		 DOSE:

		 18 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

I had just turned 17 and was at a jungle party. Time was not really something I kept track of that evening and you'll probably understand why. I had dropped about 18 hits of liquid on my tongue around 10 pm. It was supposed to be just another routine acid trip where I'd dance around to some jungle music and possibly eat a grape fruit. I was happily dancing around until midnight and then I was summoned by my bf H. The 16 year old, G, who I'd recently met was in the handicap stall of the women’s bathroom. She most obviously drunk by the look of her. She normally looks like she's been mistaken for a clapboard fence and been white washed. It all looked like a movie I'd seen on Lifetime, Television for Women with my mom when I was around 12. Her face was turning a little blue, but that might have been the LSD, I was seeing intense swirly bobs. Her body was shaking and she just looked confused. I couldn't stand to look at her.

Her boyfriend, J was laying near her and H was just standing there, knowing that all was lost. That was when it hit me or when I heard H tell me what had happened. It seems G was pregnant and she had just told J she'd had an abortion while I was jumping around like a giddy Homer Simpson. I looked back up at her and an incredible force to the back of my body and I was flying down some black hole where people played bongo drums and G's little fetus was playing other fetus's in a wading pool. They looked so happy. It is as though the little fetus was trying to tell me something. Or G was. I fell down into this little white room hearing everything G had ever said to me. It just echoed and echoed and then it fell away and I was floating in the atmosphere, and what felt like back down to my body.

I got my sight back and looked at her again. My curiosity was moving at rapid speeds. I felt like a tour guide on a safari bus that was making its way through all of this. The room began to move like the gravitron ride at county fairs. I ran over to the trash can and threw up. H tried to comfort J or at least get him off of that disgusting ground, but he wasn't having it. He wouldn't cry either, he just laid there, he looked like a bitter old man. For some reason A, who I don't think has ever smoked pot appears. He's tall and quaky looking. He's 6'4 and sort of big. H takes off his sweatshirt and pulls it over G's head. A flips her over his shoulder and she looks like she's very drunk. The hood is covering her face. We exit the party very quickly, and for every reason I've ever been called a madwoman I wanted to lift up G's jeans and see if her legs are discolored for any some such reason. G doesn't say anything. She's silent, almost catatonic.

As the situation wore on, I became almost accustomed to it, as though it wasn't real. I was just tripping on acid and I had walked into a movie on Sundance or something. This was not happening to me. I most certainly did not know anyone who could ever get pregnant. God no. Children are delivered by storks. The world was looking bright and things were growing in size and I was taking little field trips in my mind to places like Alice and Wonderland and the Brady Bunch. Hell I was trying on Marcia's clothes. And then I'd make my way back to the generic movie channel and I'd be there.

H drives a 2-door sardine can and it is very funny to watch A inside of it because he has to stick his head out the window or put his head out the sunroof, but for some reason, I'm the one who's driving. Because H almost ran down two pedestrians while driving on MDMA at 4 am. A is too preoccupied and I don't think that J or G are in any condition to operate a vehicle. As H is getting into the back seat in a car that defines compact, I stop to watch the scene going on in the backseat. A silent girl who has just lost her fetus is sitting next to one very small window and in the middle is her bf who has finally given into crying and is clutching her like he is the oyster and she is the pearl. I imagine God to be a pearl hunter trying to take him away from her.

I begin to drive and I feel like I'm some race car driver on TV and I start running through the channels again, which while operating an automobile is never a good idea. I get to Animal Planet and I'm running from a wolf into a Home Depot commercial. For some horrible reason and only a mechanic can tell me exactly why, but the car started smoking. H got out and tinkered around. A, G, and J didn't even notice that the car had stopped. I began to drive again, but the car humped and jumped and A asked why. H responded that the power steering was gone. I turned around while still operating the vehicle to yell at him 'You Drive!' He said let us live and watch the road. I could at that point only wonder what the hell sort of God creates situations such as these?

I continued to drive on, completing my task was imperative to the survival of my team members, or at least that was how I thought of it. I suddenly knew what it was like to be a soldier, a crusader for a cause. Don't ask me why. I was cut off by some asshole in a silver Taurus and finally noticed that there were other cars on the road. I began frantically yelling out the window, 'Go home! It's not Tuesday!' In LA, the traffic is at its worst on Tuesdays and this was an early Saturday morning, these people had no right to be out of their homes. None whatsoever. H warned me that a militia from Montana was going to lynch my Jewish ass if I didn't shut the hell up and at the time I believed him. I imagined angry rednecks coming at me with beer bottles, shot guns, pitch forks and I suddenly really wanted to know how Timothy McVeigh was doing.

The next thing I knew H's car was in my driveway and we were quietly walking up the path. I stood outside looking at my neighborhood, which at that time of year had trees blooming pink flowers everywhere. The trees were folding into each other and waving good night to us. I must have stood out there for a while because when I went into the house (H had my keys) A was in my room watching Bob Vila and someone had put out a blow up bed where J and G appeared to be sleeping. H was reading a Seventeen magazine left over from 1996. My visuals were dwindling at that point so I wandered down stairs to get myself some orange juice. Along the way were pictures of my family and I stopped to look them. That is when the evenings events truly hit me. I felt my own mortality. For a moment I had felt a being die inside of me. It was the acid, but still. As I looked at the pictures of my family I wondered what would have happened if I'd never been born.

A very frightened me ran back up the stairs and started pounding on my parents door, seeing trails of everything I ran past. My dad groggily answered the door in his plaid PJ's and asked what the fuck was I doing and was I on drugs? I very solemnly answered yes and told him I loved him. We went down stairs to talk. I informed him of the evenings events and being his usual self he laughed at me and told me stories about his own acid trips, including my favorite. A very funny one about a Japanese guy with an Oklahoman accent. He was a hitch hike to Woodstock kind of hippie.

Afterwards I went out and bought 10 boxes of condoms and wandered around distributing them. I'll always wonder what the hell became of that little fetus that I never got to talk to and if I didn't know it before, I do now, that everyone is mortal, there is no escaping that. Also if you enjoy the idiot box do not travel through it. It will never be the same again. Peter Jennings has my deepest sympathies for reasons that would make a grown man piss in his pants out of fear.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 9634

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 7, 2005	Views: 12,075

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Families (41), General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

AGE: 17

I've done acid a pretty good amount of times. I've had at least 2 bad trips before. But there is one that stands alone.

I had come up for a visit that weekend, and gone to my sister apartment where she lives with her boyfriend and my older brother. I was there for a night or two. The next day my friend called me up and told me he tripped-out the other day with a mutual friend of ours. He told me he tripped real good off two geltabz, and that he saved two to sell to me (we often do this). I told him I would meet him later that day after he had got off work, I had my sister's boyfriend drive me over. I told my sister's boyfriend I was going to chill for a night and go back home tomorrow night.

I met my friend right after he got off work, at the front of his private road. He told me that they were really potent. I told him I'd only take one because I had to go home the next day. I bought it for $7. He ate the other one for some reason, and we peaced-out. I started walking to my other friends house (the one my friend tripped with the other day). I took the tab at about 11:14 pm on the walk over.

I got to my friends house at about 11:40. We went up to his room and smoked up. I was feeling it good by the end of the smoke session. Me and my friend played video games for a while. He soon got tired, he claims it was because he didn't sleep good after he tripped last night. I was somewhat irritated because I remember a night when he was trippin and I just stayed up with him for the hell of it. He went to bed around 1:00 am, and that's when my trip got very bad. It was about 1:15 am, I was watching a movie I found in my friend room. I was sweating a lot and felt very hot and uncomfortable. I felt like I had to go outside and get some fresh air, maybe smoke a bowl. I eventually got up enough guts to go downstairs. I rushed down the stairs, fast didn't want any interaction if anybody woke up. But when I got downstairs I noticed somebody sleeping on his couch in the living room. I couldn't leave out the door I came in. There was two other doors but one had big blinds on it and I remembered it was noisy. I started fumbling with the middle door. There were two locks on it and no matter what position I turned the locks it would not open. Then I remembered other times people tried to open that door and did not succeed. I was still struggling with it when the person on the couch said 'what are you doing' (it was my friends sister) I remember saying 'Im trying to open the door'. When I heard myself speak it sounded brain-dead and emotionless. She said I could just go out the door near her (the one I came in). She didn't question my leaving so damn early in the morning, thank God. On the way to the door I grabbed my bag. Now a trip for some fresh air resulted in me not having any place stay.

I got to the street and it was 1:30 am. I was very worried about where to go. I decided to stash my chronic and pipe and walk back to my other friends house (the one who gave me the acid). I figured he would have to be up and walkin around like he told me he did the night before. I started up the street, the whole time I remember being out of breath and smelling the chlorine in my nose from when I went swimming way earlier that day. I felt detached from society a wondering mad-mad or a drugged up psychopath. (1:50am) I remember passing the Mobile station and hearing Eric Sermon feat- Marvin Gaye 'Just Like Music' at a very high volume coming from a car parked there. There were a couple people there just standing around cars. As I walked by I remember feeling like the people were talking about me, but when I looked over I couldn't tell if they were even looking in my direction. I felt threatened by the situation and thought best to keep on walking. Even as I got farther away the music was still echoing in my head and driving me crazy, It sounded so loud.

At about 2:05 I got to my friends private road. I remember walking past the spot where I bought the LSD and feeling like it was days ago. I was walking in and it started to drizzle, the rain felt cold. (2:15) I got to my friends house and didn't see him anywhere, the sky and trees looked demonic and nightmarish. There were colors and distortions everywhere. I look at his window and no light was on, then I saw a person I never seen before in his living room walkin around. Then I remember him telling me earlier that week that his aunt and cousin were staying at his house for the weekend. I walked over to a spot near his house and lied down on the wet grass soaked to the bone, I almost started crying but felt no good would come out of it and sucked it back. I laid there for about 20 minutes. I got up at about 2:40am. I felt like the rain drops were falling on my soul, and beating me down. Almost like there was no hope with rain. I stood up and decided I had no choice but to go back the way I came, to the Mobile station and call my sister up.

(2:50am) I remember leaving the private road when the rain picked up, it was pounding down on me. Then I had a vision of my nephews, who look up to me. I thought of my family telling them I was a horrible druggie, and I thought I would never see them again. I'm not sure how this came to mind but it hurt my feeling and made me angry at myself.

(3:00am) I got to the Mobile station. Luckily I found a quarter in my bag and called my sisters house. I knew I would have to tell them about the acid, and the bad trip, they would be mad. I again sounded brain-dead and emotionless even though I was full of emotion. I told her I was having a bad trip, she sounded concerned and told me she would be there right away.

As I sat there I thought about a lot of things. Most thoughts made me feel horrible and irresponsible. My self esteem was shattered. The Rain kept on pounding down but at this point there was a little relief. At about 3:20 am they arrived. I got in the car ready and willing to hear some bitching from either my sister or her boyfriend. My sister asked me again what happened and if I was OK. I talked as little as possible, still sounding like I had half a brain. They weren't mad just worried. The rest of the ride was silent except for the rain I heard still pretty loud. I felt better and the rest of the night was easy and short lived. Sleep came pretty quick.

Its been 4 months since that horrible night, and I've done acid again since. Why? I don't know.

I will never know why I do the things I do.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 9660

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 7, 2005	Views: 5,913

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

My first experience with LSD occurred on June 22, 2001. It was with my friends L and G and A.

At 12 PM, I put the single blotter tab in my mouth. I was told it was triple dipped. We walked to the train station for about 20 minutes. I was very excited. I was ready for my trip. We got on the train and I started feeling a little euphoric. I felt simply good. I think L smoked while we waited for the train and I didn’t really feel anything. We got to where G lives and L smoked again on the stairs down to the street and there I was twirling around and around, and I was having fun. Then we walked to G’s, this walk I don’t actually remember. We went up to G’s and I got into her room and I looked at the posters and they seemed to be coming at me. Perhaps this is how objects appear to be breathing, yet they were more coming at me, it was amazing to see this.

G turned on the Chocolate Starfish Limp Bizkit song I like, Hot Dog something, and it was so good, great to listen to. We then went to the library, and on the way there, L smoked a joint. It was really annoying listening to L and G argue, I was a little pissed, but I got over it looking at the surroundings, which were actually rather boring. L got high, but not very high. Although she found it humorous poking me, because I felt funny, very, very funny and I was laughing at everything. When she poked me, I felt like I was being tickled, but mildly.

When we got to the library, G and A went in and me and L stood outside. L smoked and I was looking around. I saw this beautiful guy who looked exactly like this guy I always thought was hot. I’m sure he was real, but maybe he looked like him because of my state of mind. It was there that I realized that my sight was incredibly clear, far clearer than usual. We continued from the library to this park.

We walked past the park where L smoked the roach of the joint she was smoking and I was walking around and thinking and my thoughts appeared ambiguous. They were a paradox. I looked at something and I wasn’t sure if that which I looked at was what I was actually looking at and the realization that what I’m looking at is what I think it is made me very happy. We walked around and soon crossed the street. I noticed that holes in space time were forming in the building we were near. The building appeared to be covered in black spots void of anything, yet it wasn’t.

We walked down a block filled with trees and houses and it was dark there. It was there that I began to feel some of the more apparent effects of the acid. There were body sensations, like something was coming at me. As we turned to go to another block, I started to walk in the way that I remembered M, this guy I’ve liked for a while now used to walk. And I believed M was like a God and I said to myself that I am like God because I was walking like M. L and G thought it would be funny to make me paranoid by making me believe there was a huge bee on my bookbag, and it worked, I got very scared but I let go of the fear. We were walking to this girl J’s house and I looked at the street sign and I saw 6th street, and I got scared, I thought they were taking me away to kill me, I actually believed that to be happening, and I asked them about it.

They told me we were on 8th street, and I looked again and saw that it was true. We got to J’s house and I was reaching the peak. I started looking at my hand while we were in front of her door and I could see the blood vessels and the veins and I put on my music and it did sound very different. I felt like I was moving everywhere while I was standing still. When I closed my eyes, although, I saw no visuals of any kind, but when I opened them, everything was coming at me. We left J’s and we were walking to this park, and I was listening to music but then I stopped because it was uncomfortable. This was Visual Audio Sensory Theater, and I didn’t enjoy it. I was walking and L and G were arguing.

I think and then they started saying things and I wasn’t sure if it was real. They made me very scared and I spit out my tab and fell to my knees crying. They apologized and asked if I was okay and suddenly everything became ok and I was feeling great. The bulk of the heavy fear had passed and we went to the park. I was amazed at how different the park was from the way I remembered it to be. It was huge, yet it’s not. We sat down on a bench and planned the last day of school. I looked at L’s bracelet and I held it in my hands. It appeared to be getting wider and longer yet I knew it wasn’t.

I looked around and I looked at one of the pigeons. Its feathers gained a unique blue color. It was the bluest pigeon I had ever seen. There were spots of color everywhere. G’s skin looked very bright and illuminated, as did L’s and for the first time I realized how bright L’s eyes are. I looked at everything and A tried to make me paranoid by wanting my to pet the squirrels but I knew they were rabid, or may have been.

A Jewish woman passed by with her three kids, one in a stroller. I looked at her eyes and they were shining green. The green was everywhere. I looked at the eyes of her children and they were the same. I was very frightened. When we left the park, very soon after that, the woman was in the dirt changing the baby and she looked at me and boy did I feel a shit load of fear.

While in the park, sitting down, I felt euphoria, my body felt very good everywhere. I was enjoying it all. We left and L called her mom and it was a little hard to be standing up. As I was walking, I felt very light and I said, “What kind of a moron thinks they can fly on acid…I can!!!!!” I jumped up and falling down didn’t feel like it, it felt like I was still walking. So we got to G’s house and we were sitting outside and I felt the acid rising and falling gradually. I didn’t want it to go away. When I put my hands behind my back, it was weird, like they were no longer a part of me, yet they still were. G showed a CD cover which showed something wet and yucky and disgusting and she asked if it looks like a vagina and I was like... yuck, no, maybe. She was like, in a few years, you’ll know. I found it mean, as in I thought she was very homophobic, but at the same time I didn’t feel threatened.

I was sitting there and me and L were talking about how we need to try other drugs. And I observed the trailing phenomenon on my hand. It was interesting. L’s parents arrived and we all got in. I didn’t want to look at them and L was sitting there singing the sesame street on marijuana song. Her parents were so busy fighting that they didn’t even notice. That was it, I realized that’s what fucks L up a lot, and she wants attention. At that moment I could almost cry.

We were driving and I was looking out the window, and I couldn’t tell where we really were, yet I could, yet I couldn’t. We got to her house and I walked up the stairs and I lied down on her bed and I looked at her posters. It was then that I looked at a picture of Marilyn Manson’s arm and saw hair on it and I realized that Manson is human. It struck me that I thought of him as something other than human, but he is. It was cool to realize it.

We later watched Moesha (for the first time in my life) and it was hilarious to watch it without sound because I could make it all up in my head. I thought that this episode was about facing racism in school, and it really wasn’t. It was fascinating to watch it. TV on acid is fun. I ate some candy and oh my god, it was delicious. I enjoyed it.

Soon after I went home, I was driven and I made it home and I has hyper and great all night. I talked to people and listened to music and felt excellent, while enjoying some cute closed eye visuals. I looked at some of the classical period paintings in my room and they seemed to be moving. The horses and carriages of 19th century Paris came alive. The letters on my screen seemed to be floating off the screen, yet a second later they weren’t.

I watched the season finale of Buffy the vampire slayer in the dark and it seemed so much better. In this episode, there was a bright dimensional portal which seemed to be illuminating itself everywhere.

I went to sleep late and at 1:30 or so, I have to be honest and say, I jerked off. It was amazing to orgasm. I saw very, very, very interesting visuals in the dark. They were tunnelling and just surfaces. It was so cool. I experienced the very threshold of LSD and it was amazing. I wish I had gotten into conversation more and I need to do it again. Now that I look back, I feel like I was holding back the whole experience because I was too scared to let it out. I can’t imagine the beauty I would have beheld in the world around me if I had let it out.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 9716

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 8, 2005	Views: 6,098

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 3 carts.
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Opium

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

I'll keep this short because the part of the experience that I found the most intriguing only lasted about 30-45 seconds. I was with a few trusted friends last year in the middle of the night at a large ornate Buddhist monastery in the next town over. These friends are the type with whom I experience real chemistry, we always did something and it was always fun. It never got old, there was always a sense of wonder and exploration; even if it wasn't a particularly new experience. This night was like that, But with more intensity due to the acid. We felt this elated awe as we passed the statues and gong towers and rock gardens and structures of far eastern motif. Getting to the point now, We smoked a bit of herb and were partaking of the opium right along and at one point we decided to sit on the steps of the giant Buddha hall and take a few nitrous hits. I'm always careful to breath appropriately with nitrous so as to protect my brain from damage caused by lack of oxygen. After 2 or 3 cartridges in a row, I entered this weird state that I'll never forget. I closed my eyes and felt myself spiral away from the world into a special place where it was dark but I was comfortable and not afraid despite the distance I felt. However, I was not unconscious.

The next part is the most interesting to me, As my friends were still talking, I heard the words that they said but didn't really pay much attention because I heard their voices as the voices of other people in my life. Someone spoke and I heard my brother's voice distinctly saying the words. Someone else spoke and it was the voice of another close friend who wasn't with us. All I could do was laugh at the time, but instantly in my mind I was figuring out what was going on. I theorised that there is some sort of recognition circuit in my brain (obviously) that takes external data and makes sense of it by routing it to the appropriate areas of the brain based on past experience and what we have already gathered in our life regarding the stimuli. Through association circuits, nearly all the parts of the brain are connected to different degrees and I realized that this mismatch was caused by the content of the sentences being spoken. The person who sounded like my brother was talking about something that I strongly associated with my brother , mostly unconsciously, and so on. It makes sense biologically, the only thing I can't explain is how I heard the mismatched voice from the beginning of their sentences, before I knew the content of what they were saying. My conclusion: weird. Goes to show the mind boggling complexities of the human brain, our essence, and all the levels it is always working on.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 9940

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 11, 2005	Views: 21,032

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Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2), Cannabis (1), Opium (63) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Acid would have to definitely be my drug of choice but this last time scared the shit out of me.

I myself have always been an acid head. The best for me is taking a few hits and watching a movie or just listening to music for the duration of the trip. When I first began taking LSD, I liked it so much that I was eating it 2-3 times a week for about 6 months. Plus, the most readily available form (and my personal favorite!) for this time was geltabs so in the consumption of gels I would say I have a degree of experience. But for some reason around the fall of 2000, most of the acid in MyHometown, FL just...disappeared! No one had any! So I had to be experimental with other things, which is a different tale altogether.

Anyway, this guy I go to school with S and I have recently began hanging out. He is the only other 'tolerable' and cool user of assorted substances that I know and we share pretty much of the same standpoint on drugs of having the most fun but being relatively safe at the same time. The past couple of months we had been busting our asses to find LSD. X was kind of burning me out and I hadn't tripped in about a year. The weeks of searching finally paid off and we got a hold of some green gellys. The guy we bought them from (whom I trusted to some extent as do I with all my drugs suppliers) told us he ate 3 and was absolutely insane. Well, I didn't doubt him and wasn't planning on eating more than one so I figured his concept of 'insane' was something I had probably experienced before. Man was I WRONG!

I ended up over at S's house around 7:45 P.M. After bullshitting with his mom, we decided to skip out to go play 'pool'. We had a list of important things to take care of such as acquiring laser pointers and glow sticks and such before we went back to his house. We decided to eat one before getting all the shit so the waiting period was more interesting. Well in cutting them up, I accidentally broke 1 and a half off. 'No bother!' says eye in popping it into my mouth, S one step behind in his procedure. I've been able to taste the acid on gels and papers before but these were like swishing liquid in your mouth. It was so strong that it coated the inside of my mouth pretty quickly. As I was saying before, I love acid but when tripping I'm also pretty obvious, especially in public, so I wanted to eat, get the shit, and motor back to the house before I would be seriously feeling it. Once glow sticks and laser pens were found, and the LSD teasing us with little waves of joy, we were on the way back to the house. On coming up to his street we were pretty far gone and were kind of worried what the conversation with his mom would be like. Thank god she was out when we got there cuz once I stepped out of that car I was completely FUCKED!

We stumbled into the house and into his room and decided to watch the Brave Little Toaster. We plugged it in and were attempting to make some kind of logically connected conversation when his mom walked in and started talking to us. S mumbled something to her, I guess to answer a question she asked, and his response triggered one of those 'What the hell is the matter with you two' stares. She continued to stare at the two wide eyed teenagers laying on the bed watching a Disney movie for a minute or two and then retired to her bedroom. Feeling relieved, I continued to watch the movie and ride the euphoric wave for another 15min or so.

This next part of the story is when it got really frightening for me. I was getting kind of fidgety and wanted to stay as immobile as possible. But the fidgeting was causing me to change positions on the bed which in turn was driving me crazy because I could not sit still. I finally calmed myself down and sat up on the bed. The second after sitting up caused one of those really nice head swims followed by my spine tightening up so bad that it actually hurt. I had to lay down again and shut my eyes to attempt to clear out some of the acid. I felt like I just wanted to be sober, just for 30 seconds, just so I could remember what it was like and know that I would return there sometime. But behind my eyelids was more light and color than I had ever seen. It looked like bright colored ink flowing through water above my head in fractal patterns. Not to mention it was producing a nice roaring type metallic ringing sound as a soundtrack.

When I opened my eyes back up and turned over S was telling me that his girlfriend was coming over to use his phone for some odd reason and that we had to go outside. 'Outside?' I pleaded, 'But that means…that means I have to get up?!' The thought of getting up and leaving the house, allowing myself to be outside and open to uncontrollable forces was horribly frightening. After taking our time in running into the walls in his hallway and attempting to support each other about a pitch black house we found ourselves outside. S was off the wall with excitement, so much in fact that It added to my fright by the thoughts of him doing something retarded to get us busted. However the visuals outside were a plus. The darkness on the trees with the cool night breeze made it look and feel like each tree I looked at was giving me a hug. I didn't realize how messed up we were until his g/f and her friend arrived. We talked to them and I couldn't even look at them because the shadows on their faces were morphing them into monster-like figures. Then and there I lost all hope of controlling what was happening to me and became extremely paranoid and frightened and suggested we go back into the house.

After that S was still off the wall and wanting me to get up and move around but I made it clear that I was on the verge of totally wigging out and didn't want to move. I was staring at his wall and listening to it moan as it seeped multicolored beads from it. Touching it caused louder moaning and my back was hurting so bad that I wanted to bend in a position to stop the hurt but couldn't. I was in and out of tormented consciousness with unknown sounds penetrating my ears and way too intense color for about an hour or so, the whole ordeal lasting from about 9:30 P.M. to about 3:15 A.M.

I awoke next to S the next day at about 7:45 A.M. and felt nothing too horrible in negative hangover effects other than that day-after spaced out feeling. I don't know if it was the length of time between tripping, the strength of the tabs, or just the difference in the tripping environment that caused me to be so frightened but it was definitely the most terrifying ordeal I have ever experienced. Take heed and avoid freaking yourself out by setting up an environment that will keep anything that could ruin the experience for you far away…

I know I will.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 9963

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 12, 2005	Views: 5,560

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I was clinically diagnosed with Bipolar disorder about 2 months before I had tried acid the first time, and was fearful since I was taking MAOI's, but curiosity got the best of me. My first acid trip was off of one blotter square, and I didn't really think that I was tripping. This was average acid [my experienced friends who took the same stuff said so], but I didn't get any large scale hallucinations, just saw a wave or two on the floor. I noticed that my thought process was a little different. It let me observe my actions and the actions/reactions of others from many different perspectives. This mild trip led me to trying it again.

The second time we got the same stuff again and I decided to take two hits. What a difference it made, but my friends told me that the second time you trip is always more intense than the first [unless you get weak acid]. I had great hallucinations and in great numbers. I would sometimes see skulls and weird faces when I would look at things, which might be perceived as scary, but I have a strong mind and realized it was just a drug. I then began to have extremely deep thoughts about the beginning of time, the creator of this world ['The unmoved mover'], and the many discrepancies pertaining to the real world. These mystical/religious thoughts made me think about my depression and the reasons for it. I realized that my depression had come from my mind thinking downly upon myself, and then it became so strong that it actually became a physical problem. With this in mind I figured that if my mind could create a physical problem, that it respectively can take it away. I took each insignificant bad thought that had built up to my depression and analyzed it, until I realized that life is just one big journey/experiment, or trip as you may call it, and told myself why each painful memory wasn't bad enough to cause myself this mental pain.

After a long meditative cleansing of my mind and soul I felt rejuvenated, as if I had been reborn. I then received one of the greatest feelings in my life… I had mentally destroyed my physical depression! The rest of the trip became extremely wonderful, I saw 'happy colors' everywhere, and I even started to geek out for about 15 minutes or so [not exactly sure how long, my concept of time was severely altered]. This made acid become my favorite drug of choice, not including marijuana. My friends told me about the dangers of bad trips and I believe that bad trips can be easily prevented if you have a strong mind/will.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10165

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 14, 2005	Views: 7,504

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Guides / Sitters (39), General (1)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

As a sort of flip side to my submission titled:'God or Insanity', in which I describe an LSD experience with my father, I felt compelled to share another experience which is an example of what can happen when (through my interpretation),ego and arrogance decide that they are more powerful than the drug.

In the months following the experience described in the other submission, I felt a presence, a sort of new found wisdom, clarity, and happiness toward life... However, gradually, my ego began to become dangerously intertwined with the experience; it slowly crept in and began a kind of claiming of responsibility for this new gift, twisting it in a way that was not honest. I don't recall if, in the back of my mind, I was aware of this or not at the time, but if so, that crafty ego was successful at pushing it far enough back so as to be ignored.

At any rate, the 3 months that followed were the best of my life. My relationship with my father was incredible and I felt at peace and genuinely happy. Paragraphs full of wisdom would come from my mouth, coming without any thought at all, surprising all who knew me, including myself. This, I thought, was something that had to be shared with my brother.

My brother has always been a tormented person. He has great difficulty letting go of pain. His relationship with Dad was always rocky at best. So when I mentioned to Dad the idea of including Bro in our gift, he thought it was a good idea, and plans began. Apparently we were now Gods and would take it upon ourselves to make decisions for my brother; in his own best interest of course.

We informed my bro of the plan, which was to go into the mountains, rent a cabin and reproduce the experience shared by dad and I. Bro was very resistant to the idea of the LSD, but didn't want to pass up the chance to do some bonding with Dad.  (I feel it necessary here to defend dad on this whole thing. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to have a relationship with his son. As wrong as this whole thing was, it was born out of love. (As for me, I was just pretty much selfish and hoped to expand on the gift I had been given.)

Once at the cabin, we all partook in a tab and a half and began talking about life. After an hour or so I didn't feel 'high' enough so I ate another tab and a half.

The conversation was good for a while, but eventually I began to talk without a breath for what seemed like forever. When Dad asked if he could get a word in, I said, 'Just overpower me,' ego full throttle now. Dad snapped back, 'listen to yourself....' Well these three words triggered a hellishly abusive, psychologically damaging, introspective character assassination on myself which I in fact still battle with at times to this day. All of the clarity and joy that had been present since the previous experience, was suddenly replaced with insanity, fear, and a despair that can only be understood by those who have experienced the abyss of darkness induced by a catastrophic trip. Would I ever recover from this? I deserved it didn't I? Who the hell did I think I was? God? ....Well God sure put me in my place that day. The rebuilding, I knew, could take a lifetime.

Surprisingly (or maybe not), my brother was actually the dominant figure that evening. He was the only one who went in without any disillusioned ideas of what would occur that evening. He, for a change, was the pillar of strength. He didn't have any mystical experiences, but I think he actually gained some confidence seeing his 'stronger,' older brother reduced to a babbling moron, and his father struggling to explain himself. As to exactly what happened between he and Dad that night I don't know deatails due to my being trapped in my own hell, but from what dad told me, it was the worst night of his life. Suffice to say, our desired effect was far from realized. He described his nightmare that evening to me months later, once we had enough distance from the night to actually discuss what happened. He was enclosed in a capsule, slightly larger than the size of his body, the capsule permanently sealed by the hand of God, and floating through space for eternity,,,, in total darkness,,,, alone.

While the whole thing was indeed a setback, there was no choice but to look it in the eyeballs, and learn everything possible from the experience. In fact it has only deepened my respect for the drug, rather than instill any sort of fear of it. Using the drug the way that we did here was a recipe for disaster. When I began to think that I was more powerful than the drug I should have backed off for a while and gotten a grip. BEWARE OF EGO.

I am far enough away from that experience now that I think I have a pretty good handle on what happened and why. At first, it was sort of like surviving a violent hurricane, then climbing a nearbye mountain and looking down upon the wreckage to better assess the damage. Now the view of the landscape looks even better than it did before the hurricane, though there are still some areas which remain under construction.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 44746

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 17, 2005	Views: 10,860

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Families (41), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 oral
		 Caffeine
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		 5 tablets
		 insufflated
		 Pharms - Methylphenidate
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   67 kg

Well, this night was the most intense night of my life. The inner secrets I discovered about myself and about the world. I found out that there are more things in the world than what science can prove.

My horoscope on the day that I had this experience stated that something would happen that would change my life, and if I did not follow through with my plans I would spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened. Well I didn’t really think much of it other than my cynical view that horoscopes were a bunch of generic crap that could apply to any situation. This night did change my outlook on life. This might go on for a while but keep in mind this was a non-stop 20 hour trip. It can be divided into three parts: the show, the transition, and the party.

The Show

This is where it started. There were three of us to start with. Me, Matt and G. we decided to start our trip at a fair with rides, sideshows, etc., and then progress to my friend’s party. I’m not going to cover what happened at the show in detail because that was more just for visual kicks of going upside down and being around spinning lights. At this point I didn’t realise the true nature of LSD. We got there straight, but psyched up. I had been tripping three times previously but not with such a high dose (I planned to do two trips against others advice. Apparently, with trips the experience of 1+1=2 is not true. Two trips are a lot stronger than simply a double dose), Matt had been tripping four times before and was planning to do just one because of his cash flow and G was a first timer. We managed to talk him into doing a half and then if he had it under control, the other half.

By the way, these were strong trips (atoms). On the advice of a friend, J, whom we met later at the party we decided to have a trip clock. My watch had both analogue and digital settings so I set the digital to 00:00 at the time of dropping. The digital was also good because it went in 24-hour time. Well, that was the start. We dropped the T’s in a public toilet in the show, I dropped 1, Matt dropped 1 and G dropped half. As soon as we stepped out side it started raining. We then had some interesting experiences with animals and learned that on some level, they can identify trippers. My friend G tried to pet an alpaca that a child had just done the same to and it freaked out and ran in an opposite direction until it smacked its head into the opposite wall of its pen. It then collapsed and made some strange noises. G didn’t even touch it. We decided that we would avoid animals and have some fun.

It was still raining but who cared. G wanted to try his other half so me and Matt waited outside for him. I looked at my trip clock. It was 01:00. This was when the trip took off. Me and Matt were playing with our inflatable hammers which squeaked. We did this until we realised that we had made a song with the pattern of squeaks. We looked around and everybody was staring at us. We cracked up laughing, as is the trademark of coming up in acid. The show was great, we went on rides, watched stuff in the main arena, and stared at out hands because they were morphing/melting and started laughing. 2.5 hours into the trip and I already realised this was the hardest I have ever tripped. And I hadn’t even peaked.

Our next major event was in the children’s petting zoo. We were sitting on a park bench watching people watch the animals who were watching us. We were trying to figure out who was the zoo exhibit and who was the visitor. We realised that, because we were watching everybody they were in our zoo. We tried to discuss it normally but it kept on rhyming! So we wrote it down in Matt’s trip book. It was written as such:

 “Who’s in whose zoo? Is it me? Or is it you? Is it what we mean or what we do? Is it Matt, is it Luke or is it gru? YOU’RE ALL IN OUR ZOO! WE HAVE THOUGHT IT THROUGH! BECAUSE WE ARE LOOKING AT YOU!”

We made such a commotion over what we had figured out that everybody was looking at us. We were now in their zoo. It was so much for us we had to leave.

The Transition

We left the show at about 04:00 on the trip clock. On this walk we discovered some things that could never be retold and understood without a very open mind to new ideas. Our goal was to meet J and Brendan. They were straight but J was planning to do an E at the party. He first wanted to check out the situation. Our walk from the show to our meeting place was about 1.5 hours, I guess. Its hard to tell because we stopped, did Nitrous, and talked a lot. It’s hard to retell but what we discovered about life was amazing. We tried to write it down but Matt’s pen leaked and broke. Obviously we were never meant to know this. We met J and Brendan at about 05:30 on the trip clock. We somehow read a map and caught a bus to get to the party.

The Party

From about 07:00 to 14:00 on the trip clock we were at this party. The actual time we got there was about 10:00 and we stayed until 7:00 the next morning. As soon as we got there the first thing I noticed was an E. triglochidiatus, a cactus that supposedly contained 5-meo-DMT. I rushed around the party with it looking for Matt until I realised that I was stabbing drunk people with its spines! I decided that it would be safer to put it outside, which is where I found Matt, G, J and Brendan. Me and Matt decided we would split my last tab and each do another half. We sat on the front balcony and had lots of nos. as well as that we blazed up two spliffs and each drank a bottle of Thai red bull concentrate. It was great!

After about an hour of this I did a Nitrous. Just a single, but it kicked off the most intense experience of my life. I did it and just sat back as it was a normal Nitrous. I knew that they lasted for longer on acid and stoned but after about twenty minutes of a full on Nitrous I thought something had gone wrong. I was still nossing as much as when I took it! I thought that my brain couldn’t cope with the amount of drugs I had taken and that my brain was permanently fucked. I tried to talk myself down from it but I couldn’t. After about half an hour I was really scared. I was breaking out into a sweat and my heart was racing. The red bull concentrate I suppose. I got out of my chair and stumbled to the balcony edge and collapsed. Matt ran up to me with wild eyes, I thought he was worried about me but it seemed he was going through exactly the same thing. He was scared too. This made me feel a bit better but I told Matt what I was thinking. I told him I thought I had overdone it. The rush going through my body was indescribable but it was fucking scary. Matt looked at me sweating and said the words that I should have been thinking the whole time. In fact I felt stupid that I did not think of it.

“Man, you’re tripping. What you’re feeling is the trips. Just flow with it.”

I had completely under estimated the effect of acid so when it hit me it was overwhelming. There is absolutely nothing in the world that you can compare it to. As soon as I heard this I felt better. I was in a more positive mind set. I got up and instantly felt on top of the world. I walked around the house checking out everything. Walls were not even in existence, they just melted into pools of liquid on the ground but they were still taller than I was. People were morphed creatures and when they spoke small digital pieces of data shaped like fish swam out of their mouth. I wasn’t listing to the sounds I was watching and reading them. I thought I better find a nice place to sit.

The guys’ whose party it was (a fucking legend) had set up a chill out room. It was a small room with a couch a recliner arm chair and the floor was covered in Mattresses. He had a hookah set up in the corner and this light thing that spun coloured lights around the room. Ambient music was being played over the soft bubbling of the hookah. I chose the armchair and didn’t move for about four hours. In that time the light maker fell a couple of times and exploded into a spectrum of pixilated colours. Somehow they pieced it back together and got it in working order. My vision would distort into cartoon form and for short bursts of time everything would look like drawing. To be accurate it looked like when you turn a photo into a drawing in PhotoShop. It was great.

After about four hours of this I was down to a level where I could move again and talk to people who made sense. I found Matt and discovered that he had the exact same experience as me. During this time I drank a lot of water. I was walking around when I discovered my flash forward. It was similar to a flash back but it was a glance of the future instead of the past. I was in a situation where I looked at a sign on a door and the two people came out. At that point in time I thought it was deja vu but then I remembered where I saw it from. The exact same thing happened in one of my dreams about six months ago. I was flipped out. My brain had replayed one of my major experiences before I had ever done it. Then I went on to think what if I was in a flash back? For the following half-hour I expected to wake up in a street, forty years old with people all around me saying that I passed out. It didn’t happen. I was still sixteen.

For the rest of the night I walked around and checked stuff out. I fount a guy who did a human beat box for about an hour straight. He was great. I found a chick who was a friend from school who pulled out a knife to show me and then admitted that she was revving on meth. I was frightened. She was a dangerously spontaneous and violent person. I found the guy who sat next to me on the couch for about six straight hours not moving. I learned that he had taken about five points of speed. About now I was coming down. I decided to take the five pills of Ritalin I had in my possession. If you are ever in this situation do not do it. It was about six in the morning. My body had had it. I did about two lines of Ritalin. My mind was so hyped up. My brain was working overtime but my body was fucked. My body couldn’t move. As I did my Ritalin my friend J decided, that at six in the morning, was the time to do his E. He was happy with the party so he did lines of his E. that was about it. At dawn we all walked into the city and went and saw the movie signs, which had an uncanny resemblance to the previous night.

My Conclusions

I do not underestimate the power of acid. I make sure that I have water, a nice relaxing place to chill if I need and some good friends on standby. If I am going to do more than one trip I am prepared. Two trips equal the power of about three.  Also, I do not get freaked out. I have the power in my own mind to turn it into a good trip or a bad trip. This is why I need friends to talk to. It gives me a sense of well being. Last but not least, I do not go into any drug with the attitude “it will be a bit of fun”. Most drugs have a very intense spiritual connection to the world and are much more than just a recreation. They are an insight. At one point I was crying. I have not cried since I was 9 and I am now sixteen, but they were tears of joy and understanding. Remember this and be careful.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 17195

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 20, 2005	Views: 8,456

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LSD (2), Pharms - Methylphenidate (114), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Various (28), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

This all began one weekend in Miami, Florida. I had met a couple of people online and they all seemed like a pretty legit bunch of individuals. We had all planned to check out a movie at coconut grove (from dusk till dawn) while tripping on what I believe were white blotters. I had arrived there about 8:00 PM to meet 4 people. The names I do not remember quite clearly, but there was a girl, 2 brothers named Don and something else, and a guy I named mime, because he had a black and white shirt striped shirt on.

When I had arrived I found out that Don (the first time tripper) had taken 3 or 4 hits. The rest of the gang had taken 2 - 3, I myself had taken 3 once I got there. They were all tripping before me, for they had taken theirs about 30 - 45 minutes beforehand. As we began walking towards the theater to buy our movie tickets, I noticed that Don was acting kind of strange. Walking next to me he kept on asking where we were. After repeatedly telling him that we were at the Grove about to watch a movie, I knew something was going to happen. Everyone else thought that he was going to be ok, and they were all laughing about and having fun. Once we finally arrived at the theater Don was quite confused with his surroundings. He constantly kept asking me where we were, and what we were doing. I told him everything was going to be ok, and to just relax, soon we were going to be in the theater and everything was going to be fine.

The movie didn’t start until another hour so the gang and I decided to go smoke out under a tree somewhere in the grove. Don kept on asking me where we were of course and what were going to do. By this time everyone was answering his questions and telling him that it was going to be ok. After all of us smoked out and chatted for a while we walked back to the theater. I began to notice that Don wasn’t acting himself at all anymore. He had a bath of sweat on him and he acted quite stuperous. By this time I was already feeling the effect, but my thoughts were on Don the whole time hoping he was going to be ok.

Once we arrived at the theater and gave the movie guy our stubs, I couldn’t get my eyes of Don, I had a feeling I was going to look after this guy the whole night. We walked straight to the movie and sat down. I was sitting down next to Don, and his brother was next to him. In front of us was the girl and mime. 10 seconds through the intro of the film I began to noticed that Don was quite confused and worried. He kept on looking around and asking me where he was and what he was doing there. I told him we were about to watch a movie and everything was going to be ok. It seemed that my voice went out the other ear for he kept on asking the same questions real loud to the point were people were staring at us. I told the gang that this wasn’t going to work out and that we should leave the theater and find something else to do. After agreeing we left as quick as we can and tried to figure out the plans for the rest of the night.

After walking some distance we noticed that we were in the wrong place at the moment. It was a busy Saturday night and Don couldn’t control himself and he looked very confused and disoriented, so we had decided to go back to his house and hang out in a park until we all sobered up. The girl and mime went out to get the car, and I stayed with Don waiting at a water-fountain, while his brother stood a distance from us because he had a book-bag full of weed and people were staring at us, including police officers.

As I was waiting with Don for the car, he kept on calling people names that were passing by us and asking me where we were. Looking at him I noticed that he was in another world, and people didn’t seem the same way to him anymore. He wore quite baggy pants and they kept on falling down his legs so I had to assist him by holding them up to his waist. By this time I was fully blown tripping and feeling great. Hundreds of people were passing by just staring at us and pointing. At one point I had forgot about Don's pants and they were down to his ankles while he was falling over into a water-fountain we were standing by. After a while of waiting I finally saw the car pull up and we literally dragged Don on the ground to the car and sped off into the next adventure.

By this time it must've been 11:00 PM as we drove to the park to sober up. Don’s head was on the girl’s lap talking weird stuff, and his brother was next to them feeling guilty about the whole situation. He kept on rambling about how it was his fault that this happens, how his brother is going to become a vegetable and he’s never gonna do drugs again and etc. etc. After finally arrived at the park I noticed that the girl starts crying real badly. Earlier in her years she had an abortion, and while Don was on her lap rambling about, he mentioned something about an abortion which triggered her memories and made her cry. For about an hour she sat alone in the parking lot while me, the mime and Don’s brother were talking about what were going to do. Don was in the backseat of the car staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, which really freaked us out as we tried to slap him out of it. Of course that didn’t work so we began think of how were going to take him out of his state. His brother mentioned to me that he knew a guy up at the beach who sold rohypnol and he could come down and give Don some, thinking that it would make him fall asleep, so he can rest and wake up all bright and shine in the morning (bad idea).

His brother went to nearby phone and called the rohypnol dealer and he came as quick as he can for he knew Don quite well. I soon found out that he dealer himself was on special K, cocaine, alcohol, pot, and whatever else you can think off. When he arrived he tried to get Don out of his zombie state by talking to him and slapping around but that of course didn’t work. So he tried to slip a rohypnol into his mouth but he was unable to swallow the thing. So we all decided to skip the idea and just carry him to the middle of the field and hopefully sober up by time the sun comes up. Now Don is about 200 - 250 pounds I believe, so carrying him was no easy task. While we were dragging him to the field, lo and behold a security guard stops us asking what we were doing. Don’s brother reacted quite quickly and told him that his brother was drunk and he had to sober up before going home, because his parents would not approve of the situation. The security guard being surprisingly understanding accepted the story and told us to proceed as long as we did not make a disturbance.

Once we arrived in the middle of the field and plopped Don on the ground we celebrated by smoking a nice relaxing bowl, which followed with what we were going to do about this zombie minded individual next to us. Soon afterwards the dealer had to leave and asked if any of us wanted to buy roofies. None of us bought any except for the girl who took hers right away with a couple orange juice gulps.

Right now it must’ve been around 1 - 2 in the morning, the mime told us that he had to depart for he had a curfew and had to go home. We all said goodbye with a peace pipe and he fled off in his car. Soon thereafter the rohypnol began taking effect on the girl and she passed out. Don’s brother and I were in another world right now for LSD and weed make a perfect combination for an altered state. We continued to smoke bowl after bowl until we got interrupted. Interrupted by something I had never seen before. The girl began to seizure in her sleep rolling around, shaking, sitting up and falling back down repeatedly. After she stopped, Don’s brother and me were stupefied by the whole experience for none of us had ever seen that before. Soon thereafter she began doing it again in a much more violent motion which pretty much scared the hell out of me. She then began to sit up with her eyes closed swinging from side to side as if possessed by demons. But somehow she knew what she wanted to do as she struggled going in her book-bag and taking out her sweater. We watched for 10 minutes as she struggled to put on her sweater with eyes closed, until Don’s brother finally decided to become a gentleman and assisted her. Afterwards she fell back down to the floor and continued her seizures.

After smoking bowl after bowl while watching her twitch and stop, twitch and stop, Don’s bro and I decided that we were quite hungry and wanted to get something to eat. He mentioned to me that there was a 24-hour convenience not too far away, about 5-minute walking distance. So after talking about it and smoking over it if we should leave these two zombies while we go out and get some food, we decided to do it. As we walked away we constantly looked back to eye our zombie friends to see if they were not walking about into a tree or into a lake.

The walk to the convenience store of course lasted about 2 hours even-though it was only a couple of minutes. Once arrived there and having the lady on the other side of the glass, ask us what we wanted, we were stumped. 5 minutes later we still stood there decided what to get as the lady began to squint her eyes out of curiosity. Soon after my tripping partner blurred out that he wanted donuts and paid the woman. After another 2 hours of walking back to the scene we noticed that Don was sitting up looking at the stars which surprised us both while the girl was still lying down… Twitching in her usual manner.

Don’s brother told me that he had to go home, for he was only 14 years old at the time and told his parents that he would arrive home in the middle of the morning and his parents would freak out if they didn’t seem him home. We had a very close moment as he told me to take care of his brother and try to wake him up from the state he was in. We smoked our last bowl together and he walked off leaving me in charge.

As I sat there smoking the fine green next to a tree I prayed to God that if these two were to sober up I’d never trip again. I began to speak to Don and throwing rocks at him to surpress my boredom. I remembered Don rolling his own cigarettes and asked him to roll one to see if he was all right. After asking him numerous times and screaming at him he finally responded by looking at me. Surprised and very relieved to see life in him I told him to stand up and walk around while I bitched at him for making my night a misery so far. I told him to look at the girl…ah, now I remember her name. It was Alicia. I told him to look at her and see how fucked up she was and that we need to sober her up as soon as we can. By this time the sun was coming up and it wouldn’t be long until the community would be walking around their dogs and doing their daily routines of jogging to stay healthy. Of course he was still mildly in his state of tripping and unreality that I repeatedly had to tell him to snap out of it. I told him to pick up Alicia and shake her into submission so she could wake up and hopefully sober up before we would be noticed in the middle of the park.

Daylight was up and Don assisted me in picking up Alicia while I smacked her face over and over and over and over again. I accompanied the slapping with pinching and dropping her on the floor to awake her. Her face felt numb, cold and swollen as I slapped her with one thing in mind…to become sober. Soon afterwards she began to cry which was quite a relief for both Don and me. She cried and complained how her head hurts and that she couldn’t take it anymore. We told her to walk around and sober up. Don mentioned to me that there was a pool not too far away and she can put water on her head to for some kind of relief. We assisted her to the pool and fed her donuts to fill her stomach with food and get her senses back.

The time now was 8 - 9 in the morning and she had finally sobered up. The village was walking their pets and running of that fat they needed to lose. My online friends were up and about, sober and conscious talking about their experience as we walked to Don’s house to find his brother relieved at the sight of us. We entered the household only to see Don’s parents asking him how his night was…to which he answered it was all-right, we had fun. Afterwards I have never seen those people again.

Next week came around and I broke my promise… I’ve been tripping monthly since that day. I guess the only thing I have learned from this experience is how to handle the situation when another one comes up…stay calm, do not leave them alone when bad tripping (although I didn’t quite do that) and help out however I can, it had crossed my mind many times to take them to the hospital, but for my own safety I didn’t. Maybe I should have done that instead, I’m just glad it all came out in a good way, but I doubt it will always come out that way in the near future.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 14788

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 20, 2005	Views: 13,540

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LSD (2) : Second Hand Report (42), Guides / Sitters (39), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

		 4 glasses
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

		 100 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   61 kg

I was never a huge fan of trance parties. When I was young, I used to go with my friends and do some acid/shrooms/E, but when I got older, I lost all the interest I had in it. Because psytrance was never a music style which I loved, because I was seeing people believing in mystical bullshit just because they kept thinking about it when on psychedelics, because I was getting older and interested in serious issues and most people there were brainless kids, because I got deep into style and fashion and I found the decoration, the glowsticks and pacifiers and the clothes most kids used to wear at those parties were an offence to the 'good-taste', and since I have a good job, my idea of fun is going to a club, listen to house music, meeting some pretty people and snorting coke (or doing E for a change, sometimes).

But anyway, yesterday, two friends of mine (lets call them R and F), who still like psytrance parties convinced me to go with them, to remember the old times (it was an indoor party).

I am not taking any medication at the time. I had 300 mg of pure MDMA crystals, so I eye measured three 100 mg doses, crushed them into powder and put them into gelcaps. I left home to pick them up in my car. They were both at R's house. R gave me one microdot, F gave me four grams of Psilocybe cubensis and I gave each one of them one MDMA cap. I hadn't done LSD/shrooms in years, I lost most of interest on them, but this was the night to try them again, so I dropped the microdot and saved the shrooms for later. They also took their microdots and we drove to the party, which was a big event, 25 kilometres away from my house.

When we got there, it was about 23:30 and it was pretty much empty. The lights were still on and there was no DJ, only a psytrance CD playing, not very loud. We all decided to sit down in the tables upstairs, to chat and wait until the party started. We sat down, chatted for a while, and I began to feel the acid. Well, I must admit that when I started to feel it, I realised I missed it. It was nice to feel my mind being amplified, my ego being split up, etc. My friends were also coming up, and they were laughing and talking a lot, but I got more introspective, and began concentrating on the one thing that always interested me in psychedelic drugs: they reveal the complexity of the human mind. They show me that our mind is a lot more than our ego. I wouldn't say that LSD can make us reach our id, but it certainly makes our ego touch it.

I stayed there for nearly half an hour, smoking cigarettes and trying to understand all the mental processes that acid was making my mind go through, just thinking about what I was thinking :). Eventually, things started to warm up. People were getting there for the party, the lights turned off and the DJ started playing music. Psytrance sounded good to me because I was tripping, and we all dropped the MDMA capsule (this was my first candyflipping, believe it or not). We kept sitting, looking at the dance floor and listening to the music. Half an hour later, I started to feel the MDMA. Since I had parachuted the crystals, It hit me very strong, and I got those lovely waves of energy rushing through my body, those loved-up thoughts and the physical stimulation, so I had to go dance. I started dancing and smiling all the time, and the visuals began. Not those crazy visuals of things undulating, etc., but since I was candyflipping, the visuals were a lot more interesting and gentle, I was seeing huge and very detailed patterns of colours, moving in a perfect synaesthesia with the music and waves of purple lights embracing me. I never had these kind of visual, they were divinely beautiful.

Five minutes latter, R and F joined me. We all danced for one hour until I met a girl and we went upstairs to sit down and chat. I liked her a lot, we had some great conversations, but I started noticing some negative things, like the fact that I was one of the oldest people there, and most of them were raver kids, with these awful clothes, pacifiers and glowsticks…well, it made me laugh a lot. :) Anyway, the girl handed me a pill, a blue omega, so I gave her two grams of shrooms. We thanked each other, she ate the mushrooms and so did I, chewing and the swallowing them, followed by the pill she gave me. We kept talking for another half-hour, when I was hit by an amazingly intense sensation… I don't know if the E and the shrooms took effect at the same time, but they probably did. How can I describe it? Pure ecstasy.

These three drugs were making me reach a pleasure level completely unknown to me (not in intensity… when I smoked coke I saw what intense feelings mean :) ). I began to not care about the party being overcrowded by kids, I had too much empathy to feel any superior to anyone. I said to the girl we had to go to the dance floor again and dance. The euphoria was now a lot more intense and so were the visuals. I was still seeing a mosaic of colours, but they were a lot more intense and glowing, and behind this, I could see the whole world morphing and dancing. A little later, F came told me he and R had bought a couple of pills each, and asked me if I wanted one (each of them would give me half a pill) but I said, 'No thanks, I'm high enough, take them and have fun.'

This great feeling lasted for some good three and a half hours, until I eventually started to come down. It was not a very harsh comedown, but me and my friends went upstairs again, and we talked about the night, about the high, about the music, the people we had met, etc.

Finally, we decided to go home. I went to say goodbye to the girl I had met, she gave me her cell number and I gave her mine, and I went home, still high (but not HIGH).

Like always happens to me after a night of doing E, I couldn't sleep, but I wasn't in a very bad mood. I just went home, watched TV and thought about the night. It was nice to go to a psytrance party again, and it was definitely nice to try acid and shrooms again.

I think I'm not going to another one for some time, it's not my kind of party, but I'll certainly try shrooms (and maybe acid too) with E again, but next time, it'll be in a calm place, with a beautiful landscape and my girlfriend.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 19664

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 2, 2005	Views: 13,119

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


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 6:00
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 DMT
		 (freebase)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Let me start with some background.  I'm 19 now... at the time i was 18.  My girlfriend and I had just left Reggae on the River in Humboldt County California by rafting down the river.  We had taken acid previously but its effects were minimal.  After reaching Garberville a few days later we were hitchhiking out when we were picked up by a rabbi.  We got into the back of his truck (the bed) because another hitchhiker was up front.  Down the road we noticed a man looking very frantic and waving his arms on the side of the road.  The rabbi pulls over to pick him up.  He runs up to the back of the truck where the other hitch hiker is letting him in, saying his friend has just been shot in the face because he was doing a drug deal.  He gets in the back and is rambling to my girlfreind and I.  He was 26 and used to own a glass company, which was recently shut down due to operation pipe dreams.  Also, he was saying he has a huge house, wife, a kid, a crop of medical marijauan, LSD, DMT and says we can come and stay there.

At this point the rabbi is saying we have to take him to a police station and i thought the that would be the end of our little fantasy world that just fell into our lap.  Luckily for us we see a police officer parked on the side of the road.  The rabbi stops and the man gets out to talk to the cop.  Other officers were already on scene, he took J's (we will call him j) statement and surprisingly let him go.

The rabbi continues and with this new passnger takes my girlfreind, the other hitch hiker, J, and i miles out of his way to j's house.

We get out to find j's young wife at home by herself, their child was with their parents down state.  She welcomed us and j told his story again.  That night we smoked excellent weed and went to bed.  The next day the hitchhiker took off, leaving my girlfreind and i at j's house.

Later in the afternoon we start our acid trip.  2 hits.  an hour later 2 more.  A couple after that two more.  I was walking around the house and property looking at the plants and feeling excellent about life, but not too many visuals.  We stayed to help clean up the drug filled house in case the police payed a visit which they didn't because they invited j down to the station the next day after this.  After tripping for a few hours, maybe less, j offers the DMT; 'The deemers' he says.  and i begin asking a little bit about it.  the conversation appears in my memory as mostly... on DMT? on DMT? on DMT?  He tells me i have a galactic connection with the band sound tribe sector 9, which he puts in for the trip and says this experiance was given to me by my higher self.  I am the first to go.  I am sitting on the couch with my legs pulled up to my chest.

It was an orangeish crystal sitting on top of some dank buds. j lights the lighter, brings it near the crytal but doesnt touch it to it, it melts, I take the hit, which is in a pipe the used only for DMT occasions.  At this point I can only say I instantly found myslef in nothing.  Again rather instantly i found that the nothing filled up very quickly with everything.  All my emotions and feelings were looping over themselves.  I would look around see fractals and events unfolding in the room occuring on what seemed to be nanoseconds, I could see everyone for who they were and felt a communication occuring that was happening only in my mind.  Its common to (at this point what was being said cannot be englished) on DMT... on DMT.  I would look at everyone, going from person to person hearing their unique lingiustic signature and trying to translate it, feeling confused.  As I would look away form the people i would understand what they were saying to me and feel very intense joy and would be laughing very hard, going through long periods of deja vu and feeling time dilate into what seemed eternity.  I would look back at the people and hear the communication again and time would flow a little more and I would look away and time would be still again and i would be laughing and feeling the 'deja vu'.  This repeated for a long while, while i was just sitting on the couch, laughing and not moving.

Looking back, now I am anxious to take DMT again.  It has profound implications and meanings in my personal journey which are much much deeper than this story leads one to believe.  The synchronicity in my life both before and after the dmt trip were simply amazing.  All based around consciousness.  2012, galactic awareness...  I hope this story affects someone.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 32132

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 13, 2005	Views: 12,413

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DMT (18), LSD (2) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Multi-Day Experience (13), Various (28)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 6.0 mg
		 oral
		 5-MeO-MIPT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 2:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 3:00
		 100 mg
		 insufflated
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 6:00
		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

Before I give this report I must say that I am extremely experienced when it comes to substances of psychoactivity. I've had my times with cocaine and opiates (RX and street), use marijuana daily, done lsd about 4x, mdma and mda countless times, psylocibin roughly 5x, Ketamine, methamphetamine. I had no prior experiences with research tryptamines however. I mean the list goes on but I'm just trying to get u to understand that I'm no newbie.  This experience actually occurred a couple weeks after trying some bunk acid, so I was extremely skeptical on the quality of the lsd I stumbled upon.

-8:30pm- Anywayz I took 3 drops of liquid off the bat.

Roughly an hour later I had completely convinced myself that the acid was gonna be bunk and I had the chance to get some '5 speed' (5-meo-mipt), so I purchased a capsule containing roughly 6mg and dumped the contents onto my tongue (tastes horrible).

-9:30pm-(Oh yeah my friend 'N' was with me during the entire experience) Maybe 15 minutes or so later my friend, I'll call him 'J' (who had just arrived back in state from a vacation to AZ), arrived at my house. I gave him a couple drops of the acid, he was meant to only take the acid to determine the quality. Maybe 15 minutes after J arrived I began to feel a feeling of being scatter-brained.

-9:45pm- From then on things slowly got visually and mentally intense. Me, J, and N left my home and rode to my friend 'B's apartment. When I arrived I was still thinking the acid was gonna be bunk so I told them about the '5-speed'. I thought the mental unrest was coming from the tryptamines. I couldn't stop talking about the 5-meo-mipt. I decided to leave cuz I felt like I was getting on everyones nerves.

-10:30pm- During the ride home I began to notice colors were beginning to shift and a slight breathing of objects. Drum and Bass was AWESOME! When we got home we smoked a blunt and several bowls or marijuana (4g), but the weed never really changed my current mental state (FAR from baseline mind you). I really don't know what the effects of the '5-speed' were, maybe it caused the auditory distortion? Sound seemed to enter my ears from several different directions at times. 'N' had only smoked marijuana so he was doing most of the entertaining, showing us pictures, movies, playing music, and posing theories and such that would blow our mind.

After maybe an hour,-11:30pm?- (perception of time was completely screwed by now), I decide that me and J should take the MDMA we had! We both have roughly 100mg of molly each. I take mine via insufflation. Over the course of the next hour the effects of the MDMA were definetly there and becoming stronger but never really take over. The visuals are enhanced to where glowsticks have the most amazing tracers I've ever seen and the actual color of the sticks would change from green to a purple and even white... breathtaking! My friend 'N' was doing Poi (stix on strings)! I know that candyflipping is normally done by taking the X first, rolling, then taking the cid and I can see why, cuz I never fully appriciated the mdma cuz it was still an obvious lsd trip. I had an urge to turn on the lights. Even when the eye rolling and wiggles and beautiful glowsticks. I also didn't find the skin sensation as overcoming if at all. I mean I remember knowing I was rolling balls but it simply wasn't as amazing. After 3 hours the effects of the xtc were diminishing and I was back to just tripping.

-2:30am?- At this time I believe I could handle redosing lsd, me and J decide to do the last 5 or so hits of liquid between the two of us. I actually don't know how much acid I took cuz I couldn't tell if it was coming out or not. I'd say maybe 2 or 3 at the most. Hell maybe 4 I have no clue lol. I actually took the hits over a period of a half an hour to an hour. The effects of LSD, in no time, make it to the plateau of the last dose. This is around the time I realize how unsure I am about the '5-speed' and the effects it caused. I once again find myself laughing at everything, everything is nonsense! I find myself constantly trying to figure 'things' out but I only get more confused, and by 'things' I mean EVERYTHING: colors, social situations, money, greed, love, hate, friends, life, you name it! Around 4:00am I finish downloading the film 'Waking Life'. N starts the film and we begin watching it while having a conversation. At this time my friend J is in the floor staring at the carpet and wall and has a look of sheer terror on his face. Personally I was having a blast and I couldn't understand how this could have possibly gotten bad to him. I tell him itz going to be alright, tell him to relax, and let him know that itz a drug and it will eventually be over. It seems to help a lil bit.

I continue with the movie while talking to N about the film. Periodically I try to attract J's attention to the movie, but he says watching it makes everything worse. I end up totally ignoring the movie and sit beside J urging him to conversate, which he does. Over the next few hours we sit and talk about everything, mainly trying to describe the visuals and thoughts which we were experiencing/experienced. Seemingly able to sum the entire experience into a word or phrase, like 'you never know'! This was J's first time doing LSD by the way. My first time candyflipping and also doing 5-meo-mipt (alone or in combination). All of my experiences with LSD were never in this high of a dose and alwayz lsd by itself. MDMA and MDA were combined with mushrooms a couple times quite beautifully.

This experience for me was an amazing voyage, one that required nothing but the company of some good friends. I'll never know what 5-speed is like until I try it solo, as of now I have no opinion. However, I can say it isn't bad. There was actually no time that things were scary, or in any way bad. I've had a few bad trips and this time a bad trip didn't even seem possible. My friend J had a period of time he considers a bad trip however. I found myself more comfortable than normal with the mindfuck of the lsd, normally 'mindfuck' kinda made me feel like I was losing my mind or was actually stuck in that mental state. My best guess is that the 5-speed if anything helped me keep it positive mentally while slightly adding to the psychedelic rather than visual aspects of the experience. The MDMA was really good but could have been better if done first maybe in combination with 5-speed. The acid trip was mindblowing in retrospect, I had never seen the effects of LSD at that high of a dose and to be able to mix it with some other wonderful substances was icing on the cake!

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 34071

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 8, 2005	Views: 16,233

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