		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

My boyfriend and I, Harry and Marry I'll call us, finally got ahold of some LSD. Anticipation was high, like a drug in itself. He was 18, and I 19. I got home to his apartment with it late, and with different news than Harry had expected. Instead of handing my friend 80 dollars, giving us 5 hits each. I'd given her a hundred and twenty, and she'd returned with fourteen hits.

'I'm only taking two' Harry says.

'I'm taking four.' I say.

And so, we dose. We tear apart the little squares of paper, printed with a funky little design. We were instructed to keep the paper under our tongues as long as possible, and so we do. The stuff is tasteless, except for a very, very strong chemical sensation in my mouth. My stomach was not happy with me, so I chewed an antacid and it settled. Doses taken, we wait. Eventually, he says the stuff is bunk and goes to bed, leaving me to watch Napoleon Dynamite and wait by myself.  After about twenty minutes I decided I hate Napoleon dynamite, turned it off, and went to the bathroom. There, I began to notice effects similar to ecstasy.  A bit of a body high, and halos around candle flames and lights.

I yell to Harry 'Baby you have no idea what's going on.'

He wakes up, says he feels nothing, and gets up. I see his eyes widen a bit and he grins 'Oh yea, I feel it... '

a pause between us. Mischief.

'Let's take the rest.'

I eat three more, and then pick up Harry's five with my finger, my last memories of the blotter being their entrance into my lover's laughing mouth.  He fubs around on his guitar a bit more, and then we sit on opposite couches, turn on the black lights, and music. I experience a slight revolving sensation and close my eyes. When I open them again, small bolts of lighting are shooting out from the light on the ceiling. I can hear Harry laughing.

'Are you hallucinating?'

'haaaaahahahahaha!!!'

The lightning bolts stretch to the edge of the ceiling, where they turn into a canopy of green vines which sweep down the wall. After following the vines to the bottom of the wall, I look up, and the room is shifting. Repeated images of my paintings on the wall. Repeating downwards, then sliding up to original position and doing the same shift-slide thing again. It is rapidly becoming too intense and I do not remember who suggested we move to the next room, but my next memory is of our bedroom, in complete stillness but buzzing with energy as I viewed it from the door. As I walk to the window, I can see the outside stairs and overhang carved in wood. LOTR's style. Elven. Like our palace carved in mahogany.

My next memories are in bed, I lying on my back, looking up with closed eyes, talking, though seeing the entire room and Harry's face as he stood above me. I talk about mysterious things. Inner wishes and identities I had no idea existed. I was no longer myself. In one I was a long haired, slightly heavy, peasantish woman with a babe in a sling, working with heavy pieces of meat. In another thought I saw a stretch of several tapestries, floating in a purple energy field, which I realized will be my gifts to the women and their men I love later in life.

Harry is hearing all of these thoughts, and responding. The trip is mostly in my mind, but our minds are one. He is tripping in me, I guess, though now he says that he cannot remember anything that occurred. I remember, though. I remember the sound of bells and the ghostly image of antlers over his head. The cracking of a nut and the sound of water. I had many thoughts of chestnuts, and liquid pouring from them. Chestnuts preserved in glass and other thoughts I cannot remember any more. I also had the strong image of a saddle in black velvet. More water, more chestnuts, more antlers and bells.  One of the last images I had was of vast, grey wings laying beneath my on the bed. I have wings tattooed on my shoulder.

And, as couples do, we loved, and at the beginning, I was sent to a black, astral plane. full of stars. I only experienced this place briefly before I heard Harry say

'Do you want me to stop?'

We were locked together in a hurricane of sensation and my visuals were of a hurricane, I think. A wall of grey wind circling and storming until it's vertigo sucked it into itself, at the point of climax and peak of the trip. After, no memory, until we are lying on the bed and Harry is calling someone. Later, we go driving.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]  My little Ford Ranger hums and transports our energy through town to coffee, the green and yellow landscape swirling, up and down ways. The coffee he buys me is not chestnut, but I am drinking hot, sweet chestnut milk.

The rest is come down, and unpleasant, so I will spare details, but it was worth it. The best 15 hours of my life so far. This was several months ago. Perhaps next weekend will merit another description.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 51355

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 23, 2008	Views: 5,894

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Sex Discussion (14), Relationships (44), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (plant material)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

12 days since my last Dose ;]

Alright, for starters, past history.  Been smoking weed 7 years, 6 nearly everyday.  First mushroom trip was when I was 15. Increased my usage from every 3 months to monthly over the course of the next 4 years.  Naturally, this usage waned, sometimes tripping back to back weekends, sometimes going months without shrooms.  First LSD experience, I was 17, and it was the strongest I have ever tried, hands down.  Two tabs, I was experiencing synasthesia 6 hours later.  In comparison, the acid I tried 3 years later was much weaker, requiring about 6 hits to achieve a similar effect.

As far as HPPD, I haven't been able to qualify for that technically because I have been smoking marijuana daily for years, and continue to do so. [drug toxicity clause lol]

As for permanent perceptual alterations, what do you expect when you have spent as many cumulative hours tripping as someone like myself.  I've done mushrooms more than 100 times, and something like 30 'doses' [threshold-to-mild] of LSD.

First off, I began to experience vision similar to mushrooms in dark rooms, or when the lights are shut off from previously bright rooms.  This doesn't occur all the time, usually most noticeable when I am stoned and thinking about it.  I also began experiencing a stronger appreciation for visual textures, as well as auditory.  This could hardly be considered a negative effect.

This was the extent of my 'HPPD', but then I began a period of heavy LSD use with interesting effects.  Now, I definitely abused LSD.  My schedule of use was something like 1/1, 1/18, 2/7, 3/5, 3/26, 4/4.  My dosage escalated from 2 doses to 4, to 7, then to 6.  Mind you, I define a dose as enough to experience geometric wall patterns.  2 doses should be enuf to rearrange a picture of someone's face into strange, cartoonish shit, just as a frame of reference.

I have been experiencing what I would describe as self-induced flashbacks, but it's only been about 12 days since I last dosed.  Interesting fact, I always smoke dope when I trip, and pot definitely permits me a freebie or two after tripping if I want a little psychedelic effects.  Dark rooms still possess a strange, buzzy geometric fuzz.  Problem is, I believe I been experiencing that on weed since I was a youngun, so count that out.  On an interesting note, I think the LSD had made me more attentive to marijuana's effect on my surroundings, because I have been noticing a kind of afterimage effect when I enter dark buildings or rooms after being outside in bright light.

The biggest uncontrolled flashbacks that I experience are always self induced, often tied to anxiety and social situations.  They often occur after I begin thinking about LSD, and when I am in environments where I have tripped really hard before.  My bedroom ceiling has rippled similar to mushrooms and LSD at least a week after using LSD.  Mind you, I was laying on my back, stoned on pot and imagining rippling ceilings and such.  Afterimages are the most common psychedelic effect I notice daily.  However, I don't typically see radical forms, and afterimages are not subject to the same suggestibility of form as they are while I am under the influence of LSD.  I have experienced the most disturbing HPPD like symptoms at my computer monitor, where I have spent most of my time on acid, no question.

Now, the most interesting part.  I began inducing flashbacks after my 5th acid trip.  My ability to do this has increased with my use, and my practice, naturally.  However, most of my visuals are controlled, not subject to whim like lsd.  Only on few occasions, going to bed or waking up have I closed my eyes and let the afterimages dance around on their own.  They appear to be like threshold visuals, sometimes animated, but never particularly surreal.  For example, I have NEVER seen anything in my own induced visions that matches the height of my most intense acid trip.  Not even close.

I believe the use of psychedelics causes new forms of learning in your brain, somewhat associated with a kind of trance state.  In all my psychedelic use, it is only through focusing my mind I have been able to experience the kind of things you can't write home about, heheh.  In order to intensify psychedelic experiences, I become attentive.  There is something fundamental about the trance state that I must emphasize.  I believe that once experienced under psychedelics, various aspects of the state can be reexperienced, much like a memory.  Christ, it doesn't take drugs to create memories that create images that haunt you the rest of your life.  I've never been witness to an atrocity, but the impact they have on survivors are tremendous.  The fundamental thing is that it is the outlook individuals possess after the fact that is the most important.  I believe some forms of HPPD are linked to many kinds of self-generated psychological concepts involving some very critical philosophical and spiritual issues concerning reality.  In short, I believe LSD use causes selective attentive processes to change.

Most manifestations of HPPD I experience are self induced, save the occasional halos around lights.  Even then, I have been thinking about LSD almost every day or so for the past few months, so no surprises that I'm highly suggestible.  This is the nature of LSD, after all.  Also, I emphasize 'induced'.  Even at my highest acid dose, I could eliminate or induce hallucinations more or less at my whim.  As far as anxiety and LSD, I believe they are somehow subconsciously linked in some weird schemata containing perceived morality and authority, but I'm into Freud, lol.

On the down side, I have been noticing when I stumble in speech, using the wrong verb tense or something.  But, I have been extremely attentive to it, consciously.  So it is hard to tell if I am just paying attention to verbal slips, or if they are actually increasing in intensity.  I've done some moderate ecstasy use, so that could account for it.  Usually though, I feel like I am trying to spit out my thoughts faster than I can say them.  Sometimes, I feel incredibly flustered by my ability to communicate complex thoughts using language, due to my inability to express the depth or meaning of

what I am saying fast enough, something I have experienced on lsd before.

To cut this ramble short, LSD does effect my perceptions permanently, no question.    Personally, I enjoy it.  It's symbolic of much tripper shit, and keeps me reminded of everything magical, glorious and hellish on this world.  That said, I'm slowing the fuck down on the LSD because I am probably begging for a Freudian mindfuck of a trip.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42335

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 25, 2008	Views: 9,588

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39), Cannabis (1) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

[Erowid Note: Though the substance described in the report was sold as ecstasy, the effects and onset of symptoms are more consistent with PMA.]

About a year ago I'd organised a bunch of mates to come round to my place for an acid trip with some really strong tabs while I was going to candyflip with some 'white rabbit' pills I got the day before. The night came round and I decided to dump my pill before anyone arrived, about half an hour my friends came to the house and still an hour after that I had felt nothing from the pill and presumed it was a dud so I decided to take some of my tabs, I took 4 at once, now this was highly irresponsible with a possibly suspect pill still in my system, I had quite large doses of LSD before except never with tabs that strong so the trip itself was extremely intense.

But then shortly after the tabs really kicked in I felt a distinctly different feeling to the LSD, something like mild amphetamines and my heart started to race. Then about 3? hours after I'd taken the pill I started vomiting violently and feeling dizzy and hot and very sick, it didn't take long for my trip to go downhill rapidly and in addition to the strange things happening to my body from the pill I started to get really confused and delerius and worried that death was imminent. The trip just got worse and worse after the vomiting started to subside, extreme feelings of panic overwhelmed me and I became aggressive to my friends hitting some of them.

I eventually felt so bad and worried my friends so much they stopped trying to calm me down and called an ambulance, I ended up feeling like I was overheating so I took all my clothes off and ended up running outside to get to the ambulance, I must of looked completely drug fucked from their point of view so as I was running towards the ambulance the ambulance pulled away from me and started driving down the street, that's when it really started to feel like a nightmare and I wasn't sure whether I was in reality at all. The next part is a blur but one of my friends managed to get the ambos to try and help me but it somehow ended up with several cop cars and ambulances (4-5 emergency vehicles in my street) with me naked fighting a large group of police officers. I remember flashes of the fight but not the whole thing, then being subdeud and having a gun held in my face in some attempt to calm me down so they could sedate me, I didn't care about the gun at all at the time tho I was focused on the needle they were trying to shove in me, convinced they were planning to kill me.

Eventually they must of beaten me up and stuck enough needles in me to get me into the ambulance and I started going in and out of that kind of psychotic state and my bad trip asking for help and asking them if I was going to be alrite, eventually they got me in the ambulance when I was sedated and feeling less aggressive, but then again in the ambulance they strapped me down and took the needle out and then when I began to freak out the cop held me down hard (they'd shot me up with enough sedatives by then to knock someone out twice so I didn't have much strength to resist) while they gave me another injection I started howling before they did sure they were going to kill me right there. the rest I cant remember.

I woke up in hospital in the early morning, still heavily sedated and tripping a bit, the police came and interviewed me while I was still quite out of it and then when I eventually was able to get out of my hospital bed to go home, after being sectioned for a few hours due to what I did. The full extent of my injuries from the fight became clear, I had a badly broken left foot, bruising all over my body that looked like it was mostly from batons, a crack or two in my ribs and a few cuts, the foot took a few months to heal properly but its fine now. This experience was a complete nightmare, I stopped doing all chemical drugs for more than 6 months after that but I use LSD now again with no problems however I don't trust ectasy tablets anymore, irresponsibility caused the worst of that situation but I can't help but think it could still not of been a good experience with the pill alone.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 42293

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 26, 2008	Views: 29,663

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LSD (2), MDMA (3), PMA (126) : Small Group (2-9) (17), What Was in That? (26), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 0.75 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:20
		 4.5 g
		 oral
		 Syrian Rue
		 (seeds)

		   T+ 0:20
		 5.0 g
		 oral
		 Amanitas - A. muscaria
		 (dried)

		   T+ 1:30
		 5.0 g
		 oral
		 Amanitas - A. muscaria
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 1:30
		 5.0 g
		 oral
		 Mimosa tenuiflora
		 (ground / crushed)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

I was in my apartment, alone, in a good mood, curious, and looking forward to the results of combining an ayahuasca analog with LSD and Amanita Muscaria. Slight worry due to the undocumented nature of the combination, but a fearlessness and the spirit of scientific discovery overtook any and all discomfort.

T-12:00 -  stop food/water intake

T+0:00  -  .75 hit of LSD

T+0:20  -  4.5g syrian rue seeds

		(in peanut butter sandwich)

T+0:20  -  5g amanitas muscaria caps

		(chewed whole)

T+0:40	-  light tingling sensation all over the skin

		eyes uninentionally widened and wandering

		took some time to writhe around on the bed

		in pure comfort

T+1:10	-  pipe tobacco &amp; wild dagga smoked (1 joint)

T+1:30	 -  began sipping tea: 40oz green tea w/ ginkgo biloba conataining 5g aminita muscaria (powdered) and 5g mimosa hostilis (powdered)

T+1:45 	 -  realized recent shortness/rudeness and inability to tolerate certain questions from girlfriend..

reliazing now effort should have been made to better understand the curiosity and not analyze the worded question

T+1:46 	- the phrase 'dmt stains' seems very funny

T+2:20	- finished sipping tea. slight nausea.. drank small dose of pepto bismol.

T+2:30	- increased head buzz.. slight loss of balance

T+3:00	- combination seems very agreeable.. inital nausea dissappeared quickly.. no uncomfortableness.. no head pain.. very pleasant.. mild euphoria no OEVs.. CEVs consist of vague patterns in constant motion and change.

T+4:00	- ingested urine. immediate head buzz.. had to sit and close eyes for a minute

T+5:30 	- balanced restored, almost back to baseline.. euphoria emphasized and prolonged.. time for another dagga-bacco joint :)

T+6:30	- still feeling something.. pupils still a little dialated.. but definately on the way down.  Getting things ready to go do laundry (remember ancient proverb: after ecstacy, the laundry)

Epilogue: I enjoyed myself, but was a little disappointed that the experience was not more intense. I later discovered the Amanitas I had were fairly weak. The source was Siberia. It has been brought to my attention (and experience) that the ones that grow in Washington are generally much more potent. Also, Wild Lettuce is a MUCH more pleasant joint than Wild Dagga (the smoke is less harsh and the high is definitely more noticable).

I don't know if I will try this combination again, as more potent Amanitas seem to have very respectable subtleties to them that I have become fond of and think would be lost in the mixture.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 54429

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 14, 2008	Views: 11,153

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Mimosa tenuiflora (74), Syrian Rue (45), LSD (2), Huasca Combo (269), Amanitas - A. muscaria (70) : Alone (16), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   205 lb

This was my third (maybe second? can't really remember) time to drop acid, however it was my first time to really trip hard.  My previous trips had been off no more than 1.5 hits, this time I went all out and took four.  I was feeling really good when I took the pills; We (myself and a friend) took them at another friend's house.  His parents were out for the night so we knew that we could really cut loose.  His house is really fun, he has a big backyard with tennis courts and a small forest type area.  There were two other nontripping friends that we designated as our 'babysitters' just in case.

The first effects started about 20 minutes after I ingested the pills.  It was a mild euphoria, but growing greater every minute.  I was feeling so happy that I could not help but give all my friends a big hug.

The acid was really starting to kick in, I was getting black flashes much like a strobe light, and I was feeling quite euphoric.  We decided to go out into the back yard.  My other two friends were laughing at us as we got accustomed to our new acid world.  I found it very difficult to walk, and my perceptions were getting altered, when I tried to move a limb it was extremely exaggerated.  For example, I remember once I was holding a cigarette, and moved my arm to take a drag.  I could not judge how much I was moving my arm and I swung the cig into the air and it fell on the ground next to me.  When I reached down to pick it up, my hand slammed into the ground.  This 'transitory stage' only lasted about 10 minutes (I think).  However the exageration of everything lasted throughout the night.

Anyway, we got outside and that's when things really started getting groovy.  We walked out to the tennis courts, and my friend was messing with us.  He saw my tripping partner Nick outstretching his hands to the sky and said 'Hey John (that's me), I need you to find me the moon.'  Though I knew he was just messing around, I felt compelled to find the moon and I delightfully skipped around until I found a pine cone, which I decided must be a moon dropping.  I then reported back with what I had found, proud of myself.

We went back inside after about 15 minutes?  My sense of time was starting to get really out of whack.  Anyway, we got back into his room.  Nick's face was flushing and he had a mild case of the sweats, but given my state of mind, I thought he was about to explode.  I thought that he must not be breathing.  I told my non-tripping friend what I thought, and he played along.  I kept telling him, 'Nick's not breathing, Nick's not breathing,' (I thought I was whispering but was really talking quite loudly) until I convinced Nick himself that he was not breathing.  Surprisingly enough, neither of us really got freaked out, especially since I was comforted by the fact that if someone stopped breathing, they would go unconscious and would begin breathing again.

After about 30 minutes I think, my two non-tripping friends were getting really bored of babysitting and wanted to go out to eat.  They assured us that we were acting normal enough to not screw up, so Nick and I agreed that it would be ok since they left.  They told us that we could crank up the guitars and the music.  We started peaking right about the time they left.  I felt like I was sharing thoughts with Nick - if he said he was seeing or feeling something, I would almost always see or feel it too.  I don't remember a lot, but there are lots of separate parts I do remember.

I remember playing the guitar, and everything I played sounded awesome even though I was playing awful sounding chords with tons of distortion and delay.  While I was playing, I noticed that I was twitching my eye.  It wasn't just a normal twitch - my whole face was scrunching with every note I played, and my eyes were going wild.  The uncontrollable eye twitch continued throughout the night.  I started to listen to music, and when I finally came to later that night I realized that I had gone through about 20 CDs.  I must have not listened to all of them because I was only listening to music for about an hour total.

The coolest and most memorable part of the trip was while listening to Pink Floyd's 'Atom Heart Mother.'  Me and Nick were convinced that we were tribal leaders, took our shirts off, and wrapped them around our heads like turbans.  We ran all over the room, and made faces at each other in the bathroom.  Nick's face looked like a Picasso painting.  We made up an elaborate dance that included banging pillows on the bed as hard as possible.  When my other two friends returned they were greeted to two shirtless men with turbans on shooting them with guitars.

After that things started to settle back down, but neither me or Nick could sleep that night.  The eye twitch continued until the next evening, and the intense trip made me stay away from acid for a while.  It was not a bad experience, don't get me wrong, it was probably the most fun thing I have ever done, but the crash afterward was just a little too much and I had to step back and recover.  There is a lot more that I could tell you, but I don't remember the sequence much and I am tired of writing so I hope you have enjoyed my story.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42715

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 27, 2008	Views: 6,387

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Ginseng
		 (extract)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

[Erowid Note: Unconfirmed Serious Injury Report. This report of a serious injury was submitted without verifiable details or contact information. Erowid is choosing to publish this report to invite public comment and to allow anyone who knows about this event to submit details that we can verify.

Neither this report nor any report of a hospitalization should be considered reliable without details that can be verified through hospitals, police reports, family members, or news reports. If you have information about this incident or other experience resulting from the use of any psychoactive substance we cover, please contact sage at erowid.org.]

[Erowid Note: This is an unconfirmed report of long term psychosis related to LSD. Let us know if you know of any information about this incident.]

I had dropped acid several times before, in about the same dosage, and had had no bad trips.  However, I had been reading some very strange stuff and I believe that had something to do with the outcome of this trip.  I used to do this often; read strange stuff, toke up and think about it.  I “learned” and saw some weird things this way.

We went out with friends and all of us, except my husband Sandy, shared some acid. All went well for awhile but then I began to have some serious hallucinations that began to scare him so he took me to a very good psychic that we knew.  I remember her coming to the door and looking way up above my head in astonishment.  She told me later my energy was flaming almost ten feet up out my head like a pillar of fire.  She then sat with us for hours while she had me repeat with her the 23rd psalm, “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, etc.”  Eventually I calmed down enough that he could take me home.

However, the hallucinations continued into the next day and Sandy took me to emergency where they gave me something to bring me down.  However, I didn’t come down.  Instead, I began to have convulsions, among other things.  The convulsions would draw me backwards and I would be screaming “they’re trying to break my back!”  I found out years later during therapy that this was an ancestral trip.  I actually saw a male ancestor on the rack.

This went on for nearly five days during which some of the time my teenage daughters came and sat with me so my husband could get some sleep.  We were managing a boarding ranch at the time.  Finally, he took me to hospital where they popped me into the psych ward.  Things got really interesting in the psych ward.  Because I was so psychically tuned, I could see right into people.  The first thing they wanted to do in hospital was take my blood.  In my distorted condition, they looked like vampires and there was no way any bunch of vampires were going to get my blood and I began throwing them around the room.  I’m a big girl, just under 6 ft and at that time, strong from doing farm work.  It took 5 men to subdue me and get me into a straight jacket.  From then on, I don’t remember much at all.  They kept me heavily sedated all the time.

My husband was heartsick and really scared for me but what could he do?  I was literally a raving lunatic.  Later, he divulged to me he had got down on his knees and prayed earnestly that I be delivered from this madness and returned to him.  Back then he was a real pain in the backside with jealousy.  He promised to give this up if he could just have me back.  He wasn’t, at the time, a religious person (he still isn’t, come to think of it) but he has always been very alive spiritually.

I have vague recollections of my nearly adult children coming to visit me and evidently I would phone my husband at all hours begging him to come and take me home.  I also have a foggy recollection of sitting in on a meeting in which I was the center of attention and a number of doctors consulted with my husband during which they told him he may as well forget me as, in their opinion, I would never be any better.  They were ready to lock me up and throw away the key.  Maybe that was when he prayed.

Anyway, one day, when my dearest was visiting me and I was drugged right out of my mind, I kept moaning that my head hurt.  I guess I had a king sized headache.  At any rate, he began rubbing my head.  The longer he rubbed, the saner I got till finally, I was making complete sense.  It was me again, back in my body and being intelligent again.  I always knew I was in there somewhere but now, I was able to communicate clearly and I begged him once more to take me home.

He was seriously impressed with my reaction to his head rub and went away to tell someone he wanted me home and they were to get my clothes.  I, in the meantime, got anxious with waiting for him and went to the door to look for him.  The orderlies saw me and the next thing, they pounced on me and even though I tried to fight them off, someone gave me an injection.  When my husband got back I was back to being a drooling idiot, literally.  When he returned and found me in that condition, he was furious and demanded my clothes.  They couldn’t refuse him but they protested vehemently, saying that I was dangerous and violent and he was making a huge mistake.  Fortunately, he didn’t listen and took me home anyway.

Whenever I remember that time, I so appreciate him for being the man that he is.  The only other man I ever knew who might have had the jam to stand up to the Authorities was my dad.  Anybody else would have been intimidated by the Big Ones and left me there.  It was a truly heavy trip and he was my Knight in Shining Armour.

At any rate, he took me home where he had to literally lead me by the hand.  However, he took me to a chiropractor who couldn’t help me but did advise him to take me to a Chinese herbalist.  This friendly little Oriental, when told of my problem, didn’t bat an eye.  Instead he said, “LSD?  No problem.  I give you some of this and some of that…” as he took down several different bottles and boxes of liquid ginseng as well as royal jelly from his shelves.  He even broke open an ampoule for me to drink right there and then.

I shall never forget it.  Prior to that, I had been spitting out all doctor medications.  I remember that they tasted horrible and felt jagged and ugly, even caustic, in my mouth and like a little kid, I refused to take them.  However, as soon as that ginseng touched my tongue, I loved it and swallowed it eagerly where it blossomed like a warm fire in my cold belly.  I could feel it spreading its healing warmth throughout my whole body.  We took a good deal of it home with us where I was happy to take it all.

In one week, I was completely healed.  Weak, but healed.  That was when I went grocery shopping with my beloved.  Lo and behold, we met the chief psychiatrist from the hospital there in the supermarket where he was gathering his growlies, too.  I recognized him and was happy to see him.  I went up to him and asked if he remembered me.  He looked a little befuddled and blinked a few times but the bell didn’t ring for him until my husband appeared at my side.  Then he recognized me and he was so shocked, it was almost as if he was seeing a ghost.

I rattled on about what we had done to fix me and offered to come to the hospital and share this wonderful news with everyone.  However, no one ever got back to me, even though I did phone a couple of times and attempt to make an appointment.  They didn’t want to know.  That’s when I really learned about entrenched professionalism.  There are none so blind as those who will not see.  That was also when I began to take herbs and natural methods seriously and I’ve never looked back.  It makes me wonder just how many people are locked up for the rest of their lives that might be healed if they were fed ginseng and or other herbs.  I’ve read some really stupid things about ginseng wherein people decry its usefulness but as far as I’m concerned they don’t have a clue and should keep their mouths shut.  It is definitely a divine gift, as are all the herbs.   God Almighty, the Universe and all of Nature love us silly mortals with a love we barely understand, never mind acknowledge.

Exp Year: 1974	ExpID: 68604

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 40

Published: Sep 2, 2008	Views: 22,988

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

		   T+ 9:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 9:00

		 oral
		 Caffeine
		 (liquid)

The fun started at about 12 in the day when me and a friend both dosed on acid, I took 2 blotters and he took 1. We walked up to the bowling club and on the way he smoked a joint, but I decided to wait to see how hard the acid hit me first as I had only done it once before (1 blotter). We started playing pool downstairs at the club and after about 50mins I started to notice that I was getting worse. The finger marks on the table started to stand out more and swirl a little, the balls seem to be getting bigger and smaller, shadows were starting to move and I was finding it harder to concentrate on playing the actual shots.

My friend decided to go check bus times as we were going to go in town and check out the art gallery. Once he had left, I finally realised that I was fucked, because now I was alone and actually started to pay attention to what was going on around me. I was the only one downstairs at the time but as I looked around the room I realised that everything was alive. The walls were breathing, the patterns on the floor were swirling and morphing, the lights above the pools tables looked as if they were swinging and the room was getting lighter and darker. I sat there in amazement until my friend came back because the visuals in my first trip were pretty shit and I barely noticed them but that may have been because it was night.

We made our way to the bus stop about 30mins later (bout 2-2.5 hours after dosing) and we were fucked. I got a msg on my phone and the letters on the screen were waving and  dropping down into the lines below and it took me about 2 mins to read a 10 line msg. It took about 10mins to write back and I’m pretty sure it made no sense at all. We sat in a school for a while because the bus still had 15mins til it arrived and we just marveled at all the sounds and sights of nature. Extreme confusion started to set in and I’m amazed I even made it onto the bus, I remember walking up to the driver and him saying something but it sounded like complete gibberish so I eventually just handed him money and sat down. I don’t remember getting off the bus but I remember walking down the street, I’d walked down that street about 100 times before but nothing looked familiar and we weren’t even sure if we were going in the right direction.

Amazingly we made it to the art gallery and holy shit was I fucked; the art gallery is my new favorite place. We came on a good day, some guy’s collection was being shown and almost every painting was of a landscape or farm or just of the out doors. I walked up to the first painting and I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was of hills, the sky, clouds, a house, trees and there was even horses. Immediately the clouds started to move across the sky, the sky started to change colour going from blue to green to purple to red etc, the house started growing and shrinking and the horses started galloping across the bottom on the painting. I swear I must have stood at this one painting for a about 15mins with my eyes the size of dinner plates and my mouth wide open only moving to giggle. I must have looked like a fucking retard but I didn’t care, everyone could have seen me because it was so open but maybe I didn’t look anything out of the ordinary, I just couldn’t tell. We went upstairs and the whole place was just covered in photos, they were so bright and all of them moving in there own direction. We tried to watch this arty movie type thing but it was in this little room and the walls were freaking me out, moving in closer and closer so we ended up leaving after about 1 min.

We finally left the art gallery because we were starting to get a little paranoid that people were watching us. This was about maybe 4:30 now, we just totally had no idea what time it was. We started walking down the street trying to think of somewhere to go or something to do but neither of us could, our minds were completely blank. Then I remembered there was a museum down the road but it was a fair walk, my friend tried to explain something about a bus but his words came out jumbled and he made no sense at all. This is when the laughing started, we laughed none stop for about 15mins, we both had tears running down our faces, my side hurt so bad and I thought I was bleeding internally.

We started to walk past a park and spotted a bench, we both decided we needed to sit down. Still completely confused we just talked absolute shit and tried to think of something to do. We made some phone calls but no one could understand us and every time we tried to be serious we would start laughing hysterically. We then decided we had to do something and started walking across the park, all the trees branches were moving like crazy and the bark was changing colour and seemed to be eating itself. After about 30secs we needed to sit again and this went on for about an hour. We’d get up to move and then want to sit down straight after, it was a pretty big park and I think we sat on every bench in it. Every where I looked patterns were forming, the ground was doing completely crazy things and the cement path was swirling like crazy.

After about an hour and a half in the park it started to get dark and look like it was going to rain. I finally stopped fighting with myself and decided the weird feeling I had was actually hunger because I hadn’t eaten all day. We started to make our way to a near by street that had heaps of shops when my friend decided it was time for another joint, I was still fucked so I passed. But while he was smoking it I was sitting down on this cement block, I looked down and the rocks in it were moving like crazy forming all sorts of patterns. I put my hand on it to touch them when all of a sudden I lost depth perception and it was 2D, my hand was flat on the cement, and the cement started to eat my hand, I couldn’t see my hand anymore, just my arm connected to the cement block. All of a sudden I thought it started to rain because drops of colour started to appear on the cement, but when I finally realised I wasn't getting wet the whole cement block suddenly went that colour and new coloured dots started to appear until suddenly it changed again.

My friend finished his joint and we started walking again, almost at the shops we started crossing the road when my friend yells my name and pulls me backwards just as a car flies straight passed me, if the car was 2 secs earlier I’m sure I would of been in hospital with some nasty injuries. We made it to pizza hut (my friend works there) and got a free pizza (super supreme). It was the most colorful pizza I had ever seen, all the toppings were moving in sync with each other and I think I stared at it for about 5 mins before I even started eating it. Eating felt really strange but good at the same time, I could feel the piece getting bigger and smaller in my fingers.

The sun was gone by the time we finished and so had the visuals and our happy giggling mood had changed as well. The sun definitely had something to do with this; its like darkness just totally killed the effects except for the confusion. We got a friend to cum pick us up and take us to a pub to meet some other friends. We played some more pool and had a beer or 2. I could notice small visuals when I paid attention to them, but I found it hard to pay attention to anything. After about 30 mins I felt totally straight again and decided to walk to my car back at my mates house (20 min walk) so that I could drive home and have a shower and get some more money so that I could come back out and continue to drink. I was walking by myself and I could start to feel slight affects again but nothing major, just weird shadows out the corner of my eyes and stuff. I finally made it to my car and got home with no trouble at all. [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

I walked inside and talked to my mum for awhile, I was able to act totally straight and she had no idea. I got in the shower when all of a sudden I started to get visuals again, the tiles started moving and morphing and changing colour. I finished my shower and got out but was totally shocked when I noticed that my skin looked fluro green, and I didn’t look like myself at all, this was kind of cool but didn’t really bother me that much, though shaving while my face is bubbling is quite hard to do. I got dressed and headed over to a chick friend of mines house where a heap of my other friends were just chilling and drinking, I picked up a bottle of vodka and about 8 cans of red bull on the way. Vodka and red bulls one of my favorite drinks.

It was about 8 or 9 by the time I arrived and all my friends were pretty happy to see me and pretty interested in my bizarre day, many saying that they’d like to join me next time I trip. I got a few weird looks from the people that I hadn’t met before while telling of my adventures but that could possibly be because I have 1 inch plugs in each ear, a 10 gauge ring through my septum, a ring through the side of my tongue and my lip pierced, and basically just look like a freak. I started drinking and while sitting noticed that the roof and top of the walls were still bubbling but slowly dying. By about half way through the bottle the visuals were pretty much dead unless I concentrated really hard. Possibly because of the alcohol I started to get heaps giggly again, laughing uncontrollably at just about anything, falling over onto the floor and finding it really hard to get back up, even thought I didn’t really feel that drunk and the red bulls mad me feel right awake.

By the time I finished the bottle I was starting to get these really weird thoughts and just say completely random and stupid things. Not long after most people had either left or passed out but I was still wide awake and this is when things got kind of weird. I couldn’t stop giggling, it hurt so bad but I just couldn’t stop, nothing was funny and I felt really tired but still I couldn’t stop. Then I started getting these strange thoughts and I seriously thought I was going crazy, every time I thought of something it would some how link to something else totally different and then that would link to something else and then I would start giggling and then another thought would pop into my head.

After about an hour of this I had convinced myself that I was going insane, I was talking to myself and I was really starting to scare my chick friend, she was almost in tears. But the thoughts just kept coming and I couldn’t stop them. she made me a bed on the floor and told me to lay down, but I just laid there all night thinking to myself, I seriously thought I would need to be put in an institution, but strangely enough that didn’t really bother me, I wasn’t scared because somehow I knew I was just doing it to myself.

My friend the next day said that I kept repeating myself, saying things like 'I’m gunna be crazy one day', 'One at a time, just one at a time' and 'I’m doing it to myself'. I vaguely remember these things but not very well. I didn’t get any sleep that night and I didn’t really start to feel better until I saw the sun start coming up. I eventually got some sleep at about 3 that afternoon but only for like 2 hours and I felt like shit after wards. It’s the day after now and I feel completely normal and looking back on my day/night I enjoyed every part of it, strangely enough even the part when I thought I was crazy.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 43131

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 7, 2008	Views: 4,735

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LSD (2) : General (1), Combinations (3), Various (28)


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

		   T+ 0:15
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

For months I’ve been attempting to find acid and running into various problems each week which prevents me from obtaining any. However this week my friend E was fortunate to get me and another friend M, 8.5 tabs. I planned to take mine the night of M’s friend’s quinceanera. It was extremely difficult to get through the long party as we were anxious to trip. This would be my first time unlike my friends.

There was much confusion as to where we would be taking the tabs and at first attempted to find a hotel suite and have fun living lives similar to those in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. However we fell short of money and ended up going to one of M’s family member’s trailers. The trailer park was a very unpleasant place to be in which made me nervous as to whether it would affect my trip. So before starting out, the set and setting were no where near perfect and I was reluctant to eat 2 tabs around midnight. I sold the other one to someone at the trailer who was already drunk and he took it not knowing hardly anything about LSD.

About 15 minutes in I began to feel light-headed and smoked some herb to intensify the trip when it came. Later we walked into one of the rooms and lied on the bed looking at the ceiling watching it wave and the stucco was shifting around. We then sat and watched MTV waiting for the plateau. Several of the people in the trailer left at this time including the person we sold the tab to. The colors on the TV show began seeming brighter and changing. This slowly became noticeable across the entire room. After a while the colors of the curtains and sofas were constantly changing from red to yellow to green. We laughed at everything and mostly about this very drunk guy sitting in a chair playing ps2 the entire time and not communicating with anyone even if they called his name.

An hour later, when I had reached my peak, my friends’ faces began to morph and their eyes spun around while I watched them. Their nostrils, mouth, and eyes all had a different color to them. At this point I was anxious to look at myself in the mirror because I was always told it was a bit shocking. This wasn’t the case for me and I found it funny because I looked like a baby. We ventured outside with the sky constantly changing colors and strange effects of the moon’s light shining through the trees. When it came time to come in I ran towards the house for no reason and felt as if I was going much faster than I really was. I also pretended something was chasing me and became scared.

Back inside was just as trippy as before with everything always seeming to move and the dangling light adding to the effect. The music coming from the video game made no sense and I was hardly able to recognize some songs I was familiar with and the sound seemed to be coming in like waves. The person playing it eventually got up and started talking to the dogs which made us crack up. At one point he turned around and asked “Have them dogs been fed yet?” which was even funnier. We began thinking of how we were in someone’s house we barely knew and everything was very confusing. There was a constant feeling throughout my body as if someone poured wax or a sticky substance everywhere. Everything I touched felt like a new feeling and is quite unexplainable.

It seemed impossible to me how anyone could have a bad trip and I thought that I would be able to handle it if it ever happened. I started to experiment and tried thinking scary thoughts. I watched M lying on the sofa and his body turned into a corpse with rotting skin and dislocated eyes. This image became stuck in my head and I was terrified for a second but then was able to laugh about it. The bad images seemed to hit me harder when we turned out the lights. Both my friends thought it was time to rest and fell asleep, leaving me by myself to experience the come down of the trip.

This part was almost the opposite of the coming up. I began noticing the sounds that weren’t there and re-heard many of the things my friends had said to me that night such as “Now you know what LSD is like.” Sitting on the couch I really began to notice how my senses were all blended together and each feeling seemed related to sight or sound. Simple tasks such as unlocking a door and opening it were challenging and took much longer than normal. Walking outside for a second time I felt as if I was my friend E for some odd reason and began acting like him. Looking at the ground and letting my eyes wander I saw my friend M’s face scattered everywhere with a big smile as if he was laughing at me. I looked across the backyard and noticed a person forming out of a few objects I was unfamiliar with. I then tried to interact with this hallucination and beckoned it. It looked towards me and then walked in my direction but I lost focus on it.

It was time for rest although it was impossible to sleep because when I closed my eyes the fear really started hitting me and I thought up disgusting images in my head. These were things much worse than anything I’ve seen in reality, and I love to look at disgusting things on the internet. Watching the walls I observed the breathing which resembled eyes and mouths and soon I was seeing little people trapped on the wall. This was very fascinating and I noticed the refrigerator opening its mouth and talking to me although I didn’t hear its voice. Babies crying, my friends’ voices, and the running water all overwhelmed my hearing and for a while I thought I would be schizophrenic afterwards. The fear was still attacking me and I saw gruesome images wherever I looked however getting up and moving seemed to get me thinking about something else. I battled this temporary insanity until the end, not sleeping the entire night.

That morning and throughout the majority of the part of the next day I was still having trouble concentrating and felt confused. I watched the drunk ps2 guy watching MTV’s Punk’d and was listening to Shannon Elizabeth say “First we’re doing Letterman, then the View, and then Regis and Kelly.” He then said “So is she gonna fuck them?” My friends and I wondered what became of the person we sold the tab to. Did the fear overwhelm him for not knowing what was happening to him?

When I got home I felt completely depressed. School was ending in 3 weeks and everything was going right but nonetheless it was the worst emotional feeling ever. This was definitely the worst part which is why I don’t think I will ever experiment with LSD again. Tripping was very different from how I expected it as it was MUCH more fast paced. In my opinion it was worth a try just to see how freaky my brain can get and it gave me a different opinion on reality and the human mind.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 43483

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 8, 2008	Views: 4,787

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:15
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 1:45
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 2:00
		 0.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 24:00
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Saint Patrick's Day.

Early in the evening I went over to a friends house, being broke and not feeling like drinking I was looking for some alternative. While helping to prep his house for a party he was hosting that evening, another friend who was there told me he had 4 hits of LSD left, and I asked if he would front them to me. He said that he would provided I dropped them in his presence. I agreed and took all 4 hits. Shortly after another friend called me and asked if I would like to go to his apartment as he had just moved in and didn't have anyone to spend the evening with. I gathered up some change and caught a bus downtown, the whole time feeling the LSD creep up slowly but surely. About 40 minutes later I reached his apartment building, we went to Safeway to get a few things, and I informed him that I had taken the acid, he was surprised and a little taken aback, as he had wanted to take MDMA that night. I told him I still fully intended to take the MDMA, and he told me he would buy a few pills for me, as it would undoubtedly come back around later.

We went back up to his apartment, and I sat down, and began drawing on my arm. I started something and continued up about halfway up my forearm. The designs were beginning to shift and change, warping further than I knew I had drawn. I decided it was probably best to stop so that I didnt end up with scribbles all over myself. Our friend dropped by quite drunk and sold us a few too many pills for less than we had originally agreed, we each took one and sat down to wait. My friend kept telling me I was nuts for what I was doing, but I was feeling quite good and having an awful lot of fun watching his carpet, walls and cieling crawl and swirl like multi colored mud.

About a half hour later we each took another pill. And 15 minutes after this I took another half, and he took another full pill.

He told me he had a bowl of hydroponic cannabis left over, as he had to submit to random UA's for work, which he gave to me. I smoked it out of a jury rigged contraption, a rather vile construction whose main consituant parts consisted of a sobe bottle. It is a gravity bong, but for some odd reason as far as I can figure related to the manufacture of the bowl the thing was at least partially vaporizing the weed used in it. It cashed the whole bowl in one hit, and kicked me quite squarely in the teeth.

From here the intensity of both the LSD and MDMA picked up quite rapidly and almost uncomfortably. I sat on my friends bed watching his head wrap continuously around itself, never ceasing, the perspective altered to look like an impressionist painting. The whole room was going berserk, and the MDMA was beginning to peak the middle of the LSD peak, I stopped talking for a period of time, I have no idea how long it lasted but it seemed like something close to an hour.

With all of the LSD I've done I have noticed that after a rather intense period following the comeup it falls into a comfortable plateau. Inside of this intense period speech is often impeded. This is aggravated by the use of weed, and this was no exception.

His new neighbor came over to meet him, and he told her what I was on, she kind of looked at me weird while I stood there silently. About the only person I would talk to was my friend, which did not happen much, but that was entirely fine, we were both quite into the music, playing anything from Hip Hop to Pink Floyd to Techno.

After the intensity dropped down we went over to his neighbors to talk and hang out. I poured myself a glass of vodka and drank it, feeling absolutely wonderful at this point. Talking was no problem and I began to socialize with the guests in the apartment as well. A few of the girl's friends were over including her brother, we talked, drank, smoked and listened to music. Eventually her friends left and me and my friend stayed to visit.

She had a small couch covered with pillows, all of different textures and fabrics. Sitting here, surrounded by pillows, with the most touch sense enhancement I have ever experienced was one of the post pleasant experiences of my life. We sat and talked for several hours, eventually my friend convinced his neighbor to try MDMA for the first time, and he gave her his last pill. We stayed and visited till it had kicked in for her, and stayed until it had fallen off a bit, eventually going back to my friends apartment to rest a little bit. We decided not to sleep, as we were both a little out of sorts and came to the conclusion that it was probably best to try to stick it out till nighttime as it was 7am.

The entire day, nothing would stand still.

Visuals persisted for almost 24 hours, quite noticeably, and stopped completely only after several days. When I stood up I would experience a significant headrush, but nothing un-manageable.

The entire day we hardly talked at all. My friends girlfriend stopped by, and we all went shopping at Safeway.

The entire day me and my friend communicated almost entirely with facial expressions and other non verbal means. We likely said no more than 15 to 20 words to each other all day. That night someone informed my friend that they could get Pink Playboys, he had heard that these were quite good and bought 5. He gave me 2 of them, took 2 himself, and sold one to his neighbor. That night was spent in much the same fashion as the last, although the headrushes had become quite nasty and I nearly blacked out once, still experiencing quite profound visuals. After taking the 2 pills they picked up again, likely a result of the MDMA synergizing with the remaining LSD. Eventually, I passed out on his couch, waking up the next day feeling almost ghostlike, and very tired, but otherwise no ill phyiscal effects or out of place mental states.

The next morning I woke up feeling almost normal, though things were still slightly off, which again is sort of normalcy for my experience with LSD.

Overall, it was the most intense drug experience I have ever had, and also in some ways the most enjoyable. At the same time though it feels as though something important was missing... It feels as though what I experienced was not whole, it was not what it should have been, like something else was intended but not delivered. I am curious to attempt this again with a different LSD source, and perhaps MDMA powder as opposed to pills, from a trusted source I know is quite pure.

I'm also curious as to what impact the method of consumption of the cannabis had on all of this. Other times when only smoking cannabis and using this device I have put myself out completely off of a very small amount of decent weed. I used a large amount of good weed that night, and I think it may have caused me to be overwhelmed to a point where most of my thought process shut down and I was merely observing everything as it happened around me instead of being directly involved, which is much more fulfilling.

All in all though, I have had more meaningful experiences with mushrooms, and I feel a great loss at the lack of high grade LSD these days, having never been able to experience 'good' LSD.

This experience seemed far more shallow than LSD on its own, though I feel that is probably due to the marijuana.

-MP

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52419

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 10, 2008	Views: 5,659

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 20 mg
		 insufflated
		 DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

We had a small house warming party at L's new place. L and I had taken 1 hit of these clear-yellow gel tabs. Not too strong, but a nice trip with good friends.

As morning approached, L and I decided to retreat to her bedroom to snort some DMT together.

I wieghed out 20mg each (we wanted to start low)

L snorted hers first. By the time I had wieghed out mine and snorted it, she was already lifting off.

One note about snorting DMT, be sure it is really clean. Ours was snow white and glistened. Looked like crushed up glass. Purity is important. Who wants to put garbage up their precious sinuses?

L and I layed on the bed for a short bit. I could feel it rising up. Then, like some one flicked on a light switch, it hit.

I do not have a solid recollection of all the events that transpired, but I do recall L saying I looked like an Alex Grey painting. I laughed and then she did as well. How amazing that he captures this experience so well in his art.

about 15-20 min into the experience, L and I locked eyes. At first if was as if they were negotiating some sort of network connection, then they just locked completely.

At this moment, the whole scene around me dissolved into colored lines all seperated in black space with just a single set of eyes in the middle. They werent hers or mine, just eyes observing the ever-present now.

This must has lasted for about a minute before we disengaged and reclaimed our own perspectives in our own bodies.

I confirmed with L that she had the same experience as I did. We were both truely astounded by this.

A little bit later, L told me she was confused and lost and needed help. I gently held her, helping to ground her and allowing her to relax and let go of whatever it was that was bothering her. The energy passed and we both rested until sleep came.

We woke up feeling well rested and quite hungry.

All in all, it was a beautiful experience.

Though there is very little literature on the subject, DMT is definitly active when snorted. The burn is pretty bad but it subsides quickly. We both had some residual sinus sorness the next day but nothing horrible (I've snorted far far worse)

I hope to experiment some more with this method, employing higher doses. I'm curious to also try 20mg again with out LSD, as I'm wondering how much of a difference it will make. Seems like LSD potentiates DMT quite a bit.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 61042

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 13, 2008	Views: 9,985

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DMT (18), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 2:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

Setting - Upper West Side of a bustling metropolis

Set – Feel great about myself and the world, enjoying my last summer before college.

Dosage - 2 hits LSD

Characters - Myself, J, Z, A, H, and K.

Everyone except for Z took their hits at ~6pm(T0) inside J’s apartment, and watched TV for ~20 minutes before going out. Once outside, we walked over to Central Park West to come up and wait for Z to get there, he took his dose on the way over to meet us. Started feeling it after about 10-20 minutes, and after ~45 minutes we were tripping lightly. The feel of this acid is so nice; it’s so calm, so serene, so warm. Absolutely no speediness, just a really really good feeling, like I'm in the arms of some benevolent protector.

Once we were up a bit K started to act a little crazy. I have known and tripped with the rest of the group for a while, this was my first time meeting K though. He was really cool, and completely insane. Not just cuz he was tripping, he’s actually kinda crazy, even spent a little time in a mental institution. It was cool though, he was entertaining, and he added a lot to the group’s trip. So we sat on a bench for about an hour, waiting for Z and a weed dealer, and laughing hysterically at the stuff K was doing, like having a two sided dialogue with a handball, talking about why ninjas are so cool, showing us some insane drawings he made, etc.

The weed dealer and Z showed up within 2 minutes of each other, so once we copped we walked into the park to smoke. We were all tripping pretty nicely by now (T+120), and our walk through the park was quite possibly the trippiest walk ever. The spot we were in looked like an enchanted forest, and there were literally hundreds, maybe thousands, of fireflies all over. I would look at one spot, and see dozens light up at a time, and they were ALL OVER THE PLACE. It really looked like there were little fairies flying around the enchanted forest, sooooo trippy. We got to a secluded place to smoke, and rolled up 2 blunts out of the ridiculously fat haze 20 we had just bought.

Smoking totally sent us into another dimension. I would take a hit, exhale, then like 3 seconds later it would hit me like a bat to the face, in a good way though. Colors and sounds coming out of nowhere, it was really cool. A few minutes after we finished smoking we all started peaking, and this is where the real craziness ensues. It was full dark now, and everyone but H and I had left the immediate area to go walk around or take a piss. We were talking about how hard we were tripping, how great this acid was, philosophizing, etc.

H starts talking about how he is melting into the bench. He asks me how much surface area I think he would cover if he completely melted into a 2 dimensional puddle of H. I wasn’t sure, and then he told me to think about melting into the bench. I looked up at the sky, thought about it, and immediately started melting into the bench. It scared the fucking shit out of me, because for a second or two I had absolutely no control, and I thought I was gonna completely melt. Here’s the best description of the feeling that I can bring up. My mind, in its altered state, was able to do just about anything, so my consciousness started to spread out from my body into the surrounding area. However, my body obviously could not change, so it felt like I was quickly dripping out of my body, and that’s why it was really scary. I was able to snap out of it after a few seconds, and I thought about the great thrill I had just received.

At this point something weird starting happening to my fingers. At first, little tendrils sprouted out from each of my fingers, and if I looked closely, each tendril was shooting out miniscule people. “Whoa, cool,” I thought, but it didn’t last too long. Then, and this lasted for the duration of the peak, my fingertips started to feel like they were made of goo. What I mean by this is, if I was touching something, and lifted my hand off of it, it felt like my fingers had merged with the surface a bit, and it was pretty gooey at the merging point. I told my friends about this, and they were all jealous. The visuals were awesome, both with eyes open and eyes closed. Synesthesia started kicking in about now, and sounds, smells, and feelings all started affecting my vision in a really cool way.

The arrival of some non cool type people made us decide to leave our spot, and to the dismay of the rest, J and Z really wanted to leave the park. They wanted to go to our friend’s place a few blocks away, chill inside, listen to music, trip out, etc. We eventually all agreed, because even though we wanted to stay in the park chilling inside sounded like a cool idea. On the walk out, me, A, H, and K got caught up standing around something on the ground, debating whether it was a frog, a peach, or a napkin. It was definitely not a frog or peach, so I stepped on it and squashed it. K shouted at me, “You killed the froggy!” and then we all realized it was none of the above, but a latex glove. At this point I realized we had been standing around this piece of garbage for ~2 minutes, I alerted my friends to this fact, and we high tailed it out of there.

Upon getting to our friend’s apartment, we found out that he was not home. We were gonna have to wait for a while, so I sat down on a stoop, put on my headphones, turned on my trippy playlist, and enjoyed some really intense cevs. So intense that after 5-10 seconds with my eyes closed, the entire outside world would disappear. I could not feel the effects of gravity, the atmosphere, couldn’t feel the steps I was sitting on, couldn’t hear anything but the music, I was just lost in a psychedelic, magical world that existed on the backs of my eyelids. I kept feeling like someone was doing something right in front of my face though, and even though there was never anyone close to me when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t stay like this for too long. Z started to freak out a little bit, he was getting complete ego dissolution. At one point, he popped up and said, “I’m Z? Oh god, I don’t know what I am doing. I don’t know who I am or what is going on…” We kept him calm though, and it not too much time he was completely fine.

Here’s where the most amazing part of this trip, and possibly all my other trips, happens. I don’t know if this qualifies as a real out of body experience, but it was certainly similar. The steps I was sitting on had a light at the top which was shining down onto my back. The sidewalk which my feet were on was pretty dark, so I could see my shadow on it. The way the light was, it made an exact outline of what I looked like from behind. The acid filled in the colors and details, and I was sitting there looking at myself from behind. This can’t be happening, I thought, but the image was still there after I closed my eyes, turned my head, even after I stopped to talk to my friends. Looking down at my self was sooo cool, I was turning my head, checking out how my hair looked in the back, and practically crying because it was so amazing. After a little bit, it felt like I was driving a car in a video game. I held my arms out as if to grip the steering wheel, and I was driving into the sidewalk at approximately 50mph, making turns and all. I did this for approximately 5-10 minutes, till our friend E got there, and we went into his building. I don’t think I’ve stressed enough how amazing this experience was, I am still in awe as I write this report.

It was really hot in E’s apartment, so we all went out to the backyard. Nothing really unusual happened here, just some trippy conversation, some smoking, lots of insanity from K, and we played with E’s really cool dog, Lika. Lika looks like a husky, except he has golden yellow fur. He is pretty big, and is a realllllllllly cool dog. I always love tripping around animals, this was no exception. He knew something was up, and chilled with us the entire time we were there. Eventually, we decided we wanted to get some food and go back to the park, so we left the apartment.

We walked to a deli, got some supplies, and went to Bellevedere Castle. We stayed there for about an hour, listening to music, talking, and admiring the view/weather. We were all coming down at this point, and we decided to go back to E’s. We smoked some weed, drank some 40s, played with the dog, and talked about the night’s events. A and I lived in different boroughs from the rest of the group, so we were staying the night at J’s. At ~3am, J said it was time to go, so we bid our friends good night (morning) and took the relatively short walk to J’s building. Once inside, we sat down for some food and TV. We got caught up in Kill Bill 2, and watched almost the whole thing. At ~4:45, we decided to go in the staircase to smoke a blunt, and then we came back for some more food and the conclusion of the movie. After Kill Bill was over, we started watching Spawn. We decided to turn off the TV at like 6:30, long after the sun had already come up.

It took a looooooong time to get to sleep, didn’t happen till at least 8 am. I decided not to go in to work at 9, and I slept till almost 1pm. We ate some food and smoked the last of our weed. J was going over to the east side to see his girlfriend, so I got started on my long trip home. I was still getting cevs on my ride home, and listening to music was really cool.

This was definitely my most intense trip, and it lived up to all our expectations. I am glad we were able to pull off such an amazing experience before A goes away, these are memories that will last forever. I am left with alottt of stuff to think about after this trip, I’m gonna go do that now.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44449

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 14, 2008	Views: 7,402

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 drop
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   11 kg

Setting: My candlelit bedroom, incense burning, Buddha images here and there.

Mindset: Post yoga, on a Friday evening. No one about to bother us, mobile phones off. Quiet room.

I texted Dan, around lunchtime: ‘Dude! I want to trip this weekend. Do you?’ I knew Dan had plans that night, and so was happily surprised when he pleasingly replied: ‘Fuck it. I’ll cancel my plans. See you soon’. We were on.

See, I’ve got this small vial, filled with the strongest acid I’ve ever had. It’s quite a treat. From the pipette I carefully plopped a drop of the magical lysergic onto the receptacle for the evening: a green fruit pastel. We both eyed the transformation of the acidic candy into the doorway into another dimension. The sweet was wet with acid as I cut it in two, we both swallowed the sugary lump down. Countdown had begun. I felt the patterned tug of my heart in my chest.

The start of acid trips are always, well, a bit odd. Pretending to be casual when really, on some level, I'm wondering which latent demons and horrors could come to plague me. Thankfully such paranoid thoughts were soon melted away as I lit up the candles around the room and turned off the light. Orbs of luminescence shone warmly about us, the sweet, thick aroma of incense lending a refined spiritual air to the proceedings. We felt safe, in my carpeted basement flat, and decided to draw up a plan for the trip. We followed this up with some meditation.

‘AUUMMMMMM’ blared from the stereo. We were listening to a guided meditation by 'Mr. LSD': Ram Dass. His knowing, commanding tones took us deep within, as the vibrations of the OM snuck deep within the marrow, deep within our psyches. We opened our eyes, as it finished, in a state of dewy wonder and newfound beauty. The candles glimmered around us, friendly fire, as we began another meditation. The world swayed and swelled around us.

This time, as we began the mantra, the resonance took on an other-worldly quality. The sounds stopped being uttered by me, and all the ‘me’ began dissolving into the now very colourful vibrations of the mantra. With closed eyes, each new syllable boomed with intricate, pixellated beauty; a firework display created by a lunatic Amstrad. Deeper went my consciousness, deeper into the mantra. All sound and thought now wept into a colossal whole, all sense of self, or of any concept, dissolved away into a crystal clear union of all. Tears were flooding out, at the awesome beauty of the universe, of which I now was.

Dan chanted deeper, and his voice sounded nothing like the one I know. Mine, when I came back to self-awareness, was not mine at all. I surrendered again and joyously crumbled back into the unity, into the Holy Moment. Beams of Technicolor Joy ribboned around me, waves of bliss becoming and dissolving into me. As the mantra session ended, and my eyes happened upon my room again, it radiated a simple, new found beauty. There was a humble charm even in the grain of my carpet. The carpet began to undulate and wriggle. We decided to go for a walk.

High up on Hampstead Heath we walked as angels might, elevated and beyond, but without any feeling of snobbery. Our consciousness seemed to span to the horizons. We were the pavement, the sky and the skinhead running past us. However, we soon had to bring the experience down into concept, fascinated as we were - which turned off the oceanic, unitive feeling somewhat. Nevertheless, the philosophical insight was fascinatingly sharp; 'crystal consciousness' was a phrase we felt fitting.

Back, a few hours later, in my kitchen, I laboured over making a cup of tea. My hands were swelling and pulsing. I could see the flow and ebb of the LSD in Dan’s eyes, and in that unearthly tremor the material seems to evoke within the musculature beneath my skin. Yellow light swelled up behind us as we looked, with a tragic-comic sadness at a faded old cookbook; ‘Ways To A Man’s Heart’, at which we wondered how the Housewife Generations put up with being so servile, so confined, for so little reward. How heart rendingly sad. But suddenly, through the waters of pathos, the bolt of humour struck us, and we fell about laughing at the group of ladies who wrote the cooking tome we had before us. They were named: ‘The helpful ‘8’ committee’.

The laughter and the acid united to produce the kind of hysteria that squeezes my stomach up, seizes me up; my face clenches as a fist, and all my body can do is double up, as the laughter possesses me and literally wrings me out. Tears flew down and we couldn’t speak for the poignancy of the comedy. I think I tore a muscle.

We drunk some tea, and from the corner of my eye, as I went more into the witness-mind; and as I spoke to him, Dan’s body began to disappear. I didn't say anything. Back downstairs again we smoked some grass and went into a deeper, longer meditation. Looking again for a holy moment, but I went deep into closed-eye vision of satanic demons, which proceeded to fragment up and divide, kaleidoscope-like, into other archetypes. These dark visions may have disturbed me, but I remained watching it, as if they were a river, and they soon passed and transformed into more palatable, still violently sexual, psychedelic scenes. Dan fell asleep and began snoring. Somehow this really impressed me.

Our comedown was really gentle; we had parachutes; for we employed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to see us through. The next morning we felt galvanised, spirited and strong. A hearty, greasy English breakfast re-charged us, and the afterglow has lasted ever since. A truly beautiful encounter with my favourite psychedelic.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44621

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 16, 2008	Views: 11,358

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LSD (2), Meditation (128) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), Group Ceremony (21)


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

		   T+ 1:40

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I am writing this in hopes that someone else may have experienced something similar during one of their trips. A very important aspect of this experience that sets it apart from your average lsd/marijuana experience is the intensity of fear and terror involved, and the 'realness' of the so called hallucinations.

Dosage and timing information: The 'hit' of LSD I took seemed to have slightly more than a single hit by a thin tear across another hit. May have been the corner, or bottom of the page. This coupled with the thickness of the paper made we wonder from the beginning just how much lsd was on the blotter. Start time=10:40pm on a Friday night. McDonalds, a quarter pounder with cheese and a coke, I hold the acid on om tongue for a breif moment, minutely dissolved, then swallowed after the meal. Drove to pick up friend from work, arrive home 1/2 hour later, nothing, no effects. 1 hour and 40 minutes later, thinking that the lsd was just paper, started smoking party bowl size hits of marijuana, good quality mexican seedless spicy smell, type ii. Me and friend devour about 1/2 oz of this weed within I'd say about 45 minutes or less. (which I thought was odd, usually we don't smoke quite so much, and especially so fast) My friend had taken his slightly smaller hit upon my arrival to his work to pick him up. Neither of us seemed to be high, just mildly which after smoking all that, seemed very strange to us both. Then slowly after well over a 2 hour delay, this lsd and weed mixture hit us both very powerfully. The first visuals were that of the gold fleck on the white kitchen counter and in the bathroom seem to be appearing onto the white background like small blooming gold flowers. Then doorways in the other rooms in the house seem to have strange unfamiliar dimensions. My friend appeared to have very strange dimensions and proportions, and now spoke a higher pitched voice. We were watching cable tv and every channel seemed to be way out of date. Everyone looked like they were from the 60's. They all had these colored sunglasses on and hippy clothes, tie die, patches etc. Even the news people looked like that. We we very impressed with this effect. Sounds were very fluid and seemed to come from every direction. My friend began to become frustrated with me because he doesn't like classical music, only heavy rock. We both like the rock, but he doesn't like classical, he thinks it's strange, or weird, or perhaps even a tad gay.

Anyway, this is how it all started. His face appeared to take on a much different look. very elongated and more stretched between the nose and the eyes. He bagan by insisting that we turn off the classical music. He made this happen from accross the room without a remote. My stereo was old and had no remote controll access at all. I tried to get another radio station and there was nothing but dead air.  It seemed that either the stereo tuner had failed, or worse, my friend would not allow it. I say this because when I accused him of somehow interfering with my stereo tuner reception, he seemed to behave as if he was in controll of much more than that stereo. He decided that we should listen to Led Zeppelin's 'when the levee breaks' and 'no quarter'. We listened to no quarter several times in a row, and then I wanted it to stop, so he walked to the stereo and turned it off. His appearance was beginning to look even more frighteneing by his expressions. I said to him, 'I think I'll call and see how my mom is doing, (this is because I was very much in fear at this moment, but I was trying to hide it) I called her and she answered and she soon understood where I was and told me to just be calm. Then her voice seemed to be getting more quiet until I could hear nothing on the telephone, when she came back on her voice was lower pitch and she and my friend both wer laughing at me. Not like it was funny, but more like 'do you realize what is happening to you?, we don't think you do.' They were saying that I should not have come around 'here' again, and that I had been warned by my 'friend' more than once about this. I quickly realized that what ever was happening seemed to be very, very real. My friend was saying things to me that he could not have known. Things I have never told any person, ever. It was like he knew 'everything' about me, and everyone else for that matter. My friend could also controll/turn on and off. The tv, telephone line, and stereo tuner reception. while sitting accross from me with both hands in plain view on the arm rests of the chair he was stting in. We were alone in the house. He had a $20.00 bill that he was 'stretching' like rubber! While he said to me, this is pretty stretchy stuff huh? he handed me the bill and it seemed to be just a paper 20 dollar bill, until I stretched it too! Other objects also took on strange and sometimes threatening appearances. Things seemed to have a clorfull slime covering random things.

Some people came by and their faces had patches of color in strange patterns on them. They also scared me. I thought that I had passed away but was still animate in a spiritual sence because I could no longer feel my body. My friend kept saying, have some water and lay down. I was afraid that if I layed down I would go somewhere else. Somewhere people went after they died. This experience seems to have more to do with the LSD making the marijuana have a much more intense effect. Infact, in such a way that it was almost as if the combination created a whole new type experience that is unattainable when both drugs are being used seperately. Also, on two other occasions I encountered other friends who's facial structure resemdeled in no way each others', until we were both  on this lsd/marijuana mix. They had that 'stretched' area between the bottom of the nose bridge and the lower baginning of where their eyes become visible on their face. This is the best way I can describe it. Much of what else happens while I had been around these particular people under this checmical combination seems to have been forgotten. I have taken the lsd with no marijuana and everything was fine, even while driving at night with another friend who was tripping, and then towards the end of the trip, after smoking some marijuana, my tripping friend seems to take on the same appearance as the above mentioned with a strange shaddow pattern all over his face, like that chrome flat metal on steel sidewalk covers, alternating embossed thick rectangular lines arranged in a grid cris cross pattern. Without sounding like a loon, it seems that these particular people while we are both on the lsd/marijuana combo, and are in the company of no others, (alone) become inhabited with some kind of what I would call 'bad, or malicious spirits' The drug combonation would not only suggest that this 'preception' came merely from the drug, but also from the fact that the other person was under this same checmical influence. It almost seems like some kind of psychic radio antenna inside us both brings us to a place where things are very alternate to what they are in normal consiousness. Things and people are all only negative, and no optimism exsists in this place. The remarkable thing about all this is that the other person seems to be almost completely unaware both durring, and certainly after these events have occured. Deniying that anything like the such had ever happened. Some were even aggresively defensive, or acted like I was crazy when I tried to explain to them what had happened, and what exactly I had seen, and experienced. These were a set of lsd experiences I had up until about 1989. Since then I have only experienced very blissfull trips in which I feel very safe, calm, and have much controll over the visuals. I feel very 'hindu-like' when I have these trips. I would call my last trips, 'beautiful' I'm not sure what was happening before with those other trips, but they were something that I would not wish on anyone.

Exp Year: 1984	ExpID: 13873

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 22, 2008	Views: 9,104

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Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Well I made a big mistake the other day that, luckily for me it turned out astonishingly well. I just acquired 6 hits of quite good acid that I was going to split and share with my girlfriend on a nice day. I woke up on Thursday morning and realised my mom - who was the one who could always tell I was on drugs - was in NJ and my dad was at work. We drop at 1:00 pm.

T+30 minutes: My brother, who is quite young still and I wasn't worried about, tells me that my dad is coming home at 3:00 so that he can be there when the COP comes to talk to my brother about why not to do fireworks (he was caught setting off fireworks at a school). Wow so this is awesome news to me, not only are we going to peak when my dad comes home but also we are going to be peaking with a cop in my house!!! Now the first time I did acid it literally took 2 hours to kick in and another hour to come up. Not this time though, it literally kicked in at a nice strength in under an hour. So we're like alright let's go outside! Cos it was a beautiful day outside.

T+1 hour: The walk was awesome, the clouds were swirling everywhere and everything was just beautiful. I, unfortunately had terrible anxiety and nervousness. I know though, that acid does this so I kind of disregarded it and tried to go with it. We walked around my block as the acid slowly crept up on us.

T+1.5 hours: We were already beginning to peak. At this point the clouds were thousands of swirling puffs and the sun was making everything shimmer in gold. The street was getting windy (visually) and narrower and the woods were much more accented and dense. It literally got to the intensity where I was starting to get a bit scared to walk in the street. I would get SO amazed by something that I would just wander off into the middle of the road and I sure as hell didn't want to get hit by a car. So I began walking on the grass. Naturally being in the grass of course makes it so that the hair on my arms begins to increase and I begin to acquire cat-like attributes. I am rolling in the grass very happily, yet kind of scared to go anywhere as now I am tripping balls.

T+2 hours: I touch my sunglasses as I'm holding them in my hand and close my eyes. Reality begins to unfold and I swear I was able to enter other dimensions and if I had stayed longer then experience time travel (that's what I figured out in my acid-head). Finally we realise we are kind of dehydrated as it's like 3:00 and about 95 degrees. I'm scared to go back to my house though because of my dad and the cop but we just wing it and start walking.

T+2.5 hours: This is where I really begin to lose it. I am being very over-stimulated by how bright everything is and also how hot it is and am naturally, starting to freak out a bit. The walk is very strenuous and I swear I am being pulled to the right, now entering a faster speed road by foot I am even more scared. Finally we get to my devious 300 foot long driveway surrounded by dark woods. I skeptically make it down the driveway and we go into my house. Everything is patterns and waving back and forth and nothing is how it was when I left it. Sweating like a fucking dog I slowly stumbled up the stairs into my room with my girlfriend. I am completely incoherent and can't make complete sentences or any decisions. I check the clock, it's 3:30. My dad isn't home and neither has the cop come. So I'm semi-relieved. All of a sudden, my dad knocks on the door. Now lucky for me he is a very naive man when it comes to me on drugs so he didn't even realise the fact my pupils were enormous and I was stumbling all over the place.

T+3 hours: We don't know where to go so we hide in my basement, I still feel overheated and terrified as shit. We venture back up to my room and all of a sudden I throw up in my hands. It was actually a very spiritual purge it was like throwing up my soul and then having it enter back into me again. Within about 20 minutes after I threw up things got even worse, I was not only filthy and dirty from vomit, but my dad was home and my girlfriend is freaking out too and since we were in my house she couldn't make any real decisions. We tried calling like 10 people in my phone because I really wanted to leave my house to get away from my dad, brother, and the this cop that was supposed to be here. Finally I got a hold of the girl who sold me the acid, a friend from a few towns over, I told her the story as best I could and she said she'd be right over with her girlfriend. After the phone call I actually begin to cool down and also calm down. The visuals are intense and I still am semi-incoherent but I am calm and have calmed my girlfriend down a bit, even though I give her TONS of credit for trying to calm me down the majority of the time.

T+3.5 hours: At about the time my friend and her girlfriend arrive we've actually went past the peak and plateaued at a VERY nice medium. The visuals were excellent but we were totally in control, it was as if the acid wasn't even altering are thoughts and we were just happy as hell. We chilled out in my room with my friends and she was telling the most intense stories. She was flailing her arms around and it made the most amazing tracers as anyone who's done acid knows, the tracers with your hands are just awesome. We had an awesome time with them, and we hung outside a bit later. The ants and bugs were awesome to watch as you'd see butterflys and there would be multiple ones (tracers) or ants walking with trails behind them.

T+? (at this point time was irrelevant and fairly dilated so I don't have accurate times measurement: My girlfriend and I went back to my room and just hung out and listened to the doors greatest hits really loud. I have an awesomely comfortable room with trippy posters everywhere. One of them had tons of faces in it and they all popped out at me. I have this spirally thing on my computer and if I stare at it for 30 seconds and look at something else, that something starts warping and moving. So we put that on and it literally brought the trip to a new level.

Another thing, associated with that, that I witnessed was that when I kept it on, it created a vortex around my computer in which colors from around my room and my computer wallpaper were being sucked into it and thrown out around my room. I vividly remember my girlfriend being enveloped in the colors from my wallpaper (purple, green, red, blue) being thrown across the room and changing the color of her hair. Another awesome and funny thing I witnessed was urinating. Every time I would pee I would watch as urine would come in a stream out of my belly button, penis, and knees. Urine would also flow (visually) over the sides of the toilet and down the walls. When I splashed water on everything, water started pouring down the walls.

T+?: My friend had bought us bubbles a few nights prior so we decided to play with them. The bubbles are incredibly beautiful and shine their colors and patters over everything. When one pops on me, I feel it all over my body. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Between the doors playing and my girlfriend and I so happy and having so much fun with everything it was just a marvelous experience. I was so relaxed and content and everything was just SO awesome. I wish I could have drawn what I saw but it was such an experience.

Overall: The experience turned out awesome. We even ended up going to see the new Willy Wonka movie at the tail end of our trip which brought the movie up to a new level. The only problem was our timing, it sucked, never do acid just on a whim. That was so unlike me as usually I plan out drugs very far in advance. Lucky for us the cop never showed and we calmed down fairly quick, but there was a little while where we were in pure terror. Scared shitless. I have had an experience with a hospital before so now whenever something goes awry on psychedelics death is always the first thing that comes into my mind. I was fortunate enough this time that everything worked out almost majestically but not always will I be so lucky. I just thought I'd share this experience as maybe people will be able to relate.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44878

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 29, 2008	Views: 7,419

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