		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Could Not Have Been a Better First Time

I was living in Maui at the time, an unbelievably beautiful place even without drugs. I am the type to always try to push my limits. Trying everything except most pills, meth, and heroin. Those never interested me. Acid was always really intriguing but I never thought of taking it until I moved to Hawaii. I used to live in north Philly, and never felt very sure about the acid that was going around since I always heard about bad trips. I've done a lot of research about it and was sure I needed to be totally committed to it.

There is an event that happens just about every Sunday in Maui. It's basically a mini hippie festival on a beach with a drum circle, fire dancers, sometimes lazer light shows, and of course tons of drugs. It's also a nude beach, making it more private.

My friend S had already taken LSD the Sunday before and convinced me that it was the perfect time and place for me to take my first trip. I had that doubtful feeling in my gut, but I was way more committed to trying it than I had ever been before. Sunday came around and we decided to do it together. We went with our friend F so he could drive us home. It's always a good idea to have a sober person around that you can trust.

It was about noon when we got to there, S was very excited for me. I could feel his good vibes. The butterflies were going crazy in my gut now. We smoked some weed on the ride over and it got my mind racing about all the things that might happen. The overall feeling was that it was going to be a great experience dominated all of my doubts. We got to the spot and met up with this dude who S referred to as 'red eyes black dragon', that cracked me up til I saw him and wow. The dude's eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were huge. I guess he trips every Sunday and has been for a while. I already knew I would never let it get that far with me. He pulled out a huge sheet of blotter and a vial. He asked how much we wanted. We said 2 hits. He dropped the liquid on the paper almost perfectly. We gave him the 20$ and he said 'enjoy da ride braddahs'. We put em under our tounges right there. Id say it was around 12:30.

12:45 We found a spot on the beach with the hippies and just kicked it for a bit. I thought I was already feeling something but S assured me I haven't even begun my trip. I just wanted to flip a switch and trip already. The anticipation was unreal. F was just chillin with us, pretty cautious about what he said or did trying not to set us off. I could tell he tripped before. This guy we know, I'll call him M, arrived shortly after we sat down. He came over to us and we told him we just dropped. He looked at me and asked if I was feelin it yet. I told him I wasnt sure what I was feeling cause it was my first time. He sold weed around the island and he gave us a little bit of his buds. We had our own stash but he told us 'it's the crippest crip you'll ever smoke', can't really argue with that. It was a kind gesture.

1:15 I was definitely feeling the come up. I knew it was going to be unlike anything I have ever experienced before. Like the first time you sit down on a roller coaster. As if I'm about to explode with every possible emotion. I had a shitty feeling in my gut, S told me it was normal. We smoked a bowl and I felt so much better. The anxious feeling left me and my trip really took off from there. My breathing felt unnatural, I was taking super deep breaths, in through the nose and out the mouth. It was almost like I was falling into a meditative state. My thoughts were racing in a million directions. Every time I tried to focus on one solid thought, it kept changing and making me realize I was losing my grip on reality. I felt confused. I kept looking at my hands, they looked a little bit different every time. Was I supposed to be feeling this way? What if I go crazy? Every thought activated certain emotions and I felt like I was getting trapped in my mind. Every once in a while S would ask how I was feeling and bring me back. If I engaged him it was with wide eyes, a shocked look, and me saying something like 'dude, this is crazy' or 'are you feeling this too?' If I ever felt scared I was able to justify the reason and find a better reason to be happy. I was playing the ultimate mind game with myself.

2:00 I was tripping hard at this point and still climbing. S and I had been drinking a lot of water, we even had a trip motto 'water is life'. It made so much sense at the time and still does to me. Every sip felt like I was replenishing my health bar in a video game. The trip was taking such a toll on me physically and emotionally that I had to compensate with something. Especially since food was out of the question. I put my aviator sunglasses on and it made me feel cooler. Temperature-wise, I could care less about how I appeared to anyone. My body felt like it was vibrating super fast but gently at the same time, my muscles kept wanting to do work so sitting still was difficult.

My body felt like it was vibrating super fast but gently at the same time, my muscles kept wanting to do work so sitting still was difficult.

 I would play with the sand in my hands. I felt like I could taste it through my fingers. The visuals were outstanding so I constantly ignored the little bothersome things. The clouds were blending together with the sky to make patterns that grew and shrunk, in and out, like it was breathing with me.

At one point I had been looking at the drummers and when I looked back out at the ocean the sky seemed to have that dome-like grid from The Hunger Games. I noticed someone close by open a beer can. I heard it so clearly and saw the initial spurt of beer fly off the top. I could smell and taste it. This made me want to try and activate more of my senses. I kept feeling things around me like tree roots and seashells. When I got up to take a piss I stood next to a tree with flowers pink flowers on it. They were so beautiful, and appearing to be leaning in towards me like they were trying to soak up some of the energy which I had an abundance of. I looked so intensely at them I felt like they were getting sucked into my eyes, which wasn't as bad as it sounds. However when I took a deep inhale through my nose I tasted the flower in my mouth. It didnt taste very good. My piss took forever, then I headed back to my friends. At this point the sun was starting to make its descent down to the horizon. I just kept myself satisfied by looking at everything and everyone I could.

4:00 I was climaxed at this point. The world looked brand new to me. Human beings were simply cosmic energy inside of an ever changing body. The sun was so intense, I felt the urge to just stare at it. The urge made me feel like I could absorb its power and harness it in my body. There were way too many feelings inside telling me how terrible of an idea it was, so I resisted. Plus it seemed I was already absorbing plenty from the way I was sweating. The trees and leaves were all looking at me and feeding off of my energy, as was I to them. Nature as a whole never looked so alive to me. The ocean showed me with every wave how it is one of the most powerful forces on the planet. Crashing wave after crashing wave, not even trying to have all that power. I have so much respect for the ocean because I saw it as a whole body. Constantly breathing, cycling through emotions just like every living thing on earth. Sometimes the waves are calm and other times it is dangerously rough. Still, millions upon millions of inhabitants take shelter under the air. The vastness of the ocean seemed so incredible. I was able to see everything in 'the big picture' which made it easy to simplify and understand quickly so I could really appreciate it. I wanted to see some fish but was almost scared to go in the water. Mostly for fear of cramping and I didn't want to be 'the guy who almost drowned on acid'. That thought seemed funny to me. Everything had a humorous tone to it.

On one side of the beach there were hippies, most probably tripping harder than me. The other side was tourists who just came to the beach because they heard it was cool, and had no intention of doing drugs of any kind. It was like a zoo with no cages. I thought they were missing out big time.

The way my mind was working and the amount of energy I felt made me feel very powerful. Almost god-like, it made me think of God. I thought, 'if I were to die right now, what would he say to me?' I didnt really have an answer. I figured that since I was doing this mainly for enlightenment and wisdom, my intentions were good enough to be accepted. Maybe he'd take advantage of the situation and stuff my mind full of as much knowledge as possible. No matter how I thought of it, I never thought I was doing anything wrong. How could this be a bad thing? Never before in my life have I felt so accepting of new ideas and hungry for knowledge. At least not since I was a very young child.

Once again I saw the big picture. We are all just children. Some of us just think we know everything we need to know. Which may be correct if your goal in your life on Earth is to live in stale mediocracy. Now things were really starting to make sense. People in regular society choose to live their lives based off of feeling safe. Never stepping out of the comfort zone to try and see from another perspective. Fearing the possibility that they might change. While people who are open to change, want to travel to see different things, constantly needing to adapt, they are the ones who truly learn what it means to live. They are typically quite happy too, whereas the average society drone is a stressed out, unhappy mess. They feel like they need to spend money on things to make their life easy, and then they can start to relax, but you can be happy with absolutely nothing but a name. They wonder why their life hasnt come together the way they want it to. It's because you can't control everything in your life, so you might as well throw yourself as many curveballs as you can to see how many you can hit. That way you don't fall into depression after you miss the first one. I felt a certain obligation to use my newfound wisdom to help the people in my life. It was going to be hard if we were both in a sober mindset without sounding like a sterotypical hippy, but to be honest, they got this shit right.

Any question I ever had about life and its complexities had realistic answers. The best part about it is I feel like every person on Earth knows the things I am 'discovering', we just have to stop ignoring our hearts and do what really feels right. Stop pretending to be things we aren't. Lower our defenses every now and then so we allow ourselves to grow. We should all strive to be better than we were the day before. We are all competitive by nature, but we need to focus that into a competition against the self. If we all try to do the same things, our competitive nature will be taken out on each other, and every little difference between each other will cause negative feelings towards them. Best case scenario, you will become better than the other person, but you will still never recognize your full potential. It was all so simple. Damn, life is beautiful.

6:00 The sun was setting, a very intense part of the trip. The drummers all played much harder, there was chanting and singing. As if it were out of a movie, a group of whales breached the water directly in the reflection of the sun on the ocean surface. I will never forget how beautiful that sight was. It felt almost dreamlike. It seemed like everything was coming together at once just for me. That seems selfish as I write it but that's how I felt. So much love and good energy filling up the beach for an event I've witnessed my whole life but never been this grateful or even thankful to be able to see it. Always taking for granted the beauty of the setting sun. All day it has been giving us light and supplying this side of the planet with energy and life. It deserves a grand show for its daily goodbye. The colors in the sky were everything from blue to purple to red  to yellow. Clouds mixed in making an amazing show in the sky. I could have cried if I wanted to. I was so happy to be alive. S and I smoke another bowl and get ready for it to set.

6:30 Me and S haven't said much to each other, there wasnt anything to say that we didn't already know. The sun was about to set, the drums were going crazy. My heart was beating with the drums and my eyes were completely locked on the horizon. It felt like they were growing bigger every second. The sun finally falls out of sight and I get this strange feeling of emptiness. I look at S and say 'dude this is amazing, thank you' he says that we still have a while to go. I think I said that to try and convince myself that there was nothing to worry about, it kinda worked. I was excited but still hanging onto the empty feeling inside. I missed the sun. And the thought of darkness was intimidating. If I had nothing to look at then my mind may become rampant which could trigger a bad trip especially in the darkness of night. In hindsight, the only thing that could have caused a bad trip was thinking about one too much.

7:00 The fire dancers come out, as soon as the flame was sparked I had a new favorite thing to look at. We had a great spot to catch the show. The dancers were not controlling the fire, but merely giving it a path to live. The fire was alive and dancing with them. Every flame was born, alive, and died in one solid motion. So much energy exhausted so quickly, I loved the fire for being so beautiful. In the back of my mind I knew the fires would eventually go out. And that emptiness came back very strong. It was dark now, so what would I have once the fires went out?

Around this time I realized that I had been tripping hard for a very long time. Time didn't really exist so it didn't seem like a relevant thought, but I knew somewhere there was a clock that said I dropped acid somewhere around 6-8 hours ago. Good thing I don't work tomorrow. WORK. What? How could I ever go back to work? What if I took acid before work? No. Bad idea. I shared this thought with S and F. We all laughed about the possible outcomes.

8:00 We started our journey back to the truck before it got too late. The walk was very extreme compared to the walk there. Every step felt jagged, like my body was on a track and only given a certain range of motion to ensure the perfect step every time. I would wiggle my body to loosen myself and I would feel so free. Still, I felt like I was walking very properly. We followed the line of flashlights leading to the rock that separated two beaches. We had to climb up a smooth sandy walkway to get to the top. Then there's the walk down, which is more of a downward rock climb. It was very uneven, with loose and bumpy rocks and pebbles. It was dangerous to say the least. While we were on top of the rock we noticed the tide was much bigger than we expected. People were nervous about climbing all the way down. This guy next to us yelled 'CMON PEOPLE LETS GO' and we offered to let him in front of us. He laughed and said 'nah I'm good but now they all think theres a big pissed off dude up here' Me, S, and F laughed so hard. Things on acid seem like instant classics if done with correct timing. We were about half way down the rock and this guy, who was surely about 2 stories above the sand which was mostly covered in huge lava rocks, decided to jump off to get in front of everyone. I felt like the three of us were the only ones who saw it because no one checked on him and we didnt hear a scream or anything. I said 'Did that guy like... Die?' I couldnt help but laugh after I said it and S laughed too. We didnt see him for the rest of the night, oh well, he made his choice.

We get to the truck, F driving obviously, S and myself hop in the truck bed so we could get the extreme-backwards-open-top-space-travel view. Wise choice indeed. At this point in the trip both of us were in pretty good control of our trip, but still tripping hard nontheless. You ever sit next to your best friend and everything makes you laugh even if you don't say anything? This was exactly that. We just kept exchanging faces and cracking each other up. Doing whatever we could to make the other person laugh. At one point we were cruising pretty fast and I noticed the moon was full. I got an incredible sense of fulfillment. S looked at me with a super serious look on his face and said 'Level 2' then he smiled with a goofy lookin face. I started laughing so hard and just like that, BAM I was off on another adventure. But this time the moon was my guide. It followed us the whole way home. So bright and beautiful. Even though it was night I could feel the world around me. I was flying through what I imagine felt like a wormhole. We were in our little spaceship, other cars were hilarious looking. Every time we stopped at a light and saw people in their cars we couldn't help but laugh at them. Especially if they looked like tourists. I didn't care if anyone saw us acting foolish, I was having the time of my life.

10:00 We get home, we were staying on a farm on a work trade/internship type thing. I had my cabin but I wanted to stay outside. Neither S nor myself were even thinking about sleep. So we went to the top of the zipline tower that was on our property. We each brought a blanket and just sat there talking and watching the moon. When I think back with a sober mind, I remember the moon flying across the sky. Hours going by in seconds. Time was nonexistent when we were up there, or for most of the trip for that matter. It was all about NOW. S and I are both very intelligent. We had a certain connection that did not require words. If I felt uncomfortable, he gave me some water or occupied my mind with something good. If he started fading out to the point where he looked stuck, I directed his attention to something I was looking at to snap him out of his spacy zone. When we tried to conversate, it seemed that we would only barely say a few words but the blanks were always filled and the thought was always finished

we would only barely say a few words but the blanks were always filled and the thought was always finished

.

It was around 3:30 when I laid down in my bed. It didn't really look like my bed or my room but I was so comfortable. The moon was shining perfectly through my window onto my face. I stared at it for a bit then turned my head away accepting that my trip was over.

Some things I should mention, I was constantly drinking water to prevent cramping. I ALWAYS trusted my instincts. I stayed with my friends the whole time unless I walked off to take a piss. In those times I made it clear where I was going and tried to not be gone for long. Its not cool to make someone worry about you especially if you're both on LSD.  I constantly overthink things, and it took me until I realized I was at my climax to calm down. When I had a baseline I understood exactly what I had done and how I can turn this into an enlightening experience. I wasnt trying to get fucked up, I wanted to understand more about myself and everything around me. There was nothing to fear. Especially death, I will never fear death again because I know that when it is my time, I don't have a choice. That is why I enjoy my life every second I can. I also truly believe death is just a stepping stone to realizing more potential. Physical bodies can only go through so much. The human soul, however, is a beautiful and powerful thing that may never die.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed sharing it. It was truly one of the best choices I have ever made.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 108644

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Mar 22, 2022	Views: 1,020

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

		   T+ 3:25

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 4:00
		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 5:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 5:30
		 10 carts.
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		   T+ 7:20

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 24:30
		 1/2 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

The following is a true account of the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me.

I'd been interested in trying LSD for a number of years but had never been able to up until this point due to reasons of non-availability and also the stigma attached to the drug. Whilst at university and after graduating, I'd had a fair amount of experience with cannabis and nitrous oxide chargers, but LSD was not a drug that moved in the same circles I did and for several years it remained a 'what if?' point on a list of drugs that I might consider doing in the future. My girlfriend of the last couple of years is very anti-drugs so my use during this period has been rather sporadic, with periods of several months passing with only the occasional spliff or two. I regularly consume alcohol but no other intoxicants on a regular basis.

However, circumstances aligned so that earlier this year I purchased ten hits of blotter LSD, claiming to be ~110ug per square. I held onto this for a couple of months waiting for the right time to take it; during this period I'd read a lot about LSD and why people did it, read hundreds of trip reports and tried to take on board what people said about mindset and setting as part of the experience. After a couple of non-starters, I settled on a long weekend where I would be home alone for a period of 36 hours, with no work responsibilities for another couple of days after this. I was working until 10pm and planned to take this LSD that evening so that I would have a full 24 hours of recovery time before having to interact with other human beings unless I chose to. I worried a little about heading into the trip after a day at work without giving myself time to properly unwind, although in the end I felt that this didnt majorly detract from the experience.

I was to be alone for the experience; I currently live in a city a long way from my only friend who had any experience with psychedelics, and my line of work is not one in which it would pay to broadcast one's drug habits too strongly in search of a trip buddy. I worried about this too, as many of the sources I had learned from recommended a trip partner, especially for first-time use in case anything should go wrong. Nothing went wrong and I had a great experience, but my mindset is generally one of being quite laid back and not so anxious about exactly what is going on if I am relaxed. For anyone who might become upset at being confused, disoriented, seeing things that don't really make sense or letting go of control, having someone to keep an eye on what is going on is definately a good idea. That said, at no point did I feel that I put myself in danger or that I was going to freak out; I was in control of my own thoughts and actions, although my mental processes were distorted somewhat.

With that in mind, this is what happened.

At 23:00 (T +0:00), following a light meal and some water, I placed 2 hits of the blotter paper under my tongue and felt it become wet with my saliva. The only taste was the slight bitterness of the paper fibre. I put on a documentary show and watched whilst I waited for the LSD to kick in. I'd written down some ground rules (a quick summary of what I had taken, along with reminders to think twice before contacting anyone else) on a notepad

I'd written down some ground rules (a quick summary of what I had taken, along with reminders to think twice before contacting anyone else) on a notepad

 and prepared a trip space in the living room with a bed area that had comfortable blankets and cushions if I wanted to crash. I had an electric dictaphone on my phone so tried to keep (sporadic) notes of what was going on in my mind as the trip progressed.

(T +0:20)

No clear effects felt so far. I wonder if the colour on the TV looks a little strange (like oversaturated) but otherwise nothing out-of-the-ordinary.

(T +0:30)

I think I am starting to feel some effects; I'm browsing the internet and trying to do a puzzle that involves finding elements in the periodic table and putting their chemical symbols together to make a play on words. This seems extremely difficult and takes much longer than usual, and I find this amusing.

(T +0:50)

I have an increasing sensation of a lightness in my body, almost like my consciousness is trying to lift itself out of it. This continues over the next 30 minutes or so, and I am a little agitated, although not unpleasantly so. More like certain synthetic cannabinoids, it's difficult to properly concentrate on one thing.

(T +1:15)

Having a good time so far, although no real visual effects to speak of compared to what will come later. I went to pee, and stared at my hand for a long time. It was as if my palm was getting older as I looked at it, with more and more creases and lines forming as I watched.

(T +1:30)

Body lightness continues and becomes more evident. I decide to watch an episode of Mr Show, a 90s US sketch show. The subjects and transitions between the scenes are extremely bizarre and I have often thought that the writers must have been tripping when they put pen to paper. As I watch the characters and their interactions become ever more bizarre and unexpected. I think I am noticing some visual disturbances, like a shimmering of the background curtain on the set. I feel intoxicated but without the fuzzy-headedness of weed or alcohol. I can see a few little trails when I'm moving my hand around in the air. This continues for a while, and I'm enjoying the things I'm seeing.

(T +3:00)

Not much change until this point. I go to pee again and have full-blown hallucinations looking in the mirror. My face morphs and contorts, disappears entirely, grows hair all over and then is covered with alien markings and lines. To make this happen I have to look at the image for a while in one place, rather than move my gaze around; It's almost like my brain is fine at interpreting the image until the lines and contours stay still for too long, and then they morph out of control or are replaced by other images direct from my subconscious. A blink of the eye and it happens again but in a completely different way. I'm wary of looking at the image for too long as it sometimes feels as though the reflection in the mirror doesn't belong to me, although I never really feel especially uneasy about looking. This is hands-down the strangest experience that I have ever had, although little did I know that things were going to continue in this vein (and more bizarre) over the coming hours. The floor seems to start morphing and twisting.

(T +3:25)

I smoke a cigarette outside in my little yard area. The bricks in the wall are morphing and moving around, and if I focus on the cement in between them it becomes fuzzy, changes colour, and then goes negative so that the colours pf the brick and cement seem to be reversed, or replaced with another colour entirely, like someone hit the invert button on a paint image.

(T +4:00)

My sense of time is quite distorted, it doesn't seem like so long has passed. The visual distortions are stable but no significant change from previously reported. From what I'd read I know that this was probably as high as I would get with this dose of LSD; After some internal debate I decide to take another two tabs, and smoke another cigarette whilst I do so. I'd been intrigued by some trip reports I'd read where people claimed to have smoked cigerettes that tasted of candy or bubblegum; unfortunately mine just tasted of cheap tobacco.

(T +5:30)

I decide at some point to smoke some weed. In retrospect this could have worked out badly as I was coming up from the second 2 hits of acid and I hadn't tested the effect of the drug on my new level of consciousness. As it happened it was extremely enjoyable. I spent some time in my herb garden touching the plants and watching their stems morph and stretch in the air. The weed seems to potentiate the onset of the acid and I start tripping hard. Time at this point becomes quite an abstract concept and I spend several minutes debating with myself the time that I took the second lot of LSD. I try to take some laughing gas but don't seem to have the mental staying power to actually hold the sweet gas in my lungs. I practice a little and find that the usual abstract thinking and visual distortions that come with the nitrous aren't really there, but that it paradoxically helps me focus my concentration on the visual aspects of the LSD experience. At this point things seem to kick up a gear.

(T +5:30 to +6:30)

I end up on the bed area looking at the grain of the wood on the floor. At this point the visual hallucinations hit with full strength; the floor is pulsing, flowing and sliding in my vision. Millions of tiny insects seem to slide out from between the cracks in the wood and flow through the grain towards me. Banners of black writing seem to flow along with the grain, although I can't quite seem to make out what they say. I see incredible fractal patterns revealed in the wood, which flow and writhe along with the music. This is literally the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and the detail that I can see in the patterns is fantastic; tiny animals, writing, alien symbols and complex geometric patterns seem to materialise out of thin air. As with the mirror I have to relax my vision and just look at one point for a few seconds, and then it is as if my mind replaces the usual pattern with fantastic images that I couldn't have begun to imagine in my wildest dreams. A patchwork blanket on the bed undulates with energy and seems to morph and contort with the music (Blur, Think Tank, amongst others), and the plain white radiator on the wall undulates with neon energy as if it is backlit by bright coloured beams. I cannot emphasise how incredible the images are.

After a while I started to browse some LSD-related art on the internet and settle on a few pieces by Alex Grey. I instantly click with the psychedelic images and spend a long time staring into the depths of the pictures, watching the images writhe and contort. Neon colours flash across the pictures and I know that the artist felt exactly what I feel, although we've never met and probably have few life experiences in common. A hidden meaning comes from the paintings and connects us through the drug - I understand. At this point I feel a bit like I've been living in wonderland all along without realising it, and that now the blinkers are off I see the world in a different way.

At some point (possibly influenced by the weed) I cook a pizza and watch another couple of episodes of Mr Show. The rapidly changing scenes and humour are difficult to follow but leave me entranced. I see visual effects on the characters' faces and also in the cloth of my trousers as I watch. I go for another pee and notice that my  pupils and giganto-normous and that the strange faces in the mirror are still present. I see the same fractal images in the patterned bathroom tiles, shifting and changing.

(T +7:20 to +?8:30)

I continue to look at images and browse LSD related experiences for an hour or so. The hallucinations are still present and are quite stable in intensity. I'm not sure when but I make it outside for another joint. I'm surprised how alert I am whilst smoking; usually I get pretty drowsy after weed and at this point I have been awake for about 22 hours but I feel quite awake apart from some tiredness in my eyes. The THC really potentiates the hallucinations and I find myself looking at the wood grain on the floor once more; the grain morphs and seems to rise out of the floor towards me; other parts sink down, like a 3d model of the contour lines on a map. All the while the patterns and fractals are dancing through the image. For a while my whole vision seems to invert and contort, and I think that it looks just like the paintings that I had been looking at. I notice something again that happened earlier on, when my whole vision was alternately tinted red and green.

(T +8:30)

I decide to venture outside to see how it feels. Objects like cars and walls seem to hover slightly in my vision, as if my brain isn't quite sure how far away they are. I have no trouble navigating the road safely and getting to the store, but at one point feel like the street looks like somewhere else and that I hadn't been there before, although I've walked this route a hundred times. I get to the shop and buy some milk, salad and cola. I'm initially a bit confused trying to use the ATM, but figure it out. I stop and buy a coffee on the way home; I'm worried the barista will see my still-giant pupils, but he seems pretty oblivious.

I drop my shopping off at home and go for a walk in the park behind my house. There aren't many people around so I smoke half a joint and walk through the part of the park that is more meadow-like, with wild flowers and grasses left to grow. Yellow flowers in the tall stems seem to be neon lights when I relax my vision. It seems to get busier and a few spots of rain fall, so I head home, although I feel quite relaxed.

(T +9:30 to 12:00)

I watch more TV and browse the more images. I'm captivated by the Van Gogh painting of a Starry Night. I pick up my guitar and try to play; unsuccessfully attempting to jam along with the music, then playing chords and singing along. Although I make quite a few mistakes it sounds great to me and is very pleasurable, although the sound is one I understand, as opposed to the visual effects which are like nothing I've ever seen before. At one point I pick up a pen and draw; I'm quite a kinesthetic person but I can't usually draw easily and make things look how I want. I doodle patterns, words, faces and shapes onto the paper; some of the things I draw are very similar to the things I've seen from others online, although more primitive. I'm startled by how similar some of the shapes I draw look to drawings my auntie used to make for me when I was a child. I wonder if she ever had an acid experience  that made her draw like this, or if it is just a coincidence, as she is a more natural artist then myself. Again time gets a little abstract and I'm not completely clear of the order things happen in.

(T +12:00 to +14:00)

The visual effects are starting to lessen, although as I go to the bathroom to run a bath I see that I can still create vivid illusions of my own face whilst looking in the mirror. A bath is cleansing, although I find it difficult to stay cool and get out after about 30 minutes as I feel like I might overheat. There are still patterns in the tiles on the wall but nowhere as vivid and complex as before.

(T +15:00)

I try and sleep but it is fitful and my stream of consciousness still quite strong, although I've been awake for 28 hours and smoked enough weed that would have usually put me on the floor. I somehow find an incredibly detailed article online about the size of ice cube and the effect it has on the temperature and consistency of cocktails. I'm amazed by the level of detail and complexity which has gone into this analysis, and realise now why the usual filter we have in incoming information is so important in functioning normally - if we didnt have it, I'd just be lying on the floor looking as the floorboards forever.

(T +18:00 to T + 22:00 - present).

I doze for a couple of hours and wake for a delivery man at the door. I'm still a bit concerned that the driver might 'make' me, but actually realise that this doesnt make sense at all and that he probably wouldnt have thought twice. I don't really feel like sleep, so do a few chores and put my mind towards writing this account, whilst it is still fresh in my mind.

So, that's how it happened. It's impossible to describe the experience in words but that's probably as best as I can do. I understand why people say that taking LSD has changed their lives and makes them see the world differently, it certainly will do for me.

I'm excited to take it again, but probably wouldnt change much about my first trip, as I feel I really found my comfort zone. In the future I think I would start with a larger dose (say 4 hits - the total dose I took this time), but obviously your mileage may vary depending on the strength of the acid. I'd probably try and be a little more planned in my activities and build in more time for drawing and music, although I think I could stare forever at the neon artworks I saw for hours on my living room floor today. I'll probably wait at least a month or two to integrate everything from this trip though.

In summary, an absolutely out-of-this-world experience, I hallucinated wildly and saw the world completely differently for a day.

(T +24:30)

I've just had another half a joint and am going to go to bed in a bit. The visual hallucinations have all but gone, I can't recreate them anymore. I mull over the day and wonder what I should try and take from it into myself (or rather, make myself aware of, as I am acutely aware that the experience I had came purely from my own head in the end). I'll definitely take respect but also incredible curiosity regarding this amazing drug.

[Reported Cannabis dose total: "approx 5 joints"]

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 100543

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Apr 29, 2022	Views: 1,022

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   205 lb

The Light and The Void

Writing this about an experience from several years ago, at the Oregon eclipse.

Some context:

I had been getting very little sleep (~6hrs/night) for the four nights prior to this experience, between getting things settled with my job, and getting down to the festival. I waited in line for about 12 hours prior to getting my ticket scanned, and had slept in a park the night before, because I was too cheap to get a hotel or airbnb, and it felt adventurous to just wing it. This is all noteworthy because I was exhausted when I decided to take the acid, but I thought the energy of it would balance things out, and my excitement for the festival was overflowing. In retrospect, it would have served me better to rest more before this, but all's well that ends well I suppose, and this experience moved me.

I should also note that after sharing this batch of acid with fellow psychonauts, the feedback has been uniformly some flavor of "holy shit... this stuff is nuts". I was not new to LSD, but none of my previous trips had thrown me into similar territory as I was about to enter. Looking back, I do believe this was legitimate LSD and not some weird research chemical - I had verified a sample with an Ehrlich reagent, and subsequent experiences were always strong, but definitely LSD. It was just some very special stuff :)

I ingested (supposedly) 220ug LSD from blotter paper as the sun began to go down.. I wandered around the grounds a bit, and eventually made my way to a stage that had deep house music. I am not normally a house music person but decided to explore it and be open to it. As the come up unfolded, I had several waves of an uneasy feeling, paired with what seemed like fatigue.. There was a very disorienting and blurry quality to the experience. I had to sit down for several periods of time to try to get my head on straight, but seemingly to no avail. Some friendly dance floor neighbors talked to me a bit, but the interaction felt incredibly awkward, as my thoughts were jumbled and unfocused. I found myself yawning a lot and continued to feel tired and uneasy.

After several waves of this, I decided that maybe I just needed to chill for a few minutes somewhere away from music. I made my way over the hill behind the stage to a small lake nearby, and sat down on the hill. I probably sat here for 5-10 minutes and continued to have a very tired, blurry, and uneasy quality to the trip. I decided that actually, I might just need a nap, though I couldn't quite figure out what the implications of doing so were.  This was a night I'd planned to be out and listening to music and dancing… And here I'm so tired that I'm fixing to nap..? What? I'd taken acid probably 30-50 times before this point, but had no frame of reference for how my body felt.

I'd taken acid probably 30-50 times before this point, but had no frame of reference for how my body felt.

This situation was setting off alarm bells in my head, but I told myself there wasn’t really anything I could do other than try to give my body what it was asking for.

I close my eyes to nap...

At this point, I really lose track of how time unfolded.

Behind my eyelids, I'm in complete darkness. I.. what.. am.. I? My physical body and my surroundings begin to fade from my awareness as I see a singular point of white light form. It exits my body from my heart's center, the center of my chest. I experience a sense of wonder as I observe the light. It's beautiful… radiating outward into the darkness from a point…

The other part of what I now experience is essentially a void of nothingness... blackness... emptiness that is vast and unforgiving. The light is the only thing that exists... It's this singular point of white light, and a vacuum of darkness on all sides. I realize with growing horror that the darkness is everywhere, on all sides, exerting an ominous force onto the singular point of light. VAST darkness... infinite darkness...

VAST.

I feel a sense of dread as the darkness exerts growing force onto the point of light. I recognize that the light is everything that exists... and yet here I am. Doesn't that surely mean that I am the light? Whaaaaat the fuck? Is the void death? Unrestrained nothingness, forever, in every direction... I am not sure, but I'm fucking terrified.

The realizations and mental reasonings described above take place in what feels like a flash. The blink of an eye. Time snaps forward and I simply react. Not with my physical form (which I am still unaware of), but with my mind. I exert immense mental force outward from within, forming what feels/looks somewhat like fire or like a whip. I lash out at the void with all my energy, desperate to drive death away and protect my(?)self from it... the light explodes outward, driving the void away.

My eyes snap open.

I have no reliable sense of how long the experience lasted. I would guess between one and ten minutes. At this point, I'm deeply shaken by what I've seen and felt, and I'm not sure what to make of it.

I sit and collect my thoughts, and the experience begins to fade. Tripping is weird sometimes because something absolutely wild can happen, and a few minutes later, you can be so engrossed and present in whatever you are doing, that you kind of forgot about what happened 5 minutes ago. That’s kind of what happened. I think I was so focused on being present in the next moments that I compartmentalized the utter madness I had just experienced.

So naturally, I then go and party until the sun is nearly up. Had a great time for the rest of the night and the electric feel of the acid completely wiped away my initial tired feelings.

I think I'm still processing and integrating the experience after several years... I ponder it at length on occasion...

One day, it struck me like a lightning bolt that what I experienced was oddly similar to how the big bang is described. A singularity, which was at one point, everything in existence. And an explosion outward into everything. To me, this is one of the most thought provoking experiences of my life... What does this say about time, consciousness, the material universe, perception, the human experience, etc etc etc...? I make no claims whatsoever, but will forever be changed from this experience.

Wow.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 116366

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: May 24, 2022	Views: 1,207

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


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

		   T+ 2:30
		 900 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 5:20
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Trazodone
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   168 lb

This experience happened barely two days ago, and I’m still looping over the experience in my mind over and over again. Granted, I’m a pretty experienced user with these substances, so I knew what to expect for the most part. However, I was not at all ready for what happened that night. Some of what I’ll be writing is what I remember, and other parts will be what I was told I did. This is the night everything changed for me and I’m still dumbfounded and speechless over it.

5:00pm- I was hanging out with a friend of mine and her boyfriend and we decided to have some mushies and just chill in her bed while listening to music. She splits 3.5g of what she has between the three of us, and I decided to slowly eat mine over the course of five minutes. I was in a pretty good headspace that day, all done with spring term and am on my couple week break til summer term begins, so I chose to do this then and there, so I wouldn’t be worrying about schoolwork or stressing over day to day stuff.

7:30pm- My friend mentions having a vial of LSD and I asked her if I’m able to have a little bit (I asked for at least 150mcg), she agrees and leaves the room for a second before coming back in and asking me if it’s okay if she doses on a sugarcube, I told her it’s okay. I started to get mild visuals and a body high from the mushies I took, so I thought why not add some lucy to the mix?  She leaves the room for the second time and I’m talking to her boyfriend about concerts we’ve been to, relaxing and having an overall good time in each other’s company.

7:32pm- My friend comes back and hands me the dosed sugar cube and I pop it in my mouth and let it dissolve. I’m excited for what’s ahead of me and happy I’m doing something other than sitting at home and mindlessly scrolling through facebook til I pass out. After the cube dissolved, I got the most uneasy feeling that washed over me, but chose to ignore it. I sat on my friend's bed and she decided to give me a foot rub. That uneasy feeling wouldn’t go away.

7:55pm- Out of nowhere, the acid hit me like a ton of bricks and was coming on strong. At this point I was having pretty strong visuals, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I told my friend I had to go to the bathroom. As I got up, I felt like my visuals were getting more and more intense, but like I said, it was nothing I couldn’t handle. When I went into her bathroom, I felt my breathing getting heavier and heavier, I felt myself becoming more and more on edge. After I was done in the bathroom, I went back into my friend’s room, and cuddled with her and her boyfriend on her bed– it was at this moment my breathing became shallow and I started breathing heavily. My friend asks if I’m okay but I had a hard time talking and answering her question. I stumbled up from her bed and staggered to her bedroom door. Breathing becomes harder and harder. I stumbled out into her living room and started to hear voices. I heard whispers and giggles around me.

Breathing becomes harder and harder. I stumbled out into her living room and started to hear voices. I heard whispers and giggles around me.

 I start to pace around her living room manically, getting scared.

8:00pm- My friend comes out into her living room and asks if I’m okay. I told her, “Uh, I don’t know, how much did you give me?”. She started to get nervous, and I asked her again. She tells me, “Umm so, I dosed a cube that I remember I already dosed about three times. So... I might have given you a lot.” My eyes widened as a wave of anxiety washes over me, I ask, “How much is ‘a lot’?” She tells me she thinks she gave me 900mcg or more. My mouth drops and I shake my head at her. She starts to babble and make it all about herself, and at that point I tell her to cut it out. The visuals were getting more and more intense and I’m getting more and more anxious. Mind you, not only have I never had *that* much LSD, I’ve never dosed a bunch in one sitting, I taper up. I started dissociating, paying attention to what she was saying was hard. I looked at my phone and saw my fiance had a super stressful day at work and was getting off work early. I texted her that my friend, who also happens to be my fiance’s other partner, accidentally gave me way more cid than she should have and I want to be picked up from her place. My fiance told me she’s on her way, and at this point, my friend’s boyfriend comes out into the living room and notices me manically pacing around and shaking. He asks how I’m doing and I babbled a little, he took this as a sign I wasn’t doing well and he gets me a glass of ice water. I sat back down on the couch and my friend tried to guilt me for being upset with her for knowingly giving me way more than she should have. I shake my head and start shaking some more. At this point, the voices picked back up and I did my best to keep it cool despite the fact I was getting super scared. The visuals were getting more and more intense, I was *not* having a good time and just wanted this to be over.

8:25pm: My fiance comes over and tells me to grab my things so we can leave. My friend and fiance’s other partner tries to tell my fiance to not let me leave– I have no idea why she was doing that, and my fiance tells her to shut up and that she isn’t happy with her. My fiance and I left the apartment. The moment I left the apartment building, the hallway began to morph and change, I got really scared, the visuals were super strong and overwhelming. I told my fiance this and she told me to hold her hand. I stumbled around the hallway, looking like a complete fool.

8:40: I don’t remember quite what happened between the time we left, and the time we got to the car, but at this point, I was in the car with my fiance. The visuals kept getting more and more overwhelming, the city at night was completely unrecognizable, everything was morphing and changing, the streets kept changing color and the buildings looked like they were breathing, the colors changed and everything started to freak me out. I then started screaming and crying and wanting to go to the hospital. I screamed loudly and my fiance held my hand and told me to listen to the sound of her voice– this started to calm me down a little bit, she told me sweet nothings and was telling me overall pleasant things on the way to the hospital. Despite the visuals growing more and more intense, I had a feeling that everything was going to be okay when she did that. However, after a few minutes, I started to psych myself out when I heard a voice telling me this is permanent and that I’m going to be in this forever.

8:55pm: We made it to the hospital and by the time we got there, I was too scared to leave the car, but my fiance reassured me that we were going to be okay. She holds my hand and walks with me into the hospital and we go to the front and ask to be seen. I got a bracelet and told my fiance I want to sit down. We sat down in a far corner of the ER, next to a few old people. This waiting room was packed with people and it started to make me panic and feel anxious. Once I sat down, I got this wave of disorientation, I couldn’t recognize anything around me, I didn’t know where I was or who I was at this point, then, the ego death came on. I conked out for at least ten minutes, once I wake, I take my shoes off and start kicking my feet and threw my cane to the ground, everyone was staring at me, and my fiance asked me what I was doing, I didn’t recognize her at first but once I processed what she said, I remembered who she is. I asked her “what are we doing?”, because I couldn’t remember where we were or what we were doing. She tells me we need to wait awhile to be seen, and I started bawling my eyes out and screaming. Every single person stares at me and I cry louder.

A couple minutes later, I asked my fiance the same question, evidently I just kept looping and asking her the same question. I then stood up, with my shoes off, and started running around the waiting room with my shoes off, evidently while unintelligibly screaming and crying, flailing my arms around. My fiance stands up and grabs me by one of my arms and asks me to sit down and I guess I yelled no. She sat me down and asked the nurse if we could be seen. I apparently started chewing on my cane and then talking to it. My fiance comes back and tells me that she mentioned I take trazodone and that should be enough to calm me down, so she came back and tried to tell me that, but then I asked her the same thing “Why aren’t they doing anything?!” question. She told me we needed to leave, so I bolted up from my chair, without my shoes on, and ran outside the hospital. When I got outside, a wave of intense fear washes over me, the visuals just wouldn’t stop getting more and more intense, and I didn’t feel like myself. My fiance grabs my arm and walks me to the car. There were people near our car staring at me and I started to freak out and scream at them and my fiance grabbed me by the arm and got me inside the car.

9:30: Once we got inside and went on our way back home, I started losing consciousness and blacked out portions of the car ride. My fiance told me I wouldn’t stop screaming and crying that I want to end it all and that I’m going to be permanently like this. I evidently tried jumping out of the car when we were driving over a bridge. My fiance told me I kept talking to myself but it didn't make a bit of sense. I kept repeating the same sentences over and over and freaking out over everything. The moments I remember, I was freaking out about how intense the visuals were and the voices in my head wouldn’t stop. I wanted this to be over, I couldn’t handle this, it was way too intense and strong. I felt angry at that friend for dosing me way too much in one sitting, especially considering she knew she already dosed that sugar cube. At that point, I lost my trust for her.

10:20: At this point, we were back home. My fiance goes and looks for my bottle of trazodone to give to me. I kept flailing my arms around and knocking things over. I ended up breaking a prized possession of my fiance’s and she got angry and sternly told me to sit on the bed and wait for her to give me those meds. Evidently I got back up and ran to the bathroom where she was and started yelling loudly that I want to end it all. She told me to sit back down and I ran back to the bed and knocked a bunch of other things down in the process. My memory gets real foggy at this point, but evidently my fiance grabbed me before I nearly jumped out of our window. Mind you, we live in a tall apartment building. I remember her crying and being angry that her other partner negligently gave me that much lucy. She held me down and gave me trazodone and handed me a water bottle and told me to drink water. Evidently I took one sip and threw the bottle across the room. All I remember at this point was that I kept being really loud and breaking shit, I also remember my fiance being super sad and just done with my shit.

11pm: The trazodone started to kick in and I felt more like myself at this point, the visuals were still intense, but not like they were earlier where I couldn’t process anything around me and was overall overwhelmed. I was able to hold a conversation with my fiance and she asked me if I remember anything over the last few hours. I told her not really, just that it was way too intense and overwhelming. She fills me in on pieces I didn’t remember, then... When she mentions almost jumping out the window to end it all, I become really sad. She told me I kept telling her to grab her rifle and shoot me to end it all. She told me she had to grab her handgun from me because I found it and was going to use it. I kept telling her over and over again that I want to be released from this hell.

From here on out, I get no sleep whatsoever and am locked to my bed, looping over the events I remember in my head over and over again. I was stuck in my head for hours, listened to music and just kept thinking to myself. My fiance told me she was going to have a word with that partner and leave me alone, since I was not in such a volatile state as earlier. That friend messages me in discord and tries to make me feel bad for her over what happened, but I was not in the mood to talk to her. I couldn’t believe she knowingly gave me that much, especially since she’s an experienced user of this stuff, it just didn’t add up. That was so irresponsible of her, and then tried to make me feel bad?

Once night turned into day, I felt different. I didn’t feel like me, I felt like something changed in me and I still was having powerful visuals. The events of that night scarred me and even now, I just don’t feel right. I’ve always known LSD is a powerful substance, but this whole experience taught me that this is not something to play with and you need to be careful. I’ve always wanted to try a “heroic dose” but was definitely not ready for that experience. I hope I start feeling better soon, I just feel like a completely different person now...

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116472

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Aug 4, 2022	Views: 1,896

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Post Trip Problems (8), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 0:30
		 ½ joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

		   T+ 0:30
		 ½ joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Tobacco
		 (leaves)

		   T+ 1:15
		 ½ joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Tobacco
		 (leaves)

		   T+ 1:15
		 ½ joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I have waited 5 long years to experience LSD. I have studied and researched it through many different sources, and spoken to close friends that have used it. I have had very few opportunities to acquire it since it is in such scarce quantities these days.  When a close friend of mine said he had 2 hits of what he said was “potent acid” I was more than eager to get one. I bought one tab for $10 (he was saving the other one for a special occasion.) Since it was so late in the afternoon I had thought not taking it till the next day. But I said “Screw it, I’m taking it now. I’ve waited long enough.”

I put the small piece of paper under my tongue at 5:45pm. My roommate and I had also bought a half eighth of Sour Diesel (weed) from my friend which we took back to our place and rolled two blunts out of it. We smoked the first blunt at about 6:15pm, I think. I found that smoking weed when taking psychedelics is a great way to start a trip.

At about 7pm I started to really feel the acid kick in. The best way I can describe it is my thought process changed. I saw everything in a different light. And for once my ADHD was gone and was no longer a hindrance. My thoughts and the thoughts of others had never been as clear to me as they were in that first hour of the trip.

My thoughts and the thoughts of others had never been as clear to me as they were in that first hour of the trip.

 I had never felt so at peace with my self and my surroundings. The stress of bills, school, and anything else that was causing me stress was gone. The trip was vastly different than mushrooms in the psychological and emotional aspects. At that same time we decided to smoke the second blunt. This is when trip intensified a bit more.

After smoking the second blunt I decided to go in the living room and watch some TV. The funny thing was that the TV was the last thing I was focusing on. I found myself deeper in my thoughts than I had ever before been in my life. I felt like I had found the key that unlocked what truly could be called ‘The Third Eye’. I found that my state of mind and perspective were completely diminished from what they had been an hour ago. I could see the world as it truly was, a completely limitless canvas that had no real limitations of thought, knowledge, and creation. I saw life through every single state of mind my psyche posses at once. They were like lenses in a telescope all in a unison line, and I could see through and feel them all at once. This lasted for about 30 to 45 minutes.

After that I felt a deep connection to my surroundings, both living and non living. It was about 11pm when I decided to go and skateboard around while the acid was still in effect. Which was a great way to end what was a truly cornerstone experience in my life.I imagine my mind as a cluttered chalk board, jumbled with thoughts and confusion, LSD is like the eraser. It put everything in order for me, giving me a fresh start and a more positive outlook and connection with life, the world, and others around me.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 87202

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Sep 9, 2022	Views: 988

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1), Tobacco (47) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Relationships (44), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1 glass
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 unknown ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

Scared and Sleepless

Now this was December, my first semester of my sophomore year was over, all my finals and final projects were handed in done and over-with. I was in the mood to celebrate so I decided to go out to the club with my roommate and a few of our friends. I was hanging out in a friends room (who wasn’t joining us on a night out) he had a Visine bottle that was once full of liquid LSD and since then been used up and only some dried remnants were left in the bottle. My friend informed me since the LSD in the bottle had been distilled in alcohol he planned to cut up the bottle and let the remnants dissolve in some wine. I figured ‘what the hell’ I wanted a fun night and hadn’t tripped in a while the bottle of wine was split between 4 people so I figured I wouldn’t be getting much anyway. (So wrong)

My roommate and a few of the group I was with knew I was tripping. The rest of the group would simply think I was just drunk. I had my glass of wine and immediately headed out for the night. (10pm) For the beginning of the car ride I felt fine.  I began to feel mostly the buzz of anticipation. Putting my face out the window just to feel the winter cold on my face. As soon as we were in the heart of the city I felt something come on, it wasn’t pleasant at all it was a panic with a lot of nausea.

As soon as we were in the heart of the city I felt something come on, it wasn’t pleasant at all it was a panic with a lot of nausea.

 Towards the end of the ride to the club I had to vomit out the window, a lot of the water I had just drank and some of the wine came up and on to the side of my roommates car. I was more embarrassed than anything and insisted we still go to the club. Upon parking I felt another wave of nausea and sat by the car for a little with one of my friends who I just then informed of my trip. I was getting intense visuals already. The parking lot gravel I was sitting upon was churning like waves. The buildings around us started to wobble around the edges. I was scared because this was the most intense trip I ever experienced and it was only an hour after I had taken it.

I sat with my friend and called my boyfriend who wasn’t aware of my tripping but knew I was at the club. I told him how I was, my current situation, my thoughts, and feelings, I could tell he was a little angry I didn’t inform him I would be tripping that night but he put his feelings aside and talked to me for a few minutes just to ease me and make sure I would be alright. After a delightful conversation, we (my friend and I) went to the club me feeling positive and beginning to enjoy my trip. My visuals were still intense and I began to have audio distortions, entering the club which was playing house music. Entering the doorway felt (more sounded) like slipping into a vortex. Getting to the dance floor I found my group we danced under brilliant light affects the people surrounding me resembled holograms my movements seemed fluid and I was laughing and having a great time. After a half an hour or so I began to feel dizzy. So I went outside for some fresh air.

I sat outside staring at street lamps which were emitting flexing beams of light and my environment was constantly changing colors. I struck up a conversation with a homeless man asking me for change, he asked me if I was alright I assured him and returned inside the club.

The dizziness was still present now accompanied by unimaginably thirst. I went to the bathroom which was a unisex bathroom so putting my head under the water faucet and taking a moment to meditate on the floor was accepted and simply went unnoticed. The feeling of thirst didn’t go away and I felt very uncomfortable. I called my boyfriend again to simply have a conversation to distract me (still on the floor of the bathroom). I was watching the lines of the tiles distort and melt together with the edges of people shoes which I continued to stare at. A few people asked me if I was alright. I assured them all. A man whom at this point in time I am not sure was real or not. A middle aged man with tan skin and grey hair, dressed very professionally and seem like he didn’t belong at this dance club. He asked me if I was alright and I told him I was, and he returned to the bathroom a few times at least it seemed that way because every time I looked up from the floor he was someplace else in the bathroom always looking at me. Once while urinating at a urinal giving a smile which from his face constantly shifting and moving seemed really scary and evil. I didn’t pay much attention to him since I was still on the phone with my boyfriend. But that man scared me and put some of my thoughts in a spindle. I talked to my boyfriend for TWO AND A HALF HOURS on the floor of the bathroom. Then my roommate got me informed me how long I had been sitting there I said my goodbyes to my boyfriend. We left the club I felt much better after leaving holding hands with my friend who stayed with me at the car and I laughed calling her “my sister in the voyage of this galaxy”. We got in the car with only my roommate and ‘my sister’ and myself sprawled out in the back seat. We drove around the city. I was so taken up in the beauty of it I had to call my boyfriend again and tell him about it. We were driving around and my visuals were less apparent my thoughts were miles away. I was very lovey-dovey on the phone with my boyfriend just talking about our past experiences and how even now we were having an experience even if we weren’t together.

We returned to my dorm its about 2am now. My roommate has gone to bed since she wasn’t feeling well. I’m pretending to be a dinosaur crawling and roaring around my room. I’m in the whirlwind of needing things to do. I’m drawing in ink watching the smoothness of my brush strokes become jagged edged creatures on paper. I love to write out words and thoughts outside of your head they look prettier. I do this for about an hour after growing restless I change out of club wear and into cozy threads. I’m restless and decide to venture into the basement of my dorm. I decided to do a mural on the wall (which is still there). Mostly spiraled words and phrases. With some galaxies and stars strewn about.

At this point I’m getting a bit restless my thoughts are starting to race. I try to distract myself back in my room by watching my favorite anime (One Piece, nothing too plot heavy just some humorous filler episodes). Cuddling with a unicorn stuffed animal my boyfriend gave me named Hexagon. My safe guarding token. It’s about 5am and I am still restless my mind is getting very paranoid. I want to lay down to sleep but that is absolutely impossible. Trying to shut my eyes and settle down is now a terrifying experience. With my eyes closed it seems my thoughts are louder and more fragmented and extremely paranoid. I think about all the things I’ve done wrong and this sense of doom comes over me.

I call my boyfriend once more and he calms me down once more but he needs his sleep so I let him be for a few hours. His most helpful advice was to think of something pleasant and dwell on it until it puts me to sleep. I do this eventually... around 9am but before that happens I have the worst leg of my visuals colors and shapes take form but everything I look at ceases to make sense. My window looks like a cartoon duck with a tremendous smile, my mannequin in the corner with scarves on it looks like pyramid head. I try to shut my eyes but it seems like my delusions make me feel completely insane I think the best I can about my love and I eventually fall asleep. I wake up at 11am

The following day... Now all my hallucinations are gone. But I am in a whirlwind of dysphoria. I type up a novel of how I feel crying while writing most of it. I’m so paranoid and anxious I can’t sit still. I’ve never felt anything like it before. I try to shower but I never feel clean. I tear at my skin and I try to restrain myself. I brush my hair and tear a ton of it out. I feel a cold sweat no matter how comfortable I am. I’m thirsty and it seems like these awful feelings would never that these thoughts would be with me forever.

In summary it hurt to live. I’m pacing around my apartment and only find solace in expressing my ordeal to others. My roommates my friends and my boyfriend, this communication reminds me I’m not alone. I try to sleep as much as possible and it never happens perhaps a total of 45 minutes of sleep throughout the entire day a few minutes at a time... I’m awake until 1am that night. I go home with my boyfriend. He comforts me and the following day I feel normal again but I was terrified that I never would be. But I learned a lot from that night and I’ll carry that for the rest of my life.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 94876

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Sep 12, 2022	Views: 820

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		 DOSE:

		 1.75 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 few glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 Some hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

To give some background, my first two experiences with Lucy were a mixture of enjoyment and discomfort.  My most recent, and third trip, was a wonderful and totally different experience.  Each trip is chronicled below as 1 tab, 2 tabs, and 1.75 tabs respectively.  I did test these tabs with a test kit and they’re acid.

1 tab

My first trip was only 1 tab and it gave a very mild stoned feeling with some extra pattern recognition and vision distortion.  It nearly resembled a strange MDMA / speedy experience.  I enjoyed some of the visual aspects, but I got stuck in some thought loops about my partner.  I analyzed and formed negative judgments very rapidly as a result of being around him not high and in a seemingly poor mood.  Overall it was a simple enough introduction to acid, but I should have taken more.  I eventually smoked marijuana about 3-4 hours into the trip, which made me peak a bit.  I listened to music at this point and looked at computer visuals that were interesting.  I still didn’t truly see hallucinations, aside from a feeling of my vision blurring which led to flowing patterns and barely noticeable breathing walls.

2 tabs

So for my second trip, I decided to take two of the same tabs.  It was impromptu, taken early afternoon while at home.  My partner smoked weed, so I wasn’t the only one high.  We hung out at home, watched nature shows, etc.  We also went outside, which is where I felt most comfortable.  My mind immediately pieced together visual patterns from everything I looked at.  The crumbling pavement in our alley had the appearance of skulls.  Faded and broken walls mimicked simplistic children’s faces.  The grass appeared intricately symmetrical.  My boyfriend, high at the time, made me laugh frequently and it felt incredible – as if every cell inside me vibrated with euphoria.  While outside, we decided we needed some things from a home décor store.  Walking in to that humongous store felt like entering a video game level with highly saturated neon lights blaring.  Everywhere I looked, the lights were mesmerizing with their beautiful iridescence.  I felt overwhelmed by the amount of products in that one store.  I reflected on the consumerism of our society and how that drives 70% of our economy.  These thoughts quickly entertained, rapidly diminished.  After looking at a few items, I could not recall why we entered the store and I started to get frustrated with even being in there.  We quickly got out.  Surprisingly, being around so many pedestrians at that large shopping mall wasn’t bothersome.  I never felt out of control.

Walking back to our apartment, it was apparent how much darker it was getting as the sun declined.  As night came, I noticed the hallucinations were more prevalent as my mind had shadows to play with now.  In my spare room, which has a small night-light and a tall mirror, I decided to look at myself in the mirror.  I had done this plenty of times before in the day with no difficulty.  While I saw my face almost “age” in a sense, I really didn’t see morphing of anything.  This changed at night.  My face began to subtly twist so that my mouth spiraled into a circular void.  My eyes were similar, almost giving the appearance of what I imagined to be a simplistic demon mask.  This scared me.  I began feeling anxious, as I feared that I was out of control.

I noticed that my partner’s face had a darker tint to it at this point, specifically around his eyes.  Although I knew I had taken acid and it was only a temporary experience, the fear gained prominence.  I began feeling the familiar anxiety of a panic attack.  I told myself then that I am just not the type of person who is capable of dealing with reality distortion.  Perhaps tripping is not for me, I thought.  I tried calming myself, but I could only think, what if I start seeing his face melt, or other hallucinations.  It did not appeal to me.  Seeing myself in the mirror change like that was the first time I truly saw hallucinations of what was in front of me.  The saturation and patterns in everything were so innocent, not frightening.  But something about seeing objects or people change in front of my eyes immediately scared me.  At that point, it had been 7 or so hours since I had dropped the acid.  It was late and my partner was getting tired, so I was just ready for it to be over.  I had plenty to think about, which is what I value in LSD: it forces honesty regarding yourself.  I ended up having some beer and half a Xanax and fell asleep.

1.75 tabs

After several weeks of contemplation, I decided I would take the remaining 1.75 tablets somewhere in nature.  I learned from my previous experiences a few valuable things.  Firstly, I gained experience of the initial dosages of acid, as well as realizing not to have expectations of what should happen.  With acid in hand; a lunchbox full of citrus fruits and sandwiches; and backpacks with weed and plenty of water, we embarked on a 6 mile hike that overlooked the Pacific ocean.   I took the 1.75 tabs before arriving so that the onset was about 1 mile in.  Patterns became more prevalent in the sand, rocks, and grass.  We encountered mountain vistas that appeared to be flowing, as lava flows across rocks.  Some people describe this as things breathing.  At this stage of the trip, I felt almost as if my vision gained a filter for new layers and levels.  As a result, normal distant objects seemed to flow or breathe.

We continued up the mountain for a bit, often stopping to appreciate the marvelous rocks.  Again, my innate facial recognition brain software was in overdrive.  Small curved rocks formed patterns imitating static faces and skulls.  At this time I decided to listen to Sphongle Divine Moments of Truth.  When the music began, my senses went into overdrive.  The plant colors became extremely saturated.  I felt euphoric at times and at peace with the world.

I had a profound sense of not feeling separate from the atoms, molecules, cells, structures, land, universe, and existence surrounding me.  It felt as if it were all one.  A lot of these ideas have been in my head lately as I’ve been studying Buddhism and existentialist thinkers.  It often brings me inner peace when I realize the ideas they think about.  Towards the middle of the day, after much exhaustion with the climbing involved, we settled down for lunch.  I could feel the awkward hunger pangs (which are difficult to realize while tripping), so I knew I had to eat something.  The oranges and half sandwich I ate tasted refreshing.

After eating, I realized how stunning the clouds were.  From my periphery I noticed slight manipulations to my sight of the clouds; however, when I looked over, things were mostly normal.  Then I realized when I simply looked at the clouds, I would notice a kaleidoscope effect forming along the wisps of moisture in the air.

I realized when I simply looked at the clouds, I would notice a kaleidoscope effect forming along the wisps of moisture in the air.

The longer I looked, the more entertaining it was.  Wisps of clouds twisted together in beautiful, radiant colors.  This may have been the most profound visual I experienced during that trip.  I did notice a few other things, such as tracers and my face very slightly warping when staring in the mirror.  A few beers later, I was at the very end of the comedown.  I smoked some MJ and got an appetite, but for one thing only: sashimi.  Only the freshest, cleanest tasting fish would be edible for me.  We ate some of the best sashimi in town and went home.  By this point (9 hours post dropping the acid), I wasn’t really tripping much.

Next time I will take 3 tabs, assuming I get the same dosages.  I really only tapped the psychedelic threshold at this level.  And I have to do it somewhere in nature, ideally with nobody else around (aside from my partner).  Thanks for reading, if you made it this far.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 99328

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 26

Published: Sep 14, 2022	Views: 726

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		 DOSE:

		 6 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

It was a cold January day with nothing to do but sit around and watch the time pass.  Lucky for me my roommate and I had just come across quite a rarity around these parts; liquid LSD.  We had taken some paper hits a while back with mixed results and a few months previously we had some gel tab acid that was quite good but this liquid was the purest form you could get and I don't think we were quite ready for the power it was about to unleash upon us.

My roommate Mick and I decided to give this stuff a shot since neither of us had to work the next day and it had been a pretty good day for both of us so our spirits were high and our minds willing.  We got on our cell phones and made sure no one would come over because, as we had found out, people coming over that weren't on acid can really bring you down.  So I popped out the drop bottle and put three on his tongue and he put six on mine.  We do this so we don't accidentally put too much.  Right after this was said and done we hopped in Mick's car and went a few blocks down to the video store to rent what we hoped would be good tripping movies. It was about 630 pm.  We looked around for a while and found a classic, Alice in Wonderland, and just when we thought nothing else looked good we found a Grateful Dead movie neither of us had heard of but thought we'd give it a shot.  We were standing in the checkout and I turned to Mick and said, 'Dude we gotta get home. I'm really starting to feel this stuff!'  He agreed so we got our movies and headed for home.

We walked in the door of our rental house plopped on the couch and threw in Alice in Wonderland.  To our great disappointment it was too scratched to work so we decided to see what this Grateful Dead movie was all about.  If anything has ever set off a trip fast it was this movie.  It was a trip. Crazy space designs, trippy noises and distorted everything.  Reality not included.  I started tripping hard within the first 10 minutes of this movie and I had only taken the acid not even a half hour ago.  Mick requested I drop him a few more hits so after that was taken care of it was back to the trip in full disarray. It was quickly turning into the best trip I'd ever had with the most intense visuals and auditory hallucinations I've ever experienced.  Every outline of an object I focused on instantly became wavy or grew larger or smaller before my eyes and the sounds I heard made me feel like I was surrounded by a hundred synthesizers all making trippy noises.

Eventually the tripped out part of the Dead movie got over and it went to a concert part which we lost interest in so we turned on the TV and put some Jack Johnson in the stereo.  Jack Johnson had never made so much sense to me as he did that night.  My mind agreed with everything he was saying and it all made sense and made me feel content beyond reason.  The music itself felt like it was meant solely for the purpose of the trip.  If I thought I was tripping hard earlier, it just got more intense in the greatest ways ever.

My roommate I noticed was talking out loud and after I realized that I suddenly realized he had been all night.  Every thought that was crossing his mind was coming out of his mouth.  He debated out loud his nicotine addiction asking why he needed to smoke cigarettes and then moved on to other subjects such as why we were smoking weed and anything imaginable.  I found myself focusing less on Jack and more on him and I just listened silently thinking about whatever he was talking about. And then one of the worst possible things that could've happened actually happened. A knock on the door.

It was about 1030 pm at this point and I had an idea who it was and after they went away I turned on my phone to find out it was my ex-girlfriend whom I broke up with the day before. That's neither here nor there but it freaked us out.  We blew it off and turned Jack back on and were tripping balls just as hard as before. But something was much different.

I was sitting there listening to the music and Mick talking out loud about his concerns with life when I turned to him in disbelief.  I noticed Mick wasn't saying a damn word but I could still hear his voice in my head.  I thought to myself wait a minute I can't hear him if he's not talking and I heard him say the same thing but his lips didn't move again and we looked at each other.  Then I heard him say (think?) if you're reading my thoughts then take this roll of Vitamin C tablets out of my hand and I'll know this is real.  I reached over and took them and we finally snapped. There's no fucking way this is actually happening we thought.

Then it stopped and we started debating this phenomenon out loud.  As we were talking we kept stopping and we realized it was no longer there and our thoughts were our own.  So what else would we do, as curious humans, but sit there and try to figure out how we did it.  We continually fell back into the trip and read our thoughts another three times and then the ability disappeared like dust in the wind.

We continually fell back into the trip and read our thoughts another three times and then the ability disappeared like dust in the wind.

  We were freaking out.  Mick kept saying it happened but there's no way it happened and I kept saying well if we thought that was impossible, and it happened, then what else is possible?  The rest of the night was uneasy and we became so lost in thought I wasn't sure if I'd ever dig myself out.

I don't know how either of us managed to fall asleep that night but we went to bed around 3 am still wondering, still thinking.  We got up the next day and of course, that was the only topic of conversation.  We went over the course of the night over and over again wondering what made it happen, still a little freaked out and convinced we had pushed our minds through some sort of barriers.   We pushed our minds to the limits of rational thinking and maybe over some cliff of sanity we weren't supposed to know how to get to.  I personally think we know about 1% of the brains capabilities and that night me and Mick found out just 1% more of those capabilities.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 69347

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 17, 2022	Views: 705

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), General (1)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 Repeated hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   73 kg

I first tried acid after I broke up with my girlfriend on the summer of 2007, I had been a pretty hard Smoker (Weed) since years before, but I had always been curious about other drugs, so I went with a friend I knew was selling some tabs, bought one from him and ate half that weekend.

First “Acid” trip (Half of a “Hofmann 5 bikes” acid): Nothing happened!!!! I only ate half, but didn’t feel a thing…

Then, one day, playing dice poker with my friend, lets call him “Señor Loco” we made a bet for a tab of acid, and I won, so I got one, which I ate the next weekend, with him to take care of me, but 3 minutes after I ate it, he got a call from some chick looking to have sex, and he dropped me off with some other friends.

First LSD Trip (One “Hofmann 5 bikes”): We arrived at a little private rave and started to smoke some weed, after which a girl came by and started to ask me something, but I couldn’t understand a word she was saying until I understood by her mimicking that she wanted to smoke some of the weed I had, and when I gave it to her, I began to understand when she talked, I talked with her some 10 or 15 minutes, and then, I felt the need to lie down, and so I did.

I started looking at the plants that were on the wall next to where I was lying down, on the grass, but they began to give me a Bad Trip because they looked like chains in my trip, so I looked to the sky. And I saw: The Stars, doing the most amazing fireworks I’ve ever seen, then after a while they started to create forms, and the first one I saw was a sphere, green, very small, but when I focused my attention on it, it began to grow, and I realized I was flying in space, looking at out planet, “Gaia” and I began to fly towards it and as I got closer I began to see details like forests, deserts, cities even, and all I saw was the destruction we humans have caused to out great mother, the planet.

After that, I saw that all stars had faded and only one remained (there was not one cloud on that sky) and, that star became a gigantic fire and then the star again, and from that star, infinite paths began to form, and each path, led to  another star, which in turn did the same, to the infinite, each star, creating infinite stars, and each of those infinities, creating a infinity more, and I understood that each star, was every instant, and that’s the way I imagine God is able to know everything that has happened, is happening, and is going to happen, but we still have Free will.

From that day onward, I loved acid with all my heart and soul, and began doing it every weekend, and soon after I escalated to two tabs and some more time passed, and then, after reading the “Handbook for the Therapeutic Use of LSD-25” decided I should drop 6 tabs, and I did (6 “Hofmann 5 bikes”). I dropped the tabs and after one hour of dancing went to smoke some weed in my car, I sat there, looking at a wall, and a hole in the wall became a group of humans, they were primitives, hunting, surviving, but I saw the scene in fast forward, it changed, evolved, and after that I saw Egypt, Greece, Rome, and many others cultures and times

a hole in the wall became a group of humans, they were primitives, hunting, surviving, but I saw the scene in fast forward, it changed, evolved, and after that I saw Egypt, Greece, Rome, and many others cultures and times

, I was frozen in time, in a time and space trip that lasted 1000 years, I had a lot of time to think, to evaluate, the life of every person I could see, and myself, It was a hard trip, but It gave me insight.

After that I quit drugs, all drugs, tobacco, caffeine, everything, and spent one month and a half clean.

A month and a half passed, and then one day, a friend I’ll call “El Pacheco” and he offered some peyote to me, which I had never tried and always wanted to, and that day I smoked some “Peyote Brujo” ate a quarter of a tab and then went walking with a girl I was dating, without she knowing I was high.

Some time after that, maybe a month later, my birthday was approaching and a “El Pacheco” took me to see a friend that had some “Orange Sunshine” Acid, and I bought one, and he gave me one half as a birthday present, it was still one month or more for my birthday and I couldn’t wait till it was day to eat some, so I ate one tab one day and had a incredible introspective trip that showed me a lot about my personality.

Then, my birthday came, and I still had half a tab with me, so I took some close friends to the beach and ate my half (Half “Orange Sunshine”). When I began to have strong visuals, a wind storm broke, and suddenly, I saw, far away on the horizon, a little red speck in the beach, and started running like a madman without explanation, my friends behind me yelling questions to me, but I couldn’t hear them, all that existed to me in that moment, was the red dot, and it was getting closer. Soon after I got to it, it was a burning palm tree, on the sand, but since the air was getting so strong, there was no fire, just something that looked like a burning crystal, and then I noticed we had all 4 elements at their mightiest around us. The wind blowing like it wanted to blow us away, the sea, raging and foaming, dancing with the wind, the sand (earth) flying with the aid of the wind and finally, our fire.

I think it was one week later when I ate half of a “Hofmann 100 anniversary” with a guy that used to be my friend and had a blast, excellent visuals, nice thought pattern, and feelings of connecting with God.

Then new year came, and I decided I wanted to see the first sunrise of 2008 really acid, so I acquired one “Hofmann 100 anniversary” for me and one for the guy who used to be my friend, I picked him up, and we went to a beach rave (One and a half “Hofmann 100 Anniversary”). We ate our acids as soon as I got him in the car and we were on our way to the beach, when we arrived there, there were few people and the acid wasn’t quite doing its job, but I blamed it mainly on the fact that we had eaten some acid like 4 days before and I thought the resistance wasn’t yet fully gone, so we bought another one and as soon as the acid touched my hand when the guy gave it to me, it started raining, hard. So I put my other hand over the other one to protect the acid from the rain and ran to my car with the other guy, we got into my car, cut the acid in half, each ate his half, felt the true strength of the acid that had been hiding, and the noticed, that my key was bent, curved. No idea how that happened, it took us 20 minutes to straighten it. It was really hard, and by then, the acid was rampaging thru our brains. I drove us back to the city, to the guy’s apartment, amidst a crazy storm of air and water, totally blitzed, but I have acid driving experience, so I didn’t mind as much.

When we got to the guy’s apartment, we took two chairs out to the balcony, put on some music, and then watched the amazing sunrise, after which I decided to sleep, and went to bed.

I stopped tripping then, because I moved to another city and wanted to get the hang of my new routine sober, and I did, and one day I was driving around with a really close friend “El Vikingo” we were talking about drugs, since he was curious about acid, we talked about acid, he’d done weed some times before, and now he told me, he wanted to try some acid, so I got us two “White Lotus” tabs and when my dad left town for the weekend, we ate them in my house (One “White Lotus”).

He got to my house around 11 and we ate our tabs, and then watched the Alex Grey “Chapel Of Sacred Mirrors” movie, but when it ended, I just felt a little high, but I had the distinct feeling that something was definitely “Wrong”. I began pacing around my house while “El Vikingo” was watching “Monty Python And The Holy Grail” and then I had the slightest visuals, and when I saw them and thought “We are high”. They grew in strength tenfold, I realized that as soon as I embraced my highness I was allowed to get high. So I ran to “El Vikingo” and yelled “Estas hasta el culo!!!” (You are blitzed!!!”) And he responded “No, I’m not” But I could see he was, and I knew I was. After a horrible half hour trying to get him to understand, I sat him down on a chair and made him look straight into anything. He chose a door, and suddenly began to holler “Oh shit oh shit oh shit ohshitofshiiiit!!"” And I knew he was high as a kite, and I was free to trip a while on my own, which I did, but I began getting that “Something is Wrong” feeling once again, and as I thought over and over looking for the answer. I found it, and yelled it to my cousin “We are higher!!!!” The more I knew I was high, the higher I could get, and my brain began to work in a different way to adapt to this new development. To believe something, I had to justify it to myself, I couldn’t just say, “I’m cold.” I was cold because the air was chilly and I had light clothes on, and so on, and that I keep still.

That was 3 weeks ago, yet, two days ago, I was smoking some weed, and suddenly I opened my eyes and find myself surrounded by fractals that didn’t let me see reality, I was acid!! I don’t yet quite understand how that happened, I’m quite used to seeing tracers as part of my normal life, but I had never quite thought that I was permanently infused with a low dose of acid. It was as if I had a quarter of a tab and as usual, by smoking, I potentiated the acid to become fully aware of it, I had visuals, thoughts, I had the whole nine yards, and as I began to think about it, I remembered something I told “Señor Loco”: “I wish I could be acid forever but functionally so, not too much, but enough to notice once in a while”.

Well, now I’ve had my wish fulfilled, and I couldn’t be happier.

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

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 69805

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 28, 2022	Views: 690

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