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

		   T+ 1:39
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Crack
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 1:55
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 5-MeO-DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Day 1:  Two of my friends and I drove to CA, and got a hotel near Six Flags Magic Mountain.  We brought 9 hits of acid, which was in the form of smarties, about 3/4 gram of crack, and some 5-MeO-DMT, which my friends didn't tell me about until it was too late.  We also had a wheelchair, a big blanket, a crackpipe, a lighter, a small notepad with pen, and money for tickets.  Before this experience, I had only done acid once, with 2 hits, I tried crack once, about 1/4 g, and other than that I've only smoked weed.  I hadn't even been on a roller coaster before this day.

We were all in a pretty good mood, but I was nervous because I was the least experienced one (with drugs and amusement parks).

Day 2:

7:00 am:  We wake up, each take 3 hits of acid, and eat a small meal from the hotel.  We load the crackpipe, and leave for the park.

7:28:  We get to 6 flags, and start waiting in line.  I start feeling nervous and jittery, but my friends don't feel anything yet.

7:46:  We finally get to the front of the line, and the acid has begun to kick in for all of us.  Visuals start about the same time we get through into the park.

8:02:  We arrive at Superman:Ride of Steel, and start waiting.  People offer us to cut, but we were just going to wait for the acid to kick in a little more, so we stay in the back of the line.

8:39:  Arrive about 2 people towards the front, my friend gives me a cue to take a hit from the crack pipe.  I hide the pipe under the big blanket and take a huge toke.  I tried to hold it in, but my head started feeling way bigger and uncomfortable, so I blow out the smoke.  I turn to look at my friends, and almost go blind.  I see extremely bright lights, and noises seem to blend in this frightening groan.  I started wondering if this really was the crack reacting with the acid, but I coudn't keep a train of thought going.

8:42:  They say we can get on the ride.  My friends have to pretty much drag me onto the ride as I'm gripping the wheelchair as if my life depended on it.  I keep slipping in and out of reality, wondering if I'm really on the ride.  The ride starts.

8:43:  I just lose it.  I feel like I'm going 10,000 mph through a void.  I start screaming and crying.  All my muscles tighten up, and I sweat like crazy.  We get to the top and I start crying.  We roll back down and wait to get off the ride.

8:46:  My friends quickly get me onto the wheelchair and push me away from the crowds.  I look down and notice I've wet my pants and puked all over myself (which I don't even remember doing).  My face is still pouring with sweat and tears.  My friends try to calm me down, giving me a soda and telling me everything will be OK.

8:55:  My friends tell me that they mixed in some 5-MeO-DMT with the crack.  I asked what it was, they said toad venom and explained it.  They had to repeat a lot of stuff because their voices were distorted and I had to hear things 2 or 3 times to understand it.

9:00:  I feel better, because I feel the 5-MeO-DMT wearing off.  The acid is still running strong, and I still feel dirty from the body fluids.  I see a crowd of people and I think they are laughing and pointing at me.  They start to come closer, and I tell my friends to avoid the crowd.  They look over, and told me that they were actually walking away.

9:12:  My friends are still talking to me, and I ask what to do about my clothes.  They said 'this might happen, we are prepared.'

They told me that there was one spare change of clothes that would fit any of us under the wheelchair.  I thank them and now am a lot happier.

9:20:  We go to where nobody can see us, I stand up, and bring the clothes into a bathroom, hoping nobody would be in there.  There was only one person, and they looked at me, but didn't say anything

about the puke or pee.  I quickly go into a stall and start undressing.  After what seemed to be 4 hours, I finally get all my clothes on and join my friends.

9:35:  I ask how long I took, he said 15 minutes.  I put the dirty clothes and blanket under the wheelchair.  I looked up at on of my friend's faces and stare.  His freckles jump out of his head, then his face melts, turns to pixels, and other various things.  He said 'be careful dude, your pupils are soooooo dialated.'

9:40:  I ask my friend to ride the wheel chair.  He said 'ok it's not too dirty.'  Walking felt great.  I apologized to my friends for wasting time getting dressed and what not, but they said it was cool, they were sorry for giving me 5-MeO without permission.  We were all now in a mood where we feel like we need to apologize.

The rest of the day, we went on a few more rides, and my friends found places to take hits from the pipe before going on them.  We each took 1 hit from the pipe and each went on a different ride while on the 5-MeO.  I didn't go on any more roller coasters, but some other rides.  When I waited for my friends I walked around trying to avoid people.  I was very paranoid.

Day 3:  I was very sore, especially my neck. This was probably because I tightened my muscles on the roller coasters. I will never go on a rollercoaster or take 5-MeO-DMT again (purposely!), but still might do acid to confront my problems.

Final note:  I woudn't recommend doing any drugs on roller coasters, unless you like VERY intense stuff.  I wouldn't recommend bringing a crack pipe to such a public place, much less smoking out of it.  I was very lucky (some people may say unlucky) that I didn't get caught.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 8088

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 20, 2002	Views: 287,181

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LSD (2), Crack (82), 5-MeO-DMT (58) : Difficult Experiences (5), What Was in That? (26), Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


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

		   T+ 1:10
		 10 mg
		 insufflated
		 2C-I
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   220 lb

Just a week ago I tried a new combination that seemed to be well suited to introspective and creative tripping. After having been recently introduced to 2C-I, I quickly became a fan due to this compound’s rather subtle, gentle, yet powerful nature. It struck me as a good enhancer of other drugs and I have tried it with a number of them but I was curious as to what the synergy between this and LSD would be like.

Having established my adequate 2C-I dose to be at 25mg oral and 10 mg insufflated, and having come across some medium-potency acid, I decided time, set and setting were right to conduct the experiment on this combo.

T+0:00  -  I drop the acid first just to make sure it  works properly and it is consistent with the rest of the batch. Within 15 minutes first alerts start, just a heightened awareness that tells me this acid is smooth on coming up, not bunk nor overly powerful.

T+0:45 – LSD effects much more pronounced now, ripples and traditional edginess starting.

T+1:10 – The acid is coming up nicely and I decide to snort 10 mg of 2C-I. The effect is almost immediate, launching the trip into a very steep curve and in 15 minutes it reaches a new dimension, one in which  I am very stoned yet retain incredible clarity and calmness.

T+ 2:00 – Still coming up. What an amazing trip!! While it is clear that LSD is the dominant psychedelic here, the 2C-I has added much warmth and its own spin to it. Visuals are fantastic, revolving shapes with characteristic “electric” green, purple, blue colors, ripples but with some decidedly smoother shaping, gently popping up in orderly stereoscopic fashion. Also, tinges of  “kids’ toys” feel to them, a very distinct trait of past 2C-I trips for me.

And despite being in a very intense psychedelic journey, I feel very little of the edginess I usually feel on acid.

I put on some wildly different styles of music and seem capable of getting into every note while paying attention to the great visuals and engaging in creative thinking, all at the same time. My mind is working so fast, I would love to have some of my usual buddies around to chat but that was not possible.

T+4:00 I reach a plateau, albeit a very high one. I am very stoned but feel absolutely great, aside from a bit too much edginess. This is taken care of by ingesting 7.5 mg of midazolam, but otherwise I feel fine, buzzing with energy and creative thinking.

I put on more specific music and apply my full concentration to that…Man, this is great!!! I stare at the ceiling, which by now has been turned into a full canvas, where exquisite visuals respond to every note, purple lights intertwine with head shapes of alabaster, shards of multicolored glass shine in all directions, all in perfect tune and tempo with the music.

I keep at this for a long time and, frankly, lose count of time and have some wavy recollections after this point.

T+8:30 Have come down a notch but still going strong. I decide it is time to hit the sack as in 2 hours will have to pick my girlfriend at the airport, and take 15mg of midazolam to sleep a bit…But to no effect, which is weird, it generally works just fine for me. Fortunately, I hit baseline (or whereabouts) in just about time to drive. Even at no sleep, feel great and energized.

Conclusions:

This combo was very successful and much stronger than I had anticipated. The interaction was good, with LSD dominating the effects but with good synergy. The 2C-I, at this dose range, made the trip stronger, faster and gentler. It added its own color and shape twists, while not making the whole experience overly intense.

And it added a warmth that is distinctively different from that of MDMA, where the body warmth and “lovey” feeling makes for a nicer acid trip. 2C-I seems to make the mental aspects of the acid trip more connected to your own experiences, closer to home in a sense. It also makes the visuals startlingly richer, by adding its own palette of colors and shapes while never clashing with LSD.

A word of caution though: as with any psychedelics, watch out for proper doses when trying this combo. I think a pinch more of 2C-I could have turned it into a too-intense-to-handle experience. Before attempting this, make sure you have tried and established adequate doses of each one of these drugs.

But for creative thinking, musical endeavors and sheer psychedelic exploration, this combo is excellent and I highly recommend it. Hot tripping indeed…

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 14792

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 21, 2002	Views: 14,749

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LSD (2), 2C-I (172) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

		 15 mg
		 smoked
		 5-MeO-DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Last spring, I rolled frequently with my boyfriend and my old friend Ms. X.  Once, at her apartment in Philadelphia, we rinsed out a LSD vial I had recently finished.  We all ended up tripping on about 500 mics each. [Erowid Note: estimations of microgram dosages of LSD are usually baseless.]

Ms. X is a devout Catholic.  Her beliefs came to play a major role in how she responded to the dose of LSD.  She found herself play-acting as the Christian devil, daring me to look out the window and give up my soul to her.

I belong to a goddess-centered, non-Christian, church and I did not take part in her spiritual experience (my spirit guides, who at the time were visible to me, made it clear that I was not to participate).  We later talked about the Christian concept of 'sin' and how this idea motivated her to use self-destructive behavior to test her own faith.

A few months later, we were in Toronto for my birthday.  We smuggled a few decent ecstasy pills and some 5-MeO-DMT across the border in order to party in my hotel room.  We were rolling quite hard, blanketed by chemical love, when we smoked the 5-MeO-DMT.  While my boyfriend did not have a peak experience, I was reasonably saturated and found time moving very slowly.

Ms. X was unfamiliar with the substance and her only prior strong psychedelic trip was the aforementioned LSD.  Upon smoking about 15 mg. of the powder, she began to think that she was dying and tried to climb out a 17th story hotel room window.  She later told me that she felt her soul leave her body and had an intense religious experience concerning death.  I physically restrained her from committing suicide and when she returned to her body she started vomiting in the bathroom.

Again, her Catholic beliefs about guilt and sin became crucial to the effects she felt.  I talked with her, held her and encouraged her to let the fear she was experiencing leave her body.  When she stopped vomiting, she became euphoric and started talking about how there was really a cure for cancer (a close relative of hers had died of the disease a long time ago).

While I had a pleasant birthday, the experience of smoking the 5-MeO-DMT while rolling was clearly very intense for her.  About a month later, I was coldly informed by Ms. X that she no longer wished to have any contact with me or my boyfriend.  She felt that we did not respect her religious preference and had basically been threatening her on a psychic level.  It became clear that my lack of participation in the Christian oriented scenes she experienced while on strong doses of psychedelics had led her to become paranoid about our friendship.  We talked with her, and tried to communicate our care and respect for her, but there has been no further contact.

I have given drugs to many people in the hope that they would help pull them out of certain head traps in the way that they have helped me, and have some experience with guiding individuals through strong trips.  However, last year I had both this experience and a similar ones involving the use of MDMA, 2CB, AMT, DPT, 5-Me0-DMT, 5-Me0-DiPT and large amounts of cannabis in which old friends of mine with pronounced, unconscious Christian beliefs determined that I was trying to invade their spiritual privacy and there was another suicide attempt.

I have never attempted to alter the religious preferences of my friends in any way, psychically or otherwise.  In both cases, the crucial factor in the extreme behavior of the affected people was my not participating in specifically Christian scenes that came to them while under the influence of strong psychedelics.  I believe that it is inappropriate to take part in spiritual behavior one does not understand and I have no knowledge of or participation in Christianity.

I am just writing to bring to the attention of the community how large doses of unfamiliar psychedelics can bring young people (we were all between 18 and 22) into very specifically religious settings.  If you are one of those people who find yourselves experiencing strong religious visions while under the influence of psychedelics, as hard as this may be to remember, please do not assume that your supplier knew that the chemical would create that reality for you.  I did not even know what the religious practices of these people were other than generic labels such as 'Catholic' or 'hippie' when I gave them these drugs.  I lost a wonderful friend in Ms. X and my landlady was almost informed by the other, unconsciously Christian, friends that I used LSD.

My conclusion from these experiences is that there is an intrinsic conflict some believers of the Christian religions find between their chosen religious path and the use of strong doses of psychedelics in non-Christian settings.  I have not seen a similar conflict in people of other faiths on strong doses of psychedelics.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 13001

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 22, 2002	Views: 25,007

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5-MeO-DMT (58), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Second Hand Report (42), Mystical Experiences (9), Difficult Experiences (5), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 130 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

-We kept notes the entire night as our experience went on and on. We dropped at like 9pm. For the remainder of the experience, I will be known as tad, and my two friends will be known as chad and dave. We each went through our own bad trips, but we also went through good ones as the night progressed.

Body Weights:

Tad- 155lbs

Chad- 145lbs

Dave- 140lbs

Time Dialation (real seconds):(estimated seconds)

Dave 30: 22

Chad 30: 36

Dave 60 with music: 55

Chad 60 with music: 73

-we began 'controlling time' by using my strobe light to make it appear as though the fan was not moving, then it was, and etc.

-after my own thoughts of the universe evolving water and fire, it inspired chad to do some typing.

ime for this writing, STARTED BEFORE 11:24

watyer bluye beginning white light

red fire against

always fihting for equi9libruum

chemiclas, water sloshing over the edge, a flame

THEY ARE ALWAYS MOVING, BUT SLOWING UNTIL YOU THINK THEY MAY STOP

but would water really be water without its comforting alterations, it calming slosh?

is fire really fire, if it does not waver with the wind. TIME DOES NOT EXIST!

one may live for as long as a human can live, perhaps forver, and their life may seem at the instant that they obtain 'standstillesness' perfect, but the next thing to happen may appear as the fire coming from the center of the earth, but for this one eternal man, it will not harm him, what may in the beginning seem as walls of 'fire' coming in from every directions may in time subside, and what seems so extreme at one point, when time is extended it is merely a disruption on the surface, a ripple in another pond, the flame wavering in someone elses wind we can do as many reality checks as we want, but the truth as it may be, is that all things are eternal, and in one sense, every event is intertwined, as to how is beyond this document, it can not be explained in any document, as it can be taken on any tangent, any possible explanation can be explored, but there is always some where furhter.

water gives live, blue is all comforting, white light is so inviting red repels us, flames scare, black and darkness try to send us away

for now it is 11:26, and i am supposed to be going, as my explanation can not be fully expanded upon even in person, with my simple demonstrations with a strobe and a blue cup of water and a flame, with my hypotheses about the man who finds the perfect drop of water to give him eternal life and sees the rest of the world buring in flames, eventually his life becomes so long that these ripples become only minor molecules in the true ocean, the true ripple.

the atlantic ocean? it is the largest ocean. it is immense. but....the earth? it is almost entirely water! but you know what, this earth, is it not part of a solar system? a larger arrangements of planets that revolve around a sun? this sun is our center of life, all existance on earth, comes from the heat and power of this star, and our planets are revolving around this star...

but then, isnt this one 'all life giving' star known as the sun, part of another grouping of stars? and infinite amount of stars all bunched together in the most tremendous thing known to man:

the galazy.

think about the sheer size of a galaxy - an infinite amount of stars all bunched together, but pick and choose at random any one of these stars, and around this star is a 'solar system' a system of various bodies all circliing around a star, which in itself is part of a large group of stars

revolving around some larger entitiy, in a universe. i have lost my train of thought, distracted by a smaller more direct matter, at about 11:34 but this train of thought, in the large scheme of things, is nothing. another man may be having thoughts 1000 fold the insightfullness as mine, but this will subisde, all that is gained, is lost. all that is lost is in some form regained. the peaks and valleys of a ripple. the ripple in the ocean. the ocean on the earth. the earth in the solar system. the solar system in the galaxy. the galaxy in the universe. the universe in the ?.

this, i as a human, cannot go further than this, as it is at the fullest of human capacity, that the universe is known to not be the largest body. the human can prove beyond reasonable doubt that the galxy exists as a container of stars, the stars contain the worlds, the world contain the oceans, the oceans contain the ripples. the ripples contain much more in them self, but also in the lowely way that a human can descrive, are symbols for the peaks and valleys, that are only in essence parts of a larger ripple, and on for infinadum.

11:40

Dave feels that the lsd may be bringing out his grandmothers schizophrenia in him, but in reality, does it really matter? he may go crazy, but isnt there an entire human race to care about? but in that same mindset, isnt there all of life in its entirety to care about? but when we try to to to to to to 11:43 (off on another tangent, trying to elaborate to tad and dave, but they cant comprehend, what does it matter if they cant cpomprehend? there are always those that will, but for everyone that will, thre will be someone who wont. and maybe at one point, those that understand are in the larger percentage, it will always happen that at a later time those that dont will be in the larger percentage. it is all back an forth, wobbling, too and fro, teetering here and tilting there, and ALL FOR WHAT?

HUMANS WILL NEVER KNOW! I HAVE JUST HIT THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON, A SIGN OF ANGER? NO, IT MAY SEEM THAT WAY FOR SOMEONE WHO IS FOND OF THE INTERNET, BUT ARENT THESE 'CAPITAOL LETTERS' AND 'SCREAMING TEXT' JUST DOTS ON A SCREEN?HUNDREDS OF TINY BOTS THAT DEFINE WHAT THE HUMAN INTERPRETS AS A LETTER ON A SCREEN, THAT THE AMERICAN MIND INTERPRETS ARE ITS NATIVEALPHEBET, ONE WHICH IT CAN MAKE SENSE OF THE LITTLE DOTS AND FLASHES OF LIGHTS, WITH A LANGUAGE THAT THE HUMANS CAN UNDERSTND, BUT REALLY CAN THEY?

11:47 - DAVE BROUGHT TADS TREE UPSTAIRS

DAVE SAYS IT WAS NELLY THE ELEPHANT

THIS NELLY, IS A PIECE OF DAVES MIND, ONE WHICH HE CREATED TO TRY TO EXPLAIN HIS FEELINGS. HE HAS A 'FRIEND'... DAVE FEELS THAT PLANTS MAKE THE ROOM MORE ORGANIC, HE MAY GET US CAUGHT WITH HIS MINDLESS RUNNING AROUND PERHAPS HE IS MAKING BETTER USE OF HIS TIME LIKE THIS BY FULLY EXPERIEMTNING WITH WHAT HE SEES, BUT IN REALIZTY, HUMANS HAVE HAD EXPERIENCES LIKE THIS A MILLION TIMES BEFORE. DAVE IS HAVING A BAD TRIP. I MAY BE THE ONE WITH THE SENSE NOW T

I HAVE TO GO, THINGS ARE GETTING TOO INTENSE

11:51, DAVE IS OVER MY SHOULDER, BEING WEIRD, TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF ALL THIS, DAVE NEEDS HIS PLANT TO KEEP HIM SANE

I AM LEAVING, DAVE IS VIOPLENT

11:51 CHAD APRIL 13 2001

I DONT WANT TO LEAVE, BUT I MUST, READ WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN, AND THEN THINK ABOUT THE INFINITE AMOUNT OF CAUSES OF AND CONSEQUENCES FROM THIS TYPIMNG. DAVE MUST FEED ALLEN. GOOD BYE. ALLAN NOT ALLEN. ALLEN AND ALLAN. ITS ALL THE SMAE NOW. I MUST GO, FOR I AM IN AN EMBARRASING RUYT, NOT BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOU7T WHAT I MUST. BUT DOES IT RELALY MATTEWR?

-Dave: 11:53PM

-My friend began acting schitzophrenic, he began taking my plants from my house (artifical and real) into my room and talked to them.

IT it speaks tp me on another level its quiote strange im changin my name to .,HEY ITS DAVE,

chad is now off of the computer now im the scientist wiht the dream iv e disco ered the secret to mr research, not technology , plants and bio life tad is trying to feed allen and allon and alan and alorian, like in atlantis god this is strange i mus twrite this down allan is my faithfulll companion ittl never leave me like its part of me i can feel itin my cinter of life, IT IS NOW IT.IT MUST GO, I AM NOW GOING BACK THE THE TECHNOLOGY WORD im leaving into the computer im searching around with my body and i cant feel my fingersm  okay i just had a reality check and im laughing my ass of. tad says that the face of chad is now gone, hes moulding the fac ce into something different hjes playing god this isnt right he shouldnt be messing with things like this this substance changes everything there are so many levels of conciousness although materialtings are not reall my back feels ereally funny,

chad cant write it odown even though tad says to i can see the glasses on my face i am now gero in the body of dave, a misguided teenager sitting in the roonm of his 'freind' that he thinks h is taking some sort ofchemical bu it is something so much more they keep talking about the universe

I AM GERO

ALLON ALLEN ALAN ALERION !IT! IS MY COMPANION

I AM LOOSOING MY GRIP I NEEDED THAT DOWN I BELEVE THIS NOW ICAN SEE THAT IT IS THE WAY TO GO I AM NOW GOING TO GET the satrobe light to test a theory of mine, now the plants have gone ui am forced to go back to technology tad and chad are leaving the state i can now feel my presence leaving the body of dave, i gero must now reinhibit the body wiht a blast from the sigma segment, this word sigma is only in the futile creatures mind through a vidioe game called mega man, i must retreive allen allon alan alerion, IT. wish me luck,,

with love gero....

-it took him awhile to get back to normal, but he learned much about himself from this somewhat bad trip.

-Chad started typing

this is chad, i am here, dave has left the room, it is now 12.03

-Tad:

12:11AM

it means nothing... because all this is is the drug telling us what to think. But the drug says that my cells betray me. My cells tell me what to do. My cells all so bent on self-preservation that they cause me pain. They are me, and i am them. So how, when the world is all we have, can we kill eachother? How can we say that there is something good for us? Everything has an end, and every end starts a new beginning. There is no true beginning, no true end, no ANYTHING. nothing exists? nothing is real? What the hell?

-I don't think I was even understanding this as I was writing it.

-Chad started typing again

this is chad 12:13 dave acutally has schizophrenia. for a long period of time, he acutally 'became somone else'

1220

dave says 'over schizophrenia, putting down red piull, pickign up blue, dave accepts his schizophrenia he says 'if i want to come out, dont let me' tad recites the matrix, and using as a metaphor for daves realization of his disease'

1222 dave goes into closet to think this over

12224 dave comes out says he is down after rethinkinh he says he just lost himself again, and has once again regained himself dave is coming to grips

*note this honeslty seemed like 10 minutes to tad and i, 30 seconds to dave dave wishes to type his thougta at  1225

-we kinda goofed around for a while and watched TV, then, it was my turn for the bad trip as chad just came out of his.

-TAD:

2:28AM

i saw chad in the mirror, and his eyes just stayed om place as his face and felsh and muscile all melted away all at once. And he just becaused a skeliton right there. He was standing in the mirror with his eyes, looking right at me, and he was just dead. His eyes scared the hell out of me. Then i saw dave, as chad wasw aalready there, and dave did the same. It sounded like an atom bomb in my head. and i came over to lay down. And i closed my wtyes and then i just saw the whole world, everyone, every face and person eradicated. I was then standing alone on a red star shaped platform, with blacknesss and nothingness everywhere. And then, eyes, everywhere, looked at me. Some jokingly, some laugingly, some to accuse... I was immortal, there, DAMMED FOREVER TO SEE THE EYES THAT MOCK ME.

-I was truly scared, I remember myself just lying on the floor motionless for almost an hour, dave almost called an ambulance

-I started having a conversation with chad and dave by typing my responses

448

go away chad, get off my back you homo

you were, you are, NO I AM NOT!!! FUCK YOU HOAR!

Go AWAY ALREADY! IM NOT GOING TO TALK TO YOU
NOW FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

please?

i am not thhree

i know you are but what am i?

THATS WHAT I THOUGHT BITHC!! BOO HA THAT MO FO

ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!

YOU k2NOW WHAT Y2kT DOIN?

'MOVE ZIG'

FOR A GREAT JUSTICE TAKE OFF EVERY ZIG

POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPO
h3h, 1 4m 31173 4z H311!

FUCK NO DAVE YOU MAY NOT HAVE A COOKIE!!@^(#^@(*^(!*@^#

-All and all, a great experience, one which we will more than likely repeat. After this, weed and other smokables seemed so dirty. Every time I've smoked weed since this though, it's been more than a high, but less than a trip. Acid is truly the drug that keeps on giving.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6896

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 28, 2002	Views: 9,150

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


		 DOSE:

		 10 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

The first time I took LSD was a very high dose (well over 1000 mcg) and it took a long time to kick in. We watched some movies and laughed and I saw some trail but after 5 hours there was still nothing more. We left in a van with some of her friends to find some marijuana- because MJ is suppose to potentiate LSD. After smoking a few hits, It finally hit me after I was sitting in the back of the van ranting about how I didn't believe in god or any higher power and that LSD was worthless for showing people god and the everyone else was stupid and confused.

After the rant I reached for a cigarette but could no longer control my body- I felt pulled out of myself and was watching my body from an outside perspective. Then this happened again with the outside versionof myself spliting again so I was watching a version of myself that was watching another version of myself. In the second perspective everything looked normal but from the third perspective the world became bent, jagged and kaleidoscopic.

I was able to see through different layers of reality and I noticed that I could slip through the cracks in it because this form I was in was 'thin' or without dimesion or maybe in a higher dimension. I slipped through one of the spaces in reality and saw a giant energy vortex that I felt drawn to. I entered it and was instantly torn to pieces I could still see the origional me in the van and the one outside the car as well. The one in the car appeared to have a seizure as I entered the vortex the one outside seemed to be talking but in a form that was visual/symbolic and these symbols kept flying out of it's mouth.

Then for a brief instant- I was everything. I saw out of every photon and electron in every being living or dead to have ever existed. My mind was overloading I couldn't handle it. Then I found myself back in the car and the people there tell me that I was saying something in words that are unpronouncable. I tried to explain but the words were lost in my head, I couldn't talk! I though man I've done it I paid the price of my very sanity tosee through the eyes of god.

   When we fianlly got back to my friends house I managed to pull it together for a short bit and get up to her room. She asked if I was okay and I replied that I was. She seemed to believe me until my eyes made contact with the mirror. I felt a little shift of my self sideways in perspective but nothing else.

I heard my friend scream and turned to look at her as she ran down the stairs. I tried to stop her but she couldn't seem to hear me. She got her parents and told them I was dying from a drug OD. I yelled at them from the stairs that I was fine. Then they ran up the stairs- right through me!

I followed them and when I got to the top I noticed my body laying on the floor motionless. I looked at my hands and they melted off as soon as I looked at them. I 'ran' over to my body and touched it- as I touched it I entered  back into it. They dragged me to the hospital against my wishes. Along the way my mind exited my body and I was viewing myself in third person quite a bit.

I felt feverish and sick- I remembered my first hallucinations that I had with scarlet fever as a young child. I remembered the fever so vividly it came into existance again- I felt exactly like I did them. I got to the hospital about 10 hours after we dosed and vomitted a few times. My heart felt like a freight train in my chest. They strapped me to a table and took many blood samples (who knows what for or what became of them). My mother and brother came in.

The cotton mouth effect was made more annoying under the effects of the LSD but the nurse wouldn't give me water. My mother gave me water. The hospital staff just ridiculed me about how I had probably taken rat poison, while I tried to pull the knowledge I had learned together enough to tell her it is almost impossible to adulterate LSD- but I could barely talk. Finally after being in the hospital for another 4 hours while they did nothing, no thorazine, no benzo's nothing. I went home and tripped for a good 7 more hours before falling asleep.

Many people would never trip again if that was their first trip- for me it made me more interested. Anything that powerful has to be able to allow us access to new abilities, philosophies, or spirtituality. So this was the begining of the adventure. The birth of Renwick.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 14771

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 10, 2002	Views: 28,717

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Various (28)


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

		   T+ 0:35
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I tried LSD for the first time this past Friday/Sat - overall, I would say it was a 'bad trip' - I wasn't prepared for what it could do. And was stupid enough to take three hits total - one, then two more at +35-40 minuts, thinking it wasn't working well. At the same time, I saw some incredibly beautiful things once I stopped trying to control the trip. I was having mild visual hallucinations inside the apartment I was at, until we decided to take a trip to a center area with rocks and grass.

One of my friends started talking about slug trails on the rocks, which then made the stones look like giant slugs. This started to freak me out, until my mind took over and I realized why I saw them. But all of the sudden, I looked at my feet and saw things opening up on my skin - which freaked me out incredibly badly. I couldn't get away from that vision until I was safely back in the apartment - where I then began to see small heads coming off of all surfaces, and could even taste them crunching in my mouth when I swallowed water and orange juice. I was constantly scared with an incredibly high heart-rate until I talked with a sober friend, when I said 'maybe I should stop trying to fight the trip and let it happen' (or something along those lines). When he agreed, I did so, and immediately the heads I had been afraid of before became strands of criss-crossing thread filling the room side to side like a smoky haze, piling up little by little.  I was never in great fear of the 'bad' hallucinations - I knew it was in my mind, and once I stopped trying to make them go away, they did.

That was about 4 in the morning, and the threads became a constant whenever I wasn't concentrating on something else for the next 10 hours. If I sat with my head to the side, I could see the room slowly filling in front of my eyes, and once the room got to a certain point, the trip began to get much, much more hallucinatory, things dissolving into each other, and so on..  Throughout the night, we had watched the Matrix (actually, I watched about one scene over and over with small changes in scene and dialogue - this was during my freak out), the end of Election and then 'Say Anything.' While sitting in a chair waching the wall and ceiling, something odd started happening with Say Anything. The scenes started playing themselves backward, in my mind (I guess I had paid just enough attention to the first part to absorb it) - audio and visual. Very, very cool.

The next eight or so hours (4am to noon - the 'good' part of the trip) were great - I understood why people would take LSD (whereas earlier I was asking 'why in God's name did I do this to myself?'). I was seeing beautiful things (especially a friend's diploma), actually had some interesting conversations (with others and myself).

At noon, I got a call from my parents, and they needed me to come home to help with some stuff. They wouldn't be there until 3pm, so (after freaking out once again) I decided to go home, and try to fall asleep in the guest room (which still had my old bed and stuff). Better than telling them I was on acid (no more help on tuition...). I got dressed (when I took my button-up shirt off the coatrack I had hung it on and spun it around my shoulders, two moths/butterflies flew out and landed on the chair - absolutely incredible).

Driving (about a five-minute trek) was fairly easy - I wasn't tripping very hard, seeing only minor visuals (yes, I know this was dangerous and stupid). Their was no sense of proportion to my truck, though. It felt like I was driving a vehicle I had never driven before.

I popped a 5/500 hydrocodone and a Lodeine, hoping to knock myself out. I curled up under two sets of covers with the TV onto VH1, and proceeded to sleep off and on for the next five hours, until a Nicholas Cage movie drew my attention. I was, by this time, having only minor visuals. Rather than deal with the 'rents in a 'cracked out' state, I feigned illness and stayed in bed all day. I then slept off and on until eight o' clock this morning and am feeling great.

Overall, with the two freakouts and a general sense for quite some time of 'when's this going to stop' - I characterize it as a bad trip. But at the same time, I have an overwhelming desire to try a smaller dose with less-violent movies (no Matrix!) and good music (we had no music at all).  I understand the great things LSD can do now and am prepared for them.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6959

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 28, 2002	Views: 12,093

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		   T+ 0:30
		 1.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

     Although I had taken a fairly substantial amount of the 'usual' psychodelics (LSD, MDMA, THC, DXM, Psilocybin) before this experience and enjoyed pretty much every second of it, NOTHING could have prepared me for what happened on that dark april night.

     My young adult life was filled with drug-induced journeys to the center of my soul -- these journeys would take place with my two step-brothers, both around my age, and they would occur at my house, in my room, bathroom, bed, wherever.  This was the last of those journeys (except for MDMA, but that can't compare) simply because of the sheer intensity of the experience and the terror it induced.

     Enough about me; the night began at approximately 6:30PM, after dinner and the parents had begun to get smashed -- another nightly occurrence -- so it was time to drop this 'KILLER' acid that we bought from our cousins, who at the time were my town's major source of acid.  The acid was black --- black like death.  I first went to take a shower, and before I got in the shower I popped 3 hits, and as soon as I got out of the shower I took 1.5 more hits, all of these hits were taken under my tongue, because for some fucked up reason I had heard it hits you harder that way -- I'm still unsure of the actual truth in that.  Doesn't matter to me anymore.

     That night had been especially exciting because this was a brand new batch of acid, and also I didn't have school the next morning because of Advanced Placement testing that I was taking for my programming class.  So we were all stoked.  We were also going to record the experience via a microphone onto a tape that I had lying around.

     About 1 hour in, I felt the acid bringing me up, slowly, and then all of a sudden everything surrounding me was a big joke.  I must have laughed nonstop for 2 hours, just pointing at something, saying something incomprehensible, and laughing histerically.  My brothers shared this feeling -- we were having a fantastic time.  I even called this chick that I liked up and just started cracking up on the phone... she ended up hanging up on me and I'm not sure I ever talked to her again, or ever would for that matter.  I know, its not cool, but hey it was a fucking riot at the time.  So anyways the trip wore on -- and my mind wore on with it.  At about 4 hours into the trip we were having a blast coloring ourselves with highliter and then going into the bathroom with a blacklight and tripping out looking at the 'neon tattoos.'  The last sane thing I remember is my older brother coming out of the bathroom with what looked like indian tribal warpaint on his face -- except all in highliter.   I didn't notice it until he all of a sudden turned the blacklight on -- and it scared the living shit out of me, and I must have screamed -- which I never should have done.

     My dad woke up, amazingly, at the sound of my scream -- and immediately knew something was up... 'what the fuck... what the hell are you kids up to?' ... Hell, I know I'd be a little bit frazzled if I walked into MY son's room and he had highliter all over his body and his pupils were the size of a fucking dinner plate.  Anyways, he was mad but didn't punish us -- he just sent us all to bed, in our respective rooms.  I was all alone, and my trip was just getting started, really.

     I tried to sleep.  No good.  Never gonna happen.  I began to ask myself what I was thinking and why I was thinking it to try and rationalize the situation calmly -- for I had never had these 'bad trip' feelings before.  As every minute slipped by, I felt I was growing more and more insane.  I kept trying to sleep, with nothing else to do -- no TV, just a computer.  I got on my computer and played some random game -- and completely sucked at it, and finally got so frazzled and confused that I wanted to do nothing else than go to sleep.  So, I put my Sasha Global Underground CD in and let BT's 'Fibbonacci Sequence' try to take me to sanity, and slumber.  I'm sure you thought that was it -- but no, the good part is yet to come.  Keep in mind that my mind is totally racing at 20000 miles an hour, the WHOLE time that all of this is happening... I was literally falling apart.  As I sat there in bed listening to Sasha, the sounds began to transform into what sounded like whispers, of ghosts... or something else.  I attempted to clarify these whispers, to learn this language that was being spoken to me -- one that can't be understood but any member of the human race.  This whispering language was probably the most horrifying sound I've ever heard.  I came to one conclusion -- it WAS, WITH NO QUESTION, Satan himself.  With that, I had crossed into the realm of insanity.

      I ran to the bathroom, stuffed my fingers down my throat hoping to spit the acid out and just stop the whole thing.  Yeah.  Right.  I sat down after my self-induced nothing and tried to pull myself together, and succeeded somewhat.  I decided to take a shower and just go to sleep.  I hopped in the shower and all of a sudden all the fear came back when I saw the water moving BACKWARDS from my skin to the shower head.  I don't know how that makes sense but thats the only way I can explain it.  I jumped out of the shower and ran to my bed, ready to just kill myself.  I moped around the house looking for pills and knives... ANYTHING to end these crazy thoughts that SATAN was putting in to my skull.  I was going apeshit and I was almost out of control -- I'm thankful that I had enough sense to put the knife down.

     I think the whole knife ordeal put me back into reality somewhat, but I was by no means on baseline... in fact I don't even think its right to put me on that scale because I simply had lost my mind... I shit you not when I say that I honestly thought that the devil himself was trying to communicate to me.  I finally came down at about 3 or 4 the next day, and I didn't go to sleep until about 9 that night.

     I got a 4/5 on my AP test, by the way, and I was fucking STRUNG OUT when I took that test -- kind of odd, isn't it?  Just goes to show you how much of this stuff is in your head.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 15928

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 10, 2002	Views: 15,705

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits

		 LSD

		 2 tablets

		 MDMA

		 30 hits

		 Nitrous Oxide

		 15 hits

		 Methamphetamine

		 10 hits

		 Salvia divinorum

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   55 kg

This is not a report of one experience but of how I got HPPD, and what has occured with regard to substance use since I got it.

I have smoked dope for a number of years now, and although it often made me paranoid I suffered no serious adverse affects.  Being curious about alterating my conciousness, about a year ago I dropped 3/4 of a tab of quality acid.  I was in an intimate, relaxed setting with friends and good music, but even so I felt a little apprhensive.  However, I smoked a couple of joints, mellowed out and ate the tab.  The trip was fantastic- I saw some amazing fractals and had a fanatasic trip, although it was not particularly intense.

I had no adverse effects the next day apart from a comedown, and decided that acid was something I'd like to do regularily.  Immediately after dropping the tab (the next few weeks) I smoked dope heavily, and about a month post-trip I started to notice fractals whenever I got stoned.  I dismissed this at first, but as I continued to smoke the symptoms worsened (but perhaps they would have naturally anyway).  Today, the symptoms are as bad as they have ever been, but since they started so mildly I can still lead a normal life, though they sure get me down sometimes.

The interesting thing is that although most HPPDers say that even smelling pot smoke can make their symptoms permanently worse, I have smoked (and continue to smoke) shitloads of pot since getting HPPD.  In addition, I dropped small doses of acid twice after getting this syndrome, and have also done e, slavia, nitrous, heaps of alochol and I currently do speed fairly regularly (it's about the only chemical that doesn't make symptoms worse).

Anyway, just though I'd submit this because my HPPD experience is rather different to the conventional one- and yes, I do have genuine hppd: static, afterimages, floaters, fucked up peripheral vision et. Al.

Anyway, I'm gonna go and smoke a couple of cones tonight- if I try and forget HPPD, it can sometimes forget me!

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2004 Follow-up Report

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 16501

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 1, 2002	Views: 91,559

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Methamphetamine (37), Nitrous Oxide (40), Salvia divinorum (44), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   8 kg

My first trip was a psychedelic blast.  My girlfriends and I were out watching a band at one of our regular haunts.  The lights were awesome.  We danced all night.  I didn’t drink but I was so happy I spent $50 shouting other people drinks.  Ouch!  Unfortunately this wild night led to a two year tripping binge which totally fucked me up, without me knowing it.

Throughout this time I had a few bad trips, many good.  Acid tricks your mind.  I told myself I should never end on a bad trip and of course after a good trip, there was no need to give up.

I was a good girl from a good home in a good middle class suburb.  My parents broke up and moved and I felt like I had no real sense of home.  I lived as I chose and I thought this meant I was free, but in all reality I was falling into a lonely life of grungy drugs and rocknroll, which tore at my self-esteem.

My worst trip began as a real hoot, as many bad trips do.  My boyfriend and some of his friends and I were driving around in the hills, checking out the forest.  The trees vibrated, leaves pulsed, it was awesome.  We drove up to a huge weir and watched the sun go down.  I remember we were on top of the world up there and I don’t even remember whose idea it was, but one of the guys and I did something terribly stupid, which could have ended in disaster for me.

The stars were bright and the water shone far below and Geoff held me by the ankles and I floated there upside down looking  at the water.  I felt free, truly free and  I remember thinking, if he dropped me I would either break my back or drown, then my boyfriend saw us and said “oy you two, stop being so stupid” and Geoff pulled me back up.  It was really weird.  We laughed and kidded around for a while then went back to the car, which was Geoff’s Mums.

It was dark and Geoff was spinning out so he pulled over and we all just sat there silently in the dark.  The tension was frightening.  I felt negative vibes pouring from Geoff towards me and I felt incredibly vulnerable like I needed to be hugged and loved and I was stuck in this car with four negative yobbos.  I closed my eyes and watched as pictures came, bright moving pictures, of space and time and dimension.  I saw universes inside universes and it freaked me out.  I felt tiny and worthless and miserable and I vowed to give up acid, but it took me another year before I did.  I have used it occasionally since as a party drug, but now I am too old to trouble my brain with it.  I would maybe indulge in a quarter tab at a concert one day but it would have to be damn good outdoor concert.

I have smoked pot off and on over the years, much more on than off though.  I wish I smoked less but I don’t.  I have had difficulty finishing things, finding myself and I have noticed that in research of former LSD users this is quite common.  The experience I had both at the weir and after in the car, were so huge, that they numbed me spiritually for about five years.  Since then I have been lucky to find God and Goddess in nature and feel the natural highs of life without chemical drugs.

After much growth and finding myself I have recently come to notice how much the casual drug use I grew up with, has affected me for the negative.  I have suffered from depression at times although I have tried to hide it from myself.  Denial is my middle name.  I had low self-esteem and endured crappy relationships because I felt like a cracked fragile person.  I am now finally seeing some successes in my life, through following my heart, my intuition, God and Goddess.

I still feel like I need to learn people skills, like many acid heads, I have hidden away from the 'real world' for a long time.  I find sustained conversation with strangers difficult because I am always stoned.  I plan to cut down my pot intake soon, maybe give up for a year, and go to uni, start learning again.  I do a lot of research about subjects I am interested in but until recently I have had trouble remembering what I’ve learnt.  I think this is more the pot than the lsd but who knows?

I would give up pot today if I could stop kidding myself I need it to have creative thought as a writer.  Perhaps by admitting this now I am half way there.

Exp Year: 1985	ExpID: 14111

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 1, 2002	Views: 15,363

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Post Trip Problems (8), Depression (15), Bad Trips (6), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

It took me 6 months to “discover” the acid since the first time I took it. The first times were all meaningless compared to what happened that strange night. The setting for the trip began about a week before it happened. I had a break from work and decided to visit Amsterdam. I was traveling by myself and since the moment I got there I kept counting the days backward to April 30th (queensday). The day that I would take the acid at the party. Unfortunately, a week wasn’t enough time for me to find some good acid, and I got to the party empty handed.  I was unhappy with that situation. I waited a long time for this day and was sure that by now I would have had the acid already. Like I said, my first blotters were all weak and I was sure that in Amsterdam the day would come. I was in a bad mood and didn’t feel like asking people at the party if they got some. Instead, I swallowed 3 extacys and was hoping for the best. A few hours later, it happened.

It seemed like things were just fine. I had a great time at the party and the whole acid story didn’t bother me. I kept thinking about all the good times I had during my week in Amsterdam and all the people seemed nice and friendly. Suddenly, things began to slow down. Slower and slower till my vision came to a complete stand still. I heard a blast inside my head and for a short time I couldn’t see a thing. When my vision came back it was still frozen, but a lot worse: it looked as if it was being shaken.

That was a strange sight. I remember thinking that if my mind is like a peaceful puddle, someone just threw a rock in there and completely blurred it. After a minute or so things were going back to normal. I tried to understand what the hell just happened, cause even 3 ex’s couldn’t make this shit happen. I couldn’t figure it out. A guy who was standing in front of me distracted me. He raised his arms to the air while shouting: “I can’t believe it! It was me! What a classic!” Clearly this guy was on way too much drugs. Normally this wouldn’t bother me, but it did. I kept staring at him. I had a feeling that he was some how related to my loss of vision experience. Bits of information came back to me one after another, building back my memory. Now I remember. Now I know what happened. And it’s pretty bad.

Earlier that night I was in a pretty bad shape cause of the pills. I did some things that I wouldn’t normally do, but I couldn’t help it, and only after they happened I remembered doing them. It was like having a delay between the reality and my mind, and this was one of those things:

The crazy guy and his friend were giving away MDMA and LSD for the people at the party (back then he wasn’t crazy). He came to me and asked me gently: “Excuse me, would you like, some, L S D?”  I said yes and took a sip from his bottle.

When it came to me that this is what happened I was scared to death. I took too much. And not only that, the guy who gave me the LSD was flipping out, and I’m probably next… I decided that the best thing to do was to walk away. I turned my head and then I found my self in a new place.

It was dark. I couldn’t see or hear a thing. Every once in a while I saw a star shining from a distance, and then disappear. I didn’t move, and it felt like I’ve been there for hours. I saw a person in front of me. I tried to look at him but I couldn’t focus. He was moving, and when I tried to understand what he was doing he was actually standing still. So I tried to look at him and he was moving again… I understood that it was completely useless and gave up on him.

“What is this place?” I asked myself.

“That, my friend, is LSD” the person answered.

I couldn’t understand the meaning of the word. It didn’t sound familiar.

“LSD? What is LSD?”

I just couldn’t understand. Was it a name of a place? Was it a feeling? Is LSD alive? I didn’t know where to start looking for the answer. The word was completely meaningless. I knew that the whole situation was wrong, that I had to get out of there, but I didn’t know how. Every time that word came up all I saw was something that resembles a trail of a comet.

“What is it?!”  I asked again, desperately.  And then the blurred person answered: “It’s all the things combined. A trip.”

Less then a second after it happened I found my self back at the party. I could remember everything that just happened and was in complete shock. I just had a classic trip! I was walking in space and talking to god. It was simply unbelievable. I wasn’t afraid anymore, I was happy. So happy that I completely forgot about my condition. At that point I decided that I want to take home with me some blotters so I can repeat that experience. I found the guy with the acid and asked him if he has some. He said yes. While I was busy trying to take some money out of my pocket, I failed to see that he misunderstood me. He took out a small bottle and laid a drop on my right hand. I froze.

“You don’t have any paper?” I asked.

“No. That’s all I got left and I’m just spreading it around”.

That wasn’t what I needed. I had enough chemicals running around in me without taking a second dose of acid, but I took it anyway. It was bitter. It felt like a thousand little hairs on my tongue and I knew that it’s gonna cost me big time. I came back to the party and analyzed my position:

It seems that somehow I got into something that was way over my league, but I was able to escape from it. I found my way back to the real world and what’s the first thing I do? I choose to take another drop!

That’s bad. The first one didn’t even wear off. When the second one will hit me, it’s gonna get ugly. I know it.

Nothing more to do then wait and try to prepare myself for what is about to happen.

It wasn’t long before my vision started slowing down again. This time I knew what would happen but I couldn’t stop it. I heard another blast inside my head and once again things froze in place. I felt electricity all over my body and in my head. When I woke up I couldn’t remember a thing. I didn’t know my name, where I was or what I was doing there. I had just a bit of common sense left, and I said to myself that if there is one thing that is need to be done, it is to prove to myself that I am not crazy and say my name. No name. No nothing. I didn’t know anything.

“Listen to me”, I said (to myself). “You can do whatever the hell you want, but as long as you don’t tell me what is your name, you should know that you are fucked up cause of the acid. Probably for good”.

“Wait, don’t panic” I answered. “Just give me a few seconds to add things up and I’ll show you that I’m not crazy”.

I took a deep breath and looked around. I could see that I am in a party, and I could remember my name. I was quite relieved that once again I found my way back to reality, but I wasn’t aware that since that moment, I was living in a distorted reality. I convinced myself that my home was in Amsterdam, and that the people at the party are my friends. None of the above was true, but there was no way that I could have figured it out. It was like a dream. I could feel that things around me were weird in a certain way, but I was not aware of the fact that I was dreaming (or tripping) and I just accepted all the weird stuff that happened.

I was enjoying my private world, with my private reality that I made up. I had no worries because there was nothing to worry about. Nothing was wrong.  All the problems seemed to have gone away and instead I got waves of positive energy. I talked to people as if I knew them for ages. I actually remembered things that never happened, but I believed they did. It could have lasted forever, but at a certain point I had to go out and vomit. After I went it was clear that it was time to go home. I started looking for my car, and couldn’t find it. I was afraid that it was stolen. I didn’t know what to do. How am I going to get home?

And then it hit me.

There is no car. There are no friends who will take care of me. I am all alone in a foreign country.

This isn’t my home.

It was like everything that happened so far was compressed into one second of harsh reality.

I suddenly realized what was happening the entire evening, all at once.

This was just too much. I was now aware of the fact that I can’t tell the difference between what is real and what is not. It was like waking up from a dream only I wasn’t sleeping. How could it happen? I spent some time out at the fresh air, without psychedelic music thumping in my head. I felt like the trip was crawling out of me and was going back to where it came from. Its funny, I spent 6 months of my life trying to reveal what is behind the LSD, and the moment I gave up on it I got caught off guard, twice… I guess that no matter how hard you can look for it, eventually it will find you.

Looking back at that night I can see why the trip was developing the way it did. When you put something in the oven you know that when it will come out, it will taste like its ingredients. Eating acid is a way of finding out what your ingredients are. What you experience in a trip is for you alone. It cannot be shared. There are a few things that can be shared, like what you have just read. But keep in mind that it is only the tip of the iceberg and that it goes a lot deeper then a couple of written pages. The main thing I learned is that acid is something I have to deal with after taking it, rather then during.

 That’s when I have to give explanations about things that just cannot be explained.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 18278

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 18, 2002	Views: 12,652

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LSD (2) : Club / Bar (25), Combinations (3), General (1)


           BODY WEIGHT:
	   9 kg

I got HPPD after my first trip (3/4 tab of quality acid) and since then (about a year ago) I have probably smoked 3-4 ounces of grass, used alchohol 3-4 times a week, had two mild doses of speed, done e once (2 pills) acid twice (1/3 tab and 1/2 tab) nitrous oxide 20-30 times and salvia (leaf and 5x extract) 8-10 times.  My symptoms have not gotten much worse, despite reports that use of other drugs (particularly psychedlics and grass) make them so.  I have not had a particulaly strong psychedlic experience (the acid I took after getting HPPD was pretty crap) and do not use drugs to excess (apart from alcohol and dope).

The doses of drugs I have taken have been pretty mild, and my symptoms have worsened a little- just not to the extent described elsewhere.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 14717

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 21, 2002	Views: 43,965

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Methamphetamine (37), MDMA (3), Salvia divinorum (44), LSD (2) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 5:00
		 40 mg
		 oral
		 TMA-2
		 (capsule)

		   T+ 0:59

		 oral
		 Methamphetamine
		 (capsule)

		   T+ 18:00
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (extract)

		   T+ 30:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Oxycodone

		   T+ 0:59
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

This was the first week in sometime that there was acid in town.  So after obtaining a fair quantity the prior weekend, and testing the strength with a small dose (1 hit)  I decided I would go on one of my 'weekend journey's'.  Something I hadn't done in nearly two years.   It is essentially  a weekend of psychedelics.    These experiences are more than recreational, they are a chance for me to reflect on my life and the decisions I make.

So, the journey began.  I awoke at noon on a beautiful sunny Saturday.  I took a shower and cleaned myself up.  This is very important to me and I feel cleansed and purified before my experience.  I didn't eat anything prior to the trip for the same reason.  Although, at 2p, when I took the 4 hits of acid and I ate half a peanut butter sandwich.   There was one hit on each sugar cube and that is too much sugar for me to eat alone. The sugar gave me slight nausea but passed.

Within an hour I was tripping within two hours I had signifcant visual.   Now during this experience I was accompanied by my girlfriend (who I live with) my roommate, and my younger brother.  They took the same quantity of acid as I did.  At first I felt the trip might be too strong.  As I rose to the peak I felt very anxious and scared, almost physically sick.  But I tried to reason with myself that if I  relax and think positive thoughts and the fear and the negative thoughts will leave.  I went to my bed and laid there, putting a blank over me relaxed me and made my head, which felt like it was swimming with thoughts, settle a bit.  At this point I still lacked perception changes, the acid was only affecting my thoughts.   Finally, my thoughts stabilized and my friends left to the store to get cigarettes.  I was left with my brother, it was his first time to use acid and he was tripping very hard.  He was talking about being able to see himself in the ceiling.  Since I was back in control of myself I watched after him in the apartment.

I was dissappointed that I wasn't getting visuals. So I proceeded to smoke several bowls. Suddenly I was bombarded with images.  This time my visuals seem to be mostly vortex in nature, swirling about a central point.    Throughout the trip I remained fairly in control of myself and I wasn't having the introspective thoughts I usually get on acid.  So I turned on some music quite loud and sat around listening to music with my friends who had just returned. For at least two hours I laid on my couch lost in a world I can only vaguely remember.  It was a beautiful place of colors and voices and is completely beyond description.

Five hours into the trip my roommate decided to take some rolls.  I decided to take my TMA.  My girlfriend and brother opted to not take any more drugs. Now I know that my capsule of TMA-2 had a certain quantity of speed in it and 40mg of TMA-2.  I do not like amphetamines, but I decided to make an exception because TMA-2 is rare.   I dosed and felt very sped up for 3 hours.  I hate that feeling.  I was shaking uncontrollably and I felt freezing cold even though everyone else was burning up.  During this hell I wanted to die and the acid shifted gears on me.  I becaming very clearly headed and although the visuals intensified, I was able to concentrate better.  Unfortunately,  I began to concentrate so hard that it felt as if my brain was somehow concentrating and amplifying the mental pain I felt.

 After the 3 hour torcher the TMA kicked in and at this pointed I didn't know which end was up and I was feeling GREAT.  The smallest things: a crack in a wall or a stain on a carpet suddenly seemed perfectly etched into the universe.   This drew my attention to the imperfections in everything, especially art  and music, and at this point I understood that somehow, imperfections were what really define beauty.  Perhaps imperfections are the wrong word,  but I am not sure what the right word is. I was tripping quite hard, this was one of the strongest trips I have ever been on and my visuals were overwhelming and for awhile my vision became a soup of colors and shapes.

At some point as my mind returned  and visuals reduced I realized my brother and girlfriend had fallen asleep and my roommate who was candy flipping was very much awake with me.  It also came to my attention that it was 10am in the morning Sunday.  I was still tripping hard and sleep was at least 12 hours away.   Me and my roommate sat around smoking weed for several hours and as my trip faded more and more I realized that despite how strong the trip was, something felt unresolved.  I felt as if I were leaving some memory or lesson behind as I left my 'tripping universe' and entered my 'normal' universe.  So,  me and my roommate decided to return to wonderland for awhile. I have smoked Sally before, but only gotten really giddy.  I seldom get visuals.  But, I read doing salvia with another psychedelic can be really powerful.  I was a bit nervous, but I was definitely coming down now and I figured I could handle what was thrown at me.

I packed the extract into the bowl of our bong.  I put it to my mouth and began to light.   I sucked nearly the entire bowl into my lungs,  (I play saxophone and have a HUGE lung capacity).  I held it until I felt like I was going to pass out and I let it out.  I sat for a second and just as I thought, 'that's funny it doesn't seem to be working'  BAM  I was rocked to some other world where I felt like my conciousness became the play thing of some little plant that grows South America.   While I was gone, I thought I had lived in this world forever and the normal world was a dream.  Then suddenly I was back, my hand still grasping the bowl, eyes wide open looking at Matt and he was looking at me.  And I shouted, 'wow' Loudly.  Everything looked perfectly defined  and beautiful.  Then I realized something was different.  I looked around frantically, ' what's different, what's different'  I asked Matt and he was just laughing at me.

Then I started laughing and I realized that I was the candle light and my whole spirit was flickering with the candle light.  Then I looked down.  'Holy shit, '  I thought to myself, 'Have legs and feet and I can walk and I am NOT the candlelight.'  I was so excited I got up and started to scramble across the room.   Then I remembered that during my reading that some people had gotten hurt walking around on Saliva, so I stopped and hit the floor and sat there until the Sally passed.  I felt very strange for awhile and then returned to my trip.  The experience was extremely intense.  Not scary so much, but enough to shock me a bit and I definitely felt no more need to return to wonderland.  I was happy I was finally able to truly experience salvia and the knowledge she imparts and not just giddy laughter that I normally get.

Slowly the other substances wore off.  But as expected, the meth that was used to cut the TMA was still burning strong and I had a lot of energy and at this point it was 8:30pm and I was still unable to sleep.  I was no longer tripping and I had a strong headache from not eating or sleeping or even closing my eyes enough.  Advil was no help.  Normally I don't like to take anything to 'bring me down' from a trip.  I believe that leaves issues unresolved.  But I was no longer tripping I was just very much awake.  So I called my friends with Oxy's and took one, I don't remember the dosage, but I took just one pill.  Smoked a lot more weed and eventually fell asleep. As I drifted off, it felt as if some of my closed eye visuals returned, but this didn't keep me from sleeping. It is 5pm Monday and I feel great as I write this right now.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 19176

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 25, 2002	Views: 29,003

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LSD (2), TMA-2 (112), Salvia divinorum (44), Methamphetamine (37) : Multi-Day Experience (13), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

I had ingested mass quanities of LSD over a period of 3 years, followed by a 3yr abstinence to all strong mind altering substances.  Then along came a day, or perhaps better said, a moment, when I suddenly felt like I was on 100mics of LSD (note this is 3yrs after any usage).  I have been on this trip for the last 8 months now, day and night, along with thousands of  thers who  suffer from HPPD (hallucinogen persisting perception disorder).

When I was using LSD I took about 500 microgram dosages on average, though  I've taken up to 5000 micograms at a time. I probably tripped 200 times in a 3yr period.

Before the HPPD symptoms came on, I had *acute* anxiety disorder shit, maximum stress, and I went into a severe abnormal 2week depression before the onset of the major symptoms occured. My symptoms are complete etachment from reality, inability to think fluently, thousands of incoherent thought processes that make me feel like i'm going crazy, huge trails, light  flashes, feel like i'm dreaming 24/7, mutating furniture and other objects, static in the air, halos around objects, LSD-like body high, and probably other shit I can't think of right now.

I'm not crazy, i'm not schizophrenic, nor do I have any other mental disorder aside from having a most unfortunate and many times permanent impairment of every sense, feeling, perception, thought process: thick tracers, light flashes, halos aroundo objects, static in the air, depersonalization, and sometimes almost complete ego death, very dream like.

Fortunately for me, and not so fortunate for others i've been lucky enough to take up on a homeopathic doctors treatment which is slowly but surely eliminating all of the symptoms apposed to just treating the acute pain with an anecdote like clonazepam for the rest of my life. Just thought you might be interested, I beleived it was a myth for many years, and in a sense it is considering I don't have actual psychosis (meaning i'm not delusional)...

I have something inside of me that is sane in diametric position to all of my senses saying i'm crazy... it can be quite uncomftorable, and I was suicidal for a while, but its in no way psychological... purely physiological, and I do beleive that the metaphysical precedes the physiological, and perhaps certain doors weren't closed correctly, I was a fucking LSD guru ready to present my X-ray vision, and telekenetic exploitation to the CIA. Now i'm in the midst of alot of infernal pain... however it will pass.

At the moment, i'm suffering from HPPD again because i'm not taking the clonazepam right now (mis understanding with my doctor), therefore I don't even drink caffeine right now because it excacberates my symptoms about 2 fold.

I usually take 1mg of klonopin(clonazepam) every 12 hours, and I literally go from being completley out of my mind to about 85% normal within 20 minutes of taking 1 to 1-1/2mg. It is a benzodiazepine that is most effective above all other benzo's for this disorder. Unfortunatley

a tolerance starts to develop in most people at some point, including in myself. However though I complained about my tolerance to the drug, I did not realize how much it was helping me until my discontinuation of it about 2 weeks ago.

I'm still in good spirits for the most part however, because I know that there is something that takes the trip away, and though i'm still very unfomftorable right now, I have faith that i'll ultimatley vanquish this in some way or another, and whether I do or not.. it's ok with me now. The klonopin really helps, i'm gonna try celexa soon though, something thats not addictive, with potential ability to help. I tried welbutrin, and all that did was make me lose 20 pounds. Hopefully i'll be back on klonopin in several days, tolerance free and all.

[ 2 months later , now 2003 ]

I was put back on klonopin, doing fine, but was suggested to see a new psychiatrist who works with drug addicts like myself, she has dealt with numerous people who suffer post LSD disorder, and said that she

was going to take me off of klonopin(This freaked me out), instead she put me on a non addictive anti-psychotic called risperdal and it is not only

more effective then klonopin, it actually balances out the chemicals and is not addictive; in addition she said that in most cases even as severe as mine, the subject can ween off of the risperdal after several years and have zero symptoms, without them ever returning. This is great news. I'm taking 2.5mg a day right now, slowly going up to 3mg. The side effects

are at first *extremely* sedating, nasal inflamation and some anxiety, but it's worth it. This drug mutes the seratonin and dopamine neurotransmitters which helps dispel the overactive LSD symptoms. You can add this to the site.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 21020

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 3, 2003	Views: 28,667

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


		 DOSE:

		 200 ug
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

I took acid 15 times in 2 years in the early 1990s and found it an amazing experience, and like all new experiences, modified my view of the world. For me, the new experiences stopped after 3 trips and the remainder were a waste of time.

Unfortunately I had a number of side effects that I attribute to LSD. these were:

Depersonlisation (duration 1-2 week after trip) - sometimes after taking strong (200ug+) acid I would loose all sense of my self - as if I was a robot/non human.

Recurring Pulsing light (in between trips) - Regularly during sleep or drowsing I would feel all woozy and then experience a painful rapid white pulsing light in my head, blocking out all thoughts, followed by murky near vision hallucinations of geometric shapes that were exactly the same as the visuals I experienced on acid. Curiously after this I would feel at complete peace -serene-as if my head had been 'flushed' of all problems. This stopped immediately after stopping acid.

Associations/Rationalising - Perhaps the most serious side effect, lasting a number of years(3-5) after final use, was that I was my ability to rationalise in everyday life was seriously hampered. I was making wrong connections/associations - for example I believed my 'fate' was geared around the number '67' which related to (amongst other things) the number of letters in a poet's name whose poems 'spoke' to me, addresses of houses, names of girlfriends (the list goes on...)

To conclude, what an experience! but I wouldn't take it more than a few times if I had my time again.

Exp Year: 1991	ExpID: 7440

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 9, 2003	Views: 19,936

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Post Trip Problems (8), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		   drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

After reading countless reports of LSD induced trauma and mind warping, I feel obligated to recount MY experiences with LSD.

Back in around grade 11 (17 years old) I started becoming more interested in drugs other than weed and alcohol. Most of my friends had tried acid and seemed fine. Despite the horror stories (people clawing out their eyes or scratching their arms off etc) I decided to get my hands on some.

So, I went to my long term friend, had a chat with him and ended up leaving his house with a sheet of 250 hits of acid. I got a sheet because this way, each hit cost 50 cents and I could sell each one for 5 dollars. Anyways, on with the experiences.

I first tried half a hit at school. I did it without telling anybody. I met up with my friend after school (I went to a private school so we always met up after) and told him how I felt. I felt fine. A little edgy, pupils dilated, and slightly sick. The sick feeling was 'gut-rot' that people sometimes get after taking acid -- and it wasn't that bad at all.

Soon enough, I was doing acid at school, by myself, each day. My dose would increase throughout the week so that I always had the same buzz. It seemed that if I did half a tab on Monday, that on Tuesday, I would need a full tab to experience what I felt on Monday. By Friday I would be up to 3 or 4 tabs at most. I wouldn't do it on Sundays and rarely did it on Saturdays. This went on for about 5 months. You can do the math, but, despite the way you look at it, that is a hell of allot of acid!

Now, I wasn't doing this to get high. My grades shot WAY up and I was able to pay attention in class much more effectively. Each day I would wake up, eat breakfeat, and with my mug of coffee, wash down a hit or two of acid. At lunch, I would go to the library and study and eat my sandwiches in an isolated cublicle. My mind was so clear and learning was much much easier.

Most days, I felt fine. However, occasionally, I would come to school feeling absolutely horrible. And I mean horrible. My digestive system would be in absolute turmoil and I had no mental or physical capacity to do anything. I just felt totally burnt out: my eyes would be bloodshot and my skin would be very pale.

At about the 5 month mark, I fell ill with pneumonia. I was extremely sick and bedridden for almost a month. I attribute this to being run down by the effects of the LSD. Essentially, my mind was in over-drive for 5 months. I decided to quite acid. Once I had returned to school, my marks dropped and I went back to my usual bored self. Teachers were concerned as were my parents. It is funny that they only became concerned after all this had happened. To this day however, I still have not touched any illegal substance.

Throughout this time, I never once saw anything --- only 'tracers' like when you had looked at a bright light and closed your eyes. Years later (well not too many), I am doing fine. I graduated from a top university in economics and am now going to start my masters in finance. So obviously my little experience hasn't had any effects on my brain.

I think that the effects of using this drug are overated and blown out of proportion. Hope this is usefull to somebody.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 20972

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 12, 2003	Views: 17,396

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LSD (2) : School (35), Health Problems (27), General (1)


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

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

		   T+ 3:00
		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

I've been smoking weed &amp; hash for the past 3-5 years &amp; i've tried almost everything but ACID. I made a deal with my bro 3 years ago that I'd only do it if he was around cuz he has done acid alot, just in case I freak out. I was visiting my bro (E) in US &amp; on 4th Jan 2001. (E) got some Acid we took the first hit around 10:30 pm, E went to spin &amp; I just sat &amp; waited for something to happen after all I've been researching on Acid for almost a year.

12 am, nothing I only had a headache cuz I haven't slept well. So me bro called his friend (K) &amp; he came around 12:45 with some more Acid, GHB &amp; Ketamine

1 am we took 2 hits each.

2 am, still nothing &amp; I was getting so bored &amp; sleepy the only thing I felt different were colors they were more alive. (K) walked up to me &amp; asked if I wanted more, I Said yes &amp; this time I took 4 hits (crazy I know) but I was starting to feel that this shit doesnt work with me. I was wrong.

3:30 am I started Trippin funny, I was on the sofa &amp; I was a bit cold so I covered myself with a red blanket, 15 mins after that I was laughing &amp; yelling &amp; jumpin my ass on the sofa &amp; when the guys asked me whats Wrong with me I Simply said : there's a fuckin Star Trek episode down here of course I was the hero.

The guys didn't wana leave me long on the couch &amp; they convinced me that I have'nt seen anything yet, So K pulls me &amp; takes me close to the black light in the corner &amp; shows me his Tattoo. Wooooooooooow I couldnt open my mouth I was all eyes looking at the best 3-d tattoo i've ever seen. After a bit of GHB, dancing &amp; beer I was starting to feel funny so I went to WC to wash my face, I locked myself in looked at the mirror &amp; I was shocked, It was'nt me I kept looking at myself 4 a while not knowing that my vision was fucked up not me. It started getting quiet &amp; I thought that the guys left (I was so focused on the mirror that I lost contact with everything but my vision &amp; my reflection on the mirror). I started talking to myself within me &amp; sometime there I just got hot so I decided to sit. 2 mins after that everything was going black, I felt like trapped in a coffin &amp; I choked. 4 a min there I thought I was dying &amp; I calmed down like I never did &amp; then I heard a voice saying hey wake up &amp; snap out of it, you're ok it's only what u took, concentrating on that voice, it was mine!! I donno how that happend then.

I'm sure I forgot a part, I was in there for 5 mins, felt like a year, anyway I dragged myself out &amp; I went out of the house, took the dog 4 a walk etc... When I came back everyone was looking for me they thought I jumped in the lake near by or something I dont remember well but the one thing I wont forget was that look on my bro's face. He asked if I was ok &amp; I smiled back &amp; said, yeah I'm chillin. I had 2 more tabs a while after that.. I've done Acid 13 other times &amp; I still will. You may be asking yourself WHY ?? Simply read below :

ACID is a never ending story, the key to a good trip is inside of me, it takes alot of courage &amp; faith &amp; dont ever let anyone talk you into anything if you're not ready. Personally I dont believe in ADDICTION i think it's all in our head I had second thoughts about myself when my trip went down but instead of passing out overdosed in the tub, I partied for 3 days nonstop.

P.s : I wrote this after having 2 hits &amp; I think i've been writing all that for the past 4 hours, I'm too tired to go over it again, anyway I'M SORRRRYYYY IF I SOUNDED STUPID take care all &amp; dont forget THE WORLD IS BETWEEN YOUR HANDS, WE MAKE OUR OWN FATE &amp; OUR OWN TRIP

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 7936

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 31, 2003	Views: 9,825

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


		 DOSE:

		 12 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

My second experience with acid has been, to date, my most signifigant and was a transformative event in my life.  Before that point I had a healthy respect for the drug but perhaps not to the extent I should have. At the time I was doing relatively well financially so taking a pharmacopia of drugs into a rave wasn't unusual for me.  I would bring some for myself and enough to resell at cost to several dozen of my friends.  I wasn't interested in making a profit, just in buying affection.

My previous acid trip had been in a low-key environment but I had no qualms about trying it in the frenetic atmosphere of a party for some reason.  I intended to drop and take ecstacy later on. I took 2 hits of a large sheet and then proceeded to deal out a score of caps of E waiting for the effects to kick in.  The building was quite familiar to me; in my area there are few venues available to rave promoters.  Every time I went to a party there it seemed smaller.

Around this point my memory becomes rather vague.  I remember being hungry and eating something but not what that something was.  My friends tell me they remember seeing me munching on some paper and subsequent investigations revealed that in my delerium, I had eaten the entirety of the rest of my acid. Time ceased to move forward of its own accord.  Events would only proceed through a conscious excercise of will.  Additionally, I no longer chose to do things, I chose the alternate reality in which I did the things I wanted myself to do - an fine distinction. I gradually lost touch with my fundamental understanding of who and what I was.  I had the strange fear that I had seen a deeper layer of reality and, having done so, I would never be able to regain a normal viewpoint; never be able to pull the wool back over my eyes. Out of the whirling ball of paranoia that I had become, one thought concept finally cut through and calmed me.  I realized that no matter what straits I found myself in, whatever trials I faced, just by concentrating on the moment and living for that instant alone I could always be perfectly content.

It was a new idea for me although not new to the world as I later found out.  Further reading revealed that many schools of thought had advanced such a conclusion and had developed it much further including Buddhism, Gnosticism and a few varieties of shamanism.

After that trip I gained new appreciation for the Buddhist practices of my mother and I now attend meditations with her and I have never been happier.  All in all a very welcome lesson.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 22648

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 3, 2003	Views: 9,777

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LSD (2) : General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 3.5 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

My friend had recently gotten half a tab of acid and one of my other friends had bought a couple when I wen to meet him and 3 of my other good friends. I was told it was intense from a friend G. He had tripped the night before and said he had a life changing experience. I was a little wary cuz of that. D did some Ecstasy, me and J each did only one tab. G was supposed to sit us so we didn't freak out. So 30 minutes later, we attempted to hotbox J's bathroom but after only one hit each  (which was freaking huge that bong is amazing) I definitely felt very fucked up. We wandered back into the living room and I was tripping. Now apparently, G left at 10, and we had started tripping at 9. (took the tab at 8:30) At some point L, J's ex girlfriend came over, and she was tripping on acid too. At that point, I was sitting on the couch, tripping sooooo intensely. Every sound was part of this insane rhythm and music I was hearing in my head. Everything I was seeing was also part of it. My vision was filled with insane patterns that evolved constantly and moved with the music.

Apparently I had sat their for an hour and a half straight without saying a word, and L comes over, she is soooo fucking cracked out. Tripping balls. D says she has her shirt off in a bra going, what am I doing here? How did I get here? Where are my clothes. I didn’t even realise she had come until I heard her voice and I was like holy shit L is here? Wtf? Then they try to rouse me from apparently sitting with my eyes wide open, and not seeing them at all. They said they had waved their hands in front of my face and called my name a whole lot. I eventually heard G in a weird echoing kind of way. I thought he said, welcome back, but he swears he never said it. In my mind it suddenly made sense and I responded, ahh yes we all return here don't we? But they say I never said that either. Then after some gentle shakes, I came back to reality slightly still tripping balls, and looked up, G was their and for some reason I thought we were all part of the same person and that there were numerous people talking to me but most of them hadn't existed. I asked him 'how many of you exist?' It was the first words I had uttered since going into my trance.

Then I sunk back into it. I started to feel like I was filled with cold electricity. G left. (the sitter) Then I started to feel that I was covered in a blanket of death that was slowly consuming my life to give me this vision of life and music so beautiful that I became so engulfed in it. I slowly let myself die. At that point, I literally gave up on life and died. At least it felt like that, like I had willed myself to death, and yet it was so beautiful and yet so painful emotionally. I felt like I could have left them with a corpse and ceased to exist. At that point, 2 drops of tears rolled slowly down my eyes. My friends asked me if I was alright. I said, I’m dead. The next words I had uttered since saying how many of you exist. Then it got real weird with D saying my name softly questioningly. Over and over, softly. Are u ok? Dude? They tried shaking me, but I just collapsed off the couch. After a bit I felt death was soo emotionally beautiful and yet painful, like losing your best friend, except letting go of life instead, that I returned.

I was much less fucked but still tripping balls. I roused from my trance to see D motioning for us to bong. I don’t remember if I had. I think I accidentally was confusing L allot by saying, do u really exist? And I asked her how old she was and she said 16. I said ahhh 16 year olds, I’m 17, But I don’t know why I said that because I’m 16. And later I was like what was I possibly thinking. We left, me and L tripping balls in the cold. We decided to ride the rails and rode into Brooklyn. There at pacific avenue, we somehow went in circles and took trains that led to nowhere. Once we were told to get off because it wasn't moving for the night once it left the station. We left, and returned to the same one. Then the conductor drove into the tunnels and stopped. For 5 minutes we did nothing but look at light and listen to the air vents. Then the conductor came back and said didn’t I tell you not to go on this train? Now I'll have to drive back.

Eventually at 3:30 in the morning I buzzed home, got my parents pissed at me though they didn't even suspect due to the fact I said like 10 words to them and proceeded to not be able to sleep for another 2 and a half hours. I was still feeling it. After dying, my whole life was changed, all those petty things that piss me off I just ignore. I was sure that I had felt what willing yourself to death was like. This was on Sat. Today is Wed. I’m planning on tripping again tomorrow but this time I think it will be different because much of my fustration and depression left me from last time.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 20849

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 22, 2003	Views: 8,894

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

It was summer and me and my friend (which I will just call Ray) had gone to Minnesota to our cabin with my family. We had brought some Lsd and Cannibus with us to make the trip a little more fun.

It was the first night we were there and we had bought a energy drink called Venom which contained a high percent of citric acid because we had heard from a friend that citric acid will inhance the trip of lsd. We took our doses at about 9:00 and already started feeling gigglely and seeing trails. Soon after that we went to our cabin and drank our energy drinks. We grabbed my cd player and my cds and headed down to the lake. When we got down to the lake ,it pitch black with no moon but you could see every star in the sky including some Northern Lights off in the distance to our right.We grabbed some lounge chairs and sat on the dock looking at the sky. It was about 11:00 and we turned on some Mindless Self Indulgence and Ray pulled out a joint. We smoked the joint and the sky started gettin blurry and all the stars started producing trails.

Soon we started trippin hardcore and continued to smoke a couple bowls and every time I looked back a Ray he turned into somebody I knew but I just didnt know who they were. I looked up at the stars and they looked as if they were fallin but never hit the ground and the waves of lake looked like there was a strobe light reflcting of them. The stars where still spinning and moving when at 12:35 i looked at my watch and I got hit with an intense amount of feelin and started talking but no words would come out. The stars started spinnin really fast and kept spinning until they had turned in to a lazer show which moved on to a tunnel that kept moving forward and looked like i was movng closer to it and i coulnt look away. All these clown faces started fallin out of the tunnel in the sky and hit the water ,and the waves from these faces came toward me and when they hit he dock I fell out of my chair and couldnt move. I and watched Ray  for a long time as he gazed up at the stars.

Then i couldnt handle it and got up and turned the music off. Ray stood up and grabbed me and shook me and said to stop yelling when i was sayin nothing at all. I picked up the cd player and we started walking back to our cabin. I looked at my watch and it was 1:45 when we reached the hill we had to climb up to get to our small about 10x10 cabin. We were walkin up the hill through the dark which what had seemed to be at least an hour which it should of tookin 5 minutes. I sat down and waited for Ray to catch up I  look at my watch  and it had been 3 min. I asked Ray if he thought we were goin the right way because i thought it had been so long and he said ya. I stood up and looked at the ground and continued walkin up the hill and i wasnt moving at all and looked up and i was at the top and could see out cabin. The light outside the cabin was puttin off sound that sounded like a insect and we stepped inside and th sound stop.

Ray turned on a movie and I ignored it and looked over and at it and some girl came out of a miiror and killed another and i freaked out and shut it off. I couldnt handle any sound or movements and my friend tried calming me and saying just wait you will reach your peak. It was helping me but i coulnt look at him any longer because he had four eyes. We both sat there in silence for what seemed a long time. Then i started coming down and could handle music so we turned on some techno and grabbed 2 flashed lights and waved then over our heads untill i felt like i couldnt see any more. I layed down and closed my eyes and i got a huge amount of visuals of colors and shadows. i opened my eyes again and it was morning .I had fell asleep and continued to trip in my dream or unconcius mind. That is the description of the best time of my life. Since then i have never tripped as hard and i havent drank anything or took anything that involved citric acid, so I think the citric acid definitly inhanced my trip.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 11524

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 23, 2003	Views: 11,801

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