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

		   T+ 0:30
		 2 capsls
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

New Years was to be a big celebration for a group of my friends and I. Friends from hours away were coming into town to celebrate. We were all very excited and had been waiting for this for a couple months. Everyone was planning on rolling, everyone of us has done it before and most of us had rolled together. Some people were planning on taking acid with their ecstasy as well. I had never candy flipped or done acid but decided a week before the party that I would like to try. Many of my friends had done acid and had candy flipped so I knew a bit of what to expect by asking them questions and from reading about experiences online.

So New Year's Eve we get to our friends house around 7:00-7:30 to set up. The areas where we all hung out were all on one floor of the house. The main room (which was the living room) had a large couch and the floor had been cleared for dancing and my friend had set up his computer and very large speakers to keep the rave alive. Off of the mainroom was a hallway where two bedrooms branched off, a 'chill room' which was a dark room with more couches and windows open so we could cool off, and of course there was a bathroom. The bathroom door had a mirror hanging on the door which reflected back to you the hallway (more about that later).

After setting up and everyone meeting, our friends had brought three of their friends down with them to celebrate and more people had joined the party, we all decided to get to the drugs! Some people took their x and acid at the same time, while others and myself took our acid and waited about a half hour. I sat one tab of acid under my tongue and let it dissolve for maybe ten minutes, didn't really know what to do so I had to keep asking when the appropriate time was to swallow. Besides being very excited I didn't really begin to feel the effect of the acid. Some people mentioned their stomachs hurting, but nothing negative. After 30 minutes we took our rolls, I double dropped molly which had been put into capsules.

The next couple hours, not really sure of the time frame, is a very big blur. After doing our rolls the lights went out, we put on music people got out their rave toys. I just sat on the couch, feeling very light. I watched as people danced, spun glowsticks and poi balls. The colors were brilliant! Everything was melting together, I could do nothing but lay on the couch feeling like a puddle. Everything seemed one dimensional to me, people were walking around in the same space as the people spinning poi and I couldn't understand how they weren't getting hit, it all looked to be one plane.

We were all rolling very hard. We all hugged and were rubbing on each other. I remember laying on the couch sitting on people and having them just squeezing me, it was fantastic. One of the best rolls I've had. I couldn't really tell which drug was doing what though. I've rolled many times before and my eyes usually get really shaky and I'll see spots that dissolve. My vision was very shaky everyone looked like they were in the cartoon Dr. Katz, their outline wobbled. In the dark I kept feeling like couches were people and vice versa, I had to use glowsticks to help me look at things.

All I remember really is dancing a lot; my friend put together a humungous mix of a bunch of dance music. Everyone was singing dancing, hugging, kissing, the usual at a rave. I did wonder about the house aimlessly for a bit, although I had seen all of the rooms when I was sober I felt like I was rediscovering the house at this point in time. I think some of the reason for the curiosity had to do with the fact that more people had joined the party and I just kept wondering what everyone was doing. I remember standing in the hallway and just peaking into every room. One room contained our friend's little brother's friends some of whom were sober. I kept peaking in, standing and telling them sorry if I was freaking them out and wondered away once again probably to go dance.

My friend included a count down on his mix which hadn't started yet, but someone there had been looking at a watch and we all counted down whooping dancing and kissing as we began the new year. Ten minutes later the count down started on the mix and even though we had already rung in the new year we did it once again. Everyone was bonding at this point, it was like we had all known each other for a looong time. Everyone looked beautiful and I just kept kissing and hugging my friends.

Now I'm not really sure what time this was, maybe an hour or two after midnight, the molly started to wear off. And it didn't just wear off, I was rolling balls one minute and then the next I was just sitting there left with the acid. I felt really weird, I hadn't expected this feeling at all. When reading people's accounts about acid and candy flipping most people seem to have a very personal experience. They think about the universe and what part we play into it. I did not have any of these thoughts, I felt really paranoid and suspicious of everyone.

I sat down on the floor and began to watch everyone, they were all still rolling! I could not understand how they felt this awesome. I was still experiencing visuals, colors and the general picture of everything was bleeding together. But everyone just looked sooo weird to me.

My best friend, who I've known my entire life was still rolling very hard. I kept watching her, chomping her gum, writhing around, rubbing the couch and floor, she kept exclaiming, 'oh god!' she looked absolutely insane to me. I couldn't believe that I had been doing the same thing that everyone else was only minutes before. I went to the restroom, the door which you had to kind of force open normally because it gets stuck in the jam would not open for me! I kept feeling like people were messing with me, I thought someone was in the bathroom holding the door closed. I stared at the mirror for minutes, it reflected the hall and the doorways back to me. It was very trippy to watch myself and what was going on behind me. Eventually I had my friend come get the door open for me. Once inside I turned the lights on, what a mistake. My hair was very crazy from sweating and writhing around, my eyes were the size of dinner plates, I could see every single pore in my face. I was disgusted, I washed my face and tried to cool off which was somewhat soothing. Deciding that I couldn't make myself look any better I joined everyone back in the main room.

I sat and watched again... Everyone's eyes were flicking around, they couldn't focus on anything, they were all chomping their gum chewing their lips. I couldn't handle it, I thought everyone looked nuts, I had to leave the room. I went into one of the bedrooms where two of my friends were laying down, they were just rolling but had done acid before. They helped to talk me down and helped explain the odd feelings I was having. After maybe fifteen minutes they helped me to realize that I was fine and that nothing unusual was happening.

I went back into the main room, some people took more molly as they felt their first dose begin to wear off. I decided not to, I always find that it's not as good as the first initial roll so I just sat on the floor still watching everyone but in a little better mood. I did look over and notice my friend (D) was doing the same thing I was. I watched him a little bit and he seemed to feel the same way I did. People kept coming up to ask us if we were okay, tried giving us light shows. After sitting for a little bit we started talking realizing we both felt exactly the same and were seeing the same weird stuff. We wandered the house for a bit again and made our way to the couch, where we sat/laid together.

We began to joke around and kind of came into our own little bubble. I was able to enjoy the acid and at times it seems like my roll would kick back in, or it may have been the acid, I'm not quite sure. But I would feel good physically again, laying and hugging and melting together was wonderful. We sat on the couch yelling at people telling them to dance or to spin their glowsticks/poi balls for us. We were laughing non-stop and just making everyone entertain us. I felt like we were in our own bubble on that couch and that everyone just floated into our area just there for us to watch and laugh at.

I was enjoying my night again. The rest of the night and into the morning I spent on a mattress on the floor of the chill room. I laid between D and another guy (A) making it awkward for the three of us with my awkward conversation. I just wanted to kiss both of them and since I wasn't still rolling it was hard to approach them about it. Though I did end up flopping back and forth to kiss them both, albeit awkwardly. We also laid and talked, mostly about random things, other times doing drugs, and our night thus far. A eventually left and D and I slept for a couple hours. That morning (New Years Day) we laid and talked while people left, at about 2 we rejoined our group of friends which was maybe 6 people in the main room. We relaxed some more and talked. I wasn't feeling too bad. Usually after I roll, I feel horrid. Like a zombie, I was tired but not at all like I usually feel, so I was happy.

I did have to drive home though at around 5 p.m. My drive home takes about an hour and twenty minutes. Once I started driving, the sun was going down, I realized that I was still being effected by the acid. I missed my exit onto the highway, not even realizing it until 20 minutes later when I suddenly snapped out of my daze and noticed that I had just been driving aimlessly. I turned around and got onto the highway, peoples tail lights were twice the size normal, looking like two red glowing eyes on the backs of cars. The horizon and tree wriggled all around. Concentrating was exhausting.

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

I got home and took a nap before having to go to work in a few hours at 12 am that night, by then I was feeling okay still tired and a bit drained though.

Overall I would say my experience with candy flipping was positive. While I was rolling, I felt absolutely amazing. It was intense and beautiful and I would definitely do it again. But I would definitely like to try acid on its own, with maybe just a couple friends. I would like to know exactly what effect the acid has on me and be in a more comfortable relaxed non-party atmosphere upon trying it.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 83140

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Nov 25, 2013	Views: 17,739

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Multi-Day Experience (13), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 0.5 hits

		 LSD

		 6 hits
		 vaporized
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

It all started one night, I was alone in my house in San Diego. It was 2 AM, but I wasn't tired or sleepy. So I decided to watch a movie, and what better way to enhance movie watching than a vaporizer and weed? I took a few hits, then took a few more. Very soon I was completely baked and dousing myself in a world of interesting and trippy thoughts. It was very enjoyable. And then, suddenly, out of nowhere, it hit me.

The image of a circle appeared in front of me. It was the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life. It was immediately followed by a feeling of certain understanding of the workings of the universe. I felt absolutely disgusted; I wish I photographed my expression at the moment. Within the circle I saw the true meaning of time, eternity, and the horrifying, cyclical nature of the universe. My jaw dropped, my eyes were filled with terror, and I was completely motionless. I contemplated suicide.

A period of time passes (I'm not exactly sure how long, I had lost track of time) and I had calmed down slightly, but still had the horrifying ideas (which I will go into in a bit) in my head. I looked back at the movie that was playing, but simply could not appreciate the film whatsoever; every time I focused on the movie, I would notice how fake everything is, and that societal values are illusions constructed from human evolution. I tried to force myself to sleep, in desperate hopes that I would forget everything. I did...

...until a month later. Myself and a friend of mine decided to take half a dose of LSD one evening. Neither of us hallucinated or anything, but probably because we didn't take a full dose and LSD requires a certain threshold to actually work. Anyhow, it was a fun experience that lasted until ~3 AM. He went to bed, and I decided to take out my vape and smoke some weed. I went back into my room and took out my laptop, in preparation to read about Plato (I had been very interested in Greek philosophy). After maybe 5 minutes or so, the haunted thoughts I had experienced a month ago mysteriously returned to me. It was traumatizing.

I imagined that the human race, like all previous organisms, would destroy itself eventually. Culture constantly pressures competition, and the desires for greed and uniqueness would eventually cause world wide depression, and then insanity. The worst part of it all is, such a fate would recur over and over, from an eternity, to an eternity. I understood why I was so terrified of the circle. It represented the universe, and the idea of eternal recurrence, which is the idea that the universe is stuck in an endless loop, has always been, and will always be. It was originally popularized by Friedrich Nietzsche.

Basically, eternal recurrence logically made sense, because, given a finite amount of constantly rearranging matter, and an endless amount of time, the matter would eventually be arranged in every possible configuration, an infinite number of times. Eternal recurrence implies that humans have existed countless times before in the past, and will exist countless times again in the future, once it inevitably destroys itself.

Imagine a sphere, and a line that travels around the sphere randomly, and infinitely. Would it not cross every path, make every turn, and arrive at every point an infinite number of times?

As I mentioned earlier, Friedrich Nietzsche was the original 'father' of this theory. He wrote several books on eternal recurrence, but simply reading a lengthened summary of Thus Spoke Zarathustra made me rather nervous. I won't go into detail but basically, Nietzsche believes that humanity is only a step in a pre-designed evolutionary chain. He thinks that once humans truly grasp the undeniable concept of eternal return, the vast majority of them will shrivel away in depression and insanity. True understanding of eternal return will become the evolutionary factor deciding the next step of where life goes. Nietzsche calls the next step the Overman, which is an advanced version of the modern man that is able to not only accept, but embrace the idea of eternal return, and embrace the fact that every hour, every minute, every second, every one-millionth of a second, in the long run, will last an eternity. Every possible outcome of a person's life, of humanity, and of the universe will last an eternity.

Reading about Nietzsche's philosophy was very disturbing for me, because prior to this I had never thought about the universe this way before. I was alone, and the visions that came to me seemed external; I had never really studied philosophy or the idea of eternal return. Nietzsche said to truly grasp eternal return would, to any human being, 'horrifying and paralzying' and says that 'its burden is the heaviest weight imaginable.' I seemed to have felt the exact same way.

Anyway, after witnessing these ideas in my head, I began repeating to myself the phrase 'Constantly forced to destroy themselves.' By themselves, I meant life in every form--cells which gave rise to animals, which gave rise to humans, which will give rise to the Overman. Each one is destined to meet its maker and perish, and the cycle will repeat endlessly. I probably repeated this phrase over and over for an hour or so. By now it was probably 6 or 7 AM, and I still couldn't get myself to sleep. I tried watching TV shows to take my mind off of it, but to no avail. My brain was so traumatized by what it had seen, it simply refused to leave it alone. For a while, I thought maybe I would be stuck in that miserable state forever.

My insomnia lasted till the next day. I was so depressed the next day, I didn't talk to anyone. I just sat in my room contemplating eternity and the eternal apocalypse. My roommates tried to cheer me up with video games, but I just didn't have the stomach for it. I also didn't have the stomach for food. I ended up not eating for over 30, and not sleeping for over 50 hours.

I'm currently fairly recovered from that trauma. I've been able to reconnect with friends and family, but I still feel a looming uncertainty in my head at all times, haunting me. It was the scariest experience of my life, but what's more disturbing to me, is that the ideas seemed simply undeniable.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 83238

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Nov 27, 2013	Views: 5,246

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Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Hangover / Days After (46), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 35 mg
		 oral
		 Methoxetamine

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 mg
		 sublingual
		 25I-NBOMe
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:00
		 150 ug
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 10:30
		 2 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Clonazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Precursor: I have used many substances multiple times and in varying doses in the past, including: LSD, mushrooms, various 2C-X, ketamine, MXE, MDMA, methylone, opioids, amphetamines, and DMT (once).

I am not trying to write an intricately detailed trip report. Rather than give a minute-to-minute report, I will touch on main points and feelings.

Setting + Mindset: It was early evening after I had come home from work (I live in a house with my mother and a younger sister). I currently work in retail, which I am quite unhappy with based on pay/hours/customer service. I was tired and in relatively low mood after just completing an 8-day work shift.

Preparation: None. I hadn't eaten anything for at least 24hrs prior.

T: 0:00:  At about 6pm, I ingested an oral dose of MXE. Speculating is irresponsible, and I did not measure, however based on past measurements and how much material I had left, it was between 25-40mg. I laid down in my darkened bedroom for a couple of hours, mostly resting and having mild introspection about my job and my future.

T+ 2:00:  I was mostly down/had small lingering effects from the MXE when I decided to dose 2 blotters; 1mg of 25i and 150ug of LSD; sublingually and simultaneously.

Effects:

After about 25 minutes, I started to feel the come up. During the come up, which lasted approximately 30-40 minutes, I had very strong sexual feelings. For the sake of good taste I will not be too graphic, but during the come-up, sex &amp; videos on my TV was all I was focused on. After I was able to climax, sex didn't enter my mind for the rest of the experience.

During the come-up, I also noticed very strong waves in my peripheral vision. Colors on my large plasma television were greatly intensified. I was able to put on some episodes of the cartoon Archer, as I sometimes like viewing animation during psychedelic trips.

Strangely, when I was watching the television, the videos remained in focus, however when looking around, the strength of the waves in my vision made it hard to recognize my room. Colors were very intense and bright. I also experienced frequent small, bright specks/flashes of light in my vision without any source.

At times, the visuals became overwhelming and I felt exhausted, so I laid spread-eagle on my floor with my eyes closed. I felt like I was able to move, however I just laid still for 30+ minutes. There were some CEVs; some strong but not quite as intense as what I've previously experienced on high doses of mushrooms. However, I had stimulating full-body sensations, and at certain points, I felt as if I was no longer in my body. This feeling would go away whenever I opened my eyes.

I eventually decided to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Stopping in the bathroom to look in the mirror was a very strange experience. At this point, my vision was one big wave. I recognized myself as a person, but not quite as me. I also had 2-3 second tracers, where I would move something or wave my arm, and then see the same motion happen again seconds later.

I did manage to grab some food from the kitchen, but it was quite difficult to eat without making a mess considering my hand-eye coordination was so heavily compromised. When closing my eyes so as to not focus on the visuals, it seemed my sense of touch, taste, and hearing were relatively normal.

I had some of what was left over from a grocery store rotisserie chicken, and when I stopped to look at some of the remains rather than just feeling and eating by touch, the remains appeared to grow in front of me and form some new living creature.

T+ 6:00: I noticed a clock in my kitchen; it was 3.5 hours since I ingested the 25i and LSD. I decided I would go outside to see what it would be like. Stepping out my backdoor onto a small open patio, I became disoriented. Everything was a wavy blur, and I would think I'd take 2 steps, but yet looking back at the door, it seemed as if I was 15 feet away. Looking over towards a neighbors' house, they had a floodlight on. It seemed as if it was a fast moving, undulating lighthouse, with the lights' brightness and motion constantly shifting and flowing over the grass and trees.

One aspect that I was surprised with during this whole experience was my headspace; I never felt euphoric, anxious, or scared. I just thought of how our personal perception as humans is our own personal reality; two small substances was enough to completely change how light effected my eyes and how/what I was seeing, and I thought of what reality could actually be like, or even if there really is one true reality, when not viewed through human perception.

T+ 8:00: I felt as if I had come down even though I still had moderate OEVs; this was just in comparison to the spectacular visuals I had earlier. At this time, I laid in bed and spent some time viewing different desktop backgrounds from my computer on my television. They were still much more colorful than normal, and still undulating as if they were animated.

T+ 8:30: I turned off my equipment and tried to sleep. I'm usually completely down from 25i after about 6 hours, but I still had some CEVs and strange thoughts occurring, which I believe was from the LSD. One interesting aspect that occurred is that I would often think of a huge range of auditory notes, ranging from lows to highs in strange orders, without actually hearing them from any external source.

T+ 10:30: At 4:30 am, approximately 8 hrs after the 25i/LSD ingestion, I took 2mg of klonopin to help me sleep.

Overall, I have never had a stronger visual experience on any other drug or combination of drugs. Interestingly, my headspace remained relatively calm and neutral throughout the entire experience, with almost no deep emotional introspection. There appears to be a huge synergy between 25i and LSD, and I believe the MXE beforehand played a role in the experience. I have had no after effect from the experience, aside from feeling lethargic the next day, most likely due to the large clonazepam dose.

I wouldn't suggest this combination except that I already had experience with and knew how I react to different doses of 25i, LSD, and MXE beforehand. Otherwise, this could have been a very difficult experience.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 100656

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Nov 28, 2013	Views: 7,816

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LSD (2), Methoxetamine (527), 25I-NBOMe (542), OBE (332) : Combinations (3), Hangover / Days After (46), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits

		 LSD

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Author's Note

It should be noted that several stages overlapped and intertwined, and this should not be seen as a strict chronological ordering of the events, nor should a described 'stage' be seen as an exclusive event unaffected or unrelated to the other 'stages.' While certain periods of the trip were marked by specific characteristics, short-term memory was heavily affected for the majority of the trip (though the trip as a whole remains very clear in my mind). Restlessness and an inability to concentrate were also constant symptoms. The initial stages were marked by intense excitement and energy, while the later stages tended to be more clear-headed and somber as they tapered out into sobriety.

Ingestion

I, along with seven others, ingested the acid around midnight. I took two hits, which it turns out was likely overkill, as those who took a single hit appeared to experience effects nearly identical in nature and intensity. I ingested the acid by chewing the two pieces of blotter paper thoroughly before swallowing.

Emotional And Psychological Effects:

Euphoria: The initial effect, felt about an hour or so after ingestion, is a strong euphoria, and I find that I'm much more prone to giggling than usual. An individual who took a single hit reported no noticeable effects at this point, while I and another who had two hits make eye contact and instantly giggle.

Fizzling Out: The next stage was characterized by moments of clear-headed sobriety and clear speech that quickly dissolved (within several minutes, perhaps no more than a minute) into illogical thoughts and mindless babble, which I described as 'waves of feeling like a 4-year old.' While this retrogression was at first unavoidable, we later found that, with intense concentration, we were able to maintain the clear-minded state for much longer. We were eventually able to maintain this state indefinitely, save for occasional explosions of excitement that caused us to momentarily revert to an illogical state.

Collective Emotions: The first few hours of the trip were characterized by intense excitement. While the ego persisted, emotions were shared at the group level. Conversations filled with fits of laughter grew in intensity until they peaked, and an 'excitement explosion' occurred, which I likened to a 'joy grenade', as these eruptions cause so much excitement that the group instantly scattered, as if a grenade had been thrown in the center of our group. After such an explosion, it was extremely difficult to recall the cause of all the excitement, and it was as if we rebooted. Triggers for these explosions included a metal tub we had been joking about falling from the wall, and me jumping atop a chair during a conversation. This pure emotional empathy was also noticeable as I traveled between smaller groups, feeling myself drawn in to the given emotion of that group, be it the somber and depressing mood of a friend who was struck with the meaninglessness of existence, or the tranquility felt by those listening to Marley in a room with the lights off.

A Very Long Conversation About Nothing: This stage was characterized by a feeling similar to having something on the tip of one's tongue. Instead of searching for a word we understood but could not vocalize, we were wracking our brains in an attempt to complete the statement 'acid is...' Another accurate analogy is trying to solve a puzzle. Due to the destruction of our short-term memory, as well as the wide range of experiences evidenced by this writing, we were never able to come to a conclusion. This search seemed to be the focus of our conversations for some time, and the end result was a very long conversation about nothing. It may well be that the acid simply created a mental clog that we were trying to work our way around, and there was no real question or solution.

Communication Breakdown: We realized the unimportance of the topic and content of our conversations, and understood conversation as a much more basic and primal thing, existing to build social bonds between hairless apes. As I stood watching the other members of the group interact with one another, their words faded out and I felt like a scientist watching monkeys, who chattered to one another because they are wired to be social mammals (it was also quite evident who the talkative 'leader' types were, and who preferred to listen). I simplified the feeling as 'I am a human. Interacting', the analogy being simple robots using the simple command prompt 'interact' with one another. During this stage we would often begin sentences, realize the irrelevance of what we had planned to say, and trail off into 'blah blah blah'- or 'yadda yadda'-type vocalizations. Interestingly, the other members understood, and treated the sentences as if nothing were amiss.

Hivemind: While we had previously experienced emotions shared by the group as a whole, it was not until later that the ego truly ceased, and the feeling of individuality was dramatically lessened. It was as if our brains, being closed circuits, had linked up and formed a continuum. I felt acid had reverted our minds to a more basic, pure state, unadulterated by the unimportant bits that describe an individual. I felt that our identity was now at the level of the group, rather than the individual, similar to how a colony of ants might be more accurately described as the basic entity, as opposed to any specific ant. When I found a cup of sweet tea in the kitchen, I realized I had personally not poured it, but felt as though I was but an extremity of a whole organism, and 'whose' tea it was was a nonsensical question, as 'we' had poured it and 'we' were consuming it. All this is not to say that we had reached complete ego death or lack of all individuality. For example, we retained our own personal musical interests, but due to the intense empathy we chose a very neutral music to listen to so as not to favor one's interests over another's. Due to this being my own subjective account, I cannot with complete certainty say that everyone felt as connected to one another as I did, so it is possible that their experience varied from mine, and the hivemind did not extend beyond my own.

The Marley Room: We turned off the lights and put on a Bob Marley &amp; The Wailers album in the den, effectively creating a separate world filled pleasant vibes and no worries. While in this room I felt as if I were truly living for the first time, as my mind was absent of thoughts not pertaining to the emotion and enjoyment of the present. Due to my inability to concentrate or stay immobile for very long, I traveled between this room and the rest of the house. However, when I moved to another room and spoke to those in other rooms, the euphoric vibes remained in the den (due to the external conditions in the room), and I returned to a somber state. I immediately forgot the room, had I not I would have immediately returned, but I was drawn in if passing by. Whenever I returned to the room it became evident that I would be living in the moment and riding the emotional waves around me regardless of where I was, and I could either choose to endure a somber, almost depressing state, or make the most of the present and enjoy the moment fully in our own paradise, removed from the rest of the world. As a note, we listened to the album repeatedly throughout the night, never changing the music.

Obsessed With Cleaning: While Marley was playing in the other room, I was often elsewhere in the house, intensely obsessed with cleaning. This is not to say that acid causes one to enter a cleaning frenzy, but that it amplified my latent worries and stress and, due also in part to the hyperactivity it could often create, caused me to become irrationally focused with keeping the house clean. This is because I was the host, my clean-freak father returning in a few days, and nine individuals in your house tripping on acid can create a bit of a mess, which I was eventually responsible for cleaning. The focus, dedication, and thoroughness with which I cleaned was quite similar to how Adderall or a similar amphetamine might cause me to compulsively clean, though I felt worry, stress, and responsibility as opposed to the enjoyment amphetamines give to this mundane task.

Beyond the very early stages, acid did not affect how clearly I was able to think, and I felt very much like myself. However, in the later stages this sober-mindedness was particularly keen, so much so that I even felt more sober and clear-headed than I feel when actually sober. I saw myself, life, those around me and their interactions in a very objective and unemotional way, far removed from the intense emotion felt at the beginning of the trip. I was a mammal who ingested a substance that affected the chemical pathways of my brain, producing novel affects. Life had no real meaning and our actions, decisions, and conversations were entirely unimportant, as were we, being strings of organic molecules. These were not necessarily negative things, they were simply objective observations that were not, and could not be, positive or negative. These were beliefs that I do actually hold, and though I had believed them before this trip, I had not fully realized or evaluated them. On a normal day, one often has much in their mind, mostly useless information and thoughts that clutter the brain while we run, to some degree, on autopilot. However, that night I felt as if the autopilot was off, my mind was crystal clear, and I saw the world around me in a much more objective and impersonal way. It should be noted that, as this was near the end of what I would define as the 'trip', it may be that it was not a true stage of the experience, but rather sobriety budding through the lingering effects of the acid. It should also be noted that I felt like an objective observer at other points in the night, points at which others were having a very emotionally-driven experience.

In Conjunction With Marijuana

Though we smoked many, many blunts throughout the night, the marijuana never caused me to feel any different than I had before we smoked. It was as though the acid trumped any effect the weed might have had, and thus the blunts were unable to produce any noticeable effect. This persisted well into the following day, long after the effects of the acid had last been felt. Interestingly, while another member was as unaffected by the marijuana as I was, several members were able to get high by noon the following day. The number of acid hits taken appeared to be unrelated to whether or not one could feel the effects of marijuana at this point. As a side note, unrelated to the combination of the two drugs but relevant to the effects of the acid, we expressed little concern over whose turn it was to hold the blunt, as well as a lack of concern over the ownership of the several bags of weed present at the house. Our attitudes toward this otherwise precious commodity can best be summed up as rather communist.

Visuals

Visual hallucinations were more minimal than expected, though I suspect I could have experienced more visuals had I tried. Most members of our party reported no visuals at all. I've found it's easiest to experience visuals in dimly-lit environments, as your mind has to do more guesswork with what exactly you're looking at. Other than some minor, standard growth/pulse type visuals (where objects and surfaces appear to be expanding, or moving towards/receding away) my hallucinations were limited to the following three experiences:

Dancing With The Christmas Tree: While staring at the strangely-lit Christmas tree, ornaments and limbs swayed heavily, as if affected by a strong breeze. I realized I could control how the tree contorted by bending my arms and body while standing in front of it, and likely made a fool of myself by dancing with a tree in my living room.

Tracing: While a friend spoke to me, he made various gestures with his arms. Every time his arms moved, I saw trails that traced the paths his arms had taken. These trails were so pronounced, constant, and distracting, that I asked him to keep his arms still while speaking, as frankly it was making me uncomfortable.

Paint Simmer: While sitting in the kitchen, I began to stare at a paint stain on my jeans. The stain began to contort, melt, and generally change size and shape. The effect was similar to mirage water on a hot roadway.

Physical Effects:

-dryness of the mouth

-tension in neck and shoulders

Some Notes from a First Time User:

-Our blotter paper wasn't a vibrantly-colored image of a cartoon character, but came on a standard note card.

-The effects weren't immediate, and took an hour or two to set in.

-Remaining in a comfortable place to trip once we took the acid was important. Tripping out behind the wheel of a car was something we were happy to avoid.

-Being cool on acid in public situations and around the general populace weren't as easy as I'd thought.

-We took it at midnight, stayed up through the night, and had obligations the next day that definitely were not as pleasant as sleep would have been.

-We were a bit compulsive with our smoking, and subsequently wasted a lot of weed that could have actually got us high on another day.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 83142

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Dec 15, 2013	Views: 4,240

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 0.5 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Tobacco

		 0.5 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

It all started out on a beautiful sunny morning in the fields and forests of a psychedelic festival somewhere in the middle of Europe. I woke up under our camp's shade structure next to the embers of yesterday’s bonfire wrapped in my blanket. I was warm and comfortable but felt fresh and awake from the cool morning breeze. I had decided last night that if I felt well rested I would shower, prepare well and take one blotter of LSD during the noon. Some of my favorite music would be playing later on the main stage and I got up immediately and started rolling two joints for availability during the trip, psyched about dancing and strolling about in the beautiful weather all day. Also, a lot of my new and old friends from camp would be taking MDMA that day, which made the whole idea seem even more attractive.

I rounded up some additional supplies and got in what I knew from last year's festival would be an ice cold jolt of a shower. I got through it and felt cool – both thermally and mentally – and relaxed as I put the blotter on my tongue outside the showers. I had bought the blotter yesterday from a woman who had dropped by our camp. She seemed experienced and her appearance was that of a genuine hippie, draped in turquoise sheets with braided and dreaded hair.  She also held some DMT which she offered to sell me but I decided the time and place was not right for that experience. As I was packing my bag outside the shower area, a very warm and friendly guy managed to convince me more or less instantaneously to buy a cup of coffee from him which I used to wash down the dissolved paper in my mouth. I walked slow-paced towards the main stage without a single worry in my mind ready for whatever the universe might offer.

At the main stage mellow progressive psy-trance was playing and lots of people were dancing in the open field enjoying the sun and the music. I could not find my friends from camp but after looking around for a few minutes, I found some German people I had met on the train on the way to the festival. I sat down and chatted with them for a while as the effects began to take hold. The conversation was mainly centered around how fantastic it was to be at the festival which was fine. But after some amount of time, I decided it felt more right to find my friends from camp. I left my bag with J and went looking.

On the dance floor people were beginning to take on a green and purple shade and a lizard like quality. I recognize it from the last and only acid trip I had had before – last year at the same festival – and felt comfortable with its presence. Suddenly someone pokes my shoulder. I turn around and can hardly believe my own eyes. It's K, a girl I camped with last year and also took acid with. I look at her for what seems like half a minute before I decide that it's actually her. She is wearing a blue scarf as a turban and orange shirt. We hug and I ask her what her plans are for the day. She says she's taken acid not too long ago. I tell her I just did the same and we agree on that being an extremely cool situation.

K is from a country near my own where they speak a language very similar to my own so I can understand everything she says which is very practical. The downside is it's not completely mutual. In fact, not at all. I thus spent a large portion of last year's festival speaking a freakish blend of my own language and hers. This put a bit of a dent in the chrome of our closeness of friendship bumper – whatever that means – but we still got along well after a while. All in all, it was really cool seeing her again. She currently was not living in her country of origin but in another European country from which she had brought friends to camp with. She took me to meet them and we exchanged some words before we all parted. I went to find the rest of my friends but could not locate them anywhere. I mingled chaotically for a while with the Germans and some random people from the dance floor before I bumped into K again. It felt comfortable hanging out with her as though she was sort of anchor-like in the trip. We decided to stick together for a while and we went to tell her friends. Afterwards we found the rest of my group which were struggling a bit with the beginning phase of MDMA.

We danced for a while before deciding it was time to get away from the dance floor. We started walking away from the main stage. We went past the toilets and towards the horizon. I asked if she knew where we were going and she said she didn't know. I suggested we were heading into the unknown for a cosmic adventure and that we definitely were heading the right way. She agreed with both the direction and theme and seemed as amused as I did.

We followed a long and sleek grassy field stretching wavingly into the distance. Along the field lay hay bales scattered randomly and well spread. Under the large blue enveloping sky, the landscape took on an unmistakable cosmic, planet in a solar system in a galaxy somewhere in space-quality. We talked about how we were out strolling on a planet in space in a giggly tone agreeing about our location. The lingual barrier was held in shock by juggling words and sentences in English and our own two languages.  Conversation was flowing better than last year. At least there were no 'Me saying a long sentence in my language, her smiling politely saying OK, me rephrasing in freaky-blend, her replying: Ahaaa..'-moments – which I kept waiting and waiting and waiting for.

Further into the field stood a single tree artistically placed to the side of the center. Some people were sitting under it and we pondered on joining them but decided not to as it felt more right to continue. We walked past it and K started telling me about the trip she had had with us last year. She had apparently had a paranoid and shitty time together with my other friend who was certain she was attempting to poison him with a banana which he refused to take more than a few bites from. She was also certain me and the others were having bad trips even though we were having the time of our lives basking in the sun like children of the universe in a ravishingly beautiful garden. I laughed hard at this and she seemed to find it funny as well. She explained to me she had always wanted to take a trip with someone from her own country so she could speak unconstrained with them. We figured this was the closest she would get. I guess the day of the poison banana didn't count. Also funny.

We got further and further away from the festival until there were no sounds but the orchestra of nature – the wind gently stroking the grass and the insects going about their business. It truly felt like a remote corner of the world and I suggested that if we reached the end of the field there would be some kind of never ending sea consisting of wheat or corn. Walking barefoot in the grass with our relaxing festival clothes also gave the experience of remoteness a 60's hippie-quality. The fact that we weren't going to go on to find out if our infinite cosmic sea would reveal itself to our hippie party of two. Instead we sat down uncomfortably for a while and made a ridiculously poor attempt at climbing a hill to the side of the field before deciding it was hot and time to smoke a joint and then go back. As we had a joint but no lighter we went back.

About half-way on the way back we came to the tree. From a distance there appeared to be no-one sitting there to our mild disappointment. But as we closed in on it the movement of an arm unveiled itself. A person was sitting there! We arrived at the tree and sat down. It was a guy in his 20s. I can no longer recall his name but he was slender and relaxed and not tripping at the moment. We borrowed his lighter and shared the pre-manufactured spliff I carried with me. The shade was cool and comforting and the branches arching over us touching the ground in front of us gave the sense of being entangled in nature. It was a good and true feeling.

As we sat there silently a small gray butterfly appeared in front of me and flapped around in a periodic pattern fearlessly near my body. I extended my finger and it landed gently on the tip of it. It was completely gray with two blue dots on it’s wings, had a long thin trunk and two large black eyes. It was something completely out of this world and truly marvelous to behold. It sat there for close to a minute before I turned my head to K and said: 'IT KNOWS.' She laughed and agreed. The butterfly flapped off and sat down again for another minute or so before it left permanently. I felt touched by nature and at peace with the world. We moved on.

Closing in on the festival, K explained she needed to attend the – insert funny alliteration word here. I said something like: The what? We figured out what she meant. It was the toilets. I fortunately only had to pee and was relieved I didn't have to lock myself in a small, clammy and blue cubic room scented with dung. I wished her an interesting experience. We parted and I climbed the hill near the toilets to relieve my bladder. Well up and partly hidden away I found myself having a lot of time to think. As my ray hit the ground I saw the light of the surrounding grass and their fibers connecting me to the mysterious conundrum of being in a loop that went back into it by means of my urine and how this all was resting in the cradle that is my mind. It was a wholesome experience and had me think of how I often end up finding solutions to math and various logic problems in school when performing this activity. One of those psychological-link moments LSD has to offer, I guess.

When I got back K and I laid down on the grass for a while on the hill I just came down from and looked at the sky. Concepts like time, self and soul were all weaved into the swirly hallucinations the clouds gave off. We looked at them for a 'long time' before I turned to K and said: 'So...you seeing those clouds?' She said: 'Yep', clearly approving of their immensity. Afterwards we went to the main stage and danced for a while in front of some garbage bags, moved, and then danced some more. K wanted to find her friends whom she was actually tripping with in the first place to confirm that they were ok with her just taking off leaving them in the absence of her company. She went off to find them, got the confirmation and came back. We went to get something to drink and afterwards go to the garden where the banana poisoning attempt had taken place last year.

In the line, we amused ourselves with contemplating what to buy. We decided unanimously that a peach ice tea and a beer would be in interesting combo. I was given the task of ordering. I fumbled and couldn't get any contact with the staff behind the counter. K sarcastically: 'Well, this isn’t going very well, is it?' I laughed and jumped eagerly at the challenge. I acquired the goods and said: 'Pft, no prob.' The beer was, to say the least bubbly. I had expected drinking beer while on acid to be more like seeping the juice running from overfilled garbage bags but this was really something! The first thought that came to mind was a Japanese beer commercial with extremely exaggerated lights of a guy surfing on a wave of beer in a cartoon-like fashion winking after killing the beer wave with his surfboard. Fresh, bubbly and full of light and life. I explained this to K. She seemed to understand what I meant. We were still in the same world, place, surroundings – call it what you want – where you only have to wink to communicate the most complex notions of experience. We sat down in the wrong place for a while and then headed for the garden.

At the garden we looked for the right place to sit down. And found a wooden structure made of branches and trunks that looked like a boat flipped upside down. I fished out a pre-rolled joint and didn't light it as I had no lighter. I asked a group of people sitting a few meters away if they had a light. They were eating. Really, really eating. One of the guys was clearly attempting to merge with all existing matter by means of his mouth. I explained my perplexity towards them with the fact that they were really eating. They didn't seem to catch on so I went back and sat down with K to share the joint.

After smoking it we found a little swing attached to a tree which I sat down on. The sun was shining idyllically through the trees like sunlight only shines while you're on acid. I swung back and forth. We made funny faces at each other, filling our cheeks with air, doing weird moves with our eyebrows. The works. It was amusing as fuck. The hallucinations were a bit more intense than before and objects were shrinking and growing at the same time, differently and on all scales. The only good comparison is how the road grows when the black knights close in on Frodo in the first Lord of The Rings movie. It was like the ultimate funny face-off thinking back at it now, but at the moment it was just free, unhindered fun. I peeked at K with a clever look as though I had just had a great idea about what to do next while climbing off the swing – which I had. I sat down right in front of her continuing the funny face-off which was now of course more intense. She did a face where she appeared to be saying hello with her eyes. I noticed how beautiful she was sitting there in the middle of the world we were destined to live in. A world weaved by minds unfolding themselves into nature bringing itself to send me into my life into this very moment of experience in the middle of whatever is out there. A moment of pure and lighthearted face-making fun with a beautiful and cool person. The massiveness of how simple beauty can be shot through me like only that experience could and I couldn't hold my tears back. I cried and laughed at the same time. K started crying and laughing too and said: 'Noo! Why are you crying? Now I've started crying too!' It didn't feel like it needed and explanation at the time. I also decided not to give her the slightest idea that I was hitting on her by telling her she had taken on the role of human incarnation of beauty, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. Thinking back on it now it seems absurd. She would probably just have been flattered, but that's not how I think when I'm tripping. Scenarios tend to appear in causal chains of three or more parts. Often ten, relating back to my childhood in a train of thought capable of gathering a substantial amount of convincing cosmic momentum.

After the most emotional moment of my life, or before, whichever it was, hard to remember when beauty bends time and space, two naked children, a boy and a girl, playing in the sunlight came up to the swing. The sun was shining on their bodies and they looked absolutely unreal. There is no word to describe how I felt observing the boy trying to explain something to the girl in gibberish baby language and rapid child like body language that hadn't been fine tuned over the years like the motoric system of an adult. I made an attempt anyway and said to K after they had left: 'Well, there's only one word for that – break – WOW.' 'Yeah. That was the right word', she chuckled.

We got up, left the garden and went back to the main stage where I rolled a terrible joint. We smoked it, hugged, and parted. I won't be forgetting that day anytime soon.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 92563

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Dec 31, 2013	Views: 3,672

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Nature / Outdoors (23), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

My friend and I ingested two tabs of acid each while waiting for the bus. The bus came about 5 minutes later. About 10 minutes into our trip, everything started to seem strange and my teeth began feeling like they didn’t belong in my mouth. 15 minutes into our trip, still on the bus, people’s faces maintained their shapes and colors but I was much less afraid to look at people and began to try to figure them out based solely on their actions, dress, and posture.

At this point, about 20 minutes in, the world was taking on another dimension. I was far more aware of people’s actions and motives than I’d ever been. I noticed every look, every gesture. Many faces seemed distracted. I felt more able than ever to detect emotion. Fear was prevalent. The urban atmosphere took on an ugly, gas stained look. The sidewalk seemed dirtier than ever.

One man passed me. He had yellow, sallow skin with strange blue eyes and fanged teeth. His bizarre appearance almost made me wonder if he was a vampire but I quickly dismissed the idea and kept walking.

My friend and I finally went into an art museum that we’d planned to visit for some time. We went inside, paid our money and wandered into a gallery. At this point, it was as if I had entered an alternate dimension. Every surface moved and shifted and as I walked into the gallery it was as if I was walking into a liquid room.

First, we stood in front of some 300-400 year old Italian drawings done in an intricate crosshatching pattern. They came alive on paper and suddenly shapes hidden within the crosshatching were apparent. The arms of the figures moved as did the heads. It was bizarre and striking. The intensity and passion of the drawings were much more easily felt. I suddenly realized that the intricate style of crosshatching displayed was, sadly, a lost art.

We walked over to a series of woodcuts done by a Japanese artist who captured the ocean’s waves almost perfectly. It was hard to tell for a while that the woodcuts were not pictures. Interestingly, these waves did not move or undulate as the Italian paintings did.

Next up were psychedelic stripes and patterns drawn in a large scale on the walls of a particular gallery. I was entranced and mesmerized by the lines, which took on a three-dimensional quality and lured me almost face first into the wall.

By the time we had seen all of that, we found that the museum security was watching us and had even sent an undercover officer to spy on us. I’m sure that we seemed strange. My friend’s nose has a tendency to sweat while he’s on acid, and both of our pupils were dilated.

We left quickly and went back out into the streets to take a bus to the beach. More than ever before, the city seemed like a large cage with nowhere to go without people. People and their presence was restricting and maddening.

The next four hours or so were spent having conversations on a long beachfront walk. I found out many things- that the universe makes no sense. That life is meaningless. That trees and people and animals and everything follow a unique fractal pattern. That people’s personalities and facades are empty. That life revolves entirely around the sun. That humans follow a much more basic primordial clock than we’d like to admit. That math is an expression of innate characteristics of the universe. That the physical universe is the only universe. That our entire thought processes, actions, and lives are governed by physical properties.

I saw gorgeous intricate fractal patterns in almost every tree and when I looked at any smooth surface several winding and weaving fractal patterns appeared. It was spectacular. The sunset, rich with purples, pinks, and blues, looked almost like a cotton candy sculpture.

It took a while to come down from our highs, but the come down was still visually rich and I continued seeing patterns and shape shifting until about 9 hours after ingestion. LSD stimulates frontal lobe activity very much so I found sleep difficult until about 4:00 in the morning, when I finally realized that I hadn’t eaten or drank all day and was probably still awake because my body was searching for food and water.

All in all, a great trip.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 68377

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2014	Views: 3,070

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LSD (2) : General (1), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Background:

Before I begin explaining the most amazing trip thus far in my early-adult life, I would like to give some boring yet necessary background of my previous experiences with drugs and the incredibly fortunate circumstances which I was allowed in the spring of 2010. First off, at the time of the trip I was 18 years old attending my first year of college in Oregon. I had experimented with various psychedelics, mostly the basics (LSD and Mushrooms), as well as frequent cannabis consumption, and of course a fair share of alcohol use. After finishing my second term of college with relatively stellar grades, I had miraculously convinced my parents to help pay for a plane ticket to Kauai where I would join my good friend (we'll call him J), and his family for a week long adventure on the most peaceful and beautiful places I have ever been. After doing a bit of research, J and I decided that if we could successfully pull off a two or three hit L trip that it would be a magically unforgettable experience, and furthermore an event which we may never have a chance at again. Looking back I can safely say that it was the greatest decision and most environmentally immersive experience of my life thus far.

J and I had loose plans of where and what we wanted to do for our trip but were having a very difficult time escaping from his parents for a day, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing because the days with his parents were spent in tropical forests and beautiful beaches. However, as the week slipped by we were beginning to consider the possibility of having to take the L on a day spent with his parents, brother and sister-in-law, and try to act as normally as we could. I was not very thrilled with this prospect, as one can imagine why, but J continuously tried to convince me that we could pull it off 'no problem'. I certainly had my doubts. Luckily we were able to talk his parents into letting us do our own thing for the final day on the island; boy, did we cut it close!

The night before, we scrambled to form a plan on how we wanted to spend the estimated 12-or so hour trip, as well as pack the things which we thought we may need. We decided that for the first leg of the trip we wanted to try to hike a trail, and for the second leg we wanted to be on a beach, this would allow us to really 'see' the multiple environments which Kauai had to share. We woke up, ate breakfast and dropped the tabs (2 each) around 9:30 a.m. I found it funny that as the blotter dissolved on our tongues we continued chatting with his family, waiting for his brother to drive us to the trail. At about 10:00 we piled into the rental car and drove the mile or so to the designated first-leg of our adventure.

Nounou Trail, 'The Sleeping Giant':

We arrived at the trail and departed from his brother. At this point neither of us was feeling anything and we agreed that it may be smart to wait at the base of the trail until we could feel the onset of a come-up. We sat in the nearly empty parking lot for a good 30-45 minutes conversing about how wonderful the vacation had been thus far, and how we were both sad we would soon have to leave paradise. We agreed that this trip would be the perfect way to commemorate our stay on the island and talked of the various things we wanted to take from our individual trips. As our conversations began its transformation from sobriety to liminality we both decided that we were beginning to feel something and that we could probably begin our hike.

For the next half hour we quickly progressed up switchback after switchback, neither of us feeling much more than a slight buzz and an increase in sensitivity to light. It was really amazing however, advancing up the giant ridge and seeing how the leap in elevation affects the atmosphere and subsequently the surrounding flora. As we climbed, the air around us slowly changed from dry and hot, to muggy and cool. This transformed the plant life around us into a much greener and tropical environment, one which you would expect to see on a Hawaiian island. As we reached the final leg of the climb I felt my mental consciousness begin to alter as each one of my thoughts would wander in a non-linear fashion; I can only describe my thought pattern as a connect-the-dots puzzle where instead of the lines following the correct numbers, they would connect randomly, flowing from one dot to the next and then back again, then to some other far-off dot then back again and so on and so forth.

It wasn't until we reached a rather curious clearing from the trail that I had my first visuals. As we strayed from the designated path and onto a rocky cliff which overlooked the east side of the island we noticed a looming rain cloud beginning to sweep over the beaches and surrounding towns. I stood amazed as the cloud tore through the landscapes at an impressive speed, and as I stared at the cloud it began to change from a dark grey color to a sandy hue and then to a very rich purple. I smiled as I knew that the L was finally taking its hold, and within seconds of this realization the cloud reached the spot where we were standing and let loose its magnificent warm rain. The leap in stimuli disoriented me for a moment as the feeling, smell and sound of the rain baffled me, and it was at this point I would safely say I began 'trippin.'

The cloud left as quickly as it arrived and we were once again left with a gloriously sunny day to continue our trip upon. We continued our trek up the mountain with the goal of the most elevated point being our destination. We had read online however that the most elevated point isn't really a part of the trail and would require a bit of climbing, and in fact had lead to the death of multiple young, able climbers. This didn't seem to faze us though as we silently blazed up the final 100 yards of the path to our highly anticipated journey's end. And my god was it worth it, from the highest point we had a 360 degree panoramic view of the entire island. Straight ahead was the crystal clear ocean, sandy beaches and creamy white clouds of the 'east-side,' while directly behind us was the immense green landscapes of the thick Hawaiian jungles and it's dark, looming rain clouds. I sat with my feet dangling off of a good thousand foot cliff, using a boulder as a back rest and looking out at the expansive ocean. My fear of heights was completely obliterated as I felt entirely in control of my body and environment; there wasn't a single moment where I second-guessed the intimidating height which I was exposed to. Listening to the most upbeat music I could find, my eyes gently took in the beautiful 'eye-candy' all around me as my normal fractals manifested themselves in most everything I looked at. One fractal in particular that always shows itself in my L trips is the image of a gecko with perfect symmetry up its spine. This visual always brings me pleasure because it has always been with me in all of my trips and consistently reminds me of the first trip I ever had, and notably another one of my favorites. Sitting awestruck, waves of euphoria engulfed my physical and mental being as I watched the magical routine of my environment working around me. I sat in wonder as the ocean birds flew with the winds in graceful arcs around the edges of the cliffs; long tracers flowing behind them like the contrails of a plane, each trail slowly dissipating after a few seconds.

The next thing I noticed was a fairly large bee clumsily battling the winds next to the boulder which I was sitting upon. I watched it fly right up next to me as if to assess whether or not I was a threat to him, apparently it thought I was, because the next thing I knew the bee was clinging to my hand and ferociously stinging me! This startled me and I quickly waved my hand to get the bee off, watching it as its lifeless body eventually fell off of the cliff, the stinger still attached to my hand. I calmly plucked off the stinger, still perplexed that I had just been attacked in such a peaceful state of mind! However, the strange part was that although I saw that I had been stung, and even looked at the stinger still in my hand, I hardly felt it at all; in fact, all I felt was a slight tingle run up my hand and arm. Although I was thoroughly enjoying my spot on the cliffs, being stung distracted me and I got up and walked over to a nearby cliff where J was sitting. We discussed the things we were seeing and how our trips were going; apparently he was hardly feeling the acid and was getting very limited visuals. J has always been a bit of a heavyweight when it comes to substances so this didn't really surprise me; however he said he was enjoying the experience thus far and we both agreed it would be a good time to begin our descent down the mountain and towards the beach.

The walk back down went very quickly as we both had immense amounts of energy and were practically flying down the path. J said that the L was now actually setting in and that he was beginning to get some discrete visuals. As we walked down the trail we discussed how difficult it would be to live on an island like Kauai which although incredibly beautiful, was too secluded from the societies on the mainland. This reminded me of my childhood town in Nevada which was about 5 hours from any other civilization and basically an island of its own. This was what drove my mom away from my father, and I had never fully understood this complex situation until then. I felt enormous amounts of empathy for my mother and knew that although her decision to leave caused a giant rift and the inevitable divorce between her and my dad that it was the only thing that could keep her happy. This also made me think of my dad who had to choose to either stay in the only home he ever knew or lose his love, his fear of branching out into unknown territory inevitably overpowered his feelings for my mom and separated them for good. This was precisely why I felt it wouldn't be healthy to only expose oneself to a single secluded environment for an entire lifetime, and that it often harbors a fear of the unknown. I felt so much love for both my mom and dad and finally understood their divorce which had always been concealed from me, and although it saddened me that they had to split up I knew that all of it was necessary for all of us to be where we were that day.

We quickly reached the trail's exit and were left with the daunting walk to the closest beach we could find. As we left the parking lot a car pulled up next to us with a man and his wife, and a child in the backseat. The man, thinking we were locals, asked us for directions to the trail, and although it was literally 30 yards from where we were standing and we had just left from there, it seemed like an incredible task to try and direct him there. On top of my already impaired state-of-mind, my brain became even more tangled when I looked in the passenger seat at the man's wife and noticed that she looked exactly like my college roommate's mom. Now to this day I don’t know if it was a hallucination or not, but I swear that Mrs. Larsen was sitting in that car trying to figure out where the trail was. This very strange occurrence was a distraction of its own, but then when I looked at the man I was thrown even further off as his face began to morph and contract in a bizarre fashion. After what seemed like an awkwardly long amount of time they went on their way towards the direction that we pointed them in and we were off once again. We walked through residential neighborhoods and then onto the busy highway which we hoped would get us to the beach. Unfortunately there were no shoulders or sidewalks and so cars zipped by us at an uncomfortably close distance. Eventually we made it off the highway and onto the quiet road that would lead us to the beach.

A Manifestation of Heaven:

When we reached the beach we took off our shoes, sunk our feet into the warm sand and headed for the end of the coast where we wouldn't run into anybody. Once we got to the end of the beach we threw off our gear and quickly made our way to the crystal blue water that had been beckoning to us all day long. The water was indescribably magnificent as I waded in to my waist and let it caress me. J and I wanted to swim but were stopped by the sharp coral which we saw lined the coast and would certainly cut up our feet if we weren't careful. So instead, we went back to our towels and laid back and relaxed.

Now at this point I thought that I was beginning to come-down, but boy was I wrong, as I began listening to music and watched the clouds slowly drift from the ocean, over our heads, and then inland, I felt myself begin to slip back into another visual and mental peak. I had never been so interested in the clouds, I watched as they slowly changed color, morphing and twisting into abstract shapes. The clouds seemed 2-d, like paper, except that there were multiple layers of the 2-d clouds, and as I stared in awe they began to shuffle like a deck of cards. These visuals were so calming; I would watch a particular cloud make its path from the ocean and over my head until I could no longer see it in my field of vision and then search for another one to look at. Every so often I would close my eyes and be welcomed by a mixture of colors and geometric shapes which looked a lot like the clouds above my head. There were multiple occasions where I would have my eyes closed and know this, but would be seeing the same images of the clouds which I had just been looking at. It looked as if I literally had my eyes open, I could see the rims of my glasses, the clouds moving overhead, the cobalt blue sky, and even the horizon of the beach out of my peripherals. This would confuse me because then I would open my eyes and see the exact same thing except with much more vivid colors!

J and I then received a call from his parents wondering where we were and hoping to come pick us up. We were both still tripping but decided that we were at a state-of-mind which was manageable and told them to come to the beach to grab us. At first it was a bit awkward being around them because I still felt pretty fucked up, but I soon got comfortable with the situation and embraced it. The rest of the evening was spent playing basketball and putt-putt golf back at the resort. After we ate dinner and J's parents went to bed, J and I went out to the beach, smoked a couple joints and watched Alice in Wonderland and drifted off into a veryyyyyyyyyyy deep sleep.

I still consider that amazing Friday in Kauai the single greatest experience of my life and wouldn't change a single thing about that day.  Although the two hits weren't the best I ever had, they were perfect for the situation, which was more about being in control than tripping nuts!  For anybody that has not visited Kauai, I strongly recommend it, and if you want the best view on the island go to Nounou trail, you will NOT be disappointed.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 84855

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Dec 25, 2013	Views: 3,460

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Nature / Outdoors (23), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   65 kg

OK this is something that I wrote right after my trip. I didn't write it as a trip report, I just wanted to sum up the experience very briefly for myself to remember later. As you'll see, there isn't any mention of any specific activity or event - I am trying to analyze the internal effect of the drug.

Therefore, I will give you some important background information:

Set: This was about my 6th time taking acid. I'm starting to feel more comfortable with the drug each time, although there's always a lot of fear and madness during the strong trips, I see it as part of the experience, and I think I'm handling it well enough. I didn't sleep enough before tripping, and dropped at around 4:30AM, with an empty stomach and a bit tired to begin with. It's also worth noting that I've been reading Tim Leary's 'The Psychedelic Experience' and believe there's a lot of truth in it.

Setting: An outdoor rave (in Israel, where I'm from) with a couple of good friends I usually drop with. A lot of strangers, a lot of mess, a lot of noise. But we have some experience with these events and we put up a good tent, places to sit, cold drinks, etc. We dropped right before sunrise and after a couple of hours it got pretty hot.

Dosage: We used a very reliable blotter that's been running around in Europe for a few years, called 'Dalai Lama'. I used it a few times before, and it was always about the same potency - Strong. I gathered from a few sources that it should be around 200-250 mics, and I'm really confident it's pretty accurate, even though I'm no expert. This is my 2nd time dropping a whole 'Dalai Lama' at once. [Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]

Timing: I originally didn't write a timeline, because I didn't focus on it during the trip and it wasn't of great importance to me. However, as I'm turning this into a report, I will try to estimate because it might be important for some readers. but note that ALL TIME ESTIMATES ARE VERY ROUGH AND MIGHT BE COMPLETELY OFF!

So, there it is, the stages of my latest LSD experience:

1. [+0:30] I think I might be seeing some colours different than usual, but not sure. Perhaps thoughts start to feel a bit different, too?

2. [+1:00] OK this is getting a bit more interesting. A faint vibration climbing in waves from the stomach upwards, and some visual movement trails.

3. [+1:30] The vibrations get stronger. They start opening the gates of pure amazement, at times nervous psychosis. I feel the tension building up - something extremely important and dramatic is about to explode on reality. Everything I fix my eyes on would start breathing or shivering.

4. [+2:00] Reality is ripping at the seams. Disintegrating. I can recognize what I'm seeing around me, but as I jitter with madness, it just FEELS like everything I've learned about the laws of reality, how things are defined, how they work, is no longer relevant. Nothing is as I thought it was, from the very basics. Time almost stops and each moment seems like the big bang in its importance and magnitude. Then restlessness. How do I deal with this?? Just keep breathing deeply and smile... Communication is, sometimes, almost impossible. Every single word has infinite meanings, and it's hard to put up a sentence that will be comprehensible to others. I start trying, but then forget basic words, and eventually can't follow my own speech. Or I do it right, but my friends completely misinterpret it.

5. [+2:30] A long period of enlightenment or paranoia, immersion with experience or being completely confused by it... The present keeps trying to push its own urgency in my face. Jitter, jitter, jitter. Losing myself in my own crazy mind loops. A need to move or wander around. Keep receiving new data, new places, new new new... I don't get very strong visuals as expected. I always imagined things would change shape, distort, etc... But I get no significant visuals unless I fix my eyes on something static for a few seconds, and then I kinda zoom into the tiny details and my mind drifts into this pixelated fractal vision.

6. [+5:30] At some point I know it is starting to loosen up. Everything still feels new, but not as intense, and more controllable. Then sometimes it gives me a slap in the face with brief sharp rises. But it's nice being able to grasp SOME part of reality in a calm way. Opens up doors for exploration... I can now transmit and receive so much through language. One word can be enough to convey the essence of a whole idea.

7. [+8:00] Slowly, slowly, slowly, normal perception is restored. Music is still being heard differently. Bass is so important! Certain strong colours can still welcome me.

8. [+12:00] Afterglow. I can now do everything I normally can, pretty much. Calm, loving, and thankful. Go to sleep (at around +22:00).

9. [+36:00] Why the fuck was I so weird yesterday? How can everything be so extremely normal again?

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 96439

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Jan 18, 2014	Views: 7,567

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LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Music Discussion (22), Nature / Outdoors (23), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1.75 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms - P. cubensis
		 (dried)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

I would consider myself a rather experienced psychonaught, experiences ranging from dxm to pharmahuasca and just about every popular one in between.  Last night a good friend of mine and I, whom I have known my literally my  whole life (21) got together to take a journey into the realms. He had just under and eighth of mushrooms and I had 3 tabs of LSD, so we split both and decided a synergy would be better than eating our own separate share, and to be on the same level for sure.

	We took them at around 730pm in my parents house as they had gone away for the weekend, and my house is my favorite place to journey.  Having never tried this combo, thus having no idea what to expect, we waited anxiously for the Other to manifest.

	After a long rant by my friend, which marked the beginning of the effects, I was almost unable to handle all of his energy, so I suggested we smoke a cigarette, some hashish, and go chill in the living room. I have never noticed how trippy wall paper is before this. For about 2 hours my eyes were absolutely glued to the incredibly lush growth swirling and blooming and growing and receding across my entire wall. It was divine. Mckenna’s idea that we are, as a human species, about to have a cosmic birth kept running through my mind as I watched these hundreds of flowers animatedly swirling and budding themselves into a frenzy. This unraveled into a vision of the absolute infiniteness of dimensions, how you can go as big or small as you want but the universe never ends. And it continues to do one thing- exactly what these flowers are doing on my wall, birth itself into existence.

	As far as effects go, the LSD really seemed to overpower the mushrooms, which is unfortunate because I am partial to the spiritual wisdom that seems to be contained in the fungus.  I was hoping for it to be overall less speedy, but it was perfectly enjoyable none the less. Aside from DMT, this was probably one of the most visual trips I have had, these two really synergize quite well together visually. Also, about 3 of 6 hours of this trip was spent laughing hysterically, which seemed to be more pronounced as a result of the combo.

	But there were some parts of the trip, though not unbearable, that were slightly unpleasant because the ‘impending doom-ness’ I sometimes get with mushrooms, that ‘fight or flight’ stimulation, was being mixed up with the speediness of the LSD, along with the amazing visions, all of it made for a feeling of ecstasy I don’t think I’ve encountered anywhere else. It was intense, but good intense, yet almost so super duper intense and feels so good it doesn’t feel good because I need to explode right now. Kind of like that.

	One of the most amazing things happened while we were sitting in my living room. My friend always talks about how visions come in waves, and I haven’t noticed it much before. But he kept calling out when the waves would begin and when they would end, and every time I found myself lost in a vision, he would say, ahhh that was a good one, just as my vision was subsiding to reality. This happened regularly throughout the night, and I am convinced there is something beyond what can be rationally explained here. A scientific explanation for this is the ‘waves’ are pharmacological; just rushes of the drug in your brain being broken down while new molecules stream in. What are the chances this would cycle simultaneously for both of us? I think its far more incomprehensible than metabolism or anything any human could put into words.

	Later, when my friend left, I had an incredible experience. The countertops in my kitchen are white marble imitation, and when I gazed into this cloudy white marble pattern, literally, the universe was revealed to me. I could see the principle on which all things in existence work. I watched as this divine matrix breathed and pulsed with ever novel archetypes. I saw Michelangelo’s Sistine chapel-esque landscapes,  waves, cosmic galaxies, all transforming eventually into a matrix, that, after I looked for a minute, I realized was a picture-perfect representation of a cellular matrix, but it looked like that of a plant more than an animal. I could the see the building blocks of the building blocks of the building blocks… you get the idea This was truly satisfying, and it sheds light for me on the importance of having these experiences alone, once you have enough experience, as it allows you to really dissolve more and more boundaries, falling deeper into the cosmic awareness at your own will. Other people keep you grounded, even if they are tripping. Sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes it isn’t.

	Later in the trip, I tried getting into some yogic activities, but I couldn’t concentrate long enough. I was too stimulated. I’ve only taken LSD a few times, and I don’t ever remember being that stimulated, but I’ve found psilocybin to be sedating so, I don’t know how that worked out. Anyways, I thought I’d mention it as yoga/meditation holistic breathwork, drumming, etc is something I’ve found to be incredibly wholesome and rewarding. Any spiritual practice combined with a psychedelic is the tried and true way to have a safe, profound, meaningful experience.  Archaic techniques of ecstasy I believe they are called.

	Overall, I enjoy the smoothness and tranquility mushrooms provide, compared to the hyperactivity of LSD, so for next time I may try mushrooms and an ayahuasca vine. I wasn’t very pleased with the way the LSD took over the trip so to speak, but it was highly meaningful, highly enjoyable, and much needed nonetheless.  If you are thinking of doing this, especially if you are limited in materials, the synergy provides a more powerful experience than either would produce alone at double the dosage. I would recommend for experienced seekers and up.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 88551

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Jan 21, 2014	Views: 3,837

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