring. Four irises constricted to just leave pinprick pupils and bloodshot whites. Now I wasn't exactly ignorant about these things - I'd been to scads of parties and seen the effects of many drugs on people reckless or foolish enough to snort, swallow, shoot or take suppositories, and the bleeding arm gave away that last little telltale detail (I'd later learn to love that vinegar/chemical smell that lingers on one's clothes and hair). The Big Bad Horse had been released from its hypodermic stable and was now walloping a couple of kids' brains with its hepatitis hooves.

'What the hell do I do about this?' was my first impression.

I walked over and gave the non-bleeding girl a gentle slap on the cheek. She just rolled her head over and continued to stare blankly for a second before the facts hit home (another phenomenon I came to love) and her face whitened with shock. I'd known this girl for a couple of years, casually, and had pretty good reason to surmise that she really didn't give a shit about her education. The police, on the other hand, would have evacuated her bowels pretty quickly, despite the constipation. That meant she had at least a couple of wads on her. I rubbed my hands together as I prepared to be an absolute bastard to her.

'This is a pretty sticky situation, isn't it Rachel?' (names are changed, obviously);

'What?'

'Rachel the Rogue, having taken naive, impressionable Sarah in her sidecar to the test dummy site. Perhaps the old chromatograph will take your side at the test lab.'

'Don't tell anyone. Oh God...'

Sarah was now stirring a bit, but she just slumped right back over, shivering every once in a while.

'If I can't tell anyone, I'll have to blackmail you.'

(In case you hadn't noticed, dear reader, I was a bastard back then.)

'Whaddaya want?' How eloquent of her.

'I'm not asking for any high price. Let me think for a second...'

I'd wanted to try at least something for quite a while, but it never occurred to me that a hookup would just jump from the briny blue.

'You got any on you? Now, I mean.'

'I got one but I wanna keep it.'

'That's fine, fine. I'm a smoker, I know all about the misery of addiction. That's why I'm only asking for half of it. Just a taste.'

'Okay.'

I took Rachel and Sarah to a more secure, lavishly furnished broom cupboard across the site where we could sit with our thumbs up our arses until the cows came home. She cooked and shot her wad with some juice from a Jif lemon I'd recently stolen from the home economics kitchens before offering me the needle.

'I'm not sticking that into me. Got a clean one, or do I have to get one of those from the home ec labs as well?'

'My bag's back in the toilets.' Susan was still fucked out of her eyeballs, but she was starting to wonder how the hell she had travelled across the site in her dreary opiate-induced state. I told her to go back to sleep (which she didn't) and ran back to the toilets.

Long story short, here, as I'm rambling a bit, I took my first shot that day, and returned to my physics class bleary-eyed and, well (to use a charming expression) fucked. I felt completely amazing: I still had my steadiness and coordination, I could still think with the logic and accuity needed for the class, but I also felt completely carefree, unrestrained, slightly drowsy and completely at peace. I itched like fuck, and there were vomit stains on my tie from the regurgitation session I'd enjoyed in the broom closet shortly before leaving those two lovely lasses in peace, but... oh wow. Instant nihilism in a syringe, with very few of the absurdities that Nietzsche overlooked in his more insane days. And best of all, I thought I could still continue with my classes in this way, and, to an extent, I did. I kept my shooting strictly to lunchtimes. And breaktimes. And after school. Oh, and (still strict here) every once in a while, before shool.

Heroin, however, became number one on my 'most boring things one can do to one's veins' list (although I'd minimised other people's recognition of the track-marks by using an intravenous catheter and taping the syringe's barrel to my arm. I'd keep it taped / strapped there permanently and simply replace the hypodermic needles when the need arose. I'd obtained a wheel filter and fresh points from the needle bank, no problemo. It also made loading &amp; shooting the syring a hell of a lot easier, and, after adding a pipette-end to my syringe assembly, the injection rate was perfect. The bionic junkie. It also ensured that I'd only ever use my own syringe.)

Anyway, exit junk, pursued by a bear.

I was feeling low. Very low and strung out from withdrawal. I'd just about given up school (a temporary hiatus, I'd told myself, until the postman informed me that I'd flopped.) and sat around at home, drinking, smoking dope and wanking until my dick was sore. I needed uplifting. When, of all cosmic coincidences, whose path of fate should bissect mine but dear Rachel's, avec the world's favourite brain tonic - Mr. Coke himself. The other big cheese I'd been meaning to wrestle with for quite awhile (internet access is a wonderful thing - page upon page of useful druggy information). I was apprehensive after my little heroin debacle, but that all just seemed to disappear once the coke hit my nasal mucosa. Now this was cool. I felt dynamic, energetic, witty and sophisticated. I got my shit together and jittered like a jackhammer over to the old school house, appealed to the head of the science department and the head of the sixth form for reinstatement, on the grounds of depression.

So after I'd re-entered 6F, I managed to cram and cram and cram nonstop with charlie's aid, achieving exemplory results. The only repercussions being crashes, nosebleeds, heart palpitations, uncontrollable ataxia (shakes) and a 2000 cigarettes a day habit. No bother. The old ticker would be put to good use when it exploded from my chest cavity, as power for the entire city of London. I was just like schroedinger's cat - alive, dead, escaped from the box, and mutated into a horned incubus simultaneously. What a blast.

But, shock and horror. It stopped working. I'd used amphetamines before and as an alternative, they offered very little aside from empty, engine-driven stimulation. I needed to dry out, but I couldn't deal with all the crap that detox entailed. A different measure was in order. So, now our chalky friend disappears into the soul's heavy winds of memory. All for the best, really. My nose felt as if it had psoriasis treated with a fibreglass poultice, and my bowels were ready to evacuate themselves through my mouth and strangle me. So who else should enter, stage right, then our little pixie friend Rachel, with fifty blotters of recent acquiesence stuffed down her bra, and a playful grin embellished upon her face.

Blotters WERE the answer. They completely offset the withdrawal and posed existential questions that I'd never asked to myself before. I went on a blotter-fuelled tour of the realms of perception, Manson family style (except without the homicides). I began to believe that I was the golden child. No problems that I couldn't deal with, a religious guru in the church of extra-dimensional resonance, and that I could skip from dimension to dimension at will. This continued for five or six weeks, frying on five or six blotters as soon as any hint of a comedown. I was a self-created sollipsism, a God of my own universe. All I had to do was provide the matter, define the constants and watch as the visions proliferated. A complex delusion, but a delusion nonetheless. But the absurdity of that was easy to see when sober, it just merely returned when tripping. There was a delusion of the bigger picture as well: That I was fine and happy with the way my life was going.

The truth was, that I was absolutely miserable. I felt dysphoric whenever sober, I was broke and almost dying from anorexia. My sense of touch become a game of distingushing the jelly that composed the table and the jelly that composed the walls. Call it nuts, perhaps you could call it HPPD or peripheral / central nervous system damage from all the drugs I'd been taking, but the bottom line was that it was really shitty. With every consecutive trip I took, I became more and more despondent, more withdrawn from the outside world. I didn't like the crowd I hung around with, they were shallow and lived their lives for taking drugs, talking drugs, buying drugs and pushing drugs, and they loved the image that came with it all. I'd reached terminal velocity and hit the ground with a mighty whallop, before being mopped up by the professionals and reposited into a counselling session. In other words, I'd taken 10-12 heavily loaded blotters and enjoyed a schizophrenic outbreak in a town centre.

Whilst still tripping, I recounted the above story to her and absorbed her condescending word as if it were the grand unified theory. There's more in store, and I'm absolutely miserable about it. I've now been unemployed, anorexic and delusional for eighteen months and my body and brain have seen better days, let me assure you. I suppose optimism is called for, but right now, counselling provides all the homogenised optimism I could ask for.

So let me conclude this saga by getting back to my main point (this isn't just an observation in myself: I've read about, and witnessed people having the most profoundly stupid revelations while tripping, only to find in dismay that, despite their memories being shot to shit, they still remember) and that is:

Psychedelics DO (a lot of the time, anyway) seem to amplify any emotional response one has to a thought or idea, especially if it seemingly affects the whole outlook on life. I guess the fact of the matter is that I should take these profundities with a pinch of salt. Psychedelics may be fun, and I probably will take them again in the future, even after all this nonsense, but reality, whether it sucks or not, is still the only viable permanent solution outside the looney-bin.

If you've read this far through my pontification, I really do congratulate you, and hope that this message can prevent at least one person making an unequivocably stupid mistake. That'd make me happy, I think. Even though this is an anonymous report, I'd like to thank the people to whom I'll show this report if it's published. Thanks for supporting me, and enduring my undeniable selfishness through all this.

Over and out.

The tin of cranberries.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 21305

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 13, 2005	Views: 34,402

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Heroin (27), Cocaine (13), LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I experimented recently with SSRIs and psychedelics by undergoing a one month treatment of sertaline and trying different psychedelics at that time.  I was curious as to see what the effects would be because I know that psychedelics (especially mushrooms) cause a rush of seratonin to the brain.  My hypothesis was that the SSRI would lengthen or intensify a trip by inhibiting the reuptake of the released serotonin.  I submitted a trip report for my SSRI/ P.cubensis trip and I will note here that my trip was shorter but much more intense (especially the body high) than any experience I had without the SSRI.

The acid I got was from a friend.  I was skeptical at first because it had seemed like ages since there was any good acid going around.  However, he said he took two of these plain white blotters and tripped for over twelve hours.  I had taken acid once (well more than once, but only once was it enough to have a noticable effect) in Spain and enjoyed it quite a bit.  I had strong enough of a trip to get good OEV and could finally understand what my friends were talking about when they tried to explain how the visuals on LSD and shrooms are different.  Anyway, I took the two blotters late at night.  I had been drinking.  I actually was planning on saving them for later, but when I have drugs laying around, I usually take them.  So I had been drinking all night with my friends and I bust out the 8 blotters and suggest we do acid.  Some of my friends were skeptical so they decided to only take one, while I took two, knowing that my friend had tried this same batch and said that two was a good trip.  None of my friends had tripped before and the subtlety with which acid comes on caused one of my friends to eat a couple of grams of shrooms about an hour after taking the acid because he was convinced that it wasnt going to work.

However, at about 3 or 4 hours we were all peaking and we all knew something was up.  I was listening to the beatles, yellow submarine and some doors watching visualizations on my computer.  I kept waiting for the intense and great visual I expected from acid but they never came.  I had very little visuals.  At one point however we were watching a movie with Julia Roberts and I started ranting about how she was not that hot.  Suddenly it flashes a close up of her big ugly face and I shot back out of my chair and fell to the ground in disgust, it was really funny and right then I knew I was on drugs, but I just wasnt getting any visuals (which are my favorite part of psychedelics).  After the peak I couldn't sleep for a while and was a little dissapointed.  I had been assured by an experienced tripper that 2 blotters would send me to another world.  He laughed when I suggested I might do 3.

My conclusion is that the SSRI  definately deflated the acid trip.  It was fun and I felt the effects of the LSD but there was simply no visuals, no synesthesia or anything that I was expecting from this 'godfather' of psychedelics.  I'm going to try to find some more now that I've been off the SSRI for over six months.

SSRI + LSD - subdued trip

SSRI + Shrooms - Shorter but more intense trip

These are my own personal conclusions and are by no means theories of the interactions between these drugs.  There are obviously many other 'Z' factors that could have contributed my experiences.  Hope people find this useful.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 48587

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 9, 2006	Views: 7,901

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 0:20
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 5:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Well, where to begin.

I've taken LSD about 6 or 7 times in my life.  So far, each trip has been very positive, and I've approached each trip (or rather, the proposition of partaking in each individual one) with a strait-minded care and attention paid to set and setting.  But at this point, I've gotten so comfortable with the drug that the 'setting' aspect has become a little more flexible, and I find at times that I would feel more than comfortable (to say the least) to socialize, and talk to people.

Anyway, this particular night was unlike any trip I had ever experienced.  It started off with me taking the last two hits of something I had left over from a new dealer, mixed with a third hit of some extremely unique LSD (and I have since concluded it could have not been unique in any way other than it simply being of a higher potency and nothing more).  Let me take a moment to describe its “uniqueness”.

This third hit of LSD was taken from a batch that I had once sampled a couple months ago (bought this from a different friend).  The last time I took the stuff he had from that same particular ‘batch’ (of which this was of the same 'clippings' [so to speak]), it was much more different.  When I had taken two hits of this same stuff last time around, I reached peak visual experiences within a half hour, maybe 20 minutes.  It was one of the quickest onsets I had ever experienced and the visuals were very strong (by comparison, I will now add was a result of prior experiences being the result of a slightly diluted dosage from other separate batches.  Just like when you hear stories about gas stations dumping water in their tanks to sell more for less).  It didn't start off quite right, however, as I had eaten some bad food (perhaps bad food, perhaps bad judgment of eating too much bad food before taking the drug).  I vomited, and managed to get about 80% to its proper destination.  The rest was on my arm/bathroom toilet.

Now, you can imagine that when you're under the influence of a drug like this that you sure as hell wouldn't be happy about throwing up allover yourself.  But after asking my girlfriend (who has never taken the drug, she doesn't even smoke pot) to light some incense, and me taking a quick shower (which I was forced to think of as a 'birthing'-like ritual into whatever was waiting for me around the corner of the night) I soon made it back to my bed room.  I was lying in bed with her, felt calm,…soon then energized, excited, animated, and in a mood talk talk talk.

Talk about what?  Well, reality, using politics and daily routine/habits as a springboard for observation.

Anyway, I had a blast the rest of that night, and lost all of whatever audio of it I had recorded into my computer by accident, but so what.

So, back to what happened to me last night.  To what I had never experienced before in my life on LSD that I did for the first time.

I started at about 10 p.m., dropping the two hits I had first, and then added the third one about 20 minutes later.  And for about 5 hours after that, everything was very normal (in terms of a trip that consists of some overlay visuals and nothing more…with respect to a young-boyish sense of humor as always).  But something profound happened towards the end (5 + hours AFTER I had first taken the drug) when I smoked a bowl of cannabis with my sister.  About 5 minutes after I started smoking it, my body, almost suddenly, fell like it was being very-mildly electrocuted.  But not exactly in the way that would make your arms go flailing around or something nutty like this.  It was uncomfortable, at first, but that was simply because I was not familiar with it in the past, and I bordered on having a minor bad trip, as a result of trying to trick myself into thinking that there were long term side effects that would be with me for the rest of my life because of this awkward sensation (which the only thing I had ever read close to something like that could be thought of as, not LSD gripping a person for the rest of their days, but rather, post-traumatic stress disorder as a result of a 12 or so hour long ordeal of such an alien feeling).

I should also say that at the same time my body felt electrified, the visuals became profound on a whole new level.  My dogs face took on a slight degree of human-ness to it, especially around his eyes.  His whole face look very vibrant...almost mystically royal looking, if you could imagine a mut dog like mine looking like the Fire Fox icon on my desktop (the super high-resolution version of it, which you’ll be able to enjoy in an new Operating System, soon to arrive in a store near you…P.S….these newer operating systems are beginning to look more “real”, or potentially psychedelic…Anyway).  I started to stare at my arm, and the next thing you know, my body looks like something Alex Grey would have painted on himself if he could wear it or bear the ability to have it tattooed.

I went to lie down with my already asleep girlfriend (in a partial attempt to sooth my nerves and relax, while I worked to understand what was going on inside my head.  My jaw, for example, felt like it was sliding sideways without friction or drag or real ‘collision’ (physical, that is).  My chin felt like it slid off my face, and then back into place from the other side.  That didn't happen for more than a couple minutes.

Slivers of light from outside my bedroom would appear to have a lot of smoke passing through the light beams into the room, but when I asked if I were seeing what I was actually seeing, I would get this 'Nope, it's just you (no beams of shimmering light)'.

For about 30 seconds, at one point, my sense of touch was totally confused.  I couldn't tell if my arm was extended away from me across the bed, or bent at the elbow towards me, but around my girlfriend sleeping next to me.  And on one occasion, I followed a reflection of light bounced off my wall (it made my wall look like a mirror, for a moment, but only because the lights were off, and it was dim.  Lots of room for visual play, in other words, and the size of the room felt different).

Now, the whole time into this, I said to myself, 'Oh my god (you know).  I took too much!'  So, you know, most of the night was me working out the following logic:

1.  The effects of this substance will wear off (other than psychology, which is not necessarily something that's related to chemical intake, but rather, to mental (logical) stimuli).

2.  Looking at a painting like something of Alex Grey's flavor, makes me go, 'Hmmm, he had to of 'fried' his noggin.'

Well, I would say that for a very brief moment of his life, he was actually “fried”, and the rest of it was him trying to remember and understand the 'fried' reality he was given, via visualization and activist/naturalist overlay hallucinations.

The bottom line is the drug itself, to me, has provided me with a positive experience each and every time.  A lot of it has to do with the fact that I choose the times I take the drug, and places I take it, very very carefully.  For example, who the hell would want to be in a bar full of drunken bigots?  While on Acid!  Ha ha, well, if you have the time it takes to think about how you could turn that into a fun kind of experiment, well...knock yourself out.  I, on the other hand, will remain at home while on the substance, and enjoy the many east-Indian and Celtic tapestries I have on my walls to keep my eyes preoccupied will my mind drifts into the realm of true problem solving, based on a curious internal drive to learn more, and not take the easy routes out of a problem via habit or laziness.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 50164

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2006	Views: 7,985

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

My previous experiences include marijuana (was once very aquainted with its effects, but grew out of a desire for it), OxyContin (had two very very pleasant experiences),  Psilosybin Mushrooms (had taken it three times, low doses) and one hit of LSD about 3 weeks before this night.  The most intense experience was with marijuana, I had felt and seen things that I had not on anything else.  I was disappointed with LSD and wanted to give it a better chance this night.

I should not have taken it that night.  My mind was worried even before I took it and I was not in the mood to really just enjoy it like I would normally be in.  That alone I believe ruined my night.  I had two friends with me, one was taking one hit, and the other was taking none but acting as a supervisor for the night.  I wrote him a note that said some weird stuff on it that he was supposed to give to me if I had gone completely sideways. I ended up accidently leaving by my computer where anyone in my family could find it. (when i remembered that is when the night went downhill)  It started out great! we went hiking as it began to peak around 8, an hour before the sunset.  It was GORGEOUS! the orange/blue sky wish the leaves above us and a flowing stream below us, I loved it.  As the sun was setting we came across a field of waist high grass.  We stood on the edge of it and it was as if we were looking out onto an infinite field of this gorgeous grass that was shimmering as the sun set in from of us.  I had headphones on at the time listening to Brian Eno - An Ending, to me the most beautiful song I have ever heard, then we ran along side the field.  In those seemingly 45 minutes I was sooooo happy and at peace it was incredible.

Then I sat down in an opening in the trees, with woods all around, and stared into the sky as its evening blue was giving away to a darker night sky.  That was the most peaceful I had ever felt, I had forgotten about the LSD and I was in my own little world of peace.  The kind of feelings I can only imagine while sitting on the computer writing poems and such.  From here the night went completely backwards.  I remembered I had taken LSD, and I remembered I left the note by the computer and I went straight back to my worrying state of mind I was in before we arrived at the park. This feeling started when we left.  I did not like being in my own world then.  My friends did not understand me.  I deeply was feeling confused and scared but they did not understand that, they made more jokes.  When we were thinking of places to check out I mentioned the highschool football field so we could listen to music and look and the stars without any trees around us, but instead they went to Kmart to meet my sober friend's friend.  This was the worst part of all.  They parked in front of a blue light special sign, and went inside, leaving me in the car.  I told them I wanted to stay in the car but I meant I didn't want them to just leave me in there.

The LSD was at full blast and I was sitting in a Kmart parking lot. It felt like to me that car was shaking and the blue light special sign had blue and red lights flashing over it.  I saw mothers coming out pulling along their kids, yelling at them, generally being mean towards them... I hated it.  For some reason I kept seeing smoke coming from somewhere and lights coming from under my seat in the car.  I felt horribly scared and confused but to my surprise it actually went by quickly.  When they got back they still did not want to go to the football field.  This really confused me, the day before we had agreed to go there to watch the stars, but now they had no interest at all in doing that.  Instead they went to a cemetery, which actually helped calm me more than expected but not what I wanted to do at ALL.  Again it seemed as if they were ignoring my opinions.

Eventually what I wanted as we were leaving was the drug to be gone. I had grown out of it in a sense.  I had not had a completely enjoyable trip from anything in a long time because I had always wanted to come back to baseline, back to reality.  To my suprise my friends said they thought I was acting pretty normal except when we got into conversations and some things I was saying were making no sense at all.  They also said that when they came out of Kmart I looked the most scared and white that I have ever looked.  We headed back to my friends house and popped in the Wall.  I wouldn't say I enjoyed it because I really was still feeling empty and lost and I needed a caring friend more than an artistic movie.

The rest of the night involved us sitting in his room talkin about so much stuff, like life and death and why would someone commit a horrible crime like rape, and generally things that I did not want to talk about.  I still felt as if no one was listening to me.  I was calm but still felt alone and empty since no one would listen or be friendly at all.  I was getting bad vibes all around from those two, except when we weren't talking about stuff or tryin to make decisions.

The highlights of the night were when we were driving down a road with the star wars theme playing, when we were outside, when we were staring into my friends mirror looking at slashes of water on the surface, and thats about it.

The only things I would want someone to know is that if anyone is having this intense of a problem the best thing you can do is listen and don't be critical.  Especially don't be critical because it confuses the person and makes them feel like you don't understand them.  Know the people you're doing it with.  Know them so well and trust them.  I messed up bad that night because my mind was already confused and lonely and I was stressed out, thinking that maybe this will help.  It was not the case at all, if I am not already at a peace and in a comfortable spot in my mind I should not think about taking any drugs.

A timeline of the night would include-

7 PM - take the LSD in the car on the way to park

8:15 PM - reached a definite plateau in effects

9 PM - done hiking, still plateauing leave to drive around (tons of fun to sit in passanger seat and see everything go by while I listen to music)

10 PM - Kmart experience

10:30 PM - Leaving Kmart, more driving

10:45 PM - Cemetery, driving around slowly while sitting on top of car and looking at stars, still plateauing

11 PM - Back to friends house

11:30 PM -In with the Wall, still plateauing

1:00 AM till 7 AM  - Hanging around friend's room, talking, music, just tryin to relax still plateauing until about 6 when effects decrease immensly, but still linger. I would like to add that for the next 12 or so hours I felt sick to my stomach and I had a bitter taste in my mouth

9 AM - Home took a shower, feeling very weird still with no sleep.

12 PM - Still out there.  The world felt different,if I was not feeling so empty and some what scared and lonely it might have been really enjoyable

3 PM - went to a movie with mom and sister, I was feeling lonely and I needed someone to hang out with that I would not get bad vibes from.  I didnt get bad vibes but I just didn't connect, still feeling out of whack and messed up a lil

7 PM - went to my cousins and watched terminator, my mind was still not completely straight, but I'm sure no one else noticed, at least very much

12 PM - came home and went to sleep, my mind did not completely get straight until about 72 hours after ingestion. The bad taste and upset stomach left when I fell asleep.

Thinking about that night still gives me a slight bitter taste and an upset stomach but I realized that it was very helpful to me. I had grown away from drugs and those friends.  LSD truly touched something deep, and forced me to see something that I would describe as deeply true to onesself, but also it showed me that it was something I didn't need drugs to find.  It's sort of ironic because I had always thought LSD would show me something no other drug could, and that's what lured me into wanting to try it sooo bad, but in the end it showed me that drugs are not needed.  I actually genuinely would be happy not doing psychedelics again, Ive never felt this way, but I feel soo free!!! hope I helped someone

              peace  :)

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 25008

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 6, 2006	Views: 6,316

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		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   repeated
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This might take a while to tell, but if you bare with me I guarantee a wild story

My buddy Shaggy and I were on our way to kick the summer off right. Without any advance planning, and with little in the way of preparation, we decided to go to a music festival featuring a dozen or so hippie-type jam bands. I can’t be any more specific because what’s written in this report could probably count as evidence against the festival promoters under some hidden provision in the Patriot Act. But I can say there were several bands at this festival that I was looking forward to seeing.

Our supplies were slim. I had $90 in spending money, about a gram and a half of Mazar (top quality Afghani indica), a hoodie sweatshirt, two canvas lawn chairs, my bubbler, and the clothes on my back.

Shaggy had perhaps $50 cash, nearly a full eighth of G-13 buds (even better than my Mazar), a tent, a sleeping bag, and a cooler filled with water, a bag of cherries, two bananas, and four skones.

Whatever, we were only camping there for one night. If we didn’t have it, we didn’t need it. Except drugs, that’s what the money was for.

So as we paid for our tickets and drove into the lot at around noon on Saturday, we both had huge grins on our faces. Maybe the bowl of G-13 we had just smoked had something to do with it, but there was so much more. Immediately upon seeing the old Volkswagon vans, Saab 900s, Subaru Loyales, and tie-dye buses which lined the lot I felt like I was home. And when I saw the people, I knew it.

So Shaggy and I grabbed our stuff and started off to find a camping spot. Awkwardly balancing our cargo, we walked pass the stage and the rows of vendors selling food and all kinds of fresh hippie gear. There were several trails heading into the woods and we headed down a random trail. The trail lead us though a pine forest of small rolling hills, covered with a thick bed of pine needles. In almost every manageable spot somebody had set up a tent, tarp, and whatever else they brought. Soon enough we found a spot and pitched the tent.

Then we smoked a bowl of G-13 and got very baked. We set up the canvas chairs and sat down in front of our tent, enjoying the fact that we were finally settled in at the music festival which we had been looking forward to for the entire 15 hours in which we even knew we were going.

I said, “This would be a good place to trip.”

Shaggy said, “This will be a good place to trip!”

We both cracked up, because it was so true. Of course we’d be tripping!

Right as we said that someone approached us and muttered something under his breath.

“Huh?” I knew he was selling something but I didn’t know what yet. He opened his bag to show me his wares.

He showed me some pot. “Headies”, he said. I checked out his bag of beasters and told him I had that covered. “Molly”, he said.

“Oh yeah? Lemme check out that molly.”

He took out a roll of about 10 pills, unmarked and white, and handed them to me. “Nice pills. Where’s the molly?” Apparently I had yet to learn that any MDMA-related product was advertised as “molly” as this particular festival. Anyway, I was looking for real molly, so I sent the guy off dispite his claim that “You can tell these pills are good just by looking at them”.

After that we got a visit from someone from the tent next door. It wasn’t hard to figure out that this particular tent belonged to about six people working together to sell pressed ecstasy pills. So this kid came over and immediately started giving me a bad vibe.

Immediately he started talking shit: “Yo what up bros. Fat festie huh. I can’t wait until fucking night time, you know, when its dark out. Then its time to dilate the pupils, you know what I mean? You gotta get your buzz on. Whatever makes your pupils go *boink*, you know?”

I though this kid was an absolute jackass, but he stuck around for a few minutes talking the same shit. Then another guy came over and said, “Rolls.” Well, I’m a curious person, so I asked what the stamps were. Then both of these guys started to gang up on me:

Jackass: “Yo they’re number ones, they’re good.”

Me: “A one with three stars above it?”

Jackass: “No they’re number ones.”

Me: “I thought he was selling them.”

Seller: “I am.”

Me: “So tell me about them.”

Jackass: “They’re good, you know?”

Me: “No, are they speedy?”

Jackass: “Yeah, the first two hours is like whoa.”

Me: “I don’t want a speedy pill. How much?”

Seller: “$20 for 1, $45 for 3”.

Jackass: “$45 for 3, that’s a good deal! We should go in together on 3 and save money!”

Don’t ask me why but for some reason I spent $30 on two of these pills. I guess I was ready to do some drugs. Mostly, I was baked, and those two guys confused me. I think they were working together.

But it was time to go for a walk and check out the entire camp grounds. The trails were beautiful and both Shaggy and I were still in the greatest spirits possible. The smell of fresh pine, pot smoke, and incense mixed to create the most delightful olfactory sensation. After walking for a couple minutes, and being offered more “rolls” and “headies” we heard someone ask if we’d like some mushrooms.

Well, yes we did! We asked to see them and Shaggy was handed an eighth bag of some excellent looking mushrooms. The guy wanted thirty bucks, but to our absolute delight handed us back too much change so we ended up only paying twenty. Our intent was to split these mushrooms once it got dark, but of course I was still keeping my eyes peeled for a certain something else.

We ended up on the concert field and caught the start of a certain band I’d never heard of before. I’d love to give them public props, but I can’t give away their name. Anyway, they were sick. The guitarist was busting out some clean and original riffs, the keyboard player had crazy sideburns and long hair blowing behind him in the wind (hey, I was amused), and the bass player kept climbing on the speakers and drums. Shaggy and I sat on the lawn puffing more G-13.

The G-13 high, by the way, is exceptional. It provides a powerful body high and mild mind trip which leaves my body feeling both relaxed and energized while putting the smoker in an instantly excellent mood. Two or three hits of the stuff is enough to get very baked, yet we smoked the stuff as if we had just discovered the miracle of fire and needed to keep that precious flame going.

We hadn’t tapped into the Mazar yet. We figured a pure indica like that is best used when its time to mellow out. Right now, we were just getting fired up!

So, as we sat there watching a nearly unheard of band rock out, with dozens of beautiful young flower-dress and no-bra wearing ladies dancing right in front of us, we agreed that life is indeed good.

After the band’s set was done we were ready to do some more wandering. We walked through the various trails checking out some of the crazy tents people had set up and constantly being offered “headies”, “rolls”, “pharmies”, and “mushrooms”. Soon we came to a river bank and sat on the shore to smoke a bowl of G-13. Very baked, again, we ran through the woods for a while enjoying our time in the great outdoors.

We went back to the campsite to grab a frisbee. Once again we took a look at the fine specimins of P. Cubensis mushrooms that we had. Each one was picked just before the veil was broken. Some people were gathered in front of our tent, and as we packed and smoked a bowl of G-13 we overheard someone say with no hint of uncertainty that LSD would soon be flowing through the festival.

And, after a quick game of frisbee, followed by a longer stretch of stoned “people watching”, I suspected the prophecy had come true. See, I noticed a group of ten hippies, ordered oldest to youngest, walking through the path as if they were Native Americans or a group of elves from The Lord of the Rings. I mean, as they walked by I could feel the vibe: serenity, peace, higher consciousness. I could tell there was LSD flowing through their veins, and that they were the ones responsible for whatever LSD might be available.

So, it was time to take another walk. We went back to the concert field at perhaps 7:00pm and I ate one of my ecstasy pills. We watched a band for a while. Initially I thought they sucked, but after about an hour I would catch myself getting into the music. Regardless, the music still sucked and no amount of MDMA would convince me otherwise, so we headed off for another walk through the woods. It was now dusk, and the trails took on a different feel to them. I knew once it got dark out all insanity would break loose.

And then, I heard it.

“Doses.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Oh yeah? What are they?”

“Dragons.”

“How much for a strip?”

“$100 a strip, $10 a hit. But it’s the only real stuff here, and its gonna go fast.”

Ouch. Well, I took a look at the sheets and they were for sure the Dragon blotter which I’ve heard is supposed to be good stuff. I couldn’t afford a strip at those prices so I grabbed three blotters.

Now, with LSD in my possession and MDMA increasingly infiltrating my mental processes, I was as happy as could be.

We got back to the tent and Shaggy asked how the ecstasy was affecting me, since he didn’t notice any really drastic changes in my personality or actions besides those which could be explained by the cannabis. This was a good question, as I hadn’t really thought about that yet myself. I felt I was fully up on the pill, and that it was clean MDMA, just that it wasn’t really a very strong pill. I’d guess there was 60mg of MDMA in there. I told him I had a nice buzz going, I had a push towards being in a great mood, and I was a bit more social than usual. I explained, had I double dropped, I’d probably be more noticeably fucked. But I didn’t want to double drop an unknown pill, especially if the contents of said pill could affect my ability to enjoy a psychedelic evening.

I looked at the doses. It looked like I actually had more like 4 hits. It was unperforated, but a generous cut indeed.

“So Shaggy, now that I’ve got this acid I don’t think I’ll be doing those mushrooms.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“Do you want to eat the whole 8th by yourself?”

“I sure do! I was thinking that myself!”

“Cool. You owe me ten bucks.”

So Shaggy munched upon his 3.5 grams of mushrooms and then we smoked a bowl of G-13 and got very baked.

Some time passed, and Shaggy had come up on his mushrooms, and then we heard some music that sounded pretty good from the concert field so we walked over there and sat on the grass for a while. But I was really excited to have the doses in my pocket, so pretty soon we went over to my car where I cut off about ¾ of a hit and let it chill on my tongue for a while. I thought I’d start low to see how good the acid was, and to leave open the option of eating some more ecstasy later on. We went back and sat on the grass.

After about twenty minutes I noticed the earliest effects of LSD. First, I noticed that my vision had sharpened beyond my normally perfect vision. I could see clearly, even though it was getting dark, for a much longer distance than usual. Second, I was enjoying an unusual mental clarity. As a guitar player, when I watch a band on stage I usually pay close attention to the guitar, especially if it’s any good. Normally I understand most of what the guitarist is doing, and I am surprised by a few tricks or riffs that I never would have thought of. As I was coming up on that first ¾ hit of LSD, I understood everything. This is hard to describe, but it was as if I was able get inside the head of the musician to understand how and why he was playing that way. Therefore, climactic moments in the song felt like a shared musical victory. I was quite confident that I could have been on stage and had the crowd rocking. In fact, I wished I was. I believe the tab of ecstasy, which was still in effect, added an extra-emotional aspect to the beginning of my acid trip. The primary emotion was joy.

I noticed how clean the acid felt, and that I had absolutely no anxiety, so I dropped another half-tab or so of the Dragon blotter, bringing me up to about 1.25 blotters.

Meanwhile Shaggy was having a good time on the mushrooms. He complained of gut rot, and this made me glad I took LSD instead, because good LSD really has no negative physical effects worth complaining about. I was also surprised, considering how good those shrooms looked, that Shaggy was able to maintain his composure and keep a relatively coherent conversation. Of course, coherency is relative, and we were relatively high.

Soon another band came on stage, and this time it was the first night’s headlining act. I had never seen them before, so it was a pleasant surprise to see how much these guys rocked! I analyzed every note at hyperspeed, down to the finest details like the angle of the pick attack. Sometimes it is hard not to feel like a super genius on LSD when my mind is working on overdrive and thinking in totally new ways. The fact that this band was made of musical virtuosos combined with the fact that I understood what they were playing so completely led me to the euphoric conclusion that I had the capacity to do the same.

My intent gaze, previously fixated on the band, caught a glimpse at the sky. The sun was setting, and the scattered puffy clouds were intensely colored. The sky looked as if it were digitized, and pixels of color were seperating and regrouping to form solid bands of color. Ah, visuals! I looked down at the ground, and sure enough the grass was crawling around in some kind of repeating triangular pattern.

I looked around the crowd and was fascinated by the different people. There were hippies, young and old. There were Hell’s Angels bikers. There were people that looked relatively mainstream. What was really interesting is that everyone was fucked up. I noticed that MDMA seemed to be the drug of choice tonight, because it is obvious when someone is rolling. I looked around some more, and saw a few people who I was convinced were on mushrooms. I could see through to the organic, animal quality of their experience. But where were my fellow acid trippers? I looked around some more, until I caught the eye of the man dancing right next to me. He was perhaps 60 years old and looked a lot like Jerry Garcia. I looked into his eyes, and him into mine. We both knew, and without saying anything gave each other a smile, turned back towards the band, and returned to dancing at full intensity.

After a while I turned to Shaggy:

“This acid is great man!”

“Yeah? I think my mushrooms are starting to wear off. My belly still feels like crap though.”

“You should eat some acid. That will make you feel better. Hahaha!”

“Hmm… maybe.”

“If you eat a hit of acid I’ll eat another hit of acid.”

“Okay!”

See, previously Shaggy was under the opinion that mushrooms were superior to LSD. I felt this was because he had never had a worthy LSD trip, and my intent was to change this so he would recognize the true prowress of LSD. Besides, I knew my night was just getting started.

We walked (floated?) over to the car and got inside to cut the last bit of acid. In front of us was a field of tall grass, and then a forest made of short trees. It looked like the field turned into a weird ocean, and that if I drove my car forward I would get lost in the tall grass. Things were starting to move around quite a bit now, and I realized I was tripping adequately. So I cut off a slightly larger piece for Shaggy and told him to stick out his tongue as I dropped it on. I had another ¾ hit, bringing me up to two hits total.

As soon as I stepped out of the car, I was in crazy land. The ground, which was full of ruts and uneven spots, was moving all over the place. I stumbled on a couple ruts, which I thought was strange considering I was still floating. We got back to the field, and another band was playing but they didn’t sound as interesting. It was dark out now, and the vending tents were lit up. I swear they looked like candy-land huts. The buildings were swinging back and forth to the music, and they were incredibly bright and I could see the energy vibrating off of them. We walked over to one such vendor hut and bought a really nice blanket, for it was starting to get pretty cold out.

We decided it was time to go for a walk in the woods. Wow! What a different feeling they had at night! Nestled among the pine trees were hundreds of tents, most of which had a small light revealing a small group of people acting crazy. I’m sure this wasn’t just me projecting my own trip on others: the whole place was on drugs. As we walked back to the tent we heard people throughout the woods hitting sticks against trees, forming some kind of giant primitive drum circle.

We got back to the tent and sat down for a minute. Everything was moving around and glowing with the rainbow colored vibrations which are a characteristic visual of LSD. I closed my eyes and was blinded. All I could see were incredibly bright explosive fountains of every color at once. The CEVs were too intense and unstructured for now, but I knew later on in the trip they would start to take some fascinating forms. So Shaggy and I sat talking for a while, laughing almost constantly as we heard loud laughter breaking out throughout the forest.

The tent next to us, which was apparently selling lots of mediocre ecstasy, had sent some guy up to climb a tree. He had some kind of rope light which flashed at an incredibly high frequency and created a trippy strobe effect. After some time he finally got it up there and our part of the forest broke out in applause because that rope light was trippy as hell and everyone loved the show.

For the next ten hours I hallucinated people jumping about in the tree tops, no doubt caused by this guy climbing the tree in the first place.

Right after that one of Shaggy’s friends stopped by the tent. He had some molly (mdma powder). Since this, along with LSD, was what I was hoping to find that night, I asked him about it. After much confusion regarding the cash in my wallet (I couldn’t tell which bills were which, and I tried to buy way more molly than I had money for) I finally settled on 300mg of molly. Then I proceeded to nearly lose the gel caps because they blended in with my sweatshirt and my hand. This was a difficult purchase!

At the time I had no intention of eating any of that molly though. Lord, I was high enough, and didn’t want to fuck with a perfect trip! I just thought it would be a good thing to save for some time when I wanted to have wild sex with my girlfriend until the wee hours of the morning. I have since eaten the molly, and it was good. I never write mdma trip reports though, because, believe me, you don’t want to read them

Soon after that some one of Shaggy’s other friends stopped by (we will call him “A”), and had with him two of his friends (“B” and “C”). For some reason we were looking for some cabins where the late-night bands were supposed to be playing, so we set off on a walk with these guys to find them. On the way there we were delayed several times by the following events:

1. B and C wanted to eat some mushrooms. I guess each of them ate just under an 8th of shrooms each. So we stopped at their tend and they chowed them down.

2. Some Hell’s Angels stopped us and asked, in the lowest, scariest, graveliest voice imaginable, if we wanted to buy pounds of weed or mushrooms. We very tactfully turned down their offer. I tried not to freak out or crack up. I wasn’t sure which one I was about to do, but I was glad to be on my way.

3. A wanted to buy an ounce of herb, so we had to stop by some tent and wait around for what seemed like a long while. Meanwhile, waiting around, I had a fun time chatting with B and C. B, in particular, seemed like he was losing his sanity, to my great amusement. See, on LSD, no matter how fucked I actually am, I’m really convinced I have the mental advantage over anyone I’m around. I am the wittiest, clearest-thinking guy alive

4. We found a river and stopped to smoke a bowl. I smoked about four hits of the first cannabis I’d had since I dropped the acid. I was so high already that I couldn’t tell if the weed did anything. Actually, I think it gave me gas. Meanwhile Shaggy and A were sitting on a fence post, and the fence post broke and they both landed on their asses. I’m sure you can imagine the non-stop laughter that broke out.

5 through 43. Yes, there was quite a large number of times when we got sidetracked simply because we were all tripping balls and somehow ended up standing around before we remembered that we were on a mission of sorts.

Anyway, eventually we got to the late night cabins, but they were too packed to get inside, so we stood around outside for a while. There was one guy, who was quite large and wearing a fur hat with ear-flops, who offered me some Jagermeister. I turned down the offer because I was happy with my current mindspace. Then he stuck out his hand and I noticed a bunch of people gathered around him. I looked and saw he was handing out mushrooms like he had an endless supply of them. I admit, the mushrooms were more tempting, but I was still peaking on the acid and didn’t really feel like dealing with gut rot. This guy was fucked up beyond belief, and quite a large guy, and I thought it was halarious.

Then I bumped into someone behind me, turned around, and saw a huge black leather jacket with the famous Hell’s Angels logo. The biker seemed like he was harrassing some kid who he must have fronted a bunch of drugs to earlier on in the night.

“Hey Shaggy.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m feeling the urge to go for another walk in the woods. What do you say?”

“Allright.”

So our group of trippers took off once again. Walking back to our tent, we passed a string of three police officers walking the other way. I still had no paranoia, except when it came to the idea of getting harrassed by a 250 pound biker.

We arrived at the camp site and by that time B and C were rather fucked from their mushrooms. B, in particular, was starting to lose it. We had some African-type thumb piano (pardon my ignorance, I have no idea what this thing was actually called) and he only seemed to be happy when he was playing it. He was constanly muttering nonsense and he seemed really confused. At one point he ran across the trail to another tent and handed somebody three dollars, apparently thinking they were looking to break a three-dollar bill. Since I was having fun talking to this kid earlier on in the night I took it upon myself to make sure he was doing allright, especially once I had learned it was his first time tripping. He was totally disoriented, stopping people on the trail and saying, “What did you say your name was again?” and “Have I been bad?” and stuff like that. Thankfully we were in just about the best place for something like that. Everyone was very understanding and nice to him (even though many couldn’t help crack up at him anyway). He kept asking for “Neilson” and I had no idea who he was talking about. Perhaps two hours later I finally got him to describe “Neilson”, because I wanted to find him so B would mellow out. It turns out Neilson was what he decided the African thumb piano was called, so I got that thing for him.

We sat around smoking copious amounts of ganja and random people stopped by in various states of insanity and confusion and it was tons of fun.

At one point, Shaggy collapsed on the ground and started cracking up. Later, I asked him what the deal was with that, and he said, “That’s when the acid hit me!”

Now, at perhaps 5:00am, I was a bit tired of sitting outside in the freezing cold and listening to B continue to talk complete nonsense (I have never seen anyone affected by mushrooms so hard for so long), so I went inside the tent to wait until it got warm out again. I knew there would be no sleep tonight, because now, nine hours after eating acid, I still felt like I was peaking. We smoked a couple bowls of Mazar, and enjoyed the relaxing qualities of this fine indica.

Shaggy joined me and spent a lot of time moving about the tent, and I made fun of him for not being able to settle down and chill out. We knew the next four hours would be spent on the verge of sleep, but not being able to sleep. Even if the LSD would have let me sleep, the constant sound of chaos and laughter outside the tent wouldn’t have let me.

Over the next few hours several people decided to use my canvas chairs as a place to sit down and hold some seriously e-tarded conversations. Take this, for example:

Guy 1: “Yeah, you know how we do it, legit deals only man.”

Guy 2: “Word, there’s not enough people like us left these days.”

Guy 1: “You know, I work with like 5 other people and we call ourselves the monkey gang.”

Guy 2: “Huh?”

Guy 1: “Yeah, we like run around the forest acting like monkeys, it’s totally chill.”

Guy 2: “Huh?”

Guy 1: “You know, it’s like a joke and stuff. We run around and go, oooh-oooh, aaah-aaah!”

Guy 2: “Well that’s cool you can poke fun at yourselves.”

Guy 1: “Yeah its not meant to intimidate, you know, we figure we might as well have some fun while we’re working, you know.”

Guy 2: “Huh.”

I know there were several weird-ass conversations that I wished I had a notepad to write down, because the level of randomness and e-tardation occuring outside my tent that night was at an all-time high. But, since I knew I couldn’t sleep anyway, I thought it was interesting to listen to these oddball conversations.

Eventually the sun came out again. The sun shone through the trees and cast some fascinating shadows on the canvas of the tent above my face. I realized I was still tripping full force, and this must have been 14 or 15 hours after dropping the acid! Excellent, I thought. This is going to be a strange day!

I turned over on my side and looked at the side of the tent for a while. Slowly, the moving shadows caused by the sun and the swaying tree branches transformed. After a minute or so they had turned into a couple of three-dimensional people dancing inside the tent. It was totally realistic and maximally trippy! I couldn’t believe my mind was still being blown so long after taking the acid.

I stepped outside and everything still had the LSD vibration. Outside, some people were outside cooking breakfast. Some people were walking around looking strung out as hell. Some people looked like they had just taken a fresh capsule of molly and were still going strong. I heard people saying, “I’m still tripping!” and was glad not to be the only one.

Shaggy woke up (that bastard actually got some sleep) and we smoked a bowl of G-13. I looked down at the ground and had an amazing vision. The ground, covered with pine needles, turned into a completely flat surface. Then, all the pine needles started glowing and I could see each one, from below my feet to the horizon, in perfect clarity. I could see the entire network of pine needles across the forest floor, and saw that each one was placed with mathematical precision by the forces of nature. Then, the entire forest floor turned into what I can best describe as “The Matrix”. I will leave this to your imagination, because it is really indescribable. I will say, however, that it looked far more amazing than the green digital text of the movie “Matrix”.

That day we continued smoking bowls, and I found that even though I was tired, I wasn’t as physically exhausted as I might have been. I was hungry, out of food, and broke though! I will say that the LSD lasted 20 solid hours, because that was the point when I finally gave in to Shaggy’s insistance that I go for a quick drive to the ATM.

So, that is my introduction to the American hippie music festival, for those of you who have never been to such a thing.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 46852

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 15, 2006	Views: 11,303

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		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   240 lb

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

I recieved a random call around 4 PM on a warm saturday evening. It was a long time friend of mine telling me that his parent's house was empty for the night, and his LSD contact had product to sell.

This was great news for me and my beloved fiancee. We had both done low doses (2 hits at most) a few times in the past, but were always constrained by reality of life forcing us to keep sane. This time, we had the next 24 hours of our lives cleared. It was especialy great news for me, since I basicaly grew up at his parent's house, I knew that the 10 acre estate would be a wonderful thing to (safely) roam around in along with the light from a full moon. S (my fiancee), didn't like the idea so much since she has never been to J's (my friend) parent's place before.

Beautiful land, rolling hills, and plenty of wildlife to watch. I couldn't wait!

All three of us went in on a ten-strip of LSD, which came in a strip ten long, each being 1 sq cm in area, perhaps a little less. At 10PM we discussed things we should and shouldn't do, who to call if things get out of hand, and just about every aspect of what will or won't happen for the next 12 hours or so. It was thoroughly planned out in that aspect, perhaps not so much in the psycological aspects.

I, for example, knew that LSD does one thing and it does it EXTREMELY well; it makes reality go bye-bye. Higher doses make it go even more bye-bye. I had done two hits in the past, S had done one, and J had done two as well. They had the general idea that reality was about to be a thing of the past, but I don't believe they truely understood the implications of that statement.

I don't consider myself experienced with LSD or any psychadelics to be honest, but I've heard many stories from trustworthy people, and I've listened to every single one of them closely. I knew what to expect, and because of that, I was made the de facto trip sitter. It was my job to, at the very least, get a sober person involved should someone go too far down the rabit hole.

At 10:20 PM, we ate our overpriced LSD. Me and S took three hits each, and J took the remaining four. I warned him that after three hits, things take on a more 'psychological' trend. He said that he was of sound mind, and down the hatch they went.

I pulled out a nice big ol' bag of weed and rolled us up three joints, probably more than we would get around to smoking, and as soon as I crafted the last bit of perfection, disaster struck! We didn't have anything to drink! Just water from the tap, but we didn't want to trust ourselves to glasses (which can easily break and cut), so with the three hits of acid still in my mouth (along with the horrible taste) I took the short drive up to a nearby gas station. On the way there, S got the giggles really bad, but still went inside with me, laughing her ass off. I purchased the necessities, a carton of Camel Turkish Golds, and Pepsi.

Back to the ranch we went. By this time, I was noticing waves in my periphreal, and a slight mental ... 'distance'. Nothing I'm not used to, and certianly nothing I haven't driven with. Suffice it to say, we made it back to J's place at 10:50-ish. The whole reason I wanted to use his parent's house as a setting was because of his gigantic back yard, and, well, neither J or S cared where we enjoyed our LSD, so it was to the back yard we all went!

Beyond a bit of a garden, is a courtyard, with six 'spokes' branching off to what will soon be additional gardens and a very large shade tree standing proud in the middle. Off towards the east was a red and white barn, with plenty of rolling hills between us and it, along with man-made 'levees' of various trees and bushes that made a very nice pattern. I was still more sober than one with the universe at this point, so I ate a Jolly Rancher.

I think at that point, is when my trip started. Suddenly the full moon burst into radiant colors (mostly taking on a dull washed out rainbow-esque hue) and the clouds transformed endlessly into growing fractal patterns that would make any mathematician orgasm on sight. The trees followed like suit, and then, the best thing happened as far as the visuals went... The grass took on depth. Each blade was infintely linked to the next in a sprawling geometrical patterns of the earth itself, each line winding itself to and from each other line. I could easily see how people might thing snakes are after them. Trust me though, they are quite friendly!

J and S both had amazing auras of yellow and blue, and the trees were waving hello to us and showing me snowflake-like patterns in their limbs. The view alone was worth the price! I piped up 'Thank you for flying LSD Air, please enjoy the fractals and auras until we land, which is about 8 hours from now!', which was a whole other land of laughter.

Around this time in the trip (nobody had a watch, sorry), conversation was difficult at best, and there was a lot of us asking each other 'are you seeing this shit!?!!' and going 'holy shit, look at that (whatever)!!'. S described the trip hitting her full on as 'Imagine falling into a giant tub of Jell-O. I feel like I'm just suspended, somewhere in existence', complete with a whooshing noise and all. J was still in a bit of a shock that he was on four hits of LSD, but was quickly being forced to come to terms with it. I knew to expect it, so I welcomed every sensation, sight, and sound with open arms. It was also around this time that everyone complained about feeling wet. It was damp out, yes, it was midnight-ish, but typicaly you don't feel wet from dew if you're clothed. It was slightly annoying at worst, and kinda neat at best. This wetness didn't stop until Monday.

Someone eventualy sparked a joint and good conversation about the drug itself, what it was doing to us, how we felt, what we experienced, and then the idea of watching Allice in Wonderland sprung up. Inside we went!

J's brother, M, was upstairs asleep. He's a bit of a straight-edge as far as drug use/knowlege goes, so we kept the volume down for the whole 2 minutes 32 seconds we managed to watch it. Everything was intensely impossible to do at this point, it (everything) required strict concentration and that was simply something that was beyond comprehension. Working the volume controls was completely impossible since LSD vastly enhances your ability to hear minute details in things, and with M being only a few doors away, we couldn't agree on a good volume level. S was also being somewhat freaked out being inside of someone's house watching a movie while on drugs, so we just called it quits and headed back outside after refueling on drinks and doing other various things that us humans need to do.

On the way out, J's dog escaped, and simply since I was closer to where she ran off to, I simply 'made a connection and asked her nicely to come back inside with me'. With a little corraling and petting, she was back inside. I was amazed at how well she took to me since it's been YEARS since we last met.

This trip out to the back yard was a little harder at best. The moon was covered up with clouds, blocking our much needed light, and J was really far down the rabit hole to the point of where he couldn't guide us, so once again I took the lead. Everyone was peaking right around this time, and all we could do when we got back was to just simply sit and admire the scenery. A few bats flew by off in the distance, so we all got a good half hour long laugh out of S referencing Fear and Loathing; 'Damn bats! No reason to tell him, he'll see them soon enough!'

As soon as me and S started to come down off of our peak (which was a very rough ride, might I add. It wasn't very pleasant at all aside from the scenery), J got stuck in a loop. He also doesn't remember a thing about what he did or said, and his impression of what happened from there on is completely different from what actually happened. It was kindof fun for the first two hours, literally playing with his mind and seeing the links he would form between two or three ideas. Eventually, his loop ended up catching back up to reality, but at the same time he wouldn't keep his distance from me or S. I couldn't handle that one bit.

I've been friends with the man for over 10 years, but I knew that due to LSD, he was simply NOT at ALL himself anymore. I knew he wasn't a violent person, but I also knew that all it took was a single thought to change that. On LSD, thoughts have more power than just about anything in existence. I did my job for the night and woke his brother up. I told him exactly what and when things happened, and what to expect. J still refused to keep his distance from me, and I myself was getting a little freaked out. This was around 3:30 AM. Me and S had come down a great deal since midnight-thirty or so, but very far from being 'all there'. I debated going ahead and driving home (bad idea) or staying until later in the day (good idea).

I would've stayed, with the one exception being that I had driven each and every time I took LSD in the past. I knew that all I had to do was simply let my body go into 'automatic' and make sure that redlights were red, and whatnot. That was S's job. We made it home safely at a bit past 4 AM, cleaned things up enough to walk around, smoked a joint (which was an amazing experience, to say the least. Everything instantly became downright BEAUTIFUL), and threw in Chronicles of Riddick, of all movies to watch while cuddled up on the bed. I had a somewhat hard time seeing because things were staring out at me from the TV, but just feeling the bass vibrate every single molecule in my body was amazing enough.

Sleep was impossible. S managed a solid two hours, while I just tossed and turned thoroughly enjoying the sheets and my closed eyelids. We called it quits around 11 AM and got up to shower and maybe head out for the day. I realized at this point that I was hungry as hell, and couldn't bring myself to do more than drink water. That was extremely unpleasant since I smoke cigarettes, and nicotine on an empty stomach is a really bad idea. S and me eventualy managed to split a ham &amp; cheese sandwich, which helped our stomach problems immensely. Then, heh, we went out shopping. This was payday weekend, it was now Sunday, and we had only spent about half of our alotted spending money.

With LSD, colors tend to jump out at me in more ways than one. We headed over to a large retail store and picked up another DVD to watch, some food for later in the day, and a type of cactus. Named George. George was kindof rubbery feeling, but has very pleasant patterns, and is still sitting in our window sill. Aside from some interesting things to look at and engaging conversation with the checkout clerk, we got lucky and nothing bad happened.

The rest of the day was basicaly uneventful, aside from the fact that I was very far from being 'all there'. S and I kept thanking each other for being there for each other, we didn't have to talk or even touch when we were peaking. We could feel each othere's presence, and that was good enough to keep us from being afraid of our own minds. Tripping LSD isn't always a wise idea to do with someone I love, since unconscious feelings can be brought up and made into worse things and whatnot, but this time, yeah, this time things turned from beauty to ugly to shear oneness with this beautiful universe.

Monday came rolling around and back to work I dredged myself, still not at all 100% myself. It wasn't a big deal, my job isn't very demanding of my mental capacity, but I was tired all day despite the fact that me and S got a full 10 hours of (dreamless) sleep on Sunday night.

I left all of my pariphenalia with J when I left, since driving while on drugs is a bad thing, and having drugs in the car is even worse, so me and him met up on Tuesday for some coffee and to talk over what happened (and to get my stash back!). He had some very funny insights into what he was going through, and we still respect each other despite the mental hell we all went through. He claims he won't do it again, at least, not four hits. I don't blame him. He scared me, and while I think I could handle it, I just simply don't want to. Three was beautiful, and that's what I wanted out of LSD.

I'm done now.

S is done.

J is definately done.

It's been a week as of today since we tripped, and I feel fine. I feel more connected to life than I ever have before, S feels the same. I have no regrets, nobody was hurt, and we all three still respect each other.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 46528

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 19, 2006	Views: 5,465

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