		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 2:00
		 75 mg
		 insufflated
		 DPT
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

I began my first DPT adventure after having already ingested two hits of acid.  Three of my closest friends and I had been house sitting an elderly hippie’s house for the weekend, and decided to end it with a night of LSD.  After about two hours we were all just mildly feeling the affects when we decided to try some DPT.

E laid out the fine white powder on the kitchen counter. “Start out small?” F asked.  “Sure, let’s see where it takes us” E replied.

One line each, the first thing I experienced was the drip.  Nasty, plastic tasting glue in the back of my throat.  “Not feeling it?” E questioned. “Not yet” I answered.  “Well let’s try some more…..” F said hesitantly.

So much for starting small.  After the second line I began feeling the affects immediately.  “How much did we just take?” we all wondered.  I looked down at the tiled kitchen floor and watched as the tiles melted in and out of reality.  “Strong visuals” I muttered.

E ran to the stereo “I better put in some music quick……this is gonna get rough. We’re all gonna have to ride it out.”  Enter the music of the Talking Heads.  And so began my night in Dimension X.

Twenty minutes in: E walked into a different room, but I saw his head remain and drift toward me before morphing into indescribable shapes.  F began crying out “I’m dying! I’m dying!” When his girlfriend W rushed to comfort him, luckily she had snorted less than the rest of us.  F spent the rest of the night cowering before the toilet comforted by W.  I suddenly lost sense of where and when I was.

Forty-five minutes in:  After experiencing the most intense visuals of my life which included: Alternate worlds, lightning fast rivers of time and space, a sense of oneness with ultimate reality, and looking at E only to see my face on his body.  I must now mention that never in my trip did I experience any sense of discomfort as F had, although at times I wondered if any of us would survive the night.  The music took control of the flow.  Intense auditory hallucinations.  Voices.  Although I sat in a room alone I heard repeated tracks of E, W, and F in my consciousness. “Am I in heaven,” “I must be schizophrenic,” “I’m dying!,” “Where am I?,” “What is happening?” repeated over and over through my mind always in the voices of my comrades.

One hour in:  Suddenly every sensation was stripped from my, no vision, no sounds, no sensations whatsoever.  It was as if all reality was stripped from me except the tiny ember that was my consciousness, acting as the only anchor securing me while I drifted in Ultimate Reality.  It was during this time that I had the most meaningful experiences, and outlooks on my perception of reality.  The spiritual sensation of a tryptomine was alive again, similar to mushrooms only much stronger.  I continued floating in primordial bliss, in what felt like the birth of the universe for what seemed like years, although looking back it could have been anything from 5 minutes to an hour.

The last 2.5 hours: A slow and steady comedown.  Slowly I returned to reality, although I continually asked W “Where am I? What’s happening?” until I realized that I was under the influence of a powerful drug I had forgotten taking.  When we all stabilized we laid down exhausted from the experience and concluded that we all would like to try it again, in lower doses.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 57931

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 16, 2007	Views: 8,199

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DPT (21), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Well I've had a few different types of acid.  I've had blotter, geltabs, microdots, and liquid.  When I chose to trip, which was maybe once a month, I would consume about 4 hits of liquid on sugar cubes when I went out to a local rave.  I'd had some cool visuals like spotlights hitting the black floor and making it look like it was smoking.

That same night I even went as far as to try to draw the smoke coming off of my cigarette, the patterns created were so incredible.  It was a great time because I was with my girlfriend and other friends.  We were all there to support each other through both the good times and bad.

Then over this summer, eight of us piled in a van and were off to the World Electronic Music Festival in Canada.  We had a great ride there.  When we got there, there were some problems with the police there and we ended up having to wait 11 hours to get in, and missed the whole first night of the three day party.

Around 8 in the morning, we finally get in and set up the tent.  Right away as we are walking around, someone walks by and asks if I want any acid.  I ask what type and she says spidermans.  Now I'd heard that these were phenomenal, but I had my doubts because I thought that liquid was more potent than blotter.  I ended up buying her last 10 hits in two 5 strips and went over to surprise my girlfriend.  She was extatic.

Then the night comes and we're dancing to the sounds of our favorite happy hardcore DJ.  Right after his set, we decided to take all 5 hits we each had and did.  We then walked over and bought a drink, waiting in line about 15 minutes.  It was about another 15 minute walk back to our tent through the mud and the crowd.  We also had bare feet for fun.

While we were walking, it hit me like a truck.  I've never experienced anything so potent before.  One minute we were walking, the next it felt as if we had been walking for hours and hours.  As I looked down at the grass in the pale light, it looked as if the dim shadows were rising upwards, as if I was constantly walking uphill.  When I would step forward, I would realize that the ground wasn't a hill at all.  Well, I must have looked ridiculous walking around for a while because my friend laughed at me and told me it looked like I was attempting to walk up huge stairs which weren't there.

Then I looked over at my girlfriend who was also staring at the ground, so I knew she was having about the same reaction that I was.  We then decided the visuals were getting a little overwhelming, so we decided to retreat to our tent for a while.  Good thing we had brought an eight-person tent, we had plenty of room to spread out and move around.  We both lied down on the air mattress and began playing with the flashlight there.

It had rained earlier in the day and the water had soaked through the top of the tent.  As we shined the flashlight on the glistening streaks of water it looked as if the top of the tent was freezing over and over again.  After this was when things started to get ridiculous.

A few friends came back to the tent and we shined the flashlight on them as the talked.  I was getting trails upon trails upon trails at this point.  Their mouths and heads were moving hundreds of times after they were done speaking.  The words made no sense. I had to get out of there, so I got up and went on a solo journey.

I walked over toward the main progressive trance stage.  At the time I think the DJ Geezer was playing, who is obviously very old.  The stage had lights all around it which ranged all the way from light pink to dark blue.  I somehow moved way up to the front trying to ignore peoples obvious stares.  It made me afraid.

When I got up to to my position right near the front, I looked up and Geezer was up on a high pedestal and to me from my position and state of mind looked like God.  That's when my ears just went.  It was strange, the sounds seemed to make no sense to me anymore.  All that I could hear was bass about 80Hz and below, and high tones over about 10000Hz.  The middle tones sounded blurred together like one of those records with a hidden satanic message if spun backwards.  It was like a wave of roaring and blurred sounds, which started to drive me to the point of insanity.

Then I had to make my way back to the tent.  Of course I got lost and ended up wandering around for a while.  Some people tried to talk to me, but their words made no sense.  It was all that demonic whirling sound with constant bass hits and highs.  I was really losing it at this point.  I looked over at the trees in the distance and it looked like I was not only in some sort of movie, but it looked like the branches were appearing and twisting and bending sideways.  The sight was ridiculous, It looked like some sort of hurricane.  Everything had this sort of lquid looking substance around it because of the extreme trails I was getting.

Next thing I knew I had made it to the porta-potties near my tent and decided it was a good time to go to the bathroom.  I walk in to the bathroom and lock the door.  I go to the bathroom and as I'm going I stare down into the pitch blackness.  Suddenly whiteish-purple stars which resemble neurons begin to appear all around me.  I felt like I was frozen in place.  I couldn't move, they were everywhere.  I stood there for wat felt like an eterninty.

Then I heard a knock at the door which startled me and I opened it up and stepped out.  I saw what resembled my tent in the disance and began to walk that way.  I realized it was my tent and began to walk faster when I then tripped over someone elses tie for their tent.  I felt the fall in extreme slow motion.  It felt like I was flying just above the grass.  Then I came down on my face.  I got up and took a couple of steps toward my tent and I was there.

I went in and sat down next to a couple of friends who could tell right away something was wrong with me.  I couldn't comprehend what was going on.  I waved my hand in front of me to keep them away and I saw 100 hands following it.  My trails were ridiculous and everything was movie-like.  I tried to close my eyes and all I saw were patterns of flowing color, like a tunnel with patterns on the walls all around me.  I then forced myself to lie down and wouldn't let anyone talk to me or touch me.

I fell asleep for a while.  It was a strange light sleep.  I kept imagining I was in other places, like small scenarios were playing in my head.  It was like short movie clips of a strange variety over and over.  I then awoke when my girlfriend got back and she got me to come out and see the sunrise.  It was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever experienced.

My trip had gone from the worst ever to amazing while I watched the sun come up.  It turned me all bright and cheerful.  I greeted people as they walked by.  I carried on some long conversations which I don't remember the topics of.

To me this night was a turning point in my life.  When the trip turned bad, it made me sit back and look at my inner self.  I realized the strong points and flaws of myself.  I thought about my girlfriend and friends there with me and my realtionships with them.  I contemplated life in general, my past, present, and future.  While this trip was a bad experience for a while, I think that it wholistically turned out as an eye opnener for me.  Since then, I've been more tolerant of people.  I've appreciated nature so much more.  And I have a more positive outlook on life in general.

If you have read this whole thing, which I realize is rather lengthy, I'd like to thank you for taking a few minutes to read about my experience.  I hope that I have painted a good enough picture for you so that you can almost see the experience through my eyes.  Thanks again.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10435

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2007	Views: 7,307

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Last Friday I had the fun experience of trying acid once again. I was hanging out with my usual friends, and my parents were out of town for the entire weekend so I had planned to have a small group of friends come over and smoke pot, snort cocaine, and drink. Well I got news that we could get acid, a guy had 20 hits of blotter paper, so we went out and bought the entire sheet. I bought 2 hits of acid for 10$. I was kind of had a pessimistic outlook on it, because I had been ripped off before. But this acid was real, *very* real. I am very glad that I had not started out with 4 hits, as that would have been way to much for me - even 2 hits was a very visual, intense trip. Here's how it went.

At around 9:30 I took the acid, left it on my tongue for a while, flipped sides, then eventually chewed it up and swallowed it. All my other friends took the acid at various times. All of them took 2 hits, except one person who took 6 hits (a more experience tripper). When we got to my house, I just got ready to trip. I turned on my black light, and put on some Pink Floyd. 30 minutes or so later, after smoking a joint outside, things started to happen. I went inside and looked on my computer screen, my desktop picture (of the moon, starts, and nebula) was moving - as if it was a screensaver. It seemed as if the picture had different 'layers' to it, and each layer was moving a different way. The sun in the picture made me squint, even though it was not real - as if the picture was real!

Things started getting crazier and crazier every minute. We experience some confusion as to what was going on since everybody in my house was tripping - rather funny, we could not stop laughing not matter what we did. A little ways later, I went into my room alone when everybody else was in the living room, laid down in my dark lighted room with Pink Floyd playing and started at my scenic pictures on the wall. All of a sudden everything round the pictures disappeared and turned into black space, and the pictures seem to be '3D'. The frames of the pictures turned into fluorescent rainbow colors, and seemed to stick out, as if I could touch the back of the pictures on the wall. Truly an amazing sight. For no apparent reason I started laughing out loud, in my room, alone. The music sound *amazing*, Pink Floyd was truly made for tripping. Totally euphoric.

I then went to talk to my other friends. The guy who took 6 hits was totally out of it. He was going nuts, in a good way. All the wall paper on my walls, and just about every surface was either breathing or moving in some sort of weird way. We were outside for a bit when it started raining, and that felt very good. I could go on countless hours about the visuals I saw, which were so amazing, but I won't. I called a sober friend of mine, just to see what she would sound like while I am tripping. That kind of kept me in a 'peaceful' state of mind since I knew that everything was not going crazy, and that I will still come down when it is over which kept me in a good mood. She stayed on the phone for nearly 4 hours with me, listening to me babble on, even putting the phone down for 20 minutes straight at 3:00 in the morning! That is truly a good friend, as I know I was probably scaring her with everything I said, but she enjoyed talking to me while I was tripping and I did too.

I peaked and did some just plain weird things. I hid in my closet with the lights off for no apparent reason, then scared the living shit out of one of my friends who walked into my room alone when I jumped out, he screamed and nearly freaked out. Later, after we came down a little bit, me and a friend went outside and wrote 'trip' in shaving cream on a friends wind shield just to do something. The trip was amazing, highly visual, and euphoric - but the next day was horrible. I felt like I was 'out of it' the entire day. Probably because I got no sleep, and smoked a bunch of pot all throughout the next day. I was afraid to even talk to my parents on the phone because I would stumble on every word, but alas everything turned out fine when I woke up Sunday at a friends house and was totally fine and feeling good. I would repeat that any time, just maybe during the day next time, a little earlier, so I will be down at night time and be able to sleep at my normal weekend sleeping times so I would wake up in the morning actually feeling normal enough to talk to authority if I needed to.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 16839

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 27, 2007	Views: 5,735

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Hangover / Days After (46), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 1:45

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 2:45

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Several friends and I had planned on tripping after classes on Friday, and since none of us got out of class later than 3, we all decided to dose at around 2:30 and then meet up.

2:45 - I was in a good state of mind.  This was only my second time tripping, and although my first time was a little weird, I felt that this was going to be different.  It was a beautiful day out - sunny, about 75 degrees, Friday.  I took my one and a half hits and went back to my dorm.

4:00 - I was starting to feel the effects, so I went to meet my friends.  We walked the short distance to the city park to take in the scenery.  I was also feeling a little edgy, and decided that it would be a good idea to smoke a bit when we got there to settle into the trip.

4:30 - We get to the park and find an amazing spot to smoke - right at the top of a lake that ran down a bed of rocks, hidden away in about fifty yards of trees.  After smoking, we were all feeling really good about our trips, and we went to the grass to lie down and chill for a bit.  Everything was shifting - especially the clouds.  They were huge, perfectly white, billowy clouds, and there were shifting fractal patterns extending from the edges of them.  We were all lost in our own little worlds, watching the grass grow (it really was!) or whatever images our minds decided to project onto the backs of our closed eyelids.  Everything was going great - much better than my first experience with LSD.

5:30 - Four of us (out of eight) split off and started to smoke more.  They thought that they had picked out a great spot, but they were really just fourty feet or so away from a major road.  After a cop drives by twice we decide that it's a good time to head back to campus.

5:45 - Everything is still going strong, and four of us walk around campus on our own, talking about everything that we're thinking about and seeing.  All is well in the world for the next several hours.

7:30 - Still peaking, but it's getting a little edgy as the skies turn dark.  We decide to smoke.  We headed behind one of the dorms to one of the better known smoking spots on campus, and just as we start a cop walks around one end of the building.  Two of the four of us run, J and I stayed there and got taken into the campus police station (side note - these are real police, not rent-a-cops or anything).

7:45 - By this time they had tracked down the 2 of us who had ran, and the four of us are sitting in a police station getting interrogated.  They thought that there was something up since two of had ran.  They were right - J and I had leftover blotter in our rooms.  The school has the right to search our rooms whenever they want, and J and I both had our stuff in places where it would have been found.  We were still tripping hard, but we knew that we had to make sure they didn't check our rooms

Conclusion - We were in the station for two hours.  Through all of their questions, all of the mugshots, all the searching, and all the evil I could see in this officer's face, neither J nor I said one word.  The other two were fumbling over what they were trying to say, and they both ended up having their rooms searched.  Because J an I were silent, we think that the cops thought that we were followers - just along for a smoke out of peer pressure or some crap like that.  Earlier in the interogation the cops had said they were going to search all of our rooms, but they didn't.  The key to dealing with police is to STAY QUIET.  The more you talk, the more potential slip-ups you're going to make.

My school is trying to rebuild a reputation shattered by alcohol and drug abuse, and there is no doubt in our minds that had they found the LSD they would have written an official police report.  Instead, they let our school's judicial administrator deal with us.

The experience in the station was a horrible one.  I was freezing cold the whole time, and I was in a very, very bad mental state.  I was overwhelmed with feelings of anger and hatred because I was being arrested for something which I felt was not even close to a crime.  Since then I go through paranoid episodes if I see police when I'm doing ANYTHING I know I could be written up for.  Whether it's smoking pot, speeding, or even J-walking, it happens.  I just wanted to post this in hopes that it can help guide people in the decisions they will make or the experiences they have gone through.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10688

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 26, 2007	Views: 10,822

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LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : General (1), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I saw something about Snow White the other day and it got me to thinking about my first acid trip. I was 16, and had recently just begun my venture into the world of drugs. Of course it all started with that horrible 'gateway' drug, marijuana. I always scoff any time I hear someone say that, but that's pretty much how it went down for me. I'd been smoking the dope for awhile and was ready to try something new.

My friend Kevin and I were getting ready to go to a Cavs basketball game with my dad, and he had a couple hits in his pocket, and suggested I try one. This was in the days before pyramids and geltabs, microdots and every other kind of acid technology would later come up with. Those forms were supposed to be 'cleaner' but never seemed to pack the punch that I got from paper. Good ol' fashioned white blotters. Best 5 bucks you'd ever spend. And to think, all these kids are going crazy today over X, spending as much as $30 a hit to get one tenth the buzz.

I didn't know much about acid or what to expect. That was probably for the best. Kevin just said it would make me laugh and I would see some cool stuff. Sounded good to me. What could possibly go wrong? He said it would take about 30 minutes to an hour to kick in. It was about a 40 minute ride to the arena, so I figured we'd arrive, find our seats with my dad and then Kevin and I could wander around the arena just as it was kicking in. No big deal, right? I had no idea what was in store.

Much to my surprise, my dad decided to stop off on the way for dinner at a local restaurant. Unexpected. This meant I was going to be sitting at a table right across from my unsuspecting father right as this awful drug was kicking in. We rode to the restaurant in complete silence, my dad driving and myself in the passenger seat. About half way there I began feeling cold and my leg started to shake. This overwhelming feeling of 'I know something you don't know' came over me. I dared not turn around and look at Kevin in the back seat. Just try and stay focused. Finally we arrived at the restaurant. We got out of the car. I looked at Kevin and he looked at me, at which point the silence was broken when Kevin said with a straight face 'pretty fuckin' funny, huh?' We both broke out into hysterical laughter.

We somehow managed to make it through dinner, trying as best as we could to conceal that fact that our brains were tainted by psychotropic hallucinogens. Not an easy thing to do. Ever seen Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas when Johnny Depp tries to act normal while talking to the desk clerk in the hotel lobby? I can only imagine what my dad was thinking. We arrived at the game to see the sloppiest first quarter of basketball I've ever seen. The Cavs were playing the Orlando Magic, and it was like watching the Washington Generals vs the Washington Generals.

Several minutes went by without either team even getting a shot off. Turning the ball over, players falling down and tripping over each other, throwing the ball out of bounds. This was pure torture. I wanted to laugh so bad tears were coming down my face but seeing as there was nothing that a normal person would consider funny about the situation I had to hold back. My dad kept asking me if I was all right. I could only hunch over and pretend to have a stomachache. This was simply too much. It was time for Kevin and I to get out of there before my dad started to think something was up.

We began to walk around the concourse. As we walked we both saw a strange boy, probably a few years older than us. Not sure if he was tripping too or if he had before and could tell we were under the influence and wanted to mess with our heads, but he stared directly at us with his beady little eyes and stuck his tongue out. Now what we saw was one of those big lizard kinds with the forked tongue. That was the first part of this experience that really freaked me out. I can only assume that he actually existed since we both saw him. A bit stunned, we continued on our way.

We decided to stop and get some ice cream cones. The ice cream at the arena is soft serve, so we decided to get 2 large cones, chocolate and vanilla swirl. The cones were always fairly large, but on this particular day, who knows, maybe it was the drugs, but they seemed to be about 2 feet tall. We walked down the concourse with our ridiculously large ice cream cones, when suddenly we hear a voice from above - 'STOP!'

We froze dead in our tracks. Had someone somehow found us out??? We awaited our fate breathlessly. Then the voice spoke again. 'Everybody Limbo!!!' Suddenly we realized it was the public address announcer and limbo music began playing throughout the arena. Here we were, doing the limbo on acid while carrying 2 feet tall ice cream cones. Once again we broke into hysterical laughter. We decided to saunter upstairs and see what the world was like up there.

As we got to the top of the escalator, I noticed a balding fat man wearing a trench coat. This character was suspicious to say the least. He headed straight for us. He inched our way until he was standing about a couple feet away from me against the wall. He slowly turned his head and said 'pssssssst' Now this time I thought surely someone has found us out for real. This guy knows what we're up to and he wants to either expose us or join in the fun. Now I'm not sure if this guy was just slow but what he said next left me momentarily speechless. In an eerie whisper he leaned over and said 'where'd you guys get the icecream cones?' Not sure what the big secret was, or why he felt that he needed to whisper, but once again we broke into hysterical laughter.

We got back to our seats just in time for the half time show. It was the Cavs wheel chair basketball team. Now there is nothing funny about disabled people, but under the circumstances this was almost too much. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more and was about to lose it another voice came over the loudspeaker. It was an advertisement for Disney on Ice and a tiny sounding Disney voice said at what seemed like a million miles an hour 'sleepyhappydopeygrumpysneezybashfuldoc!!!!' What I heard was more like 'stumpy lumpy dumpy grumpy wheezy trash-ho cock' I choked back my laughter. My dad turned and looked at me and again asked if I was ok. I again hunched over and pretended to moan in pain. The rest of the game/trip was more of the same.

All in all it was fairly pleasant for a first trip. Probably best that I didn't know too much about the drug going in. Otherwise I might have been a bit paranoid. My second trip did not go nearly as well. Not knowing much about acid I of course didn't know about acid hang over either, and I was able to parlay it into a sick day from school the following morning. I slept like a baby.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 34097

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2007	Views: 7,400

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 1000 ug

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

[Erowid Note: Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]

I am a certified 'psychonaut' I took about 500 LSD, and other trips between the ages of 13 and 35 (I'm 36).

THE TRIP

The first trip was perhaps the most intense. I thought I had been ripped off and went to the movies at the University: 'The Point', which is probably LSD influenced. About 20 min. into the movie I found that it was amazingly intense and realized SOMETHING had happened and I wondered if anyone else realized how 'different' I was. I got lost in the movie, like a waking dream. (a double feature).

On the walk back home on a warm summer night in upstate NY I had an archtypal ego-loss experience. I looked up at the peacefull night sky and felt that I had been walking forever and would be walking forever. Timeless and wonderful, yet scary. In reality it was about 10 NYC sized blocks. I had a vague sense that I had had a life before, but it seemed like a dream. As I walked up to my front door, I put my hand on the handle, wondering if I was really allowed to do this, and walked in - !! My parents and about 20 folks were inside playing folk music! Perfect! I felt grounded again.

THE CONVERSION EXPERIENCE:

I was, at the time (nearly 14), a total slob/geek who did not understand the concept of excersise. My room was a hideous chaotic mess at all times! I took one look at the room, and one look in the mirror and thought 'this won't do.' I cleaned my room immmaculately, and put most everything at right angles. I trew out crap I had had since I was tiny. I scrubbed, dusted, etc.

I finally fell asleep, convinced that I would not be 'me' anymore, an obsession that continued for years, by the way. Having experienced the unreality of the personality, I became frightened of losing myself. Anyway... The next day I woke up and I was 'me' again, except not quite. I did not know it at the time but I had an overnight 'personalityectimy'. I have been meticulously clean, orderly and nicely dressed since that time. I also went jogging for the first time that day and have enjoyed excersise greatly since that time.

This first trip was the most benificial, if not the most pleasant. If you are a 'beginner', rather than obsess on drug use, I suggest learning to meditate. Meditating on LSD, BTW, once one knows how, is amazing, but I have come to believe that it makes it harder to do on a regular basis without the drug.

'LSD can make you meet Jesus, but you cannot stay there that way. With meditation, you can.' Baba Neem Karoli from 'Be Here Now' by Ram Dass. Which I should have read BEFORE the acid!!

Happy Trails

Exp Year: 1979	ExpID: 23087

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 5, 2007	Views: 8,283

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Health Benefits (32), Retrospective / Summary (11), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Until now I had never triped on acid before. I had wanted to for years now but I could not find it anywhere. After trying it I couldn't believe of the power this drug has.

It was a Friday afternoon, warm and sunny. Me and friend J has planned to pick up some acid today. We met up around noon and took the half hour ride to the town were J's dealer was located. When we got there J ran in and came out 5 minutes later. We drove off and then pulled into a gas station nearby. He told me to pump and pay, and which I did. When I got back into the car he was examine the acid. It was wrapped in tin foil and inside the foil were 10 small pieces of blotter paper which had a design of a sun and rainbow on them.

J took 1 of the blotter and stuck it in his mouth. He wrapped the rest of it up and drove off. About 30 minutes later we were back in are home town. J pulled in to his house and we went in up to his room. 'The acid works' he said. J told me he was feeling the effects hitting him.

J was an experienced tripper, but me on the other hand had never done it. I had been worried for a small portion of the day on what to expect and if I would have a bad trip, but after talking to J and him telling me to just go with the flow, think positive, and remember it is just a drug, I felt better. Basically for the next few hours we sat around, I played on the computer and he sat on the floor toying with a yo-yo.

'Feeling better now' J remarked. I was feeling better about things now and was ready, I wanted jump into the world of lsd. 'Its time to really trip he said' He told me by judging what one hit had done to him, that I take atleast 3 hits to really start tripping. He unwarped the foil and handed me my 3 hits. He took 3 more hits out for him and dropped em. I dropped the hits right after him. They had a bitter taste almost like vinegar or licking a penny or something.

About an hour went by and I hadn't felt anything. J had began to trip already and I worried something may be wrong. I got off the floor and went back onto the computer to browse the internet for awhile. I got bored of it really quick, and began to mess around with the paint program. Again I got bored of it, and began to find myself very restless. I got out of the chair, feeling in the mood to walk around. I walked around looking at the posters on the wall then down at J. J was sitting there on the floor still and looked at me and began to laugh. I laughed back then cut it short. 'Oh shit' I said out loud.

I could feel the acid start to effect me. I felt very giddy and happy, fuzzy and a little strange, like begin disconnected from the current world. It worried me a little but the happy giddy hyper mood I was in didn't make it matter to much and so I began laughing again. J joined in on the laughing, and we had to be laughing over nothing for at least 5 minutes straight. After that I sat back onto the chair. I sat there and looked at everything in the room. 'Wow' I said.

Everything in J's room was very sharp now, as if everything had a huge epic story behind it. Each object had a birth somewhere in a factory or workshop in a country and has worked it's way down the complex chain to J's room. My vision by now had become very foggy. Things were twinkling in the corners of my eyes, and I had a very strong body high by now. My mind raced with thoughts, anything imaginable would come across my mind. Anything I looked at could have made me ponder for hours on the origins of it or it's use.

J had been sitting on the floor and had gotten up now. He was staring deeply at a poster on the wall. My attention was directed to the poster. Everything seemed to move in it, the serpent, the waves, the ship, as if at the time an epic battle had begun. 'Do you see that' I said to J. Yea he murmured, as if his attention was directed more onto the poster then reality.

By now the trip had really began to take off. After looking away from the poster I noticed how much I really was tripping. The room seemed to dance in movement, even tho everything really was sitting still. I heard all sorts of noises that didn't make sense with the atmosphere. It began to confuse me greatly. The noises increased and i became very confused. His room had been depleting from around me. Everything was fake. Evrything was just a mirage, and so was I. I only exist until the point I realize I'm just a mirage, and then I vanish. I sat there waiting for me to vanish out of existence.

I was very scared at the time. Just let it happen I thought. The chaos of the room grew, and I began to freak out. 'What the hell' I yelled. I seen J come over to me. I was scared to look at him, but the thought of him made me think of him, and now he would disappear of existence. He walked over to me. He look like an alien, something I had never seen before, his face morphed into stretched out shapes and fickeled colors. He reached to me, and I put my hand out, yet it seemed to go right into me, and he pulled out real quick. Suddenly the noise stopped.

'The music was way to loud' he said. Ok just the music, it was only the radio the whole time not my mind, the drug had made things distorted that all. I stamped that into my mind, but the sight of the room made me scared it would repeat. 'We need to leave' I told J. 'OK' J said and we both walked out. It occurred to me as we went down the steps, neither of us knew exactly were we were leaving to. At the bottom of the steps J stopped turned to me, and said something. It made no sense at all. I said 'What' but his reply still made no sense. 'Oh shit' I thought accidently saying it out loud. Now what? I felt as if we were trapped in a void, we could not communicate cuz we were from 2 different planets. We would stand there like cavemen for ever trying to communicate. The feeling of the fake reality had returned, and I began to get worried again.

Finally I pushed J, and he began to walk. He went out the front door and onto the porch. The outside world was totally different. It was bright, warm, sunny, beautiful day out. The sky danced in colors, the ground moved in flowing waves, the houses around us had a perfect cheery look to them. It was total bliss and I wanted to be there forever. 'Stop' I yelled. 'Lets chill here' J turned around and sat on the step. My mind raced again, and 2 thoughts replayed in my head that I remember most. First was the thought for some reason that the acid had fried J's mind into a caveman state. He just moved around not talking, and sticking to primitive moves. It prolly would have made sense if I was sober, but now to me J was just a mindless drone. Not worth even talking with, I didn't want to be a guide for mindless nothing. The second thought was the surroundings. They slowly went from total bliss, to a creepy state of happiness.

I began to feel uncomfortable out there and wanted to go inside. Forgetting completely about J I stood up and went inside. But had trouble getting in. I could not open the door, I had forgot how to. I stood there not knowing what the hell I was doing trying to open the door, until J's mom appeared standing there. She said something but it came out in fast noises that I did not understand. I looked up at her and smiled and went in brushing her out of my way. When inside I had the feeling she was staring at me from behind, and I turned around quickly. She had been outside, and I worried if J was involovd with her.

I sat down on the couch and watched tv. The words made no sense, and everything on the tv seemed to jump livly kinda like watching a 3d movie with those blue and red glasses on. The couch, very confrotable at the time, had felt like it was eating me alive. I sunk deeper and deeper into it until I called out for help. J's brother, who knew we were tripping on acid, told me I was fine and to watch tv. I look at the tv and watched as it danced with life and color, gazing onto the screen almost as if I was controlling what happened on it with my mind. This amazed me and I must have spent hours staring at the tv 'controlling it with my mind'.

After awhile I felt myself return back to reality. Slowly things began to make sense and reality began to come back to me. I glance towards the door and it was dark out. 'Damn I wonder what time it is' I said aloud. I was still speaking my thougts aloud on accident. I could still feel buzzed, when I got up to walk, I felt wobbly and dizzy, tracers still frizzed around, but I knew I was for sure coming down off the acid.

My mind was in a total jam. It felt warped, as if I had been through this loong mental chaos, as if I had lost my mind and just got it back still confused as if I was tripping or not. But then I realized I pretty much had been thorugh it.

About an hour passed an J emerged from upstairs. I guess when I was peaking on the couch I had not noticed when J came inside, or really when it had changed from light to dark outside, or when J's brother had fell asleep on the couch across the room. My buzz was going away fast, and J said he was still tripping a little bit but was coming down also. About an hour later I found myself dozing off on the couch and soon after fell asleep.

The next morning I reflected on my experience. It was crazy, deff different kinda experience. I enjoyed most of it but some was a little negitive when the confusion was strong. Yes I would do it again.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 24343

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 7, 2007	Views: 5,455

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LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 3 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

This was my first experience on a psychedelic substance. I've used weed for awhile, and read up on how L.S.D. worked, so I was prepared for the worst. Before the trip I had a brother pass away but I was done mourning his death and accepted it.

My friend 'F' dropped 2 hits of liquid on a sweetart candy, wrapped it in tin foil, put it in a film container, and gave the bad boy to me after school.His only words of advice? Don't do it alone.Well I thought he meant not to trip alone, meaning be with someone else, and that someone else would in the future be sober, meanwhile I would be taking the whole 2 hits 'alone'.

12:00-So school got out at 12:00 because it was a teacher workday or some school oriented hypocrisy. 'F' disappeared and wasn't seen again until after the day was over. Anyways I walked with my friend's 'P', and 'K' to k's house. I was so excited about the score that I couldn't wait to tell my friends on the walk. I show them the sweetart, and they laugh telling me I should wait to take it. I agree, and I also agree to smoke some bowls. After a haze of three massive lung draining bong bowls, my friends start to reconsider the fact of me taking the hit.They want me to trip since 'K's guardians are 'cool', and they won't mind if they see me trippin' balls. K is also experienced with sitting people on drugs.

1:00-Without hesitating and eagerly stoned and ready to flow, I decided it was time. I took the tart around 1:00 p.m., placing it under my tounge patiently waiting for it to dissolve. Within five minutes it dissolved and I couldn't taste anything but the orange flavor the sweetart produced. 'P' had to go home at 1:30, and I started feeling a coldness engulf my body slowly. As 'K' and I we're just wasting time sitting on his couch watching t.v., a music video came on that, someone, somewhere had to have put on because they knew I was starting to trip. The music video was by Soundgarden and it was called 'The day I tried to live'. Great song but horrible video to see while tripping. My friend was starting to crack up watching me and because he knew the video was fucked up also. I asked him 'Are you seeing what I'm seeing', and he said 'Yeah' that made us crack up!

2:00-After the video was over I simultaneously felt my brain slowly spiral, and melt into the back of my neck, and I magically shrunk into an ant sized human.During this state of physical and visual awareness I realized how big everything was and that 'K' looked like a grizzly giant human! I had to do something.My natural response was to snap out of such a powerful hypnotic trance. Using all of my spirit, mind, and soul I was able to break free from this life changing experience. 'It hit me', I shouted and stood up frantically pacing around in a circle trying to figure out what to do. 'K' instantly knew I was frying so he tried to console me telling me that it was just the acid, but I had so many thoughts racing, about my brother, life, death, the universe, humans, past, present, the future, good, evil.

I saw my family, and they were happy, especially my brother. I needed something to drink or do something other than watch t.v. I was about to break down and lose everything. It was so synthetic, the inside of his house felt synthetic and materalistic. The visual part of the acid slowly started to creep in again because I noticed how the walls were breathing with me. I'd inhale and the walls would change purple and come towards me as if they were going to touch me, and exhale they'd go back to normal size. This was calming me down, which might be suprising but in the insanity it helped me keep my breathing rate normal, or at least what I thought was normal. We decide to go outside, and I stumble in his backyard.

3:00-4:00 Gazing at the sky I realize that everything natural outside was so beautiful and awe inspiring that there has to be a God..The clouds had a Yin Yang effect with dark nasty evil clouds on one side, and bright and peaceful clouds on the other. I was standing right in the middle. I felt a mind force that just had to have been a greater being.This would have to be the climax of the trip.

5:00-Now what happens when we go inside to drink water was the most incohrent part of the trip. We try and talk to 'K's parents as they just came home and so did his little brother and friends. As 'K's mom started talking, a lizard like tounge would slither out from her mouth and lick her face, exactly like a lizard would do in 'reality'. I was so entranced in this that I didn't even notice if she was asking me a question or anything.This really scared me so I wanted to walk home, and I told 'K' but he told me I couldn't walk all the way back to my house which was about 2 miles away. But he tells me that his mom can give me a ride to my friends house who lives about a mile away.

5:30-We leave and the car feels like a submarine, the windows looked like semi-bubbles pushed inward. And my ant trip dawns in again, and I think wow this is a crazy first trip on acid. K and his mom drop me off at my friend 'D's' house and I immediately told him I was tripping. Obviously he asks where he could get some, but I told him that this was the last two hits my friend had in his vial but I might be able to get some horrid paper:) D loads a bowl and we walk into a field behind his house. I look at the clouds again but this time they have small tracer points on them and when I move my head they follow the direction. I smile big and wide knowing that the insanity is finally coming to an end.

7:30- 'D' drives me home and we talk about how infinite life is and the human body is just an instrument, the spirit is the main force. It all depends on your outlook. We finally get to my house and I go directly to my room because my parents are asleep and I wouldn't want to bother them in the state of mind I'm in now. I slowly slide under my blankets. My eyes are open this whole time, and they won't shut because they are watching the Revolutionary War. The t.v. must've of been on with the mute on and a storm was brewing outside. I remember cannons being fired and people yelling 'charge!' I was utterely blown away by a raw hallucination.

Peace

Ydoc

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 24308

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 5, 2007	Views: 5,400

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LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated

		 LSD

		   repeated

		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I recently began to experiment with hallucinogens. I have done LSD 7 times and mushrooms 3 times now. All of the experiences have been positive, although I wish I would have tried mushrooms before LSD. LSD is a much more hard drug than mushrooms and my shroom experiments seemed insignificant compared to my LSD trips. My doses for shrooms were from 2.5-7 grams and lsd from .5 of a hit to 1.5 hits. I have decided not to take large doses of LSD as my friends who do LSD, quickly increased their dose and now complain of tolerance. The next time I trip with a friend I will definitely increase my dose to 2 hits, but for now 1 has been fine. Tonight I'm planning on taking 1 hit, this being my first trip alone.

In the past month I have had 4 flashbacks. I had none prior to this, although the first time I did LSD was 4 months ago. My first flashback happened while sleeping. I remember thinking I had just awoke in my bed. Getting up, I noticed a huge design on my wall, a red viny square. The vines seemed to be moving around the square perimeter. At this time I felt as if I was on LSD and knew I was having a flashback. Not only was I hallucinating but the high was evident as well. This is all I can recall of my first flashback although I remember feeling as if I had awoken from the flashback, only to realize I was still sleeping and being swept into another flashback. This happened several times before I finally woke up. During the flashback I felt a little frightened, but upon waking up and thinking about what had just happened I felt fine.

My second flashback also happened while sleeping. I can't recall much of what happened during this experience, much like the first flashback. The same thing happened, I felt as if I was awake as the LSD high swept over me. All I remember was my lamp, which is actually in the opposite side of the room  from where I was, was on my dresser and biting me. I then unplugged it to stop it from biting me but it continued. This flashback was a little more frightening but again, upon waking up I felt fine.

A few days ago me and a friend decided to pick up some bud. My school had recently been under investigation by a nark posing as a student and busted 9 drug dealers and scared most of the other dealers out of their jobs. Bud has been quite dry so I haven't smoked as much as usual lately. That was most definitely the reason I had gotten a lot higher than normal off of quite a normal dose of 1.5 gs to be shared between me and my friend. I also have learned it's much better to hold in your hits until the pipe comes back to you, definitley increasing my high as well. Once the weed was done we went to his a room, a room I have tripped on LSD before.

I started to notice his very colorful wall paper started to glow and I even noticed some colors that I had never even seen on his wall paper before were standing out. Everything seemed quite normal and I didn't think I would be having another flashback, until the colors on the wall seemed to be moving and blending together, as they had while tripping in his room. At this time I told my friend I was seeing shit on his wall and he told me my pupils were dilated. I did not know that pupils became dilated during a flashback? During this flashback I did not feel frightened. Probably because I was awake and in more control. After a minute or two of moving colors, things gpt even more weird. When I looked at my friend, he looked exactly as he did when I looked at him on acid earlier. I can't explain the way he looked except that he looked small and he's 6'5'. His room looked very large, even though it's small and I felt tiny.

Two days later me and the same friend picked up 2 grams of some wonderful smelling blueberry bud. Again, we went into his room feeling quite high. I felt tired so layed down looking at his ceiling. Theres a water stain on his ceiling from rain and the stain started to take the shape of many worms crawling out the ceiling. My eyes dilated again and colors seemed brighter. I was half asleep during most of this flashback and noticed many closed eye patterns, much more intricate than the usual visuals anyone sober will see with closed eyes. As well during this flashback I remember seeing green and purple patterning over everything reminding me of shrooms. I have never heard of anyone having flachbacks due to shrooms, but these patterns were not acid-like and I had seen these exact patterns while on shrooms before.

All of my flashbacks have been positive experiences. While sleeping the flashbacks were much more intense, but more frightening. While awake the LSD high was not evident but it was evident of patterns and movement of colors. These experiences have not changed my thoughts on LSD, and I will continue to experiment with this wonderful drug.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 11969

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 10, 2007	Views: 11,023

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 8 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

I had done acid 8-9 times previously and was looking for an absolutely mind-bending experience, so while with a couple of friends (who took 2 doses each) I took 8 doses of some pretty good liquid lavender. First trip effects were sliding visuals and auditory hallucinations about 20 mins after dosing. After about an hour I am having full blown sliding visuals, then it gets fun.

My vision becomes mirrored, in the left half of my vision I see what is actually occurring (kinda) and the right side of my vision is an exact mirror image of the left. I am living in deja vu for about an hour, everything I see and hear has happened to me before. Then I feel tingling. I look down and my skin is crawling with centipedes. I convince myself that there are no bugs and the tingling finally subsides.

Then, my friends and I decide to take a walk down an unpopulated path, my legs function fine but instead of seeing the path and surroundings I am seeing the primordial origins of earth. I see the first cell divisions and my consciousness then zooms outward into space. I am flying through the cosmos and finally reach the absolute center (or end?) of the universe. I speak with a being of pure energy. My friend speaks to me and I am brought back suddenly to earth. Then reality begins to dissolve - everything fragments into its component atoms and is pulled into a black void.

I fight to stop from being absorbed but my arms begin to break apart. I am struggling as hard as I can to stop from being pulled into oblivion. This is the end. I stop fighting the void and allow myself to be pulled inward. I am in another place the likes of which I can barely begin to describe. I am a ball of pure energy in a myriad of undiscernable color and sound. I believe I am dead, yet I am not saddened by this revelation. This place I have come to is a billion times more beautiful than the reality I had previously known.

But something is wrong, I hear voices calling me back, saying that I cannot go yet, there are things I must do. I am being pulled back through the void against my will but this time the journey is different. Pain, agony, despair, an eternity of misery in the void until finally I am back in my body again.

Apparently I had sat down on a park bench in a daze and my friends were talking to me for some time trying to snap me out of it. Though I am back in this reality, I still am experiencing massive somatic, visual, and aural hallucinations. My friends and I decide to return home and put on some Trance to ride out the rest of the trip, which I will not describe as it seems miniscule compared to what I have just described.

Approximately 18 hours after dosing I am back to baseline. This trip was by far the longest most mind-bending trip I have ever had on any substance, but afterwards, it didn't seem frightening, but illuminating. Hooray for Discordia. Since that trip LSD has become my favorite drug.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10935

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 23, 2007	Views: 5,998

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Glowing Experiences (4), Nature / Outdoors (23), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 0.8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   58 kg

Set: I'd been wanting to try LSD for some time, had no big troubles with life, and was just looking forward to spending some quality time with two of my best friends.

Setting: My friend's house, no parents for a couple of weeks, only chance of intruders would be my friends brother, who is a very nice guy and who we didn't expect to frighten us in any way, not even by looking really really angry. We mainly used the livingroom for our adventure, but one sometimes feels the need to piss, thus ending up walking through the hall, into the toilet, and back through the hall. We didn't confine ourselves to one space.

Time: About 21:00 or something.

*My participating friends will as from now be known as O, who supplied the house, and E, who is a mad painter.

The trip:

We started by listening to Count Basie and Duke Ellington, and divided the trips. We had 2,5 papertrip, so we cut them apart in 3 pieces so that each of us had approximately 0,8 trip. We then put them away somewhere in our mouth, only to find them back a couple of hours later in the trip.

I don't know exactly how long the onset took, probably about an hour, which we spent watching this thing on Animal Planet about futuristic animals, that had been videotaped by my girlfriend, especially for occasions like this.

When the trip started, I felt about the same way as I feel when the mushrooms kick in: anxious, high, and experiencing that typical hallucinogen-weirdness that you only notice when it's gone, slowly creaping up your mind, indicating that you are then officially tripping.

After a change of music (we felt like we needed music that was as weird as possible, and Yonderboi wouldn't do) we decided to build a jungle in the livingroom out of the many plants that were at that time positioned on a square table by the wall. So we arranged them as they looked their best, and then went out into the house, looking for stuff to put into our little paradise.

O's mother makes all this stuff herself, like dolls and all, and in her glass closet we found a large jungle-house, a circle of witches dancing around a candle, and a mushroom-man on a piece of wood. We also gathered a large rock, some wooden lizards, 3 wooden elephants, 2 wooden men ploughing the land with the help of a wooden ox, and some weird wooden art-object that looked really cool. We set these up in the jungle and started playing with it. I will spare you the whole story.

Throughout the trip some weird stuff happened, as is to be expected when tripping. I have on same age developed a feeling that I am better, smarter, more advanced than others of my age. I acknowledge this feeling, and I hate it and it want it to go away. Somewhere in the trip we each took a cup out of the kitchen to drink from. I took the one that said 'Wim', which was the name of O's father. I told them I was the boss in this house because I had that cup.

Later, there was a large pillow lying on the bank, on which I decided to sit. It looked sort of like a throne, and this is what I imagined while sitting there, feeling like since I was very good at thinking and very smart, and I'd read a lot of stuff about drugs etc, and I would sort of 'lead' this trip. All of a sudden, O and E started joking about how I tried to be the leader and tried to be the best because of the thing with the cup and now I was sitting in a throne, like I was better than they were. I didn't like this, so I sat down on the ground really quickly because I didn't want to be like that. Afterwards we talked about this and they didn't mean anything they'd said, they had just been joking, but for me it was some real evidence that change was needed, like the LSD pressed me with my nose onto the facts.

Another thing that happened was when we were listening to Wim Mertens. E and I had on more than one occassion talked about this song by Wim Mertens, called 'Wound to Wound'. I really loved it and so did he, but a friend of his used to freak out on that song while tripping, because the music goes on and on in what may seem like neverending spirals. Now I had just put on the Wim Mertens CD, not even thinking about 'Wound to Wound' being on it as the final song. Suddenly the song began, and E asked me 'Wound to Wound?' and I answered 'Yeah...what a coincidence'.

So there we were, in an LSD-trip as we had often imagined, listening to this bizar song that his friend would freak out on. It was really amazing, I saw the most beautiful forms and figures with closed eyes and was intensly enjoying the music. E told us he had flown through his school and he could see every corner of it, into the smallest detail. O had been watching the circle of witches dancing around the flame all the while. And when the last notes of the song had ended, he saw how, with a last flicker, the flame died out, like it was ment to be that way.

After that we thought we might listen to Godspeed, although I was in doubt about the effect it would have on our trip (the music being not very optimistic). Here I saw how easy someone can talk himself into a bad trip. I went to the toilet, I felt some beginning naseau, I added the Godspeed to it, mixed in some negative thoughts, and my bad trip was on it's way. Although I don't believe a bad trip to be a bad thing, I didn't want it then, so I started thinking of positive things. This really helped me, and I discovered that one can talk himself almost as easily in as he can talk himself out of a bad trip, at least while tripping on LSD.

Afterthoughts:

We did MDMA the next day, and in the week that followed these two drugs, the coincidences have been extremely frequent. It is a fun thing to notice those coincidences in your life, and the way they seem to increase with every trip you experience, like the trip opened up your Doors of Perception, but they have never fully closed again.

In the long run I first didn't feel like I had truly learned something during that trip. But now I see that maybe this trip hasn't literally learned me something, but has learned me something inside my head, something I have not consciously experienced yet.

LSD seemed to me more ordered, more clear and steady, less shaky than mushrooms. With mushrooms it was often chaotic, but LSD seemed straight to the point. This first time LSD-trip was really great, and more will surely follow. I hope we will build more jungles with more friends, and I hope everybody will build jungles with their friends, tripping on LSD (or anything you desire), listening to Wim Mertens' 'Wound to Wound'.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 30611

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 23, 2007	Views: 4,951

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		 DOSE:

		 20 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 500 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   154 kg

 [Erowid Note:
The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]

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The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]

Went to this trance rave at the Stratford Rex called 1500 micrograms with this chick and her sister etc. Started drinking and smoking weed straight away then dropped the three trips and drank and smoked loads more. At about 5am I bumped into a friend and he said 'have some k' so I said 'give me a line' and he just gave me a note and said snort it out of the wrap so I did. Sniffed as much as I could up each nostril one after the other, must have been about 0.5g, then immediately these sort of cogs rose up from the bottom of my vision, drowning me. I squinted watching the ravers bobbing and moving and the lights. I think I might have sat down or just slumped on the dance floor.

I was in limbo, and I could see spirals coming at me with heads on the end. The heads were telling me 'you're going to hell' but I said 'I know hell hell doesn't exist'. To this they replied 'hell must exist if you accept the concept exists'. I knew I was going to stay in limbo anyway, and that the heads were wrong. The heads were in some way the beings responsible for the implementation of fate, though I knew they were just chumps for trying to control people in the physical world when they can always escape this control in their minds and dreams.

Then I could feel hands on me in my dream, fully submerged in unconsciousness, and I came round to the sound of beeping, white walls and childrens drawings. There were two nurses, and I thought I was in the back room of the club. Then I realised I was in white chapel hospital with a tube stuck in my arm. I told them I wanted to leave and that I was fine and they said I had to wait for the doctor. I pulled the drip tube out of my arm and it went pop and all this blood spurted out of the hole, and I tried to get up and leave but they wouldn't give me my clothes.

Then the doctor came and they put the tube back in my arm and I passed out again. I woke up at 9am and they let me go, and I was still shaking and stuff. Basically I passed out in the club at about 5am and they called an ambulance, and I didn't wake up until 9am, while the club had shut at 7am. That date didn't go too well, but pretty successful for a 4 hour full immersion k-hole!

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 43441

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 26, 2007	Views: 22,878

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31), Alcohol (61) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Overdose (29), Entities / Beings (37), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   215 lb

Me and my best friend Al, whom I've tried every drug for the first time with and do 95% of my drugs with him, had the sudden *need* to trip. We had done shrooms once before and loved it. So, we contacted all the people we knew that would have shrooms, but to no avail. Finally, our main dealer of very fine hydro weed told us he had a lot of shrooms. We asked him if he could hold 1/4oz for him to drop off to us the next day since he said he was way too whacked out to drive anywhere and me and Al only being 16 and having only driving permits.

Well the next morning, I called him and he gave us some bullshit story about some kids beating him up and stealing all his shrooms (felt like crying). He then informed us he has some highgrade LSD that we cud buy for 5$ a hit. WOW! The shrooms cost us 50$ for 1/4 last time. Since my parents went shopping for the day, me and Al drove my sisters car to the dealers house (a lot of cars look like cop cars when youre driving without a liscense). Well we got to his house, purchased the lsd and drove his turn back home (first time we ever drove without a parent). We were so excited we took the acid in my driveway sitting in the car.

The dealer told us smoking after taking the acid would make the comeup more comfortable bescause youre already messed up. So, we smoked a shitload of some good weed. So we baked out my sisters car and finished the weed about T+45mins. We were very very stoned, definately the acid was taking affect. The next 5 hours I can't remember things in a linear sense of time, just in what room I was in when something happened.

My room

Feeling very panicy. Am I insane? Wait, no I'm on acid. But no drug is powerful enough to do this right? Pretty much what went through my mind for what seemed like 2 hours. Probably 10 minutes who knows. This was basically the only 'bad trip' part of the whole experience. Even though I did have slight panic throughout the trip, nothing seemed to be bad or good. Theres a huge mirror in my room and me and Al were just staring into it while we were in this room. Absolutely no communication between us. I could see my body mutating like i had hundres of birth defects. I much prefer the 'bubble-gum' like visuals of shrooms, but this will do =). I was mostly floating around the room having no thoughts at all just pure emotions. Fear, joy, everything. Don't get me wrong, fear felt just as pleasurable as joy did. Fear was like being afraid of the boogeyman under your bed when youre 8, but knowing youre older and nothings wrong. Sort of like having your cake and eating it too. We then decided to go back into my sisters car and smoke? I dont remember smoking but I wouldnt go there unless we were goin to.

Living room

We passed my living room on the way to the front door. Wow, every room has different faces on the walls. So, we went to every room in my house to see some very bizarre visuals. My mom used watercolor paint throughout the house so the walls look very odd. One room looked like a bunch of robot heads on the wall. Another room had heiroglyphic type writing inscribed on the walls. It wasn't as if these things were actually on the walls. It was more like what you would see in one of those 3D-eye books. Next we enter the room my family previously called the red room. Basically used for storage for important papers with red colored walls. Well these walls had hundres of demon-like faces on them. This scared the shit out of both of us and we quickly left that room. I don't really go in there anymore.

Oh yea we were going to go outside. Then it took a longass time to get my sneakers downstairs and return upstairs to the living room. Still no thinking going on in my head. That voice in my head that always talks to me. Dead. Just emotions 1000x stronger then normal. Finally sitting on the couch about to put my sneakers on. I then glance at the clock in the kitchen. From now on I had no visuals but time actually went backwards! I dont remember the exact times but I stared at the clock for a few minutes and each minute the clock would go one minute backwards. This really freaked me out, and the clock was digital not one of those littlehand bighand clocks. So I managed to get my sneakers on, wasnt able to tie them though and we trooped outside.

Sisters car

We sit down in the car and put on some music (Mystikal). This was a dumb choice for music to trip to, but oh well. In the car, I felt I had died and was in the after-life. This was a GREAT feeling. Most people would think this would be very very frightening but nope. I fel totally detached from the material world. I no longer had the overwhelming emotions from before. My mind was completely clear of anything, just pure euphoria. I remember the intro to the cd sounding exactly like my next door neighbor's dad yelling for me from his yard. But hes not dead like me right? Cant be. So, I just shrugged it off. At one point I remember having a ciggarette in my hand. Walking back from the car to my house was more like floating then walking. I used my mind to to move, not my legs. Wow, the after-life rules. I experimented with this around the house for a while which then reminded me of video games.

Back to my room

We put in NFL2K for dreamcast and played this while the trip began to slowly die down. Sort of like how marijuana tapers down. The same feeling just getting less and less noticeable as time goes by. We played a few games and were no longer tripping, but definately not at baseline. We decided to smoke the last of our weed which was about 2 grams. After the blunt, it felt like a very mild dxm trip. Very cool.

My parents returned home in perfect timing. Thank god they didn't come home while I was dead inside my sister's car. That would of been hard to explain to someone who is in another dimension then youre in. Later that night I was very tired but couldnt sleep. So, I took a few nyquil gelcaps. About 20 minutes later I felt I was on dxm again. Well technically I was, but nyquil never does this to me. About an hour after enjoying this state, I passed out (in my own bed somehow). I took the acid about 3p.m. and slept at about 12 a.m. Wow I never felt so good for so long. This would be my first experience of many psyhoactive drugs which I now love for recreation and as a key to the hidden secrets of myself. To think I was hiding secrets from myself!

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 13236

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 3, 2007	Views: 6,038

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


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

		   T+ 1:30
		 1
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   85 kg

Well I'd tripped 4 times before, of varying strengths, it always went well, although it was in the right situation each time. In fact one of the times was one of the best nights of my life - certainly the funniest! :) This night was a little different. We were going to a party, and there were meant to be several of us going. In the end 3 of us turned up. Now there is where I should have realised that taking acid wouldn't be a good idea.

00:00 dropped ecstacy.

As usual the e kicked in and made everything fluffy. :) The music got better and I started to grin a lot. Even though there were 3 of us, I thought the music was so good that I wouldn't have a problem. I've been to many parties before, with &amp; without e, on my own or with 1-2 friends. But not acid.

01:30 dropped acid

Well, the music was really good when I took the acid. I was a double-dosed sugar cube. I'm heavily into psychedelic trance, and I loved it long before I took any chemical. In fact the music was really really really good, which is why I think I finally decided to take the stuff. Unfortunately the ecstacy wasn't the best I've had, although it was nice, it didn't last very long so by the time the acid started to affect me the pill was on the way out.

02:15 or so... acid hits.

The trouble is, after that, the music got shit. I fully believe the music was shit, several acquaintences I met there have verified that it was, for want of a better term 'bad trip' music. Very repetitive, which psytrance normally isn't, and loopy. Yuk. It was still ok-ish, but things started to go wrong. The chai tea was too milky. The indian massage bloke was asleep. Another couple of friends who were meant to turn up, didn't.

I started to get the weird picture that this was not a happy world. I think it was excaberated by the fact that a lot of other people there were tripping too and they weren't smiling a lot. In fact I think few people really enjoyed the music that night. I am normally a happy person, I prefer to smile or laugh at stuff than get depressed, but that night I had a very hard time being happy. I also like to cheer people up and make them laugh, but obviously in my state I couldn't do that. I wanted to apologise for being on a bad one and 'dragging my friends down'.

Then the fear started. I didn't have a FULL ON bad trip then, it was semi-controllable and only lasted 3-4 hours, but it was bad enough. I was pretty scared, and just wanted to get away from the music. But I couldn't get away from the music, trains &amp; buses don't run all night in these here parts. It was about 4:00am by this time.

So what happened was I spent about 2 1/2 hours lying on a staircase (with fresh air, which helped) with 1 friend, trying to get my head back into order. God knows where the other friend was - we did go and find him to see if he was ok, he looked in better shape than me, but still not having the best time. Then after sitting there for 5 mins he headed back to the dancefloor. Hardcore. :)

It hasn't happened on any of the other trips, but I felt as if walls in my head were being broken down, and it came down to the typical 'Am I mad?' question. Now I was able to answer 'No, I'm not, or I wouldn't ask that question. I am, however, heavily tripping' :) I also asked myself if I was an evil person, because I felt nasty. I decided that was stupid as well, I have any number of friends who can vouch for me being nice.

At about 06:00, the music got better (different dj!) but by then I was too worn out to dance. Mental battles like that really wear you out. So we left about 6:30. Once we got out of the building I was feeling a bit better, it was a nice morning, birds singing etc etc. But the weirdness wasn't over, just the bad part. :D

Waiting for, and then sitting on, the bus on the way back to my friend's place was BIZARRE. All 3 of us were conducting a conversation which took place mainly without speaking. At least it seemed that way. We would say maybe 1 word out of 20, and yet the conversation still took place. It was one of those head conversations about fractals. I love fractals. :) All 3 of us have puzzled over this, and my personal findings are inconclusive. I was tripping hard, which makes it very very hard to be objective, but that was something I haven't experienced at all on acid before, and I do believe in esp and the like. Who knows, maybe we achieved true telepathy that day.

Anyway, after sitting on the bus for an hour, we got back to friend's house and put on some damn good music. Immediately I felt MILES MILES better. Very euphoric, like the aftermath of a huge adrenalin hit. We all enjoyed the remainder of our comedowns with a large amount of strong skunk, and great music, as we tried to piece together what we had experienced.

As it stands, I am reluctant to class this as a 'bad trip' because I dealt with it, and the latter 3 hours were actually a lot of fun. What I have noticed is, since then, I do get mild paranoia when smoking pot. Nothing like that, but sometimes I get nasty feelings, and have to reassure myself that it's just the drugs. I used to get paranoia from weed, but didn't for about 3 years prior to that fateful evening.

I will probably try acid again - but only if I'm sure and if the situation is right. I don't really want to experience *that* again, but at the same time I've had great times with it, and I am 99% certain that the reason it all went titsup was the music and not having enough stuff around to cheer me up. Next time we go to a party, we're going to take backgammon or something so if it all gets bad, at least we can play games :D

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 12884

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 5, 2007	Views: 5,751

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Large Group (10+) (19), Music Discussion (22), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


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

		   T+ 1:15
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:15

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 4:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 4:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

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

		   T+ 10:00
		 5 carts.
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		   T+ 10:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 11:15

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I've known a few people who have done acid before, but I was a person who said 'it's not natural, it's a chemical, I won't do it.'  Understandable.  Then one day we all went to a rave and I saw how much fun they had while tripping on acid that I decided 'All right, I'll try it.  You guys do it, and I trust you, you're enjoying yourselves so I'll try it.' So that opportunity was August 2001.  A friend of mine had obtained some acid, called 'Pyramids', and one night we went to a party she was having.  At about 11 PM she shows it to us, and I say 'Hey, I'll try it.  First time.'  So I took one hit right off the bat, and gave the other hit to another friend.

At about 11:45 PM she says 'It's time.'  She turns on a light beaming at a disco ball, thus creating many moving lights on the wall.  I looked at it for a few minutes.  It was odd, this looks really cool.  Yet I don't get why.  Maybe if I stare some more I'll figure it out. At midnight I was looking at my friend who took the other hit.  He said 'That's mad cool. I don't get it.'  'That's just what I was thinking.'  It seemed really weird that we were thinking the same thing.  I was handed this little light thing we bought at Spencers, a little hand held light thing with 3 spinning lights.  I watched it spin, and it seemed wicked weird, yet cool at the same time.

Eventually at 12:15 something happened.  As I was watching the lights spin they suddenly formed black trails that followed them somewhat slowly.  I said out loud 'Holy shit that's awesome!'  I stopped the lights and the trails continue to spin until they disappeared gradually.  I would spin the lights again, the trails formed immediately, I stopped the lights and the trails continued for a bit again.'  I was so impressed I took another hit and we smoked some pot.  Every hit I took seemed to make the trip a little more intense.

At 1:00 AM we took a walk to my other friend's dorm.  There I smoked a lot of pot, and by 2:00 I was tripping ridiculously hard.  What happened in that hour was mindblowing.  When we got there I smoked a little pot.  By 1:15 I was sitting in a lounge room listening to techno.  For some reason I seemed to connect with the music, it made sense to listen to it.  It had a clarity I hadn't noticed before.  Then I started looking around the room.  The posters were absolutely unreal.  They glowed in the blacklights, and they had a level of depth I never saw.  Parts of them seemed to sink down into the wall, and bright colors seemed to appear somewhat off the poster, as if they were hovering above the poster.

There was a picture of a grim reaper, the skeleton holding the large blade wearing a black cloak.  It was so much fun to stare at that poster.  The skull seemed to shift positions every split second, and it was always staring at me.  It's hand was moving a little, as if it were waving the blade at me.  And his cloak was moving gracefully in some sort of breeze.  Just staring at the poster was enough, then I stared at the ceiling. It was a stucco ceiling, with those little bits of it that hang down from the ceiling.  All those little dots seemed to turn purlpe in the black light, and then every single one of them would start to flow in a direction away from me.  Some groups seemed to form shapes.

By 3:00 AM I had taken another hit of acid and then one of my friends took out some blue glowsticks on strings.  Hard trance techno was being played and he proceeded to give the best lightshow I had ever seen.  To this day I have seen few people that compare to his skills.  When it was going, the room was only lit by his glowsticks.  Everyone disappeared, so I only saw my buddy and his glowsticks.  And the glowsticks seemed to glow in a way I had never noticed before.  They were ultra-bright, yet fuzzy and I saw them in perfect clarity, like I saw just the light, not the plastic casing they were in.  I had a cigarette, a menthol marlboro light.  It was something I didn't expect, it tasted so ridiculously bad.  It was like sucking dry, hot, cardboard-flavored air, and I could feel the smoke moving across my teeth, and whenever I exhaled, I had to cough because it would loosen some phlegm in my throat.

At 4:00 AM I was really feeling the trip.  It all seemed to cumulate to this feeling I was having.  After listening to a lot of techno I felt this weird feeling that there was a war between people that prefer E to Acid, and vice versa.  My friends were talking about the differences between both drugs, and then I hadn't taken E yet.  But they gave enough information that I was going to prefer Acid.  We started watching the movie 'The Wall' and it seemed to be made for acid people.  Of course it was, but I hadn't seen it tripping before, it never seemed to make any sense.  Now I completely understood what it was all about.  Talking to my friends seemed so philosophical because it was really easy to relate to whatever they were talking about.

By 5:30 AM we were playing video games and smoking a bit, and I still couldn't have a cigarette because they tasted so bad.  The sun started coming up so we played some more techno and danced around like idiots with glowsticks, which was a lot of fun.  Then at about 6:00 AM he decides that it's time to show us the most mind-blowing thing in the world.  Obviously curious what he was talking about, so we opted to follow him.  Simple.  He takes us outside to the field behind his dorm.  I take another hit on the way.

Walking outside to a beautiful warm sunny morning on a green grassy field with leafy trees and colorful flowers were like nothing I could have ever imagined.  It was breathless.  The different colored plants growing on the grass were not really there, I could only see a blanket of colors floating above the grass, that was moving in the breeze.  Every part of the world seemed to be boiling, because there were moving/boiling pockets of grass all over the field.  We talked about how nothing in life really matters right now because we're outside, on the grass, and there's nothing to bother us.  It seemed to true and deep, that anything we talk about is so true that we became philosophers.  While talking I was looking around looking at the trees and plants and the occasional squirrel, it dawned on me that I now understand what the hippies were talking about.

We sit there and I lie down because the hit I took a little while ago.  I look at my watch.  7:00 AM.  I look at my hand move and suddenly I look at the clouds.  They're not clouds anymore, they're layers of shades of gray and white clouds.  They seem so close I reach up to grab them and I see trails of my hand.  I have like 10 hands following my hand's motion.  I open my eyes wide, I have never seen anything so amazing in my life.  'Ooohhh myyy goood' is all I can say.  My friends out there with me look at me and laugh because I am bugging out at what I see.  I don't care, they don't see what I see.  I sit up and the trails go away, everything looks as it should, yet I see them in a clarity like I saw the glowsticks - true clarity, true beauty.  I look at my friends and they seem to have a different shape to them - hard to explain, except they look the same, yet different, I see them somewhat more as ovals.

We sit there a little longer and a spider jumps on my pant leg.  It scared me at first, but then I said 'Oh shit come here!' and pick up the spider.  I let it crawl around my hand a bit, and it seemed so mind-boggling that this is actually happening.  My friend said 'See?  You let it see that it has nothing to fear from you, so it just keeps crawling around, doing its thing.'  He was so right that I wanted to let this spider crawl around my hand as long as it wants.  I pass it around and we let it go.  It's 8:30 by now, so we go inside and use the facilities.

At 9:00 we were chilling in his dorm, and he says 'Hey, wanna do some whippets?'  'Yeah!'  I had never done them before so trying them sounded like a good thing.  So we went to get some.  We got 2-10 packs.  We got back to his dorm, and he showed me how to make one.  I did my first cartridge, at first I didn't feel anything. but then all of a sudden it hit me.  I was looking at my friend's face, and when it hit me, all of a sudden I zoomed in on his left eye.  I saw nothing but his left eye.  After a second or two (which seemed like minutes) I seemed to zoom out...things started coming into view.  Only everything was looking very lo-res.  Like a low quality computer image, very blocky.  Then when things started coming back into view, they did line by line.  I thought that I had been sucked into a computer, because everything looked very blocky and the sounds I was hearing sounded very computer-generated, and had a weird electronic echo.  I was convinced that somehow I was sucked into a computer.

Eventually it wore off, which was like 30 seconds but felt like 5 minutes, and I did a few more, and then we stopped.  By now it was 10:00 and I remembered that I have class in 30 minutes.  I was actually psyched to go to class because it was religion, it sounded like a fun idea.  Somehow 45 minutes passed, I don't remember much of what happened except that we were listening to techno in the background, and I missed class.  I was somewhat bummed but had a smile on my face.  So I went back to my dorm room and my roommate and a friend were there.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Wow.  Don't ever look at yourself in the mirror, seeing yourself tripping face is weird.  Every contour of your face moves in its own way, and any type of hair on your body grows at an alarming rate, yet disappears at the tip.  Dilated pupils are funny to look at tho.

So from 11:45, for some reason, I was tripping all day.  It never wore off completely, I kept having a slight trip until about 9:00.  I took one more hit then when I decided to go over to a friend's place.  I left at about 9:30 and it kicked in at about 9:45.  We go to another friend's house, and I was tripping very hard.  On the way we were listening to some rap, and I noticed that I was tripping so hard that some parts of the song seemed unrecognizable, like people singing in the background sounded like they were singing mumbles.  We got there and I meet some new people.  I smoke and sit down, and started playing card games.  Then we were all talking about stuff to do while high, so we put on a live Dave Matthews Tape one of the people there had.  For some reason it sounded cooler than I had ever imagined.  A live Dave Matthews set is fun to listen to when you're tripping, you feel as if you're there.  So at about 10:15 we go to smoke some pot, and I go to my friend's house.  Nobody was there so we go to the basement and shoot some pool.

Shooting pool is very hard when you're tripping.  The balls seem to pulsate and move around a bit when they're just sitting there.  Linging up shots is impossible but a lot of fun to try.  Then my friend puts on some Pink Floyd.  Wow.  That's all I have to say.  Wow.  I finally understand what Pink Floyd was all about.  I've listened to them since I was 11, and they were great.  When I got high it was even better.  But when I was tripping face, that's it.  I finally understood what Pink Floyd was all about.  Acid really is the Gateway to Understanding.  I finally understood what they were doing.  So we hang out, smoke a few cigarettes and eat some chips, and around 11 PM we leave.

When I get back I put on more Pink Floyd and use a visualization Plug-Ins for winamp, called AcidSpunk, which coincidentally I had downloaded earlier in the day, around 2 PM.  Watching play and listening to Pink Floyd became the single most mindboggling experience I had ever had in my life.  6 months ago and I still say it was the best time of my life.  Eventually my roommate got back, and we smoked a little and listened to more tunes.  Eventually I passed out, about 2AM.  I was tripping face for a total of 26 hours and I only had 5 hits of acid.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 11909

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 5, 2007	Views: 5,764

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Music Discussion (22), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

In 1970 I did my first hit of acid, a hit of white owsley. Over the next six years I probably tripped four hundred times but none of these trips compared to the first time. In 1976 acid got so bad and nasty I decided to quit doing it. That was the case for the next nineteen years, but I often thought about doing acid again.

In 1995 I met a guy at work that could get me some so I bought four hits of Bevis and Butthead. One of my friends had never done acid before so we planned a trip to a nearby river for the day. We did two hits apiece and after about an hour began to trip. My friend wanted to know how this acid compared to the stuff that I used to do in the old days. I told him it was pretty good, but the stuff that I used to do was a lot stronger, that one hit of the old stuff would be like four of these. What was important tho was we had fun and he had a good experience.

The next time we tripped I had aquired eight hits of just plain white paper. We planned a trip to a river in the national forest about ten miles from our house on a Saturday. We got togeather at six oclock a m and headed to the forest. When we got to the road to the parking lot I pulled out the acid and split it in two, four hits apiece. My friend said he wouldn't do four but he would do three. No problem, I'll do five I told him then we proceeded to eat our shares.

The road to the parking lot is about a mile long and then we were going to walk a mile and a half then sit down and enjoy the day. By the time we had walked a mile we were trippin and I mean old time trippin. When we arrived at our designated trippin spot we were greeted by about twenty boy scouts. Not good. We kept walking for about another mile and a half and found a spot next to the stream and away from the trail and other people. Across the stream was a mountain that rose almost straight up.

Somewhere on the mountain a tree had fallen and the very tip was sticking about four feet above the water and about four feet across. We sat there for a few minutes then my friend asked if I would like to smoke a joint. I told him if he could roll one I could smoke it. He rolled one up and we sit there and smoked it. About ten minutes later a bird lit on that tree tip, a kingfisher. I told my friend to look at the bird and he began to study the bird. Not thirty seconds later he turned to me and said,'See the bird, be the bird.' I just smiled and said, 'That's some good acid isn't it dude.' He turned to me again and said, 'No, look at the bird.' I looked at the bird again, then I turned to my friend again and said, 'Man you're fucked up.' He turned to me again and said 'Motherfucker look at the bird.'

This time I really did look at the bird and something happened. All of the sudden I was bathed in a very clear bright light and I knew this place from years ago. This was where I was the first time I ever tripped but there was something different this time. This trip I was totally centered and at peace. When I looked out I would see what I call a spot of distortion, it was in my vision and in my mind at the same time.

When I looked at the bird, the spot was on the bird, and all of the sudden I had feet wrapped around the tree tip, I had feathers, I was looking for fish but there was danger present. I had to leave this spot because there were two humans on the other side of the river so I took to the wing. All of the sudden the bird was gone and I looked at my friend and he just smiled at me. For the next eight hours we experienced all that there was. We could be stones, trees, insecets, grass, fish, anything that our eyes came to rest upon. But that wasn't all. When we tried to communicate we realised that we didn't have to speak. When a thought came into being the other would know that thought the moment it came to mind. For over five hours we talked without any speech.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 35857

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 23, 2007	Views: 4,618

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