		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

We were in class one day, me, my friend Idi, and her boyfriend Chris. We were all talking about what we were gonna do this weekend and we all pretty much had nothing to do so Chris asked us if we wanted to smoke pot. I had never done it and was pretty curious about it so me and idi agreed on it. Later on that day, Chris said that we should all trip on acid. Idi and I had never tried that and I’ve always been really curious and interested in hallucinogens so we agreed on that too. I was really excited and couldn't wait till Friday night.

The plan was...our friend lilia which has a car was gonna be our chaperone. She was gonna pick us up and take us to the mall, at the mall we were gonna drop the acid gellies and go to the Imax theatre which is a 3d theatre. Anyway, she ended up selling us out so we were all stranded at idi's house with 30 bucks worth or weed and 6 hits of acid. We really didn't wanna wait to do it so we decided to just do it at idi's house.

Around 5:30 PM, we all walked to the field of an elementary school nearby and smoked the blunt we had. I got really high off the weed. I was really relaxed and felt like if I was floating and obviously it screwed with my judgement because before we left idi's house, I promised myself that I wasn't gonna drop the gellies until we got back to idi's house because I didn't wanna cross any streets while I was tripping, well, I ended up dropping them anyways, 2 blue hits of acid gellies.

We all dropped them and started walking to a grocery store to buy some munchies. We got a shit load of food and while we were in line to pay for our food, I realized that it was hitting me. All of a sudden, my heart started racing and I looked down at my chest and it literally looked like if my heart was gonna pop out. I freaked out and started walking out of the grocery store with my friends. On the way out though, there was a mirror, and I looked at myself and I looked disgusting. I looked like a corpse, I was extremely pale and I could see my vains clearly, they were bulging and my eyes seemed to get bigger and smaller.

So anyway, we left and started walking back to her house. On the way over there, we encountered a real busy street, there were lots of cars and I was afraid to cross. At first the cars would seem to be real far away, and in an instant they were right in front of me, but they would stay in front of me for a long time, and they would stretch real long too, and once again, in an instant, with the blink of an eye, they weren't there anymore, they were at the far end of the street. When I saw that there were no cars in sight, no lights what so ever, I crossed as fast as I could. When we finally got to idi's house, it was around 6:15. Idi and I went to her room and waited for Chris, he was preparing everything we wanted in the kitchen. The orange juice, because supposedly vitamin c enhances your trip on acid, and food, just in case we got hungry.

Chris left us alone in the room probably for about 5 minutes, but for me, it felt like an hour. Idi and I were walking around in her room, we had totally forgotten about Chris, and we were laughing our asses off. For no reason at all, we would just look at each other and start laughing. Everything also seemed to be foggy. It was weird though because I felt like if I was on the outside looking at idi and I trip out. I guess what you call an 'out of body experience.'

Finally, Chris got to the room and he just sat on the bed with us, for a long while, we just sat there laughing and looking around the room and I couldn't stop looking at the clock. I looked and it said 7:15, then it seemed like if half an hour passed by and I looked at the clock again and it was only 7:17. My time perception was totally screwed up. Then, I don’t who and I don’t know at what time, because I was completely out of it and it seems as if I lost consciousness for a while, not literally, but meaning the drug took total control over my mind and body, someone popped in the new Beatles CD in and we started listening to it.

It totally mellowed us out and it was the coolest psychedelic experience ever. While we were listening to them, I seemed to be in an animated world, there were sparkly, glittery trails all over the place, amazingly colorful patterns splashed all over the walls and floor, even on my friends faces at times and the patterns seemed to be moving at the beat of the music. Also, the music sounded incredibly beautiful, it totally invaded my ears. At the beginning of each song, the sound was really low and I would try to concentrate to hear the music better but little by little it would get louder and louder until it felt like if I was at a concert, and when it would be getting louder, an imaginary stereo would appear in front of my face and I would see the volume button turning by itself.

Also, at one point, my body started tingling kind of at the beat of the music and I started to stare at the radio and I saw musical notes and butterflies coming out of the speaker. We spent most of our peak listening to the Beatles CD. When a fast, happy song like 'penny lane' would play, nice memories of my past popped into my head and I thought positively. I felt pure ecstasy. It was like if I was in my idea of what my utopia would be like. And my surroundings were bright, colorful, and sparkly, and also, the walls and doors were 'breathing' but then, when a sad, depressing song like 'let it be' or 'yesterday' would play, everything changed. I would think of very depressing memories and I would feel really down. I would think of death and suicide. And also, my surroundings changed completely. Everything was dark and gloomy and objects like the TV or the mirror would melt. In times like that, I really wanted my trip to end, it scared the shit out of me. But I just thought to myself that it wasn't gonna stay like that for the rest of the trip and that it'll soon be over.

After the Beatles CD ended, someone popped Disney’s Aladdin in the VCR and we started watching it. I don't really recall watching the movie step by step, I guess my mind drifted off into another dimension. All I remember is the little monkey from the movie, Abu coming out of the TV and jumping on Chris' head. It was hilarious, I started laughing like crazy.....Before I knew it, it was 11:30 and idi's parents wanted to go to sleep so her mom took me home. I only live a few blocks from idi and it usually takes like 5 minutes to get to my house and to me, it seemed like 45 minutes. even though my peak was over, I was still kinda' tripping. When I walked in my house, I got extremely paranoid. I thought my parents were gonna notice that I was on drugs so I rushed to my room and thankfully they didn't notice.

I tried to go to sleep because I was really sleepy but I couldn't. My back would bother when I would lay down so I just sat up and started watching cartoons. It was funny because even though my peak was over, my vision was still 'tripping.' the cartoons were kinda 3d and the TV was 'breathing.' also, the tiles on the floor seemed like if they were floating on black sea. After a while, all the effects from the acid completely stopped and I ended up going to sleep like at 5:00 am. The next day I woke up like around 4:00 PM and I was totally 'pookied-out.' I didn't want to get out of bed. I just wanted to lay down all day, just sleep forever....anywayz, I absolutely loved and enjoyed my experience while 'tripping nuts.' it was amazing. I think it's awesome, how everything changes, all of your senses are altered, you see and hallucinate beautiful things, your body tingles, the music you listen to sounds heaven sent, and what you eat is much more tastier than usual. It’s just great, and I won't think twice about doing it again, and I totally recommend it to all those who are curious about it.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 6233

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 17, 2002	Views: 13,087

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


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

One night my friend Tiffany and I were calling around trying to find something to do. Well she gets a hold of this one guy that she is pretty good friends with and he says he has acid and we could come over to his house and trip. It had been almost two months since I had tripped last and I was really excited about being able to do it again. However I did not know these people we were going to trip with and I was a little uneasy about going over there, but since acid was involved I went anyways.

As soon as we got there I was feeling really out of place, maybe because these people were like 8 years older than me, I don’t know. That’s what I think it was anyways. Well about 30 minutes or so pass and I am all thinking, yeah these people are cool, I feel comfortable enough to trip here now. So the guy goes and he gets the acid for us. So I take my 2 hits of silver fluff that are on sugar cubes and I watch everybody else take theirs. Tiffany buys four and she decides that four might be too much so she gives me another so we can be even. When really she knew we would not be even because I trip way harder than her.

Half an hour later I am getting this really good feeling all over me (to me this kind of feels like a roll). Then I start to see tracers like crazy and everything is breathing furiously. Not too long after that I am full blown tripping, seeing mushrooms, smoking caterpillars, stars and other cartoon like visuals floating in the air. Then I look over at this vine going down his wall and it starts to come at me. I look away because I didn’t want to see anything like that. That didn’t do much good because as soon as I looked away I started to stare at this rug he had. The brown on the rug turned into millions of hideous worms with razor sharp teeth that were lunging at me and I could see the vine out of the corner of my eye and it was starting to wrap around my throat.

I then got up because I could not deal with all of that, but when I got up I could not move. I had forgotten how to walk. So I just stood there for about 5 minutes trying to remember how to walk. Soon after that I did not know my name or my best friends name. I really started to worry about myself and began to cry. Tiffany then took me outside to get me away from all the music to try and see what was going on with me. We get outside and it looks so beautiful to me. I was happy for a second then I looked down at the grass and it turned into the same worms I just tried to get away from. This time they were coming right up to my face and I could hear them screeching and hear their jaws opening and closing. It sounded like the effects they do on movies with this sort of scene. I tried to close my eyes and escape them but what I saw when I did that was even worse. Countless numbers of eyeballs were looking at me. They were the most evil things I have ever seen. They were all on these snakelike bodies that were weaving back and forth. I reopened my eyes and saw the eyes and the worms all over me and on the ground.

It was then that I started kicking and screaming trying to squash what I was seeing. I really thought they were going to eat me. Tiffany grabs me and tells me that none of what I was seeing was real. I come back to reality for a minute. What happened next was so crazy I can’t even believe I went through it.

I find this very hard to explain but I will try my best. The bad stuff started to go away and I was back to stars and pretty stuff. Periodically that would stop and it was back to killer worms. I found myself seeing all of these things at once. Then they separated and were not in the same area as another. I noticed that I was still seeing the same things though (both of them). The trip then intensified and I could feel in my brain that I had two trips going on in my body. I could see the good stuff on one side, the bad on the other. I was so confused I could not even talk. I told Tiffany what was going on and she asked if I could pick one side over the other. I told her I could try but then I was asking her which side I should go on. Something was trying to get me to stay with the bad side. She said the good so that was what I told myself to choose.

We then went back inside and things started to go a lot better for me. Even though I was seeing horrendous monsters when I closed my eyes, I was still seeing pretty stuff which was more prevalent that the evil stuff at this point. From that point on I had a good trip I guess you could say, but all that other stuff was still in the back of my mind. I just had to ignore it.

That so far is the only bad trip I have had. Hopefully it is the only one I will ever had. That did not stop me from tripping though. I still do it about every other week. I know now that even if you are feeling the slightest bit unsure about taking lsd or are not comfortable with who your are with or where you are, don’t take any because a night planned for all fun can turn into a what seems like a never-ending hell.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6217

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 17, 2002	Views: 10,366

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


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I had been wanting to trip for some time now, being that the last time I did it was about 4 months ago (Dec.)  I purchased 3 hits of acid that were dropped on sugar cubes.

Setting:

In my room, with a little night light on at first; switched to black light later on.  Many glow in the dark things on the walls and around the room.

I ate the cubes at around 12:15 or so in the AM.  I expected it to take awhile to kick in, but I was wrong.  It took maybe 25 minutes.  It seemed like a rather short time anyway.

The first thing I noticed was my carpet.  There were designs all over it that looked like indentations.  I thought they were every single footprint that has ever been placed on my carpet.  I believe it was soon after this I started noticing the tracers.  I was using the computer for some time just looking for backgrounds on web pages that would fit the mood.  I was also listening to some trance.  When the acid first started to take hold, I could feel every beat of the music moving throughout my entire body.  It was the most wonderful sensation.  It made me so happy, I couldn't stop smiling.

At some point during the trip I lied down on my bed and held one of my stuffed animals.  I started to *deep* think.  Everything just (not just objects) seemed so wonderful in life.  I felt a great amount of love to everyone, even tho there was no one around at the time, except someone sleeping in another room.  I felt that everything was so perfect and that nothing should ever change.  I felt like I would never be unhappy again.  Everything fit together and was unified as one.

This was a pretty moving experience for me.  I don't know if I've ever felt so content in my life.  I'm in the after affects as I write this.  I'm running on about an hour of sleep and am getting pretty tired.  There's still the 'I'm not all here; funny body feeling' all over me.  I must say it was definitely worth the experience.  I hope to have more like this one in the future.  I enjoy going deeper into the trip than just thinking, 'Oh this is cool dude, everything's moving.'  I mean, that part is very cool, but it means a bit more to me than just that.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6250

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 18, 2002	Views: 15,993

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   58 kg

The following is an attempt at describing MY new beliefs of reality (with the English language as my toolkit!):

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“Oh no!” “This can’t be!”

During this trip, I had the realization that what I think of as our life in this universe is merely the dreaming of our potentially higher state of consciousness. This is presumably similar in the way that our normal dreams are of a relatively lower state of consciousness. In this simpler dream, physical reality doesn’t exist. This also appears to be the case in the psychedelic state of consciousness. It is not necessary for it to.

Relative representation of states of consciousness:

-

Psychedelic

-

Normal

-

Sleep

-

There may be states in between, above and below these. Who knows!?

The differences I observed between these states are:

1) Perceptions become increasingly complex at higher levels. (Keep in mind that it would be daring to draw conclusions from statistics of just 3 cases!)

2) Time is perceived very differently at each level.

3) Events that have occurred at levels of consciousness below that which I am at seem to have small significance to the bigger picture of the relatively higher level.

4) Yet events that have occurred at levels of consciousness above that which I am at, do significantly affect my future thoughts at the relatively lower level.

5) Sleep appears to be solely my ‘imagination’ whereas this state (and the psychedelic state) are shared with other life forms.

One of the (pleasing?) implications of physical reality not existing at different levels of consciousness is that physical death is extremely unlikely to be the end of the line. While I can give no rational argument to back this up (if there was, you would have already heard it from somebody else), I can tell you that in the psychedelic state it is as intuitively clear that consciousness transcends physical confines as it is in the normal state that, say, other people have their own consciousness too.

This sounds pretty rosy and might appear to be a good reason to take LSD so I can reassure myself that I don’t have to spend my life worrying about running out of time. But after this life could just as well be something unimaginably bad. ‘Permanent death’ would be an absolute blessing if after physical death our consciousness perhaps shifted into a permanent psychedelic-like state where we couldn’t cope, and leading to eternal hell. Nobody can know, let’s be optimistic!

For the moment, I have no further reason to take more LSD. I honestly feel I have discovered that consciousness does not end at physical death, and this knowledge is all I need to enable me to relax and enjoy this life to the fullest. I can see only two other reasons for taking LSD. The first is psychotherapy and the second is recreation. To me, however, neither of these are worth the wager of insanity. Perhaps after physical death, there maybe reason (should it be possible), to explore consciousness further, but for now I can’t justify putting sanity on the line. It could well be the most important thing we ever have.

“Ahhhhhhh, yeeeeah! It’s nice to be back.”

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After all this, I’m not saying that science is invalid or pointless, but in the grand scheme of things it can only examine a subspace of the whole picture and therefore it cannot discover ‘the whole truth’.

No matter what happens, respect your well being, respect other people’s well being and do your best to tackle EVERYTHING with a positive attitude.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6329

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 18, 2002	Views: 11,096

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

Me and some friends of mine went to ekoostik Hookah's 10th anniversary concerts, and being hippies, we thought acid would probably be the thing to do. We had all tried it before, but none of us were really experienced. We were camping beforehand, so we'd smoked a lot of marijuana earlier, and a couple some of my friends had drank some beer, but we were all fairly sober by the time we got the concert.

First step, find some acid. No problem! We asked a couple people, and got directed to the right person. He told us 2 hits would have us seeing visuals within an hour. I took 2 hits at $5/hit, as did most of my friends, 2 of them took 1. This was apporximately 9:15 or 9:30, I'm not real sure of the time. A couple minutes later, I heard the guy we bought it from telling someone else about it '2 hits will send you to the cosmos.' Wait a minutes, didn't I just take 2 hits?

About 10 minutes later, I could feel the acid starting to work. I started to feel jittery and anxious and had problems keeping still. Fortunately, the music started not too long thereafter, and I got up to dance.

I had been daning for about 10 minutes or so, a song or 2 into the first set, when a hippie chick who had put a sticker on my face earlier walked up to me. I spent almost the entire first set making out with her, and didn't find out anything more about her than her name. I must say, that was probably the best way to come on to acid that I could ever imagine. It's difficult to say how much the LSD was really affecting me at this point, as I was rather busy, there was something odd happening. Things were starting to get WIERD.

During the break, I met back up with my friends who had dissappeared. After talking to them, I realized a good portion of the audience was tripping on the same stuff. This is when I realized how hard I was tripping. Talking in coherent sentences was extremely difficult, I could see trails off of almost everything. When I went into a different section of the music hall, the light was a more yellow color, and everything looked dirty all of a sudden, and everyone's eyes were red (probably from pot) and everyone looked sickly. So we got out of there and went upstairs to the back where we could relax.

The setbreak seems to last forever (so did the first set) and it was almost agonizing the way it dragged on. I gave up looking for the chick because I was just tripping too hard. Finally, Hookah came back out. I realized not long thereafter, that one of my friends wasn't having that good a time. He was usually weary of crowds and I think it was just too much for him. Almost everyone else in the group was around dancing and having a good time, but I sat with him through most of it. He was really quiet most of the time, but would occasionally say something about him being dead and asking for answers. He had 5 or 6 sentences he more or less kept repeating. I knew it would be really difficult to get him out of there, so I just kept hoping that the set would last longer. By the time they got to the encore, all I could see of the band members were giant blurs when they played their instruments or otherwise moved. It felt like everything and everyone in the plus was wired in, even the band and the music.

At about 2:00, 2:30 in the morning the show ended. We managed to get my friend who was having the bad trip outsite, although it took a lot of work. We hung outside the music hall with a big group of hippies until we found my other two friends. One of them had started having a bad trip and they had left before the show ended, but she had been talked down by my other friend.

At this point, we piled into our cars, we had 2 drivers, both of whom took 1 hit. I don't advocate driving on LSD, it was probably pretty dumb, don't do it, but we had no choice, it was that or hang out by the car and risk getting arrested. The guy who was freaking out went in the other car, while I went with 2 of my other friends. I tried to get up back to the campsite, because I was the only one who knew the area, but I just couldn't find it. So we made it back to my house, I had to wake my dad up unfortunately, but he was so tired, I don't think he noticed. From there we called my friend's at the campsite. The guy who freaked out was coming around, so we hung around for an hour so we could come down a little. At about 5:00 AM we left for the campsite, we arranged a meeting with someone who knew where we were going and he led us back to the site. We stayed up and talked past dawn. The visuals were still with us, but our thought patterns had returned to normal. If I thought about it I could still see some mild trails and other faint visuals until about 7:00 or 8:00 the next day.

A very interesting time. The most intense trip I could ever imagine having. I had a good time, despite my friend, who returned to reality shortly after returning to the camp, though I don't think he will ever try LSD again. I'm sure I will, but it's gonna be a while, this trip had given me a lot to think about, especially musically and about the connections between band audience, and other things of that nature. It reminded me very much of what I'm imagining the acid tests were like in the '60s. Always check to make sure you know the potency of the acid you're taking, this stuff was amazingly strong, and really did send us to the cosmos. I almost lost control a couple times and my friend did. Never ever ever underestimate acid, that's the only advice I can give to anyone.

Peace

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6288

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 18, 2002	Views: 8,723

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


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

As I sit here at my computer terminal and reflect on the last few years of my life I am still in disbelief. I wanted to share my story of experimental drug use and where that road took me. Six months after I started using marijuana, a friend ask me if I wanted to try LSD. At this time of my life I was a second year college student who was happy, athletic, religous and success-driven at school. I came from a perfectly innocent life that epitimized 'Leave It To Beaver'. I never even drank until I 19. Innocently though I began using pot on rare occasions and I eventually became facinated by the unknown drug, LSD.

After a little enticing from a friend I decided to trip. This first experience was wonderful for me. I had so much fun and seemed to learn so much through new perceptions that I had formed from tripping. I didn't trip again for one month but when I decided to drop again it became a habit every two weeks for 4 months. I usually dropped two gel tabs on those weekends and enjoyed the company of friends wherever we were and whatever we did.

During this time I became facinated with the new ideas that were forming as a result of taking acid. I felt that I was becoming smarter, or maybe more aware. It seemed perfectly normal that my friends and I tripped every two weeks. We were doing good in our college courses overall and it seemed perfectly balanced. As I reached the third month in which I was tripping it was more about expanding my mind than anything else. Pot is to get high and feel the buzz but LSD is for the knowledge and experience. I knew at the time that there are consequeces for every action that we take but I believed the consequence of taking acid was the responsibility of more knowledge and a loss of innocence. By the time I was leaving college for the summer my mind was semi-fried. I believed that it was perfectly permissable that reality could be a hoax, an illusion of the mind. I battled thoughts on how there was no such thing as a common shared reality since I had learned through tripping that everybody perceives differently. In theory we could all just could be brains in a tank hooked to wires or that nobody else really existed.

I chose not to do drugs of any sort over the summer in response to my frazzled state of mind. When I returned to college, however the temptations were too great. My use continued on a less frequent basis but my trips were becoming wilder. I went to parties all night long, taking everything to the limit. In addition to smoking pot, I know had tried mushrooms, opium, hash, nitrous oxide and an array of painpills. I was changing due to my experiences with acid. I became incredebly interested in philosophy and abstract concepts; something I never really could get into. I lost all my faith in God or rather I was became confused. I became more introspective and constantly thought about philosophic notions. I was still learning and that was my rationalization to sustain my usage. My trips were still wonderful experiences that I enjoyed immensely.

The problem point came in January of 2000. A lot of acid became available and I bought it. In January I ate 30 hits of paper. By the first of February I would and could just stare at the wall for hours...just thinking in a dazed out stupor. I felt different than ever before. I reached a new ability to think during this time. The way I describe it is as the equivelent to water busting through a damn full-force in all its fury. Now I began reading philosophy and other interests that came to mind but totally neglected every other area of my life. I couldn't get enough of books that stimulated my mind...that is books outside of my school curreculium.

I began partying to all hours of the night, drinking and smoking pot. Retrospectively, I was in a state of depression that fueled a circular drug frenzy...I was depressed so I drank and drinking and using drugs caused more depression. I could never get it through my thick skull that the acid had sent my bio-chemicals on a rollercoaster ride and it would take sometime for them to reestabilish normal levels. Four weeks before my graduation I realized what I was doing to myself. I still partied like no tomorrow but now I was trying to make-up for all the school work I hadn't been doing. I had missed two-thirds of all my classes and my professors were simply not simpathetic to somebody who never came to class.

I stayed-up around the clock doing projects and work almost in a cumpulsive manner. I couldn't do it. I was smart enough, had the potential to ace all of my courses but I couldn't do it. I put 300% in at the last minute and no matter what I did, I coudn't fix it. I came VERY close to having a nervious breakdown. I drank and drank and drank just hoping to go numb. I failed classes that were nessessary for me to graduate...JUST expanding my mind had now cost me a college degree. I was messed-up in the head from all this. I had such rage and depression problems. I attempted the two last courses I needed in the fall, while working part-time. I was convinced that I was behind my problems and that 'I could handle it'.

When I started my classes though I was on a 5 day DXM binge. I went to my first class and was in such a state that I couldn't really talk or write which was apparent from my notes. My vision was so blurred that I could see about 15 feet in front of me. Shortly thereafter I bought a sheet of paper. I was the party. Whenever I wanted to trip, me and whoever around me could trip if the wanted. I tripped with my friends and then by myself. After a while I knew that I had to get rid of the rest of the acid because my life was starting to resemble the movie 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.' It didn't matter though...it was too late. I became so depressed for about 6 weeks that there were times I didn't want to get out of bed. I knew I could do my school work but I got so overwhelmed that I just worried myself into submission. I just couldn't handle any stress because I was so emotionally unstable. I had no illusions this time about why I was so depressed. Hind sight is 20-20 goes the common saying...I just never invisioned the conseqences to be so severe. My classes were a failure...I began to beat my depression but not in enough time to pass my classes. 'What is wrong with me' I wondered? but I already knew.

I am now getting ready to graduate one year late. I got my act together and I will soon be a college graduate. I spent an entire year in total depression, a constant feeling of void and anxiety because I couldn't see that acid was a drug just like any other drug. It almost took from me everything and everybody I cared about and this is something I am deeply ashamed of. I am not saying not to try LSD, but what I am warning of is the severe consequences that are at hand if you are ready to overconsume acid or any drug for that matter. Go ahead and seperate your usage from my experience if you want to try to make yourself feel normal but the truth is I was invincible just like you. I never believed I had a problem until it was too late...DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! The narrator from the movie Magnolia said it best 'You might be through with the past, but the past ain't through with you'.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6741

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 21, 2002	Views: 46,465

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Health Problems (27), Depression (15), Post Trip Problems (8), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

I will remember the day for the rest of my life. I was about 15 yrs old, and had never touched any drug or alcohol yet. Never had I been high or drunk. I started hanging out with a new friend, him and some others had been experimenting with lsd for a few weeks. Needless to say the friend who i just met and was to have my first drug experiance with, a week before was in the hospital on an overdose from the lsd i was too take. ( shows my lack of maturity and descison making at the time)

     Well the story starts as i decide to sleep over this kids house. The plan was to get some pot the next morning and for me to get stoned for my first time.Well it turns out that we could not get pot so i was encouraged to try acid the next day. I figured what the hell? If these guys liked it i could handle it! My friend explained the feeling of acid as cool and u c things like snow flake patterns. So that morning we headed for the extrmemly packed mall. I quickly took the small blue double dosed tab on my tounge.

       within 20 minutes i was sitting on a bench staring at the floor with hysterical laughter. I no longer new my name or even cared. My friend looked at me and smiled, it only gets better he said. I then entered a candy shop and put a red hard candy in my mouth. within 5 minutes about 40 minutes into the trip all fuckin hell broke loose. the candy was flying out of my mouth, i could not control the feelings coming over my body, a red stream from the candy was shooting 5 feet out of my mouth! i quickly spit the candy on the floor.

     i was no longer in control... i was walking but in a constant dream, i still to this day do not know how i knew where to walk. i could not see anything. i was walking outside of my own body, my soul was half in and half out of my body.. i could see my own self walking with no mirror... everything was scrambled television.. my body waist was twisting like a corkscrew in a cartoon! I only had random glimpses of reality and fell into a time trap. minutes like days seconds felt as hours. the crowded mall drowned horrifying sounds. i begged to leave the mall but could not function. paranoia and nausea set in. i found myself vomiting in the crowded malls floor. bright green chunks flew in all directions.peoples faces were melting off. Yet i had no cared no worries.

      i was in a diffrent world. still to this day (5 years later) i have problems stepping into that mall. not until i was 18 did i dare to even touch a beer let alone any other drug. flashbacks occur often of walking down the street and i will walk out of my own body. i cant describe how powerful this drug is, only some people will experiance an effect like i had but i wish to warn anyone to know what u r getting into. lsd might be fun on a lower dose for me but i will not dare to touch it. lsd definitely scared me for life. my words cant explain the true nature of this disturbing trip.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 6418

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 24, 2002	Views: 13,368

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Difficult Experiences (5), Post Trip Problems (8), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   65 kg

All the names in this story have been changed.

This is something that I have been meaning to write for some time. Back when I used to take LSD, I felt as if I was invincible to this 'bad trip' that people so often spoke of. What is this...bad trip? I knew it not. I was always in complete control of myself. I scoffed at those who encountered mental difficulties with drugs. I was young, naive, and very foolish.

I would dose ridiculous amounts of LSD, eat a few milligrammes of Xanax, and watch the show for hours on end. One particular night, I didn't get the Xanax, but I'm not sure it would have helped anyway. My friend Ralph had ten hits of the best LSD I have ever seen. He took two, and I took eight. My estimate is 800 microgrammes, based on the idea that each hit had at least 100 microgrammes. (but I really have no idea) You will see why shortly.

Within fifteen minutes, visuals had started and we were both laughing uncontrollably. After forty-five minutes, neither one of us could see straight in front of us. We could not read or even tell where we were. We were in his apartment at school, but the atmosphere was getting worse by the second. I had just eaten a burrito, and I went to the bathroom and vomited it up. When I looked in the toilet, it appeared to be full of blood. I looked at my arms, and it looked as if all my veins had burst and blood was all around me. I grabbed paper towels and cleaned myself up and headed back to the main room.

I told my friend that I wanted a cigarette, but he didn't think I should go get them out of my car because we were too screwed up at the time. I thought that he was against me. I figured that he must have been an agent of the DEA or something, so I started asking him his name over and over again. He got extremely frustrated with me and then he soon forgot his name. I thought that this was proof that he was operating undercover with a fake name. I began to ask him if he was a guy, and he replied, 'I hope you don't normally ask people these questions.' I believed that this answer was even more proof of his need to avoid questions to cover his true identity. I began to shout and swear and say very perverse things to him and threaten disgusting sexual acts. I disrobed then almost completely and threw my socks at him. I curled up on the floor and began to say my name over and over again.

'Letters make up my name. If my name is Raoul, then I am Raoul. That means that I am an R, an A, an O, a U, and an L. But I am clearly not those letters, so I must not be Raoul.'

Panic.

'I am not Raoul?'

'Then I am anything I want to be.'

'I am Justin Otis. I am Jason Forsberg. I am David Winburn. I am Shane Roth. I am Ryan Gray. I am Loren Cleary.'

I picked up the phone and dialed a friend and yelled at him for a while, then put my clothes back on.

I decided that I had to have a cigarette, so I left the apartment, leaving my friend behind. I walked a short distance and saw a picnic table full of people eating hamburgers and ran up to it and jumped on top of the table and screamed, 'I am a lunatic! Do you see people act like this? Ever? Hell no! Because I'm crazy. I'm the freak that your parents warned you about. I am the statistic in your psychology book! Have you ever read 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'? I am Las Vegas!'

Well, it wasn't long before somebody called the cops and an undercover cop showed up and she pretended to want to help me. She found my pager in a pile of clothes of mine and asked what numbers were on there. I didn't know, so I told her to call them. I was on a college campus, where they had speaker call boxes at the bottom of the apartments. She called a few numbers, but got no answer. Then, the unthinkable happened. She saw the phone number of Maria, a girl who worked with me whom I had dated a few times previously. The cop called her and Maria answered. I heard her voice on the speaker phone and immediately became very embarrassed. The cop said, 'Hello. Do you know anybody named Raoul who would have your number on his pager?'

She replied that she did and that I worked with her. I walked up to the phone and yelled, 'Maria!'

'Yes?'

I softened my voice. 'Do you have a cigarette?'

'No,' she said quietly.

'Fuck!' I screamed and ran away from the phone.

The cop ended the phone conversation. She then led me to sit down and put on my shirt and shoes. I was starting to calm down very noticeably, and I started rambling on a bunch of nonsense about the way the universe works. I understood the cosmic nature of all actions and perceived that I had become one with Fate - a sense of eternal predestination. It was as if I understood that what was happening was preordained and that it was my destiny that night to die - even if I had to do it myself. The cop told me that I would not kill myself and that everything would be fine.

Then the boys in blue showed up. Six squad cars in all, and the drug task force. I thought that media cameras were there and I remember thinking that helicopters were flying around. I walked up to the police officers and threw myself at the ground and asked them to take me away. For it was tonight that I was to be executed for horrendous behaviour. They told me to get up and sit down. I did.

The first cop broke the ice.

'So, son, what's gong on?'

'I took eight hits of the dankest acid you have ever seen - and now I'm a lunatic. I'm going to die.'

'No, you're not,' another office said.

Then the fun started when one officer piped up and asked, 'Do you have any more on you?'

'What? You want to know if I have more? Here I am a total insane freak and you want to bust me with drugs? So you can get that big promotion? You profit-motivated swine! There is more here at stake than a bust! You want money? You can have mine! I have $187 here for you - take it!'

Silence from the police officers. Then, 'Well, who did you get it from?'

'What? Here we are again - back to busting people and making money off of my lunacy! You pigs make me sick!'

Then an officer said, 'Well, you might think differently when you sober up...'

Sober up? Sobriety? What's that? I had no concept of rationality or straight thinking. As far as I was concerned I was doomed for life in this semi-functional, yet fully-enlightened state.

Finally, one cop said to another, 'Call this guy a cab...'

They called a cab, gave me back my belongings and after spouting off nonsense for about thirty minutes, I got into the long awaited taxi and went home, and lay in bed all night thinking about what a fool I had been the previous night.

That night and my repulsive behaviour still haunts me to this day. I really don't do very many drugs anyway, but LSD is one that I will not ever touch ever again. Please be careful with LSD. I think it is highly unstable and can make you do or think things that you might have never before conceived of. I still shudder when I think of the things I said and did, and the damage that I did to friendships and relationships. Some have not healed yet - and that is a price I have to pay.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 6464

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 26, 2002	Views: 16,105

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LSD (2) : Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

It was right after Christmas in 1995. I had had a fight with my girlfriend and went to a rave with my guitarist friend. When we got to the party, my friend Jeremy took one hit of acid and two hits of H-bomb ecstacy. I dropped two hits of acid and began to mingle around the rave. Everyone there was already tripping and I felt kinda left out. I went to the front entrance and got a beer and sat on an old wooden bench. I sat there for a couple of hours, just watching everybody walk in and out.

As I began to trip, I kept thinking, 'pretty soon the cops are gonna come into this place and we are all going to jail. Confusion started to set in and all I could think is that nobody here cares anything about me and my girlfrind is gonna leave me and I'm probably going to jail. After a while I started looking for Jeremy and couldn't find him. I got scared and thought he had left me. I finally found him outside throwing up. He asked me what I wanted to do and I said, 'lets go to my house.' He agreed, and as we began to drive to my house, he said to me, 'You know, it's crazy. I can't even see the road, but I know where I'm going.'

When we got back to the house he sat down in my living room floor and began to meditate. I went into the bedroom and looked into the mirror. I watched my face immediately cover over with hair and then crack and melt off of my scull. I got up and looked at the t.v. which had an Orlando Magic game on. Penny Hardaway was shooting free throws and his face had devil horns coming out of it and his eyes were glowing red. I felt this overwhelming sense of evil in the room. I went back into the living room and tried to focus on the christmas tree lights to amuse myself and take my mind off of the evil feelings. As I turned and looked at Jeremy, I noticed that he was sitting in the lotus position, with his hands looking like he was praying but they were pointing down to the floor. I said, 'man, I am not having fun anymore.' He looked at me but his eyes were rolled back in his head and all I could see were the whites of his eyes and he said, 'Just go with it man.' But his voice wasn't his. It was evil, dark, and eerie.

I immediately began to shake violently and couldn't control it.

I rushed into the bedroom and woke my girlfriend. I told her that I was about to die and that I wanted her to hold me, as she was the only thing in the room that felt alive. As I took her into my arms, something bizzare happenned. I stopped shaking and she started shaking. She got sick to her stomach and I followed her into the bathroom. As we sat in the bathroom I asked her if she would pray and ask God to make this thing leave. She said that she didn't know what to say. I urged her to do it and she did. I had been tripping for 4 hours at this time and when she prayed the trip and the shaking stopped suddenly. We went back to the bedroom after about 30 minutes, and on the way Jeremy looked at me and said,'What's wrong man?' I said,'Nothing now. I am going to bed.'

He left about an hour later. That was my last trip. Whether you believe in demons or not, my 'friend' who was into sorcery, tried to have me posessed. I know this now. The demon couldn't have me, so it tried to get my girlfriend who was sober, and is now my wife.

I am a preacher now, and looking back, I know that God spared my life that night. Acid opens a door to the spiritual realm that should never be opened. Be smart. Find your spiritual high in Jesus, not drugs.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 6421

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 26, 2002	Views: 11,705

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LSD (2) : Entities / Beings (37), Bad Trips (6), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

Now, I had tripped once before in my life but it was probably real weak acid, I had 1 1/2 hits and felt nothing but a light headed feel, a real base-line effect. My friend jack had gotten hold of three microdots for the weekend and he invited myself and our friend dave to trip with him (me and dave had both shared our rather weak first experience). Jack was a tad more experienced in the ways of class a drugs than us although we all are regular pot heads and not shy of popping pills when the chance arises.

Anyway, we had got hold of our trips and decided to go to our mates house (pete) to ingest them. Jack told us that it wouldn't be wise to drop so early in the evening (it was 4.00pm) cos we would be flying when the rest of civilisation was still active. I thought 'fuck that, I wanna trip!' and dave agreed so we ended up taking them about 5.00pm. Now I thought that if the first trip was anything to go by I would be able to handle everyday situations quite easily (I had made arrangements to see my girlfriend that evening) so I thought we would drop, go round my girlfriends house, come up and be back at petes house before it started peaking and get out of hand. Pete and his flatmates, who I wasn't too familiar with, started their evening of getting heavily stoned so I thought it would be rude to leave so early after getting there so I stayed for a few spliffs. 5.20pm (20 minutes after dropping) I felt strangely inhibited but I couldnt tell if I was just stoned or if I was coming up.

About 10 minutes later I found myself to be staring at a rug in the corner of the room, it seemed to be 'breathing' as if it had a life of its own, this facinated me and it took me a while to come to terms why I was looking at a rug, pete was looking at me smiling (they know all about acid) about 5.40pm we all decided to go down the chippy and get dinner, although I was in no mood for eating, we left the house and walked down the high street by this time I was for lack of a better word fucked, I felt as if I had dropped a couple of pills I had the energetic feel of beans and I noticed that my visuals were distorting, lampposts were swaying very gently as if hanging in the breeze and the pavement in front of me was a myriad of weaving lines that threatened to trip me up if I wasn't careful, goddamn! These dots are nothing like the shitty blotters I had before, this was madness and I had to take the drivers seat..by the time we got to the chippy me and dave we jabbering about getting some mdma, this was the best idea in the world and no one could tell us otherwise, 'snap out of it, you've taken microdots, you dont know whats gonna happen, give it time'.

Pete and co. Went in the chippy while me jack and dave waited outside, jack started staring at a nokia mobile advertisment on the wall, the one with the ketchup seemingly sprayed all round the edges of it. The first thing I thought was 'fuck me theres a girl in that wall and shes covered in sauce, no it cant be it is! Its actual sauce on that there wall' I went in close and had a real good look, nope its just and advertisement but the light its emmiting is the dopest thing I've ever seen. By this time pete had been in the chip shop for what seemed like hours and was cracking up at our antics outside, we left eventually and made our way back to the house, by this time I felt the acid getting stronger and stronger, I found myself on a sofa in the house attempting to get a cigarette from my packet, it took goddamn hours and I wondered if I was just stupid, this was the simplest task ever and I found myself to be incapable of performing it! This sent me off on tangents, did I do well at school? Did my mum bring me up well enough? Why cant I do this? Whats wrong with me? Oh shit...reality flashback, I had to tell myself that I felt like this because of the drugs I had ingested, then everything became a hellava lot clearer. 'Hold on, I dont have to worry about this, I can control whats happning, I just have to realise it' this got me thinking about how the drug was working in my brain,

I closed my eyes and eye could visualise my thought patterns flowing freely from thought to thought, I could see if anything bad happened it would make a blockage in my flow of thought and it would keep building up and building up and cause me to get bogged down on that individual bad thought, I just had to learn to 'let it all go' so to speak. I felt as if I had a major break-through and I was just about to tell everybody about it but had to restrain myself 'what the hell would everyone think if I blurted out all the shit thats been going through my head for the last god-knows-how-long, ill be a goddamn laughing stock, well maybe..eh? Who are these people? I cant remember any of petes flatmates names..' looked over at dave at man, he was having a real bad one, shit, he looked so down I couldn't believe it..hmm he would be the one that I would save, by passing on my new found knowledge of LSD I would turn his bad trip to a good one just like I did, time to talk... 'Err we are going out for a bit, umm come on...jack and d..dd..ave'

Pete: 'where you going'

Me: 'uhh to get my bag' (I had left it round jacks house)

Jack: 'why?'

Dave: '....flahgshblah'

When we got out of the house I had no idea where I was in relationship to anything, I knew the road but where the fuck did it lead??!! Which way is north?? Godammit... I went blank and we walked towards jacks house we went in silence before I remembered what the hell I had came out here for, right time to let dave know the truth..

Me: 'right, the thoughts in your head, they build up like stacks and stacks and keep building and they could be bad but let em go'

Dave: 'wot??...

He had a point what the fuck was that? I made no sense and seemed to be confusing myself and dave so much more than we originally were.

I would leave it at that and I would try to explain later when I didn't feel so fried, 'how long does this shit last anyway?'

Jack: 'bout 12 hours'

'How longs it been?

Jack; 'err 6'

Bloody hell I feel as if I've been tripping for days this stuff is insane, keep going, ride the trip out, remember what you've learned before...let it all go, yeah, thats right.

11.00pm the prospect of being out at this time when the pubs were being turned out was terrifying we couldnt get my bag from jacks house because he wouldn't let us go back for fear of his parents we decided to go back to petes after a very pointless walk,still, the tracers were interesting. It was at this point when dave decided to talk for the first time it was quite relieving to hear his voice cos I was beginning to think he was braindead he said he was having a real bad trip and I told him to remember that it was only down to the drugs why he felt like this I told him to let it all go again (sounding like a damn broken lp) and he simply just looked confused there was no getting through to this boy, although someone on acid trying to explain their thoughts to another person on acid is the most futile thing ever. We ended up at petes house again after walking what felt like miles and miles (actual distance - 1/2 mile)

Back at petes house I was incapable of speech although I crafted a very fine spliff which I was incredibly proud of..then the bombshell hit, I was supposed to see my girlfriend hours ago!! This was bad, shes gonna dump me, im unreliable, im a bad person etc...more acidy thoughts blowing things out of all proportion, calm. Think. Forget thats better.. The rest of my trip was incredibly pleasant after I finally managed to handle myself and things were quite good really.

My ideas of a few things if your gonna trip

1. Location - v.important, find a free house for a couple of days, giving enough time to trip and comedown, parents coming home while tripping is a recipe for disaster

2. Know who you trip with - things can get real sketchy if your not sure about the people you are hanging around with it can turn a normal situation into a real surreal experience

3. For the comedown have lots of pot to smoke or alcohol, sleep is good after an acid trip I hate just sitting around, exhausted after the drug has ebbed away

4. Remember anything that happens is only down to the drug remember that you are in the driving seat, you just have to realise it.

Have fun!!

Mby

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6560

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 28, 2002	Views: 12,665

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


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

I've been telling this story for awhile now. I think i want to write it down too.

It was a hot Friday night in July, and my friend Victor had a connection for good acid. I had tripped more than four times prior to this, and Victor and our other friends were fairly experienced as well. It was me, Victor, and a third friend, Benny, with 11 sugarcubes of acid in front of us. This was the beginning of a night that was amazing and yet very unnerving.

I recommend using far more caution with large amounts of unknown-potency acid than we did. Yet it was one of the most profound, life-altering experiences i've ever had.

At about 8.30pm or so we ate our cubes. I ate 3. Benny ate 2. Victor ate four (victor, please note, was also on anti-depressants at the time of this trip. zoloft, i think). We decided to go to a friend's graduation party. We picked up Victor's girlfriend and another female acquaintance and headed out.

At T+30 min. Benny ate another sugarcube. I, on the other hand, was already feeling effects of the acid. Whoever dripped these cubes must have had no idea what they were doing, becuase these things had to have been soaked. Anyway, i was driving, which was stupid to begin with, so i had to pull over and let Victor's girlfriend drive. When we arrived at the party it felt neat to get up and walk around. I looked over the fence and some hedges and saw a huge property with an olympic swimming pool and horses. 'Look at the horses', i said to everyone. wow. When i entered the yard, it was nothing more than an inground pool surrounded by concrete:) and this after not even an hour! The party, unfortunately, was terrible. There were parents there and a terrible band was playing dave matthews songs and old friends from high school whom i didn't want to see were there. i was 20 and my friends were in their mid teens. It was terrible.

i stumbled back to the car and waited for the others. When everyone came out of the party i demanded that Victor's girlfriend (Donna) drive us back to Victor's place. I proceeded to crawl into the passengers seat and lock my seatbelt. That party had scared me, and i was very small and afraid. As everyone piled into the car it was so hot that i rolled down the window and leaned out babbling 'we have to go, we have to go'. So Donna puts the car in reverse, and instead of backing out, slams on the gas and plows into a huge bush, which smacks me in the face. I cannot describe the terror i felt. I began to cry. i was so lost and afraid. I balled while Benny and Victor laughed and Donna apologized. Later on, in the car, Victor was describing how as a child he couldn't pronounce the letter R. I immediately began to laugh hysterically, completely coming out of the hole i was in. We decided that the other girl, Kim, would stay with us for the duration of the trip. We had no idea what we were getting into.

When we arrived at Victor's house i sat on his back porch. Spotlights were shining down from the sky and i could see monsters and spirits in the leaves in the trees. I was still afraid. When i entered the house the tiles in the foyer shifted and gave way beneathe me. I did not regain my composure until i was upstairs on the couch, Mark Farina on the stereo. This is where the most amazing experience began for me, a complete 180 from what had just occured.

Kim was laying on the floor, and as i stared at her (she was very attractive, young with incredible breasts) she morphed into a little girl sitting in her room, who shifted into a black girl with an afro listening to a record player. The entire room around her shifted right along with her through different time periods. She had an incredibly tight shirt on and it had a picture of a ninja turtle on it. Victor and i laughed for at least twenty minutes, because the turle seemed to bulge and dance on her shirt. 'God i love being a turtle!' we screamed:) I stood in a corner of the room, and found that by pressing down with my foot i could bend the room. I made dust levitate with my hands and spun it around in mid-air. I lay down on the floor, and i found myself instead lying on a creek bed, looking up through the water at the sky. There were clouds and blue sky and a bright sun, no ceiling at all. I could see reeds jutting out from the river bank. Fish swam by. Kim threw her leg over the edge of a chair to my right, and the chair morphed into a long wooden dock, with kim dangling her legs down into the water. I felt so cool and relaxed. i felt at peace there underwater. i could breathe normally and watch everything without the least bit of fear. i began to play with kim's feet, rubbing and massaging them. I began to see planets orbiting around her toes, tiny meteors and stars and her feet became the universe and i got closer and closer and closer.

I began to feel as though i needed to be alone. so after convincing everyone that it was fine i went out onto the second floor porch. I looked over the railing and saw a hole dug into the garden below, a body in a sack curled up next to it. At first i was afraid, but then i realized what was going on. That was my old self, my old body before this amazing trip. I had reached a new level of awareness and this old self was being cast back to the earth. it was a very beautiful moment for me. I watched the body enter the grave and plants grew up over it. A river appeared before me and i washed my hands in the river. AS i had experienced this, a shaft of light had flashed in the sky repeatedly. I am not religious, but i reached an inner peace with part of myself because of that vision.

After retreating to the computer room and chatting online for a bit, i found a pen and began to write. i was still touched by my experiences outside, and i began to write 'thank you' all over the desk with a purple marker. Soon i could see tiny fuzz balls spinning on a grid inside the ink, and i flew down close and close as the ink swirled and formed patterns. I cut up a board game, producing a piece of cardboard that read 'the original memory game'. Kim came to visit me and after flirting with her for a bit we went back to join the other two. I hung my sign on the wall, where it remains to this day. Victor and Kim went off and Benny was watching Fantasia, so i sat down on the floor with Benny and we started to analyze the film. I have never seen anything more amazing than 'fantasia'. Never. 'A night on bald mountain' blew my mind. Benny and i bonded and began to get philosophical.

I should mention at this point that time had no meaning. I know the experience began about 9pm and only truly ended at 2pm the next day. We were lost in a globe out in space, our experience was completely detached from human convention. I really believe that now.

It was then that we learned from Kim that Victor had taken a fifth sugarcube (remember that extra one?)while we were outside smoking. Its amazing how little impact that had on us. we figured that he was having as good a time as us. Benny went into Victor's room with Kim while i squeezed myself behind a chair and began to fantasize as 'some things come from nothing' began to play. The music that entire night became a perfect soundtrack, following our moods to the letter. It is a beautiful song and i saw tiny people on the tops of the chair throwing things down to me on the floor. Benny came out and laughed, then changed the cd to medeski martin and wood (combustication).

Victor emerged from the room and sat down with a cig while we bugged him about taking the last cube. He was acting weird. Apparently he had been in his room with the light off, headphones on, and the door shut. He had been trying to hook up with Kim as well. He would only say 'oh'. we couldn't get him to say anything but 'oh'.

yes, this is where it got bad. Benny began flipping out, demanding that we tell him in detail what had happened during the night. I was completely cool by contrast, saying everything was fine. I didn't trust Kim. I was convinced she had taken some acid. I was fucked up but had convinced myself i was rationale. I told kim to take benny out of the room to talk. Meanwhile, Victor had curled up at my feet (i was sitting) and was stroking himself through his pants, chanting 'oh' in rhythmic patterns. i couldn't help but laugh. it was repulsive yet so brutally stupid that i had to laugh. Then the worst thing happened. Victor raised his head and plunged his hand into his mouth up to his wrist. i pulled it out quickly, but to this day i still don't know if that really happened. he says he was trying to kill himself because he thought he was insane.

Victor had a true bad trip. We had to call his brother, who arrived and brought us all down to his house five minutes away. We watched 'the big lebowski' and gradually Victor came back to us. He grabbed my leg and said 'douglas is that you? are you really there, right now?' i assured him that i was and he laughed out of sheer relief. we stayed  for a little longer and then made our way back to Victor's house to collapse from fatigue. At 12.30pm saturday i awoke and went home still in a daze. I went back to sleep.

There are two things i will say about this experience.

1/ BE RESPONSIBLE!!! despite my good times, alot of bad shit happened. best to be prepared. Have a COMPETENT sober aid if the trip is a big one. Have an emergency plan, like someone you can call (luckily we did). and above all PLACE YOURSELF IN SAFE, COMFORTABLE SURROUUNDINGS. also....if you are taking an unknown amount of acid, try a small does first or ask around about the hit you got. I have never had sugar cubes as completely potent and saturated with LSD as those. I had tripped at least four times prior to this experience. had i known better i might not have taken all three at once.

2/EVERYONE SHOULD TAKE ON SUCH A HUGE TRIP AT LEAST ONCE. with the right environment and support you can completely expose your soul and rearrange your life in a positive and real way. i became much more sure of myself and socialable than i had been. many of my burdens from the past were lifted from my shoulders and thrown away.

While i was tripping on that back porch i had believed that i would never come down and that i had reached a new and permanent level of conciousness that would stay with me forever. Sometimes i really do believe that is true.

Thanks for reading.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 6486

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 28, 2002	Views: 8,667

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


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

		   T+ 2:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Where the Wild Things Are

by Scott West

(all names have been changed including my own)

After a couple of months I have decided to write down my LSD experience so as not to forget it because it is something I might never do again, and also so I can easily share it with others.  It was some time in January of 2001, and I had always wanted to trip, especially after some of my friends had done acid and mushrooms a couple months before.  I think my attitude going into the trip was very influential in how good it was.  I was not afraid of having a 'bad trip.' In fact I wanted to have a freaky experience because I thought that sounded cool.  Little did I know I would have a profound experience that would last two days and far exceed the quality of any of my friends experiences.

I am a straight A student (a senior in high school) and also a very good artist and a very intelligent person, who's hobbies include computer programming and car audio.  I wanted to trip because I was confident that if acid could have cool effects with the weak burned out stoner minds and weak imaginations of some of my friends, just imagine what it could do with my brain and my vivid imagination!  I was going to be very disappointed if I didn't have some wicked visuals. There is one more thing I should mention.  Friday morning I took 2 or 3 pills of Gingko Biloba, because I thought maybe it would increase blood-flow to the brain and maybe stimulate better visuals and memory power, because I was hoping for some flashbacks (which I really didn't know anything about at the time.)  I didn't hear this idea anywhere I just thought of it all on my own and I think maybe it did some good.

It started at 10:00 PM on a Friday night.  I was at my friend's house where I spend the night all the time so it is like a second home to me.  I took 1 hit of blotter to start out with and my friend Nathan took two.  My other friend Brandon started getting drunk while my friend's Japanese exchange student took 4 hits.  My friends Brian, Evan, and maybe one or two others were there too but remained sober. At 11:00, Nathan had to drive to a party to pick up his brother and his friend.  I went along. While we were there, I saw my school principal and laughed as I thought 'if only he knew.'  We came back home and went down in the basement where we hang out.  At 12:00 I noticed that things seemed a bit different than normal, but I was not very impressed yet.  I went into a big walk in closet where it was dark and the magic began to happen.

I looked at boxes that were shelved along the wall, they began to ebb and flow to the light patterns of the furnace.  Then I looked at the furnace and its bright blue sparks, it was awesome.

As I came out of the closet I got an overwhelming feeling that Evan was behind me, but when I turned around he was not.  When I came out Nathan was like 'are you tripping yet' and I was like 'kind of' then we laughed and I thought it was so cool.  About that time I started noticing sparks of light and the static was coming OUT of the TV.  I was also seeing some trails and random static.  Brian walked over to me, and I saw a bit of a trailing effect behind him, but I didn't know what it was yet.  I talked to Brian for a while and explained that what I was seeing was cool, but I wanted more!  Then he went home.  Then I asked Nathan for another hit of blotter, and he cut me off a big one.  At this point I don't think the first hit had even peaked!

I sat down on the couch and me and Brandon played some Tony Hawks Pro Skater 2, but mostly he played and I watched.  Nathan was sitting in a chair quietly tripping and Evan was getting drunk.  I looked down at the pillow next to me and noticed that it was 'breathing.'  I thought to myself, 'oh my god I'm tripping.'  Nothing could prepare me for what I saw when I looked up.  I think once you realize it is working is when it really starts to work.  I looked up next to me and saw Nathan watching TV, totally oblivious to the fact that his face was covered in eyeballs!  His skin looked it was painted with big brush strokes, or maybe clay with thumbprints in it.  His goatee/beard was growing like vines, and It became a vine and grew up his face.  I looked around the room and noticed that everything was flowing and moving but this time in broad day light!  All the textures were more detailed and dimensional.  Colors were going crazy.

A few minutes later someone turned out the lights.  I looked up at the ceiling and saw that the tiles had become a kaleidoscope that danced in the soft glow of the TV.  The ceiling tiles would be square, and then morph into other shapes and melt and flow in a full rainbow of colors.

As I looked around everything was alive.  I laid back and just looked at stuff for some time.  Then me and Nathan played video games for a while.  One thing very strange that I remember was that when I played tennis it seemed as if I wasn't even playing, but my hands were moving on their own.  Somehow Brandon managed to beat me several times in tennis even though he was trashed by this time.  I had a few more mildly amusing visuals, mostly eyeballs in weird random places.  One time I saw a face in some rocks in a part of Pro Skater, which looked like Hillary Clinton.  I exclaimed and Nathan replied, 'you saw it too?!'  At one point Brandon was drinking some coke and jack (or something like that) and it made awesome gurgling sounds that swirled around my head and echoed in 3 dimensions. Sometime during this period,  Nathan's dad woke up and came downstairs.  I just tried to act drunk.  It was so scary I don't even remember what happened.  But he apparently didn't suspect a thing and went  back to bed.

Then Nathan and Evan decided to go upstarts and go to sleep.  I have no idea what happened to Nintendo (the foreign exchange student.) I think he may have been comatose on the floor or something.  Brandon decided it was time to pass out so he turned off all the lights and told me to go sleep in the bed that was around the corner (next to the closet.)  But I was not going to be sleeping that night.  This was probably around 2 in the morning.  I attempted to stand up only to realize I had a severe case of vertigo.  Everything was melting and I didn't know what was what.  Brandon helped me to the other bed and then passed out on the couch.

I took off my shirt and hung it on what I thought was the back of a chair.  It fell to the floor and I realized that there wasn't a chair there at all!  This was a little scary but I was amazed by how cool it was.

I laid there on the bed for a few seconds.  It was pitch black.  I thought to myself over and over again, 'this is when all the weirdoes come out.'

 I contemplated how letting acid play with my brain was like a little kid playing with a big gun.  There were forces at work way too powerful.  Humans were never meant to have experiences like this.  When the room became bright again (my eyes adjusted to the darkness) I got up and walked around.  Everything reminded me of Alice in Wonderland (like the tiny little doors and stuff).  The pool table was little tiny and everything assumed weird proportions.  Sometimes it felt like I was walking up or down hill or the floor was moving.  One cool thing I liked to do was walk toward a wall that had some pictures hanging on it.  The pictures, which were constantly moving in a random vibration just like everything else, came toward me faster that I was moving toward them.  In movies they call something like this the Alfred Hitchcock effect, I have learned.  I would walk around and see simple visuals for a while.  There was a treadmill that had an LED display that showed random blinking red lights, and as I glanced in the blinking lights I could see patterns and letters.  Then I had remembered Nathan had told me it was fun to look in a mirror while tripping.

So I went in the bathroom and turned on the light. Oh my God!  If this is a movie, here comes the bathroom scene.  The first thing I did was pee.  This was very cool.  I could see it sparkling in an indescribable way.  The coolest thing was that there was smoke, or more like the distortion you see from the refraction of light through very hot air (like a mirage in the desert,) was rising from the toilet and off of the stream.  It made a cool metallic sound.  Then I turned around.  I leaned on the counter and my fingers melted into it as if they were made of wax and the counter was very hot.  My finger tips were shaped like suction cups suctioning onto the counter.  I looked at my reflection which was going crazy, it was distorting all over the place, and it was during this time that I realized I had control over my hallucinations.  It was like when you are dreaming and you suddenly realize you are dreaming and begin to control the dream.

 I began to distort my face and made it look like that famous old painting 'Scream' where the guy has the big head.  I think it was by Van Gogh.  Anyway, I started thinking about the song by Disturbed, '…looking at my own reflection and suddenly it changes, violently it changes…' and I wondered how far I could take my newfound abilities.

I decided I was going to turn into a ware-wolf.  I stared into the mirror.  I scowled.  And then it happened.  My nose turned into a snout and hairs grew out of my cheeks.  For one brief moment.  I was a ware-wolf.  Then I started playing around with the 'trails.'  I was flailing my arms around and watching what reminded me of 'mouse trails' on a computer.  I then morphed my face some more and looked at the clock wondering what time it was.  As I studied the strange mechanical device for a few minutes I concluded that it was around 5 AM.  I went back out of the bathroom and walked around for a while.

Up until this time everything had been very enjoyable and I was thinking how much I wanted to do this again sometime.  I was thinking it was nearing over but what I didn't know was that it was not even half way through.  I sat on the bed and took off my glasses for a few minutes.  I stretched my arms out like the toy 'Stretch Armstrong' and noticed that everything had a strange wide angle lens effect to it.  I had the feeling I was a huge being a hundred feet tall and the glasses on the table were teeny tiny.  This really reminded me of more Alice and Wonderland stuff.  I took another walk.  Then I sat down and tried to go to sleep but the harder I tried the more it burned to close my eyes and the more awake I became and the harder I tripped.  I started writing poetry (none of which I can remember) and thinking about how I wished I had some paper and a pen so I could draw and write while on acid.

A few hours went be and I contemplated everything from Relativity to the Infinite String Theory, and how it is all connected.  Then I pondered how LSD works and what I was experiencing.  I became very mad that I could not go to sleep and very badly wanted to return to 'normal' and go to sleep.  I got very scared.  I tried not to think about that and just enjoy the ride.  I closed my eyes for the first time and saw strange neon bubble pattern accompanied by electronic noises that seemed to form music of some kind.  Also a line from a rap song that was popular at the time and I had listened to earlier in the evening, 'been so lo-ong, he's been o-o-on…' kept running through my mind.  I got scared again and was mad at them for leaving me here by myself.  Then I remembered Brandon.  I wanted to wake him up and tell him of all I had seen and felt and heard.  I tried to wake him but every time I did he would just mumble something and fall back asleep.  This made me very scared and lonely.  I'm not sure where all the time went, but I do know I tried to go asleep again, and remember the bed breathing and moving and melting, and I was thinking 'it would be soooo cool to be having sex on acid.'  Melting into the bed and whatnot.

At about 10:00 AM I heard a noise and the light came on.  I was scared to death it was going to be Nathan's dad walking into the room, but it was just Evan and Nathan coming to wake me up.  Brandon had already gone home.  I told them I was still tripping but not as bad as earlier in the night, and they told me to sit in the basement and watch cartoons.  To make a long story short I took a very interesting shower and ate some very odd tasting breakfast rolls that his mom made and she asked me what I was going to do next year and I had no idea what she was talking about so I said 'go to Purdue I guess' which was apparently the answer she was looking for.  Then my friend Mark called and told me to come over to Brian's house and help him install his new car radio.

So I got in the car and drove over there.  Fortunately his house is only about a ¼ mile from Nathan's.  I had told my parents I was going to do this, and then go to work at 3:30, to make sure I would not have to come home at all the day after my trip.  It was all very well planned out.  As I drove to his house I felt like I was flying an airplane.  It was really cool. When I got out they were standing in his driveway.  Brian made the comment 'your car is making a lot of smoke.'  Then I realized I had been shifting at about half the RPMs I should have.  By this time I did not feel like I was tripping anymore I just felt very stupefied.  I was in a half awake half sleeping state of conscienceness that I could not escape from.  I felt very stupid, literally. This was a horrible feeling.  I was in my own personal Hell.  Especially because my brain is about all I have and I was scared I wasn't going to get it back.

'I suppose I might as well tell you guys, because I wont be able to hide it very long…I'm fucked up.'   They assumed I meant I'd gotten an early morning start on potsmoking.  'NO, I took LSD last night, and I'm still fucked up.'  That morning and afternoon were one long funky adventure.  We never did figure out how to get his factory radio out of his Jap car, let alone get the new radio in.  One particularly interesting incident I remember was when I went inside after his parents left for work.  I asked him to make me a sandwich so he did.  He asked me whether I wanted white or wheat.  It was the hardest decision I have ever made in my entire life.  I was like 'just pick one I don't know.'  But just to antagonize me he insisted that I choose.  Finally I picked one at random.  White.  He made me a ham sandwich, but when I tasted it the ham tasted like bacon.  I found this to be an intriguing perceptual distortion.  I asked him if the ham tasted salty to him and he said 'no.'  The rest of the day just got more and more hellish within my head because I wanted to return to normal but couldn't.  Outside my head things slowly became more normal.

When you are awake, you can lay down and go to sleep.  When you are tired you can shake around and wake yourself up.  When you are drunk you can take a cold shower and feel good again.   When you are stupefied like I was, there is no way out of it. It sucked.  I didn't care whether I woke up or went to sleep, but I wanted to do one or the other. Then I went to work.  It was also within a ¼ mile of where I was, which was convenient.  I work at a retirement home and there are a lot of old fucked up people who I cant understand most of the time.  For once I was on their level.  I was communicating with them, I understood them, it was awesome.  But on the other hand I was messing up everything I did, ruining pots of coffee and such.  I kept expecting people to notice and I came up with an excuse in case anyone said anything.  I was going to say I had a headache and could not think.  But noone seemed to notice.

After work we had a meeting about safety.  It seemed to last forever and it was so-o boring.  I don't remember a bit of what was said, but I do remember I saw a few sparks of light like I had seen the night before.  When I got home I was scared my parents were going to notice something was up, but by this time I was pretty much back to normal, except I hadn't had any sleep for 2 days.  I acted tired and said I was going to bed early.  I curled up in bed and tried to sleep, but I still couldn't.  My mind raced and I was scared, but eventually I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up fine and went to school.  I told a bunch of friends about it and they were either like 'wow' or really pissed at me. That was an experience I will never forget.  I do not regret it.  However, I'm not sure if I will ever do it again, due to the fact that it may make you stupider.  I realized weeks later that my experience is perfectly modeled in the book, 'Where the Wild Things Are.'  Each page can be directly correlated to something that happened on the night of my trip.  The similarity is uncanny. I asked Nathan about what he had seen while on acid and he told me he had seen 'neon grasshoppers' jumping across the street.  When I asked Brandon, who has taken as many as 7 or more hits at a time, what was the coolest thing he ever saw, he said 'I saw the ceiling come down and touch the floor.'  So I am assuming that compared to other people this was a pretty damn good trip.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6602

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 10, 2002	Views: 11,910

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Multi-Day Experience (13), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   122 lb

I have taken LSD many times. There are only a precious few trips that really stick out in my mind as an EXPIERIENCE, this is a letter about one of them. I was with my best friend/trip buddy Meg, and we decided to go to a party and take some acid. My other friend Nikki and her date (a guy i never met before) decided to come to the party with us, and trip also. This was fine because i love Nikki and this guy she was with was cool and had a positive attitude. On the flipside, the party we were going to was going to be intense. A lot of my ex-girlfriends were going to be there along with people i didnt like and a lot of strangers. The party was at a 2 floor apt. in a bad city. During recent acid trips my best friend Meg and I had we became bonded with this ceramic garden Gnome that i had in my room. For reasons i cant explain he was our tripping buddy and we named him BILL THE TRIP GNOME. He has a wise smile on his bearded face and seems to have brought us peace and comfort during our recent acid trips. We knew it was gonna be a crazy nite, so we all decided to bring Bill the Gnome to the party with us. I put him in my backpack along with other things to prepare me for the nite. I alwasy have certain things with me if im doing acid away from home, the things i brought that nite besides Bill the Gnome were, some beer because i like to drink a little when i trip. I also brought a change of clothes in case i did something stupid and got dirty or sweaty. I also had my glow toys which included a squishy glow ball(red) and green glow sticks. I also have asprin just in case of a headache. So I was prepared physically and mentally for a good trip...

Knowing Bill would be there gave me a really good vibe for the nite. We dropped in the car on the way to the party at about 9pm. The blotters were named MAGIC, which i liked because i wanted it to be a magical evening. It kicked it quick for us, we all took 2 and 1/2 hits at the same time. Meg gave everyone vitamin C drops to help out our colors and visuals. I never really thought it did much but this nite it all seemed to flow so well. We get to the party, and there are so many people there, at this time the acid is starting to take effect and when we walk in we stayed in our little trip group and found a spot in the house where we could have our 'comfort zone'. We all decided to just sit for a bit and take in our surroundings before anything else. We were on the floor in a 4 person circle when i opened my bag and took out Bill. Everyone else at the party was drunk and smoking pot, we were the only ones on LSD. When i took Bill out and placed him in the center of our circle we all smiled and giggled because Bill started to smile with us, and gave us strength that the nite would go smoothly. This little 10inch ceramic Gnome became the center of our 'comfort zone' and many of the drunks were already making fun of us, but we all looked at eachother and nobody cared because Bill was giving us courage and strength. He knew us and they did not.

About 30 min. after we got to the party the acid started to kick us full on. It was about 1 hour into the trip. Everyone was standing and smoking and we were all still sitting. As we looked up the smoke at the top of the room looked amazing. I asked Nikkis date if he was ok, because he really only knew Nikki. He just smiled and laughed and said 'im lost!'. I knew he would be ok and i let him take in his own trip. My gay guy friend Al came over to us to talk and just laughed when he saw Bill. Al had a shirt on it with a wonderful abstract pattern and we all noticed it at the same time. He found it amusing that we were so fasinated with his shirt. He had never done acid and asked us what was so special about his shirt. I told him that ' it looks like your wearing liquid clothing, its not a shirt its liquid armor!'. For the next hour we just sat in our circle and watched everyone. People didnt really talk to us, and it felt like we were flys on the wall just watching and waiting. About 2 hours into the trip we decided to take a walk upstairs. We left our circle and Bill to hold the fort(even though he was an inatimate object) we knew he would keep our comfort zone safe.

Going upstairs was like going to another world, and we all agreed on this. Things were so different upstairs because the whole scene had changed. Different people, and different music. It wasnt bad, but it wasnt as good as being downstairs. All four of us sat on a bed huddled toghether and just started to crack up for no reason. The laughing fit seemed to last forever until the girl who lived there gave us a HUGE sticker book with all kinds of sticker like fuzzy ones, glitter, squishy, big, small, and very colorful. The stickers are just what we needed at that point in the trip. They were amazing and the color was just popping out of the pages of the book. Every kind of image was in that book on a sticker. I started to worry about my Gnome,Bill. So Meg and i took the journey down the stairs into the place we started our trip. It seemed like we were only upstairs for like half an hour but it was actually close to an hour and a half. So we were reaching the end of our peak and we all knew it.

I told Nikki and her date that they had to come and bond with Bill the trip Gnome. We went to our comfort zone which was untouched thanks to Bill. He had a little satisfied smile on his face, and just looked at us with his blue eyes. We all agreed he was special, and magical. We were all glad I decided to bring him to the party. Most of the people had left, and the others that were still there gave us a nice vibe and we were all very comfortable. I drank some beer and took some asprin and just relaxed the rest of the nite. I said my goodbyes and went home with my friends. That nite or should I say early morning, cause it was like 4am when i got home, well I sat Bill down on the table next to my bed and just stared at him until I fell asleep. He seemed to sooth my brain and sing me to sleep.

That was one of the best trips ive ever had, and i really owe it all to a ceramic garden gnome. I know it sounds crazy, but he was a good friend and although i dont have him anymore, i do miss having him with me. 'BILL THE TRIP GNOME' I will always love that guy. I wish all of you acid lovers could meet him. I do think LSD is a great drug, and a wonderful way to find yourself. That nite i learned that you can love anything. Even if his reality only exists in my own head.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 6661

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 23, 2002	Views: 10,850

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


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 Datura

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

A friend of mine (P) got given some acid last week and so last night we all dropped. I was pretty stoked - it's not very often one get the chance to trip for free. In New Zealand (where I live) a tab generally cost around NZ$40... roughly US$20.

Anyway, we were all getting pissed and we dropped half a tab each. Then P took me and another friend B into his room, where he proceeded to pack a bowl of Datura (I'd never tried it before, said I never would!) So we smoked a few bowls and sat around for a bit. Nothing happening. Acid hadn't even kicked in yet. So P strained the rest of the Datura and makes some tea (which we decided tasted like oysters). By this stage the acid was kicking in and I was beginning to feel quite angsty. Eventually we smoked some pot (oil, as it were) and headed into town.

I can't say I remember a great deal more. I know we just walked around the whole time and were constantly losing B, who appeared to be having quite a bad trip. P on the other hand, seemed to be having the best trip of all of us since he couldn't shut up all night about how wasted he was. I was really just starting to feel good, but could already tell this wasn't going to be as good a trip as I'd have liked. As it turned out that was about all there was to it. I was quite disappointed with the acid (I've had trips 3 times as intense off half the dose) and the Datura didn't seem to be making a lot of difference. It would be interesting to revisit that night mind you, just to see if I was hallucinating at all (since you supposedly can't tell if you are).

Eventually P caught a taxi home and I caught a bus home at the disappointingly early time of 3am. B would have been on it but he couldn't afford the $5 fare and was apparently too wasted to even ask me if he could borrow it (I had no idea until the bus drove away and he was left standing on the street). God only knows what became of him that night. There were no more buses that's for sure. I on the other hand felt perfectly normal by this stage and was looking forward to going to bed. I noticed when I got home that my pupils were very dilated. I figured 'yeah, well I am still on acid technically'

This morning, however, I was a little taken aback when I noticed they were still dilated. And not only are they still dilated, but I'm feeling particularly WEIRD today. I can't focus on anything properly, I'm seeing double when I look at close objects, and I just have a general feeling of anxiety and 'somethingsnotquiterightness'. I'm not sure if I'm behaving normally at all which is a bit worrying since I'm staying at my folks' house. I hope to god they don't notice my eyes. Same goes for my workmates tomorrow.

Basically though, last night sucked. I didn't trip nearly as hard as I wanted. The Datura did nothing as far as I could tell and my best friend got stranded in town and by the way he was behaving I'm a little concerned for his wellbeing.   Last night wasn't much of a trip but now I'm feeling utterly strange. I dread to think how I'd feel if I'd taken a decent dose.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 12477

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 7, 2002	Views: 34,065

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Datura (15), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Hangover / Days After (46), Combinations (3)