		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 0.25 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Me and four friends decided to take acid one night in March of yesteryear. It was my first time, D's(girl) 3rd time, A's(guy) third time, R (A's girlfriend) and J(guy) were more experienced. My previous experience with psychedelics consisted of a handful of shroom trips. The blotter we got was pretty strong. Even though it was my first time I decided to take 2, D and A 1.5 each, R 1, and J 2. We started out on the upper west side in Manhattan. Our plan was to drop, smoke a lil, go see Sonicvision at the planetarium, and all sleep over D's dad's house in Queens.

We each took 1 tab at first, walked ~5 blocks to go smoke on someone’s roof, and while we were on the roof I took another tab, the others took 1/2 more each. On the walk back to the planetarium we were all coming up, it was pretty good. It turns out we missed our show, and would have to wait an hour for the next one. D and R stayed to play in the planetarium (realllllly cool place), and me, J, and A went to go smoke a bowl in the park. As we were smoking, we all kept hallucinating people walking down the path towards us; it turned out there was never anyone there.

It was close to show time, so we went back in the planetarium. R was in a corner with D, apparently consoling her. It turns out she was really scared and anxious for some unknown reason, and didn't want to go into the light show. I reasoned with her, telling her it was all ok, she was just tripping, and that we all just paid $15 for the really cool lightshow so we should all go in. I guess she had a lot of trust in me, so she gave in. As we started walking into the dome I found out, much to my dismay, that she had already called her dad and told him she was freaking out and needed a ride home. Once we were sitting down and the lights went off, she started getting scared again. I kept trying to calm her down as the show started. She asked me for some of my Snapple, so I passed her the bottle. It looked like she was ok for now, so I sat back and started to watch the show.

Bad idea. The next thing I know, she’s standing up, talking on her cell phone to her dad. 'I took a tab and a half of acid, and I'm drinking peach Snapple!' she said very loudly into the phone. Then she started babbling some incoherent bullshit, so I took the phone away from her. I really didn't want to do it, but I figured I had to talk to her dad. Apparently, she had told him earlier that she was planning to trip that night, and he was cool with it. That made it easier on me to talk to him. I told him that she was safe, just freaking out a bit. She kept asking for him to come pick us up, so I told him that it might be a good idea to do that. He was in the city, kinda close by, so it wasn't a problem for him. He said he would meet us on 81st and Columbus in ~15 minutes. At this point one of the ushers had come over and was telling us not to use a cell phone, but we were leaving anyway. We got outside into the brisk night, and kept trying to keep D calm and out of the busy streets.

She saw her dad before the rest of us, and started running across the street to his car. Luckily, the light was in our favor, so it was ok. She got into the front, and the rest of us crowded into the back. It would have been a very tight fit with just me, A, and J; R had to sit on A's lap and put her legs across us. As soon as D started talking to her dad she was incredibly better. Totally the opposite of before, very euphoric, singing along to the music, we thought the bad part of the night was over. J informed D's dad that he had to stop at his house to get his diabetes stuff, so off we went.

D's dad started talking. I didn't hear what was said at the time, but later found out that he said, 'Hey, did you guys here about that girl and her friends who got into the car with someone who they thought was her dad, but he kidnapped them all and killed them?' J had never met D's dad before, so he couldn't be sure if this was really him. He thought that this guy was going to kill us all, so he reached across the seat, grabbed D's dad by the shoulder and shouted, 'Yo, man, chill! Pull the fuck over!' D's dad just started laughing, and said, 'Was it that bad of a joke?' J looked around at our shocked faces, and realized that it really was her dad. He apologized, and her dad was totally cool with it. We stopped at J's building, and he ran inside to get his stuff. Then we were off to Queens.

That was without a doubt the most intense car ride I have ever had in my life. Any of you guys who have been in a fast moving car while tripping reallllllly hard can probably understand that. For much of the trip, I felt like we were in a roller coaster. Everything outside the car was just a blur. At one point I discovered closed eye visuals. I had read about them, but had never experienced them myself, and I didn't really know what they were like. Well, to make a big understatement, they were amazing. I kept my eyes closed for ~1/3 of the trip, and then we finally got to D's dads house. When we got inside D's dad said he was going to bed. He said we could have any food we wanted, but if we wanted alcohol we should only drink the Smirnoff in the freezer. He went upstairs to bed, and we didn't see him till next morning.

D was still very happy, and she showed us this big 12' wooden pipe that she got in Brazil. Oh yea, I forgot to mention this: we had about a half ounce of shitty weed, and a $50 bag of nice hydro for the night. We wanted some blunts, so we decided to walk a few blocks to the store. None of us were 18 at the time, and D was the only one who had an 18+ id, one of her friends'. She was doin ok at this point, so we figured it was safe to let her buy some blunts. She goes up to the register, asks for the blunts, and the guy looks at her id. 'This doesn't look like you,' he said. 'What?!?' she replied. 'It doesn't look like me? That's cause it's NOT me, BITCH!' She ran out of the store, without the blunts, of course. We were now in a bit of a dilemma. We decided to send J in to try, because he has a beard, and looks a bit older. He came out a minute later, successful. We walked back to D's house, all of us trippin balls, and happy as ever.

When we got back the first thing we did was roll a fat blunt. I was easily tripping the hardest, but I was also the best roller, so I decided to take the responsibility. They were reluctant to let me, thinking I was gonna fuck it up, but they gave in eventually. I surprised myself by not fucking it up, and rolling it just fine. We went down into the basement and smoked it. This is where things get a little hazy, I guess b/c of all the weed I was smoking after this point. On top of being stoned I was peaking, and much more fucked up than I had ever been in my life. J pulled out his leftover 1/2 tab, and I instantly wanted more. I thought that things couldn't get bad, only better. I asked him to give me half of that half, and being a nice guy, he did. Well, that 1/4 tab did much more than I expected it to, it totally sent me over the top. From here on, events might not be in chronological order, but I can't remember to well. I'll do my best, though.

D started getting weird again. She wasn't scared or anything, not right away at least. Just acting weird. Like making sexual advances on all of us, even R. We decided to make her smoke some more regs, in hopes that it would calm her down. We used her big wooden pipe this time, it was pretty cool. When it got passed to her, she didn't smoke it normally. She put the pipe to her lips, and started to lick it like, well, you know. We got her to stop servicing the pipe, and to start smoking it. As far as I can tell, smoking more regs made her neither better nor worse.

When we went back upstairs I decided to listen to some music. I put on headphones, and closed my eyes. Wow, I thought to myself. It was like I was in the dome at the planetarium again, except the visuals were different. It was really like being in a big dome, the entirety of which was covered with some kind of green superhero type pattern, moving to the beat of the music. I enjoyed myself like this for a while, then got up to get something to eat. Here's where that 1/4 tab hit me, and I started to freakout a bit. I opened up the fridge, but I couldn't seem to figure out what there was to eat.

I became very distressed, opening and closing the fridge every few seconds, but never taking any food out. For some reason, there was a big plate of pancakes on the counter, I guess they were from that morning. They seemed to be pretty fresh, so I decided to eat one of those. I ripped off a piece and put it in my mouth. I let it sit there for a while, then started swishing it around with my tongue. There was something I was supposed to be doing in order to eat it, I thought to myself. It turns out that I had forgotten about chewing. I didn't realize it then, only that I had some food in my mouth and I was unable to eat it.

Now I started really getting scared, I had no idea what was going on. Some pancake started to fall out of my mouth, and eventually I spit the whole thing into the garbage. It was ~12am at this point, and not having eaten since about noon the day before, I was pretty hungry. I started to think that it was very important that I get some food now, and opened up the fridge again. Still, I couldn't get anything out of there. I was getting more and more distressed, when finally A helped me to make one of those cups of noodles, and I was able to get that down.

I had another peach Snapple that I had gotten at the store when we bought blunts, and I was drinking it in the kitchen. I went to set it down on the counter, but somehow dropped it on the floor. The bottle didn't break, but there was liquid everywhere. I stood there, looking at the floor, and J and A told me to clean it up. I still stood there, looking at the floor, and they told me again. I informed them that I couldn't see the Snapple, even though it was brown and the floor was white. Try as I might, I couldn't distinguish between the Snapple and the floor, and I eventually unrolled a whole roll of paper towels, and covered the entire kitchen floor. I eventually got the floor all cleaned up, and then I realized I didn't have my cell phone on me.

I figured I must've dropped it in the couch while listening to music, but I couldn't find it. This put me into a really bad thought loop. I started to think that I had to get my life in order. The first step to doing that was finding my cell phone. I couldn't find the fone. Why can't I find the fone? Cuz I'm such a mess; I gotta get my life in order. Ok, I gotta find the fone. This went on for some time, finally I got out of it somehow. Then I started to think about how I had been tripping for hours, and it was still really strong. I started wondering when I was gonna stop. I didn't exactly get the classic 'OMG I'm never gonna come down', but I was worried that I would still be tripping when I went home the next day. I asked my friends if I would still be tripping at 12pm(~16 hours after dropping), and they assured me I would stop way before that. That calmed me down a bit.

I wanted to look at the closed eye visuals again, but I kept getting distracted. I decided that I needed solitude, and begged A and J to lock me in the basement by myself for an hour. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, they wouldn't do it. They decided they would come downstairs with me, and smoke some more weed. After doing that, they turned the lights off. I started to get scared, but they made me calm down, and then started making trails with their cigarettes for me to look at. This was really cool for a few minutes, then we smoked some more weed. After this point I was calmed down a lot, I guess smoking all that regs really smoothed things out. The rest of the night was good for me, but not for D.

During all this smoking/eating/tripping, D was staying by herself. She sat on the couch for a long time, with an expression of mild fear on her face, not talking or interacting with anyone. Then, sometime around 2, she announced that she was going to bed. We all thought this was kinda weird, but since she didn't seem to be freaking out, we let her go. My memory at this point is really bad, so I will skip to the next part I remember. At ~3am we still had a lot of weed, so we decided to pack a gotti. I did this, and we went downstairs to smoke it. In the middle of the siph, D comes downstairs. She was all bundled up in her coat, hat, boots, etc. The first thing she says is that we all have to leave. 'You guys have to get out of the house, now. I'm coming with you. Let's go to the park. The park is a much better place to smoke.' We inquired about this park, and she told us it was ~1 mile away. We told her that there was absolutely no way we were going to the park, and made her sit down and smoke the gotti with us.

After this, people started to go to sleep. I tried, but was not sleepy at all, and still trippin. I was still tripping lightly at 8 or 9 am when people started to wake up. D seemed to be all better, she was back to her normal self. I took a cab back to Manhattan with R and J, then traveled for another two hours to get home in Staten Island. On the way home, I did a lot of thinking about the night. It was without a doubt the most profound experience of my life, and at some points in the night I really felt like I was on the brink of insanity. To this day, I still feel like I know what it is to be insane. I was tired, and it felt like someone had a huge party inside my head and forgot to clean up. That night completely turned me on to acid, and I will never forget it.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 44450

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 9, 2007	Views: 5,462

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

After Tripping a handful of times on Mushrooms, I had become increasingly curious as to what exactly an LSD trip was like, and when I stumbled across some potent gel caps through a friend of a friend, I almost had no choice but to buy them. The night after buying them, I got off of work and headed directly to my buddy Bonzi's house. We had tripped off of shrooms together many times prior, and had near identical experiences each time, so we both knew our levels of tolerance were virtually the same. We didn’t end up dropping the cid until 9:15 PM. We sat in his gazebo for a good half-hour, waiting for his 'rents to go to sleep and for the trip to kick in.

By 10, we found ourselves slightly giggly and abnormally amused by sources of light (lighters, cell phones, street lamps), but nothing too intense. We headed inside to watch the idiot box. It is at this moment that we realize the futility of watching TV in a plain, unadorned room while tripping, and we both declare ourselves nearly stone-cold sober 2 hours into it. After 2-and-a-half, we declare the LSD bunk as hell. Both of us are dry on herbs, and after unsucessfully trying to mooch off of friends, we resort to the ultimate act of stoner desperation; we grab the dirtiest piece we can find and head out for a bowl cruise of straight res hits.

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

By the time we're on our way it's Midnight. As I torch the living hell out of Bonzi's bowl for the third time, it becomes apparent that I am very unsober indeed, and I'm not just buzzing off of the very familiar THC coursing through my veins. The world outside of Bonzi's truck becomes growingly multi-dimesnional, and Disc 2 of the Gratfeul Dead's 'Without A Net', an album which I've listened to hundreds of times, gains a new potency. We crank the music up, melt into the instrumental interplay, and finally become aware of the magic of LSD. Next comes the night's biggest lapse of judgement.

On our way back to Bonzi's we notice a jeep is keeping perfect pace with us the entire time. When we glance back we notice it's two pretty-damn-cute girls. We slow down a notch, and they acellerate in front of us. When we notice the phish stickers on the back of their ride, we safely assume they're stoners like us, so we catch up. Before we know it, we're in the next town, and just as fast we're in the next county, only a few good miles out from getting into bumblefuck nowhere territory at the pace we're going. We find ourselves confused over whether it's us keeping pace with them or them keeping up with us. By the time we think of something cheesy to say, they veer off, and we it dawns on us that we have just followed two girls we didn't even know into the next county without even realizing it, and we conclude that we are in fact tripping.

We start to peak by the time we get back to Bonzi's. We're now listening to Disc 2 of Melon Collie and The Infinite Sadness by the Smashing Pumpkins in his driveway. I notice that when I stare at my reflection in the rearview mirror, The outside world begins to gradually dim, and then get increasingly lighter, just like when the clouds momentarily block the sun during the daytime, only it's about 1 in the morning now. I stare at the trees, and the tiny gaps between leaves and braches form faces, some of which turn blue and begin to fly away. The treelines in the distance begin to radiate a bright gold light, and the horizon slowly changes colors in a manner that seems almost completely natural. I look down at my knees, and an odd pattern of light, almost like real-life pixellation, follows as I slowly move my head.

Feeling almost confined, we decide to take a walk around Bonzi's extremely suburban, American-dream, upper-middle class neighborhood. We both decide that we could just as easily be roaming the Amazon rainforest, the Hidalayan mountains, or the surface of Jupiter. We find ourselves enamored with things as ordinary as bug zappers and streetlights. I get a sudden urge to learn the formula for LSD, and hand it out door to door. This is the peak of the trip, and therefore the most memorable moment.

We watch the twisted anti-meth film 'Spun', which officially becomes the most hilarious movie-watching experience of my life, and it isn't a comedy. We smoke some more res hits as the sun rises, and the daylight adds a completely new element to the trip, which is now beginning to lessen. We take a morning drive, and find ourselves captivated by a large family of geese, camped by a pond. Even as I become sober, I have an increased awareness and appreciation of every precious breathe I take, and every thing around me, good or bad, trivial or significant, beautiful or ugly. LSD, unlike so many other drugs, is not a social lubricant, or even a way to escape harsh realities. It's a full-blown confrontation of those realities, only with a brand-new, previously hidden light casted onto them.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 35108

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 9, 2007	Views: 5,852

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Lorazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Oxycodone
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:00
		 5 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 2:50
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:00
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 Pharms - Lorazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 4:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

It all started at about 2:00 pm when I took an ativan and a percocet and headed out to the beach with a small cooler full of beer that had a side pocket containing 5 .5' hits of acid and garcia y vega whiffs. I was feeling good from the pills about half an hour later when I got on to the beach and sat down with some friends to chill, drink some beer, watch some ladies and smoke some whiffs. I felt extremely happy and energetic after I drank a good 5 beers. Now the night before I didn’t get any sleep at all because I took 1 1/2 .5' long hits and tripped extremely hard. It was a very good and positive trip so I was having a great time on the beach despite the fact that I had been bereft of one night's sleep. Soon later we went swimming in the ocean which felt awesome and then me and the friends I met up with took off at about 4:30 and we were to meet at my house to have band practice in the garage at 6.

On the way home I stopped to take a piss at the local grocery store, and I looked over at my little cooler and thought, hell I’ll get the acid out and take half a hit while I’m in the bathroom. So at about 4:50 pm I took the hit and headed home and waited around for a while in the garage. My parents weren’t home at the time, my dad was on a fishing trip and wouldn't be back for a little while and my mom was at work so I went upstairs and took a couple more ativans. I just hung out for a bit by myself until my friends showed up at around 6. The acid I took earlier was kickin in about now, and now I’m feeling a bit confused but I was still feeling good. I was seeing the usual breathing on the walls and the see through colorful 'mesh' superimposed on everything in my visual. I pulled out the 4 1/2 hits I had left and sold them to my friends. One of them took a hit and took off and told me he'd pay me back later. Two bought a full hit each, another bought the half hit, and I dropped the last full hit myself at around 6:30.

When that hit kicked in, everyone that came over left without a trace as it seemed to me except for our guitarist, leaving me and him in the garage. I played drums, so me and him tried to jam a little bit. By now it was about 7 and I was extremely and ridiculously confused yet still feeling good. Some of the stuff I’m going to explain hereafter may seem bizarre and completely off the wall, but I felt that because I didn’t get any sleep the night before, reality and dream was getting confused with each other causing extremely random hallucinations. Our guitarist was using an acoustic/electric guitar and a loop machine which is where he can record a guitar, drum or bass riff or singing and use it as background. He recorded a riff and played and recorded another riff over that and he must have done that 4 or 5 times. He recorded me jammin on drums and created interweaving drumbeats with the guitar loops playing while me and him jammed over the huge song he made using the loop. During the jam I had a series of about a minute long hallucinations.

I hallucinated that the garage was full of like 60 or 70 band members and we were crossing the line from music to complete chaos for a minute. The next minute the whole atmosphere changed into a small but intricate maze of yellow tunnels and my drum playing constituted me navigating through the maze. The next minute I saw my garage around me and my drumset in front of me come back to me and I was still jammin, and for the record I believe I remember playing really cool beats and fills, but I hallucinated that my drum kit was somehow connected to a complex system of wooden shafts hooked together to wooden old-fashioned wagon wheels which caused wooden buckets of butter to be churned in the upper left and right corners of the garage as I played.

I’ve done acid multiple times before, but I’ve never had strange hallucinations to this extent. I felt like I was under hypnosis while I played the drums and I could not control the images I saw at all. I blacked out multiple times during our little jam, leaving only clips of bizarre looking aliens all around me staring at me in a deranged fashion, and flashes of red, orange, pink, lime green and multicolored light. This was by far the most extremely weird trip of my life. Now I didn’t necessarily not enjoy it, it was alot of fun, but it kind of freaked me out in the kind of 'What the hell is going on' sense. When I tried to call one of my friends up that left, the only word that I could say was 'weird' and the only other sound I could make was laughter. At about 8 I think I remember flashes of flailing around in some type of crazy dancing and headbanging in my room. I remember thinking 'I cant stop the flailing damn it!' Whenever I stopped I stumbled down the hallway, trampled down stairs and call up my friend again cause they haven’t come back to my house yet. They told me one of our friend's tires blew out and they were helping him. I remember muttering 'Wow, weird...weird....haha, weird...'

When my parents came home at around 9, I was surprisingly able to walk and talk normal to them. My friends came back over minutes later and we went over to another friends house to chill and play playstation. I was able to act straight now, but I was seeing some of the most intense colored mesh visuals and breathing and swirling and melting walls and ceilings and slowly spinning and shrinking rooms I’ve ever seen. When I got home at about 11:30 I went straight to my room and to my surprise passed out cold and woke up the next afternoon at about 4:30 feeling refreshed as always after a trip.

I don’t look at this trip as a bad one because even though I blacked out and had little to no control over my actions as I was in this state of mind, I didn’t do anything harmful to myself or others, nor were the hallucinations I remember were threatening or frightful. I consider it noteable because it was the most intensely strange trip of my life, not to mention, to a certain extent, eye opening and as always for me a lot of fun.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 34347

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 9, 2007	Views: 23,660

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LSD (2), Pharms - Lorazepam (79), Sleep Deprivation (140) : Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00
		 300 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Bupropion
		 (daily)

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

		   T+ 4:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   235 lb

I take 200 mg sertraline and 300 mg bupropion daily for depression.  I had read that anti-depressants can lessen the effects of psychedelics such as LSD.  I figured that a little trip is better than no trip at all, right?

I took just one tab at first, because I am sensitive in general to psychoactive substances.  I was with a very experienced psychonaut friend, R, just hanging out in my apartment.  I was a bit nervous because I've landed in the ER with bad drug interactions before and it sucks.  But I felt pretty confident that my day wouldn't end in a hospital.  R and I watched tv while I waited to feel something.  I did feel pretty weird.  It felt a little like the body high from a low dose of DXM, with almost none of the mental/emotional intrigue.  My neck got very stiff and sore, and I couldn't focus my eyes properly.  I had no visual or auditory hallucinations of any kind.  The most noticeable aspect was a kind of buzzing feeling in my whole body, like it was antsy and ready to blast off to outer space but couldn't quite make it off the ground.  I took a second tab about 4-5 hours after the first one just to see if it was a matter of dosage.  It wasn't.

One thing that was mildly interesting: I couldn't taste food.  My brain was receiving the information all the same, but I was experiencing it in a way other than tasting, I don't know what exactly.  I guess that's a kind of synesthesia, like hearing colors or whatever.  I spent most of the 'trip' laying around watching tv and trying to sleep off the neck and jaw stiffness.  I couldn't sleep though.  Overall a huge disappointment followed by a massive 24-hour headache.  I will have to plan very carefully if I want to try to go off the meds for a few days so I can attempt to trip.  It's not usually worth it.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 54624

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 14, 2007	Views: 15,504

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LSD (2), Pharms - Sertraline (88), Pharms - Bupropion (87) : Hangover / Days After (46), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 2 glasses
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

I had always been warned of the dangerous 'bad trip'.  Any emotional or personal upsets that may be happening in your life can strongly influence your trip.  I had the house to myself, two blotter tabs and a dime bag. I took both tabs and waited 45 minutes.  Anxiety and expectation crept into my head as I watched the news.  I figured it was time to smoke a bowl, so I packed one up and stepped out to my garage.  I topped it off with a cigarette, and looked out into the valley.  My vision appeared to shimmer and glow slightly, although not in a brightness sense.  I felt fine.  Blazed, but fine.  I thought a movie would be a good idea, and what better to watch than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas?

I watched it on my computer with the news on mute.  I took random breaks from it, as my mind couldn't focus on one thing for too long.  Then I noticed the story that was on TV.  State Police at an accident scene in my town.  My friend's brother had been killed. I remember thinking 'how terrible'.  But it didn't feel terrible.  I was sorry for the family, but I felt no negative emotion for the duration of the trip.  It had happened on a previous trip, where I felt a total disconnection from my emotions, but this was more of an objective view on them.  It was like sadness with no pain, anger with no rage.  I packed another bowl.

Throughout the trip, I sometimes thought about the accident, but it didn't really bother me.  I smoked bowls and cigarettes as needed.  I was worried that I would suddenly fall into a pit of emotion, but I never did. The total trip lasted about 14 hours, with peak effects lasting about 8.  Waking up after 10 hours of sleep, I felt spaced out, but fine. In my experience, bad trips come from feeling you're not in control.  Every trip is different, and the smallest thing can cause fear in the midst of an acid frenzy.  I was faced with terrible news as the peak began, yet the experience was lovely.  Life is not without a sense of irony.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 43611

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 14, 2007	Views: 8,952

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LSD (2) : General (1), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 LSD

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

I had been smoking weed for about a year and a half when I decided to try LSD.  I became hooked on it immediately.  I loved the high.  I used frequently, about twice a week, for almost a year.  I realize now that I had many bad trips, but I never realized at the time that it could be the acid doing what it did to me.  I would experience great feelings of anxiety and paranoia.  It even got to the point where I would experience minor hallucinations when I wasn't high.  I talked to a good friend of mine about it and he said he experiences the same thing and told me to just ignore it.  Thank god I didn't listen to him.  I knew I had to quit.

I quit doing acid and just stuck to weed for a while,  I stuck to weed for a while but realised the feeling weren't going away, even when I wasn't high I felt them.  Time to quit everything.  It was over a year before the feelings went away, it was very gradual.  It was during that year that I learned that any mind altering agent brought these effects on stronger.  I was helping a buddy paint a store and started getting affected by the paint fumes and had to leave him to finnish on his own.

Finally about 2 and a half years later I was free from these feelings (so I thought)  I decided one day that I was gonna test the waters when someone offered me a joint.  After just a haul or two off the joint and the feelings came rushing back.  I knew then that I would have to stay drug free if I wanted these feelings to be gone for good.  I haven't experienced these feelings since.  Painting and minor toxins no longer bother me, although I've only tested them in short bursts.  I'm not brave enough to test out prolonged exposure.

It took me a long time to openly admit to other people what I had gone through, for fear of disbelief mainly I guess.  I eventually opened up though and am glad for doing so.  I have to say though, I don't regret any of what I did or what happened to me.  I believe I learned a lot about people, life (morals,etc.) and most importatly myself from all of it.  So again I don't regret it, but I don't recommend it either.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 56359

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 14, 2007	Views: 20,824

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LSD (2) : Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), Health Problems (27), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

E drove up and picked me up as I sneaked out of my house and let my first dot melt into my tongue with no hesitation. We drove up to his place. I think it was about 10pm. We had a music on both in the living room and the bedroom. I don't remember how long of a time before I suddenly felt the living room was changing its size. I think it was the effect of the hallogen lamp. My attentions drew over to the dim light that the lamp was spreading out. Dark and back, dark to normal, dark to light. I don't exactly know how to describe this. It just seem like the room was alive and was breathing. I remember asking my friend if he sees the room breathing also. He said that I was just tripping and we laughed.

I was just having so much fun. And then we went under the computer desk and started listening to the music. I don't remember what kind of trance it was, but it certainly wasn't a happy dreamy one because I started to feel like I was in this very dark place with no one beside me and was scared. I also felt very conscious of my self and thought to my self 'What the hell am I doing here?' I think it's then when I started getting a little worried about sneaking back on time. I was suppose to sneak back by 7am before my mom and step dad wakes up. I told E about how I felt and he suggest that we come out of there. We went in to his room and turn out the light, lied on the mattress and started listening to the music again. Orbital was playing. It was really pretty.

When I closed my eyes, I saw this purple rail circulating in front of my eyes in 3-D, and it was still there when I opened my eyes in the dark again. It was really amazing and I was just having alot of fun. I asked E if he was seeing the same things that I was seeing, and he said no and explained to me the kind of things that he was seeing. He said that he was really fucked up and that we were really fucked up. He also said that he was very proud of me of how well I'm handling my self on acid. I think that brought back the worries and the negativity in this trip. I was giving an another thought to the situation. I started giving a doubt to my mind and thought about the possibilities of having a bad trip.

And then I began to notice my self being very worried about getting home on time. By that time I already was picking up on my thought process and got caught up in the internal world instead of just loosing my self in the moments and the visuals and all. I took a look at E's face, and I stared at his face for along time. It started to shape up in to something very dark and monsterous. I got so scared and I ducked my head under my arms and had my face to the pillow. I took another look again at his face and he was smiling. He asked me what was wrong and I told him that he looked like a coyote and that he looked really really scary. I don't remember what he said but I started to feel really bad about what I said to him and thought to my self that I won't tell him anything like that again.

I think I had to go to the restroom or something then. When I went in to the rest room and looked at my self in the mirror, I felt really normal. We sat in the living room and started to play some video games and smoked some cigaret. We were using a plastic cup for the ash trays and I accidently made a whole in the cup and ruined the carpet alittle bit. And then we started to talk. There were alot that we talked about that I will just skip off right now and go to a part where we talked about god. E didn't believe in god but I knew he believed in something. And then I remembered this phrase that E wrote on his computer before we got really high. It was something about fear. How conquring our fear will open a door to the secret. All of a sudden that phrase really started to make sence to me in a not very healthy way.

I was thinking about things in a very scientific way, looking at reality in a very cold naked eyes. I was thinking about faith and for the first time I was a third person looking at my self with the faith and how I could have developed them. And then I burst into tears. I started to feel really depressed. It was really wierd because I wasn’t crying because I have realized the possibility that there might not be such thing as god but because of the fact that I felt like I have lost the magic about the matter and life as if I had already known the secret long time ago. I felt like I knew about the secret all along but had it hidden deep inside me either consciously or unconsciously.

What ever I think about, and what ever I thought was true, felt like the truth at that moment. I was thinking extremely hard and about everything. E said that I was just peaking and that it was all drugs, but it didn't help at all. And then I began to notice the sun coming up. I went out side and I realize E was watching me from the window. I asked him why, and he said that he was worried that I might jump off the balcony. When I saw the sunlight I felt a little better because I felt the warmth and the power of nature. It felt like there had to be something out there. Something ultimately good. We tried to eat and then he took me back to my house.

I was all by my self then. Now I was really hitting a cold reality. With no audience watching over me, and no one to complain anything about. I just had to figure out a way to get back to my house. Then I really started to get worried. It was already really late. I had to think about the way I was gonna get back in. Should I just wait a little and use the front door and act like I just went out for a walk or something. That is when I have noticed my self walking back and forth constantly about 5 times already on that block in front of my house. I got really scared and looked around the area to see if anyone was watching me. Because, even to my self, I looked really crazy. I was walking really fast, up and down that block within about 10 steps distance. I couldn't stop my self from walking and I was really annoyed by it. I had to force my self to calm my self down and literally had to talk to my self 'You have got to stop. You have got to stop'.

I can't really recall how I got back home right now, but I got in very safely. I went back into my room and laid on my bed. It was so bright and I was seeing the patterns in the ceiling comming out at me in a constant motion. I closed my eyes to not look at those patterns and I was still seeing the reflects of what I have just seen. It was driving me nuts. I could not get to sleep. It was thee most annoying experience I have ever had. I also could not stop my self from thinking either. I was thinking about something and I tried to stop my self. But one thinking led to another thinking, and it was just killing me. I think I still extremely high, it has only been like 10 hrs. I wanted to rest but I couldn't.

After that day, I felt suicidal for about 2 weeks. I even wrote a poem about why we should not live and why death should all make us happy. But I also wrote an another poem, about how we should either die or to live it our fullest. I think I had a very low tolerance for LSD, and might have given a big shock on my bio rythm or what ever. I remembered trying to focus on this colorful shapes that I see in the dark before I went to sleep when I was little. I understood where it was all coming from after getting high on acid. Now, I can see them when ever I choose to. But it isn't as easy as how I did them when I was a little girl. I loose my concentration really fast.

I haven't done acid after that day for about 5 years now, and I'm thinking about doing it again after all that bad trip. Reality seems so boring these days and I feel like I have a lot more control over my thoughts, emotions and my world.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 13346

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 16, 2007	Views: 5,880

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Music Discussion (22), Depression (15), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I  hope someone can identify with this or learn from this and in some small way I hope that I help myself by writing this. It has been 6 and ½ years since I last used LSD. I think I used it over 40 times. But really, I have no idea. It may be as few as ten or twenty. The fact is, I just don’t really know.

I have reached a point in my life where I can come to grips with my decisions as a younger man. I am still quite young, after all. I think I have almost come to grips with the fact that I may be nearly insane. And not a day goes by where I would not trade everything I’ve gained from LSD for everything I’ve lost. But I don’t really know. Simply because I no longer have anything to compare my reality with. It has taken me these six years to recover enough in my life to where I realize when I am having a psychotic thought. Finally, I am able to distinguish between reality and imagination. Most of the time.

As a teenager, I experimented quite a bit. Until LSD. I won’t go into my first experience or second experience or third or whatever. Just my Last. And the day I saw the serpent and went to hell. The day that woke me up and changed my life, for better or worse.

I dropped with numerous friends, numerous times. I had come to believe that my theories on life and my spiritual experiences were real. I never really saw anything visual. My trips were always internal. Internal thoughts spiraling into that great kaleidoscope that never ends. The eternal spiral that continues, deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I think I still kaleidoscope. It’s faint now. And only happens when I lie still in bed, awake before I fall asleep.

Anyhow, it was a moderate summer evening in my hometown. Neither cool nor warm. The kind of unremarkable temperature that only strikes you as forgettable. I dropped with an older friend who I looked up to. He abandoned me for himself right before the onset and I walked home to my parents house in the suburbs. I watched some television, and it became boring so I turned it off. I searched my room for something to focus on. My lights were on. The moderate temperature and the well lit poorly decorated room was quiet. No wind, no sound. Nothing. And then, I began to think. I no longer recall what instigated the thoughts, but they spiraled, as do all trips into a continuum, this time into religious thought. And the spiral became a long tail. A scaly green tail. And then the mouth of the serpent swallowed me whole.

I was totally struck. It was like snapping out of a dream and waking up to full and total awareness. And in my awareness, I realized that I had no purpose. None. And in that, I became aware that I was without God.

I was aware and totally pointless. Life was so utterly devoid of meaning it is indescribable. I can only say that I have never felt so empty and alone in my entire life. And I became terrified. Absolute and total terror. I was in hell. Truly, actually, in hell. No burning. No devils. Just a total separation from purpose. I had lost all emotion, aside from utter terror. I couldn’t leave my room. My parents would know. I called someone who I thought was a friend. He cared only about himself, so I hung up.

And cried. With no tears. A weeping, self loathing, pitiful cry without tears. I prayed for god to come back. I prayed for forgiveness. And, after I don’t know how long, I felt better. But this was only the beginning.

I had stopped doing drugs entirely after a short time. I dabbled in pot still, but even that brought me to the spiral and back into some kind of terror. I began to believe that I knew others’ thoughts. I believed that other people knew mine. I restricted my thoughts. I didn’t want anyone to hear me. Then they felt my emotions. I couldn’t hide from anyone. Everyone could see me. Feel me. Hear me without me speaking. And this continued for years. I still feel it. Not as powerful, but I still catch myself thinking that others know my feelings and know my thoughts. I know it isn’t real. Thank you God, I know it isn’t real.

The downside of my trip has taken nearly seven years. At one point I was convinced that God wanted me to write the next bible. I believed that I was a messiah. Not the messiah, but a messiah. At night, I would walk alone for hours talking to myself. I once walked twenty miles all day and into the night arguing with myself over whether Jesus was god or a man. Out loud. In public. The radio sang songs that were meant for me to hear and applied to my life in some way right then and there.

In the winter, the bare trees were like foreign alien objects, forcing themselves out of the ground like unnatural self-aware alien life forms. They hated me. I would curl into a ball in public restrooms, convinced I was in hell again. I drew pictures of my pain. Naked bodies, hanging upside down by chains. Gagged and blindfolded. Self portraits of myself handing my brain to the viewer. Surrounded by white cloaked men representing the uncaring social world. Hands chained.

My brain was constantly tormented. It never stopped. My dreams were nightmares. I felt like I was always on the verge of attaining what I wanted, but that I could never reach it. Like a never ending thirst. And this was for YEARS after not using ANYTHING. Now, I struggle to be normal. I look normal. I act normal. The only reason I can pull it off is because I can now distinguish hallucinations from reality. Most of the time. But not all the time.

I know this is rambling. I’m sorry that I can’t give you an eloquently worded story of my experiences. My brain has become a patchwork of memories and emotions. I forget where I put things and what I have to get done for the day. Believe it or not, I live a pretty normal life. I’m middle class. Own a home. I’m married (no kids).

But I still get that feeling that people can read my mind and feel my feelings. I don’t know where I would be without these years of terror and self hate. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know anything. But I do know one thing. I would kill. KILL. To be normal. To feel life the way it’s supposed to be. To feel reality again. To know what sanity is. To never doubt my mind again.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 30710

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 18, 2007	Views: 13,335

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LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Health Problems (27), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Bad Trips (6)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Pharms - Lithium
		 (daily)

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

		   T+ 0:20
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

On March 23, 2007 I thought it would be quite comical if I took all the remaining drugs me and my friend had. We'd both been sober for quite a while, and hadn’t done anything but acid since November. Although on New years I took 2 hits of acid while on the anti-depressants Wellbutrin and Seroquel. I also had taken 1 hit of acid on two occasions while on Wellbutrin and Seroquel.

On 3/23/07 I took 5 hits of acid that all my other friends had only taken 1 of and said they had 'one of the best/most intense trips ever' I had not taken my lithium in 2 days (this day was the second day) because it made me extremely drowsy and I couldn't wake up to go to school, by the way I am 16 years old and in high school. Me and 2 of my friends did not remember that I was on a pretty high dose of anti-depressants. I remembered that I hadn't taken my lithium and joked that it was 'a sign from god' that I would be okay in taking the acid. Oh, and about 20 minutes before when we picked up the second friend, I had the 5 hits on my tongue and stuck out my tongue at her. She replied 'you are my fucking hero'. We had lots of laughs about it when we arrived at a mexican resturaunt. I went to the bathroom to crush up the pills of ecstasy and parachute them.

By the time I finished, the acid already started kicking in. I went out to the tables to smoke some cigarettes. 10 minutes later we got in the car to go to another friends house to hang out with one of the friends girlfriend. On the way, I couldn't even see due to the trails everywhere from lights + the shaking of my eyes from the ecstasy. Her parents were still home at the time, so I was told to go on a walk, which usually are quite enjoyable on LSD, But this time wasn't as enjoyable as I expected. I say down on a knee high brick wall and smoked some cigarettes. Behind me was the backyard of a house with some kind of water fountains that dripped at a constant interval every few seconds. This repetitive dripping echoed through my head until the next one, causing some discomfort.

Also, which I'm guessing was due to the lithium (since I had taken acid with ecstasy before) I feel like there were cats purring in my ears and saw vines crawling up my legs and wrapping around me, and I didn't have that usual 'acid feeling'. The purring  kept repeating over and over again, exactly the same as the time before. Also I could hear the hiss of the grass swaying in the wind, also constant. I tried calling the two friends over and over hoping they would pick up. After I think 10 - 30 minutes I got up and tried walking the 100ft to the car. I stumbled around on the pathway but couldn't tell exactly how noticeable it was. I got in the car, curled up in a ball and held my head. I kept calling  till one picked up. I begged 'you need to get over here right now. I'm fucking freaking out, I don't know what’s going on!' calmly they responded 'where are you?' and I replied 'IN THE CAR. HURRY UP' and hung up. I waited for 10 minutes and no one came out side. I called and called again. The friend picked up again and I said 'where are you hurry up?!' so they finally came and sat in the back seat of the car asking if I was okay and I replied 'no I don't know what the fuck is going on. We need to leave'. Within 10 minutes the girlfriend's parents left and we went into the back yard. I tried to drink some Gatorade but just choked on it and stopped drinking.

For some reason, 10 minutes later her parents returned and I hid under the table. I couldn't handle the anxiety, so I got up, and stumbled out the gate. Her dad tried talking to me and tried to shake my hand but I couldn't understand anything he was saying. They told him I was just really high on weed and we eventually left to go to another friend’s house, leaving the girlfriend there to baby sit her brother. Once again, in the car I could see nothing, just trails of lights and trees, and the whispering continued. At this point I started to lose memory of what happened.

According to one of my friends, walking to the house, I feel and hit my head and just lay there and they dragged me inside. I remember sitting on the couch, rolling around on the floor, and twitching and all the shit. I was incoherent, and couldn't understand what my friends were saying. I remember saying words, that I thought they would understand but I would just say things like 'doug' (I don't know anyone named doug) and 'gyerm' and other random things. I started to become frantic, when one friend called another and told him what was going on, asking if I'd be okay. I began to freak out even more, when she called him again telling him he needs to come over immediately.

I can't remember much after this point, but I remember my friend N, M, and S coming over. and I remember everyone pinning me down. According to my brother who came with my dad after an hour this whole thing was about 3 hours in duration. I began to scream and bite everyone, and I was being held down by about 5 people. I was screaming 'parents' and 's..s..s..sho..should I be dying?!' and 'bones ! I need my bones'. I remember both of my arms being broken with the bones popping out. but that was only in my head. Due to my screaming, the next door neighbors called the cops, who called an ambulance.

According to friends, any time someone let go on my arm , I would grab anything I could and pull it to my mouth to bite it. If I couldn't grab anything I would bite my fingers, and it was no play bite. If no one pulled my hands out of my mouth, I would have no doubt bitten all of my fingers off. The medic's put a hard monitor on me, and I had a pulse of 160. I had horrible twitches and seizures and my eyes were shaking , and my pupils covered my whole eye.

The next thing I remember, which was 16 hours later, at 11 am the next day, I was in the hospital which bruises and huge scabs all over my body from carpet burn and people holding me down. When I was first admitted to the hospital I was screaming at the top of my lungs and was strapped down. My brother, who was there for the more recent hour of trip said he had never seen anyone that 'gone' before, and he did a lot of acid when he was in his teens (he’s 22 now).

According to friends I seemed somewhat like a rabid dog, one moment being extremely aggressive, then the next moment full of paranoia and extremely frantic. All my friends were covered in bite marks and bruises. They all agreed that I would probably be dead (by suicide, or getting hit a car or something) or at least be missing a few fingers if I was by myself. In the hospital I had a very low lithium level.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 61989

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 19, 2007	Views: 25,467

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MDMA (3), LSD (2), Pharms - Lithium (91) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

LSD was the first big hallucinogen I encountered, and currently my chemical of choice for my uses. Here follows the details of my first trip, my discovery of the intense and breathtakingly beautiful sensory, bodily, and mental changes which LSD so flawlessly activates:

After a quick prayer, I dosed a single hit of reputably outstanding LSD just over an hour before sunrise, and sat in my room alone waiting for effects to come on. I was not really anxious, so I listened to some music while chatting with a few friends. about 30 minutes passed before I felt symptoms coming on slowly, a feeling of energy and warmth throughout the body. Then, my mind became suddenly very silent, very clean, very relaxed. I was already very happy at this point, and really started to enjoy myself by the time the hour had passed. Not too far past the first hour, I was feeling amazing, and I knew I had to get outside before the sun came up. I walked to the back door, feeling like I had *never* in my life felt. I grabbed some blankets and a pillow off the couch, and headed out the back door, and set up a spot on the large trampoline in the middle of the yard. I lay down and began to take in my visual field, realizing how delicious and spectacular my entire world around me had become! Even in the low light everything was glowing with life and feeling and energy, and the sun was still coming up over the horizon, out of view behind my house.

I began to stare into the sky, my body completely relaxed like never before. I began to converse with God in my mind, so clearly I felt no need to speak. My visual field was wider and more focused than ever, and I watched the sky unblinking as the light of the sun came across everything slowly, so slowly, so patiently. As the sunlight came onto the trees in front of me, I began to see why trees were so respected by the many who enjoy LSD. The superb detail and clarity and focus, of every single branch and detail on every single tree I looked at, completely blew my mind. I had never imagined that perception could be so grand and delightful. I thanked God out loud for this gift, this sacrament, for the world around me, for the Life He Is and Is, all around me and throughout existence.

I realized, that true Life is true Love is true Good, IS GOD, not personified in any way, but the Energy of energies, the Power of powers, the Existence of existence. Without LIFE, existence cannot persist, because without a supernatural purpose it has no driving force. Existence without true Life is like a clock without time; All the mechanics and potentials of operation are there, but the dimension which constrains it is no longer present. In a way, God could be compared to a dimension which bounds all existence, like time but timeless, in a completely different layer of reality.

Eventually my mind finally relaxed from the realization, and I stared once more at the tree I had been fixated on. I drew my attention to another in the background, and something caught my eye. A face, a small blue face. As I concentrated, I realized quickly and painfully what I was staring at; I was staring into the eyes of an evil force, a watcher, which I had encountered in my younger years during a severe sleep paralysis episode. I froze completely where I was, terrified as it took shape increasingly clearer. I asked it to leave, I asked it to shut its eyes and turn away, but it stood motionless in the top of the tree, staring straight into my soul. Falling to my last hope, I spoke out quietly but directly to God, 'remove that thing from here God, remove it now, take it down, take it down and i never want to see it again!' I will never forget that moment, when I spoke those words, and God grabbed me inside, and the form disappeared, and the feeling of complete and amazing hope struck me inside like a train, and I spread out my arms to God, and looked up into the sky. I'd never felt stronger or closer to God until that time, the time when I needed Him most, a direct encounter with my only true fear, fear itself.

'Evil' is nothing more than fear, a flaw in the human mind, where wisdom and Life are missing. I realized this fully, and from that moment, my goal has been to Live life for Love, for God, for Good, to pursue wisdom and share it with my fellow man and woman. From that point on, I have never again encountered evil or fear in a trip, because I no longer allow even the slightest hint to exist in my mind, because I understand exactly what it is. The terror I felt was incredibly and completely surpassed by the awesome joy, hope, and Love which grabbed me by the soul and didn't let go. The rest of that day was perfect and completely enjoyable, as was the following two days. I have never had such a refreshing experience in my life.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 38609

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 20, 2007	Views: 5,616

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LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 6 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 2.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

This was my second experience with LSD. My first with X. Decided to 'candy flip' by eating both at the same time. Still to this day, I believe it was the greatest buzz I have ever had. Every object had sparkles all over. When I looked in the mirror, I could see white flashes and sparkles all over my face. When I looked outside I could see sparkles on the grass and sparkles on trees. It was a very pleasant, feel-good flip. I had the positive feeling of X, mixed with the confused feeling of LSD. I still can't get over the sparkles that were everywhere. It was unbelievable. I was so high for a couple hours that I thought I was the King of the world. I remember being sprawled out on the floor on my back, looking at the ceiling seeing sparkles and waves and white flashes and bubbles and blurps. Closed my eyes and saw spirals and bubbles filled with flashes and sparkles.

I experienced flashbacks after that about once every couple of months. I would be sitting there and move suddenly and the sparkles would come back and they would be everywhere. It could happen in class, at home, or even while driving (which proved to be dangerous once, but that’s another story). Usually lasted for 2-3 minutes. I would have to stop everything and just look in amazement while sparkles came back. As the years went on, they became less and less frequent and it had been probably around a year before last week. I was in the bathroom in the afternoon, and I looked down for some reason. Looking back up, the sparkles were back! Lasted for 20-30 seconds.

I don't understand how this is possible, and it must be a permanent damage on my brain. If it is, this is somewhat alarming, but still its nothing scary when it occurs. I enjoy seeing the sparkles b/c it is truly like seeing water glisten off snow on the ground at night. It's just amazing that the human eyes could see something so wonderful. They look like a bunch of little lightning bolts floating around and disappearing. Sometimes they'll dance and wiggle. I know this sounds strange, but it happens to me once or twice a year, and its not easily forgettable. OWELL! Sparkles are fun to see.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 33832

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 22, 2007	Views: 11,247

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 8 oz
		 oral
		 DXM
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

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

I’ve decided to write about my own experience with DXM and LSD, because I consider that combination to be the most profound, inebriating, and transcendent of all psychedelic concoctions. The events took place in 1996, and the date of this report is 2003, so my memories are a bit fuzzy; however, the startling impact of this trip has allowed me to recall more details than average for a six-year old drug memory.

My trip began one Friday after high school. I was a senior and just starting to experiment with DXM, and I had slowly worked my way into second tier territory until I felt confident with stronger doses. A friend of mine was also trying various doses of DXM, and we had cut school to drink Drixoral (which at the time contained only DXM). When school was over her mother picked her up and I went home, and at that time I was buzzing hard.

At home I put on some tunes and lay down, and not two minutes had passed before a knock came from my window. It came from G, my friend who had recently gone the GED route (or intended to, at least!), and he had a few hits of acid. He suggested we get the hell out of suburbia for a few hours, eat these hits of fry, and talk serious politics. I realized the wisdom of this immediately, and agreed, so we left.  We stopped along the way and each dosed; the acid came on small squares of two toned blotter, white on one side and purple on the other. In a moment of pure inspiration, it had been named Purple Blotter. Unlike the acid I had done before, this stuff had a palpable metallic taste that diffused across my tongue as soon as the paper hit saliva. A cigarette diminished this, and the ride began.

The car drive took about twenty minutes, and we left Contra Costa County for the wild, lawless state known as Canyon. We were hoping it was lawless, anyway. One needs a whole lot of space when tripping, that is, space between cops. As we passed a cow pasture I realized the acid had hit; the cows were looking distorted, since patterns were forming in the subtle variations of the color on their hides. G was feeling it too, though probably not quite like me. The DXM was certainly picking up speed. We drove through twisted mountain road with shoulders of  eroded cliff and the thick foliage of redwood forests. A parking lot was maintained deep within canyon, and we parked there to hike around. The acid must have countered the heavy buzz of the DXM, because I could walk fine and actually felt energetic.

As we walked I studied the trail; it seemed my vision was trying to fragment into the diffracted lens eye one might compare to a fly. This was exciting, which added to my energy level. I just wanted to explore this wilderness; it had become a playground. I took my shoes off and had trouble walking through mud, and encountered a horse with a rider who couldn’t stop it from turning in circles. Animals must instinctively known when humans are on a trip, because they act so fucking different then. It’s their time to act, those brilliant bastards. We spoke some words to the lady rider, who laughed and rode off in a dizzying orbit. I realized my pants were coated in mud and my shoes were some one hundred feet away, on a hill, and my behavior was anything but normal. Still, this didn’t bother me like it did G, who insisted we get off the trail. We crept under a barbed wire fence, and by using rude force, blazed a trail through tightly nit chaparral and fern. It seemed like hours, but under drug frenzy we made it through to the other side, to a field of purple plants.

The significance of the color purple did not escape me. Plants that normally looked brown looked purple, not just to me but to my friend. We had to resist our urge to investigate, because G was having a serious attack of the paranoids. I was mostly oblivious to the possibility of threat, but I felt it was best to take heed of G’s caution, so we hid out in the overgrowth until the danger passed. When we moved, we stuck to trees, darting from one to the next, because G insisted those airplanes in the sky were on the look out for suspicious behavior. Although his nervousness was largely unfounded, I would soon give him something to be nervous about.

I must have been lucky to time the peaks of both my drug trips simultaneously. DXM tends to wait a bit before hitting fully, and so does acid, but like underwear every dose has it’s own personality. This dose was a Type A personality, and it bum rushed us with an early onset peak. So both of my peaks lit up at once, and I was gone. We had found a nice, isolated tree that the planes couldn’t see through, and I lay staring up at the tree branches. All of a sudden, weird topographic lines appeared on the canopy above. It was like someone had turned the tree into an elevation map. Then, the parts of the canopy between elevation lines rotated, as if printed on paper, and behind was complete blackness. The world disappeared completely, and my mind recoiled to DXM space.

When I am really tripping hard on DXM, my mind’s eye seems much larger than normal. A comparison could be that normally my mind can visualize thoughts on a thirty-two inch screen. On DXM it’s fucking Imax. That day, while on DXM and LSD, my mind’s eye was a series of Imax screens, each with it’s own unique, autonomous hallucination. Amid these screens was my visual input, because during all this my eyes stayed open, but I felt as if I was hovering above my body, and my vision was very far off. I saw myself doing strange things; jumping around like a monkey, smashing stuff with a rudimentary club, wandering aimlessly through the park, all which featured the somewhat bewildered reactions of G. I remember saying, “I am a dreamer searching for myself. I am higher than I’ve ever been in my life.” Gravity had no meaning, I could fly in my mind and my body had long since stopped signaling my nervous system. Somehow I had full mobility, somewhat of a rarity on heavy DXM trips, although just because I could move doesn’t mean I could control myself.

My actions were instinctual, played out by some part of my mind that was separate from my drug consciousness. It was as if I was experiencing multiple simultaneous dimensions as an observer. This peak was amazing, but my mind wandered into territory so alien and so breathtaking that I forgot it as soon as it happened, forgetting as soon as the next hallucination started.

When I settled down we were inside the car again, parked and smoking cigarettes. The tape “Pretty Hate Machine” by Nine Inch Nails was playing, and it was as if I heard a symphony of euphoria. I glanced down at the palm of my hands and noticed my mind playing tricks on me. The shadowed parts of my palm would wriggle about and form images, and the light parts would undulate and shade these moving images. Soon I could see full motion video in my palms, as if I had televisions for hands. My reaction was to gallop wildly around the car, laughing hysterically while staring into my hands. My friend appeared equally curious and pissed, and when I told him about my hands he said, “I don’t see shit in your hands. Get back in the car.” Although he was appointed babysitter on this trip, the acid was still strong in him. We decided to sit on a hill and smoke pot.

I stared off at a far off slope, where individual bushes had became grotesque green humanoids bearing jagged tools of war. They charged down the hill, rolling over each other and morphing into other creatures. I leaned back and stared at the sky instead. The sky bent inward, as if some giant finger had pressed down on the sky and bent it till it touched my eyeball. The trip continued strong for several hours, but unfortunately I remember few more details. The next day I was in trouble, because it turned out I was supposed to be at work that night, and my boss had called home. I was grounded, but my message to the world is: It was worth it. DXM and LSD are incredibly psychedelics taken individually, but when they cross path they are something entirely new. My rating of this trip: five out of five roaches.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 26185

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 25, 2007	Views: 9,850

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DXM (22), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

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

		   T+ 0:30
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 tablet
		 insufflated
		 MDMA
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 3:30
		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 4:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 4:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 5:00
		 2 capsls
		 oral
		 DET

		   T+ 7:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

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

Let me first begin by saying that what happened this night was not at all intentional. I met with my friend 'Bertrand' that night in anticipation of consuming a very low quantity of LSD and having a relaxing night with a mild trip... Prior to this experience, I would say that I was fairly well traveled with a variety of natural and synthetic materials. I had been experimenting for about 5 years and had some pretty mind-blowing experiences but nothing even remotely close to this...

I arrived at Bertrand’s art studio around 9pm Friday night. After a few beers and a bowl of high-grade cannabis, we decided to ingest the first tab of the galactic butterfly acid. Within 30 min I could definitely feel it coming on strong. We were becoming pretty silly, laughing at nothing and feeling generally euphoric. Next thing I know, Bertrand has gone downstairs to the kitchen to cut a few more hits off the sheet. He ingests a 3 strip and I believe I took 2 more at this point. Everything is still very nice at this point, I feel a wave of energy and start to peak from the first hit. Mild patterns start to emerge from the walls and ground and Bertrand seems very interested in studying the bowl of soup he's just heated up. After about 30min of nonstop laughter in the kitchen we headed back upstairs to listen to music.

When we get back upstairs, we smoke another bowl and Bertrand begins crushing up a pill of MDMA. I believe it was a blue Rolex or something like that. We both insufflate a nice sized mound of the powder and just sat back for a few minutes. Soon, the colors started becoming much more intense and the hallucinations were wildly vivid. I began to remember why I loved candy-flipping as it had been some significant amount of time since my last experience.

An hour or so goes by, it is now around 12:30am and we are peaking off the 3 hits of acid and it's incredible. The MDMA is not as prevalent but still adding some pizzazz to the visual character of the LSD. At this point, Bertrand decides to add more LSD into the mix and gave me a 3-strip which I immediately ingested. About 30 more min of listening to music goes by and we are on a whole new plane of reality now, but still in total control and having a great time. Bertrand hands me another pill of MDMA and I was too lazy to crush it up so I just swallowed it and chased it down with some beer.

By about 2am we are both in a highly altered state. The sounds of the music felt like they were coming out of our bodies and we could see every sound floating around the room. I also noticed that I was highly sensitive to various energies in my surroundings. I could barely speak but Bertrand and I were somehow communicating fluidly. It seemed like I would say a fragment of a thought out loud and our minds would fill in the rest naturally.

Now it starts getting interesting. We were locked in now, there was no turning back. More Acid more MDMA. At this point there were blotter tabs in my beer, tabs stuck in my chewing gum... not a good sign, haha... Then, Bertrand reaches for his backpack and pulls out 4 capsules with a very small amount of white crystal powder. He explains that it's a chemical called DET and that he has never tried it before. Like the idiots we are, we ingested 2 pills each thinking the trip couldn't get any more intense.

30 min after ingesting the DET, we were no longer tripping. For those of you that have experienced this, you know exactly what I mean. The experience shifted from an extremely intense candy flip to a full-on sensory experience in my head. I forgot I even took any drugs. I felt completely lucid and everything started making sense. The associative tendencies of my thoughts were extremely dialed into a seemingly greater flow of energy. I realized that it didn't matter if I lived or died because my 'self' was eternally connected whatever else is out there.

It's now about 4am and we ingested a few more tabs of the LSD because were didn't think we were tripping anymore. In an effort to reinstate the experience, we made the worst decision ever, to get in a car and start driving around. I remember the beginning of the drive because we were listening to a Live PA from lusine and it was stellar. During the drive I felt like each road was it's own stream of thought that we were locked into. I felt invincible and maybe I was in fact.

About 40 min later Bertrand shook me and asked 'Where the fuck are we?' Somehow we had managed to drive about 40 min away and not even know it. Looking back now I believe that we both were blacked out during the drive. I had a full out of body experience while I was driving but still felt incredibly honed into what I was doing physically. Bertrand shook me once again to get my attention and seemed a little shaken up that we managed to get so far away from the studio. He told me he was scared about how messed up I was and that I had been repeating myself constantly for the last hour while I was driving. At this point I remembered all the drugs I taken and I threw up out the window of the car while I was driving and immediately pulled over. It took me a few minutes to get in control but I was 'fine.'

I began to realize what was actually happening and that I was in the middle of what was to be the most profound psychedelic experience of a lifetime.

Before getting back into the car, we figured out where we were and decided that Bertrand should drive back to the studio. During the drive home I was very worried about what was happening. I felt physically fine but I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I had never gone this far before and left my body like that. Now that I look back, I literally remember being up in space and seeing the stars as I was looking down at my body driving the car.

It's about 6:30am now and we are back at the studio, the sun is starting to come up. The hallucinations are incredibly intense at this point. We listen to some Animal Collective and every wave of sound completely changes the visual landscape. At one point I remember feeling like I was in a wild western saloon and watched Bertrand in a Cowboy hat with a piece of straw coming out of his mouth. This continued for a few more hours and I don't really remember it all that well. I know that Bertrand and I were talking to each other on a different plane of existence, maybe through our thoughts. I am now completely convinced that certain chemicals can allow such things to happen.

10am now and we make it back down to the kitchen. My brain is now locked into repetitive thinking again and the harsh, digital personality of the research chemicals is invading my brain like shards of glass slicing into my thoughts. I am getting worried now because it's been over 12 hours and the trip is showing absolutely no signs of subsiding. I feel like I need to leave the studio and go home to familiar surroundings. Bertrand tries to convince me not to leave but I feel like I must get out. Minutes later we hear someone coming into the studio (Bertrand is a graduate student and there are 6 other people that have studios in this building). It turns out to be a girl with her parents. She's bringing them there to show her work. The parents walk in and I run upstairs to Bertand’s room and slam the door. He comes in a few minutes later and explaining that everything is fine and that they are leaving soon.

12pm in the afternoon now and I need to leave the studio. I'm still absolutely floored by the drugs but I feel like I can make it back home. Bertrand and I walked outside for the first time since the sun came up and I was stunned. The natural world was infused with harsh digital patterns. I could feel everything. I got in my car and started driving. I couldn't listen to music cause it was too hypnotic and I just needed to make it a few miles... I saw all these people walking the streets dressed in what looked like school t-shirts for a certain University. Maybe there was a sporting event going on. I watched the people walking together and tried to figure out what it meant. Where did I fit in? I still don't know.

Eventually I made it home and tried to force myself to eat something. I thought a shower might help. While in the shower, I could see the atoms in the soap bubbles flying around and they were wildly colored. It was pretty interesting but I was too worried to enjoy it at the time. I didn't know If I would ever be normal again. I eventually cleaned myself up, I probably smelled like puke since I had thrown up earlier. I made it into my bed and just curled up, wishing that it would end. My thoughts were racing and the same repetitive thoughts kept storming in and killing my sanctity.

It's now about 6pm the next day and I'm still hallucinating but haven't consumed any drugs in at least 12hrs. I feel a little better and start calling some friend for comfort. Bertrand is apparently still at the studio probably taking more acid for all I know cause he's the most crazy person on the planet.

By 6am Sunday morning I finally felt like the trip was over. 36 hours of the most intense experience of my life. I began to think about everything that happened and tried to piece together the experience as best I could. After pondering it for a little while, I burst into tears. I felt reborn, like I had been touched by God and I think I was. This trip chose me this time. I have spent my entire life looking for something and for a few moments I saw it in it's entirety. I will never be the same again.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 63036

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 27, 2007	Views: 18,784

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OBE (332), LSD (2), MDMA (3), DET (16) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Multi-Day Experience (13), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   230 lb

I have gotten 'migraines' sense I was about 10. After seeing the LSD web pages, I grew an interest for this substance. I heard it was in town from some 'buddies' and I decided I'de try it.

At this point I was getting headaches basically everyday, not knowing about the rumor that it supposively allows headaches to decrease. Well just about everybody that takes LSD knows there is a chance of having a 'bad trip', when I got it, my best friend told me that when I take it, I should be in a good mood...so I didnt have a bad experience. I had a headache, so I figured that I would wait until that passed. I wrapped it in tin foil, storing it for the naxt day. Well the next day I had an even worste headache, and I was considering if I should see a doctor, but I didnt know if they would drug test me or something (I smoke marijuana ocassionaly) so of course I hesitated, and didnt go. I was kind of mad that I couldn't take the LSD tab sitting, at that time, in front of me, sense it is extremly rare out here in connecticut.

After about 30 minutes of looking at the tab, I said screw it and took it. About 25 min's later, I was feeling pretty good, seeing waves and etc, but nothing big, basically a good experience. Whilst I was on the drug, I didnt really notice if I had a headache or not, but afterwards when I woke up the next day I was fine and feeling really good...headache free, which my next headache was about, I'de say a week and a half later, which I ussually get around 3-4 in that period.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 42212

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 11, 2007	Views: 14,679

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Health Benefits (32), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I am submiting this report at around 2:40 PM, at around 10:30 the previous night me and a few close friends decided to ingest some LSD for the night and have some fun. We ate 2 hits apeice and then watched Fargo. Towords the woodchipper scene the normal giggling and body chills set in. After it ended we smoked smoke pot and watched another movie. During this we were all sitting in the living room, which is also where my computer is located.

Being quite comfortable with psychoactives I was feeling fine and decided to see how a computer game would be. After activating the program I leaned back to zone out a little while it was loading. This is when somehow I became unconcious, apparantly falling to the floor. I say apparantly because I just remember my friends shouting my name and then waking up to me struggling to get back up. I had hit my head on the way down (in fact I am typing this with a large bruise above my right eye) and could feel my arms moving in that instant where I awoke.

I think the movement signifies an unconcious urge to protect myself seeing as how I had fallen to the floor. After collecting myself my first response was to ask everyone waht happened. The response I got was that I had just fallen out of the chair. This worries me alot.

In fact the main reason for my submission today is to possibly shed some light on this phenomena for me. I take no perscription medication and this has happened to me twice before on mushrooms as well. To me it is just as if I am sitting back enjoying my trip untill the rushes of feeling get really intense and I just fade out, regaining consciousness within a matter of seconds. Anyways today I feel fine and I am a man of good health so I suspect no serious damage but I fear that without any knowledge of how I black out I can not enjoy psychoactives anymore. Thank you and good day.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42735

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 11, 2007	Views: 6,967

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


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

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

		   T+ 1:40
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

I do alot of drugs. I do pharmies, I do hallucinogens, and most of all, I smoke the chronic. My experiences so far have only been good, though people continue to warn me about the dangerous after effects of acid. I never listened, and now I feel like puking my brains out.

On saturday night I took an ambien, smoked some salvia and went to sleep. I passed the fuck out and slept until work the next day. Then at 10:20 I took my first hit of acid, and started smoking herb. We kept a bowl loaded the whole night, and went through approx. A half 8th. We drank a ton of juice and ate alot of fruit. I have done acid three times before, never with adverse effects. An hour and forty minutes later I took another hit of acid, and soon after started to feel queasy. The rest of the night I felt like puking my brains out, but couldnt get anything up. I just kept a bowl next to the toilet and sat there in a fetal position wanting nothing more than to puke. I still enjoyed the trip, going for a brief walk outside and discovering a beautiful sky of both night and day. And my stomach still feels sick whenever I eat something, like my body is rejecting it and doesnt want to digest anything, I dunno. Its been 5 days since I took the acid. I want to puke my guts up, get that shit out of there!!! I wish I had some weed to help the nausea. I have never felt like this before. I think it was the combination of acid and ambien in my system that messed me up.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44493

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 11, 2007	Views: 7,755

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LSD (2) : Hangover / Days After (46), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated

		 Mushrooms - P. cubensis

		   repeated

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   225 lb

I've suffered with episodic cluster headaches since I was 12. Every day basicly until I was about 15, which I hear is rare because most people have their first when they're in their early 20's, however I can't say thats true because I've never met another cluster head in person. To make a long and very painful story short, between the ages of 16 - 18 I experimented with LSD and mushrooms. This had nothing to do with the headaches it was just a young guy experimenting with drugs. 19 was the year that they started to get very bad and it was also the year I quit doing those things. I don't think that is a coincidence.

In December of 1999 I wanted to do something special for the millenium so I bought an oz. of mushrooms. I ate them over the course of January and went all of 2000 without a cluster, and was not attacked again until the summer of '01. I can't say the mushrooms are what did it, but I know that the only times in my life when I did not get these headaches, since I was 12, is when I had recently done some psilocybin.

Since I just read this article today I have not tried it as a preventative measure, but I intend to. I realize that it is probably illegal, but it CAN NOT be more dangerous than the host of drugs I have been prescribed over the past 15 years, and the side effects are actually fun instead of all the terrible crap that has happened to me due to the prescription drugs. I don't consider myself a dope head, and anyone who has seen a person deal with CH, and would refuse them ANY treatment that works, is a monster.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 24558

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Jul 24, 2007	Views: 15,244

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LSD (2), Mushrooms - P. cubensis (66) : Not Applicable (38), Health Benefits (32)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1.5 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

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

		   T+ 2:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

A few weeks ago, I came into possession of some acid.  Of course, I found a friend to drop with.  For the purposes of this story, let's call this friend Greg.  It doesn't matter, he's not very important to the story anyway.  Greg and I sat inside and smoked 3.5 grams of good weed, pretty evenly distributed between us.

I took my two hits after clearing most of my last bowl, but Greg decided he would wait for a few minutes.  In those few minutes, he dozed off, and I was unable to wake him.  I've tripped alone before, but I was a bit wary that night, being as it was his house and all.  I sat, listening to music, and began to feel the acid creeping up on me in a about 20 minutes.  The trip turned out to have a little bit of everything one expects from acid.

T + 00:30

Mild visuals.  In the corner of my eye, the stucco on Greg's ceiling began to 'drip,' in but would quickly revert to normal when I looked straight at it.  At this point, there was no altered thought process that couldn't be attributed to the pot.

T + 01:00

Visuals were a bit weirder.  Staring into Greg's ceiling, I would begin to see fractal patterns composed of Spanish galleons laid over a green sea.  These could be neutralized by blinking or looking away.  I began thinking as if I were born for the first time, yet ironically, the feeling was familiar (I've tripped on acid before).  Common concepts seemed very new to me, such as the idea that hands can be used to touch things.

T + 01:30

Intense visuals.  Among some of the most intense were visions of my friend, 'Walter,' appearing in the wrinkles of a towel on the ground.  The ceiling was raining.  I would see Greg sleeping on his bed (where he actually was), then on the floor, then on a table, then on the ceiling.  All these images were clear as day.  My mind was sufficiently lost at this point.  I was more than convinced that my genitals were angry with me for some reason they refused to reveal.

T + 01:45 (est)

I went to the bathroom.  Let me tell you right now, Greg's bathroom is not a very acid-friendly area.  Where before I was feeling excitement and physical euphoria, entering his abrasive, lime-green bathroom turned my trip around.  I saw the faces of at least 50 people I've known throughout my life, all hovering outside his second-story bathroom window.  Their pale hands began to slap the window, and I was hearing it all in great detail.  I was briefly concerned that my mother would hear and I'd be caught, forgetting that my mother was not even in the same town, let alone the same house.  This idea made me very insecure.  Then I looked in the mirror and saw that my face was melting and my eyes were gone.  I have yet to experience greater terror.  How I managed to successfully urinate and retreat back to Greg's room is still a mystery to me.

T + 02:00

With music and a little more marijuana, my good feelings were restored tenfold.  Colors would dance and blend in front of my eyes in accordance to the beat.  I felt as if my brain was dancing.  At times, I believed Greg was dancing to the music, though he still hadn't woken.  I won't bother to detail the next few hours, as they consist mainly of myself thinking and staring at the images that played in front of me.  I don't think I moved from that spot until the sun began to rise.

T + 05:00

At this point, the trip had subsided a bit, and I felt nearly ready to sleep.  Or so I thought.  The sunrise exploded toward me with such a total radiant beauty that I couldn't bring myself to even blink until it had finished.

T + 06:00

My thought process had restored itself to normal, but I was still seeing things like mad.  I walked around a bit, but couldn't feel my feet touching the ground.  I hovered over to Greg, who was waking up, and suggested to him that we get some food.  Breakfast was orgasmic.  Seriously, I was feeling so good that I sprouted a triumphant boner and nearly creamed my jeans.

T + 07:00

I was still feeling very dreamy, though I think at that point I could have allowed myself to navigate in society relatively unnoticed.  Greg commented on the size of my pupils.  I spent the rest of the day in a blissful little haze.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42665

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 25, 2007	Views: 6,454

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LSD (2) : General (1), Alone (16)