		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Friday, April 28th, 2006 ingested

Trip report written Saturday April 29th, 2006

LSD - First time - Not exactly what I expected.

I have been trying to get ahold of LSD for quite some time now, and finally was able to acquire liquid acid on sugar cubes, which I had known to be decent quality. The night starts as I drive with a friend of mine to pick up our cubes. We each get one, as I didn't want to stock up on something I had not taken myself. The sugar cubes are wrapped in tinfoil, placed in a bag, and we're off to my house for a night I've been waiting for, for what seems like forever. The ride home is quiet, with the occasional conversation, usually starting by myself saying something along the lines of 'I have acid in my possession, I finally got it.'

When I got home it was around 9pm, and we got everything prepared for our trip. 10:10pm rolls around and we throw the cubes on our tongue, letting it dissolve and sit in our mouth. I sit quietly realizing this is what I've wanted for such a long time, and I don't think my mindset could have been any better.

Now I know a lot about drugs, acid included, and when I started feeling a bit off 10-15 minutes after ingesting the cubes, I just thought to myself 'Placebo...' But no, my friend was starting to feel it as well. My arms were getting lighting, colors at first were a bit of a faded color, and a slight glow was surrounding objects. Within 40-45 minutes I'm full into the trip, my friend seemed to have come up a bit faster then I, and at first I just thought he was acting a bit odd, but found myself in the same position soon after.

What is this though? What's going on? My head is clear, or so it felt, but yet my vision is pretty distorted at times, clear at others, and there is a lot of ups and downs. This is not what I expected at all! I've had LSA trips that had more of a mindfuck, why is this like this? I tell myself I was expecting too much, maybe the quality was not as good as I had thought, but no difference, I'm not going to allow my thoughts to ruin my first acid trip.

I start downloading random songs, everything from television theme songs, to techno (which I never listen to, but very much so enjoyed at the time). I'm realizing stages, where I will just drop down from completely having fun doing things I would usually find bored, to feeling sober for a couple minutes, then back again. I didn't expect things to be like that either...

What to do? For some reason I'm getting bored, but yet still having the time of my life, my friend and I both agree that this tops all drugs we've done, including ecstasy.

I was feeling pretty normal, distortions and visuals were non-existent, why not take a ride to get some whippets? I've never done whippets, but hell, I was bored, and thought maybe I could bring on some heavier tripping at the time by doing so.

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

I take a ride and pick up a couple whippets. My friend soon after takes a deep breath and starts laughing uncontrollably from the nitrous.

'What the hell am I doing? I don't want to act like a fucking moron, who the hell does whippets anyway?' Is all I thought to myself, but it was quickly followed by my urge to try it, and I proceeded to do so when I got safely back to my house.

The first inhalation of the nitrous I took was the biggest, within maybe, 7-10 seconds max, I just felt my world change, like going from one scene in a movie to another in a fading sort of pixelation. I fall to my knees and am in a weird state of mind, my mouth is open wide and yet I can not pronounce any words what so ever. This lasts for maybe 30 seconds, but it noticeably put my LSD trip back into a high range, which I enjoyed very much so.

I remember having a playlist made on windows media player, and having it on full screen. Every once in a while I'd call over to my friend and tell him to come look at it. At one point we were both staring, and all of a suddon the color scheme changed from light neutral colors, to firey orange and red swirls, which only got darker, and we both flinched in fear and shuttered. I found it completely amazing afterwords that we both had the same reaction. It just felt odd, hot and I guess we gave the media player visuals some life like qualities in our minds.

After laying around, having some weird conversations, listening to music, and attempting to dance around like a fool, I lay down and try and have a serious self examination time, but it's just not there. Focasing on anything just seems hard and pointless, whereas I expected there to be more of a mindfuck, and was highly dissapointed in the lacking of this area, but I don't blame the acid, just the low amount that I took I am assuming. I throw in Sin City, in a movie watching mood, so why not? It's probably around 2-3am by now (I don't quite remember), Sin City is not only a trippy movie, but the tv seems to have a weird depth too it, and a glow, or aura surrounding it, as does any other object that has light around it. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirrior, my eyes are dilated, and I stare in the mirror allowing my eyes to blur a bit. I did this on LSA and had some rediculously odd hallucinations of my face and thought I could pull off something like it with the LSD. I was right, but it was no where near what had happened on LSA, and it required what seemed like a bit of energy.

Anyway, I finish up Sin City, and go on the computer as I'm feeling pretty sobor now (even though it's been maybe 6-7 hours now, and I quickly realize that I'm no where near sobor.

The letters on the screen are drooping, the monitor glass seems to be bubbling, and I am seeing grass growing all over, wherever I look. My new job is landscaping, and last night was the first day I've had off in a week, maybe thats why? That's the only thing I could think of. I go to the bathroom again, and while I'm pissing I notice the toilet seat (it was down for some reason) was changing colors, purple to blue, blue to orange/red, and there was grass growing around the whole toilet. This all quickly fades within the next hour as I'm laying down, and I end up falling asleep around 6pm with Pulp Fiction on.

All in all, a great and completely uncomplainable trip, other then lacking some qualities I was so hoping for.

It's not 3:40pm, after tripping last night, I am still noticing visual distortion around whatever I am looking at, but it's minor compared to last night, but still noticable.

It wasn't the most eventful night, but I did have the time of my life, but also was hoping for much more.

And by the way, neither myself nor my friend got close to having a bad trip or even any mind fuck at all, so it would have been really hard to give us a bad time. The closest thing that could be considered bad was when we were looking at a picture that somehow, after staring at it, depictes Jesus when you look at a surface, and my friend wouldn't stop staring, and he freaked out for a minute or two because it wouldn't go away, but I quickly explained to him it's just an eye trick and it will fade, as it already had for me. And then he went and did it again? I don't get him...

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 68359

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 27, 2009	Views: 11,842

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 6:00
		 30 mg
		 oral
		 Hydrocodone
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 6:00
		 20 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I have tried just about 'everything' in the past 2 years from Cannibis to Datura and Heroin. I have never lost control of myself while under the influence. However this night was nothing like before.

I had just gotten into town and called up a really good friend of mine to find some Acid. We showed up at his distributers house where he handed us 3 vials of acid which still had a ton of LSD left in them. We both took the droppers and cleaned the vials. About 5 minutes later we took the vials and rinsed them with non-chlorinated water. We rinsed them about 3 times until we couldn't taste the sweetness of the alchohol it was cut with, leaving nothing left.

We probably ingested about 30 hits each of LSD total, then we said our farewells and headed back to my friends house. Now about 15 minutes after taking this LSD we were already starting to feel it which was obvious we were going to be fucked. We were rising and rising on the plateau of inebriation and about 3 hours have passed and we are STILL rising, feeling super energetic, unable to complete simple tasks, and hallucinating like I have never experienced before.

We went outside for a little bit where it was raining, and I would look at the sidewalk and notice that flowers of such vibrant and beautiful colors were growing and breathing. There were so many patterns and confusion from the LSD I would forget where I was. The 'trails' I was experiencing were lasting about 30-40 seconds. I constantly heard techno-industrial music playing but it was dead silent except for the rain pouring down on us. I must say being outside in the rain on LSD was one of the greatest experiences I have ever had. I have never had so many visual and audio hallucinations in my life. I could feel the bass of the non-existent music. I could touch and smell the non-existent flowers growing out of cement. The only downside at this point was that me and my friend were completely, and utterly retarded.

We ended up going back inside and listened to some music, put on the blacklight and he gave me a light show. The lights were so bright and loud, yes LOUD. I could taste the blues and greens and when the turned the light and music off... everything was dead silent. After a few hours we ended going back to his distributers house where he had just got a new shipment of Ketamine.

I was probably 6 hours into this LSD trip from outer space and still I did not level off. My energy and mentral frustration kept building up. When we arrived at his house I grabbed the bottle of liquid Hydrocodone I had and took 2 tablespoons (30mg Hydrocodone, can't recall the amount of acetaminophan). About 10 minutes later I could feel the hydrocodone kicking in.... at which point I noticed I could not even walk.

One of the guys at the house just cooked up a vial of Anesket. It was high powered ketamine that was used to tranquilize Horses and even Rhino's (as labeled on the bottle). He came by with a blaster-vial and measured out about 20mg of ketamine and told me to snort it. Immediatly after I snorted it my head hit the table and I passed out.

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Everything from this point on is what I was told by my friend which most likely saved my life during this whole ordeal. He did not consume anything else at the distributers house besides water as he was frying pretty hard from the LSD.

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After I passed out I woke up and threw up all over myself, He said that I could not walk or stop vomiting. It was obvious that I had overdosed and was in a tranquilized state of nauseousness. I was heaving so much that I passed out several times more because. I myself can remember some of this, but my concious state of mind had no control. My mind literally recoiled in horror and watched itself as my body began to shut itself down. This was horrifying because I could think but not do anything while my subconcious took over in a fight for survival.

I passed out on the linolium floor which I had threw up all over and once my friend realized that I was utterly fucked... he decided to get me out of this drug-distributors house as it was not a safe place to be. He carried me back to his car where I would be nodding in and out of conciousness in an endless state of nausea and vomitting. He drove us both back to his house where I spent the rest of the night on his floor with him force-feeding me water so I wouldn't get too dehydrated from all the vomitting. He talked to me all night and I gradually started to snap out of the ketamine. I started to come to at around 9 am.

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My previous encounters with ketamine have never lasted that long or tranquilized me that badly. It is obvious that the mixture of the Hydrocodone and LSD made it VERY intense. I to this day cannot thank my friend enough for taking care of me during this. I will not mix LSD and Ketamine together again, as they strongly reacted with each other and overdose in my situation was present. Me and my friend were still feeling the effects of the LSD probably up until the next week.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52002

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 26, 2009	Views: 20,388

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Health Problems (27), Overdose (29), Hangover / Days After (46), Various (28)


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

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

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

On a boring summer afternoon, I had some spare cash and decided to buy 2 hits of acid off of a friend. I had tripped only 2 times before on LSD. Being a lightweight with all drugs, both trips were 1 hit at a time. I ate the first hit at around 5 pm. Since I had no plans for the night so far, I began to play video games, occasionally taking a break to watch tv. About 2 hours into the trip, I was feeling good enough to try a second hit.

About 30 minutes after eating the second hit, 2 of my friends came over to smoke. I smoked 2 bowls of fairly potent cannabis with friend A and B. It was shortly after this that my visual hallucinations began to grow more vivid. The sunset looked like a spectrum from orange to purple and the grass took on a purplish tint as well. Shortly after, I discovered that a neighbor was having a party at his house.

I walked across the street with friend A and B. We spent an hour in his kitchen smoking a bong and listening to music. Friend B got a ride with another friend of ours. Suddenly my neighbor's ipod dies. I offer to go to my house and grab my ipod and portable speakers. I can't recall what time it was, but it was very dark, and I had an extremely hard time seeing in the dark. The ground looked like a blank cloud covered in a rainbow blur. After finally stepping off his deck and making it back to my house, I struggle to find my ipod and speakers. Nearly 20 minutes later I return to the party. Soon the party becomes more like a rave. Several people in the house had ketamine, and another came with a very large vial of ketamine. Being in a very altered state of mind, it did not take much for my friends to convince me to do a line of K.

I don't know at what point the ketamine started to take effect, but I remember dancing and feeling very distant. It seemed like I was stuck in a loop, moving in slow motion, although I could distinctly make out the constant beat of the music. Images of the people around me would spiral in slowly into my vision and morph into different images. Echos of things I said, or people around me said would repeat and fade out into the distance. The rest of the night is a blur. I took many more bumps of ketamine, and smoked a lot of cannabis throughout the night. Friend A ended up taking a capsule of molly and some ketamine.

When I finally ended up going home with friend A, we took more bumps of K throughout the night. We tried to play some WoW but it was very hard for me to complete a train of thought let alone play a game. After about 10 minutes of running around in circles in WoW, I give up and decide to browse the web while watching tv until I could fall asleep. I spent several hours attempting to fall asleep, but the constant pattern like hallucinations kept me awake. Even by 10 am the next day I had still not fallen asleep, and I could still see very mild visual hallucinations. My thought process was extremely slow. My mind felt empty and drained. By now friend A had already left. I continued to watch tv and attempt to sleep until afternoon. Some time between 3pm and 8pm I had fallen asleep.

Since that night, I have exhibited many sypmtoms of HPPD. Kaleidoscopic visual static, mild to severe dp/dr, and mild depression. I have a very hard time focusing and randomly become anxious. And I continue to have the disorder to this day. While that night was definitely enjoyable, I wish it had never happened.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 79427

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 26, 2009	Views: 7,755

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Health Problems (27), Depression (15), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Combinations (3), Large Group (10+) (19)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 7:30
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Friday had finally arrived. The anticipation was mindblowing, the preparations, extensive. During the day I could barely contain myself, begging time to make an exception for me, for the sun to set just a little faster.

Curiously, the days festivities actually began with a drug test - that I passed. You see, I had found myself compromised in regards to my recreational activities some weeks before, and was at the time facing the consequences of my carelessness. No matter, for without the imposed abstinance of my cherished trysts with the Lovely Mary Jane, this night would not have been possible. After pissing clean as the new fallen snow, I made my way to the setting-- the local science museum, which was holding its monthly light show, to the music of Dark Side of the Moon, a personal favorite.

With the show to begin at 9, I took all four of the pretty little pieces of paper I had in my pocket at 7pm, relishing the mildly bitter taste as I sucked on them for my traditional 20 min, before swallowing to make sure none was lost. The onset was normal, with the clammy coldness that I have actually grown to enjoy creepying over my skin by approx. 8pm, before giving way to decent visuals and mildly abstract thoughts.

I had taken these same blotters before, actually quite frequently over my period of impending drug tests, due to their indetectability, and was aware of their relative impotence, hence 4 hits. The night would have been rather lackluster had it not been for my first love, Mary. I had arranged for a friend of mine to bring a car as a secure smoking location (as the museum officials had finally become aware of the type of people who attended these shows), so we all piled in and went over to the darkest part of the parking lot. After a brief stint of irrelevant complications, I found myself with a small glass bong in my hands, packed to capacity with some succulent bud I had obtained.

This was where it got interesting.

Keep in mind this is all in the context of LSD, which was still working effectively enough that I didn’t even notice there was no water in the bong. This realization came about mid-harsh-hit, but as I hadn’t smoked for the better part of a month, the pungent aroma that I missed so, so, so very much was more than compensation. Ah, the payoff of my patience. Obviously, my normally shield-like tolerance was at baseline, at with the first, sudden blast to my receptors, reality melted around me. It consumed my body with the first hit, and I quickly passed the piece to my friend while absorbing the INTENSE sensations. Depth perception was out the fucking window, it was as if everything I saw from the backseat of that car was on a flat canvas.

I only took 1 more hit from that bulging bowl and it was entirely sufficient for where I wanted to be. I quickly exited the stifling car and made my way towards the building. On the way there I saw several of my friends smoking in their cars, and made a weak attempt to acknowledge them, euphoric in the knowledge that I was lightyears past them. Another friend of mine approached me later, and I was fascinated to watch her talk and gesticulate-- it was as though she was a fluid cartoon, and her entire body was a monochromatic collage of blue (smerfette?). I finally reached the floor and laid down for the show, under the giant, colorful dome of the planetarium, and gradually reached a trancendental state, to the point where I can barely remember the show, just nitpicks of the songs, and the intense elevation I felt at climax of Eclipse, a moment I had eagerly awaited the whole show.

I could barely find my way to the train station, but once on, just chilled and enjoyed the closed eye visuals, before eating at a pizzaria and walking home with my friend. Its a long walk, and there were many adventures in between, but the real peak of my night was actually yet to come. When we reached my house, I was starting to come down (2:30am), so we rolled the rest of my bud and his into one fat club of a spliff, and carted it outside with a fuckin forklift. We finished it after some time, and I just laid back, enjoying the twinkling, connect-the-dots aspect of the stars, before heading in. I was way stoned, but not exactly tripping, and laid down..gradually drifting off….

KEEERRRR---POWWWW!!

My eyes shot open and I saw only my digital bedside clock reading 3:23am. My universe had been remolded, repressed, processed and spit back out. The sensation I felt as the full power of the bud hit was indescribable. I stood up and walked around, and realized that I realized everything for the first time. I saw things for how they truly were, they looked the same, but I saw them entirely differently. It was a heightened awareness of the universe and everything, I had no idea what was happening. Gradually, I pieced together the conclusion: My name is ----, I’m tripping on LSD, and these are the effects. The best way I can describe the sensation is as though before I was just an animal, such as a dog, and that I had just become self-aware as a human, suddenly realizing, I EXIST. I also pieced together that if I went to sleep, the feeling would go away. I laid down, but was continually touching my arms to bring my attention to the fact I had a body, as it would instantly disappear each time I was still, and I would become nothing more than an immeasurable point of awareness in the cosmos where thoughts-were-matter-were-energy, where everything was constructed of the same inexplicable material. This was the strongest I had ever felt these two drugs in combination.

The feeling lingered for days, obviously not as intense. It wasn’t exactly a good feeling, but definatly not a 'bad trip', that was months ago, and my tolerance is once more at baseline.

Fuck if I can’t wait to try it again.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 61159

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 2, 2009	Views: 4,902

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Hangover / Days After (46), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3.5 tablets

		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:00
		 3 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00

		 2C-B

		   T+ 0:00
		 2 hits

		 LSD

		   T+ 0:45
		 2 hits

		 LSD

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Before I begin to share my experience, I must say that I am only 15. Now, with that said, I am much more experienced with drugs than most 15 year olds. I have decided to share this trip with others before I forget what happened.

To fully explain why my experience was so odd, I must travel even further back. It was an amazing day for a concert. My three older friends and I, lets just call them J, L, and N decided to go see a Trey Anastasio show. For those of you that don't know, Trey Anastasio was the front man of an amazing band called Phish. Basically, this day was going to be one of the best experiences of my life. With a bottle full of very strong MDMA, a few 2CBs, some opium, and of course, some cannabis, we ventured to the show.

The show was a mind-blowing experience, and while we were there we traded some of our MDMA for some extremely potent LSD. I took 3 triple dipped tabs, while I was already rolling off of 3.5 rolls. In case there are those out there who don't know, that means I took 9 hits of acid. Once we got back to our hotel, I took the 2cb. I was feeling amazing.

However, about two hours after we got back to the hotel, my mind went completely blank. I can not remember one single moment of consciousness from that point until about 6 in the morning. From what my friends tell me, I was continuously walking throughout the room, standing on tables, and not speaking a word. I still don't know exactly what happened to me. But I know for sure that I was not psychedelically sleepwalking, as I was not the least bit tired when I 'fell out of consciousness'.

Now, for the actual story.

About two months later, J and L told me that they had a sheet of some ridiculous acid. Of course, I accepted when they asked me to trip with them. It was all set that we would get a hotel room at the holiday inn just downtown. But, things don't always go as planned. Even though we had gotten very little snow all year, the weather just decided to snow about a foot. This meant that no one was aloud to drive. We weren't about to let a little thing like snow come in the way of us tripping, so we all just decided to go to L's house. I took a train over, bringing my Nintendo 64, a pastel set, and a sketchbook.

About ten minutes after arriving, they asked if we should start dosing, as it was only 5 PM. Without pausing, we all dropped 2 hits. About  45 minutes later, we all agreed we were feeling something, but we needed a bit more. So, J gave me 2 or 3 more hits. We went upstairs to L's room to come up. L and I started to feel a little sick, but nothing significant. All of a sudden, it hit me. A completely white lamp turned rainbow and patterns were everywhere. I told the group, but only L agreed. So, J decided to take more.

Due to the storm, it was very difficult to find any weed. Eventually, we got a dealer, RC, to drive to us. We waited for him outside for what seemed like hours. But I didn't mind much because for some reason it felt as if I could not get cold. Also, the patterns our feet would make with the snow were beautiful.

Finally, RC came through with a dank quarter. We went inside, and got dried off. J continuously ate more, as we went into the basement to 'dry our clothes'. This was just an excuse to her parents so that we could blaze in the basement.

We went down, and began to toke. This, of course, heightened the acid very much. At this point, I was starting to peak. Everything began to turn into lines of energy. This is where things began to get foggy. I can then remember everything starting to flash in different extremely vibrant colors. I could feel every inch of my body become pixilated. It felt as though a million dull needles were pressing against my body. It was not necessarily a bad feeling, just very odd. Out loud, I then stated 'It's coming again'. This was, subconsciously, referring to the night I tripped in the hotel.

The room then turned into a giant maze with the colors still changing. It was not necessarily the kind of maze one would think of. I, actually, can not describe in words what exactly it was. All I knew was that there was a strong voice saying 'you MUST get out of this maze, or you will die'. At this point I could hardly control my body. I started running around the maze, and climbing up it. I could not control my voice either. I distinctly remember screaming 'Oh MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD'. There was no reality anymore. I did not know anything of real life. All there was was me and the maze.

Now, this may sound like I was having an extremely bad trip. However, in my mind, I kept remembering that I had just taken acid and this will be over at some point. I kept thinking to myself 'I might die, alright. Let's just see where this goes'. However, out loud I was still yelling. J covered my mouth because L's parents were directly upstairs. J said to me 'It's ok, you're just having a bad trip, and you’ll be fine'. I knew this, and I believed him. But, my body would not let me stop. I continued running and getting out of my maze. Finally, I made it out. J and L looked extremely scared. Again, I had absolutely no recollection of what had just happened.

Now, you may be asking yourself how I retold that if I had no recollection. I will explain that later.

J and L explained to me what I had just done. From what they said, it sounded like I just screamed once very loudly. I was still very disoriented, and had trouble doing anything normally. Although, now, at least I had somewhat of a sense of reality. I apologized greatly to L. However, we later found out her parents did not hear. We went back upstairs to L's room to try and sort out what had happened.

We turned on the Nintendo, and tried to play. I looked down at the controller, and then realized I could not see what it was whatsoever. I then, forgot completely what a Nintendo controller was. I did not tell the others because I could barely speak. It took an extreme amount of effort to do anything. L then turned to me and said she did not think I should do any more acid. I said nothing. I forgot how to communicate. In my head, I thought 'What is acid?'. I then began to think about life. I could not remember the simplest things such as what death was, or how it occurs. I could not even remember that one needs to eat to survive.

Everything was a giant blur, when suddenly BAM. It all came back. I told them both that I was fine, and did not have a bad trip. Throughout the rest of the night I was a little quiet, but still had a great trip. Slowly, very few parts came back to my memory. About a week later, I remembered almost everything else from that part of the trip. However, there are still parts today I can not quite pinpoint exactly what happened.

I think there is a small link between my first blank out, and my second experience. However, I do not think that they were in any way the same thing. The second one was by far more intense and psychological than the first. I have also thought about how my age may have effected what happened to me. After this experience, I have decided to take a little hiatus from acid. However, it won’t be too long.

Finally, one effect that I love that has come from this experience is that previous to this trip, I very seldom remembered my dreams. Now, every night I have the most vivid dreams I have ever had that I remember the next day.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 61884

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 15

Published: Dec 3, 2009	Views: 7,787

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


		 DOSE:

		 2.25 hits

		 LSD

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This is the story of my momentous first experience, ever after referred to only as 'Wednesday'. Coincidentally, this Wednesday happened to be the first day of spring, a good day for rebirth. I should preface what follows with this: This LSD was incredibly potent. Because it was my first time, and because of the reefer, I had quite the time trying to piece the events of the night together sequentially. Thus, I will stop reporting things as happening in ordinary linear time past a certain point in the trip, only to resume doing so when the story ventures into the morning after.

I had been preparing for some time, along with my three partners in crime. One, lets call her Z, had not dosed before, the others, J and S, had both done this before. We had all made playlists, brought books, activities, even a video game console. Needless to say, in the end we did both less and more than we had planned. The day of the trip J was returning home from a college visit, I remember distinctly the waiting in front of his house for him to get home. The sense of giddy euphoria was overwhelming. The ride to Z’s house, where the event was to take place, was filled with shouts of glee.

We dosed at nine in the evening, almost exactly. The first thing that I noticed, and perhaps this was just nerves, was a feeling like energy in my spine. Then, for no obvious reason, we decided to go on a walk. It occurred to me, and I then informed my compatriots, that this was the first day of spring. They seemed to be delighted. There were no major perceptual distortions during the walk, only a few subtle ones. Shadows flickering in the corners of our eyes. Upon our return, however, things were distinctly different in an indefinable but extremely meaningful way.

From somewhere in the house J procured a chess set and we began to play. We thought it appropriate to take on different names while playing chess: he became Morgoth and I, Manwe (for all you Tolkien geeks out there). Each piece seemed to have its own distinct personality, they were individuals with their own goals and hopes. This idea put a damper on my ability to strategize, I simply wanted to let these fellows do their own thing. J eventually triumphed. Later we would return to this same board, only to realize that we couldn’t remember to rules. So, doing the only logical thing, we turned the board so that it formed a diamond and made up our own.

At some point I looked up at a wall hanging, in sober life a rather drab abstract

piece, but to me at the time a variety of images, reminiscent of Archaic Greek vase paintings were playing out across it. It’s shape and size seemed to distort, and as a continued to watch it I realized that it was playing out a story for me. I couldn’t make out the details, but I could swear it had something to do with Dionysious. We had brought paints, and I saw fit to cover a portion of my face with green, the wonderful color of the herb. The others, being a bit closer to the material plane at that moment, advised me to clean my face before it dried. I went to the bathroom and very strange things started happening. Looking in the mirror while tripping can be very rewarding, but very harrowing. I seemed to see all my faults laid out before me, spelled out on my face. As I washed it, they, along with the green paint seemed to fade. I was then struck by the urge to use the restroom. I did so, and then flushed the toilet. It sounded, as best as I can put it, like some combination of a jet taking off and a dying water buffalo.

What I believe to be the peak of the experience occurred outside, lying on the ground. I looked up at a star and my vision extended like a tunnel towards it. The distance between me and it seemed to grow and shrink simultaneously, until I realized that distance had no meaning. Then the star transformed into a horse of burning white fire for just a moment, then everything jolted abruptly back to normal. Though they really cannot be conveyed, the emotions I was feeling were so pure and free…

We went on another walk, and this one was grand indeed. We passed a tree that seemed to me to be Telperion (sorry for all the Tolkien references) and lied down underneath it. Here I experience the first instance of what would be a persistent hallucination. The tree transformed into moving, flowing fractals that filled the entire field of my vision. As the walk progressed we encountered an alley that, at the time, seemed endless. We walked down it… but at some point I had to turn back. There were things at the end I wasn’t ready to see.

Marijuana, I must say, never tasted so good. Though, embarrassingly enough, I was once overcome with the giggles and blew out the contents of a bowl mid inhale. I also discovered the joy of cigarettes, about the only negative thing I can attribute to LSD. Let’s just say that smoke is quite fun to play with. Many more things happened of course, so many more. More than I remember and more than you have the inclination to read. But suffice to say, it all rocked. Pretty god damn hard. The morning after, I was still just a bit loopy, but I managed to help clean up the city of mess we had made. Afterwards, I made my way home and had the best sleep of my life.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64991

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 7, 2010	Views: 4,242

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LSD (2) : General (1), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

It was Christmas Day, December 25, 2004. 11:30 at night.

I'll be Kazera. My lady'll be Keaira.

Substance - Bright, red, yellow &amp; blue collored gecko/butterfly blotter acid (10-strip)

11:35pm - I ingest 4 hits at once, followed by 4 gulps of Deja Blu. Keaira injests 2 hits followed by 2 gulps of Deja Blu, in a BlockBuster parking lot. She's video-taping the entire night.

11:50pm - We arrive home. Immediately I run to the bathroom to urinate. I am absolutely ectsatic with anticipation, I've waited so long for this night. We light candles, put in our A Perfect Circle DVD, for visuals, and Marilyn Manson's 'Portrait of an American Family' album to help jump-start our on-set waiting period with Manson's hypnotic drum beats and twisted, aggresive melodies and vocals.

12:35am - As Keaira video-tapes me, I become unaware of what she's doing, or of what I'm doing. I was previously playing with the cd player, and somehow have found myself feeling as I'm floating. I can't seem to sit still, I feel as if I'm being lifted and swirled and the room like a tornado running rampid through an innocent Oklahoma prarie!

12:50am - Keaira is laughing frantically as she video tapes me, I seem to come up with the most humorous and unexpected dialouge. Every word I say and every glance from my eyes into hers, generates a burst of laughter and cosmic connection and understanding, thus which I never never previously experienced, through 5 lsd voyages and countless MDMA encounters.

1:00am - I find myself jumping over my living room couch. It seems so easy and natural to do. I feel invincible as if I'm no longer human but as if I'm part of every breathing, waving and sparkling entity in my home. It allows me to jump, sing and fly as if I were in a dream.

1:05am - Keaira runs from the bathroom and into the living room.. where she finds me, laid out of my coffee table having dumped and entire glass of apple juice onto my chest and lap. I couldn't give you a straight answer as to why this happened. But, I do remember I felt very in touch with my liquid state, at the time, and dumping apple juice on myself seemed like a very reasonable and profound experience at the time!

1:30am (T +2:00hrs) - This LSD experience is just starting to catch up with Keaira. She's beginning to look over her shoulder often and become more wide-eyed and spell-bound. I begin to fill sad, she was only willing to take two hits, and didn't have a clue about the incredible flowing experience I was having. It began to slightly isolate us as her trip left her under our bedroom covers, rolling around and frightened of shadows.

2:00am - I've attempted to take a cigarette break on the outside patio, but I can't even sit still for five minutes to do so! I am constantly moving, walking, striding swirling and breathing this moment. This moment which has lifted every question or concern in my existance and has slapped it in the face with a blinding light and truth which I never knew existed.

2:10am - Keaira and I make love. We have a silent moment before-hand and connect with eye-contact. We drop all of our individual desires and let our souls give-in to each other. I remember making love on 4 hits of high-powered LSD was like making love to an angel, in Heaven. We could feel each other in every cell, molecule, pore in our bodies. Every hair on the back of mjy neck stood high and tingled. Our eyes closed, our imaginations ran wild as though in this moment, we understood, as we made love, the purpose of conception of the entire universe. We were, for this moment, the center of all life and energy and love!

The next few hours resulted in Keaira and I playing with our 3 cats and mostly joking and laughing, saying silly words and rhymes and enjoying the experience as it slowly, yet swiftly faded into the horizon like the after-math of a powerful thunderstorm. Keaira never quite understood why I went so crazy, why I was humping our air-hockey table or why I couldn't sit still. She later learned the difference between 2 hits and 4 hits of this blotter. But this night, for nearly 1 year has been a night to which all other feeling, realizations and truths compare.

That night was The Landmark for my relationship with LSD. From that night forward, I fully understand it's power to completely release me from my day-in/day-out shell of routine. I cannot lie to myself about childhood or adulthood dreams. They are there, inside of us. That night helped me to realise just how exciting, energetic and loving it is to be human.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 47851

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 7, 2010	Views: 4,282

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LSD (2) : Sex Discussion (14), Relationships (44), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 3:45
		 6 mg
		 insufflated
		 2C-E
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

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

I have had experiences with both substances seperately before attempting this combo.

setting: new year's eve around 5pm waiting for friends to come around.  my friend C had bought some tabs from an online source based in holland.  people said they were AMAZING and we were very excited as i had not tripped on lsd in a year.

start point: drop hits.  taste sort of bitter and if there could be a color association to the taste it would be purple.  the blotter art was Hoffman anniversary blotter.

+30min - getting those jitters and putting back together my record player seems to be much more interesting than proposed

+1:00h - starting to feel really high.  that really clear lsd high right before the visuals start to grab me.  I get in the car with C and we quickly drive to pick up a friend before things get out of hand.

+1:30h - everything has such a brilliant glow.  it is like a new lens of perception.  there is a new depth in the trees and the sky seems to be clearer than ever.  it is now snowing VERY HARD and the blizzard is illuminating as i am able to pick out every individual snowflake as it falls down to the ground.

+2:00h - calmly wait in the parking lot and i noticed that nothing has really gotten more intense than the lsd high an hour ago.  was that it?

+3:00h - extremely frusterated as i tried to force the experience to come to light but it failed.  though everything seemed to have a very flowing liquidy feeling with the most minute visuals, i was still here and felt more sober than before taking the lsd

+3:45h - out of frusteration, grab the 2c-e bag and weigh out about 6mg each to insuffilate to get quick effects.  nothing happens.

+4:00h - i feel dull.  like my mind has been hit with a hammer or turned onto half capacity.  nothing feels alive.  it is almost my reality is dying or something is causing this neutrality of emotion and reaction.  the visuals are pathetic and no more than the ones produced by lsd alone.

+5:00h - we get to the party where everyone is drinking.  the carpet has very prominent fractal patterns but i still feel sober.  i guess this is what tripping forever would feel like with visuals and no mindfuck.  i communicate as if i am sober and no one has a clue that we are tripping.

+5:30h - all visuals gone and i just feel a mild headspace that is rivaled by maybe a hit of marijuana.

throughout the night, everything died down

+9:00h - laying in bed but as i stare out the window i am having intense visuals reminiscent of something out of the video game metroid prime.  all the branches on the trees are brilliant red and look metallic and futuristic looking.  even in the complete dark, the red color is very prominent and obvious in my field of vision.  really confused as i have seen no visuals for many hours and had no mental effects except the dullness after the 2c-e.

+10:00h - finally fall asleep without any chemical aids

The addition to the weak acid experience, the 2c-e seemed to provide nothing note worthy.  maybe the dosage was too small on both ends.  the experience was nearly dysphoric.  the 2c-e provided no additional psychedelic effects as 6mg alone normally does.  combination seems to not work well.  some have said that they force a mental leveling out which seemed to appear throughout my trip as I was nearly neutralized by the effects of the 2c-e after dosing on lsd.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 68412

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 16, 2010	Views: 7,835

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LSD (2), 2C-E (137) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

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

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

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 capsl
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

It all happened several monthes ago.

It was March, my birthday had just passed, and I was preparing to go to my first rave. I’m at a party the previous night, and decide not to drink, because of the number of brain cells that I had to save to fry the next day. Conserve!

All of my friend’s are piss drunk, as usual, and a rather noble coke-fiend-turned-drug-pusher decided to sell me a couple of grams of mushrooms, mostly stems, but cheap, but hey- it’s really been a while.

The next day I meet up with my e-tarded friends and take a bus to the arena. It wasn’t hard to figure out who was raving, based on the amount of glitter makeup, and glow-sticks. I figure I should eat the mushrooms on the bus, hoping to plateau in a few hours, and then blast myself with my old pal MDMA.

Anyway, I get to the rave, and I’m feeling kind of out of place. Not jarringly out of place, and I wasn’t noticeably different, uncomfortable, and ultimately a bit lonely. I walk into the shitty arena bathroom and my friend puts a tab of tabs of acid in my mouth. Free drugs, I thought- what the hell.

I start dancing, lights are starting to get a bit fantastic. About twenty minutes later I take the other tab of acid, and continue dancing.

I’m really disoriented by this point. Don’t get me wrong, raves are a fucking sensory overload, and I’ve never taken these two together. I start panicking because I don’t think I am going to find my friend, who was to arrive an hour later than me. The place is filling up fast, and I don’t think in an hour I’d find her. Anyway, I do, and what happens, I pop a cap of E.

Well, this gets me dancing. By this point, I think that I am on an ocean, and am dancing on the water. I keep hearing orcas in the background, and am constantly pausing to stare at the lights or glow-sticks. Really anything shiny.

I can touch the water on the ground and feel it, moving my hands back and forth. Obviously the water was the aged cement floor of the arena, but at that moment I really didn’t give a shit.

Pulse is going crazy, afraid of cardiac arrest. Can’t stop dancing. Can’t stop moving, I am the music and I am flowing through the cosmos (I can’t believe I am spouting off this bullshit).

People’s faces look like they have mouths that open fourteen inches wide, and have eyes the size of nerf balls. I’m starting to get scared at this point, and I’m running around with my head cocked to the side and my eyes as still as billboards. People know that I’m out of my face, and security is starting to ask questions.

By the end of the rave I was still having sensory problems, visual distortions, but had lost the energy that the e had provided, and decided collectively to call it a night. The rave ends, and I feel terrible. Like a night without sleeping, and then being stomped and spit on. I felt terrible, and I felt terrible about myself. My whole body hurts, the internal monologue is on mute, and I want to go to sleep and wake up in a week. We taxi over to a pals place to crash, although we were all to spun out to even sleep. I just lay in the bed for hours breathing spaztically, and trying to shut off the pain of my limbs.

It took a long time to recover from this, my heart still isn’t back to normal. I can feel a squishiness in the arteries whenever I do physical activity. I don’t think I deserve what happened, but it was a fucking retarded thing to do. My heart used to skip a beat, well lot’s of beats and it wasn’t reassuring. It was like machine-gun fire, reload, machine-gun fire. I’m not a doctor, but it doesn’t seem normal.

I can see static, like seeing a million translucent atoms flying everywhere, sometimes they are darker, and the size of insects. When you start seeing insects you are really in trouble I’ve taken this all sorts of psychedelics and it seems that my awkward physiology finally got the best of me. My brother who is much more mentally fragile than me, ended up in a mental hospital on only two hits of acid. Seems I am one of the two percent. Everything has a wavy quality to it, as if everything is jellow and someone is flicking it from behind with their index finger creating circular waves. Gently disrupting.

Will I ever do this again? You can answer that from reading the above. I realize that there is a limit to what my body can take.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47017

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 22, 2010	Views: 6,712

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MDMA (3), Mushrooms (39), LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

If your going to try drugs stick to weed and shrooms (in moderation,please.I can't stress this enough.. I have hppd and dp b/c of all my bad and crazy trips on lsd and extacy. I have taken acid 3 times and extacy 4 times. hopefully the low amount will equal fewer years dealing with hppd and dp

My first time tripping on acid was during my senior year of high school. I was 18 at the time. a friend and I got the chance and decided to take it. my friends name is D.well after getting the acid I was real happy about getting it. went to his rent's house to trip. at midnight we each took 2 micro-dots. D sat down in his bed but not before he got me a regular bean bag to sit on. I was like YES I get a FUCKING BEAN BAG to sit on when I experience acid for the first time for the whole night. being pretty unfucking comfortable being it in the middle of winter and sitting on a bean bag. I waited for the acid to kick in. I just took the acid without really peparing my mind for a few minutes or anything. this may have played a crucial role in my experience. also the fact that I realy wanted to be trippin outside during the day so that I could get as much positive energy in me as possible didn't help either. but what the hell I figured the acid would take my mind away from it all. so d and I just sat silent for 45 min. then suddenly I felt myself getting really high. it wasn't positive though like weed or shrooms it was  like a bad chemical was controlling me. I didn't laugh giggle or have a good vibe. I decided well this may be somewhat of a weak bad trip. then I began seeing visuals which I decided to concentrate on. the walls started to breath and where all 3d-like and the carpet patterns started to crawl and shift. I knew then that this was going to be so cool. words cannot descible the feeling,sensation.

I've never really understood what loss of ego meant but it definitly happened to me. well the acid or myself must of not wanted me to leave d's room because I sat there for the rest of the night looking at D's room. telling myself he must be going thru this same stuff as me or he might be having a competely different trip. for some reason I couldn't get up the courage to talk to D. and ask what he saw or to tell him that him and I should go get something to eat and take a walk around the neighborhood. I got real pissed off at the fact that their was no talkin going on. see Im a real talkative kinda guy. and know that talking on acid would be a positive thing. I did finally say something like whoa look at the carpet and the walls. but this wasnt enough. anyway. i sat there like that till 7 o'clock in the morning. wishing for it to end. I fell asleep after that. ..... this rest of this i have written for anyone dealing with HPPD.

well I wish that was the end of the story but since that trip i got really depressed, quit my job..I have been real tense since and its been 2 and half years. teeth grinding kind of tense. like when you roll on e (probably another reason i have this problem).I also have been extremely weird since then. and I know im not making this up b/c people from my school during my senior year told me to my face that im weird. Im just one of the persons that shouldn't take acid. It got so weird that I quit talking for a looongg time and I mean months. and just doing weird things like start playing the guitar when in reality Im a drummer. I see geometric patterns a lot when  close my eyes, I have trouble scheduling my time or have regular flow of thoughts.

Im pissed off that Im putting my family throgh this and that they've had to pay over a thousand dollars to pay for my psychiatrist whom i recently quit seeing and knew I shouldn't be seeing in the first place bc noone can help me I got to get through it myself. I've been on many meds and my opinion is is that they all suck.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 44431

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 28, 2010	Views: 8,903

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   69 kg

Setting: An outdoor dance party on top of a hill, about an hour away from home.

People: Two close friends, also on substances (not LSD) Friendly ravers, hippies who were also very friendly.

The rave I attended (Stardust) was known for it's friendly people, tending to be under the influence of substances. Just about everyone there was on substances, whether it be mushrooms, LSD, BZP pills or whatever, Everyone was a mess. A good, friendly, natural mess.

(T+0:00) Approximately 9:30pm. Ate my apricot I had obtained the day before. It was tried, and the friend I had obtained it from had stated he had it in his car for a week.

(Please note: I am experienced with LSD myself, and have dosed several times, with various blotters consumed of different potentcy levels)

(T+00:45) I felt the gradual up-coming I had previously experienced on LSD. I felt very happy, as it had been a while since I had taken a trip, and was feeling quite good about it. The night before, I had little sleep though, as the same two friends that are attending this rave with me and I had taken a prescription drug by the name of DHC (Not 100% sure on this), and spent most the night awake in hysterical laughter.

(T+01:30) (Note, after this, complete loss of time co-ordination) I was feeling the trip, and very intensely. I had never had acid like this, I felt very good though, and was laughing at everything. One of my friends and I had ventured to the 'Chill-out Tent' and sat in there for a while, laughing our ass off at the funny patterns on the floor, the people around us talking about what seemed completely stupid, yet they were probably in the same state of mind as us. When they dimmed the light in this tent, we proceeded to leave as quickly as possible. We greeted our other friend who was still in the car. He was querying over the fact that a parked car with it's hazard lights on near us was not in fact a car, it was a spaceship. All three of us came to the general conclusion it was a spaceship, as near it we saw several people walk past with glow-sticks covering their body. This was a very laughing matter to us, as it concluded how fucked up we really were. We decided to venture to the other musical zones at the rave, as the drum and bass stage was only playing shitty breaks music, which none of us enjoyed.

We made it to the psytrance zone. We sat on a fence, and laughed at the what we called 'Mushroom Heads' who were attempting to dance to psytrance, but looked more like they were just swinging their arms slowly. Usually, I enjoy psytrance when I am sober, but the state of mind I was in, I would rather of taken the piss out of everything and anything not related to drum and bass.

At one point of the night, stupidly, my friend Pat spent $5 of my friends money on a glowstick. Alan and I were EXTREMELY hungry, so I thought as a joke to attempt to refund the glowstick to the mini-shop they had set up at the rave. I went to the shop and promptly stated: 'Yeah, Hi, Ahh, My friend took a shitload of acid, and hes fucking out, and he kinda took my wallet and spent my last $5 on buying this glowstick which I really dont want, and the money was to buy my tea.' The lady running the stall was so wasted herself she actually refunded it. I hadn't laughed so hard for ages, this was so funny to me.

At around midnight, we heard the breaks DJ come off, and a mile of clapping. I was un-sure if this was appreciaton that the DJ did a good set, or more the fact that all the drum and bass fiends were stoked he was leaving and a decent DJ came on. I ran full speed to the dancefloor, so I wasn't to miss the openeing track. Lucky I did.

Subfocus - Special Place

Oh what a track. How brilliant. What more of an intro to a drum and bass set than...

'Most of us have a special place we like to visit, because we actually feel good being there. What we hear in that place, has alot to do with it. If the sounds are soothing, our muscles relax, our pulse rate drops. We feel at peace. All too often though, when we listen to great music, we settle for sound thats only... average. What music needs, is full deep bass to give it warmth.'

This made my night. This one track opening the set. I loved the track since Ram Records released it. A brilliant job, I knew this DJ was going to be hot.

After an hour or so of good dancing with some other friends from another town I had met to great songs I knew very well (that always makes my night) I ventured back to the car, thinking I was hovering over the long wet grass, as I could not see my feet moving beneath it.

We decided to go for a drive. Usually, I don't drive at all. I don't have my license, or anything. I can't drive a manual at all. Until tonight. What thought overcame my two friends to actually let me drive his manual car, on acid, up a very dangerous gravel road with a cliff on one side. This was one of the most fun experiences of my life.

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

We drove every now and then for the rest of the night, sometimes with me standing on the roof. Even though we were only moving at around 10kph, I still knew this was a silly and immature idea, but it was still amazingly fun. My friend at one stage also lost my ipod in the middle of a massive grass paddock, and then found it (Don't ask me how). I proceeded to drive back to the rave, steering the car with my teeth. We laughed at how stupid this was, yet fun.

But anyway, back at the rave, my friend Pat (He was on BZP himself) decided he wasnt leaving the car, so we left him there. I persuaded my other friend (Alan) to join me on the dance-floor, and after much persuasion, he joined me. At this stage, I was having very vivd hallucinations, and hysterical laughter followed every stupid story I told.

The laser light on the dance floor was amazing, and my friend Alan, opposite to what he thought, was having the time of his life. He couldn't stop dancing, like myself. We danced for hours.

Daylight came, and the music stopped. The DJ walked out and shook my hand, and asked my name. He said he was amazed at my stamina to dance for so long. I was myself also. I am a smoker, and half the time was dancing with a cigarette in my hand. The comments from fellow raved made me feel very good about myself like: 'Woah, these kids are insane! Look at those two!' and 'Fuck, I wish I could dance like that'. I was a very happy chappy.

After this, we drove home, and prompted to sleep. I woke up at 7am on monday morning, ready for school, feeling good about myself and refreshed. Great acid, great raves, and great people surrounding me. A good weekend indeed.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 61081

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2010	Views: 4,832

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LSD (2) : General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)


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

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 capsl
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

My buddy M and I traveled to the Vibes fest in the Summer of 2005.  On Saturday night, Darkstar Orchestra were set to headline.  I ate the acid at the start of the show.  As I came up on the acid, I lay back in the grass and imagined I was back at a real Dead show.  The show ends, but another show is starting on the smaller stage.  It's The New Deal - and they're throwing a rave in the middle of the mountains.  Glow sticks, ravers in costumes, so much sound.  My friend V and I are dancing hard - the band makes the crowd bounce and the crowd feeds back more and more energy up to the band.  A guy named George walks by selling some Molly.  He's in a great mood and his pupils are dilated as hell, so we know it's gotta be good stuff.  V and I each buy a capsule and break it open in our teeth (bitter, bitter powder - but so worth it).  V had also eaten a hit of acid earlier that night.

As the show goes on, I start to feel that fuzzy shivering at the top of my skull that I always feel when I do E.  Also, the initial feeling of my brain chemicals shifting around is intense so I decide to go sit back on the grass for a bit.  The beats just keep pounding, pounding - the lights flashing like a mad tempest.  I sit down, and an older man to my right is in a lawn chair, laughing to himself at the scene in front of his eyes.  We get to talking, and he's good friends with the guy who runs the festival.  I'm mostly listening to him, smiling like a clown and nodding as I hear what he says.  After a few minutes of silence, he looks over at me and inquires, 'I take it you're just having a really good time tonight?'   'Yeah!' I respond.  Clearly, my eyes and my demeanor give away my state of mind.  After The New Deal is done playing I meet up with V and we wander around the grounds a bit.  We're both in such contentious and ecstatic moods that we decide to just sit down and chill for a bit.

We sit and V smokes a bowl of some hydro (I pass, feeling that my head is plenty well fed for the time being).  He and I talk for a while - about our ancestral heritage, our jobs back at home, etc. (I had only met him the day before).  The feeling of connection and harmony is difficult to translate into words.  V and I get up and find a drum circle gathered in the middle of the grounds.  There's about 20 drummers and plenty of smiling dancers.  We stand and watch the drums and the dancers as the dawn begins to break on the horizon.  My thoughts were racing around in my head, each one as joyful as the last.  I reflected on the evolution of the universe - and the gratitude I felt for getting the chance at consciousness.  The happiness I felt that life fought hard enough and long enough to spawn the Homo Sapien - the language gifted bipedal beast.  I began to feel I was transcending time - going back to the idigenous days of early humanity.  The drums - the drums, the dance.  The contrast of The New Deal which has been so electronic and modern to the drum circle which was so primal and acoustic - yet both of them clicked perfectly with the rhythm that is the cosmos, the rhythm that is life, the rhythm that is the beating heart.

Eventually, the morning rears its head in full and the drum circle dies out.  On the walk back to the tent, V and I walk by a cackling fool who informs us that he dosed Wavy Gravy earlier that evening (who knows?).  I'm still full of energy.  When I look around at the trees in the mountains, they all appear to have extra colors coating their leaves and branches.  The beats are still in my head.  For hours, they continue.  I try to sleep in my tent but it's no use.  The combination of the heat of the summer sun and the drugs in my head keep me awake.  The beats keep going - my brain synthesizes and improvises them over and over.  A good candyflippin' night it was.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 62026

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 17, 2010	Views: 5,516

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I don’t get many opportunities to use psychedelics, so when they arise, I like to take advantage of them. About a month after I’d returned from Bonnaroo, my friend Steve announced his parents would be out of state for a week. Without hesitation, he, my girlfriend Jamie, and our friends Rene and Liam made plans to drop acid at Steve’s place.

Steve’s house is ideal for tripping. It’s located on a dead-end street in a quiet neighborhood surrounded by woods, orchards, farms, and meadows. It’s equipped with a hot tub, a sauna, a deck, a porch, a hammock, comfortable furniture, pool and ping-pong tables, and a high-quality sound system with speakers in just about every room.

3:45 PM - Jamie, Rene, and I arrive at Steve’s on a gorgeous Saturday in mid July, the day before my twentieth birthday. Steve and Liam have been chilling for a couple of hours, awaiting our arrival. We unpack our belongings from my car and make no effort to mask our excitement.

4:00 PM - We ingest the LSD in Steve’s basement. Steve, Rene, and Liam each take two hits of potent Bonnaroo blotter, while Jamie and I each take a strong Bonnaroo gel tab and a hit of weaker blotter.

4:20 PM - I’m beginning to feel the initial effects, that strange sensation of “something’s not quite right.” I’ve taken shrooms three times, but this is to be only my second time on LSD (though my first trip wasn’t very powerful). We decide to go for a hike.

4:45 PM - Walking down the street on our way to the trail, my breathing becomes heavy. I can feel happiness mounting from within, and it’s all I can do to suppress a huge grin. Liam begins laughing hysterically. This will be his first psychedelic experience.

As we make our way further down the street, the countryside becomes more and more picturesque and I can definitely feel the LSD “heaviness” in my chest and stomach. We see a dog in a yard, who barks at us and looks totally alien. Jamie finishes eating a banana and places the peel in the middle of the road, an act that will take on a strange significance on the return journey.

We turn left at the bottom of the hill. The road here is straight and follows a gentle, up-and-down sloping pattern for about a mile. I notice the colors of the sidewalk and grass, and wonder why they don’t always look this varied and pronounced. I also notice the many insects flying in the air and leaping in the grass, they seem foreign and somewhat hostile. Suddenly, I see small, winged creatures zooming frantically over the grass—which is now a Martian red—on the side of the road. My brain cannot decide what they are, so it settles for a cross between a moth, hornet, butterfly, and miniature bird. On second thought, I am not sure these zipping, winged bugs are real or just figments of my imagination. Only when one plows into my bare chest do I realize these things do exist. I shout an expletive and dash into the road to escape these airborne menaces.

Steve laughs and assures me they are just locusts. I am only slightly relieved. Seconds later, a motorcycle appears on the road in the distance, heading towards us. The sound of its engine is comical, it sounds much more like flatulence than anything else. The man riding it is overweight and astonishingly frog-like. When he passes us, Liam erupts in laughter and declares, “That man just frumpfucked my soul!”

Later, Liam comes up with a senseless bit of wisdom. “In the sands of time,” he declares, “we sit like rocks.” That sends the lot of us into a fit of laughter.

We reach a bridge overlooking a shallow river, where we pause and enjoy the wind on our bodies. I feel as though the gentle breeze is embracing me as a human would. It warms me and sends pleasant shivers down my spine. I am now in a definite state of euphoria.

Further along the way, Liam plucks a large yellow lily and hands it to me. Its stamens reach out at me in an explicitly sexual manner. This sends me on a new train of thought, and I turn the flower over in my hand, marveling at its natural, organic sexuality and the way it stains my fingers yellow. When I mention this to my comrades, they just laugh, and Rene jokingly calls me a pervert. I am not upset at my peers for their reaction, but I do begin to dislike speaking in this state. I dislike the sound of my own voice and, occasionally, the sound of others’. Throughout the trip, I will frequently recommit myself to vows of silence and request that others keep their voices low.

We pass a sign that reads, “ZELDA’S VEGETABLES.” A woman is working in a garden across the street from the sign, and I think, That must be Zelda. Everyone hushes as we approach the woman, all of us suspecting she must know we’re tripping. She doesn’t look up when we pass. Normally, I would enthusiastically greet her, but under the influence of LSD, I feel most awkward and remain quiet.

Shortly before arriving at the trail, we pass another sign, this one put here by the state. It says, “NO PARKING SUNRISE TO SUNSET.” I ponder the message and think it’s profound that, in order for one to understand the simple instructions, one must first understand what a sunrise and sunset are. I am in awe that such a basic traffic sign relies upon the human understanding of two beautiful, cosmic occurrences.

5:30 PM - The five of us reach the entrance to the trail. I set the flower down by the side of the road, perceiving it as a symbol assuring our safe return.

When we pass beneath the trees, I realize I’m tripping hard, harder than I’ve ever tripped before. Visuals kick in almost instantaneously, every plant continuously radiates copies of itself into the air, and when the wind rustles the leaves, bright green tracers flow in their wakes.

Before we start the hike, we head down a familiar side path to the edge of a lake where we’d had a campfire several months earlier. A rusty old barrel sits in the brush just off the trail, and I feel strangely comforted when I look upon it.

The visuals I perceive at the lake are probably the strongest of the whole trip. The surface of a large tree in front of me ripples as if tiny raindrops are disturbing its liquid bark, and the shapes of its trunk spiral and squirm as if they are alive. I feel as though I am seeing sound. Across the lake, the trees blend into one another, there are trunks where the canopy ought to be, and vice versa. I look to the opposite shore of the lake and expect to see a moose at any moment. Everything here is bathed in a golden, peaceful light.

6:00 PM - Soon after we begin hiking down the main trail, I realize I am not enjoying the trek. I feel like I am in a storybook but I have no control over the ending of the tale. The trees and on either side of me quiver and emit emerald vapors, crowding my vision. The Flaming Lips song “It Overtakes Me” comes to mind. I hum it for a while and it boosts my morale, but claustrophobia sets in when I notice how narrow the path is. Furthermore, I realize that every step I take I will have to retrace on the way back, since there is not enough daylight left to make the full loop around the lake.

As it turns out, I am not the only one with qualms about this hike. Everyone seems to be expressing their dislike for heading deeper into the woods, and we’re all tripping so hard we’re having great difficulty communicating simple sentences to one another. With great difficulty, I suggest we agree on a time to turn back, and we settle on 7:00 PM.

We continue moving forward. The group is talking incessantly, and to me it sounds like a bunch of shouts and screams. Then I realize that everyone really is shouting and screaming. I can feel a headache coming on, and I’m starting to sweat. The mosquitoes are relentless. All I want is to turn back and get out of these damned woods, but I know that breaking our group’s unity will only make things worse.

The yelling escalates and so does my headache. There is still a great deal of disagreement about what to do. Should we leave the woods or continue hiking? All I know is that the chaos and confusion are mounting, and the trees are making me feel claustrophobic. Our group can’t make it fifty feet without stopping, splitting up, and going bonkers. At one point, Liam leaps off the path and perches himself on a rock. Another time, wanders off to find a tree he can climb. Further along, Jamie runs ahead on the trail and I fear she is lost. Steve is relatively silent the whole time, but I can tell he’s tripping just as hard as I am. The shouting continues and my head throbs. I sense that I’m teetering on the edge of a bad trip, and I pray I don’t start to panic. I am about to consider ditching everyone and getting the hell out of the woods, when somehow we come to a unanimous decision. We will turn around and head back. Hallelujah.

7:00 PM - We had probably only traveled a hundred yards in the span of an hour. Thankfully, going back is much quicker than going forward. My bad mood dissolves within moments, and I cheer up with every step I take. Liam and I walk ahead of the other three and express our relief at overcoming such a trying situation. I comment on how dynamic the trip has been, and resolve to think twice before going for another hike on LSD.

We return to the lake, and I am overcome with the same sense of peace and security as when I was first there. We relax and eat some food. I have some difficulty bringing myself to bite into an apple, it looks much more appealing whole. Eventually, though, I take a bite out of it, and I’m amazed at how carnivorous I feel. Words like “consume” and “devour” play through my mind. I feel like I am killing the apple, like I am tearing it apart, but I don’t feel any sympathy for it (which is good, because I am very hungry).

When I’m through, I toss the apple into the lake and read the first page of a book Steve brought along. I have a hard time doing so, because the words are moving too much for me to focus on them. I put the book down and take out a Magic Eye book. The images are astounding. Liam finds them hilarious, and laughs until he cries. Rene wants to order a pizza. Steve is fascinated by tiny holes in the log upon which we are sitting. Jamie squeals in lysergic bliss.

7:30 PM - At last, we pack up and head back to Steve’s house. On the way out of the woods, we pass a small group of kids about our age. Only a few minutes ago, I had jokingly asked my friends, “What’s the proper etiquette if you pass another hiker and you’re on acid?” I greet the kids, but my words feel empty and awkward. None of us speaks for a minute after passing the other group, then, when we are out of earshot, all of us burst out laughing. I hope I don’t have to encounter any more strangers.

Upon reaching the road, I spot the yellow lily I had placed on the side of the pavement. A frown crosses my face when I see it’s been flattened.

The rest of the walk is great. Now that we’re out of the woods entirely, my mood elevates considerably. I feel much more sociable, and there is much laughter among my companions and I. At one point, I spot a tractor ahead, coming towards us down the street, except in my current state I cannot tell that it’s a tractor. In fact, I have no idea what it is, just like what happened to me earlier with the locusts. My brain seems to be trying simultaneously to classify the red machine as a robot, ostrich, and police officer. Though the tractor is many yards ahead, I cower until it turns off the road.

A friend of ours calls one of our phones to see how we’re doing. I have great difficulty using a phone, so I give up and hand it to someone else.

At a four-way intersection, the unthinkable happens. A man stops his car next to us and politely asks for directions. We stare blankly at him, our jaws hanging. The man’s face is horribly disfigured. A few of us snicker. I try to take control of the situation and blurt out, “Uh, I’m sorry, I’m not from around here.” My voice sounds thin, awkward, and childlike. He waves in response, says “Thanks anyway,” and drives away. Well, most of him drives away. While his car and body speed forward down the road, his head reminds behind, suspended in midair, transparent and still dreadfully disproportionate. I blink, and then the head seems to realize it has been left behind and whizzes to catch up with its body.

The remainder of the walk back to Steve’s, while relatively uneventful, is full of beauty and companionship. I take in the full splendor of the countryside and we watch the sun on its descent to the horizon.

8:15 - We arrive back at Steve’s just as the daylight is beginning to decline. A realm of new possibilities opens, and suddenly there is so much to do. We’ve been tripping for about four hours now, and I want to make the best of the time I have left.

For the next hour or two, the five of us listen to music (primarily Jaco Pastorius’ self-titled album), relax in Steve’s hot tub, and sit on his back porch admiring nature. At one point, after smoking a Djarum, Steve turns pale and becomes ill. Though I know it isn’t his fault, his nausea and general feelings of sickness bring my mood down tremendously. For a while, I develop a new sensitivity to other persons’ voices, and I find myself seeking solitude. Eventually, Steve vomits and feels much better. After that, my good mood returns and my irritability vanishes.

I recall what a friend of mine had advised me to do if I take LSD. He suggested I lock myself in a bathroom and turn out the lights, promising me that I would “be transported.” I follow his advice. He’s right, as soon as the lights go out, the bathroom walls jettison away and I find myself on a vast, cold, empty plane surrounded by robots “breathing” heavily in my ears. Spirals and waves of spheres and colors fly around my vision, and I can make out prehistoric creatures roaming about in the distance. I emerge from the bathroom minutes later in a state of profound awe. I urge my friends to try what I’ve just experienced. They do, and they’re all amazed.

9:30 - Rene has been pestering us for almost an hour to invite two of our other friends to join us. Initially, all of us are opposed to the idea, as we had agreed earlier to limit the number of people to five. As time goes by, though, Rene’s insistence becomes unbearable and we agree to hang out with our other friends Tom and Seth. They arrive stoned out of their minds, and their arrival brings about a more sociable atmosphere.

For the rest of the night, as the trip mellows out, we sit around Steve’s table on his patio and smoke cigars, drink a beer or two (no one gets drunk), and engage in good conversation. We go for walks and talk about the day, sharing our experiences and introspections.

12:00 - I turn twenty years old. The seven of us celebrate by smoking two bowls of sour diesel. With the exceptions of Tom and Seth, who didn’t take LSD, all of our trips are boosted significantly. We freestyle, experiment with words and phrases, and dance around to Snooks Eaglin.

2:30 - We’re inside now, making food and listening to music. We lounge around Steve’s great room in darkness and listen to the entirety of Dark Side of the Moon. Boards of Canada, Incubus, and the Grateful Dead also find their way into our ears. To conclude the night, we watch Disney’s Fantasia.

Around 4:00 in the morning, the true enormity of the trip settles in, and I conclude without a trace of doubt that today I had the most intense experience of my entire life. And, now that my mind has finally slowed down enough, I close my eyes and fall asleep next to Jamie.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64562

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 3, 2010	Views: 8,751

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 0:00
		 10 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Escitalopram
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Over my spring break this year, some friends and I decided to do acid together.  I had done a bunch of research beforehand, because I've had some bad experiences with my psych meds, and I know how easy it is to really screw up my brain chemistry.  All I turned up was that my Lexapro was probably going to lessen the effects of acid or shrooms, so I figured it wasn't too dangerous and I'd go ahead.

I took two hits on sugar cubes, about an hour apart.  I was with three other people, one of whom was planning not to take any but wound up joining us, and later my partner came home and had some as well.  We ranged from one hit to three (though one of the sugar cubes had two drops on it, and we never figured out which one).  It took me a while to come up, which I attribute to the SSRI because I noticed the same thing with 2cb recently.  I started out just seeing the shadows move, colors in the corners of my eyes, and such.  Eventually I started seeing the ceiling move, trailers of my hand, and the kinds of visuals I'd been expecting.  It wasn't very colorful for me, and I think the only one of us seeing colors was the guy who'd bought it, who took three hits.

I got really warm, which happens when I drink also, and pretty uncoordinated at times.  When I looked in the mirror, I thought my pupils were moving in and out, and I saw the same on some other people.  One of the friends I was with said that when she looked in the mirror she saw herself aging and her flesh melting off her bones, but I didn't get anything near so interesting, just my pupils.  Most of the visuals I got were in the patterns on the stucco ceiling.  It seemed to be moving, and I saw lots of different images, a lot of them sort of in a woodcut style.

We dropped a little after noon, and sure enough we were up very late.  I came down before everyone else, which I'm pretty sure was the effect of the Lexapro.  It was still hard for me to sleep, but most of the visuals and the weirdness of mind had gone while everyone else was still giggling about the ceiling.  I don't think I had much of a headtrip, based on what my friends have talked about.  The visuals were plenty fun for me though.

Overall, I really enjoyed my acid trip, and I'd love to do it again, probably three hits in hopes of some colors.  It really wiped me out, being awake and 'on high' for twelve or fourteen hours, but it was over break so I could afford to be a slug the next day.  I've since tried pot, and it seems like it would be great for the day after, since it sends me into a cozy little pile on the couch and I nap.

I haven't found anything else online about escitalopram, though the info on other SSRIs has been really helpful, so if you're on it, I'd love to see your experiences.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52757

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 21, 2010	Views: 33,810

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Pharms - Escitalopram (304), LSD (2), SSRIs (396) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   119 lb

This is a funny/not-so-funny at the time story I just wanted to share just in case any of you decided to be a daredevil and go to a job interview while trippin' balls!!!!

I was 16 years old and had experimented with quite a bit of drugs by this point, considering myself a veteran.  This included : LSD (20+?)times, shrooms, meth, crack, coke, weed, Special K, and X.  I had a job interview that day at a large chain store.  I had tripped the night before so I decided to double the dose and go to this interview (obviously I wasn't too serious about the job).  I new it would be boring so what the heck?  It was a interview and training session in which they would go over everything one needed to know about being a prize employee :)

Right before I left my house I dropped 2 1/2 hits (about 10:00 am), doubling the dose because I had tripped the night before.  To the interview, I was told to bring my driver's license, social security card, and references, the usual.  My mom gave me a ride and told me to call her when it was over.  That's when I first felt it kick in.  I felt energized and a little nervous (I always get this weird perma-grin when I trip as I headed into the store.  This particular store was attached to the mall so the only entrance to the actual store was right inside the mall.  I went inside and headed to the manager/employee section in the back.

I was fine at this point (actually smiling to myself thinking how cool I was).  Then I started tripping just as I walked into a small room with a T.V., a long table, and folding chairs that we would all be training in. I went in and waited for everyone to get situated.  This was about 10:45 and I was starting to trip HARD!!  I was still just chillin', when someone I knew from school walked and sat across from me and said hi. The manager asked for everyone's I.D.'s and SS cards.  I went to reach for mine... and that is when the panic started.

I realized I had left my I.D. in my room at home.  Under normal circumstances this would not have been a big deal...  I raised my hand and told the manager what happened.  She suggested I go call my mom and just have her bring it over.  I left the room trying not to freak out.  It did not cross my mind to use the office phone so I headed through the store and down the mall to the pay phone.  As I walked through the store everything was a blurrrrr.  I was tripping HARD.  I thought everyone was looking at me like I was a freak and imagined how strange I looked.  I started to sweat and panic, walking faster and faster down the mall.  I was wearing high-heeled shoes and my feet kept slipping off them because they were so sweaty.  I finally reached the pay phone and called my mom stammering to her about what I needed.  She said she would bring it when she picked me up.  I walked back to K-MART, still freaking out but feeling a little better.  I saw clothes, people, lights blurred and throbbing.  Everyone was staring at me.  I got back to the room a little flustered but was able to calm down when we started to watch some video about catching people shop-lifting.

Then it was time for the questions.  The lights came on and we were randomly asked questions about the video.  She asked me one and everyone looked at me.  I did not comprehend what she was saying, whatsoever, so I look at the table and said 'ummmmmmm.... I am going to have to pass.'  Everyone looked at me strangely, including her, and I started to drip sweat.  People were looking at me really weird and all I could think about was how strange I probably looked to them and how I had to get out of the room.  The table started swirling into a lake and I politely removed my elbows, pen, and papers from it... She asked me another question and I just said some strange thing that made everyone look at me again... I have no idea the question or reply.

Finally, it was over.  Time for the one-on-one interviews in the managers office.  We patiently waited for our name to be called, one-by-one.  I was trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.  That's when the guy I knew asked me, 'are you okay? you seem sort of weird.'  Oh no, I thought, he knows!!!  I just stared at him, he looked like the evil guy from the first Mask movie.  FREAK!!  Just then my name was called and I raced out of the room, knocking over  my chair in the process-I did no bother to look back.

The manager's office was in a tiny white room with florescent lights blaring and a small desk.  She asked me to sit in the seat across from her to ask me some questions.  I was sweating, my eyes were DIOLATED like mad, and her face was completely distorted to the point I couldn't even tell what she looked like.  She asked me some questions, of which I don't remember, while I tried not to run.  And then... I was hired!!  WOW!!!! I can only think that they needed help really badly or that there are a lot of freaks who apply for jobs there.

Anyways, story of the moral (I know I said that) is: DON'T GO TO A JOB INTERVEIW ON LSD!!!!  And remember your Social Security Card.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 47460

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Jan 7, 2010	Views: 6,631

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Workplace (51)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 Pharms - Risperidone
		 (daily)

		 Pharms - Mirtazapine
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

My nightmare began in late November of 2006.  I had had a bad reaction to LSD, and, after hallucinating and having other bizarre experiences for two months, I decided to check myself into a hospital for treatment.  This was in October of 2006, October 26th to be exact.  In the hospital, I was given 3mg of Risperdal to treat my *unusual* state of mind, along with a small dose of Remeron, a multi-vitamin, and the chance to take Restoril (to calm my nerves) as needed.  I was in the hospital for eight days total, and left feeling mostly stable and strong, with a prescription for Risperdal, along with a prescription for Remeron, in hand.  I returned to work the following day.  I had continued to work from the time I reacted badly to the LSD, up until the time I checked myself into the hospital.

In terms of the meds and my mood, everything started out all well and good, for the most part, except the Remeron gave me weird dreams and restless legs at night, and the Risperdal made me feel overly blunted and sedated.  Then, one night, I decided to masturbate.  So I did.  Masturbate.  After a few minutes, the time came to...let things fly, as it were.  My muscles tightened in anticipation of the ensuing pleasure, my penis started twitching and...and...nothing came out.   Good god, what the f*ck?  Nothing came out!  What the f*ck!  I had an orgasm but didn't come!  Couldn’t come!  What the f*ck?   This was a prelude to later and greater dysfunction, my first glimpse at some of the horrid side effects of psychiatric medications…

But anyhow, moving along, somehow I knew the Remeron was responsible for my inability to ejaculate.  I stopped taking it, continuing only to take the Risperdal.  My ability to ejaculate returned.  Things went on from here.  I didn't miss the Remeron, and the Risperdal, though not pleasant by any means, did help tone down my mind, which was still overactive.  I felt productive enough at work, and felt like my overall condition was stabilizing.  Within two weeks, I dropped my daily intake of Risperdal from 3mg to 1.5 mg.

Fast forward to Thanksgiving.   Here, things get blurry.  I live in a major east coast city, and I traveled to visit my parents, who live in the suburbs of another major east coast city.  That much I remember.  I remember having the desire to masturbate, but not being able to get erect. I believe the Risperdal was responsible.  I remember being horrified that I couldn‘t get an erection.  I remember trying desperately, as hard as I could, to get…hard, but my plumbing wouldn’t cooperate.  No matter what I did, I couldn‘t get an erection.  Again, what the f*ck?   What’s going on here?  Fear.  Fear.  More fear.  I walked to CVS from my parents house.   I bought a bottle of Horny Goat Weed.   Took two capsules.  Waited.  My soldier wasn’t being revived.  More fear.

Things got worse.  Right around this time, erection issue aside, still visiting my parents (..I think.?.), f*ing Risperdal REALLY started clamping down on my nervous system.  With the force of one thousand bricks.   One thousand bricks.  Words cannot begin to describe the horror, the absolute and TOTAL horror, of what this was like (…fear….confusion….chaos…Oh my god!…Oh, my god!…Oh, my god!…What’s happening?…What the f*ck is happening?…Oh, my god!…).  I felt a cold and lifeless chemical presence “sterilizing” the tubes attached to my testicles.  I became one-hundred percent impotent.  Fear.  INCREDIBLE ANXIETY.  Mental horror.  My insides annihilated.  Fear.  My libido deadened, decimated.  Terror.  My imagination completely and totally stripped away.  Oh my god, what’s happening?  Make this stop!  Please!  Fear.  Terror.  Horror.  My emotional life destroyed.  Please!  My consciousness dislodged from my body.  Can’t sit still, can’t sit still.  Fear.  Fear.  Fear.  Everything blurry, my soul twisting, unimaginable torture…  I became a lifeless wreck, a complete and total lifeless wreck.  I couldn’t read, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t feel…  I tried lowering the dose of Risperdal.  My mind would spin.  Up the dose again.  More horror, so less Risperdal.  My mind would spin.  Again.  And so on, and so forth.  Very unpleasant.

Fast forward again.  I’ve been off of Risperdal for thirteen months, but the symptoms I’ve described, which started one month after starting Risperdal, have not yet completely gone away.  I still have virtually no libido, my erectile function is far from being fully intact, my emotional life is only a fraction of what it once was.  On bad days, I feel like there’s a gaping hole between my ears, or like I’m a walking spinal cord and set of frontal lobes.  I’ve spent eight hundred some odd dollars on vitamins and minerals and herbs and amino acids and protein shakes and other nutraceuticals in an attempt to heal the damage.

I am slowly healing, though, after all this time, slowly healing.  Sometimes I feel like giving up, especially when the lobotomized feeling is most salient, but somehow I manage to continue, in spite of feeling like an inhuman mess much of the time…Yeah, somehow I manage to continue, and I am slowly healing…

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 68888

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 12, 2010	Views: 14,999

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