		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

   Once on an LSD trip I invented non-linear text that interconnected at multiple points. This was created on loose-leaf paper but it functioned exactly like standard hypertext. Keep in mind that this took place in 1992, the same year the World-Wide Web was released by CERN and HTML (Hyper Text Mark-up Language) was first put in place around the same time. But like most people, I was completely unaware that the internet (and HTML) existed.

   I was having a surge of revelations about metaphysical/psychological/natural/creative matters and was writing furiously. I soon realized that my thoughts could not be expressed from beginning to end. As I extrapolated on any given subject, I found myself underlining words and phrases (that I intended to elaborate upon on a different page) and placing symbols after them. This basically worked like footnotes, but I was using non-sequential symbols like *, @, #, $, %, etc. These symbols would prompt the reader (if he or she wished to read further about the underlined word or phrase) to go to the page with the corresponding symbol at the top.

   So I would write a page on body energy (for example) and would make a brief mention of the third eye. The Key Words “third eye” would be underlined and there was a symbol like * after it. You could continue to read bout body energy or find the page headed with * and read about the third eye. This page would of course contain many underlined words and phrases. Each page was connected to some or all of the other pages on many points. I was a little frustrated that I could not figure out any linear way to arrange these pages from beginning to end, or any order whatsoever. After sometime I put aside the pen and paper and indulged in other activities (music, art books, etc.) and continued to enjoy a mild LSD trip.

    The next day I again tried to put the pages in some sort of order. After some time I realized that this was impossible. I started hanging the pages from my ceiling using thread and tape. I placed them a few feet apart from each other and began to connect each underlined word or phrase with its respective page using lengths of thread and tape. Soon this became impossible to complete. My room was so full of criss-crossed threads that I could not crawl over, under or though them. It was like shoe-string Indra’s Net, a room-wide web of tape and thread. This project was abandoned for practical reasons and the pages given to various friends who were impressed (even if somewhat confused).

   It was not until this year that I suddenly realized that what I had made functioned as low-tech hypertext!

Exp Year: 1992	ExpID: 28531

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 19, 2003	Views: 10,891

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LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

Prior to April 09. I had never done a hallucinogen, and like many people I feared LSD. I had heard way to many stories...'I knew this guy who no this kid whose brother killed himself on it' you know those kinds of stories, and honestly believed in the fairy tale horrible experience that occurred on TV would occur in me. I was quite judging of the 'those' people who had tried Acid before. Overall I thought it was a sketchy Drug.

The past couple of months I have gone in a separate direction with my life. I had been using more like abusing marijuana for 2 years now, and had barely gone a week without it. Which left me basically depressed as hell about life. So in about January I changed alot of things. My diet changed cut out soda...refined sugar...junk food basically I lived off of rice and vegetables. I ate some meat at least 3 times a weak though but very little. I also moved out of my house which was HELL on earth and in to a trailer filled with people who loved me and desperately wanted me to do well.

So Ive spent since January extremely happy probably the happiest Ive been in years and living life for myself again.

Ok so that’s just some background on my mental state.

So it's a normal high school art room setting, I’m chillin working on a painting I turn to my favorite DD and ask him whats new on the scene he says 'acid’. I immediately shudder don't know what to say then it occurs to me, I NEED TO TRY THIS.

So I buy my $10 TAB which I later find out is expensive for ACID and then take it around 2:15 pm. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone because of the stigma attached to it. So I felt fairly secretive about it. So her I am with a piece of aluminum foil in my hand with a tiny little piece of paper in it.

(I FEEL RIPPED OFF)

I was still a little scared/anxious about taking it but understood that I was about to embark on something that I couldn't change my mind on once I had started. I understood that it was extremely counterproductive to be worried about it so I just let go of that emotion and took the tab.

I decided to document the trip in the form of a letter to my friend who was debating whether or not he wanted to try it. So here is the letter....

Dear P.

I’m sorry I couldn't stick around long enough to wait for you to get out of Drivers Ed. I am writing you this because that seems to be what I feel like doing right now. Trow brought them to me wrapped in tin foil I almost threw it away , That's not funny though. but anyways....This feels so fuckin awsome. The past hour has been a euphoric roller coaster climb. I just keep getting happier and happier. Every time I talk to the parental unit I cant stop smiling, she probably knows something’s up but that’s ok. I’m not sketched out about her presence at all, it’s actually really comforting to know that she is there.

3:00pm The visuals haven't come yet but I suspect they are on there way.

5:30pm I have no idea why people make such a big deal out of this. As I see things not much  has changed I'm just extremely happy right now that’s all.

5:44pm Everyone seems so fucking nice! Similar to when you're stoned like the 1st 15min of youre mourn high  that’s what I've been feeling I just started to shake a little not violently but more like the shivering you get when you are cold. Right after I noticed the stove and floor blend into each other. Literally like in a blinder. The freaking TV is flickering not intensely but its flickering.

6:15pm Watching this war on TV is crazy. Iraq is a beautiful country. Its people are finally being liberated! Liberation to the Iraqi people what the fuck does that even mean. NO MORE SADDAM! I know what I feel right now doesn’t even compare to how happy those people are. Something tells me it wont last Long.

7:46pm I just ate dinner watched a funny ass commercial that I cracked up at forever. Finally shut the TV off. Trow was right about not watching T.V. as soon as I turned it off the visuals took a hold of me. This would definitely be better for me at least if I was smokin weed. I get intensely focused. Only when you are intensely focused does the acid start to take effect. Probably why for some this is not a good idea to do. Had I realized this hours ago my 'TRIP' I love saying that would be a lot different. So No Horror stories. This papers starting to move up and down like its breathing. It's not scary though because if I just look away it stops. HOLY SHIT the most intense hall. yet. The words on the paper started to move its doing it again. They move when I’m writing and focused. guess you would say this is not a bad trip at all. I’m sad that I waited so long before I understood how to see things.

8:11pm J.R. just called me. My favorite hippie. Normally I think bad news getting back into cahoots with him but fuck it. I miss that kid so much. Its not worth it for me to even fight it. THIS is not scary at all. Easily you can make yourself not 'tripped out' If I let my mind wander fore even a second things are back to norm again. Could this be A DANGEROUS side EFFECT? Alls I know is that I am going to stop fighting it before it wears off. T. be very glad I left the rest of the tabs in my locker otherwise I would have taken it by now.

8:18pm THE REALIZATIONS (1 HIT of ACID 4 Hours Into it)

SHUT OFF THE TV WANT TO UNPLUG THE PHONE. I HAVE RULED OUT ALL THE POSSIBLE DISTRACTIONS they are nothing more than distractions.

It is really easy to continue on with everyday activity almost easier than with WEED. The hallucinations take patience. In this fast paced world we live in where we want every fuckin' instantaneously acid's hallucinations do NOT configure into that way of thinking. The more I look for them or rather don't look for them, depending on which way you would prefer to look at life. In the same instance I realize this I realize other things too. To much thinking. Pin can't write fast enough fuckit this is a pencil...Ahhh crazy now the pencil is moving fast enough  so that I dont have to slow down my thinking. Lights are flickering in the background my eyes seem to never catch it though its just background junk. Think I am going to go outside.

(I wrote little side notes to myself so on the letter there are little purple sticky notes attached to certain places where I was having thoughts on top of thoughts.)

8:40pm I was out outside gazing up at the clouds pass the moon. Just as the trees started to open up and magnify the moonlight. I was rudely interrupted by the fuckin telephone. I ask myself why I am sitting here writing this in the dark, there is just enough light now for me to see that that I am not writing on top of words. Words on top of words would look pretty messed up. Even worse illegible which would defeat the purpose of me writing this to you. The paper shifts, the pen is writing what I am thinking I am not. The rearrangement of the words on this paper is interesting. REAL or NOT REAL? TO BE OR NOT TO BE? THAT BY GEORGE IS THE QUESTION.

If I had some weed right now I would be experiencing things alot differently. Why is it that I continue to want more out of these things. If I have learned anything it's that trips are what you make of them. If you stop fighting it which I have been for fear that this might turn into something BAD. (a prejudgment I had in my mind about ACID) If I could just free my mind.

* Ones hallucinations are just reality shifts. What’s real and what's not real are clearly balanced. The 2nd reality comes only when I stop fighting it.*

THIS IS A HIGHLY BEARABLE SENSE OF BEING.

I know that while I am writing this I am missing out on some HALL. the ones I am experiencing now. For instance my skin has continuously blended into my kitchen table, but only when I allow it to, I just watched the lines in the wood creep up my arm I became the table I had to look away and when I stopped looking it stopped. Brown skin brown table. Blending trying to become one again, out of fear I kept fighting it.

* DO I HAVE A HOLD ON THIS ACID OR DOES THIS HAVE A HOLD ON ME?*

A current has just taken over my floor and caused it to move like the ocean. I am desiring for it to consume me. I want it to in a sense CAPTURE ME.

*I will miss this when its over. I am the ultimate escapist. Not only do I want to escape my reality as I know it but I want to get lost in it TO BE KIDNAPPED but it. WHY THE HELL DO PEOPLE SAY THIS IS SO DANGEROUS?*

I HAVE CONTROL seemingly not what I wanted but its what I have. I’m thankful and unthankful at the same time. MY GLASS IS LITERALLY HALF EMPTY AND HALF FULL.

My heart starts to pound I am clearly uncomfortable with this thought. Why? Am I yearning to be out of control ? I just had a scary thought while watching the floor move. Would I steal for this? Would I beg T? to let me take one more TAB in school tomorrow and promise to pay him back later, when I got the money? I HAVE FOUND MY CRACK. I have never heard of acid being highly addictive. I am sure there are dangers in doing this too much, but as far as I’m concerned this shit is not for everyone. (More For me that way HHAH)No but seriously there are alot of people I would not recommend this too. preferably people like myself with OBCUMP personalities. This is like nothing I have ever experienced before. IT IS NOT SCARY. Now I just want to do more. I just don’t want this experience to end. Which was basically me writing for hours. My pen keeps disappearing in and out of the paper its hard in the dark or in the little moonlight that I have to tell if I am even writing at all.

Taking one HIT of ACiD was a good idea for the 1st time. It's just enough to allow you to make a decision about it. It's not to much so that I can't differentiate between the real and not real UNWILLINGLY &gt;. Its just enough to go in and out of my trip as I please.

The bible was written by people who were absolutely fucked out of their minds, or they had these super human abilities to exist on different levels of reality. *NO WONDER PEOPLE THINK THEMSELVES TO BE GOD ON THIS STUFF, All you can relate to the experience is god or something unhuman unearthly, never before have I been able to think the thoughts I have had tonight or see the things that I see now GOD is a perfect explanation for it all. I guess things/ thoughts that seem worldly surpass what you thought you believed or is what you attribute to god or holyness whatever you want to call it. * ITS JUST ABOUT UNDERSTANDING* Whether or not your beliefs are the same as you thought them to be before you tried ACID, while you were on it and while you’re off it. Its just about trying to make sense out of life.

That is what I am afraid of, but at the same time is the reason for me to even be doing this. I want my mind to be freed and for life to make some sense but it still not willing to embrace the change. Good or bad tripping on not its life.

I NEED TO GO BACK OUTSIDE. NO MORE WRITING FOR NOW.

10:15pm Before I go out though I have to write down this thought. Will I believe the fairy tale acid stories of things jumping out at you and trying to eat you? I am not going to be impressed by them anymore. I have finally done what I SWORE TO GOD WHAT I SWORE TO MYSELF AND OTHERS I would never do. This 1st ACID trip was it just a cock tease? Am I to do this again or any type of hallucinogen. AM I being seriously mislead? IS THIS REALLY AS DANGEROUS AS PEOPLE (mainstream America) made it out to be. All I know is that I wouldn't recommend this to everyone? Small dose this isn't unsafe? Hell I didn’t even notice I was on it while watching TV but had I smoked the endless amounts of KB I want to or think I want to this might have turned out very differently.

Now I am going to venture outside just me my puffy down jacket and my hacky sack. Playing hackysack underneath the moon and stars.

9:51 It no longer feels natural to write so much now SO I will stop.

* THIS WAS A VERY GOOD THING FOR ME TO DO*

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 23081

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 28, 2003	Views: 9,420

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2.0 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (pill / tablet)

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

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

		   T+ 5:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 7:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 8:00
		 3.0 ml
		 oral
		 1,4-Butanediol
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 9:00
		 3.0 ml
		 oral
		 1,4-Butanediol
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 10:00
		 3.0 ml
		 oral
		 1,4-Butanediol
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   220 lb

It started off a fun night.  The night after thanksgiving, the day of 'unlearning' for my friends and I.  We traditionally dosed on psychedellics on this long weekend as a sort of release from the monotony of work and school that never seems to end.

Friday night, I took 2 1mg xanax pills just to ease myself off into the trip.  About half an hour later, we dosed on the LSD, I took 3 hits.  The night was fun and eventful.  We talked for hours about the past, the future, our plans and our relationship with one another.  But as the night drew on, and more LSD was consumed, I felt that I should bring my trip to a proper ending with the most powerful sedative I had, 1,4 butanediol.  Normally, 2.5-3mls of this stuff will put you in a sleepy state.  Being on LSD, I overcompensated, perhaps a little too much.  I started off taking down 3mls in one gulp.  After a little while, it began to work, but nothing too noticeable.  So about half an hour later, I took another strong dose.  An hour later, another, and then an hour and a half later, yet another.  The last thing I remember was an extreme feeling of fatigue fall over me, and then sleep was upon me.

I awoke in pain.  I was fighting to get up and doctors and nurses held me down to a bed.  They were sticking a catheter in me, and I had an IV in my arm.  I had a breathing tube around my head and I was scared.  I passed out again.  I woke up later, and puked all over myself, the doctors turned me on my stomach, and again, I passed out.  Finally,  I woke up 8 hours after I had initially dosed, and found out what had happened.

At around noon time, my girlfriend awoke to me choking on my own vomit.  She said I kept tilting my head back and puking and I made this sick sort of gargling sound.  If she hadn't called 911, I don't think I would be here writing this warning.  GHB, GBL, 1,4 B, they're all very very dangerous.  While they can be fun, they impair your judgement tremendously.  And if you're reading this now and thinking, hah, what an idiot, that would never happen to me, think again, because I used to say that.  I used to think I knew everything about drugs, and I would never OD and I would never get sick.  Well, the only thing I know is that you never truly know with drugs, because once they are in you, they are in control.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 28853

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 3, 2003	Views: 29,922

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LSD (2), 1,4-Butanediol (51) : Hospital (36), Overdose (29), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

This happened awhile ago, I'd say in about the summer of 1998 or so. I was 22 and I'd just moved in with my boyfriend (now my husband), and his psycho little brother had moved out. So I was very relieved and happy (that the psycho was out of my immediate life). Our apartment was a crapheap, a former crackhouse, and they were remodeling it and the rest of the building for the entire year we lived there. But it was Sunday, and the workers claimed they'd have the day off. So me and my man took two hits of acid each.

I was feeling great when it started. I was happy and looking forward to painting, drawing, talking...just hanging out. For some reason I strongly needed to get naked as I was born. My husband started making out with me, then there was a knock on the door. The construction crew had been called in to work on the plumbing and to install our new sink. We of course told them it was a very bad time, so they set to work on the apartment directly below ours. I hid in the bedroom closet with the cat in my arms, scared out of my mind. My was heart was racing and I was afraid of being found out, and everything that may have gone with that. Arrest, parental disapproval, being abandoned by a severely judgmental friend. Basically, the trip was sent on a permanent negative course. And it lasted at least 12 hours. We ended the night by seeing an Aphex Twin concert and those giant bears really freaked my shit out.

All day I could hear the pipes being banged and I could never tell if the men were in our apartment or not. We actually checked the bathroom several times. I could hear everything all at once, and I couldn't tell where any sounds were coming from. People outside may have well been standing right next to me and whispering in my ear for all I knew. After awhile we went into the front room to listen to music. I believe it was Beck. He sounded so real. Like I could feel him. I don't know how to explain it. It's like I decided I knew exactly who he was just by the sound of his voice, and I dubbed him one of the few genuine good people on the planet. I watched the wood grain of the floor dance in sync with the music, and was quite amused for awhile, then I was horrified. We shut off the music and just lay on a futon by the window, watching the swaying branches of a huge tree outside.

I heard a woman yell at her kids, I heard a slap, screeching tires, swearing...Everything all at once and from everywhere again, but this time I all I heard was misery, evil, and pain. But when I looked outside I saw the beauty of the clear blue sky and the vivid life of the tree. The contrast between the evil of us and the beauty of nature seemed wrong and sick, and then I started crying for all of the idiots that make themselves and others miserable on purpose. I decided it was on purpose. There was no need for this diseased society after all. After my crying jag I followed my husband into our bedroom. I curled into a fetal position on the bed and starting whining, 'Make it stop. Make it stop.' Over and over. I held my hands over my ears but I could still hear everything. The cat jumped up with me and lay right against me purring as I sobbed uncontrollably for at least fifteen minutes straight. Then I looked at her face. It seemed concerned and confused. This somehow struck me as hilarious. I then proceeded to laugh hysterically and loudly for twenty minutes straight. Then the cat became frightened and ran off. This spun me back around to sobbing.

After awhile my husband decided he needed to have sex with me, I didn't really want to, but I just let him. It was horrible. I felt bent to suit someone else. Like I was being bent to unnatural shapes, like putty. I felt invaded, like a deflating balloon, like I was shrinking inside of myself, and being turned inside out. Like my muscles were shrinking and shrinking. Like I would sink into the mattress and drown in its fabric. I kind of wanted to. Then I heard footsteps. I paid them no attention, because I'd lost all ability to discern where a sound was emanating from. But I'm sure the front door opened, and I heard a man yell back up to someone. I heard laughter, and him amusedly inform someone, 'They're out of it.' Then the door closed. When It was over my husband was very clingy and apparently had a completely different experience from me. Later he said it was beautiful, close, almost ephemeral. He really doesn't like hearing my side of it.

I was starting to feel myself again. But I was still far gone. We for some reason we closed ourselves up in his brother's former room. I think because there was nothing in it really. The least stimulus available seemed the best amount. I leaned against the window. Suddenly I was afraid of falling through. I thought I was very fat, but I wasn't. Then I saw a drug dealer and I wanted to fall out and on him. It seemed funny somehow. I actually had to exert mental will and pressure on myself to not do it. I forced myself to the floor and away from the temptation.

Then we just stared at each other. We never said anything, or we did but didn't realize we were, and we had a conversation. We were convinced we were on a telepathic vibe. Finally it was subsiding to something very faint, and that's when we went out to the Aphex Twin concert. Afterwards some guy was talking to my husband. He congratulated him on having acquired 'someone like her.' And I was very confused. Mostly because I'm filled with quite of a bit of self-loathing. Which I now know, means I shouldn't do acid.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 7996

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 23, 2003	Views: 10,595

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LSD (2) : Sex Discussion (14), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Pharms - Bupropion
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00
		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 5:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Risperidone

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

A few years ago I was prescribed Welbutrin for depression.  Apparently I developed psychotic tendencies which could be attributed to the Welbutrin, so my psychiatrist prescribed for me Risperdol, an anti-psychotic.  Why he didn't just take me off Welbutrin and prescribe another anti-depressant is beyond me.

One night I dropped four hits of LSD and proceeded to have a very intense trip.  About 5 or 6 hours later it was time for me to take my usual dose of Risperdol.  I was still tripping very hard, and was not expecting to come down for another 6 hours, but surprisingly enough, I was completely down within half an hour.  I should have realized that this was going to happen as Risperdol is in the same class as Thorazine which is used to end bad trips in the hospital.

Some interesting side notes about Risperdol.  In short, I hated this drug.  It made me feel disconnected from the world.  I'm usually a person with very intense emotions, but Risperdol seemed to suck all of it away from me.  I didn't seem to care about anything.  I enjoyed spending my time watching tv, and settled into a mundane existence.  After taking the drug for some time I began periodically skipping doses.  This was very pleasurable as I would begin to FEEL again, and my emotions were intensified by the previous numbness that seemed to envelope me.  Overall I think Risperdol did more damage than good.  Luckily enough, I have been free of all prescription drugs for over three years, and even stopped using psychedelics because I felt that I wasn't in the right state to use them and realized that I had begun to abuse them.  It is only recently that I've felt confident enough to be able to use psychedelics in moderation and gain the best from them.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 29950

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 17, 2004	Views: 40,235

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LSD (2), Pharms - Risperidone (253) : Unknown Context (20), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 15 mg
		 oral
		 2C-T-2
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 6:00

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gel tab)

		   T+ 9:00
		 15 mg
		 oral
		 2C-T-2
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:59

		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 kg

This is not a winning formula.  The combination of LSD and other phenethylamines, such as MDMA or mescaline, is well-known to be terrific. (I only know the first of those combinations firsthand... I consider candyflipping to be the most decadent psychedelic experience available)  Thus I had high hopes for LSD + 2C-T-2.  However there is something about the 2C-T-2 experience which causes it to be completely and totally swallowed by acid.

(It should be noted also that people's experiences with 2C-T-2 vary very greatly.  Some of them find it extremely rewarding, whereas others don't get what the fuss is about.  I'm in the former camp... but 2C-B barely works on me at all.  Go figure.)

Anyway, the experience in question took place at a certain festival in the desert in the late summer.  The LSD was taken around 6 PM, and the 2C-T-2 maybe an hour or an hour and a half later.  A small amount of cannabis was smoked, uh, I think after the 2C-T-2 dose.

What followed, anyway, was indistinguishable from an LSD + cannabis experience.  Nitrous was inhaled at a certain point, maybe around midnight, and of course, it was spectacular, but there was still no hint of the 2C-T-2 visuals or mental signature at all.

2C-T-2 was taken *again* at around 3 AM.  Even then, nothing happened.  Finally, at about 5:30 AM, around sunrise, the LSD was more or less wearing off.  And THEN the 2C-T-2 happened, in full force and amazingness.  As I pedaled my bicycle across the desert floor, I saw it turn into water, I saw words written across the mountains, I rode my bicycle at the sun and I felt pulled into the solar embrace.

Of course, you'll have to trust my experience with psychedelics that in fact whatever I had experienced earlier in the night was due to LSD and not 2C-T-2, but it will be easy for anyone who has done both drugs to admit that the visual and experiential signatures of each are quite different.  The combination wasn't a particularly unpleasant one or anything (though because I was going to combine the two drugs, I did less LSD than I would otherwise have done, thereby leading to a more watered down experience than I might have liked for a while) but it has absolutely nothing to recommend it.

Hopefully someone who is thinking about doing the same thing will take a look at this and reconsider and save their drugs.  Thanks for reading!

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 29947

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 26, 2004	Views: 11,795

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LSD (2), 2C-T-2 (53) : Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

As I started to feel the effects of the acid working on me. I started feeling very nervous. I felt my self leaving the world I had known for so long, and entering a strange, new forbidden land, that only few people will ever see. My room was lit by black light. There were strange posters hanging on the wall. I had a big mirror with flames, teardrops, stars, and planets painted on it with fluorescent paint. All this only helped to separate reality farther from me. 'Ricker' I said, trying to draw his attention away from the rock and roll magazine he was reading. ' I'm trying to read this' he said, not realizing how scared I was becoming. My other friend Tom did notice though, and tried to help me to calm down. 'I am leaving reality' I thought to my self. 'Isn't anyone going to stop me' Just then there was a knock on the door. 'What's going on in here?' It was my dad asking as he appeared in the doorway. I thought that he had been sent as an answer to my thought, to try and stop me. 'We're burning incense' I answered knowing full well it was the smoke he was talking about. I was hoping he wouldn't see the bag that was laying out in full view.

I still had not lost a complete grasp of reality yet, so I started getting mad when he said he did not believe me. And he said he knew what we were doing and that we were ruining our lives. 'I wish he would leave' I thought to myself. As soon as my thought was finished he left. It almost seemed like he had heard my thought. He had failed to stop me and I was slipping farther and farther away from reality. Or was I? I started to lose control of my thoughts, They started to speak to me on their own. 'This is a normal experience that happens in some peoples lives.' My thoughts explained to me. 'This was meant to happen.' they continued. The universe, and life would mean nothing if no one knew what it was all about. There are some who are chosen to know it. It is extremely sad to know these things, but someone has to know what it's about, because of this people who are wicked are chosen to find out these realities. '

As my thoughts continued to explain all to me, I seen a huge wheel made up of billions of people. It was like a giant whirlpool. The wicked people would reach for vices that were scattered throughout the wheel. These vices were used to draw those reaching for them more and more in to the center, until they would find themselves in the center. The center was like the eye of a hurricane. those in the center suddenly found out the sad details of life. It was a kind of hell. The ones that never see the center are the ones spared the sad realities that were being explained to me. That was their heaven. I was in the center of the wheel. My thoughts continued to explain more. At times they would animate themselves through things or people in the room. 'There is no God. Religion is just fables that are piled up layer by layer through time. Life is just a pinhead of senseless time, in the uncountable spans of time, that always was and always will be. There is no beginning and no end to the universe. People use this time to work, play games, and indulge in vices. Smoking, drinking, and swearing are the things that brought you here.' My thoughts explained.

Just then John turned to me with a joint and said 'want a hit' and laughed. These thoughts seemed so real to me, and were so extremely depressing, that I couldn't bear the things I was shown. 'If I could go through my whole life without seeing all this again' I thought, 'that would be a heaven enough for me'. I seen a pack of demons entering through a window as my friends were laughing and partying. I started wishing my dad would come back. All of a sudden my dad walked back in to the room. It was like someone was reading my thoughts and orchestrating the events according to them. My father started telling us how we were ruining our lives again. My thoughts started to take control of my mind again. My thoughts would use what my dad was saying to continue my lesson about life. My father was a doctor. He was planning to take the whole family to the Philippines where he grew up. He told me that he was going to show me how hard he had it. He said he was going to show me where he had to work at a fishpond as he was growing up.

As he talked about it, my thoughts were telling me that the fishpond was my origin, my very early descendants came from the fishpond, and that all life came from the water. He told me he would show me the pond, all this stuck in my mind. He told us that education would get us through life. As he was telling us all this, I seen him as being an equal. Age meant nothing in the vastness of time. I thought at this point he knew what was going on with me. I thought he wanted to have a friendly conversation with us. He was still standing in the doorway, so I asked 'why don't you come in and join us?' I really did mean it, but he thought I was telling him to get lost in a sarcastic way, so he left. My thoughts ended the lesson telling me that although life is a sad senseless fact, some people try to find some fulfillment , although not much, in somehow doing a service to their fellow man. My thought's last statement was that no one, not even a religious person could save me from this sad and senseless life.

Every one left except Ricker, he was spending the night at my house. 'Let's smoke another joint' he said. ' No' I answered, 'I've had enough.' 'Aw come on, lets not ruin a good buzz, I'm coming down' he said. 'My dad caught us, everything went wrong tonight and you want me to smoke another joint? I asked. As I was saying this, a song started playing on the radio, Suite Judy blue eyes, by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young. The song started out 'It's getting to the point where I'm no fun any more, I am sorry.' It happened again like someone read my thoughts and put them on the radio. I couldn't figure out how that kept happening. Finally convincing me to go outside and smoke a joint, we headed for the stairs. On our way out I heard our dogs scratching at the door, I went to let them in. We would chain them to the door at night. When I let them in, they would run in to the kitchen to see if there were any scraps that might have fallen on the floor.

One dog ran in to the kitchen and stopped suddenly because he didn't want to slide on the linoleum floor. I didn't realize that that was why he stopped so suddenly. I thought that he had seen something in there that frightened him. When I went to look I seen a huge rattlesnake in our kitchen. I was alarmed, then I reasoned, we lived in Ohio how could there be a rattlesnake in our kitchen. Still being cautious I approached it very slowly. As I got near it, it transformed into a paper bag. We went outside and smoked another joint. I felt much better outside. We went out for a walk. I looked up in the sky and each of the millions of stars turned a different color. There were some radio towers off in the distance, as I looked they turned in to a futuristic spiral city. A plane was flying past the towers, it turned in to a space ship. Tom and I talked as we were walking. He was telling me he wanted to have the most fun in life. As he was telling me this, his ears started getting pointy, and he started growing a goatie. He started turning in to a devil. 'What's the matter?' Tom asked, as I quickened my pace to get away from him. He didn't know what I was seeing.

We went home. I couldn't get much sleep that night. Every time I would close my eyes I would see planets, stars, and galaxies. The next morning in the shower I couldn't feel the water. My body was numb. I could tell that the drug had been really hard on my body. I told myself I would never do it again. Even though the thoughts were so convincing when I was high, I remember thinking the next day that there still might be a God. It was easier to consider it now that I was no longer high. While I was high I was convinced there was no God.

Exp Year: 1975	ExpID: 11238

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 27, 2004	Views: 15,698

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LSD (2) : Families (41), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

On Feb. 23rd, 2004, I ingested one hit of LSD. After an hour, I started to feel like  my 'soul' wanted to tear out of my body, this felt pretty chaotic, so I sat down to meditate and clear my mind. I stayed meditating for five hours straight. It was an extremely deep meditation, it is even possible that I could have fallen asleep, but I did open my eyes about every thirty minutes just to reassure myself that I was still sitting there. In this deep meditative state, this is what I saw...

(This is just a brief sample of the overall concepts that will need further explanation.)

I saw the entire history of humanity--from beginning, to the present, like as history textbook visually depicted throughout my sight.

I experienced the birth and fall of countries,

I experienced the pain and suffering of humanity throughout time,

I pondered and imagined the future--what is the highest evolution of humanity?

I realized how this body and all of its maintenance/ methologics/ procedures/ and mechanical processes--such as eating, pissing, drinking, sex, washing, and shitting, chain down the psyche and pollute and corrupt pure thought. Once we are free from this body, only thought will exist. Pure thought without the chains of the body and all its weight, just may be the highest evolution of humanity.

What is pure thought?

Pure thought has no inhibitions (mental or physical), no negativity/pessimism (these are disruptive and vexatious to the 'spirit', they cause frustration and unnecessary conflicts).

Pure thought is just, humane, and has a well-balance of birth and death.

Pure thought is also being disconnected from this crude and ugly body, which is currently mere encapsulation and transportation for the beholder of pure psychic energy(a synonym for pure thought).

Pure thought is also disrupted and inhibited by drinking and smoking--which are petty little escapes that only get one by temporarily until the next time.

I have realized:

I need to take life more seriously.

I am now more humane (in realization of weights of the body).

I am now more optimistic (pessimism and negativity are weights of the psyche). Pessimism is necessary in keeping one from being naive, but it should only be considered, and weighed appropriately with optimism.

Only those who are weak, fail to allow optimism to succeed in their lives. Why be so negative when life is so short? Where will it get you? Like I said, pessimism keeps you from being naive, but you can simply be aware of the dark side to keep you from harm. I say 10-20% pessimism, 80-90% optimism. This will aid you in thought of the highest levels.

* This all seems ideal, but it has been emotionally charged by my unconsciousness for the benefit of at least myself, if no one else will listen. *

* Listen to your unconsciousness, do not fight it or block it out, it is only trying to help. *

DMG

25 Feb 2004

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 31407

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 1, 2004	Views: 10,022

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LSD (2) : General (1), Glowing Experiences (4), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I started taking LSD on 1999 and I used to consume it in blotter form every weekend (found that LSD tolerance was almost 7 days on my organism) till 2000. That was a whole year of LSD consumption almost every weekend. I started with doses of 1 blotter and after that year and a half my latest doses were about 5-6 blotters. I can say I never had a bad trip, and I decided to quit acid when the nasty after effects no longer had a positive relationship with the good effects.

On those days I read a lot of information about flashback experiences but never really believed in them.

After that acid marathon I got a magor depression that lasted aprox 6 months where I was heavily medicated with a lot of antidepresants like fluoxetine, prozac, haloperidol and mutabon D. Then I recovered and started living a normal life without drug consumption except tobacco.

After 2 years of my last acid trip, while on vacation in a very nice wilderness place I was sitting on a rock and then I experienced a clear acid high. I was looking at a very steep hill and suddently it started moving in nice patterns, exactly as one sees patterns while on acid. It wasn't something uncomfortable. In fact it was really pleasant and there was absolutely no trace of the nasty anxiousness after effects common to LSD. It lasted aproximately 2 minutes and I enjoyed it very much.

After that experience I never had any other flashback. But if they came again I'm sure I will enjoy them every much!

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 32420

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 31, 2004	Views: 10,852

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LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), General (1), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 0:59
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:30

		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:59

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This is without a doubt the most amazing and memorable experience of my life!   I am a 21 year old American, but I was studying in Melbourne, Australia, for a semster the year before.  Melbourne is a very cool city, and one of her best features are the incredible botanical gardens right in the heart of downtown.  This provides the setting for my story…

My friend Nero and I had obtained several doses of LSD from one of our Aussie friends.  According to our friend, these Bart Simpson tabs contained 900 mikes (micrograms).  For any other substance, that is a miniscule amount, but considering that an average dose today contains only 60 mikes, this was bound to take us to the brink of insanity.  We had these little friends stored in our freezer for about a week, waiting for our final exams to be over to celebrate.  Evad, another friend we had met, was finishing his exams that morning too.  We had nothing to worry about and nobody to answer to!  Nero and I had both tripped before, but the most I had ever experienced was a slight body high.  I was ready for the real deal.  Evad had never tried LSD, and was a little unsure if he wanted to (as most acid virgins are) but he wanted to come along and take it as it came.

To start off, Nero and I each took a half tab, just to play it safe- 900 mikes is nothing to fuck with!  We were going to meet Evad at his apartment a little later.  We all prepared our trip bags: water, food, cigarettes, pot, toys, CD players, etc., and began the first leg of our journey.

Melbourne has another salient feature: public trams that run up and down the main streets carrying passengers.  It was around 2 pm when we headed out of our building and hopped on the tram for the five minute ride downtown.  We met Evad outside his place and we all hopped on the tram again to make our way to the Gardens.  Once we were there, Evad asked to try some.  He decided to take a quarter hit;  looking at the miniscule piece of paper it seemed unfathomable that there could be any effect at all.  Knowing that the effects could take up to two hours to kick in, we found a nice big park outside the entrance to the Gardens and hackysacked for a while.  We’re all big fans of the hack and it’s always a good mind/body activity regardless.  We had some herb, but we wanted to check out the effects of the acid solo before doubling up.

After about an hour, we still hadnt felt much so we decided to walk into the actual Botanical Gardens.  Right when we got to the gate, I realized that if I was gonna do it I was gonna do it right so I opened our little container and popped the other half of my hit into my mouth.  Nero did the same, and Evad took another quarter.  We all smiled and knew we were in for an adventure!

The Botanical Gardens cover a huge territory right in the heart of the city:  you would never know there was a whole metropolis going on with daily life just a few thousand feet of you on every side.  The climate there is tropical/temperate, so all kinds of plants are grown there:  huge palm trees, tropical flowers, fruit trees, absolutely stunning!  We walked around the paths for a while, just enjoying the warm sunny November day (summer was just beginning!) and we started to notice that butterfly feeling in the gut when I know it’s starting to kick in.  Man, that is the best time cause I know I'm in for the ride of my life any minute now!  About a half hour later we wander into an interior garden called, coincidentally, The Herb Garden.  We are all a little fucked by this point, but we know that pot will really bring on the effex.  Since no one is around, we sit down right there and spark a bowl.

Woooow!   Haha, this is where the shit goes down!  Just as soon as we’re done, I was off my tree!  Just looking at Nero’s face told me he was at about the same level.  Evad was tripping too but not as severely.  The ground was a red brick pattern, and it totally played with my vision.  The straight cracks started to wriggle around on the ground like a family of snakes, and I was unable to take my eyes off it!  Just knowing that any drug is able to do these things to my mind makes me wonder how much of our consciousness is determined by chemical reactions.  Evad got up to walk a little bit and I followed, just needing to not sit down anymore.  But about a minute later I had to sit down cause I couldn’t stand up anymore!  Acid is weird like that.  We were sitting there talking about how we were feeling and what to do now - I wanted to listen to some music cause I had always heard acid really brings up the audio experience.  We each looked through the ten or so CD’s we had each brought from our own collections.  The only CD that we all had was Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon!

One of us got the idea that we should all put on our headphones, and that if we pressed “play” at the same time, we could all have our separate trips but still be totally connected!  Thus was born the Tri-E-O.  Most likely the best idea of the century.  As the first track got underway, the footsteps racing across my mind made me feel like I was in some kind of an insane asylum.  We were all watching each other, and someone would mouth the laughter at the same time as on the CD, but they were 100 feet away, and it was a totally strange and hilarious experience.  As the booming transition into Breathe coursed through my soul I felt my feet lift off the ground and shoot me straight into heaven on the wings of angels!  The music was in control of my trip and it made it so much better because now I could let my conscious mind drift into the background.  I was staring in Awe at the rippling clouds reflecting the golden sunlight, and just then a duck flew across the sky, leaving miles of waving trails behind it.  In an instant the sky had been turned from air to an endless living lake, all with the background music of my favorite album of all time.

I knew that everything would be all right forever!  Now I see why they say it was made to be listened to on acid - it was like I was hearing it for the first time!  We wandered out of the herb garden and just wandered aimlessly, each in our own fantasy land.  Someone would stop and dabble with what ever interested them - a leaf blowing in the wind, some ducks swimming in the pond…  We ended up on a gently sloping grass lawn looking directly at the Sun.  As Brain Damage (how fitting!) subsided into Eclipse, we were starting to come off that initial SuperTrip, but were still miles away from normality.  We weren’t sure what to do now that PF had let us slip from its grasp.  I wanted to hack, but Nero and Evad weren’t sure they were up to it.  But we gave it a shot.  It ended up being an almost transcendental experience.  Normally, we’re all OK, each having a few of our own tricks but nothing phenomenal.  But today was truly amazing!  It wasn’t that we were doing fancy tricks, but the hack just stayed up for ever!  When the hack was just a few inches off the ground someone would make an amazing save that never would have happened under “normal” circumstances.

This went on for about an hour, after we had philosophized that the hack was a metaphor for life, that one person could drift away from the circle (normal life) with no repurcussions as long as the hack stayed off the ground with the help of your friends.  Still not sure if this holds water, but Im testing it all the time J.

It was now getting to be sunset, so we continued our journey through the jungle.  We came to a huge grove of trees, and were staring at the leaves that seemes to be moving and crawling and screaming among the branches.  This time it wasn’t just the acid - there were huge fruit bats everywhere!  We just gazed at them for what seemed ages - some would be fighting with each other, hanging up side down and extending their huge leathery arms to grab at other bats dangling nearby.  As the sun began to fade and darkness overtook the park, the bats began flying around more and more until there were these enormous bats flying everywhere over our heads!  We had a cigarette and enjoyed the final remnants of our trip.  The visuals were gone but we still had worms crawling through our heads.  We walked to a pagoda and lit some incense, and sat there for a while just discussing whatever came into our heads.

I (almost regrettably) brought up the philosophical idea that we each see our own colors that make sense to us and align with everyone else’s color spectrum, but are not necessarily the same color.  We talked this into the ground until I feared my sanity would never return!!  Our minds and bodies were spent, and we headed back into the (scary) world.  It was now way past dark, and when we got to the gate where we had entered, the gate was locked.  The funny thing is that it wasn’t just a normal fenc e- the gate was an arch with 6 inch iron spikes along the inside top, and the gate had the same spikes along the top.   We were gonna have to climb through a tiny opening surrounded by deadly spikes, on acid!!  Evad wasn’t much for this idea, being afraid of puncturing some huge artery and dying on the opposite side of the world from his home, but I was not about to walk a mile to the other end of the park to find the same thing.  So sloooowwwly we each poked through the wormhole with no injuries to report.

Somehow we had gotten very twisted around, and tried to leave the same way we came in, but ended up at the base of this HUGE monument!  It was liking being warped from the Amazon to the Egyption desert!  It turned out to be their WWII memorial, which we hadn’t even known existed.  The intense lighting on the building contrasted with the surrounding darkness, making it soar above our earthbound feet.  My favorite part was a huge “eternal flame” shooting out of the ground in front of the memorial.  I became absorbed by it, the orange flames licking the air a few feet from my face lured me into a trance.  A soothing calm and warmth enveloped my body.  So this brings me to the end of the journey - an amazing day that would forever change how I viewed myself and this world.  I hope this was worth the read…

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 8053

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 27, 2004	Views: 9,284

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


		 DOSE:

		 3 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Skating on Thin Ice

This is a rewrite of a dream labeled 'Lousy Dream Lived Out with LSD' posted elsewhere.  I choose to rewrite it because that report was written approximately five hours after the dream ended, and was my attempt to solidify the events of the night, it does not focus on what I learned that night. At that point, I had no idea just what I'd learned that night. Of course.

At approximately 9:00 PM I injested 3 microdots. I had taken two of the same distribution on a previous night. Call it the magical wheel of dosage, I chose to take three. :) Me and a friend who was not on anything at the time travelled over to a friends house and I parked and locked up my car, putting a note on my steering wheel reminding me not to drive until 5AM the next day. I have never had to read this type of note to avoid doing something stupid, but I write them to make myself feel better.

We sat comfortably in the basement as I began my space-out. About an hour and a half later, the people I was with decided they were going to visit someone else who lived outside of the town we were in. I decided I would be better off going along with those I knew than walking around town looking for someone else I knew to spend my time with. It can be a long night by yourself if you're not comfortable and at home.

I hitched a ride with two people I did not know, and I spent the ride mostly watching the interior lights of the car. When we arrived, I had not realized how many people who I had never seen before would be there. They all seemed friendly enough and after sitting at the kitchen table for a while I went into the basement to have a look at the musical equipment that was down there. A complicated system with a large stereo being monitored, sampled and equalized by a computer. I sat for quite a while in a chair tuned into the music. It was almost hypnotic, I can not describe it and I wonder if I would recognize it if I ever heard it again. I can not remember a single thought from this period that was not related to what was going on around me. I kept reaching for my pack of cigarettes but didn't manage to make it all the way to smoking one for quite a while. I was sitting there simply blown away. After a while people started to go upstairs and I chose to go with rather than sitting in the dark basement in a house owned by people I didn't know.

Before I went upstairs, I spoke to a group of people I didn't know who were sitting in another lighted section of the basement. I said hello and they replied in kind and asked how it was going. It was an effort to say 'I took three microdots at nine oclock and I have no idea what's going on.'. It felt to me like someone was rapidly pushing a reset button in the back of my head. Thoughts came and went, trying to hold on to them was totally useless. A young man sitting at the table replied 'That's ok, you don't have to know what's going on.'. I laughed, said thank you and went upstairs. I appreciated and appreciate that very much.

We sat at the kitchen table some more, and a friend rolled a huge joint. I smoked it with them, just because it was what I would usually do. I talked with drunk people I didn't know. I told everyone that I had a personal conversation with that I was on LSD, and to please excuse me if I was acting strangely. I am sure I was managing to act fairly normal, the energy buzzing beneath my skin was amazing. It was a concious act to keep from gritting my teeth and tightening every muscle in my body.

People went out on the back porch and played some hack. Normally I'm able to play well enough but didn't quite feel up to it. :) I followed because most of the people I knew went that way. A friend kept urging me to play but I didn't quite feel up to taking my feet off the ground. A few minutes later the people in the room stopped making sense. They would talk almost constantly but with disconnected words or short phrases, I must admit it was all fairly stupid and I can only assume reflects upon my thoughts on those people.

While I knew I was tripping, I had never before hallucinated in this manner. All my hallucinations had been gentle and interesting and had not included people at all. I decided that everyone was playing a trick on me. (Great idea right?) I had an idea that it had something to do with the people that had been playing music in the basement. I waited for a while for them to give it up, said 'you people are crazy' (hehehe) and walked into the kitchen. People continued to talk nonsensically and someone in the kitchen said a rhyme about Jesus Christ (Christian religious figure) to the purpose of him being blessed with the spirit of god, coming down to earth and having nothing to do but 'piddle de ding dong dingus'...

At this point I was starting to get a little scared. I went down a hall looking for the door, and talked to a young lady who I did not know. I told her about my problem, but she did not understand. I did not use the correct words, because there are no words to explain the manner in which people were talking. She asked me if I needed help, needed to talk to someone, and I replied that I did not because I had the strong feeling that she was talking about police. I decided I needed to leave the house, go outside and chill out.

I believed that everyone was playing a trick on me. I was displeased about it (I was rather disconnected from emotion at this point.) and decided to walk down the street in the direction I guessed was home. I had never had problems deciphering reality from hallucination while dreaming of LSD and chose to stick to my guns. I began walking down the street in the direction I guessed was home but then walked back, deciding that I was not going to let anyone trick me into getting myself arrested on the long walk back to the town my car was in. I sat on the porch waiting for them to come outside and end the game. I began to wonder if I wasn't passed out somewhere and all this going on inside my head. (Another bright idea.) A short time after, my friends going back to the town my car was in came out of the house. Too short I thought..

Unfortunately, they were still talking garbage. People got into their cars and I asked one of my friends where we were going. He urged me to get into the car I had come in. I decided this was a good idea and did so. I thought that they would just drive me back to this house after driving around the block a few times. I asked them to stop the car so that I could get out. The driver said 'ok he has 15 seconds to get out or I'm taking off again'.

This was a critical choice: A thought that just kept on recurring to me was: 'If I stay here, nothing ever happens...'.

I got out and began walking home without another word. I had never been to this house before. I had no real idea of where I was. As I walked I thought of the two possible explanations I had thought of before the people came out of the house. One being that I was tripping and that people had played a cruel trick on me, the other that this going on inside my head. That I would live forever in this strange world where everyone talked garbage and went no where. My hell for a mistake. I had yelled loudly in the driveway when this thought occured to me.

I believed that one of these two things could be happening and that my choosing the correct path back to the town in which my car was parked was connected with my returning to my reality. Believe it or not, I followed the roads that seemed more lighted, even after I had left the residential areas and there were no street lights. I followed the path that occured to me first. I decided that I would simply walk until I came down, and ask directions then. Or if I got lucky and got home, so be it.

As I walked, I worried about what was actually going on. I thought for a while that I should stop and spend the night in a grove of trees. I had to be home sometime the next day and so I decided I had to get to my car that night. I thought I would go (?) insane if I did not keep moving. I decided to rid myself of my paraphenalia, and to put my drivers license under the insole of my shoe.

I decided that I had decided what I was going to do, so I had better just stop worrying about it or I was going have bigger problems. I decided to count 1,2,3,4loop as a way of keeping my mind occupied. After a while I noticed that I had timed my counting to my breathing, a short while later I noticed that I had timed my steps to my breathing. After that it became much easier to walk. I later learned that this is a Buddhist practice: walking meditation. A good book on walking meditation is 'The Long Road Turns to Joy', written by Thich Nhat Hanh.

I had many thoughts over this period of time, but I let them flow by me. I held onto the only rock I had, which was not to think at all. The unfortunate result: many of these thoughts are buried deep in my memory. Every day new thoughts from that experience return to me. Over this period of time, my reality and who I was faded till it was just a memory. I did not think of my name at any time during this trip, so I do not know whether I knew it or not. I believed that if I forget my reality, I would not go back to it at all, that I would be stuck in the nonreality that I was in for the rest of my life.

After a long period of the walking in this manner, I experienced a blip. My everything was ripped away for a split second. I recognized that reality was more my creation than I had ever realized before, I saw the death rebirth process. Everything was quiet, and I looked about the void. I saw nothing around me, and thought 'Well... What now?'. I saw a point of light in the unimaginable distance, it moved towards me with immeasurable speed. As it approached I recognized that it was immeasurably large. It approached till it engulfed me and I was slammed back to reality.

At the time, I did not know or did not choose to think about what had just happened. I felt only relief. I knew I was coming down, that I would be ok. I spent the rest of the walk thinking as little as possible. All this happened on my way to the freeway, I did not know if I was north or south of where I was trying to get and went the wrong way up the freeway for a good long time. I stopped at a populated exit and asked directions. I hitched a ride from a trucker just before daylight. I appreciate that immensely, the warmth of that cab was extacy after my walk in the cold. To this day I pick up hitchhikers, just to give back a little.

When I got back home, I went to sleep shortly after writing a report of this and posting it to another website. Four hours later, a friend who lived in the area dropped by and walked into my bedroom. I looked up and he said something I didn't catch. He seemed to move a little too quickly into the room. I jerked up and awake and drop kicked the young man out of my house. :) I followed him outside and told him that it was NOT a good time and not to call me, I would call him later.

All in all, I tripped for approximately 9 hours. I have a crystal clear memory of everything that went on, although I imagine that I will be piecing together my memory of my thoughts for the rest of this life. As closely as I can calculate I walked 25 miles that night, the soles of my shoes are almost completely flat. For approximately 2 hours I exhibited the sensory input and thought patterns of a paranoid psychotic. At no time during the trip did I lose control of what I was doing, the fight was to control my thoughts. The trip was at no time bad or good, it just was. I spent every moment after I left that room in emergency mode, thinking only of what I needed to do to be as safe as I could.

The reality fracture that I had that night is as real as anything I have ever experienced. I was forced to choose a direction, but didn't really know it at the time. In the end I chose a very unique path. All through the time that I was at the house and with the others I felt the strong presense of other higher beings. They spoke to me through the movements and words of those around me and through my thoughts. Occasionally, I would get a reoccuring thought that was usually a statement. 'If I don't go, nothing ever happens.' etc. It seems to me that I thought clearly throughout, but that the problems remained. I am not implying that the silly and incorrect thoughts I had that night were placed in my head, but that I was able to choose to think above them... Or not.

For about two weeks after that experience, I could see any situation from an infinite number of points of view. One was not any more or less real than any other. Some were plausible, some were not. I had only to choose from the ones that seemed most correct, the ones that I wanted. At the time that I am writing this report, things have solidified.

A lot of my problems with people have simply dissapeared. I am left with the habits of my old thought. I have a long way to go before I complete what I started that night: the raising of my conciousness. It is a constant battle for me not to slip back into my old ways of thinking.

As of the writing of this report, my ego has reattached itself stronger than ever. It has started to overshadow the surety that I had. Fortunately, it now yells and screams so loud that I can often recognize it for what it is. It's going to take a long time to break down the imprinting of a life time and return to balance.

I stood on the edge of my world and looked off. Every choice I had that night corresponds to a way of thought, and I believe that I chose the only one that would let me see correctly. One thing I know, if I had chosen differently, I would never have known that I had chosen incorrectly. Whichever way you go, you 'know' it's the right way.

My life is changed, I am changed. I am unbelieveably lucky, in that the change was for the better. I'd like to thank everyone who helped me to see the experience correctly. They have opened up many doors for me, gently and persistantly helping me to see the only way to deal with this experience. Things still might have gone badly for me in the end, had I not had help. As it stands, I have no worries.

There is a lesson in this for everyone who has not learned it already. LSD IS NOT A TOY! I have only taken LSD five times in my life, each months or years apart, and this dream has shaken me to my core. It doesn't take much, it's entirely unpredictable. LSD dreams can be used to remove clouds from your eyes, and they can be used to reinforce ways of thought, and they can be used to build huge new clouds in front of your eyes. If you use it in a setting that causes you to think in a certain way, you will create thought habits that keep you thinking that way. You can not escape being changed by an LSD dream unless you know exactly what you're doing, so make sure that you change for the better.

'If you should go skating,

on the thin ice of modern life,

dragging behind you the silent reproach,

of a million tear stained eyes,

don't be surprised when a crack in the ice,

appears under your feet.

You slip out of your depth,

and out of your mind,

your fear flowing out behind you,

as you claw the thin ice.'

Alright, I couldn't help the quote. I've always been into Floyd, and all the meanings in Floyd's albums have flip flopped since I dreamed this up.

Happy trails folks!

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 8865

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 13, 2004	Views: 7,063

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I am 19 years old, 6 feet tall, and about 160 lbs.  The only drug I had done was weed and I had only been smoking for a few months.  I had gotten ready for the trip by reading everything I could find about LSD on the internet.  I had been waiting to try it for about two months.

The day of the trip finally came and I was very excited.  4 of us were doing it that day.  We decided the park would be a good place to do it.  It was a very big park with a lake and lots of trees.  I had my first cube (Each cube contained 2 hits) as soon as we got into the car.  I felt excitment and wonder as I slowly sucked away at the sugar cube.  It took us about 30 minutes just to get to the park.  when we arrived the excitment and wonder had died down to a slight antcipation.  We were at the park for about 15 or 20 minutes but plans had changed.  It was getting cloudy and dark so we were going to stay the night at mike's house. I purchased 2 sugar cubes and used 1 so far.  I had been playing around with the other one on the way to the car and after a few minutes decided to eat that too.

I had now taken 4 hits of LSD on my first trip.

I had been slowly coming up for the past hour when we arived at Mike's house.  Mike was mean and very annoying but we had nowhere else to stay.  His parents were gone and it seemed like a good idea at the time.  We all hung out in Mikes living room and smoked weed.  We had also smoked a little weed at the park.  Everyone was in a pritty good mood except Mike.  Mike was constantly complaining about things or making rude comments.  Mikes house was not all that big but it was nice.  There was allot of expensive looking stuff in his house like glass tabels and leather couches. A bunch of us went to the back of his house where there was a large swiming pool with a wooden deck around it.  I was high from the weed and still coming up on LSD.

I thought it might be a good idea to jump in the pool.  I put my wallet and a few other things on a lawn chair first.  I did a cannon ball into the pool and it was amazying.  His pool was heated and the water felt wonderfull against my skin. I floated for a couple minutes but my friends wanted me to get out.  They were a little suprised I had jumped in and Mike was upset and did not want me to come in the house because I was all wet.  Everyone else went inside and because it was getting cold.  I really did not care about the cold and just like on the deck looking up at the sky.  At this point (~1:30 min form the first cube) I began to see strange things in the sky.  It looked like a transparent layer in front of the clouds.  like when I look at a light and then close my eyes I can see a faint purple/blue image of the light for a short time.  It slowly became clearer and clearer until it was almost as real as the cloud.  I was on back looking up and I saw transparent people standing around me in a circle.  I could see  more people behind and above them also in a circle.  They formed a pattern of infinate complexity.

They werent still images though.  They looked as if they were breathing, moving, and had real expressions.  It seemed as if one of them even walked away and someone else took his place.  I could feel a sort of energy building within me and I had to look away now and then because it was too intense.  I got up for a little while and then lie down again.  This time I tried to conentrate more on what I saw and the people turned into a pattern which consumed everything I saw.  My eyes were wide open and I was looking at the clouds but this time It was not transparent!  I could not even see the clouds even though my eyes were open.  I saw a bright pattern that slowly moved and I felt as if I could go into it.  I did not want to go any deeper then I was so I stopped looking and got up.

Now I was confused.  I did not totally understand who my friends were or who I was.  I got insine and Mike had me sit on a towel.  I had been outside for maybe half an hour, but I was still a little damp.  I half understood the situation.  I knew I was at a friend's house and I knew that my friends were with me and I had jumped in a pool.  What I did not understand was what was happening.  It seemed like something was going on but I could not figure out what.  I was shaken but I was able to make sense of what was going on after a couple hours.

It got real late and people begain to leave.  3 of us were still tripping so we stayed. It was now just me, Mike, Joe, Jim, and John (not real names :).  At this point it seemd like reality had been ripped apart.  It was like I was seeing everything at a really low film speed.  Everything was flickering.  Everything left trails or afterimages.  I was begining to miss normal reality, but at the same time it was kinda neat.  I found that if I looked at something It would bend.  We did a lot more that night but it was mostly more of the same.  The effects started going away at about 6 am the next day.

I have never taken any kind of medication and the only other drug I was on at the time was weed.  Looking back I think it changed me for the better.  I realized I was ignoring some things that were really important to me in life.  The most important thing I learned is that life is fake.  I used to think that god, aliens, or other dimensions might exist.   I never really got into that stuff though.  I just watched sci-fi movies from time to time and played computer games.  Now I know for a fact that it's real.  People always joke about how good money is, or sex, or cars.  It all seems so worthless now.  What really matters to me is love.  Most of my life I did not realize that.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 8176

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 21, 2004	Views: 9,562

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:59

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 17:00
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   142 lb

My friend and I had smoked about an eighth of some absolutely chronic weed and were very stoned when we were offered acid in a park nearby.  My friend having done acid before decided that I needed the experience, so I agreed and bought 8 hits, my friend immediately consumed 4 whole hits of very good acid.  I held on to mine.  We walked home about an hour later and my weed effects were starting to wear down, I was feeling a little bit tired and hungry, so I decided to drop the acid about 2 minutes away from my house, I gobbled down the sugarcube (2 hits) and then another half (1 hit) and continued walking. My friend took another 1 hit, he was telling me that this stuff was amazing quality and I started to get excited.

0:10- no effects as of yet, talked to my parents and was a little nervous I would start tripping while talking to them.

0:20- ridiculous body sensations, feeling odd and light headed, got some food and went to basement, weird stomach cramps

0:50- the trip begins, I start giggling and I feel like everything inside of me tickles, it's very funny and I can't stop laughing, I am sitting on my bed drinking orange juice and my friend is sitting on his bed throwing a tennis ball up and continually missing catching it.

1:00- stomach cramps, burping, strange nauseaus feelings which I ignore and enjoy the trip, time becomes bizarre, time skips (ie. 10minutes where I couldn't remember a thing that had just happened)

1:40- almost 2 hours after taking it and the effects are still getting stronger, I am slightly scared it's never gonna end getting stronger but am having too much fun to care, my friend and I are making strange noises trying to communicate how we feel

2:30- playing with pillows, drew a 30minute blank where I can not remember a thing that has happened, just remember feeling and seeing orange everywhere, like flying inside a peach (coincedentally or not my pillow is orange)

3:00- friend and I are silent totally zoned out occasionally broken by giggles it's now about 2 in the morning

5:00- I pee about 15 times in the space of an hour, feeling awkward, giggles occasional, weird muscle twitches and cannot sit still, go to bathroom and look at face, VERY funny and scary, patterns on wall are moving in a spiral, colours are very increased, starting to come back to some semblance of reality but still feeling amazing and weird

5:30- am I bad tripping, I'm scared, should I turn off the lights, I have no control of my body, my skins itchy, sticky, I'm a lizard, help... I tell this to my friend who's been with me when I bad tripped on mushrooms once, he didn't want me to bother him again so he told me, 'shh... it's ok man, you're fine, we took acid and boy it's good, it's about 4:30am we should get some sleep eh?... this was very soothing

6:15- we sleep

8:15- my dad barges into the room, come on guys GET UP, time for your wilderness camp, 'what the hell?' I think... oh NO! I just remembered that I have a kayaking trip starting today and I haven't packed!  oh my god I'm still absolutely ripped on acid!

8:30- I get up in a hazy fog, my body feels like I'm being tickled by a thousand feathers, my vision is acidy, in a kind of flashy way, almost like a strobe light.  I take a bath and feel all kinds of awkward sensations, I am tired too, but the trip is still at a good strong strength... but my mind is there too, I am feeling all the body effects, and a quarter of the visual strengths but I still feel muddled and confused.

9:00- I start packing for the camp, I establish with my friend that he's still ripped on the acid too, our eyes are huge, we gulp down orange juice and I feel sick.  but I try to concentrate on packing my bag, let's see I have a list in one hand... I try to read the letters, they are dancing around the page... fuck it, just grab stuff and fill your bag...

Even this was complicated, we'd go through 5 minute laughing breaks, and stop and talk and forget what we were doing, it took nearly 2 hours to pack our bags, ( I later discovered that my bag was filled with useless shit ie. bath robes, 4 sweaters even though middle of summer, no shorts etc.)

11:20- my dad drives us towards the camp but stops to pick up my sister from a seaport, my friend and I are in a small island village feeling intensely messed up after 2hours of sleep and of course the LSD... everythings skipping, like cars weren't moving fluidly they would disappear and reappear 10m ahead... I can't tell you how hard it was to cross the road, we were stumbling trying to find some weed while my dad waited for my sister but we only imagined dealers and were too nervous to ask anyone... we got back to my dad and in the car

12:20- arrive at camp still totally whacked and meet all these new faces and total strangers, we must appear nervous but that's because we're hallucinating and they look more like 6 foot tall demons than teenagers.

12:40- we end up explaining to them we are still messed on acid and fortunately they are an open minded lot and talk to us about their experiences and trip us out by waving fingers at us etc.

15:00- a few hours pass being talkative and meeting new people, visuals disappear and colours dim back to normal shades, body feelings continue, it's about 1 in the afternoon I think

16:00- we go swimming I can not tell you how good and strange it felt.

17:00- acid trip is all but memories and a vague tired feeling and giggly feeling, though we then pop 2 antidepressants each and come straight back up into a nauseaus speed frenzy

17:45- antidepressant sickness ends, just speed feeling

18:30- it's over again... the end... it was FUN!

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 9290

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 24, 2004	Views: 9,395

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 26:00
		 0.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 26:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 194:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 195:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   68 kg

Hace dos semanas estaba muy ansioso por probar Xtasy y salir a bailar asi que hable con un amigo mio que podia conseguirmelos y fuimos a la fuente. Consegui una pastilla 'TT' y otras dos que no tenian nombre. El viernes 20, como se festeja el dia del amigo en la Argentina decidi probar las pastillas sin nombre porque me queria guardar la TT para la rave del sabado.

Tome una de las pastillas a eso de las 12 de la noche, y deje que se disuelva en mi boca, su sabor no era feo. A los 15 minutos comence a sentir los efectos y mi vision comenzo a ponerse borrosa, al mismo tiempo que una sonrisa se instalo en mi cara para no irse en toda la noche. Pase a buscar a mi mejor amigo, 'el negro', y nos fuimos a un boliche llamado 'Margarita'. Mientras manejaba sentia que mi cuerpo no pesaba nada, y me sentia uno con el mismo auto. El negro estaba asombrado de lo bien que estaba manejando a pesar del trafico que habia. Entramos al boliche y no fue muy de mi agrado, me sentia muy bien, no necesitaba nada, por suerte pasaban musica que a mi me gustaba y me la pase cantando toda la noche. Me quede sentado ahi sonriendole a todo el mundo (me sentia muy bien, ni siquiera ganas de bailar tenia) hasta que se empezo a ir la gente y El negro y yo decidimos irnos. A la salida nos encontramos con unos amigos y los lleve a todos de vuelta para el barrio. Yo me fui a acostar a mi casa. Eran las 6 de la madrugada.

El sabado 21 siguiente consegui pepas (asi se llaman aca a los blotters de LSD) Ciclista, muy frescas, y decidi que esa noche iba a ir a una fiesta Cream en 'CLUBLAND'. A las 2 de la madrugada pase a buscar a mi amiga 'J'. Era su primera vez en acido, asi que ella fue tomando de a cuartitos hasta llegar a 3/4 de pepa. Yo tome medio Xtasy TT y a los 15 minutos comenzaron los efectos y me puse a bailar. Tambien tome media pepa. Y despues de dos horas la otra mitad del TT. Baile toda la noche. Sentia que todo el mundo en esa fiesta comprendia lo que me pasaba, que todos estaban sintiendo lo mismo que yo, aunque mi parte racional, me decia que eso seria improvable y no me deje llevar por eso. Me la pase bailando y tomando agua y jugos de naranja. Luego 'J' y yo nos quedamos bailando con un grupo de chicos que estaban inhalando Popper. Mi cuerpo no podia parar de moverse al ritmo de la musica, cada tanto descansaba para no forzar mi organismo. Cada tanto ibamos a la pista de afuera para respirar un poco de aire y nos quedabamos filosofando. Nos quedamos ahi hasta que cerro y luego mi amiga y yo nos fuimos a dar una vuelta en auto. Luego fuimos a mi casa, y nos quedamos hablando de las cosas de la vida con una sinceridad increible. Todo parecia tener sentido. Una sensacion indescriptible. Luego la lleve a su casa mientras pasabamos en el auto un cd de Chemical Brothers.

El sabado 28, decidi tener una experiencia un poco mas fuerte, y aprovechando que tenia en mi poder pepas 'Marilyn Monroe', hable con 'J' y fuimos a Clubland otra vez. Ella tomo una dosis y yo tome 2, una antes de entrar y la otra a las dos horas. Ese sabado baile como nunca, Mi cuerpo parecia fundirse con la musica y cerraba los ojos y veia maravillosas formas fractales, caleidoscopicas, como nunca antes. Esta vez con 'J' no podiamos hablar, estabamos maravillados y lo unico que podiamos hacer era bailar y bailar. Luego algo inesperado me sucedio. De repente mi cuerpo se puso pesado, como si no tuviera mas fuerzas para moverme y me sente en un costado. Cerre los ojos y vi las formas y colores mas maravillosas que jamas he visto. Toda mi vida cobraba sentido, me di cuenta de todos mis errores y supe porque me pasaban las cosas, llegue al fondo de mis problemas, un poco me bajonee, pero pude sobrellevar la sensacion muy bien y me concentre en las figuras que cambiaban majestuosamente al compas de la musica, los olores, y las sensaciones. No podia comunicarme con nadie. Me habia convertido en algo completamente perceptivo a todo lo que tenia alrededor. Estaba muy cansado tambien. Asi que le pedi a 'J' que me haga compañia en mi casa un rato para descansar y despues la lleve a su casa. Luego de descansar los efectos del LSD se fueron sin dejarme siquiera un dolor de cabeza. Fue hermoso.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 8463

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 22, 2004	Views: 1,981

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Mystical Experiences (9), Multi-Day Experience (13), General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 400 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

Here is a good example and lesson on the dangers of drug interactions.

I arrived at T's house early in the evening. Her mother had asked me to housesit, as the house has been subject to previous burglaries. Other friends, R and P, came with me. R cooked some chicken soup, as i decided to consume four 100mg Zoloft tablets (I later learned from the PDR that in no circumstances should any patient take more than 200mg of Zoloft per day.) I am also not a depressed person. Shortly thereafter I took two hits of LSD, forgetting about the Zoloft. I do not recall my exact motives for taking Zoloft, and so much of it. In about 20 minutes, I quickly felt the acid hit and was unable to eat any chicken soup, though I enjoyed standing next to the pot and smelling it. I was experiencing a rather pronounced case of synesthesia, as all of my senses seemed to be rather pronounced and indistinguishable from others. Primarily, I felt smells and associated them with warmth. I left the kitchen in order to take a shower, and began to feel extremely intoxicated, and not feeling quite so well.

I attributed it to not being near the pleasant smell of chicken soup, and being in a bright bathroom. I was able to take a shower, though I had to constantly tell myself to remain calm, since I was starting to have rather strong visual and audio hallucinations, and my mind was racing and overflowing with senseless thoughts. Upon leaving the bathroom, I laid down in a bedroom and listened to DJ Spooky's album Songs of a Dead Dreamer, which somehow invoked terror in me. At this point, I was no longer able to think in English, but all my thoughts either manifested in a weird musical language or in some horrible gibberish. I began to get feelings that everyone hated me. I was not too concerned, and just figured the acid wasn't all that great, however it was much stronger than I had expected, or at least others having taken the same stuff told me it was sort of weak. I later learned that Zoloft works by increasing serotonin levels, while LSD, amongst other things, depresses them. This must have led to an intensification of LSD's effects, as well as some other bad interactions. Looking for some encouragement, I went into the living room where everyone was watching The Jungle Book movie and smoking weed.

I felt a bit better, since it's a pretty much happy movie, and it boosted my spirits. At this point I believe things turned for the worse, since I am not sure of the exact course of events, but at some point I was unable to properly focus my eyes or see anything but a blend of colors and sounds. I somehow sensed that I was beginning to vomit, and i looked for a place to vomit, but could find none, eventually finding a toilet. I'm not sure how I found the bathroom, since I couldn't really see properly, but I found it all right. Anticipating future vomiting, I sat on a picnic table outside. People were concerned, so they came outside, brought me water and asked if I was ok. I couldn't really speak, but I drank some fluids, then vomited some more. In a bit, P suggested I go on a walk with him, to speed things up and ease the scattered thoughts. This helped, but I began to feel a feeling of rather intense sickness spread over my body. I thought that I might have food poisoning, and was convinced of the fact for quite some time.

I came back to the house, and said I felt better, but then I felt much worse. R and T went to buy cigarettes, though I didn't want them to leave, thinking I might need to go to the hospital for food poisoning. I had eaten some old chicken earlier in the day, so this wasn't really a bad hypothesis. After they left I realized I would have to keep myself from passing out or dying until they got back, so this improved my mood, and I quit worrying about dying. A short few minutes later, I once again lost focus in my eyes, and began staggering about and trembling rather severely. I felt very hot and sweaty and took my shirt off. My vision became a total blackout in a bit, and i hunched over, but did not fall on the ground, fearing i might not get up. I lost consciousness for a brief second, then found myself still standing, but sweating so profusely that it was dripping off of my body very quickly. I felt very sick and weak, and P suggested I sit down, which I hadn't considered before. I laid on the hood of a car and let sweat evaporate. It felt very good and I was thankful for my body's natural cooling system. R and T came back, and I informed them that I would not die, and that I would be fine as long as I kept my morale up. I felt this information to be important.

After a while I felt very cold, then went inside to take a shower to warm myself up. Once I was in the shower I realized that heat would be transferred to my body by the hot water much slower than it would be released by the water evaporating from my skin. By the time I realized this I was very cold, shivering uncontrollable, and felt gripped by hypothermia. At this time I was still tripping as hard as ever, so this did not improve things at all. I put clothes on, then jumped into a bed and bundled up, but I was unable to recover my body warmth, even though P and R had put all the blankets in the house over me. I began to lose consciousness and feel myself sink into a coma or something of the sorts where I had foreign and reptilian thoughts. I snapped out of it and looked up at friends for help. R decided she would lie in the bed with me for a while. After a few minutes of this, I was still very cold, but did not feel myself on the verge of losing consciousness, then was glad again for not dying. After a while I felt warm again. I kept drinking fluids and lying down, but realized my body had become very weak, and my jaw ached from shivering so much.

After a while, I became very hot and realized I had somewhat of a fever. Being so weak, it was a great chore to stand up and walk to the bathroom, which I had to do a couple of times. The LSD had worn down some, but I still had terrifying closed eye visuals whenever I tried to rest my eyes. It was also difficult to lift water to my lips to drink. I began to think of the luxuries a hospital could afford me, but decided against it, since it would be so expensive. P brought me some broth and water for the protein and fluids, as well as some tylenol for the fever. I had become delirious and noticed myself mumbling and growling in attempts to ward off the sickness. After a while I felt I could safely fall asleep and rest and remain breathing. I had trouble breathing the whole night, and often found myself taking huge breaths and gasping to get more and more oxygen in.

An annoyance was that I was unable to sleep due to the acid. What bad luck. I had noticed R was vomiting in the bathroom earlier, and I met her in the hallway for some reason, and she said she also felt very sick, and I realized it was the Zoloft making us sick, since she had taken 300mg herself. Acid having almost worn away, and confident I would not die if i fell asleep, I got a good six or seven hours of sleep. I woke up in the morning feeling burnt out, weak and sick, but I was extremely glad not to be dead. T later made me a little card that said 'Best Housesitter Ever.' What I learned: Zoloft is worse than I thought. I had actually thought of taking a lot more, say seven or eight pills, but for some reason decided against it. I'm quite sure I'd be dead if I did. Maybe this story can discourage someone from overdosing on Zoloft while tripping. Peace.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 8134

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 28, 2004	Views: 30,897

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Pharms - Sertraline (88), LSD (2) : Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Four or five of us were skipping school and hanging out at a favorite local tripping spot, a small woodsey area at the base of a hill on a local semi-private golf course.  It was a weekday morning on a warm spring day and the course wasn't open.  We were all peaking pretty good, joking and strumming guitars, just goofing around.  But we were kinda quiet, too; we were not suppose to be on the golf course and we didn't want to be confronted and shooed away by the groundskeeper.  Suddenly we noticed a young man, maybe late-20s, about 75 yards away, walking past us from our right to left.  He was white, sandy hair, casual dressed with a light jacket and was toting a green fabric daypack.  We really quieted down, but he didn't glance over, he just kept marching along right down a fareway.  When he got directly in front of us he suddenly made a 90 degree turn and without missing a step he started walking directly toward us.

I must emphasize that in making the turn, he did a fast half-twist in mid-stride, very amplified, sort of like player in a marching band, and it was in extreme contrast to the normalcy of his gait.  Also, we had been watching him walk for at least two minutes before he turned toward us, and when he did turn, he created a right angle with his new direction.  This seemed significant, too, probably because he wasted many steps by not turning in our direction earlier.  Again, he had not once looked directly at us from the moment we noticed him.  Nor did he look at us even once while he walked that 75 yards straight toward our suddenly silent group.  He was looking down at the ground in front of him the whole time.  As he approached the last 10 yards, he had to walk down and back up a small dry conctrete creek bed.  Two steps out of the creek bed and right in front of our group he stopped and raised his head.  He looked slowly around our group, and softly said....

'Acid tears holes in the fabric that seperates this and the next world.  If you're not careful you can get caught on the other side.'

Then he turned around, walked directly away from us for about 75 yards, made a perfect 90 degree turn to the left and resumed on his initial way.  While he was doing that walk away, we sat stunned, giggling and freaked out.  It wasn't till he was out of sight that we lost it, all started talking at once and rolled around with the wierdness of it all.

It's now 20+ years later, and my friends and I will all still swear this is a true story.  I told it a while back to a shaman who simply said, 'It was a spirit sent to warn you about fooling around with LSD.'  I also learned, years later, that in those days, one of our group, John, had been taking 4 hits of acid for every single hit the rest of us took.   I think I did 2 hits that day, so John may have done 6-8 hits.  John kept his habits extreme, and a few years later he REALLY totally fucked up his life with cocaine, so maybe he was the intended audience.  I don't have a reason for the story, it just happened.

Exp Year: 1979	ExpID: 9880

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 6, 2004	Views: 7,372

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