		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 Pharms - Clonazepam

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 oral
		 Alcohol

		 oral
		 Methallylescaline
		 (powder / crystals)

		 3 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

I was at a party with my trusted friend M and before he had came and picked me up I had taken seven or ten milligrams of Clonazepam.

The reason for this party was that it was the last day that my cousin E was going to be living at his Dad's before moving out. So of course, to celebrate, what else do we do other than have a good drunk lousy night? I had already began to feel the effects of the clonazepam before we arrived and I was feeling 'normal' more social as I have a high tolerance to benzodiazepines. After a while of drinking, smoking, and talking my friend M motions me to come over to him.

'Hey man, want to put this drug inside you? Haha,' I smile at him, drunkenly, 'Of course I would love to. what is this drug called and what does it do?' He told me it was methallylescaline, a test chemical with a feel between molly and mescaline. I was wary of the drug telling him I had doubts about it. He quickly reassured me letting me know that he himself, and others had taken it and were on it currently. He also told me I didnt have to 'accept the free drugs' he was giving me if I didnt want to.

Of course, this made me want to ingest it more. So I did, he cut a threshold dosage of the strange chemical and put it on the surface of a book. It looked like cut cocaine, but yellow-ish in color. He had told me to only take it orally though, not to snort it because it was crystalline so I slid my tongue across the surface collecting all methallylescaline of the top and gulping its pharmaceutical taste down with a swig of beer.

I have extreme social anxiety, often, but after a while when the methallylescaline began to start working I felt hysterical. Laughing at every human folly present in the room. I noticed a girl, in the corner of my cousins room. She was alone (she was alone but not lonely looking), but was evidently really interested in the book she was reading. 'God' forbid I ever begin a conversation with a cute girl sober. I walk over and crouch right next to her and ask what she's reading. She smiles at me, obviously pleased with my interest. She begins explaining she was just skimming over poems. She reads a few select to me, they made me want to cry. The words were so heavy. So real, I could feel them, they gave me goosebumps. I found all of them delightful and amusing at the same time though. Talking to that girl about poetry (I, being a reader myself) felt extremely content with the fact that she, and poetry existed.

As it begins to get late my mom calls me and asks if I need a ride. Arriving with my friend M I asked him if he wanted to leave (Everyone was passing out by this point even though it was only about seven o'clock) He said yes, he had things to do tomorrow Saturday. On the ride home I felt happy and sleepy, I had put in my favorite black flag album and just mostly had on and off conversations with my mother and friend. This is when I recall during my fucked up escapade at my cousin's house I had bought 3 hits of acid off of my friend R. I felt them in my pocket, protected by a small thin layer of aluminum foil.

My friend was dropped off, I was home, and the drugs I had taken that day began to wore off. Surprisingly the methallylescaline had no hangover-like effects afterwards. I went home, put on a boring movie and fell asleep peacefully. (best sleep ever)

When I woke up I remembered the three hits I had in my pants pocket. I was overly excited to trip that day (alone because both friends I had wanted to be sitters or partake could not make it to my house) so I immediately got up and got fully dressed for it was heavy winter and I had planned to go to one of my favorite  places, the woods. I read a few trip reports and blared some music while I packed my backback with blankets, water, headphones, a snack, and a good book, as well as my phone and some really tasty djrum clove cigars. I took two hits initially and decided to take the third while peaking. I had done acid before, but only one hit so I did this to 'test the waters' Which I shouldnt really do with acid I know, but at the moment...No fucks were given.

I tell my mother I am leaving and I'll be back soon I give her a kiss goodbye and walk out the door dressed just enough to fight off the cold. Everywhere I looked. Snow. Dead trees. It was already beautiful enough on it's on that day. I start playing Portugal. The Man's album Satanic satanist and begin walking towards the secretive trail in my woods having to lift my foot nearly a feet off of the ground to make it to the entrance through the snow.

I felt very drunk and stoned, as well as lucid. I continued on walking. The snow in the woods was no longer very tall. the trees had protected the paths and made them somewhat clear. I went to one of my favorite spots running like a wild man. It felt so good to breathe and to feel my heartbeat as I ran. I stopped peering over the edge of a wall of dirt I used to call the cliff as a child. It had a running creek beneath it that caused it to form. I sat and I just stared at the water Playing tricks with my eyes. I felt as though the tree sunken underneath the water was going to rise any minute now. The snow beneath me was not cold. underneath it looked as though I was standing on top of snow covered ice masquerading an underwater current.

I crouched down and pressed the surface of the ground and I could see and feel water leaking out of cracks of ice. this amused me. very much. I would jump all around watching the 'water' under the ice seep through the cracks I had made. I can't remember very much afterwards. So many thoughts. I loved hallucinogens, but the thought racing always made me hesitant to ingest them. I figured I had circled the woods twice, somehow replaying every song I listened to initially again in the same order. It was as if I lost my mind in a time loop. I felt like a wandering homeless man. I decided it was time to turn back. I headed deeper into the woods towards a bridge I often frequent to get back to a road so I could walk home faster. On my walk back the side of the road and the actual road were separated by great length and waving and it was very hard to maintain balance and normality in my strides. Cars were slower than usually and I could feel the stares from many drivers as I walked towards my house (This being a road leading to an interstate) I couldnt wait to get back home and do something interesting that would play with my senses.

Walking back, a cop pulled next to me and told me that a few people had called in and said a suspicious person was walking near their house. His face (typical cop, typical cop stache) was growing larger and smaller coming at me and receding and so were the frames of his driver seat window. I told him nonchalantly, 'Of course I look suspicious I've been walking these roads with a backpack on and a bandanna on my face to keep the wind.' He replied, 'Oh yeah of course well see you later now,' 'Have a nice day!,' I replied with a fake smile as he drove off. I was angry, yet so thrilled I did not have to come in contact with anymore  officers. It almost enraged me. It made me feel robbed of my privacy and rights. I thought 'What? Can people not fucking walk around anymore in un-designated areas? Fucking Cop, Pig, Bitch.'

Such rude thoughts made me happy. As I got back home I decided to cut through a cornfield to avoid sight and the road since I was now beginning to trip really heavily.

As soon as I arrived home my mom was outside taking my two puppy huskies outside. I was more than happy to take them off her hands. They were so cute it made my brain feel like it was taking a warm bath. Like the girl interested in poetry I was also glad that cute animals existed.

I went inside afterwards exclaiming to my mom that nothing really matters and I was laughing hysterically. I told her she should have dropped acid with me and she just laughed at me and said to go to my room. I told her I didnt want to. The confined space. I told her I wanted to talk to her. She was laughing (My mom having done this before a lot and also being open minded about drug usage and is an advocate for marijuana and also very trusting of me). She told me she loved me and hugged me and it felt so good and correct. She said that it was about to get a lot more intense though and I needed to be somewhere away from my Father

She said that it was about to get a lot more intense though and I needed to be somewhere away from my Father

 (Head of the house, bible thumper, hypocrite type o' man). So she called my dear friend M and had him pick me up. Everything felt as though it was 'Going according to plan' I gave him a hug when I saw him and and just simply said hello and off we drove, talking like normal. He didnt know I was tripping so he was planning to take me to a party at his friends.

Staring out the window of the car watching the clouds play with themselves I really didnt even think much of it at all. We went back to my cousin E's house and picked him and his friend R up to accompany with us. We stopped to get some food at Taco Bell and as I went inside I immediately felt kind of sick and like I didnt belong so I went outside to smoke a djrum clove cigar. It tasted wonderful and smoking was so pleasurable, it felt nice to get away from the interiors of taco bell and the people within it. I watched the traffic from afar on the main road. All the cars driving back and forth were so boring so...stupid looking. Like a majority of monkeys driving 2,000 lb machines of death. We left to continue towards the party something I had completely (constantly) kept forgetting about. It was also the super bowl (the reason for the party) which everyone seemed to remember during through intervals as well.

Looking out the window watching the clouds I began to feel extremely intense. Anthony Green's song Dear Child I've Been dying To Reach You was blasted in my friends car and I was peaking HARD. I had to grip the seats of the car as if I were on a rollercoaster. The roads ahead would break off into different roads like they were from different areas of the worlds. One tall and snowy the other low, dusty, desert like, used. My friend would always follow these roads though. To him he was just simply driving, To me he was some sort of rock I was holding on to that knew exactly what was happening and why. I felt like something big was going to happen. Like a nuclear weapon was going to set off and we were all going to die. If we did I thought to myself many times I would be perfectly okay with it. Still peaking, He put in a  Tchaikovsky cd and it got REALLY INTENSE I felt every movement of the song. Like first, beautiful calm, then BAM war tunes! Battles! The clouds were changing to the musics emotion! It was INCREDIBLE. I saw vines grow back and forth on trees and the ground and I saw Snow cover the land and then recede. It left me speechless.

We arrived at the party, Bam, OPEN.

Door opens. A cute girl greets me and hugs me and I realize how disparate I appear and that I had mud and snow on my clothes and a crazy look in my eye. Everyone was staring at me. I just walked over to the corner of the room and set my backpack and shoes down and took a seat. Everyone there was drunk and high and watching them was strange. I felt like a wallflower not really interacting with anyone. What could I possibly say anyways? 'Yeah man I'm fucked up on some L right now, good shit,' No I actually was really coherent when talking to people. I myself, am an awkward person and to have to be social is terrible, and being social on the most acid I've ever ingested was even worse, but I got over it and I feel as though its helped my anxiety today... Anyways as I was there I had super man lungs and enjoyed everyones ridiculous conversations. Every time I was offered pot I would clear the owners bong at least four or five times in a row everytime it came round to me, but I could not get high at all off of the weed.

There was a girl there dressed as a 1920's esque prostitute and she showed everyone her ass. I didnt want to look though I was indifferent to most of everything at the party. There was a girl there though. She looked so insecure. she had really big eyes and was unbearably cute...I fell in love with her. Well I  actually didnt, but I looked into her eyes and felt like I did. It felt so good. I went out to their balcony for a smoke as I did not want to socialize or drink. She came outside and talked to me briefly. She didnt know I was on L, but I made her laugh a lot and it made me really happy. As everyone was passing out I couldnt sleep and she gave me a pillow and for the rest of the time until my cousin woke up for the drive home I laid awake half tripping playing with my faded tracers listening to music.

My LSD experience was speechless. It was beautiful. It was a good clean memorable trip. I'll do acid soon again and have a little more fun knowing what to expect at higher doses.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 102589

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Dec 2, 2016	Views: 3,281

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Methallylescaline (586), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (daily)

		 smoked
		 Tobacco

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 smoked
		 DMT

		 1 hit
		 buccal
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

When my payday came around, I decided to do something different than my usual routine, which was getting stoned and occasionally rolling on molly. So, after work I picked up some pretty good quality regular weed and 3 hits of DMT.

I had planned on doing the DMT with a friend in a soccer field by a river (a very peaceful spot and a favorite for drugs), but he didnt get off work til past 1am. I was impatient, so I decided to take my hit.

I loaded the yellowish-white powder on top of a bowl of weed and set up a pool chair in the backyard so I would have a good view of the sky. I lit the bowl and tried to get as much of the powder as possible and held the hit for as long as I could. When it hit me, I laid back and closed my eyes. I saw beautiful patterns and colors, much better than my previous DMT trips, but it seemed like something was blocking me from really entering another world. This was probly because my brother and his friends decided it would be cool to watch someone trip on DMT even though I repeatedly said I did NOT want an audience.

Later that night, I was smoking blunts with a friend/dealer of mine, and I told him about my trip. He offered me a free hit of acid straight from the vial and I accepted. I was a little nervous since I had never done acid and my last 2 shroom trips were terrifying, but I let him drop it on my gum and popped it into my mouth anyway.

In about 30 minutes I could definitely feel the acid and my nervously turned into excited curiosity. Colors seemed brighter and more detailed, my body felt very light, and I was loving the tracers I was getting.

I got back home and noticed everyone else had gone to bed. I didnt really care, I had never tripped alone and it seemed like a relaxing experience. After I smoked another blunt to myself, I noticed I was getting slight color distortion and better tracers, but after about 2 hours nothing really increased. I played some Skyrim, which was trippy and intense as fuck, but grew annoyed at the lack of intensity I was expecting. I decided to smoke some more DMT.

I loaded a roach into the pipe (I was out of fresh weed sadly) and topped it with LESS THAN A 3RD OF A HIT OF DMT. I went back out to my chair in the back and hit the DMT. As soon as I inhaled, I knew I was in for something. The acid feeling quickly intensified as I felt the flood of DMT rushing to my brain. Things got very intense and visual, more OEVs than DMT usually produces. As I exhaled, I prayed to God thanking him for the beautiful trip I was having. After I said the prayer, I heard myself say 'I AM MY OWN GOD' for no obvious reason at all. This is what fucked me. As soon as that came out of my lips, everything started to disappear. My reality was turning into NOTHING right before my eyes. I sat up and tried to shake the nothingness and my vision returned. But what I saw wasnt the pretty night sky and my familiar backyard, it was an angry world that I was not supposed to be on. I saw God's hands come down from the sky, literally wiping away everything I knew as reality. I felt as though God was telling me 'If you think are your own God than this is my reality! Where is your reality!?' I got up and ran into the house and tried to wake my friend, who was also an amateur psychonaut. He didnt wake up but I was feeling the DMT wearing off so I sat down and tried to play more Skyrim to calm myself down.

When I felt like I returned to reality, the effects of the acid was amplified very much so. I thought about what I had just experienced and actually trembled and teared up. I had been having mixed feelings about religion lately, (thinking more of a 'God is what you make it' thing than traditional religion) and I feel like God was telling me that I was WAY off. Remember the acid wasnt very strong and it was a very small amount of DMT.

I tripped on the acid for the rest of the night, falling asleep around 5am. The next day I took another hit of the same acid with my friend, who took 2 straight to the tongue. I convinced him to hit DMT while peaking from his acid and he did, taking a much larger hit than I did. He said it was the most intensely beautiful thing he had ever experienced but didnt report anything close to what happened to me the night before even though he was on twice as much acid and took a much larger hit of DMT.

This was the most powerful trip I have ever had. I have a new respect for DMT and a new curiosity about LSD. I learned that psychedelics can be very helpful and healing to the mind and I intend to take what I learned seriously.

Before this trip, my psychedelic experience includes mushrooms, DMT, salvia, LSA, and ecstasy (heroin, speed, and meth based tabs, MDMA and MDA 'mollys') as well as being a daily marijuana smoker. I had also experimented with synthetic cannabis, kratom and had a summer full of vyvanse, alcohol, and 'lean.'

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 97667

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Mar 8, 2017	Views: 2,171

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LSD (2), DMT (18) : Mystical Experiences (9), Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 1 drop
		 ocular
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

Walking down dimly lit streets up to our dealer's appartment we rendezvous with a group of people who were heading to the same appartment, for the same reasons. Business is booming in the wonderfuck world of acid, I suppose?

So were sittin in the dealers living room with some of his friends, hitting the bong, waiting for him to lead us into his kitchen to complete our purchase. Finally he does and my buddy M takes a drop as the dealer tells us how he enjoys taking the drop to his eye? The way he explained it, I could tell he wanted to perform it on one of us, yet neither of my friends were willing and I was moneyless. My other friend J just buys his tab to save and JUST before departing J asks me 'hey man, I'll buy you a drop if you want one?'

As soon as the sentence kissed my ears I knew what had to be done. I looked that dealer straight in the face and said 'fuck it, gimme a drop to the eye.' His eyes lit up like a kid on christmas morning as he dribbled a bit right on my Eyeball. I knew he was begging for someone to take his challenged. It burned a bit and as my eye watered he had my wipe up my acid tears and eat them for full effect... OH. DAMN.

20 minutes after dosing: felt 'stoned' no visuals but could definitely feel more than just the weed at this point.

45 minutes: visual distortion, check. High off my acid ass, check. Uppity speedy feeling, check. I was well on my way, though at this point I thought it wasnt going to get much more intense for it had almost been a full hour and I wasnt feeling TOO trippy... Alas, I was wrong.

1 hour: dear lord am I high! We smoked before heading into my friend Cs house (he was our sitter along with J). But this high was much more than the bongsmoke could get me. Things are shifty and vibrating and I am finally at a level well worth taking a hit to the dome. But it didnt stop there, I was still heading straight up to the peak!

1.5-2 hours: drawing was very difficult as the lines I drew kept shifting around, making it difficult to add on to my artwork, M was in his own world, listening to music and zoning out. This is when I knew I'd peaked. A face was smirking at me from the corners of the room and occasionally it would jump out and float around, on its teeth 'AcidAcidAcid' was written across in purple lettering. The face would change into different people I knew and sometimes even me, always keeping that same, malevolent smirk. Walls took on the consistancy of jello and I could see every single blue, purple and green vein in my arm when I looked at it long enough. Wtf you doin cid?

3 hours after dosing: it was now about 2am and my trip showed no signs of letting up, save the occasional drop in intensity

3 hours after dosing: it was now about 2am and my trip showed no signs of letting up, save the occasional drop in intensity

, its almost as if my brain is taking a break from the madness, I've come to enjoy the drops almost as much as the peaks. I layed across the floor with my eyes closed, experiencing visions. Me and M concluded that acid was able to delve into the deep, egoless depths of the human imagination. Virtually an imaginitive playground of potential. My visions had no bias, I went from falling down a tunnel of skulls to witnessing devils and angels fighting for control of the heavens. At one point I witnessed an image that inspired a drawing of mine, it was a silhouette of me blowing smoke, the smoke covered my face and in the smoke you could see eyes and mouths that made up a rather creepy version of my face. I experienced kaleidoscopes, tunnels, and other such images. Auditory hallucinations were also creeping in as whispers. It felt as if someone was whispering sorts of acid propaganda into my skull? I got a laugh at the creepy vibe.

5 hours after dosing: 4am and I can finally say it's letting up. Me and M are laying on Cs floor in a dark room. I enjoyed tripping in the dark on 2C-P, as I felt it coaxed out the more realistic, mescaline side of the visuals, yet on acid it lacked vibrance; but Cid never fails to entertain. We spoke nonsense and laughed through the night. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom and as I reentered the room my vision tunneled into complete darkness for a good 30 seconds! In knew it wasn't my eyes adjusting to The darkness because as it happened I was looking down, watching where I stepped and my friend's computer charger's LED light was in the center of my field of vision and it simply disappeared... Craziness!

8 hours: I'm pretty close to sleep and coming down, finally. The dealer told me dropping in the eye makes for a more intense peak but doesn't last quite as long. I'd say that's pretty damn accurate. And as I reflect on my trip I picked up on how illusive and spontaneous acid is. Infinite potential. Normally my trips carry a theme to me but acid was all over the damn place. From controversial propaganda to religious visions of death and glory. My first trip on LSD came up very disappointing. It just seemed visually and spiritually bare. This experience let me in on a bit of his true power.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 94191

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Mar 8, 2017	Views: 1,796

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I can't find any info anywhere to help me out with reoccurring symptoms with LSD as well as psilocybin.

To give an idea, no other substances have been mixed beforehand and water/food is plenty, especially the last few times the symptoms were experienced.

Brief explanation of symptoms:

    Runny nose (usually down throat instead of of external)

    Watery eyes (steady streams)

    Paralyzing/numbing sensation on right side of face - usually starting at sinuses, continuing throughout the cheek down to underneath the jaw line to underneath the ear lobe and throughout the right side of neck.

    Skin sagging (seeming to be loosening of tissues - skin tautness is almost none existent, very stretchy skin)

    Grey tone of skin

    Skin touch sensitivity almost non-existent, seems numb all over

    Drying of skin (regardless of how much water intake: 40oz - 1gal)

    Muscle displacement (biceps higher or lower or in a bunch compared to normal placement)

    Bloating in the higher abdominal area, diaphragm/stomach area

    Slight diarrhea (though no signs of nausea or dizziness or general sick stomach)

    Blemishes that are normally skin tone become red and much more apparent than normal daily appearance.

    Lips become darker (almost as if veins/capillaries are shown through the lip tissue)

    Hives from normal skin allergies flare up much more than everyday symptoms (couple different types of existing Urticaria - pressure, sweat, and metal allergies)

    These symptoms last from 3-5 hours

Research done last night found that both LSD and psilocybin cause histamine release. There are already significant sensitivities to histamine release in my body normally which leads to believe that this is the issue but there is absolutely no clear defined info to be found to counteract the symptoms caused with LSD and psilocybin in the system.

At first experience with these symptoms, water was taken to hopefully relieve a possible dehydration issue. This is definitely not the issue considering how much water was used to counteract at last experience.

tl;dr: Possible histamine reaction to both LSD and psilocybin (in different settings, months apart). This is not a dehydration issue.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 95720

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Mar 25, 2017	Views: 2,882

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Health Problems (27), Unknown Context (20)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

For the last half year I have been using psychedelics more so than I have in any part of my life. Which led me to find out about DOM. Boy was this intriguing. Half because of the long duration of it, half because my own name is Dom. Now the last reason isn’t too good a reason to try any research chemicals, but after doing as much research as my mind could hold, I decided it was one of the safer RC’s I could try. So after finding some of the best DOM I could fine, I was just waiting for the right time to do it. Along came yesterday when one of my buddies came over, wanting to trip.

10:00am - Now originally I was going to just take a 2.5mg tab of DOM which I took at exactly 10:00am, but I ended up deciding on 5mg. I tried to put it under my tongue like a regular tab of LSD but come to find it's super bittery and metallic which makes me try to swallow it right away. I didn’t crumple them in my mouth at all which cause them to get lodged in my throat right before my stomach. This irritation caused me to throw up just a tiny bit which worried me, thinking the tabs might've came out. I ended up calling my buddy after this to see if he wanted to come over when he told me that he wanted to trip along with me when I told him I just took some DOM.

10:45am - Starting to feel that something is in my body, very slight psy effect.

11:30-45am - My friend arrives and at this point I’m definitely starting to feel the effects and get very slight visuals, but I would say I was only at a ¼ to the peak. Originally my friend was going to just trip on LSD. But then we both had the stupendous idea to trip on both 5mg of DOM and LSD and compare the buildups because he would hit the peak of DOM after the peak of LSD and I would be hitting both peaks around the same time.

12:00pm - I take my 150ug tab of 99.8% pure “sacred geometry” LSD and he takes his 5mg of DOM and and his tab of 250ug.

12:15-1:00pm - One of my roommates called me upstairs to discuss some matters about our house, which, boy was I lucky it happened before I hit peak because I would’ve never been able to follow any of the conversation that was had. It was snowing at this point pretty bad so I decided to get a head start on shoveling the driveway. This was a weird and fun experience, definitely the most fun I’ve had shoveling ever. The visuals were starting to get slightly more intense as I was seeing bunches of spiderweb looking fractals in every shovel of snow I grabbed. Pretty soon I got pretty sweaty and hot and decided to give up on just half the driveway because my clothes were practically drenched from the falling wet snow and from sweat.

1:30pm - I get back inside and in dry clothes and start talking to my friend about my shoveling experience. Halfway through telling him about it and just shooting of ideas and thoughts, he tells me he’s starting to feel nauseous. I go to grab him my garbage can and seconds after I give it to him he spews out what little contents were in his stomach. But boy did it sound bad. I wouldn’t be surprised of my roommate who lives 2 levels heard it! But immediately after letting it all out, he says he feels so much better.

2:00-4:00pm - After talking for a bit we decide to venture off on our own little adventures, so I shut off the lights, plug in some multicolored christmas lights, put on my headphones and listen to my trip playlist. Music is more wonderful than I’ve ever heard on any other psychedelics and I would say almost better than MDMA! I can feel the bass flow through my body from my ears to my toes and am trying to visualize every song I hear. Now usually I don’t get too hard of visuals on any psychedelic I’ve tried, except for DMT haha, but this was different. I was seeing tribal patterns all over my skin, the diagonal patterns on my couch were not only flowing, but spreading out onto the flow almost like a movie depicts a trip being. I LOVED it.

4:00-4:30pm - Try to play some Halo 5, do pretty badly of course, but man was that a trip. Anytime I would move the stick to adjust my aim the whole TV screen became a series of tracers, which was goddamn amazing.

4:30pm-1:30am - We try holding a conversation many times and talking about what we were experiencing but this is a huge struggle. Almost all of the conversations ended in either “I don’t know” “shit!” and “what did you say again? I forgot” also tried watching some things on netflix and smoked a couple bowls off and on.

1:30am - My buddy heads home and I head to bed for the night

All in all, we both say this is by far the best trip we’ve both ever had the pleasure to experience. Never once can I remember a bad point of the trip, which is very rare to happen for me. I can’t wait till the next time I try DOM because I already feel a special love for this beautiful drug, alongside DMT and mescaline. Thank you all for your time and hope you enjoyed the read!

Just a side note, had alprazolam readily available in case either of us couldn’t handle our trips.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 109819

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Apr 12, 2017	Views: 3,348

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DOM (20), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

I took my 175ug tab at 10:15 pm. I was sitting on a chair on the back porch surrounded by my old pals that I hadn't seen in months. I let the tab sit under my tongue and swallow it after about 15 minutes. I thought swallowing the tab could decrease the intensity if this were a dose I couldn't handle. (I was probably wrong but I felt safer this way).

I just sit and watch my bud play DJ hero and have some laughs. After about 35 minutes I find myself on the ground mesmerized by the carpet. I notice the fabric move around almost like worms (take with a grain of salt).

Now I'm an hour in, and I head outside for a cigarette. I'm starting to come to terms with how the chemical feels. I lay on the ground with music on and watch the stars slightly fall before me. I head inside and just chill while they watch videos and smoke dabs. Though I know trip sitters should be sober, I made this exception, seeing as I too had taken just 2 small dabs. The feeling now was almost strictly bodily, like I was completely sunk into my comfy chair. I make small talk with my close friend's brother. I have one more smoke and head into my friends basement at 3am.

I get behind his piano and fiddle around, really try to get my pent up music energy out. At this point I understand this 'at home' feeling I've read about. Every other moment feels welcoming, like a new perspective has brought me warm hospitality. Now close to 4am I lay on the couch in my friends basement while he rest on the couch a few feet away. I put on some of my favorite music including bedroom pop like Starry Cat and some Explosions In The Sky. Visually, I found myself lost in the album covers on the tv screen. It was like one still frame was a whole psychedelic masterpiece. if I notice a certain pattern, it tends to be repeated and repeated. I can somewhat control where my visuals take me.

I learned a lot of information on acid. Lots of answers to questions without thinking too hard, answers seem to roll off my head. Like art. Art was one of the most important realizations during this trip. I realized that life was created somehow, just as art is, simply created, making universal consciousness art itself. I realize that the mind is the most sincere form of art.

Another effect from the trip was out of control bodily movements. I lay on the couch for hours letting my mind shut off the best it can and my arm moves high across my cold face. I tend to be moving and rubbing my clothes a lot. This movement keeps me grounded throughout the duration of my experience. This lead me to become connected to the universal pulse that moves within us, in our hearts. The music playing from the TV definitely amplified this 'pulse' idea. For awhile I trick myself into thinking if I wasn't moving I'd have bad thoughts, though this subsides.  Other visual aspects included staring at the little specs and glares on the sink and having them completely cover my visual field. On the couch I trace and draw on the fabric for over an hour, with the light from the TV shading the room, while crib mobiles hang from the ceiling.

The hours that followed were somewhat zombie-like. I presumed this to be the 'comedown'.  I woke up my friend to ask if I could go watch the sun rise on his back porch. The screen doors were left open so I was welcomed with fresh air and a chilly temperature. I wander around viewing the rising sun and just explore around in his backyard. I head back inside and wrap a big blanket around me on the couch. I let the hours pass as I feel a bit burned out and sweaty, fairly aware of my altered mindset. I concluded that Acid can really hurt my brain if I try to gain control, it's like my conscious will try to push Lucy out of the driver's seat and it will disturb her greatly. Every time I thought 'I'm on acid right now?! I didn't really need to do this did I!?' I'd feel a pinch in my brain and readjust myself.

This substance is made for people who can easily watch life go by without worrying or putting in maximum conscious effort. I see now why meditation is an important skill to have. Overall this was a pleasant and somewhat enlightening experience. Though the comedown the day after is difficult to overcome. Still slight feelings of disconnection and numbness but definitely a more open mind and a better acceptance of my outer and inner universe; especially now after puffing some grass.

I plan on using this substance only few times in my life, because now I'm aware of the beneficial yet overwhelming at times chemical.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110268

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Apr 14, 2017	Views: 1,383

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This experience happened about 4 months ago. I had only tripped on LSD twice, both times around 2 tabs worth, so I was still pretty inexperienced with psychedelics at the time. My roommate on the other hand has dropped dozens of times with absurd amounts. I believe the most he took at one time was around 1400ug. I'll refer to him as M. We both got a little more than we were asking for.

It was a Monday night at my home and my roommate had picked up some LSD tabs from a pretty reliable source. He cut roughly 3/4 of a tab and tested it with a reagent kit to ensure it was legitimate, and then ate it. He asked if I wanted a tab, and I said no at first as it was a Monday night and I had classes the next day. After about 20 minutes, I thought about it again and decided to take it, since I wasn't sure when the next time I was going to have an opportunity to drop again.

Both me and my roommate sat in the living room waiting for the come-up. Maybe 20 minutes after taking the tab, M looks at me and says “I've never tripped so hard in my life!”. At first I thought he was joking. He hadn't even taken a full tab, and I assumed it probably lost a lot of potency with the reagent kit. He then goes into his room, and I turn on the song Echoes by Pink Floyd. At some point during the song, I started getting extremely intense visuals. The wrinkles in my jeans suddenly turned into a wavy ocean. I was both amazed by how a substance could do something like that, but also fucking terrified. I only had gotten tracers and some mild movement on my 2 previous acid trips. The music was able to keep me calm for a while, as it is my favorite song of all time. If you've ever heard echoes, you'd know that it gets extremely dark right in the middle for about 4 minutes. This is when things started to get really crazy. The whole room went dark and began changing shapes; the walls were warping and I started trying to hold on to anything that I could use as a reference to real life.

I eventually had enough intellect to turn the song off.

I eventually had enough intellect to turn the song off.

 At that point the vibe became a lot brighter, but not any less intense. I eventually went to my roommate's room hoping that some company would help me keep some sort of grip on reality, but it really didn't help at all. Every time I looked at him, I saw dozens of rainbow fractal versions of his face, but they weren't really visual. It's almost like I was halfway in my head dreaming about this, but still seeing it at the same time.

I then lost touch with reality completely. I have no idea how far in the trip this occurred, as I had the thought process of a 2 year old at that point. If I wanted to fly to another part of the room, I could do it. I would be lying on the couch, but in my mind it was an extremely vivid feeling of flying to the other part of the room. My thoughts and imagination were differentiable. I honestly thought I permanently went insane.

I started to finally get a grip on reality again after some time. I started remembering things from my physics class, and I knew that laws of physics can only exist in the physical world. At first, I lifted my hand up and let gravity take it down. I slowly started to establish what was real and what wasn't real. I started feeling the couch, recognizing that it was a physical thing and not something I made up in my head. This went on for a while until I was completely grounded again. I still had intense visuals, such as seeing shifting in brick walls and objects warping, and this actually went on through the next day. M said the same thing as well.

I've tripped multiple times after this, with my highest dose being ~350ug, and that trip didn't even come close to the intensity of this one. I asked other people that had taken the same batch, and they all had similar experiences from just 1 tab. Moral of the story- don't underestimate 1 tab. It could be VERY overlaid.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 108662

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Apr 17, 2017	Views: 1,790

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LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 Vitamins / Supplements

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

Bout my 30th time doing acid, never had any bad reactions before (few bad trips, but I consider myself pretty experienced).

Last night I dose (about 200 micrograms), wait about 2 maybe 3 hours, and find myself very twitchy and unable to relax.  The acid seemed very pure and did what I expected it to do, however my body was being utterly uncooperative; I was extremely twitchy and weak in all my muscles, I could hardly grip with a third the strength I normally could, and I legitimately had to try to stay conscious. I got heat flashes and extreme dizziness and almost passed out a couple handfuls of times.  This was bad about the 3rd to the 5 maybe 6th hour of my trip, then I just felt weird and lightheaded until I went to bed, about 10 to 12 hours later.

I had plenty of water that night, ate a well-balanced meal, and even took vitamins to ensure that wasn't the problem.  Also I showered and laid down for an hour, neither helped me out of this feeling.  I woke up this morning a tad weird, and after a meal and shower I was perfect again.  No symptoms all day long.  I am soo weirded out.  Going to a hospital tomorrow to get checked out.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 97947

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Apr 20, 2017	Views: 1,465

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   7 st

Over the past three years I have experimented with various drugs but only delved into the world of acid this year.

My first ever experience with acid was fairly tame as I think the tab was not very potent but I felt very euphoric and had good visuals.

It wasn't until my second acid trip that I truly felt the power of this crazy paper magic. I dropped the tab with two friends around 7pm summer time so it was still going to be light for several hours however I anticipated that I would want to stay inside so we chilled in my friend's bedroom. Almost as soon as the effects kicked in around 30 minutes later I felt an immediate need to go outside. Only one of my friends wanted to join me so we went for a walk and this was absolutely amazing. Everything danced and formed patterns, I felt elated and mesmerised by all the colours I could see over everything and the earth looked as though it was breathing.

Things stayed pleasant and amazing for a while until we returned home. My friend's house is filled wit ornaments, toys and crazy wallpaper which all wriggled and changed colours. Being inside at this point was very overwhelming and I had to leave again. We all went outside and things started to get weird. I slowly began forgetting who I was, where I lived, what I do in life, what me and my friends were doing and I was obsessed with knowing where we going even when we had chosen to sit and relax.

I forgot I was on acid, I felt like the same people kept passing us as we sat on a park bench and I struggled to see if things were really close or really far away. I knew something was weird but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I felt like I was in some dreamy state, I couldn't talk and I couldn't really get my head around what other people were saying. I could understand each individual word but the whole sentence sounded like jibberish.

It was actually quite stressful and overwhelming until I finally remembered we were on a drug

It was actually quite stressful and overwhelming until I finally remembered we were on a drug

 and that this crazy weird feeling would stop and suddenly my trip returned to being blissfully happy and entertaining.

As I started coming down I took a second tab and went home. In my room, I listened to music and laid in the dark with my eyes closed enjoying the closed-eye visuals but annoyingly I fell asleep about 3 hours later. I don't really know how, I just suddenly woke up in the morning and felt like I had wasted the tab as I barely reached the second peak!

I have done acid a few times since but have yet to experience any spiritual awakening or reach any great epiphanies which was my main goal in doing acid but I think I will try two tabs in the future.

From my experiences, bad trips are easy to trigger but equally easy to avoid and easy and easy to turn around. I think I just needed to do it a couple times to be able to know what to expect and how to control a seemingly out of control experience!

I am planning on doing LSA Morning Glory seeds soon for a second time and LSD in the near future.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109057

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: May 29, 2017	Views: 1,532

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LSD (2) : General (1), Retrospective / Summary (11), Various (28)


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

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 7:00
		 1 capsl
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Opium

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:00
		 3
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

	On October 25, 2008 I took my second acid trip, I also took a variety of other drugs throughout the day and night. Today is Thursday, October 30 and I still feel like I have not completely returned to reality. I have been drinking and smoking marijuana since 8th grade but until college the only other drugs I had tried were adderall and a failed attempt at a morning glory trip. I tried acid quickly after getting to college and had a very positive first experience. I waited about a month before dropping acid again and decided to do it during the day before a very large party at my school. The party is gauged towards people rolling (on ecstasy) and I planned to take some later in the night once my trip was winding down. My school is small and the feeling on campus that day was one of building excitement. Most of the school was planning on rolling that night so everyone was pumped and it made for a great atmosphere to be tripping in, lots of positive energy. I decided to trip with a friend, A, and three of her friends: E, M, and S. A and E were planning on trying 2-ce for the first time while E, S, and myself were each going to take one tab of acid.

	We all took our acid/2-ce at 3:00pm and sat around on M’s dorm room floor anxious for the drugs to start kicking in. Outside there were people setting up for the big party. Our friend L came by right after we dropped and starting drinking so she would be fucked up while we were tripping. After half an hour I started to feel a tingle up my spine and got excited because I knew I would be tripping soon. We went out on to M’s dorm balcony (her room is on the 2nd floor) where there were lots of plants and we could watch people walk by and set up for the party.

	An hour after dropping I was definitely starting to trip and I marveled at how beautiful the sky way. It was a perfect shade of blue and the clouds looked like the most gorgeous pastel landscape paintings. I knew I was really tripping when I started to see waves of colors, mostly oranges and purples, move across the sky. I had lost all sense of distance and looking down from the 2nd story I thought I could touch the ground. At this point A and I started looking at all the little plants in pots on the balcony. We got really into it and decided that we wanted to live on this one little cactus with tiny white balls instead of spikes. We also decided that if we went to live there we would want to take one of the other plants with us and we picked a really pretty green leafed plant with purple edges. After talking about plants A took out her iPhone and gave it to me to play around with one of the applications that changes the screen color when you touch it. After a few minutes I was so overwhelmed by the beauty of the colors and my ability to change them just by tapping the screen that I started to laugh and then cry with joy. Everyone came over to play a little and we all laughed until we cried.

	M and S decided that they wanted to go swimming and we all decided to go to the campus pool. When we got there we were tripping pretty hard and it was fairly obvious to the three other people at the pool. However they all started laughing hysterically and told us that they were tripping too. Everyone laughed about this for a long time and then spent a while talking about how nothing was more beautiful than the way the sun was hitting the pool. I laid back with my feet in the pool and admired the sky, I remember feeling extremely blissful and wishing I could go and walk on a cloud because I was still seeing them as landscapes in the sky. Nothing could ruin how incredible I felt even when one of my professors walked through the pool area while we were all face down on the concrete laughing uncontrollably.

	My campus is set on the water and it makes for the awesome sunsets on the waterfront. At 5:00pm we decided to walk down to the waterfront so we could watch the sunset. We always have to leave ourselves about 2 hours to get to the waterfront when we are tripping because its easy to get distracted by everything on the way there. I go to a very progressive hippie school and on saturdays everyone who is on drugs goes to see the sunset. This is so cool because when you get to the waterfront you get to hang with lots of people on drugs. When we finally got to the waterfront there were about twenty other people on acid hanging out. At this point we smoked some weed so that we would be tripping really hard for the sunset. I wish I could describe what I saw while the sun was setting but it was too overwhelming to put into words. After the sun had disappeared A and I spent a little while talking about numbers. We decided that eleven was a very round number and spent some time saying eleven over and over again.

	The sun had set and darkness was settling in so we decided to head back to the dorms. We had all sorts of conversations on the way although I don’t remember any specific one right now. We got back to the dorms around 8pm and people there were starting to drink and get in the party mood. We went back to M’s room and smoked some more weed but also smoked a little opium. This made me feel very relaxed and calmed down by acid filled mind. I also started to perceive things as dropping but I really  liked this and it did not last longer than 20 minutes. We went out to hang out with people for a while and nothing especially exciting happened until 10pm.

	At 10pm, seven hours after dropping, we decided that it was time to take our ecstasy. Most people on campus had taken theirs between 9 and 10 and were out and about starting to party. My friend who had not tripped came up to me when he started to roll and kept saying that he felt REALLY REALLY good. We kept just wandering around and hanging out until we really started to roll. At that point we went into the Techno Room at the party which was a crazy experience. People were raving everywhere and the lights were mesmerizing. Ecstasy just makes you feel really good and everything you do is really good and the only way I could describe the experience is that it was really good. Warm and fuzzy but with a desire to dance and fuck. Everything I touched was the greatest thing every. I was still tripping and seeing colors change and closed eye visuals.

	I went off with some other friends who were rolling to this girls room where we did whip-its. I cant describe the pleasure of lying down and being raved over right after doing a whip-it. We continued dancing in the Techno Room and wandering around until about 3am when we all started to feel like we were coming down from our roll a little bit. Then we smoked a lot of weed and when we got high it felt like we were rolling again so we enjoyed that for an hour or so. Finally it was time to come down and go to sleep. My come down lasted from 5am until 6:30am when I went to sleep. It was a very strange period of time. I felt like I was coming down from rolling, tripping, and being high all at the same time and it was disorienting and depressing. I stayed with my friends and they helped by being compassionate and talking about all the wonderful things that had happened in the last fifteen hours. Finally I passed out and slept very soundly.

	That was the most drugs I had ever done in a 24 hour period and I experienced almost every emotion. Although the come down was harsh the experience was positive and I learned a lot about myself. I hope to take some more acid this Saturday and sort out some of the things in my head that bothered me last Saturday. I felt clear headed on the MDMDA, and that I made better choices than I would have if I had been drinking.  I felt very in control of myself the whole time.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 74718

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 8, 2017	Views: 1,160

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


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

		   T+ 3:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 4:15
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:00
		 2 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

It was the week of my Spring Break during my junior year of college. Early in the week, I had stocked up on acid tabs purchased from a local bloke for $10 apiece; I had a nice one-tab experience on the Tuesday night that I bought them (despite getting comically lost in the “woods” briefly).  The experience in question, though, took place the Saturday of that same week, the penultimate day of my Spring Break, at home (do mind that I had been living at home with my folks and one of my best friends/roommate when this went down).  I awoke, ate breakfast, and did a few chores, then ate lunch as per usual. Around 15:00, I rather spontaneously decided to spend the rest of my day in a solo psychedelic meditation, huddled snugly in my bed with music and a pad of paper for drawing, and, as such, I took one tab of the seven or so I had left. Soon after I set the blotter in place under my tongue, my mom, having no idea I do psychedelics, let alone having just took a tab of acid, surprised me with the inescapable prospect of finally moving my roommate—whom I will refer to here as Mickey—into his own room, our guest bedroom. So, I, soon to be engulfed in the lysergic thrall, and not being able to refuse the request for assistance, accepted this challenge.

The onset was gradual, though short. Within an hour I was peaking. I recall sitting splayed-legged amidst a bedframe that was too small for the queen-sized box-spring, defeated—along with my mother, step-father, and Mickey—by this conundrum. I avoided eye-contact with each of them as my pupils were coals ousting the blue irises from my eyes—they had no idea what was going on in my head. My step-father eventually hammered out the ends of the bed frame to accommodate the box-springs. At that point, I began feeling the trip more intensely, as demonstrated by my insatiable need to stare aloof into the backyard where the colors of the foliage and bricks of other houses  were saturated with the wetness of 18-hours’ worth of rain. The whole scene was brilliant; the greens were exceptionally lush and fertile-looking, and the bricks were as blood. After helping Mickey move some more boxes in, I was finally able to retire to my contemplative solitude. Or so I thought.

The trip was not as strong as I would have liked, clearly a result of the tolerance that I acquired having done in five days prior. So I took another tab. At this point—around 18:00—I became aware, rather uncomfortably, that my mom was making dinner; again, an irrefutable obligation. Dinner being imminent, I swallowed the tab, because who wants to eat with a bitter amide dispersing throughout your mouth? Plus, I was unreasonably uneasy about the blotter somehow leaping out from under my tongue and blowing my cover! Shrimp over noodles with salad was the course of the meal, and I sat down rather excitedly as the idea of experiencing food-based synesthesia. But this never happened. Instead, I drenched the salad in honey Dijon mustard dressing, and scarfed it like a noobie stoner. I suddenly lost my appetite half-way through eating my shrimp and noodles, which got me paranoid, wondering if my sudden loss of appetite was suspicious. It also didn’t help that I got terribly, childishly excited talking about politics or movies or something—I can’t recall; the point is, the talons of lysergic paranoia dug slightly deeper as I waved a big red flag around. I felt uneasy and sought the solitary silence that was I was supposed to have been basking in all this time anyway; I fled to my room.

Circa 19:00 or so, my friend—to whom I will refer as Cooper, the Acosta to my Thompson (or vice-versa, it’s impossible to say because we’re both white and crazy)—hit up my phone, asking me if I wanted to chill. Naturally, I obliged because acid makes one overly impressionable. It was around this time that I noticed how utterly beautiful the colors in my room were. My red sheets were like fresh pussy, the multi-colored fractal carpet was like a saturated military fatigue, pulsing ever so slightly, and my golden, patriotic “Don’t Tread On Me” shirt was as fiery as the sun. The second tab was rushing on, and my skin because to feel electrified as it tends to do while on psychedelics. This made me slightly uneasy for a while, but finally Cooper showed up. So we stayed in my room, smoking the dankest medical bud from California, joking to the point it was like my whole body was bleeding elation itself from every pore; I recall being sprawled out on my bed, laughing myself to tears over some jokes that fail to be recollected (I can safely presume they were leftist humor / anti-Reagan [because fuck Reagan]). In the midst of our tearful lollygagging, we decided to shoot rude music videos for out god-awful noisecore side-project. This involved me fighting a knife-wielding Cooper with my bass guitar. (We have an odd tendency to pull knives on one another, or threaten each other with general corporeal harm while on psychedelic drugs.)

The rest of the night entailed a car-ride through town in the rain, which I found high enjoyable, more pot smoking, and various personal catharses. We ended up poring over Netflix-induced screenings of 'Videodrome' (great movie) and 'Tetsuo: The Bullet Man' (avoid at all costs). In sum, the day was odd as all fuck. If you haven’t engaged in various recreational and non-recreational activities with your family in the throes of psychedelia, I do recommend it, though be sure to conceal your black hole pupils and giddy infant laughter.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 95477

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Jul 10, 2017	Views: 1,391

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LSD (2) : General (1), Relationships (44), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   60 kg

I remember the first time this happened to me. It was a night of madness. We all ate the acid inside the house and waited for it to kick in. then we continued smoking marijuana like crazy, as we were doing before, the whole afternoon, and drinking beer, hanging out.

Man, it was the strongest trip everyone had ever had. As I was the most drug hungry, I took twice more than them. It was sometime at night already, and we were being very noisy with the music playing really loud and everyone screaming to talk to each other. The new sensations and thoughts we becoming more apparent and we perceived quickly that something was changing. We were all going mad. At some point I forgot I had taken the drug.

I went to the kitchen and became fascinated by Portuguese tiles on the wall! Oh my, were they beautiful! Patterns of interlocking rings of the most vivid blue, each one slowly turning, clockwise and counter-clockwise. My resting right hand melted against my forehead, and the Pink Floyd album playing on the background was my only reality. “What are these weird and exquisitely beautiful noises?!” I didn't even remember who they were, or that there was any way out of that sound. And that was just the first wave.

After that, my friend asked me to roll us a joint and I couldn't really recognize his face, only stare at it. It was so beautiful and expressive! Midway rolling the joint, I caught myself wondering where did that green thing come from and what was it for and why they were so eagerly waiting for it. I couldn't finish the joint and handed it away to my friend.

I felt the whole house we were in was alive. Everything breathed.  I had no concept of me. I had no idea who I was. I tried at some point to hang on to the memories or places or duties that were familiar to me, whatever I thought would made me, me, because I was terrified. All in vain. I was gone.

When we all went out the backyard to have the smoke, one of my friends commented that soon it would be the break of dawn. Only then, I realized time was split into daylight time and nighttime. I didn't even remember that! Then, my friend handed me some bread and I just stared at it. He said: Eat it! Do you know how to do it?!” Haha! I got a kick from it, because indeed I had forgot we human beings eat! And that reminded me that we are all animals.

So much had been experienced that I was getting exhausted of everything and was wondering a way out of that. All that existence. I thought, “Maybe if I sleep, I’ll be able to rest from all this...” But then I realized there’s no way out. Sleeping wouldn't satiate my need. I needed a break from existence.

Then we heard the cops siren! Everyone went crazy. We all started running nonsense and they shouted from the outside: “Stop right there!” Man, that was the rush of my life! So I froze right there at the corridor, totally frozen, and waited. One of my friends went up the stairs and saw through the balcony a police car and two cops arresting a shirtless man on the street. On our street. He came back and told everybody it was going to be okay, that they weren’t raiding the house and we wouldn’t go to jail or get killed.

After that, we chilled a bit, and I came down very fast. The sun shone and two of my friends went to the bake house and bought us all some orange juice and freshly baked bread for breakfast.

Fin.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 97458

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Jul 16, 2017	Views: 1,016

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


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

This trip happened at a huge music festival. This was my first time that I tripped really hard and it was overall a very positive experience. My and one of my friends took 2.5 hits at about 1 PM. We sat around and talked for about a half hour, and when we both started to feel some initial effects come on we started walking to the festival area. We decided to split up from the rest of our friends that were with us so we could be free to go off and adventure without being tied down to a big group.

By the time we got to the festival area we were both starting to feel very upbeat and giggly. After walking all the way there we sat in the grass near one of the stages and waited for the show to start while we checked out the schedule and planned our day. We cracked some jokes and were laughing really hard. When the show started, we went up to the front. The band was awesome and it felt great to move to the music.

After a few songs, we figured it would be a good idea to go see one of the crazy side-shows going on at one of the tents. By the time we got there we were starting to trip pretty hard. We sat down in the tent and waited for the show to start. We had a really interesting conversation with someone near us about how crazy the whole festival experience is. I felt like I was speaking really profoundly and me and my friend were both cracking up. There were decorative chandeliers hanging from the tent that seemed to sway back and forth. The show began and it was immediately very visually appealing. The opening act had 3 women dancing in golden clothing and they were waving around golden cloth that seemed to shimmer. The colors, lights, and music were all very vivid and spectacular.

We left before the show ended and we both felt like wandering around and just watching all the people around. It felt amazing to walk and my legs felt a little rubbery. I noticed I was sweating and the water felt very strange on my skin, and I loved how slippery it felt on my forehead and between my fingers. I couldn’t hold back a huge smile from my face! We started talking to some drunk girls at one point and we were both laughing because they had no idea what we were experiencing. Conversation was difficult and required a lot of thought, but I felt I could still get a point across normally with some added effort. I felt like I could walk forever. We ended up going all the way to the main stage and caught a couple songs from the band there.

As we walked to another stage to go to a show that was starting soon, we randomly ran into the rest of our friends. When we saw them, they looked very different to me and it was very surreal. We talked a little bit with our other friends, but conversation was becoming more and more difficult. I felt like I wanted to talk with my friend who was tripping about what we were both experiencing, but it became more and more difficult to put things into words. My reality was starting to fall apart a little bit and I noticed that all of my normal judgments about things were suspended and I could think about them in a different way.

It was liberating and confusing at the same time because I was starting to realize the complete subjective-ness of all experience and my brain had nothing to grasp as solid ground. This is an extremely difficult feeling to put into words, and it really opened my mind to different possibilities and ways of thinking. I also thought about how awesome and free the whole music festival scene is, with so many people into so many different kind of things, all having radically different subjective experiences and mindsets. It made me realize how true it is that there is no objectivity when it comes to human experience and behavior. I realized how deep down we’re all so different from each other, and that it’s not only just o.k. to do your own thing but it’s also amazing!

We walked over to another concert nearby and arrived right on time. The band started to play, and after a minute I realized they weren’t playing any real songs and were just improvising. They were really gelling and were playing some very spacy, atonal music. I was hearing how they kept subtly surprising each other and exploring different tonal areas seemlessly. If I focused my attention, I could hear great intricacy in the way they played every note. We left after about 30 minutes to go catch another show. We sat down towards the back and had a conversation with this really bubbly, free-spirited girl who I think was also tripping on something. Her voice was very calming and I enjoyed the conversation, though speech was still difficult. After she left, I laid down in the grass and stared up at the sky. I was getting very intense visuals looking at the clouds and they appeared to swirl around and I could see waves go across the sky along with the music. I told my friend to do the same and offered him my sunglasses. We laughed about the common experience and how it made absolutely no sense to our logical brains but nonetheless it was very real in our minds. This was a strange duality to me of being completely out of my mind, but yet still present, collected, and completely able to communicate!

After that concert ended, we walked along a trail that goes through a small forest with really cool looking trees. There was a man doing sound therapy for donations there and we laid down nearby to take some time to recharge a little. The sound of the gongs he was using were calming and I felt deeply at peace. Laying down in the woods and staring up at the trees swaying in the woods was blissful. I wanted to stay there forever, but my friend wanted to go see the next concert and we had to leave.

We went up to the very front at the concert and found our other friends who were there. It was very crowded and I felt uncomfortable. Shortly after, the concert started and I was really enjoying the music for the first few songs. One of my friends sparked up a joint and passed it to me. I was feeling really good still and I figured it would be a good idea to hit it, but I turned out to be way wrong. The next song the band played was a very heavy, aggressive song, and it freaked me out a little bit and I started to feel bad vibes. After the song, the band started smoking a blunt on stage, and then threw it into the crowd near me, and one of my friends caught it. Instantly, it was a frenzy for everyone around to get a hit off of it, and I just felt caught in a vortex of bad vibes. My friends all passed it around our own circle and smoked most of it before passing it to anyone else around us (which I thought was a huge dick move). I passed on it, not wanting anything to do with it. At that point, I just wanted to get out of there, but it was so crowded that I was pretty trapped. I couldn’t get into the music after that, and my mind was getting very negative. I was pissed that I had smoked and that it was giving me a bad trip. That’s when I had a huge revelation that I don’t even like smoking anymore, even though I’ve smoked regularly for years, often daily. I realized that it has always just brought me down more than anything, making me paranoid, self-conscious, and lazy. This was a very liberating discovery to me, and felt like a weight off of my back, even though I was still not having a good time.

I was so glad when the concert was over, even though it was a band I normally like. My friends couldn’t stop talking about how amazing the show was, and I was having a hard time explaining exactly why I didn’t enjoy it. I was able to put it behind me, though, and I enjoyed the rest of the day. It started to get dark and there were now brilliantly colored lights all over the place to check out.

I was no longer peaking but definitely still feeling effects. We went back to our campsite later and I had a blast just improvising on my guitar. I felt like I played more rhythmically and creatively than I ever have, which was cool. I started playing the rhythm guitar part for “Dark Star” and jammed on it with one of my friends and it was a blast. All in all, it was a really great trip and I felt like I benefited from being able to see the world through a different lens for a day. I was able to more objectively look at my life and my personality, and I feel that was of great value. I feel like there is so much more that I could write about it, but it’s so hard to put that type of experience to words.  I think music festivals are perfect settings for doing acid I look forward to doing it again some time down the road.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 72407

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 18, 2017	Views: 1,047

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LSD (2) : General (1), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


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

		   T+ 0:15
		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I took the first two hits around Midnight at a local park in my subdivision.  About 15 minutes later, I began to notice the streetlights looked a lot brighter.  It looked as if there were spiked rainbows coming off of them. If I looked at them, I felt myself 'fall' into them. It seemed like they would put me in a trance.  I began to feel really introspective and didnt talk much.  This state lasted for about thirty minutes, but nothing really 'trippy.'  I figured it was because the acid was weak, so I took a third hit.

About 20 minutes after that, I started to feel really awkward.  The best way to explain this feeling was that my arms were really long, and my legs were really short.  My thoughts began to race back and forth, I couldn't focus on anything for more then about 10 seconds.  I began to lose grip with myself.  I could no longer remember who I was or where I was.  I felt disconnected from everyone and everything around me.  The only way I could really hang on to my ego was by talking to the people I had around me (we'll call my friends 'A' , 'J' , and 'W').  This feeling scared me alot.

I kept wondering if the acid I had just taken was turning me into something different, and no matter how much I tried to stop thinking about this, my thoughts kept coming back to that.  I tried to tell myself, it is only the acid, I'll be back to normal in a little while, but how long would a little while last? I turned to W to ask him what time it was, and how long had I been  on the acid, he told me 'Its a little after one.... and you've only been on the first two hits for about 45 minutes.' I almost had a heart attack! How could this be? Only 45 minutes? It had seemed like eternity.  How could I go on like this? I don't know if it was me panicking, or if it was the acid taking full effect, but I began to see airplanes in the sky.  They were shooting each other down, then diving towards the ground where I was laying.  A told me to 'blend' with these things, to make myself one of them and take part in the fighting.  How could I?  How could I fly a plane when I couldn't even stand on my own two feet?  Everything was horribly out of proportion, the houses around the park seemed massive, the cars that drove by seemed like ants.

I asked W what time it was, he replied '1:15'.  I was stuck in a hellish nightmare... after his response, I blacked out into what seemed like a dream.  I could look around and see nothing except a black space.  From out of no where, I saw what I thought was myself (thinking back on it, I think it is what I perceived my soul to look like at the time) I was horribly disconfigured.  My arms were attached to my waist, my neck seemed very long and protruded up from my waist rather then my shoulders (my shoulders were non-existant), and my legs seemed short and stubby.  I could see above the image of myself the word 'Me' with a question mark above it.  I broke into tears and couldn't stop crying because I couldn't think of who I was.

This lasted what seemed like days. (Later I talked this whole event over with W and I was laying face down in the grass crying for about and hour.)  After waking up from this horrible dream, I asked everyone around me what had just happened and they told me I had just rolled over on the ground and cried for about an hour.  This answer (for some reason) satisfied me, and I began to feel better (but at this time, better just meant I wasn't fearing for my life).  I was still very paranoid and I felt a spinning feeling in my head.  W and A decided to drive me back to A's house (which was right inside the subdivision) to try and get me to calm down and enjoy what was left of the acid.  The drive (needless to say) was horrifying.  Everytime we'd speed up, I felt myself falling into the seat and through the car.  When we finally got back to A's house, A and W smoked some marijuana and I sat there, very mellow and watched.  I began thinking really hard about who I was, what kind of morals I held, and what kind of person I want to be. I finally found myself after about an hour of hard thought.   I was still hallucinating, but at that point in time, it seemed so normal that the things I was seeing didn't bother me at all.  I went back inside and started feeling warm and glowy, and stayed up writing and drawing things I had seen in my trip.

All in all the acid trip gave me a better insight of who I am.  Before this, I never thought about my actions and what kind of consequences they could bring about. Now, I'm a lot more concerned about my actions and how they will effect other people or how other people think of me.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 49117

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 2, 2017	Views: 1,103

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

This was my first real experience with LSD. I acquired a strip of geltabs from a strange man I came across. I have had much experience tripping with Dxm, Mushrooms, Salvia, Ketamine, Morphine etc... I knew that I was mentally prepared for whatever may come during this experience.

It was about 11 p.m. on a saturday night, I had just finished a long work week and had the next day with no responsibilities. I broke 3 pieces off the strip and put them on my toungue until they dissolved. About an hour later I joined my crew. They were all excited about going on a journey.

I started tripping around 12 a.m. I couldn't stop petting this dog that had a mane and resembled a lion. The next thing I knew we were following these strange people we met to a place they called the 'Land of Moses'.

We arrived at the Land of Moses around 2 a.m. It turned out to be a graveyard in the middle of Nowhere Indiana. By now I was tripping very intensely. There was a strange woman guiding us the whole way. Her name was Carrie. We walked throughout the graveyard and made it to a giant statue of a man holding a sword. Carrie spoke of the Statue never facing the same direction. We watched as the lights around it flickered violently. Some sort of electrical Fury. I could feel an intense energy that defied any other trip I'd ever had. Soon Carrie's stories had my girlfriend so scared that she was in tears. The look in Carrie's eyes was so mesmerizing. She looked like she was on LSD as well, but I knew that she was not. She spoke of possessions and figures in the graveyard. Several of the people with us saw something walking in the distance and became frightened. The energy was so strong.

The next thing I saw was the peak of my life. A dream I had previously had kept flashing through my mind. Deja Vu was so strong. I grabbed my girl and held her as close as I could and felt her heart touch mine. At that very moment and train ran by less then 30 yards away from us. It was so bright and loud. I knew that this was the highest peak I'd ever reached. Complete chaos. The train was running by, so bright. Every star in the sky swirling, tree branches moving like life-like limbs. Utter insanity. I cannot describe my emotion.

Soon the train passed and Carrie led us to a bridge. We parked on it, and I realized that it was 3 a.m. There were 3 cars parked here, each containing 3 people. Carrie spoke of 3 being the death hour. This did not frighten me. I felt like something had just been tapped into. Some kind of peak that's so hard to explain.

Minutes passed and Carrie parted ways with us, She gave us directions back to old Fort Wayne (home), and we were on our way. I spent the rest of the trip in complete awe, just absorbing the memory of that moment when the train ran by. This was definitely the highest experience of my life.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 51225

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 3, 2017	Views: 1,080

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

This experience I am writing about was the first time I tripped on acid. As a background, I am a 120-pound female, quite petite, and at this point had experience with copious amounts of alcohol on a daily basis, lots o’ weed and coke, a variety of different painkillers, DMT, shrooms, molly – to me, it only seemed fair that it was finally the right time to do acid.

I will start off by most likely not recommending what I did: tripping in the presence of two strangers, even though I was also with two of my buddies who I was somewhat close with. You will often hear people say they don’t enjoy tripping with people they don’t know – I, however, consider this my most memorable, favorite trip, and it involved strangers. I found that to be odd.

Anyways, my good friends, we will call them Zach and Max were roommates. I hung out with both of them a lot, originally knowing Zach from high school and staying friends as we entered our freshman year of college. Max’s friend, we will deem him Alan, was visiting for the week. I was introduced to Alan that day, who I immediately liked, even pre-trip. Zach and Max’s two other roommates were also present. To this day, I feel an extreme bond with ALL of the people involved in this experience.

I feel an extreme bond with ALL of the people involved in this experience.

 It is a very ethereal connection that I can’t explain.

We were all hanging out in Zach and Max’s dorm room when suddenly the topic of acid came up. Alan had bought some acid online – to this day, I really do believe it was real L, REALLY strong L because I have never had a trip quite like this one. Me, being spontaneous and pretty impulsive, was delighted to find out that Alan had acid on him, and I challenged everyone to go on a trip. This is exactly what ended up happening. I will do my best to provide a time sequence, although time is quite an illusion, especially on L.

6:00pm – We all take the tabs. Zach, an experienced tripper, takes two tabs, and Scott (the other roommate) takes two to match him. Max, Alan, and I just take one. The last of the roommates, Austin, doesn’t take any acid. He is just kind of there.

6:30pm – Everyone splits up for their own reasons. I walk back to my dorm room with Max to get my purse so we could grab something to eat. I was uneasy about this for a few reasons: one, I was starting to feel kind of weird. I felt a strange body high that sent tingly sensations through my arms and legs. It was almost as if I smoked some shitty weed and wasn’t as high as I should’ve been. Secondly, Max and I had slept together a few times when we were absolutely wasted, and I was about to trip balls at any given moment. I was worried I would feel uncomfortable around him. Nevertheless, we walked into my dorm, talked a little bit, I grabbed my purse, and we got into his car around 6:50ish.

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

6:50ish – OH, fuck. We are in the car. This is the weirdest and blurriest part. Max is driving and I do NOT understand how. I could not have possibly fathomed driving in my state. It was like I was in a dream. I couldn’t really say anything because it was so hard to talk. I just stared at the road, as we seemed to FLY at the speed of light. I remember saying to Max that he was going kind of fast. He didn’t say anything – he was probably out of his mind, too. He got his food and stopped in the parking lot for a little. From there, I remember waiting for him and staring at the trees. The trees were waving at me in the dark, literally. They were beautiful and I could see them expanding and breathing -pure, gorgeous life. It wasn’t a creepy wave either; it made me laugh because it made me so happy. Max came back in the car and we drove back.

7:20pm – We get back to campus. In the parking lot as Max is about to park, we see Scott walking around, looking really confused. We started busting out laughing, because Scott was out of his mind kind of just pacing around the parking lot laughing. Max asked Scott what he was doing, and Scott replied that he was looking for his car. I suggested he not drive and come back inside with Max and I. We all walked back into their dorm.

7:30-11ishpm – As soon as I walk into the dorm, I know I am peaking. Zach is on the floor playing guitar singing, his fiery red hair VIBRANT and INSANE! I laughed and told him he looked like the Devil. After I said that, I felt very strange. Zach didn’t seem to respond well to that comment.

At this point, Max pretty much left for the entire night because his ex kept calling him. I hop on the bed awkwardly and observe my surroundings. Zach starts to eat, and I think to myself how disgusting and primitive humans look when we gorge ourselves with junk food. I stop looking at him eat because I am uncomfortable. I then notice Alan. He is absolutely freaking everyone out – he is laying down on Max’s bed, but his body is shaking. It looks like he is convulsing. We all keep having to ask if he is okay, and he keeps responding that he is fine and just needs some time. He does this for a long time, and it makes me wonder what he is going through and why. The only thing I felt was both peculiar and at peace, although I could barely talk. It was as if my thoughts took the usual place of my loud voice, and my voice became simply just loud thoughts in my head, if that makes any sense at all. Zach kept asking me trippy questions to fuck with me and see how I was doing – sometimes I could only respond with laughter. It was somewhat frustrating, because I wanted to make intellectual conversations and dwell into philosophy with my friends.

I had so many thoughts. Why did Alan appear to be convulsing? Why are humans so full of desire? Is the way I’m feeling on L a “truer” perception? Is it a godlier perception? God is not real. I am God. We are all Gods. Maybe Alan is convulsing because he is soaking up our god-like energies and he in fact is the true motherfucking GOD! I just didn’t know. I didn’t know anything. And somehow, it felt like I knew everything.

Out of nowhere, Austin, the sober roommate, came into the room and started really fucking with us. He is the reason Alan stopped convulsing. He appears to march in the room and all of a sudden pulls down his long curly hair and starts shaking it around. Everyone starts to laugh. He just looks so funny. He resembles a large lion, but in a human body. He screams obnoxious shit like, “I am tripping absolute asshole!” and proceeds to act…well, kind of like us. At this point, all of us were peaking and pretty retarded. Alan finally gets up because Austin starts to fuck with him and dance around him. Alan is cracking up now. I start to feel more comfortable and playful.

12amish-4am – We decide to go outside. On a college campus, there are only so many places a group of freshman tripping ballsack can go. So naturally, we head to the volleyball courts. At this point, I am absolutely speechless. I feel tranquil and warm on the inside. The stars are unreal: there were so many out, and they seemed to glide across the sky, lightly touching and bouncing off one another and sparkling brighter than anything I’d ever seen.

Zach urges me to be “line leader”. I am kind of mortified at this term for some reason. I felt like I was leading a caravan of rebels across our corrupt home country’s land. I led my caravan across the volleyball courts, only to lead them to a fence because I was so fucked up, I had no idea where I was going. I finally lead them inside the courts. We trudge through what seems like miles of sand: I am in the fucking Sahara desert. I need a camel to continue my journey. I am a beautiful nomad with a squad of men behind me – I am the alpha female.

We finally got past the volleyball courts and entered the basketball courts. Zach was longboarding across the court. I tried to longboard but totally failed and almost ate shit. I decide it is time to lay down on the court and look at the stars. Scott, Alan, and I lay down closely to each other, staring at the sky. I will never forget the radiance of the stars. We are listening to Daft Punk, one of my favorite artists in the world to this day, and our eyes our glued to the sky. We say nothing. Nothing needs to be said: we are finally at peace.

All of a sudden, we spot these two strange-looking people, a young dude and a girl walk onto the court. At this point, it is around 2am. We decide to talk to them. For some reason, I was convinced they were both on acid, but I am now pretty sure my theory was wrong. When I am fucked up, I am notorious for believing everyone around me is also fucked up. I fear this is an egocentric tendency and attempt to not think this way anymore.

“Are you guys livin’?” I say, smiling.

“Living?” the guy replies. He is Indian, with a very heavy accent.

“Yeah, man. We’re livin out here” I say happily.

The two people look kind of fearful and I’m wondering why.

“Are you tripping?” Scott asks them jokingly.

The Indian guy looks especially nervous, as if he has something to hide. He asks, “Are you guys undercover cops?”

At this point I wanted to drown myself in laughter, but I couldn’t. I had to keep up with this.

“Yeah, we are. We’re just making sure no one’s up to any funny business around here.” I say. The guy and girl look mortified and I end up telling them I’m messing with them. All I really remember about them leaving is that they hopped the fence instead of exiting the court a conventional way. I had a fleeting though that maybe they were trying to look for a fun place to have sex.

My friends and I then go to sit again, and begin talking, as we are finally able to verbalize minimally. I remember mostly listening to Alan and Zach talk, until Alan made a comment towards me that made me kind of upset. He told me I look like a pornstar, and Scott laughed an absurd amount. It made me think that was how they viewed me and I began to overthink.

We eventually all came together again back in the dorm and decided to attempt to sleep. Zach gave me a light show and we bumped some tunes until an upset Max, who had been on the phone all night with his girlfriend, was attempting to sleep. Zach and I slept in his bed, Max slept alone, and Alan slept on his air mattress on the floor. Zach and I cuddled and fooled around a little bit quietly, even with Max and Alan in the room, just for shits and giggles, and we couldn’t stop kissing. It felt too good. We cuddled until we fell asleep, which felt like hours later.

My first trip was beautiful. I couldn’t possibly capture everything in this experience. It is just something one needs to understand firsthand. Being with good company, it makes it all the better.

Peace.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 111087

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Oct 17, 2017	Views: 1,203

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