		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 15 mg
		 oral
		 2C-B
		 (powder / crystals)

		 3.5 mg
		 oral
		 DOC
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

FRIDAY:

The night has just switched over into morning.  It's 12:20am on Saturday, basically my Friday night.  I place 4 hits of LSD on my tongue and let them dissolve there.  This LSD is pretty weak, but I know from a previous trial that it's clean.  I originally had been told 80mcgs per hit, but it turns out they are more like 40, or even less.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

What follows is a day of the utmost hilarity and contentment, a truly blessed day where we were both able to bask in bliss and just live in the moment.

Once we get home, I take .5mg more of DOC.  I notice that my vision is slightly wavering but my euphoria has only increased.  It manifests itself as a warm glow in my solar plexus area, or perhaps from my heart.  I've got a big goofy smile all over my face, and my mind is working overtime, coming up with connections between everything I thought about for a moment.  As is customary for my girlfriend, we turn on some TV, switching over the day between E! (ugh), The Food Channel, The Discovery Channel, The Travel Channel, and The Weather Channel (for Storm Stories).

Although I normally tolerate the TV at best, on DOC I've found it to be great fun and very thought-provoking, sort of like being in bed with the enemy.  It allows me to analyze the state of pop culture and also learn some interesting things when it's turned to the more informational channels, which I enjoy at any time.  I made some kratom, about 7 grams, and drank that, which, on DOC, for some reason adds to the DOC euphoria without really adding an opiate touch to it or bringing it down at all, and lasts damn near the whole time the DOC does, as opposed to its usual 2-3 hours.  It also makes me feel warm and itchy to a much, much greater extent than kratom does alone.

It would take a very long time to describe my whole day, as it was truly excellent and full of meaning and love and warmth and feelings of incredible happiness.  But let me illustrate a few highlights that jump out at me:

We were watching the E! channel, my least favorite television of all as I truly believe it has done so much towards dumbing down Americans and making people, especially women and girls, insecure as hell.  Anyone who follows pop culture, whether inadvertently like me or on purpose, will know what I'm about to talk about.  They were talking about Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston, or 'Vaughniston' since they've recently begun combining celebrity couples' names into one.  These are two actors who I enjoy and respect in their movies and TV shows.

Seriously, it's twisted, this situation.  The media is SO INTO these peoples' lives.  I mean, these poor people!  They'd like to have their personal lives stay private, and they repeatedly request that the media leave them alone, even to the point of denying their relationship.  But the media just WILL NOT do it.  Instead, they make up a pet name for them and every other day or so, invent a new story about how they've found proof that they're getting married (marriage is the new 'in' thing in Hollywood, you know).  Meanwhile these people are denying repeatedly that they are.  It's a brutal and shameful intrusion of privacy and personal space that for some reason your average young American is obsessed with.  It's almost like voyeurism pornography.  It really disgusts me.  I occurs to me that this is probably how people see Americans, and sadly, in large part, they're right.  It's almost funny, but really, it's terrifying more than anything.

This led into how I was noticing the various people who play a part in the American marketing machine.  Primarily, I was noticing the announcers/'anchors' in E! News.  Some of them are totally oblivious and love it and think it's cool.  Some of them, it became obvious, are fully aware of what it's doing, but they are probably attracted by the money.  But all of them are now trapped into the system.  Even the announcers have become celebrities in their own right, and other pop culture 'news' crews follow them around and report every little insignificant thing that they do.  It truly is a machine, a machine which has gained so much steam that I'm not sure if it'll ever stop.

At one point, we watched a marathon of the show by Alton Brown on the Food Network, 'Feasting on Asphault'.  This, as opposed to everything on E!, is actually a good show.  It's a series that consists of taping an entire motorcycle road trip across the country, taking only back roads, to investigate the heritage and history of American cuisine and how it was influenced by the evolution of the country and technology.  In small towns, the corporate chains haven't yet taken over so you can actually find countless unique restaurants.  I noticed the very real interactions going on between he and his crew and the people he met along the trip.  Alton Brown is just so passionate about what he does, and he's a really smart guy.  I always learn a lot about food and cooking and history when I watch his shows.  This show really took my breath away.  It's a rare gem.

I also encountered several absurd statements while watching TV, that, when taken out of context, made me laugh for a long time.  The first one was on a traveling food show (not 'Feasting on Asphault') where they said 'In order to fully appreciate an Irish pub, one must surely have loads of crack on hand.'  Well, they meant 'kraik', an Irish word, but it's pronounced 'crack'.  Well, I thought it was funny.

Another hilarious and intensely embarrassing segment to watch was ridiculous whether or not it was taken in context.  It was Al Roker's food show, and he was visiting with this attractive woman who was showing him how to make some sort of food.  But, amazingly, he began hitting on her horribly, and it was obviously making her extremely uncomfortable.  He kept using the words 'hot' or 'sexy' in this creepy, creepy voice.  He'd be like 'Watch as this SEXY lady shows us how to make some food.  She's so HOT!  Yeah!'  'Ohh, I'm feeling SEXY now, with this SEXY lady, making her SEXY food!'  She got increasingly uncomfortable and red in the face, and the worse it got, the more he started freaking out and leaping about and leaning in on her.

I honestly cant believe they aired it, it was very inappropriate.  The climax was when he started leaping around shouting at the top of his lungs 'Spank me!  Spank me!  I feel SEXY!'  Then the scene cut to later on, and he tried to bring it up once more, I think probably embarrassed that he had freaked out like that, and someone off the set warned him not to.  It was tres bizarre.

Also, all day long, my girlfriend had a massive contact high.  Actually, it was weird, because I gave her kratom as well, and it also lasted all day for her, from 2 until 10, and she described feeling very weird, lightheaded.  I pressed her and she ended up describing the feeling of DOC mixed with kratom, except that she didn't understand it or know what to expect so it freaked her out a little.  This is very weird because kratom does not last that long at all normally.  In addition, she ALWAYS gets a contact high from me on DOC and we always end up having a truly wonderful day when I use it, but apparently this time it was just too much.

A final stand-out event in the day was perhaps the funniest and strangest of all.  We were watching all this talk about the new 'summer blockbuster', 'Snakes on a Plane'.  Now, we've thought this movie sounded unimaginably stupid from the beginning.  I hypothesized that it's a parody of the Hollywoodized movie, which is basically just special effects.  But part of the parody is marketing it as a serious film.  I wondered out loud why anyone would want to watch it because it looks so lame and uncreative.  Then my phone rang.  Guess what I heard when I picked it up:

It was Samuel L. Jackson's voice (the main actor in the film), sounding totally natural and unbroken, saying, basically:  'Yo!  Get up off your scrawny behind and get out there and see Snakes on a Plane!  Why you ask?  it's the greatest movie ever made!  It's nonstop action!  So get up, stop messing with those computers, quit smoking that waaaacky tobacky, get in your wannabe sports car, and drive down to the theater!  If you don't, you'll regret it!'  I'm forgetting some of it but unfortunately it was not recorded.

I was absolutely blown away!  This was a coincidence of the most amazing kind, a direct response to the question I had just asked by the man himself!  Not only that, but the details in it corresponded exactly to me:  I'm skinny, I work with computers, I have a low-end sports car, and I certainly smoke the 'wacky tobacky'.  After feeling confused for a bit, we ended up laughing at that for hours.  I still can't get over how much that made my day.  And it also still confuses me to some extent.  I would assume a friend of mine went to some website or something and had a recording call me (it was definitely a recording).  But if so, how is it that he could have the recording pick out such personal pieces of information and still sound perfectly seamless?  I don't know, but it was hilarious!

The rest of the day is spent in a beautiful high/afterglow that lasts until I go to sleep, at around 3:30am (Almost 48 hours since I woke up Friday morning).

SUNDAY:

I wake up Sunday at about 10am and decide to ingest more DOC, since I was on a roll.  I dose 1.25mg at 11:15, and then another .6mg at 2:15.  Before long I experience slowly shifting colors and textures, a beautiful euphoria, and racing analytical thoughts.  It's going to be another lovely day!  My girlfriend experiences yet another contact high and enjoys it thoroughly.  This will be good towards introducing her to psychedelics, as eventually I can explain to her that she's already somewhat experienced one.  She's quite open to the idea now but is just afraid, and her only experience around people that she knew were tripping was when less experienced people were giving off strange vibes and creeping her out.  Hence, she thinks that they make people creepy and she doesn't want to do them with me because she thinks it'll hurt her perception of me.

Basically, this day progresses just like Saturday did, only with significantly less profundity and euphoria.  Still, it was a great day that I treasure.

CONCLUSION:

I had an awesome psychedelic weekend that I wouldn't trade for anything.  As for 2C-B, I discovered that it's a more profound chemical for me than many people have said it is, and I plan to use it more in the future at higher levels.  Combining it with LSD was really great, and may have added significantly to the depth of the experience.  It has a slightly annoying comedown, unlike most other psychedelics I've tried, but it's easily manageable.

As for DOC, I've discovered that it's quite useful at low doses as well as at high ones.  I was far from a breakthrough, but the intellectual and physical aspects of the trip remain in full force.  DOC really allows me to 'live in the now' moreso than any other chemical I've tried.  Although I've learned to do this pretty well, I think, in my daily sober life, DOC brings it up to a different level entirely.  I also determined that, while in a way DOC seems to have a reverse tolerance, becoming generally more powerful every time I use it at higher doses, at low doses taken on consecutive days it definitely loses strength, and so I shouldn't take it that often anymore.

I also found out that it goes really well after another psychedelic experience.  My only real complaint about DOC is that sometimes it seems to impose a certain amount of vasoconstriction, as LSA does, making walking around after sitting for a while painful.  That, and it tends to make me flushed and occasionally itchy.  Interestingly, it combines with kratom to make the opioid plant itchier and longer-lasting by far.

On a somewhat related note, I also determined that music is love, and love is god.  It's interesting how throughout human history, music has always played a very important role in society.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 55565

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 25, 2006	Views: 35,253

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DOC (357), 2C-B (52), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3)


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

		   T+ 0:20
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

My 4th acid trip was the most incredibly psychologically horrifying event I'd ever endured.

I had tripped (obviously) three times beforehand. My first trip was one tab white blotter and, overall (with the exception of the start of my trip) a good time. My second trip was 2 tabs of presumably the same white blotter and a very good time as I spent the entire night alone safely working on music in my home recording studio. Third was roughly the same as the second, same dosage, same activities, two friends around tripping with me, and by this time I had got to know a local chemist directly through some more experienced friend.

The chemist and I hit it off really well, it was uncanny. We became great friends nearly instantly and would continue to hang out a lot until he moved out of town a few years later. We still keep in contact, but he stopped making acid a couple years ago (2003). Normally we'd chill out together, smoke weed, and listen to 70's psychedelic and prog rock, which we both were obsessed with at the time. He liked to come out and listen to me compose as well and give me suggestions (which I would normally ignore.) He made the stuff and it seemed fairly frequent or at least a regular basis, but I don't recall him often using it himself. Maybe once or twice that I can remember or maybe it happened normally and I just wasn't aware of it.

At any rate, in 2000 I was allowed a sample of chemist's latest 'baby', free of charge. My birthday was coming around this freebie was my gift. Six altoid mints each dropped with chemist's latest stuff. I asked 'so hows this stuff then?' and he says 'probably about the same as the last but you'll be the first to take this one.'

I was obviously excited.

I had to wait about a week until things in my life were calm enough to actually take it. I had tripped before and had learned that it's an event I might want to plan for, and set an entire evening aside. Well being somewhat experienced but not very, and wanting to push the envelope a bit, I decided to take 4 to start. Subconsciously, 4 is an important number for me. I measure a lot of music by 4's, it was my 4th trip, and taking 4 doses at once with intent to work on music seemed to make sense. It seemed to.

Anyway, I waited... and waited... and waited... Really I only waited probably 20 minutes, but when I am consciously waiting for acid to take effect, it seems to take forever and wait until I  least expect it to finally hit me. Growing impatient, I made the mistake a lot of people do and just went ahead with the remaining 2 doses. Within about 10 minutes I started feeling the first 4 and it was an incredible mind-blowing rush. This was far beyond the previous trips I had experienced in terms of energy level, dizziness, and visual effects that started almost immediately. It seemed like in a flash, I was looking through a rippling mirror or glass, everything was impossibly clear and crystalline, and normal colors of objects were replaced by morphing bright colors with a sort of metallic quality. In my basement where I was, the wall farthest from me that I was looking at seemed to open into some sort of rotating corridor but had I wanted to walk in, I lacked the coordination to get up and walk. I was thinking this was the greatest trip I would ever have and started laughing hysterically for a few minutes, completely euphoric. Then I think those last 2 doses started to work too. I was already on thin ice having taken more than I ever had and getting way more than I had expected, and those last 2 just put me over the edge completely.

It was getting too intense for me. The room seemed to keep changing shape and appearance. My depth perception was completely fucked, and everything was turning different colors, then monochrome, then back and there were tracers but not like anything I had ever seen. These hovered and pulsed before breaking into thousands of pieces and disintegrating away. Not to mention I was seeing all this in a sort of weird stop-motion alternating with what we call 'television vision' but it was very severe. While this was going on, I would have moments of clarity that lasted a few seconds, then my logic was completely messed up again. I finally got it in my mind that I needed to get up off the couch and go work on music before things got too intense and I had a total flip out. So I forced my body to move and my legs to walk me into my studio where I fumbled with buttons and switches and knobs until things seemed to be on and functioning as normal.

I couldn't even conceive of holding or playing a guitar at this point so I sat down at the keyboard to start, which had taken on the appearance of a kind of space ship control panel and all the knobs and buttons and sliders I was used to were now confusing me but at some basic level I still knew that I had to punch a series of buttons to call up certain sounds, so I did. I hit a few keys and startled the shit out of myself. The sound visually shot from the speakers and hung in the air suspended before splintering away. At some point in all this I think I zoned out for a few minutes (or more) and then it seemed to me that if I found a certain tone and chord, that it would calm everything down and I'd be sane again. I was convinced by this point that if I didn't do something I was going to end up about 100 times worse off mentally than Syd Barrett ever was. So I fiddled with more buttons and knobs and managed to get a sound I thought I liked, and I kept playing chords but all of them freaked me out even worse. It was like every time I failed to find the right chord and hit a wrong one instead, I was a notch closer to terminal insanity. Music was never so precarious.

Finally, in one of those all too seldom, all too brief moments of clarity, I thought that at the time I was too fucked up to be musically productive. I abandoned the idea of writing at least for an hour or two, and was happy to find that my legs actually worked well enough for me to walk. Well that relief was quickly replaced by panic when I walked out the studio door (with everything taking on a funhouse mirror quality roughly) and looked to the far corner of the basement to see someone standing there completely still, staring at me. It wasn't an ominous stare or particularly menacing in a normal sense. It was menacing to me because the face was vaguely familiar and staring at me completely frozen with terror. I was coherent enough to remember doing the acid and I thought that someone had come to the house, a friend maybe, and had caught me just emerging from some terrible act that I was too obliterated to realize I had done. So then I started thinking 'did I just kill someone???' and freaking myself out severely with that idea.

The mysterious terror-stricken apparition disappeared but now I had myself thinking I felt blood dripping from my mouth, like I dismembered someone and had been gnawing on random guts and innards.

I convinced myself of a false memory of crouching over some fresh corpse, laughing and babbling while I dug organs out of their ripped abdomen and chewed on them, so I was flipping out again BAD and I think I scrambled upstairs. When I looked at the stairs on my way up, they seemed to be covered in blood and slime and I was leaving a trail of it. Complete hallucination, no reality to it at all as I found out later.

I made it to the kitchen and immediately picked up the phone to call someone because some instinct told me I needed to have someone around to sort of ground me back in reality. I decided on a friend that lived just down the street, who I'll call B. I kept trying to dial but knew I wasn't dialing his number right so every time I got 3 digits into dialing, I'd hang up and curse, and my dog wandered in and started looking at me like I was crazy (which I probably was at that point) and seemed like even he was afraid of me because he just stood there looking all keyed up and worried. I decided to bend down to pat him on the head and he did start growling and ran off. I'm pretty sure that actually happened and it wasn't just the acid so I think I cursed at the dog too.

Anyway I finally got the damn numbers right and though I have no recollection of what was said or how long the phone conversation lasted, I must have gotten out that I was tripping and freaking out because soon B was in my house and telling me I was just having a bad trip and needed to get out and have some air.

He suggested we head to this park nearby and I agreed. By this time my own head noise was extremely irritating and I could barely distinguish real sight and sound from hallucination and I was extremely paranoid, but we got in his truck and just as we were pulling out of the driveway I opened the door and bolted down the street because I thought he was taking me to the police station or the hospital. So I remember running down the street and running on and on and on, and the streetlights bending down to hit me and tree branches squiggling black against the sky, and the entire sky was pulsing from red to grey and seemed to be rolling and breathing and growing sores in it, and finally I realized I was lost. But I couldn't have been that far away from home, I just was so fucked up I didn't recognize anything around me and I just knew I was out in some field but had no idea where.

I was thinking 'where the fuck did I end up?' and I must have shouted it because I heard my own voice but it was very distant. Then it seemed like I was standing there still for days, watching cars go by in the distance and birds fly overhead, looking like badly drawn cartoons. I had momentary thoughts that I'd been hung out as a scarecrow by some psycho farmer.

Well anyway, eventually B came and got me though I must have continued tripping hard and having nothing to do with reality for a few hours. I can remember having some pretty bad thoughts and the typical fear of being in that mental state forever but most of the time I wasn't even aware enough to consider it abnormal. I also remember feeling like decades of my life had flown past me and I was somehow suddenly ancient. At another point, probably toward the end of the trip, I thought I was some kind of agent of the universes, foretelling things in peoples' lives and I probably was really telling fortunes to people who weren't even there, I just thought I saw them. At yet another point, it seemed to me that I had somehow reached some level of existence where I could no longer interact with the world I had known but I was stuck observing it, like a ghost or something and that whole ghost trip lasted a long time. It evolved into me thinking I had died somehow and was a ghost and since B witnessed my death, he was able to see me but not understand what I was saying because (in my head at that point) ghosts speak a different kind of language that the living can't learn and of course, that is part of the divide between us.

The whole thing was really messed up, no great insights, no remotely healthy logic, just complete insanity and loads of weird hallucinations and poisoned thoughts.

I have since tried to get the fine details of those last few hours from B so I can piece it together a little better but he doesn't like to talk about it. It scared him more than me I guess. He's never done any acid in his life to this day. All he tells me about that time is that my eyes were completely black during most of it and that he thought I went totally mad and wouldn't come back, that I would end up in a psych ward trying to eat through the walls. What I've written here probably doesn't even convey a quarter of all the fucked up thoughts and visions or a tenth of the terror and paranoia I felt that time. It was the only really bad trip I've ever had.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 54287

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 1, 2006	Views: 50,766

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Bad Trips (6)


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

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

		   T+ 23:00
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Quetiapine
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   210 lb

I don’t know if I would classify this as a difficult experience, a glowing experience, a retrospective experience, mystical, or bad, as it was a little bit of everything (least of all bad, but at times definitely difficult).  Luckily I can classify this as a first time.  While I have had tried psilocybin a couple of times (once quite severe/intense, which I’ll piece together one day soon), salvia numerous times with exquisite results (also to be revisited here), this was my first time trying LSD.

Prior to becoming acquainted with LSD, I thought I understood my self, had a pretty good grasp on reality, as well as other potential existences.  I found out soon that I may have been on the right track in regards to all of the above, but I still had a lot more work to do to get to where I wanted to be, which, when it was over (or approaching the end), was very sobering, yet very uplifting.  Even now, while writing this 5 months later, I am gaining new insight, as I have, unfortunately, avoided thinking about it too deeply.

It all started when my girlfriend, who had dosed before I really knew her (to little effect - she has strange tolerance for the other side of normality) and I were discussing the possibility of tripping (LSD or psilocybin) together.  Well, one day she told me that a girl she had a class with was going out of town over Spring Break and would be coming back with enough for us to have a couple of experiences.  So, she bought 6 ‘drops’.  They were all different sizes, and she said it was mop-up.  Assuming it was what I understand mop-up to be, there’s no telling what the dosage of each drop was, which could explain different reactions to it.

So, she bought the stuff, probably in March, but we were waiting for a good time to try it.  After a couple of weeks, she sold one tab to her brother.  Presumably they were guessed to be about 3 doses apiece, so he was going to split it with one of his friends for just a light trip (both being somewhat versed in their usage).  Well, both of them indicated that it did little more than give them a little discomfort.  This kinda had us bummed about it.  She asked her friend, but her friend guaranteed us that it was good as others had serious trips taking one, so possibly they didn’t reach the needed threshold.  Perhaps they weren’t as strong as was suggested, but we decided to give it a try when the time was right.

In April my parents were going to Costa Rica (poor college students still live at home) for two weeks, so we decided on Wednesday night.  Monday night we had some of her cousins over and a good time was had by all experimenting with Salvia.  I was the only one who accustomed to it, as they had never done it.  Its amazing seeing what Sally does to experienced drug users.  That night I didn’t feel like doing any.  The next night a couple of my friends came over and we all took a hit.  I think my girlfriend took two.  I had a pleasantly enlightening experience (as usual) that night with my 20x Salvia out of a gravity bong, so I felt ready to take what I thought would be a longer, but less intense trip the next night.  Well, the longer part was absolutely correct.  And, yes, less intense, but the duration seemed to make it a much more intense experience overall!

So, a friend of mine and his girlfriend came over.  They split a homemade chocolate mushroom before coming over, and we dropped about 15 minutes before they arrived.  They got to my house a little after 7:00 at night, which is when I will start the timer.  I live across the street from my old high school, so after a while we decide to go for a walk around its large campus.  It was all going well, my friends had a slight shroom trip, but nothing too serious.  My girlfriend and I were feeling some slight effects, but not what we expected after an hour.  This was fortunate however, as there was a cop sitting in the parking lot on the other side a chain link fence.  We were all starting to get a little giddy, and I was the only one that noticed ‘it’, so I casually (I think) told everyone to keep walking as such, but there was a cop over there.  So we kept with our course and gradually headed back towards my house, across the track, and big grass field.

So we made it home alright.  At this point it was probably about 8:30.  We then go back upstairs to my bedroom and chill for a bit.  At that point I thought my trip may be starting to come up some, but my girlfriend didn’t think hers was, which partially convinced me of the same.  But, at the same time, it had been two hours without any serious effects, so I’m sure you can guess what happened next.  Yep, we each took another hit.  I did so a little reluctantly, but for some reason thought I was obligated to, most likely thanks to the drug.  So, after this, we go downstairs to get some freezie pops (which has been a staple in my friend’s house ever since we ate so many that night).

We are having a good time.  I feel like I’ve been drinking a lot and smoking weed.  I probably ate about 6 or 7 freezie pops, they were just so good!  We go in the living room and hang out and take some pictures.  May not have been a good idea, as there are a lot of breakable, irreplaceable items in there, but everything turned out ok.  It was very surreal being in there, red walls, figurines, mirrors, etc.  After a bit of this I start feeling a bit strange, almost as if during the past 20 or 30 minutes I didn’t notice my changing state due to having a good time.  So we go back upstairs to my room, and everyone (except me) decides its time to get something to eat.  At this point I am starting to lose touch with what was going on, but with enough concentration I was able to pull all of the facts together.  So I go and call Papa John’s for delivery.

This was very interesting, to say the least.  Luckily my family calls frequently enough that they usually know what we order, but the person kept putting me on hold and it confused me greatly.  I remember there being confusion, but since I didn’t know what was going on at the time, I surely don’t remember now.

So I got the pizza ordered and we moved into the den and decided to put in a movie.  The best thing I could find at the time that I thought would fit my state was Grumpier Old Men.  I put that on and we all sit down to watch it, waiting for the pizza.

At this point things start going a little fuzzy.  I remember sitting down to watch the movie, and looking up periodically at my girlfriend and friends, but remember virtually nothing of the movie.  (Actually, a couple of days later I tried finding where I left off watching the movie, only to find that it wasn’t even in the same order that I remembered watching it years ago.)

It seemed like a couple of hours had passed, and the pizza hadn’t gotten there yet (and turns out the movie hadn’t been on for very long), and I decide its best for me to go up to my bed room.  I left the cash downstairs and asked my friends to get the door when the pizza arrived.  Perhaps feeling the obligation to be a good host stressed me out a bit, adding to my tension, I don’t know.

I vaguely remember hearing the door knock and asking them to answer it.  They did so and I lay back down.  I think my girlfriend had come upstairs with me, but she went down to eat, suggesting that I do the same, but that was out of the question at that point.  After a while everyone came up to my room.  My girlfriend was peaking (albeit not like I was) and my friends were starting to come down from their 1 gram of mushrooms apiece.

I remember trying to sit up on my bed and pay attention to what was going on, but I just kept falling out of awareness.  It wasn’t a spiraling out like I experienced on mushrooms, but just a crash downward.  After a while I think all I could verbalize were pleading or desperate sounding uhhhhs and ohhhhs.  Now, my girlfriend had taken as much as me, but she was coherent all through her experience.  Perhaps my drops were more saturated, as could be the nature of the supposed mop up, or I was just more susceptible to it than she was.

At this point my friends realized what was best for me was just to ride this out with my girlfriend and not have anymore distractions.  I think they let themselves out and this is when there are serious gaps in my memory, or, perhaps, only brief moments which last eternities in my head.  At one point R (my girlfriend) began asking me my sister’s phone number.  I don’t remember anything leading up to it (I think I was still moaning as I was earlier), but I remember thinking about my sister and it made me feel really good.  I began muttering numbers, and finally spit out seven numbers consecutively when seemed familiar (looking back now, good thing it wasn’t my grandmother’s).

When R told me my sister was coming over, I was overjoyed.   I remember sitting there for hours waiting for her to come over, which couldn’t have been more than 15 or 20 minutes.  At this point I was in better spirits.  I was enjoying it.  I was a child sitting on my bed rocking in anticipation of meeting my baby sister on her first time to come home from the hospital, but I was actually waiting for my older sister to come see her little brother (and I have no other siblings). I remember seeing her walk in my room and it was pure euphoria.  I don’t think I said anything, or even did much more than look at her, but I had the biggest smile on my face (I think).  I felt like I had a grin on my face which any other smile would pale in comparison to.

I was sitting on my bed rocking my self, and I remember their words exactly, except the details I have forgotten over 5 months, but I remember perfectly them talking about me.  “He’s been like this for a while and I didn’t know what to do.”  “He’ll be ok, he looks like he’s really enjoying himself.”  It was like hearing a foreign language and being so used to hearing it, but not understanding the meaning.  I think my sister suggested I try to eat something but I wouldn’t.  After this it becomes a little fuzzy.  I know my sister left and told me bye.  It seems like another couple of hours before R tried to get me to eat, but I don’t think it was that long, as there was still a lot that happened before the next morning.

Her trying to get me to eat is quite amusing, at least now.  I know I was sitting up, and then there was a chewing bland tasting lump in my mouth with a strikingly flavorful covering around it.  It was a bread stick with sauce on it which I later deduced without realizing it.  I chewed it up, but then was totally incapable of deciding what to do next.  I remember uttering “What is this”, “What do I do”, “How do I” and started to let it roll out of my mouth, to which R rushed over with my small garbage can and let me dispose of it.

Now, from this point, until beginning to come down, I remember a few events, but not the proper sequence, so I will type them as they come to me.  We are probably approaching 1 or 2 o’clock.

A few times R was reading her book, and I was looking over her shoulder in absolute amazement.  I was thinking, without the actual thought process “Wow, what is she doing, what is that” and a myriad of other inexplicable thoughts.

Another, very humorous event took place in the bathroom.  I realized I needed to go to the bathroom.  This wasn’t too difficult, perhaps because I had to deal with that dilemma at a friends apartment after eating some/a bad/too many mushrooms.  So I go in there, do my business, make sure to take all the proper procedures of civilized society.  Then I call R, and start prancing out of the bathroom in my boxers.  I remember it as if I was a star from Mario Bros. bouncing around with my arms and legs stretched wide apart.  Based on what R said next I may not have even had on my boxers yet.  She kept asking me “Did you wipe, Did you wipe?”  I couldn’t answer her, I didn’t want to answer her.  At that point I was in control of her.  I had her trying to make sure I wouldn’t soil the bed, and I loved it.  I was just springing around, it felt like for 30 minutes.  I think I eventually told her yes, but I don’t think she believed me at first.  I guess I satisfied her curiosity eventually, or she got me to put on my boxers so it wouldn’t matter so much.  Either way, I knew I did what I was supposed to do, and it thrilled me immensely.

A few times R would go downstairs and I would panic a little bit.  One time she went downstairs and I went halfway down to the landing calling for her as if I was lost.  Then, standing there in my own house, in my own staircase, I asked her with all seriousness, “Where am I?”  I knew who she was, and I knew who “we” were (a couple), but I didn’t know where I was, or who I was.  I just knew that she was supposed to be there with whoever and wherever I was, and it made me feel better to be with her.

Now, for difficult part for me to comprehend.  I don’t know if this would qualify this trip to be a ‘Level 5’, but from my reading, it seems to fit the description.  Between the moments of childish, egoless jubilation, I was in a totally different state.  I’ve described it to friends as my be being a parking lot and just loafing around in it, but that hardly describes the state in which I was in, but the parking lot explanation fits to some degree, as I’ll explain soon.  Laying there in my bed, a double bed, with my girlfriend in it with me seemed boundless, vast, like a parking lot for a massive venue that stretched beyond the visible curvature of the earth.  I am sure at some points during this my eyes were open, and maybe the lights were even on, but I saw nothing.  My room was not warped, my bed was not consuming me, my walls were not running, nor was my ceiling crumbling.  None of it was there, I was not there, R was not there.  All I remember, for all the time between brief touches with reality, was a nondescript form twisting and rolling around in an endless stretch of some sort of existence outside of this one.  I felt like I was reaching out for miles as I lumbered around in my own piece of my own existence, but I only had about a 3’x6’ area to lie on.  Then the feeling of my comforter on my bed was just as indescribable.  All the folds and contours in it felt like they went on forever.

As for the parking lot, as I would come to and leave my room a couple of times, my bed would take on the form of a parking lot, but it was still its own separate reality.  When I would get off my bed and look at my floor, I could see the yellow dashes dividing the lanes in the street, as if my hall was the road from one reality to another.  As I would walk down my hall it would be a street, and as I looked in my bathroom, it became my bathroom, and then my hall became my hall again for the duration of that excursion away from my bed.

Eventually the intenseness of all of this faded and I was able to go to sleep.  I still had the feeling of being somewhere else, but it was somewhat restful, almost pleasant.

At about 7 or 8, R had to get up and go to work.  At this point I was mostly aware of what was going on.  I would be fully aware, but would quickly get lost in confusion.  I usually went to work with her when I was free since she works with animals (deer, owls, hawks, turtles, etc.), but I was in no condition to go at this point.  She wearily got ready.

Apparently I kept her from sleeping most of the night with my rolling around and constantly holding her and trying to stay in contact with her.  All I remember of that was seeing her trying to sleep, but not being able to resist getting her attention, and feeling bad because she just looked so weary and pitiful, but I just didn’t have a choice at the time, I had to hold her and touch her.

I was able to walk her out to her car, and then I went back in and went to sleep for a few more hours.  I woke up and thought about how miserable she must be at work, so I got in the shower and got ready to leave.  I brought the rest of the pizza with me and headed to see her.  Luckily there wasn’t much traffic as I was still missing a few cards from my deck.  Actually, the only time I got concerned was when there were no cars around to keep my attention, or sitting still at a light.

When I got there, someone was at the gate where she works and I didn’t want to deal with talking to anyone, so I drove down to Circle K to get a drink.  Of course I had to deal with people there.  I still wonder what the cashier thought was wrong with me because I know I seemed a bit strung out.

So I got to R’s work at about 10 or 11.  At this point I’m still coming and going.  There are people working building boardwalks, but I was in no mood to talk to anyone.  The sun was bright and it was hot and everything was extremely enhanced.  I go inside talk with R for a bit.  I go and sit down and put my head down and it is now spiraling when I shut my eyes.  The most disconcerting part of this was that I was thinking perfectly clear, but at the same time my thoughts were all over the place and my body had a sort of amphetamine kind of surge (or withdrawal) running through it, perhaps from exhaustion.  This persisted for a few more hours, maybe until about 3:00.  At this point I decided to help R cut up fish and beef heart for the various birds.  This really had a strange effect on me.

It was at this point I realize that I didn’t understand myself, this reality, and others as well as I thought I had, and I started to cry some because of the profound epiphany I was granted.  I was always sure of my own mental capacity and knew without a doubt that it couldn’t be shaken.  But it was shaken, and I was so happy to realize that there was so much more.  I had been content, happy with my understanding of the vastness of everything, and to learn that there was so much more was like, (at the risk of using such a jaded expression), being born again.

Over the next couple of hours I became accustomed to this new insight.  Everything outside was still so beautiful.  Even the smell of the fish was invigorating.  At a certain point I was able to eat, and that was just excellent because I was starved.

We got back to R’s house around 5:30.  We were both physically and mentally exhausted.  I was still having a little craziness running through my head when I shut my eyes in the form of slight visuals and unexplainable thought waves just surging ‘round and ‘round.  At about 6:00 we each took some Seroquel.  I think I took 200 mg.  It wasn’t long after that I was fast asleep.  We slept for about 7 hours and then headed back to my house for the rest of the evening.  The next day everything was so vivid, visually and mentally.

After this experience, I am interested in the powers of this drug, as well as experimenting more with mushrooms.  I am living in Japan right now so I haven’t done anything for a while.

A few times when things got difficult, I would see a picture that I saw the night I got sick while tripping very hard after eating mushrooms.  That night I saw an old picture of my dad as clear as if it was hanging on the wall.  Ever since that night I’ve seen that picture every time I’ve tripped, especially when I was having a difficult time, and it always had a calming, soothing effect.  I hope to share this with him one day.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 56180

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 20, 2006	Views: 30,525

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Preamble:

When I look my first and so far only hit of LSD, I really had no idea what I was getting into.  I had really only heard of the visual and auditory hallucination part of LSD, and figured all the rest was media fluff.  I didn't think it did anything really profound.  I thought that I'd lay in bed and watch funny pictures for 8 hours.  I was totally wrong.

I'd always been curious about substances, but never had the opportunity to try any.  My friend told me that he had some LSD, and made it apparent that he'd give me a hit for free.  I was really interested in trying it.  The only research I'd done so far on LSD was about any medical side effects or illnesses or death.  After hearing it was very rare, I decided to go for it, not understanding all the effects it had on the mind.  But come to think of it, even if I had understood the effects to the mind, I would still have done it, but I would have been better prepared.

So there was a psytrance party type thing that my friend was intent on going to.  I wanted to go see it too.  We were going to possibly drop some LSD there, but it turned out to be very disappointing, and I am very glad that we decided not to take the LSD for reasons that will become apparent as I explain my experience.

We went back to campus and he gave me the hit of LSD he promised (which I did not take yet, but wrapped up in some paper and left on my desk), and we went to hang out with some friends for the night.

A day or two passed, I can't remember, and during these days I slept very minimally.  Bad sleeping habits and tiredness were not a new thing to me, and it was perfectly normal for me to walk around like a zombie for a day or two before being able to get a good night's rest.

Anyway, one afternoon, I remembered about the LSD.  I decided to take it.  I'd heard from my friend that if you turn out all the lights and lay in the dark, it's very intense.  I thought that was a good idea, but the problem was it was daytime and my shutters didn't close entirely.  What I ended up doing was taking thumbtacks and tacking up thick towels over the windows, using the wood trim to press the tacks into.  Then I rolled up a towel and laid it along the bottom. Now there was no daylight entering my room, and when I turned the lights off it was pitch dark aside from the faint light that came out the bottom of my door.  Perfect!

Mindset:

My mindset was, I thought, very good, but it turned out to be the wrong sort of mindset for LSD.  I was ready to have a new experience, but I wasn't ready to lose my state of consciousness and have everything I know to be true torn apart at the seams.  I didn't realize how attached to reality I was.  Nonetheless, I was happy, excited, and wanted to have some fun.

Setting:

I was in my dorm room, where I spent 99% of the trip.  It was the weekend, so the dorms were not as busy as usual, many of the students having gone home.  I was comfortable in my dorm room, having spent many hours in there quite happily.  The surroundings were very familiar.  I had lived there for about 7 months.

Experience:

I took the acid at 1:30 PM, half an hour or so after I took my ortho tricyclen.  In hindsight, that might have been a bad idea, because tricyclen (birth control) has noticable effects on certain medications and drugs.  I haven't been able to find any info about its reactions with LSD, but it's possible they had something to do with how hard this hit me.

I turned out all the lights, laid down, and got ready to see fucked up stuff.  However, within 10 minutes I started to feel very paranoid.  I was staring at the towels that I had tacked up over my window, and I was extremely frightened that something was outside, trying to get into my window, even though I knew it wasn't true.  There wasn't any amount of rationalization in the world that could tell me not to be scared of this.  I knew for a fact that nothing could climb up 3 stories and try to get into my room through the window, and even if they could, why would they? There was no reason to be scared of this, and suddenly I was very afraid of the dark.  I took the towels down, and that eased the fear away.  I was still slightly worried, but being able to see outside my window really helped.

From here on, everything is really kind of a blur.  I can't tell exactly what order the rest of these events came in, so I will try my best, but it's possible that one thing happened before another, so any inconsistencies in my story should be taken as evidence of the fact that the traditional notion of time had very little meaning to me.

As a result of my sleep deprivation, I think, I passed out on my bed.  I came to, to the sound of my don slipping a package of papers under my door.  I had forgotten that I'd taken LSD, and I didn't know how long I'd slept.  It was probably only a half hour, but it wasn't something I was worried about.

I didn't realize I was tripping, and I started leafing through the papers, having nothing better to do.  Gradually, little signals started going off telling me that something was wrong or different.  Soon I realized... holy shit, I'm tripping.  I was so concerned with my state of mind that I hardly noticed any visuals, which I wish now that I'd paid more attention to so I could describe them.  I chatted with people on MSN for awhile, and was very concerned with trying to get them to understand that time is a fractal, recurring, repeating, etc.  At this point I felt like a genius.  I was in euphoria over the knowledge I had acquired.  The more I thought about time, the more I agreed that it was like a fractal, for reasons that I can't remember now and could never actually put into plain english.

I remember my pattern of dialogue with the people I was chatting with was very odd, but it didn't seem odd at the time.  When somebody asked me a question, I'd repeat it back to them as a statement and elaborate on some things that really did not matter but seemed extremely significant to me, 90% of the time.  For example, somebody would ask me 'Did you feed your fish?' and I'd say 'Did I feed my fish.... hmm, I feed my fish often.  Whether I fed my fish today is irrelevant. He can live for weeks without food.'

It was suggested by some of my friends that I lie down, so I did. What happened next is not a phenomenon that I've heard about as an effect of LSD, but my friend seemed to think that it wasn't unusual.

I laid down and I think I tried to take a nap.  But what happened was I was thrown into a state where I was not sleeping, but I wasn't quite awake either, and it was much like a nightmare.  I was repeatedly and recursively plagued with images of a very frightening looking face, telling me how I should not have taken LSD, that it would make me insane forever.  It seemed like a madman, going on and on about the effects of LSD in a haunting, angry voice.  While I was experiencing this repetitive nightmare, my soul seemed to be outside of my body.  It felt like my body was an empty shell, and I was an observer, watching myself experience these things.  In this not-asleep and not-awake state, I began to go into convulsions that I can only describe as seisure-like.  My body twitched repeatedly, especially my legs and arms.  They would jerk repeatedly toward my right side, in a manner much like the twitches that I experience during an orgasm, but stronger and obviously without the orgasm.

I got very warm and sweaty.  I kept twitching and having this nightmare for about an hour to two hours, before I snapped out of it.  I was trying to 'play along', the way I'd been told my trip would be easier if I did, but I was sick of this nightmare, and wanted to do something more productive.  I decided to eat.

I got up, still very warm and dripping with sweat, and looked in my minifridge for some food.  I got out some strawberries.  This is when I think I first noticed visuals.  The strawberries appeared to be VERY LARGE, and I thought it was extremely comical when I took a bite out of one.  I was distinctly aware of the pattern made by a strawberry's seeds, and realized it was a pattern based on the golden ratio, that the seeds spiral out in two directions, in a circular fashion such that it wrapped around the strawberry.  This seemed profound to me, and I sat for awhile just staring at the strawberry, laughing occasionally.

Eventually I ate the whole carton of strawberries and was still hungry.  I ate some other stuff that I can't quite remember, and then decided I was very thirsty.  I had a jug of water in my fridge and started to drink that too.  I was amazed with the pouring of the water- it made a light twinkling sound and the light from my window caused playful rainbows to appear on the surface of the water.  To this day I still notice these rainbows, which makes me wonder if they always existed and the LSD just let me see them.

This entire time, I was distinctly aware that my ability to concentrate on anything except the things I was conjuring up in my mind was very stunted.  I remember, in particular, my trip to get some water was very slow and agonizing.  I would stand up from my bed, find something to be interested in, and think about that for about 5 minutes before I remembered that I was going to get some water.  So I'd take another step, and I'd get distracted by something in my mind or something that I could see or hear.  It felt like it took half an hour just to get a glass of water.  To me, it felt like I was 'getting lost in time' every time I tried to do something.  It was like I 'couldn't remember why I would want to do anything at all'.  The quotations are lines of thought that I recognize as being directly from my acid-influenced state.  They are not my sober words - they are words that I remember thinking while I was under the influence.

I chatted on IRC for awhile with my friends, including the one who had given me the LSD.  I thanked him a few times.  I think, not quite sure anymore, that he was also on LSD.  Or he might have just been on pot at the time, I can't quite remember. But we had a short discussion about the nature of reality and time, which intrigued me greatly.

I felt like I had to go to the washroom every fifteen minutes, which was probably true because I was drinking a lot of water.  I seemed to be occupying my time with drinking water and going to the washroom. I was extremely aware of how much of a hard cycle it was, and that I could break it by stopping drinking water, but I didn't want to stop drinking water. I felt rather dehydrated.

I felt like I had very little control of my bladder, though I seem to have had full control.  I never once wet myself, though it felt like my bladder control was very weak and every time I went to the washroom, it felt like I had to go very badly, but it turned out that there wasn't very much pent up urine, and I only tinkled a little bit each time, but it felt like a huge relief.

One time, I was talking with a friend on MSN and I was very frank about my washroom situation.  I told him that I had to pee really badly, and he asked me 'You didn't pee yourself, did you?' and I said 'I don't know, did I?' and as I said this, I don't know how to describe it.  It was like I was experiencing an alternate timeline to my own, at the same time that I was experiencing my own timeline, and it felt extremely real.  In the alternate timeline, I had actually peed myself, and I saw the wet spot on my pants, exactly as if I had peed myself.  I looked at it in horror and told him, yes, I did pee myself.  All this felt extremely, exceedingly real. I was not aware that it was not happening.  If somebody asked me if what was I experiencing was real, I would have said yes.

But of course, it wasn't real.  Suddenly I snapped back to my own reality, and realized I was sitting in my room, had to pee really badly, but had not peed myself.  At this realization, I rushed to the washroom.  But, when I opened the door of my room, I was suddenly very scared to go outside. I really didn't want to go out there. So I closed it again.  This triggered a 'time spiral', as I would best describe it.  I felt myself open and close the door again, and then I saw many versions of myself opening and closing the door, some versions closing the door, some opening it, all of it happening repetitively, recursively, and like a 'living fractal'.  It was like I was watching a movie of myself, repeatedly opening and closing the door.

I have no idea how long this went on.  I have no idea how long it appeared to go on. It was timeless.  As this was happening, the concept of the passage of time as we see it was non-existent in my mind, and none of these actions actually involved time.  They were timeless.  To this day, I don't know how many times I actually physically opened or closed that door.  I only know that eventually, time 'flipped' over, much the way you would flip a card.  There was a huge heave and time flipped itself over, with much inertia, and began to spiral 'outward' until I was back to my present state, outside of the door, waiting to go to the washroom.  I was glad the dorms were mostly empty, because I'm not sure what somebody might have seen if they were watching me at this time.  They'd surely know something was wrong, that's for sure. I wasn't acting normally at all.

I felt like I had just been dropped into a black hole of time, and had somehow struggled my way out of it, or through it, onto the other side.  I remembered that I had to go to the washroom, so I rushed down the hall, and the walls pulsated and changed colours around me.  I got into the washroom and there was a girl there. I froze.  I wondered how weird I looked.  I had to try to act normal though, so I smiled and said 'Hi.'  She did the same, and didn't seem to realize anything was up.

When I got into the stall, I was suddenly afraid to pee.  I knew that I had to, but at this point, I realized that I could no longer tell imagination from reality.  I couldn't tell if I was imagining something or if it was actually happening.  So, if I released my bladder in the washroom, I could actually be still sitting in my room.  But the release of my bladder would be real, and I would pee myself.

I had a bit of a breakdown when I realized this.  I had to resolve it to continue.  I made confident in my mind the idea that I had to TRUST myself.  There was no other way out of it.  If I couldn't tell reality from imagination, let it be so.  I had to trust myself that I was actually there.

So with that, I released my bladder, and as soon as I did it, I realized that I had done the right thing.  I was actually in the washroom, and I had done right to trust myself.

I came out of the washroom feeling like I had just conquered something important.  I ran through the pulsing, breathing hall, back to my room, and told my friends on MSN that I had managed to go to the washroom! It was a big deal to me, and they realized how fucked up I was, so they seemed supportive, though I don't think they realized how big a deal it was for me.  They might have thought I was just acting silly for the hell of it.

Around T+6 hours, I knew that the LSD had to be wearing off sometime soon, but I still felt just as high as ever.  I was tired, so I laid down and tried to take another nap, but I had completely forgotten what happened last time I did that. I fell into another state of non-awakedness and non-sleep, complete along with the nightmares and dissociation of my mind from my body, and for awhile I just rolled with it, no matter how terrifying it was.  It was like pure fear embodied as a visual entity with a voice.  That's what I thought it was, pure terror.  I don't know why I allowed it to affect me for so long, but I know I was definitely ALLOWING it to affect me, and this time the nightmare and dissociation went on for another 1-2 hours, but it was definitely longer than last time.

Eventually I realized that I had laid down trying to fall asleep, and remembered that the same thing had happened last time.  I realized that this probably meant that I couldn't sleep until the LSD wore off.  I got up, once again sweaty and hot from my seisuring, and decided to take in all the beauty around me.

I looked out the window.  It was evening and dark.  I looked at all the stuff around me and appreciated the beauty in everything I saw.  I decided to look in the mirror.

I looked like death.  I looked like I had been to hell and back.  My face looked 'dry', is one of the ways I can describe it.  Dry and hot.  My eyes were shot, and I looked very cranky and slightly insane, like I could start giggling maniacally at any moment.  I realized that I was looking at an insane person.  The thought occurred to me, am I ever going to be normal?  I had to convince myself that I was just on a drug, and it would wear off.  But the things I had seen and experienced would be with me forever.  How was I going to live with everything?

By now I was tired of tripping. I wanted to be normal again.  I tried my hardest to ignore the trip and go on functioning normally. I had to try to think of what would be 'normal' for me.  'Normal' for me would be to sit on my computer and chat on IRC, but that was far too unfulfilling. I really didn't want to do that.

My friend told me that having an orgasm on LSD was really intense, but I didn't feel at all like masturbating. I started, and tried, but I just wasn't in the mood. Nowhere close to it. I wondered how he could ever have the motivation to do such a thing while tripping. It was the last thing I wanted to do.

It was about T+8 hours, and I didn't know what to do with myself.  I didn't want to go out of my room, and I didn't want to do anything that was in my room.  I decided to watch some anime - Azumanga Daioh.  That normally amused me.  But as I watched it, I quickly realized that I could not focus on the storyline at all. It was like I was seeing small clips of the video, one at a time, out of sequence with each other, so that the storyline made no sense and the conversations the characters had were ridiculous and did not follow a sequence.  I realized that my state of mind was changed so much that I could not do normal things, so I let myself do what my mind felt was natural and easy for it. Instead of watching the anime with a normal intent, I watched it admiring the artwork, watched the characters morph out of proportion to one another, change colours, etc.  I found this so funny that I watched another episode or two.

By the end of these, I knew my LSD trip had to be over, but I still felt high and wired.  But I was so tired.  I talked to my friend who gave me the LSD, on IRC, and he seemed slightly surprised by the length of my trip, but was not really concerned.  He told me to just relax and let it happen. I explained that I wanted to sleep, and he said I wouldn't be able to sleep until it was over, so just take it for granted.

At this point I had run out of things to do and I was desperately trying to find something to keep me from falling into another nightmare.  I decided to draw.  I became completely involved in my drawing - it felt essential that I draw what the LSD wanted me to draw.  But I wasn't making any sense.  At one point the pen I was using ran out, so I started using a strawberry to draw with, not realizing that this was not really drawing but smudging the remains of a strawberry all over the page.  I had a laughing fit when I realized that the strawberry had killed the pen, or something like that. I wrote 'The evil strawberry attacked the pen!'  Or was it the pen attacked the strawberry, I really don't remember.

Eventually I found another pen to write with.  I had drawn a few pages, and this new page was going to be special.  This page was going to be beautiful. I wanted to make something beautiful and significant.  So I began, with trembling lines that wrapped around themselves to form peaks, valleys, and eye-like structures.  I only got half done before I got tired.  I again desperately wanted to sleep and be rid of this altered state. I wanted to be normal again.

I started to freak out, got scared that I would never be normal again.  I couldn't see any conceivable way that I could possibly go back to normal after what I had learned and knew.  I pushed these thoughts out of my mind, and decided to 'roll with it' again.  Without thinking, I laid on the floor, stomach down, and stared at the floor. I could see patterns. They were rumbling, but weren't quite the same patterns I had seen before.  By now I knew the LSD must have worn off, but I was still altered.  It was very scary, but I kept rolling with it, figuring that fighting it would only hurt me and there was nothing I could do to help myself.

This next part is extremely hard to remember, but I'll try.

I laid on the floor and spread my arms and legs.  I kept shaking and shaking and felt a resonance within my shaking.  I thought there was something significant about the way I shook. I thought I was vibrating the way the universe vibrated, that I had become one with the universe.  That if I kept this up, I would become pure energy.  I kept trembling and shaking on the floor, and felt my body burst with white light.  I was no longer in my body, and I saw myself on the floor and thought I was dead.  I had a conversation with 'God', some might say, though I've never believed in God. I think of it more as a conversation with the universe. It was not in spoken words, so I don't remember what it was and even if I did, I could not explain it or describe it or remember it.

I also thought that I had died, but this didn't bother me one bit. I realized that I had nothing left to live for, and there wasn't really anything I wanted to do in my life.  Through all my life I was a drifting soul, pretty much just seeking pleasure and understanding.  That was all. Other people had goals like having a family, becoming a master of a profession, or becoming the best at something.  Me, I had nothing.  I was in university with no place to go, nothing to lose.  And as I realized this, I started to come back to my body. But I didn't want to.  I begged the universe to let me stay in this enlightened state, but I was not allowed. I was condemned to my body, but I shouldn't be sad about it.

Nonetheless, I was, and when I woke up in my body, I was frustrated, despite not understanding most of what went on.  I laid there on the floor, and once again slipped into a nightmare non-sleep non-awake state.  I didn't care anymore. There was nothing left.  Nothing that existed mattered.  Nothing that I felt mattered. We are just arrangements of vibrating strings.

All of a sudden I realized how ridiculous this was.  All the things I'd experienced.  By now it was far, far, far past the time that LSD was supposed to wear out, and I was still experiencing open eye visuals and especially closed eye visuals.  I didn't want to experience it anymore. I wanted to go to sleep.  I got very scared, very very scared, and went back on IRC to talk to the friend who gave me the LSD.

He wasn't there, so I started yelling and screaming in my mind.  I needed him. He'd been through this type of thing, maybe not exactly like it, but he'd done lsd. How did he cope?  I needed to know how to cope.  So I stayed there, waiting, until he came back, at which point everyone else in the channel seemed very concerned. I didn’t' want to bother anyone, that was the last thing I wanted to do, but I didn't know what else I could do.

I talked to him and he told me that this was probably happening because of my sleep deprivation, and that if I slept I'd feel better.  I explained that I couldn't sleep. Every time I laid down and tried to sleep, I fell into that 'nightmare'.  He told me to just roll with it, but I couldn't do that anymore. It was too scary.  Too much.  I tried a few times, to lay down and sleep, but every time I felt the nightmare creeping up on me I had to stop.  By now I was crying, with tears streaming down my cheeks, and I started looking for the emergency number. I was convinced that doctors could get me out of this. They could fix it. I wanted to know from my friends that if I told them about this, that nothing bad would happen to me. That I wouldn't get fined or go to jail or get a criminal record.  Unfortunately they couldn't tell me that.  It was an illegal substance that I took, so I would be mistreated and nobody would take me seriously.

My friend told me that I had to sleep before this would be over, and I cried, because I knew I couldn't sleep, so I thought it would get worse and worse and worse until I died.  Plus, I couldn't function in public, so I couldn't go down to the cafeteria to eat. The food in my room would run out eventually, and when it did... I'd be screwed.

He suggested chamomile tea.  Yes! I thought. Why didn't I think of that before?  I have chamomile tea.  With a renewed sense of 'this can work', I brewed some tea and drank it while I watched my fish.  I eventually calmed down.  I laid down and tried to sleep, but still the nightmares passed over me.  You have to understand that by this time, nearly 24 hours had passed. I had tripped all through the night and experienced more than most people experience in their whole lives. I was trying to handle it, but it was really hard.

I had another cup of tea and suddenly tiredness took over me.  It was noon the day after I had taken the LSD, so 22.5 hours by the time I fell asleep, and I slept until 10 PM.  When I woke up, I barely knew who or what I was.  It took a few minutes to register in me that I had just been through a really, absurdly long and violent LSD trip.  I got anxious and checked my closed eyes for visuals.  None.  I checked the things around me for visuals. None.  I waved my hand in front of me.  Nothing.

I had never been so happy in my life to be normal.

I slept until about 6 in the morning the next day, to have another cup of chamomile, then went back to sleep until after noon.  When I woke up I felt like a million bucks.  It was amazing. Life was amazing.  I had a renewed interest in life.  I wanted to do everything.  I was so damn happy that I was alive.

After-effects:

By now, 6 months after the trip, I have experienced a few 'flashback'-like states, where I experienced the extreme paranoia and terror that I had sometimes experienced while on LSD.  I am sure they were from the experience, because I had never experienced this sort of thing before.  I had always been relatively mentally healthy, if a little bit depressed at times.  Despite this, I think my experience changed me for the better. I don't know what it is, but reality seems slightly different. I have learned to be more accommodating of other people, friendlier, and more accepting to different viewpoints. And this is from somebody who has never had an enemy in her life.

The main thing that has stuck with me is that now, whenever I look at some water, if I concentrate, I can see the rainbows that refract from the light entering the water.  It's not exactly unpleasant at all, in fact I rather like it.  I'd call it a very positive thing. It reminds me that I don't know everything.  Life is more complicated than I think it is.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 56437

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 22, 2006	Views: 86,845

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


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

		   T+ 1:15

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 6:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I have been trying to get acid for a long time. I had previously tried sugar cubes on two different occasions but they were bunk. Aside from the appeal of experiencing stimuli that do not exist, I was very interested to see how it compared to mushrooms and DXM, both of which I have done numerous times. I got into an argument with a friend who believed that Acid was far more intense than either of those, however the argument fell short because I had never done acid, and he had never done DXM. Needless to say, when my friend called me up saying that he had 2 hits of blotter acid for me, I rushed over to his place and dropped both on the spot.

By the time I got back to my room, I could already feel it building somewhere inside of me. The anxiety was the first symptom I noticed, and as time went on I got more and more giddy and excited. About a quarter of an hour later, I noticed the first visuals. The ceiling of my dorm is textured plaster but I did not remember it being THAT textured. The bumps and marks stood out more than usual, giving it a more 3d look to it. Soon after that, it began to visibly  pulse and swirl, not fast, but slowly, like it was a pool of standing water. I was quite amused at this point because I had finally gotten acid that worked!

After giggling to myself at the strangeness of the moving ceiling and walls I noticed a striking similarity to mushrooms. The room would lighten and darken seemingly randomly, much like it does indoors on a partly cloudy day when the sun is blocked periodically. I reasoned that this was because my eyes were contracting and dilating, allowing more or less light to my retina. These effects held steady for the next hour or so while my friend used our printer for her homework. At one point I went into the bathroom, and watched my face change dramatically. I couldn't help but laugh like a madman, enjoying how the trip was going.

After another half hour or so, I was beginning to worry that I had reached the peak. After all, I am used to mushrooms which peak much sooner than LSD. Finally, I decided to walk my friend back to her dorm on the other side of campus. I would soon find that I was the one who needed to be walked, not her.

I stepped outside, smiling constantly and examining the fall night. My first experience with a tree was when I realized, quite suddenly, that the LSD had far from peaked.

I stared at the tree for a second, not particularly, but then I got a strange feeling. I think it was because the whole tree canopy was writhing and flowing like the walls inside. It felt as if the tree was some alien creature. I imagine I felt much the same way a person would feel the first time they saw a tree. For some reason I felt that this massive organism was trying to reach out and grab me which creped me out slightly. I was still smiling though, and took it all in stride, walking on towards the opposite side of campus.

By the time we made it to the Student Union, I was barely able to communicate. Fences, trees, brick walls, anything with an existing pattern would seize all of my attention to the point where I felt no need to talk, just stare and watch. I was able to tell my friend that if I were to stop and look at any one thing for too long, I would get lost in it, unable to communicate or look away without great effort. If I had been walking alone I surely would have explored this further, but we had a destination and that fact kept me on track, though just barely. Walking behind the Union, we passed a construction yard, another awe-inspiring sight. The shear amount of geometric shapes in the scaffolding, fencing and construction equipment threatened to steal my attention once again. I stopped and stared for a bit, watching the shimmering and waving patterns turn into a kaleidoscope of colors, all twisting in at the same direction and speed. The longer I stared, the more other-worldly the hallucinations became, and I was thoroughly happy. This was exactly what I had hoped for.

Past the construction yard I spotted something that looked like a tomato near a dumpster. I approached it, and was thoroughly surprised that it was a squishy foam apple. This discovery made me ecstatic, like I was meant to find this apple. I kept it for the entire trip, and still have it on my desk now. My connection to such a simple and useless item confused me, but again, I just went with it, carrying my apple around with me like it was the sensible thing to do.

We were within sight of my friend’s dorm by now, and as I walked down a path (that I thought seemed similar to walking down evolution, though now that I think about it, there was nothing special about this path at all) she exclaimed that I had never heard her play piano. After excitedly agreeing to listen to her play, we took a short walk to the nearby performing arts center. As I walked in the front door, it looked as if the walls were designed with skull motifs above the doors. I stood and stared at them, fairly sure they didn't exist at all, but unable to ask my friend if they were real. When we walked into the lobby of the center, I nearly lost myself again in a fit of laughter. The place, by any standard, is impressive.

The 20 foot ceiling with balconies and crisscrossing supports grabbed my attention first. We then walked up a large staircase which also looked crazy, though I do not remember why. After walking down multi-colored hallways with posters and bulletin boards decorating the walls, I turned the corner into a bright orange passage. The color change hit me like a train, and this time I couldn't control my laughter. I cackled like a crazy man as we walked to the practice room. The whole place was nearly empty, and the only evidence of others was the drifting sound of piano being played from one of the other practice studios. I remember comparing it to the aroma of a freshly cooked meal, wafting from a family kitchen.

We got into a vacant room, which was no larger than 12 by 12, furnished by 1 piano and a few seats. I took a seat and She began to play. Now, after 13 years of practice, it goes unsaid that she is very good, but when she started playing, my world exploded. The body rolls were all-consuming, triggered by certain notes and sounds in the songs that somehow flew from her fingers. To me it seemed like she should be playing in front of a crowd, not in a small back room, she was that amazing! Individual keystrokes would cause different colors to flare, much like playing with different saturation levels on photo editing programs. There is no way I can even hope to explain this in a way that gives it the correct credit. It was amazing, truly and utterly.  She played Grande Valse Brillante Op 18 E-flat major, Funeral March from Op. 35, and Fantasie Impromptu Op. 29 in A-flat major, all three by Chopin, Rondo Capriccioso by Felix Mendelssohn, and Prelude in C-sharp minor Op 3 No. 2, by Rachmaninoff. Songs triggered different emotions and feelings, thoughts and visuals.

I truly understand now the power of music and its ability to portray deep emotions that no written word can even hope to describe. I’ve always had a strong connection to music, but nothing remotely close to what occurred in that room. I sat there, in complete amazement as the room around me became everything but what it actually was. My fingertips glowed neon green, non-existent entities left color trails through the air, the walls pulsed and swirled to the music, and notes seemed to hang in the air. My friend changed numerous times throughout her performance. At one point she became an 18th century court elite entertaining a dinner party. At another, she was a fat farmer playing piano, and still other times she was simply a silhouette of strange flowing shapes. The piano legs turned into a roman colonnade and the desk surface I was sitting in front of was a spiraling floral design. I noticed that acid created an amazing amount of external stimulus, but not too many internal thoughts to go with them. I don't remember thinking too much of anything during this period, too intent on the eye candy that was materializing from nowhere to pay attention to my own brain. LSD seemed to hold my attention completely .

She played for about an hour, able to change my emotion with a single chord. At one point we tried to analyze what each note did, with limited success. One series of notes she played reminded me of the cold, and I watched as the room froze in a bluish crystalline pattern, spreading across the walls and ceiling like ice. I kept trying to explain what I was seeing and feeling, but the words wouldn’t flow correctly. I was constantly speaking in confusing and awkward sentences, which normally would irritate me, but I was just too happy to care. The performing arts center closed at 12, so we had to leave. I realized that it felt like so much happened in that little room, like I had run a marathon with my eyes alone. I was exhausted from listening! When I got outside, we parted ways and she went back to her dorm and I headed to mine. I noticed that the hardest hallucinations had stopped by then, even the level of intensity I felt when we first left my dorm was gone, as if the music had drained it all out of me. Now that the trip was back down to a mushroom high, I was confident that I could function again, but disappointed that it was all over.

The walk back was rather uneventful until I got to a cement design near my dorm. Supposedly, a fire burned down one of the buildings long ago, and now the area was cursed. If I step on the center of the design I won't graduate on time, or so the story goes. I decided that if there WAS any bad energy here, I would be able to sense it on acid. I stood, looking into the crisp night fairly confident nothing was going to happen. But then I started getting unexplainably uncomfortable...almost scared. I was so surprised that I was actually feeling something that the fear turned to curiosity. Then I saw it. A strange bipedal  shape blacker than the night, blacker than anything I have ever seen, moved with super-human speed from the fringe of my vision towards where I was looking. I saw it move from the edge of a nearby building, behind a tree and disappear. I couldn't believe it! Did I just see some manifestation of a ghost? I saw it again, this time on the other side of me. At this point I decided that whether it was a malevolent force or not, it deserved respect, so I left it alone and continued to my dorm.

I took a walk to an abandoned frat house, wondering if I would get any more freaky hallucinations. Supposedly, the place burned up in a meth-lab explosion a few years ago, and a kid died. I sat down on an overgrown blacktop and looked at the building. The windows were boarded up and I watched them change from brown to white. Strange shapes and faces looked back at me from the windows, but only the windows, none of the rest of the building changed in any noticeable way. After watching the clouds race by for a few minutes, I felt as if a great change was occurring, the weather foretold something about the future, but I couldn't place exactly what it was trying to say.

After meeting my friends who sold me the acid, I was both glad and disappointed that I could talk coherently again.

I headed back to my dorm after talking to them for awhile. My head was starting to hurt (similar to the first time I did mushrooms) and when I got inside it had become quite painful. I decided that maybe smoking a bowl would help, so I packed some Northern Lights and smoked it while hanging out with my roommate. As I smoked, the hallucinations hit me again, nearly as intense as back in the performing arts center. He was playing football on PS2 while I smoked. I saw that there were Referees sitting in different locations around our common room. One sat to my left, one to my right, and one stood in front of me near the TV. My roommate changed the channel to cartoons, commenting that watching them would have been strange on acid. Fortunately the trip hadn’t ended yet and I watched him turn into a cartoon himself! When I told him this, he stood up and began waving his arms around, which promptly turned into flippers. I laughed hysterically. He thought it was amusing that he had flippers as well.

It was about 2 am by this point and I decided that it was time to go to sleep, after all, I did have class the next day. I laid down in my bed, staring at the morphing ceiling and eventually passed out. I woke up again at 5 am with a splitting headache. It was so bad that I had to walk to get some Tylenol before I could get to sleep again. This, in my opinion was the only negative of the whole trip.

In my personal experience, Acid is very similar to mushrooms, but it lacks the overwhelming emotional aspect of mushrooms. The emotions were intense, yes, but amusement and joy predominated. I was never once truly afraid, depressed or angry. Other similarities include the anxiety during the come-up, and the milder hallucinations. Acid most certainly surpasses mushrooms in visual intensity however, but left me much more drained than fungus does. I also noticed that my brain’s attention was strictly on the hallucinations. Not only were these strange sights interesting in a logical sense, but it actually felt good to look at them, much like eating a piece of candy.

As for my previous argument about LSD versus DXM, Dex still holds the title for most intense. Never once did I feel like I couldn’t handle what acid had to show me. Never was I panicked or confused which is fairly common in the midst of a robo-trip. LSD and DXM are nearly opposite in how they affected me. All of the visuals on LSD were external. Everything that I saw, heard and felt, came from outside. I tried to close my eyes at one point, curious to see if I would still hallucinate, but I did not. DXM requires no external stimulus at all and closing my eyes often increases the depth and intensity of the trip. This, among other chemical synergies between LSD and DXM leads me to wonder what taking both would be like.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 56905

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 26, 2006	Views: 22,684

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

Note: Although I have had numerous mushroom and LSD experiences, I am naturally very resistant to tripping and usually have to consume large quantities of hallucinogens to feel effect. This experience was truly unique because I ate only 1 tab of acid and still had an intense trip with visuals. This is copied verbatim from what I wrote the morning after the experience.

So I tripped balls on acid last night and it was such an amazing experience I want to write it down before it fades. I can't remember it all clearly, but here goes:

We all ate the acid in Mike's basement around 1:00 pm. I kept the tab on and under my tongue for at least an hour. I remember looking around at the walls, the ceiling, the floor, trying so hard to see something, anything out of the ordinary. I started to feel kind of weird after a while. My stomach felt really hollow and my chest was really tight, and when I stood and walked around I felt clumsy and kind of drunk.

We decided to go upstairs and go get some food while we were sober enough to make it. I had this feeling of surreality watching my hands make that sandwich, as if they weren't really mine. I just kind of rushed through it because I felt really confused and a little unsettled at my inability to manipulate peanut butter, jelly, bread, and knife into an edible sandwich. Chris was cracking up so much he was barely even started when I finished my sandwich and sat down on the couch.

Mike started playing his little sister's toy keyboard, which was hilarious--Mike, usually the whiskey-chugging, smart-mouthed jerk who's always starting a fight, was sitting there grinning like a fool and banging away on this pink toy keyboard and loving every minute of it. It was really hard to eat my sandwich and I gave up before I finished it. We all went back downstairs into the basement. Chris and I sat on the bed and Mike started playing Need For Speed Underground, which kept him occupied for a good part of the trip.

Nick showed up and we went to the other side of the basement and smoked a joint, which didn't get me stoned, but when we came back and sat on the bed I started to feel really strange. My first hallucination was a really faint tracing of colored lines on the ceiling, which slowly faded and then retraced in a new pattern. I remember I was so happy to have any hallucinations at all that I held onto those lines for awhile, concentrating on them, trying to make them more vivid and real.

When I looked down at the floor, I knew I was tripping hard. The fabric of the rug was rising and forming itself into little mounds and ridges, creating a crazy 3-D oriental rug pattern. I didn't tell anybody about any of this at the time because I was so fascinated by it and also kind of afraid it would go away. It started to look like the little pieces of rug fiber which weren't fully attatched to the rug were lifting upwards as if some force opposite to gravity was coaxing them towards the ceiling.

Then I started trying to describe the rug to everyone. This is when I really started tripping, and my memories are a little more disjointed and hard to put in order. I remember smoking cigarette after cigarette because the smoke was turning into these beautiful, thin ribbons of colored smoke, blue and purple and green and silver, which rose into the air and formed patterns which spread and morphed and grew into each other and collided and dissapeared and then formed again. It was the most beautiful and fascinating thing I have ever seen. I saw similar colored lines and shapes on the ceiling tiles, but nothing could compare to the cigarette smoke. I remember watching the ashes form on the end of my cigarette and thinking with wonder how much it resembled decay and decomposition as the ashes formed and became skeletal, gray, like the bones of an ancient organism slowly crumbling to dust.

When Mike finally stopped playing Need For Speed and started playing the little piano again it looked like so much fun I had to ask him for it so I could try it. I remember sitting down cross-legged on the floor with my hair hanging down over the keys and following the colored lights. (The keyboard would light up the keys you had to press to play a song one by one.) I could hear each individual note as I pressed it but I was so distracted by the colored lights I couldn't put them together in a song.

A few times I was having such a blast pressing the buttons I forgot they made noise and looked around trying to find the source of the unending note, only connecting it with the keyboard when I looked down at my finger on the key. As I sat there and played, I felt myself growing physically smaller and smaller; even my fingers looked tiny on the keys. The room felt huge and I felt so, so small.

At some point I laid back on Mike's bed and stared at the ceiling and all the colors and lines and oriental patterns that were forming across it. As I was watching them I tried to make the hallucinations stronger; eventually one section of the ceiling became a blur of color with lines and dots passing across it as if they were orbiting something or flying through space.

I don't know how many hours we spent just staring at things, but eventually Nick left to go pick up some bud. He came back with Ashley and Kim. When they walked in I remember saying, You guys missed so much! You have no idea what you missed--so much stuff just happened! As I said it I began to feel the most incredible feeling coursing through my body. I can't really describe it, but I guess the closest would be happiness and energy and understanding flowing in my veins like electricity in my blood.

It was the most beautiful feeling. I felt so priveleged to be feeling it that I didn't even miss it when it went away, I was so happy to have been able to experience it even once. We all decided to go outside in the snow to smoke a bowl. I looked up at the night sky and immediately became so fascinated by the falling snow I almost couldn't look away. It was so beautiful, falling in tiny, downy little white flakes that eventually became pink and then sparkled and grew trails like fireworks and smoke.

I remember telling everyone, This is so beautiful! Look at this! Appreciate it with me! because I felt it was so pretty it would be wrong not to appreciate and share it. We smoked a couple bowls out there and even though Chris was complaining about the cold Mike and I couldn't even feel it. A couple times the three of us just started laughing uncontrollably and Nick, Ashley, and Kim were just staring at us like we were crazy (which I guess we technically were.)

At one point I was so overcome with happiness I managed to stop laughing long enough to blurt out, I'm so sorry you guys aren't tripping! This is soo funny! And that got even the sober people laughing. I remember Nick telling me I looked like a little kid as I was staring at the snow between hits. When we finally got too cold we all went inside and listened to Pink Floyd.

I remember turning the music up over and over again because it just sounded so good. I would eventually turn it all the way up, but then no one could hear each other so they would turn it down, but then I would slowly turn it all the way up again. It just sounded so beautiful I wanted it louder and louder.

Ashley and Kim left and Chris, Mike, and I went back to staring at stuff. As we started to come down, we all got really quiet. Throughout the trip we had been laughing and talking and describing hallucinations and concepts to each other, but that stopped. I just kept getting tangled up in my thoughts, contemplating the most meaningful things but unable to verbalize it before I got lost in another chain of thought.

I remember looking through the detatched barrel of Mike's paint ball gun, which turned the light into concentric circles of rainbow colors. The colors were so bright and vivid and beautiful it took me forever to think of the names for them. I remember sitting on the floor in the basement and staring at the slowly moving patterns made out of the rug for what seemed like hours, but not in a boring way. By the time Jake and Evan showed up I wasn't seeing much of anything anymore and, besides feeling really quiet and contemplative, I was done tripping for the night. That was probably around 10:00 or 10:30 pm.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42014

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 7, 2006	Views: 34,995

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