		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 kg

We felt like Gods that night. Twin Apollos roaming the earth, freed from our fleshly cocoons by the acid tabs we’d taken a few hours earlier. How things had changed. Just an hour ago I was whinging about experiencing no effects whilst driving my friend the D-Man home in my car. [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]  He was to be my trip buddy and there seemed no need for him to hang around as we’d taken dud tabs. We'd been waiting for this night because we were Acid virgins. I was so scared I popped a valium and had a cone to take off the edge of the 3 tabs. I wanted to see God straight up. Bring on the ego dissolution I kept hearing about. But so far I'd felt nothing but the bitter taste of the acid, a mild high from the pop, and now I was getting sleepy.

Suddenly I became transfixed by the beauty of a bug on the inside of the windscreen, and not long after that the steering wheel started to melt through my hands. Welcome to the house of fun. Somehow we got to D-Man’s house and upon leaving the car I looked up to the Moon. It shattered into a tetrahedron with a Moon at each juncture. I turned to say something but D-Man had seen it too. We thought it best to get inside his flat as quickly as possible while we still could and locked the door behind us. D-Man went to light an incense stick and that too split, and then formed three separate versions. A golden orb was circling in an arc through the lighted tips. I got the impression with blinding certainty that it was a fire sprite, whatever that is, that was keeping the sticks burning. Again, D-Man saw the same thing. We were linked up on this ride, for better or worse. Maybe I should have listened to my Mum’s ‘don’t do drugs’ speech, but when she gave it to me she had a Martini in one hand and an Alpine cigarette in the other. It was hard to take her seriously, and she was deaf to the irony.

The room started to fill out with giant plasma balls. They looked like interlocking molecules and were coming in and out of the undulating white light waterfalls covering the walls. It was around this time that pictures of people, on magazines lying around, started to come alive. Their faces looked questioningly at me, and some had a beckoning look of invitation. They told me to walk through the walls, so I placed both palms on one and focused into the bricks and mortar. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, I divided the white light waterfalls to reveal an oblong crack that grew steadily larger. I was now peering into a different dimension and amongst the vermillion swirls of light I saw a group of purple beings. They appeared to have a hive mind. As one their group consciousness called to me - to stay, to play. One creature took my hand in the universal sign of welcome, and I stood teetering on the brink.

The next second held a key nexus decision point in the matrix of the Universe and I chose the earthbound path and plane. I pulled back from the entity and fell back into the room, but I was not the same. The room no longer looked like it did before. It was the same and yet different. All objects had become timeless and eternal within themselves. It was like I had stepped out of time and now beheld the Truth. Time is a kid’s game and mainly illusion. A tool to be used in the Universal University. I sensed the mass consciousness of the planets in my Solar System bearing down upon my fragile consciousness. They welcomed me like a little brother. I turned around to D-Man but he had become a Cosmic Flower, the Seed of Life, and his Soul was radiating the scent of knowledge which spanned eons. All objects had become metaphor. The outer form an undulating husk or mask, for the ever increasing infinitude of depth, just beyond the time-space boundary of the surface of a coke can or vase.

It had been an interesting drug career which led me here. It had accelerated over time. Five years of age and the chocolate addiction started, seven years old and I shoveled father’s powdered snuff up my nose, thirteen years old and I downed five coffees a day ‘til I was jazzed and jittered, sixteen years saw the birth of alcohol benders, seventeen the abuse of tobacco, eighteen meditating till I slipped into the Nirvana of my own ass, nineteen pot, twenty home made 'cocaine', and finally to acid at twenty-one. Home made cocaine I hear you ask? I had read that it could be made from a distillation of wild lettuce. I thought it would be ok to use the common supermarket variety, and set about fermenting two giant tubs of the stuff. Under my parent’s house it bubbled away, and they bought the line that I was on a health kick and needed this special dietary supplement. When the day came to smoke the waxy residue I got more of a hit off the fumes from the pen I was using as a makeshift pipe. I should have stuck to the wild lettuce, but where does that grow?

D-Man had taken one tab less than the three dragon spots flying in my system. He had control again but I was still a kite in the cosmic breeze. Then things went pear shaped. ‘Let’s go to the Grave Yard man,’ he said whilst hoicking me out the door. The Toowong Cemetery was isolated enough in the daytime and now it was close to Midnight. Still, I was in no state to protest. Once there he drove straight to the highest point in the site. [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]  A marble finger stabbed up from a crypt on the hill; the final resting place of a famous parliamentarian. Around it swirled spectral dragons, skeletons and lost souls in an ecosystem of despair. I looked on with my mind a whirlpool of fear and yet I could not prise my eyeballs away. The vista was a quantum soup of flux and I had lost my mind. D-Man became the rudder on my ship and commenced with question time. He was now an Elf with pointed ears and even keener eyes.

‘What is the riddle of Man?’ he boomed, ‘Answer the Ancient One, for it now waits.’ The jewel encrusted Sphinx had appeared in the midst of the portal and all the night creatures sang the OMMMMMMM hymn of night to their Master. Revelation and illumination struck like lightening across my synapses. The Universe was clarified along with my place in it. I tore my shirt, and beat my chest.

	 ‘This is me, a Monkey-Man of Mammon.

	  This is me, tonite.

	  Look again, O Ancient Sphinx.

	  Can you see my light?

	  Not just mine, but all of Man.

	  Come upon the Dawn.

	  Evolution draws upon,

	  The Scripted Word of Lord.’

The Rose-light struck from chest to star. The fiery light did burn. Now all in tune, the knowledge true, subsumed and learned and turned. Many years would have to pass, before I could return. To Mammon World of Monkey-Mind, but never as before. For now I held the Golden Key, Home Coming was assured. A word of caution, sad but true - We are not build for sight. Of Vaster Plan than is imagined, in murky dead of night.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52627

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 17, 2008	Views: 9,798

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


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

This experience happened 2 years ago and was an experience that opened my mind to the actual power of psychedelics. At the time of this experience I was heavily into the use of chemicals and very careless on the use of them. I had knowledge of the proper dosages and an idea of the use of set and setting but I never followed them. LSD was a drug I was very familiar with at the time and had experienced many great times on it, this eventually led to an understanding that I could handle very high doses of this drug.

	Now this understanding followed a sequence of events that eventually led to me obtaining 7 hits of LSD from a friend (B) for doing some school work for him. I sold 2 hits to my other friend M who was also present at this time. The trade took place at my house in my bedroom which is in the basement around noon on a school day. I took the remaining 5 hits almost imediately after the transaction and then we decided to go over to our friend P's house because my parents could have showed up at any time.

	We left my house and walked to P's house because it was a short distance away. When we got there we went into his basement and just sat around watching him play PS2. At this time it was probably about 30 minutes after I took the LSD and I was starting to feel shivers and cold just like I always did coming on LSD. The shift from shivers to hallucinating a nice amount happened rapidly within 15 minutes. I was feeling like I was on about 2-3 hits of LSD (actual doseage is not known but from experience I'd say each hit was around 80-100 micrograms/hit) and I was enjoying it. We started to get bored so B, M, and I decided to goto our friend J's house on the opposite side of the city.

	The only way for us to get there was by bus. By the time we were off the bus and walking to his house it was 1 1/2 hrs. approx since I took the LSD. Now I was feeling really good with great visuals and intense body feelings I had never seen or felt before. We were now at J's house and we had smoked a blunt and do I ever regret it. We were now in J's basement and listing to music. The music was drum and bass a very bad mistake considering I dont like the music. The visual were very intense and the music made them worse so I stated we go outside. We did. It was very snowy out and bright because of it, this caused me to trip out more. Now I stated lets go back inside and we did. We went in and this is when the experience got scary, M, B, and J all turned into these cartoon characters to which my amazement stayed that way.

	By this time in the experience I had lost track of time completely, minutes felt like hours and seconds like minutes but I would say this was anywhere between 2 and 4 hrs into the experience. The cartoon characters remained and I was so far away from my own house and the comfort of my own bed that everything seemed wrong. I had completely lost the ability to communicate with others, the concept of what was real and what was not was lost and this whole new world seemed so scary. I wanted to tell my friends what was happening and try to get help but every time I tried I couldnt get passed the first or second word. They had came to the conclusion I needed to go for a walk and since B had to goto the bank anyways it was a good plan. For me this was hell.

	The walk to the bank I can hardly remember but when we were there it was just as horrible as back at J's house. The bank was in a plaza with people coming in and out of it and that is what was horrible. Everyone looked so differnt and monsterous and I was very frightened but couldnt do anything about it, I was so far away from home I couldnt walk and even if I tried I would have gotten lost. Also I could not talk so there was no way of communicating to anyone that I wanted to go home. So I followed everyone back to J's house.

	Probably anywhere between 5-6 hrs. into the experience we were back in J's basement and listing to the horrid music again where the most frightening experience in my life happened, there was a voice talking to me in my head. This voice was trying to convice me to kill my friends because they were evil cartoon characters and if I did I would be happier. I couldnt tell my friends about it because I couldnt talk so I continued to sit there listening. There was a huge arguement going on in my head on if I should do it or not and I dont even know how long this lasted. It got to the point of where I literally went upstairs to grab a knife to do it but I freaked out and decided I would not do it and call my father. This was a huge task in itself because I still couldnt talk, I called and luckily I was near my dentist so I just repeated dentist until he knew I was talking about getting me at the dentist. At this point I did not care if my parents knew I was high on LSD I just wanted to go home and wait for it to end.

	My dad was on his way but it was not over, I had to walk from J's to the dentist by myself, at night, on 5 hits. There was this feeling inside me and it was hurting and I was so lost that I dont know how I made it to the dentist I just remember fighting with the voice in my head. I got into the car when I found him and by now it had to be at least 7-8 hrs into the trip and I was feeling the full effects of the LSD still. The car ride home was the only good part of my trip because it felt like a video game until the end part where the voice convinced me my dad was drunk and it actually looked like we were driving on the wrong side of the road. I pulled the steering wheel over to try and get us over in the right lane and caused us to hit the curb. My father flipped but didnt do much about it.

	When I got home I put on the TV and sat there for hours waiting for the drug to come down. Some of those hours were spent fighting with the voice but eventually he went away. The pain inside of me went away almost instantly when I got home so I wasnt feeling all that bad anymore. It was around 12am when I noticed I was able to talk, think, and perform quite normally again so I decided I would smoke a small bowl and goto sleep and that is what I did. The next day I woke up and felt fine.

	After this experience I didnt touch a chemical for about 2 months, then I started using MDMA again. I didnt even think about LSD for a good 8 months when I finally got the courage to try it again. The one main thing this experience tought me was to watch your set and setting. The whole time I was on the LSD it was because of where I was, who I was with, and what we were doing that caused me to think about what I did leading to the bad experience. From that day forward every time I used a mind altering substance I made sure everything around me is right and me, myself was ready for the experience.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 52893

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 18, 2008	Views: 8,296

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 DOM

		   T+ 2:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 DOM

		   T+ 4:35
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 DOM

		   T+ 20:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 25:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 DOM

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

I have never gotten the chance to try a Dox compound despite experimenting with various other Rcs. When some came around I could not wait. I had 6 hits which came on rainbow colored sugar cubes. This is a long report of the events of the trip and how the drug made me react to them, there is a summary at the end.

I began by simply eating one of the rainbow colored sugar cubes at around 7:00PM

I spent this time hanging around in my room with a friend playing guitar and just listening to music, looking at stupid shit on youtube.

At around 9:00PM I was feeling a great sense of peace filling me. No matter what was happening or what was going on I felt like I could just be chill. It was like having a feeling that everything was the perfect moment at the time. Me and my friend walked over to his dorm and ended up having an acoustic jam out in the hall in his building. I was able to just sit and almost be enveloped by the music, again all I could feel is peace.

At around 9:30 I ate another cube

We sat around and jammed for an hour when we decided to head over to my friends house who was having a jungle juice party. This was going to be an adventure. Neither of us owned a car so we would have to jump on the public transit and ride that for an hour and a half. At this point I was beginning to see visuals. We stopped off to pick up some sish and cigs at the tobacco shop and I could see some shifting and moving of the carpet below me if I focused.

The train ride seemed to take forever and no time at all. I felt like hurrying was not possible. We spend so much of are time worrying about where we are heading that we forget to enjoy the moment, can describe the state of mind I was in.

It was 11:30 and we reached the end of the line where another friend was coming to pick us up. I chilled there smoking a cigarette again just feeling a sense of total and utter peace with me and the world.

At 11:35 I took two more cubes

My friends picked us up and we got to the party. I have no problem tripping in party situations of 20-30 people. I sat around smoking hookah and kind of chatting with people as I was the only one tripping and everyone else was just getting shit faced drunk. My trip was still at a peaceful state of tranquility. It was interesting to watch the people around me fall apart as they slowly descended into drunkenness.

Just around when everyone starting passing out at around 2:35 am my trip really started to hit me. I was sat outside for around 45 minutes smoking and watching the clouds shift and flow like an incredibly complex lava lamp in the sky. It was after this that I decided to go inside as it was probably around 15 degrees even though I did not feel it. Also things began to get much more intense.

The next five or six hours were very intense, I began to come down at around 6am. I began to withdraw from reality if I was not directly engaged with someone. I would leave my body because I ceased to function in my surroundings. In my head it was like every memory was being linked with new ideas and surroundings. It was like complete abstraction in my mind. It was like having vivid dreams while completely awake. I jammed on another guitar but kept losing focus unless I really concentrated or was talking to someone.

For probably an hour or two I was completely lost inside my own mind space, it was in no way scary, I was all ready so at peace that the slow build up had given me that I was completely ready to let go into my own mind.

The next morning at around 8am things had mellowed out, things were barely moving but I still was still definitely in a tripping state of mind. I was able to eat a huge breakfast at ihop, but I had not eaten anything the day before.

At around two or three in the afternoon I had made it back home. I was no longer having visuals but my pupils were still big black saucers and I was still in a different mind state.

At around 3:30pm I ate a hit of acid

I was not really expecting the acid to really have that much of an affect. I had started drinking from a jug of wine no one had wanted the night before and having passed on alcohol I was ready to mellow out a little bit.

But sure enough about an hour in I was starting to just feel that lsd magic, and mind state. Two hours in I was getting great acid visuals, I must have still been tripping on the DOM and the visuals and mindstate I was in was definately still somewhat dom.

At around 8pm I ate two more sugar cubes

At around 9pm me and some friends headed over to a house party where there would be a live reggage/rock band playing. We got there right as they were setting up. I ending up drinking about six or seven beers over the course of the party. There ended up being like seventy people in a tiny room dancing out to reggage. It was around 11PM and I had felt the acid start to wear off. But still I was in an incredibly peaceful mindset. I could just feel the good vibes coming off everything. I still had all the energy in the world despite being up for forever.

I was back in my room at around 2am and ended up eating a little more. Things were really starting to die down. I ended up listening to music and ended up passing out at around 3am. I woke up the next day at around 9am and still felt a little strange, but fell asleep fine the next night after just sitting around my room all day.

Overall I can say DOM is an amazing drug, it is by far my new favorite research chemical. The first night was an incredibly spiritual experience. The only other research chemical I have ever found to have any spiritual value was 2C-T-2. DOM is definitely not a party drug, it has a very introspective peaceful quality to it. Yet the second night with the acid it gave a feeling of just being able to have a great time. There is no other way to describe it, it is truly deserving of the title Serenity, Tranquility, and Peace.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 70706

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 20, 2008	Views: 22,439

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LSD (2), DOM (20) : Various (28), Glowing Experiences (4), Multi-Day Experience (13)


		 DOSE:

		 25 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline
		 (daily)

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Set: happiness, gradually descending depression for the last 3 months.

Setting: my bedroom.

To give an introduction, this experience occured on the 26th of December, and I had returned home from boarding school around the 15th, and until this point had not been home since the first days of September.  The euphoria of this change alone was extremely important.  I had started using drugs around a year before this point, marijuana mostly but I dabbled in many painkillers/sedatives and salvia moderately at one point, the dysphoria and seeming insanity of which I found very interesting.  I had been sober for three and a half months until I returned home for break.  I was taking 25 milligrams of zoloft daily, and had been doing so for around the last year.

Earlier in the day, a few friends whom I had not seen in a long time stopped by, friends that I have had since fifth and sixth grade.  They had recently started getting more and more into drugs, and my friend J. mentioned that they were purchasing acid that day, for 10 dollars a hit, and asked if I'd like to pitch in.  I was more than down, and began to try to understand the experience I was up for merely hours away.  My friends left, and I spent the rest of the day messing around with my brother, watching tv, things of that nature.

My friends came back around 9:00, including my friend C, a man I rarely ever get to see but wish I could spend more time with.  They brought the acid in, all of the hits, and stashed it in my freezer wrapped in tin foil.  We found some scissors shortly and cut the strip into four hits, mine being the biggest.  My friend c, having much experience with psychedelics and knowing this was my first time, wanted me to experience as much of a wild ride as possible.  My friend J was going to take two hits, and my friend N one.  We played some music, hung out, played some pool, generally enjoyed each others company.  I took my hit around 9:30.

When we went back to get the other three hits from my garage as they were leaving, J discovered one hit was missing.  Chaos ensued, all four of us were down on our hands and knees looking everywhere for the hit that disappeared.  I made some joke about four known drug addicts on our hands and knees, surely a criminal scene.  It didn't really help to lighten the mood, my friends J and K were quite on edge at this point.  Finally, J and K agreed to each take one hit, the hit that was lost was technically K's.  They took their hits around 9:45.  They left shortly thereafter.

I saw them out, and went and talked to my dad for a few minutes about a guitar pedal, and how it manipulates sound.  This was about 30 minutes into the trip.  I was coming up at this point, and noticed a slight differentiation in my consciousness, and I was extremely paranoid that my dad would see the paper under my tongue.  I handled it cooly though, said goodnight to my parents and went upstairs where my brother and I live.  I hung out in my room for a few minutes, and then recalled a national geographic.  I went through a stage in which I read mad national geographics just about every night while I smoked marijuana, I gained some important knowledge.  The one in particular I wished to find was all about human evolution and anthropology.  It came out sometime around 1990, after scientists had discovered Lucy, australopethicus afarensis.  The cover had her skull in holographic form.

I was in the study trying to find the book when my brother came in and started talking to me.  I shot the shit with him for a couple minutes, and was getting a little frustrated at not being able to find the book.  This was 45 minutes in.  At this time the paranoia had dissipated, and I felt slightly inebriated.  I felt like my vision was glowing to some extent and My limbs felt loose.  As I left the room, I did a flying tackle on my brother while mumbling something strange.  He had seen me under the influence to suspect something, but I don't think he actually knew I was intoxicated.  We laughed and I retreated to my room, national geographic in hand.  At this time I made the music selection for the night.  Jimi Hendrix- Are you experienced?, Pavement- crooked rain, Pavement- Slanted and Enchanted, Captain Beefheart- Trout Mask Replica, and Flaming Lips- Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots.  I was wearing this pair of blue converse that I had meticulously spray painted Neon Green about a year and a half earlier.

Around an hour in, I sat down on my couch with Hendrix playing and decided to call my man W.  I had talked to him earlier and he knew the condition I would be in later that night.  As I called him I believe he was smoking in his bathtub.  When I stared at the shoe braced upon my leg, It started to look as if I was wearing the wrong shoe on my left foot.  The green on my shoe looked deeper and brighter than ever.  After this I called a girl who I had not talked to in a long time.  It was very comical at the time to talk to her, because of how intoxicated I was becoming as well as how randomly I had called her.  I remember saying bizarre things which isn't unusual for me even when sober, and she kept repeating to me 'You're on drugs, man, you're on drugs.'  I found this all very funny at the time.  I had a nervous kind of energy, and was pacing around my room while talking on the phone.

I hung up after a while, and at around 11:00 went into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.  I have always thought the advice 'never look into the mirror on hallucinogenics' is not pushing the experience as far as possible, not making it as intense as it can be.  I looked into the mirror, and began to notice things.  It seemed like my descending into the trip had been like a downward spiral into insanity, very measurably spiraling.  I noticed and understood this with grit and fascination.  This was quite different from marijuana, which at least when smoked, sends me from 0 to 60 in short time.  One second I notice I am sober the next I am noticeably intoxicated.  On LSD, I was slightly more intoxicated than I was the moment before every time I noticed, until I peaked and began coming down.

Hendrix was not doing it for me on the stereo.  The only song that really connected other than purple haze was in fact 'are you experienced.'  that CD ended and crooked rain came on.  At around 11:30, I felt like I was truly peaking.  My vision and consciousness seemed slanted, and there was a metallic twinge to my emotion.  Music sounded good, but not as good as it did to me on marijuana.  I have also come to believe that I experience more psychedelic symptoms from marijuana than does the common man; I have experienced mild synesthezia, medium hallucination, and am always multiple times as intoxicated as almost anyone I smoke with.

I never visibly hallucinated during this trip.  I began thinking more about cyclical/spiraling nature of things, particularly war and weaponry, and how essentially man has always been fighting over the same thing, power in its many forms.  The conflict has just taken many different shapes throughout history.  I was tripping at about the same point for about an hour, listening to different music.  I called my friends J and K, and was astonished to find out they were tripping hard.  Both of them had taken a walk from my friend K's house to the elementary school K went to and were trying to grok the signifigance of this.  They were hallucinating madly, and were surprised to find out I wasn't hallucinating, considering I had taken more than they.

I continued observing the downward spiral nature of my thoughts, and noticing this pattern in everything.  I remember feeling like I was really young again at one point, and growing in age.  Reading Stanislov Grof's theories on the death and rebirth cycle shed light on this process.  I spent much time in front of the mirror.  Even though I was not hallucinating, the pictures in my minds eye were distorted.  If I looked at my face long enough, it looked like my facial features were just stuck on the blank peach colored canvas that is my face.  As my face often appears when I am high, it seemed like the different sections of my face were coming together to meet as one.  I also had a mohawk at this time, and that made everything stranger.  I had this strange feeling the entire trip of deja vu, like I had been here before.  I normally write much on any drug, but I only wrote one sentence the whole night: 'It was like I'd seen acid happen to me a thousand times before it ever actually did.'

Coming down was chill, but the trip was nowhere near as intense as I'd hoped.  I love crazy intense experience, and at times the trip was wild, but I was far too in control of the experience for it to fulfill my hopes.  Twice when I was coming down my steps in the dark I could see out of my back glass door to the building down on the road near my house with lights solely on the top of it.  It looked like the top was covered in fog, like there was a fog machine up there.  It was a beautiful sight.  The thing that interested me is that both of my friends took less than I did and had much more of a hallucinatory experience.  I think the reason for this is that it takes more to get me uncomfortable than they, which has something to do with the intensity of the experience.  As well, the buildup of daily zoloft probably influenced the trip to an extent.  I would say I tripped relatively hard, but had next to no visual hallucinations.  The slanting and metallic nature of my consciousness sticks out to me most.  All in all, the trip was enjoyable, but I wish to take more next time.  Tripping alone is an experience.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 53045

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 30, 2008	Views: 12,078

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LSD (2) : General (1), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   65 kg

This wasn't the first time I'd taken LSD - I'm also confident it won't be the last time - but it did open my eyes to the enormous power of psychoactive drugs.  I'm 26 years old and no stranger to the joys of chemical experimentation - pot, mushrooms, acid, E, meth, bzp, opium, I have indulged in and enjoyed all of the above and more over the past decade.  One of the reasons I have always enjoyed the likes of LSD and psilocybin is their ability to completely transport me to a new reality.  Generally this has been a pleasurable experience - opening my mind to different ways of thinking, finding pleasure and beauty in the most unexpected of places.  This time was different.

The day started with a road trip to see the Rolling Stones.  Personally I can't imagine a better way to start a day!  During a stop for road works at around 6.00pm I decided to drop.  The trip commenced after around 20 minutes - the usual stuff, feelings of anticipation, finding amusement in the most mundane things and slight perceptual disturbances.  Nothing untoward really.  The group I was with decided that they would each take half a trip and hold off until around 8.30.  Perhaps that would have been a wiser choice.

Upon arriving in Wellington we booked into our accommodation.  Explaining myself had already become somewhat of a challenge - though I managed to cope.  During the taxi ride to the stadium I felt the waves of the trip building inside my head and body - by this point I was looking forward to what promised to be an absolutely stellar evening.  We found our seats with a minimum of fuss and settled in for what promised to be the show (and the trip) of a lifetime!

When the band arrived on stage and launched into the first few songs I remember thinking that whoever had made this batch of acid had done so with this very concert in mind.  The music, the lights and the crowd seemed to gel into one unseperable and ever changing entity.  I was entirely overwhelmed (in a good way) by the whole experience!  The concert seemed to go on for ever, encore after beautiful encore.  By the end of the show I was almost in a trance, standing almost completely still among a crowd of 40,000 feeling the music, the lights and the acid wash over, through and around me.  A strong trip - yes.  But certainly a good one!!

After the show finished I remember trying to take stock of my situation.  Where was I?  Where did I need to go?  Who was I with?  Was I behaving in an appropriate fashion?  I was suddenly transported into a very hostile and confusing world.  Leaving the stadium was difficult - I became paranoid and confused by the crowds of people around me.  There seemed to be a residue of the light show from the concert following me around, wherever I looked I was greeted by brightly flashing lights and gross visual disturbances.  I can honestly say that at this point I was completely unable to seperate the effects of the drug and the reality of what was happening around me.  I heard voices instructing me to do various things, which I thankfully managed to ignore, I felt eyes upon me, at one point I found myself wandering around in a completely different city.  At least that was what my brain was telling me!  I knew I was in Wellington, yet my brain persisted in telling me that I was back in my home town of Dunedin wandering familiar city streets.  I had also become prone to incoherent outbursts and was distrustful of everyone around me.

I decided at this point I should probably make my way to somewhere a little less public so returned to the backpackers we were staying at.  Upon arriving in my room I removed a shoe and launched it out the window.  It was closely followed by my other shoe and a packet of cigarettes.  At this point I had a moment of clarity.  It was like the real me had returned.  I was still tripping, as evidenced by the incessant shifting of the walls and floors around me, but I was coherent again.  One of the crew I was with summed it up nicely when they said 'Fuck!!  Where have you been for the last two hours?'  I'm still not sure.  Having come, at least partially, to my senses we went for a bit more of a wander around the inner city, exploring, walking, talking shit.  I was still having a storming trip, but at last I was able to function!!  We ate kebabs, we ate curry, we drank, and I wished I hadn't thrown away my shoes.  Gradually we all returned to earth and made our way back to our room for a fitful sleep.  The trip was over and I had been somewhere I had never been before.

I firmly believe that I ended up in some kind of drug induced psychosis during the night.  What triggered it?  Who knows.  I have taken higher doses before without the same effects.  This was the first time that I had had my ass handed to me on a plate by drugs.  I was left with a sense of falibility - no one can ever claim to have total control over a drug experience and this wasn't an insight I'd had until now.  I had a newfound respect for hallucinogens and what they could do to a man.  This trip was the best I've ever had and the worst.  The concert experience was nothing short of magnificent - the after show was very close to hell on earth.  World War Three inside my head!

This illustrated to me the importance of respecting (and never underestimating) the power of drugs.  We all take them to have fun - but there's always the potential for the unexpected to occur.  Everyone should have at least one experience like this.  Especially those who claim to be able to go harder than everyone else.  That was me.  Now I know I'm not chemically invincible and it took me just one tab to teach me that.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52623

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 1, 2008	Views: 6,125

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


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

		   T+ 0:30
		 0.3333 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 5:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 5:00
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Tobacco
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 5:30
		 0.3333 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   210 lb

I just recently finished my sophmore year at college. To celebrate me and a few very close friends decided to take a trip to the beach for some much needed rest and relaxation. The weekend went off with out a hitch, but while we were there I decided to try acid for the first time. My experience was extremely positive and I was glad that I had the opportunity to try the drug since it helped dispel for me many of the myths and mainstream depictions of what LSD is and what it does. My story is as follows.

Saturday was going to be the day. After we got down to the beach and settled on Friday we decided that tomorrow was going to be when we would trip. The plan was this, head down to the beach, relax for a little while, then take our dose just before evening set in. My drug experience was somewhat limited, and I had never done a psychedelic before, so I was understandably anxious and a bit nervous, but because I had looked into acid a great deal and I knew what would probably happen I decided to bite the bullet and do a half a tab. The two friends who I was with decided to do a tab each since they were very experience in the way of psychedelics.

We ate the acid at 4:00pm on the beach and soaked up the late afternoon before heading back to the house. We meandered back to the house around 4:30pm. We lucked out on the weather since it was supposed to rain, but instead of thunder and lighting we were treated to a bright and sunny afternoon. The acid didn't kick in until we got back to the house, but I remember the walk back being beautiful and vibrant. To jumpstart things we all decided to pack a bowl and hang out around the house for a while. After smoking I began to feel the effects slowly settle in. I decided to take a shower to wash the sand and salt water out of my hair. As I walked towards the bathroom I felt my mood elevate significantly from anxious to almost giddy.

While in the shower I saw my first visualization. Now, having never done acid before I expected to see some very crazy things, things straight out of Fear and Loathing or Fantasia. The fact that I took so little probably prevented that, but I was mesmerized by the bath curtain while I showered. The whole bath area seemed to billow and breathe as I washed up. My mood elevated even more so during my shower, not just because of what I was experiencing but also because I had gotten over the initial fear of what would happen while I was on the substance. I knew this was going to be a fun trip.

After drying off and changing my clothes we decided to put on some music and sit out on the back deck. The sun was still up and the air was the perfect temperature for just lazing around in. For me, the realities of the drug began to set in while we all talked and enjoyed the early evening. I saw one of my friends the most stoned I had ever seen him. We sat around and talked about the finer points of drugs, college, relationships, physics, sunny days, and what we planned to do for dinner. All the while I remember looking at the pine trees out back and watched them dance in the wind against a cloudless blue sky. I didn't get many visuals while staring off into space but I was very comfortable and content with just being outside with my friends.

Soon the time came to order dinner, which turned out to be a little harder than I expected. We decided on a local sandwich place, but when I tried to read the menu I was more interested in the text on the page than I was with figuring out what to get. I let my vision unfocus a bit and I started to see the words on the page warp, slide around, and melt. After staring at the menu for what felt like a half hour I decided to get a turkey sandwich even though I wasn't hungry.

At this point we decided to walk back down to the beach and watch the sun set, but our contentness with our current surroundings kept us at the house. Shortly after, I got a call on my cell phone from my parents. I knew they were calling to say hi and see how the weekend was going, but my mind began to play with the idea that something might be wrong and they needed to talk to me. A little bit of anxiety began to set in as I dreaded this beautiful time coming to an abrupt and unsettling end and the anxiety of having a bad trip and what that would mean began to take hold. After talking with my friends, I decided that whatever it was it could wait and there wasn't anything that could possibly be that important. The relief I felt after this decision was one of the highlights of my trip. I thought I was feeling harmony and pleasure before, but now I was genuinely exstatic.

After trying to eat our sandwiches we decided that we would play some Super Smash Brothers and chill out until it got darker outside. I don't remember how long we played for, but 9:00pm rolled around sooner than I expected. I felt like I was at the height of my trip since my mood was wavering between pleasurable and anxiousness, so before the eventual comedown I decided that some other activities were in order. We shut off the television, put on some downbeat jazz music, and all gathered outside.

It was much darker and chillier now, but the atmosphere was very comfortable. I grabbed a little beer and wine for everyone and we sat around and drank a little. I also grabbed a cigar that I had been saving for such a time and we passed it around while we sipped our drinks. Its hard to describe everything I felt at the time, but I felt a oneness with myself and my friends. There was no callousness or poking fun, just a warm and mutual happiness and friendly atmosphere. We commented on how adult we felt sitting around smoking a cigar and drinking wine. It was perfect. Once the cigar was through with we decided on rolling a joint and then go for an adventure in town. The joint did not ignite the effects of the acid like it did for me before, but it helped me maintain my mood and that feeling of oneness with everyone and everything.

After smoking we headed back towards the beach and the small town that lies next to it. It was around 11pm and we toured around the town. Everything was closed since it was late and the off season, but it didn't matter. We ventured down to the beach again and watched the moon and the waves. On the beach there is a big jetty which I walked out to by myself and watched the waves crash over the rocks. I looked at the moonlight on the waves and reflected on my day. There was no doubt in my mind that is was a very positive one. I overcame my anxiety about doing psychedelics, I bonded even more with my closest friends, I experienced a great deal of beautiful sights and sensations, my mood was bright and positive the whole day, I was able to stop myself from worrying about my parent's phone call and bring myself out of a bad trip, and best of all I understood what it meant to do such a drug.

My one stunning realization about the whole day occured while I stood on the jetty. I thought about my general attitude and person and realized that I live my day to day life like the character Cameron from 'Ferris Bueler's Day Off'. I'm timid, I follow my parents to a T, I never do anything that might be dangerous or break the rules, and I generally get by but not as happily or as confidently as I could. It is hard to recount exactly what went through my head, but I felt that my day and the things I experience coincided very closely with Cameron's progression in 'Day Off', and despite what happened, I was a better person for having gone through with everything.

After soaking in the evening we decided to head back to the house for a little more Smash and maybe something funny to watch. At that point in the evening I was dead tired and decided to hop into bed instead of staying up more. Everyone else followed suit. I had some problems falling asleep due to racing thoughts and the like, but eventually I drifted off. All in all a very very positive experience. I'd try acid again in a second, but not in the next little while because of how powerful of a substance it is and how special the experience should be.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53297

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 10, 2008	Views: 6,959

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 tablet
		 insufflated
		 Amphetamines
		 (ground / crushed)

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   48 kg

The first time I dropped acid could be described in no other words than crazy. My friends and I were just bumming around the city and earlier that day – about 1pm – I had already snorted a dexie (not sure what the dose was). The guy who was selling LSD stamps had to go somewhere else to pick it up, so I waited around for a while. I’d never dropped acid before, only done drugs like PCP, and everyone was asking me if I was going to take a half or a whole. What I would learn later is that you’re actually only supposed to take half, but, it being a Sunday afternoon, no one else volunteered to share a trip with me.

When the guy came back with the acid, it was about 3:00pm. He told me to take the whole one and that I’ll be fine, so not really sure what I was doing, I took the whole one. I sucked on it for about forty minutes, and the next hour or so was spent walking friends up to the bus stop since some of them were leaving. When I came back, a lot of the kids were looking at me, smiling. Usually when someone takes a trip, word gets around. It was about 4:30pm when they were coming up to me saying, “Hey, dude, I heard you took a whole stamp. How’re you feeling?”

Everyone looked weird and distorted. The lights all around the city were moulding into very trippy patterns, everything was so bright, and so loud. At about 5:00pm I really started to trip. It was like walking through a galaxy of brilliant-coloured stars. The textures on the surfaces were more defined, and morphed into strange patterns. I remember laughing so much. I had a few smokes, and for some reason that was just really fun, so I ended up smoking almost a whole pack in about an hour.

At about 6:00pm, it began to get dark and I saw flashes out of the corner of my eye that startled me. Some of my friends started going home, but I wasn’t due anywhere for another hour or so, so I started freaking out about being alone. A couple of girls told me to come with them to the park so they could take care of me until I was due home. When we got on the bus, things started to get really creepy. People’s faces started to get longer, their expressions yawning. I felt like something was pulling me down to the ground, and I felt really heavy. I felt definitely stuck out of reality. I had trouble walking, and objects started to alternate between getting further away and closer without my actually moving.

We walked through the strip of town known for its neon signs and bright lights at night, and that was really fun. When we got to the park one of the girls told me to look at a spot on the ground and spin around really fast. I did that for about ten seconds, then stopped, and the world just flew. It kept spinning and spinning, and I think I involuntarily fell to the ground. I felt like gravity had locked me into that position and I could never get up again. All I could hear was some sort of internal screaming and the words of my friend saying, “God, she really is fucked.” It wasn’t the best feeling, but it was pretty sick. Then one of them told me they had to go get their stuff from their apartment.

I thought I waited down at the bottom of that apartment for about two hours, but then my friend told me it was actually two minutes. They started talking, in slow motion, their voices muffled like sort of a broken record. It was definitely creeping me out. The texture on the pot plant I was looking at began to morph like crazy, and the distance from where it was changed frequently. I began to get scared, especially since I felt like I was stuck in time. Everything was in slow motion, I kind of felt like I was underwater, since it took a lot of effort to move. I felt like gravity was trying to suck me up, into the ground. I felt like I was dying.

Well I definitely started to freak out after that, and one of the girls tried to get me to a train station home. I was okay during the walk but really, really anxious and paranoid. I thought that when I got home everyone would know I was high. I thought they already knew. At the station, the girl said goodbye and told me everything was going to be fine and to have fun. I tried to buy my ticket but I was feeling really disorientated and on the platform things kept distorting into really deformed pictures. I knew this would pass, but I couldn’t help freaking out. It definitely doesn’t help to be alone. I had a huge panic attack on the train, and ended up calling my friend, babbling to her about god knows what. We ran out of signal, but the girl sitting behind me looked at me and said, “Hey man, I overheard. Are you worried that people will know you’re on drugs?” I said, “Yeah”, to which she replied, “Me too!” She was a lot older than me, but it helped a lot to have someone there who understood. When we got off the train she told me everything was going to be okay and to have fun. I don’t know why but that’s what everyone had been saying to me all night when they left – “Bye, and have fun!”

The walk home was crazy. Everything looked weird, different, animate. It was all brilliant coloured and lighting. I felt kind of peaceful then, with some sort of internal dialogue very loud in my head. When I got home, it was about 7:00pm, and I calmed down a little bit. I sat on my bed and watched the glows around the objects and the different lightings dancing around. It looked really beautiful. I played a few Doors albums, and suddenly everything Jim Morrison was saying made sense. I felt completely and utterly detached from reality, on a completely different plane of consciousness. When I turned off the lights, I saw rainbow glows dancing in front of me that changed shapes depending on the pitch and tone of the music. I felt very spiritual. Every single object in that room was alive. Objects would distort, and my bed started breathing. It all looked very interesting.

I tried to play a Pixies album, because I’ve always wanted to trip to The Pixies, but it all got weird after that. In the darkness I felt someone touching me, a muffle by my side, and a man’s voice. I almost had a heart attack. I whacked the lights on and started calling random people, talking about random things. For some reason I felt like I was in a world where I knew the answers to everything. I felt really close to the people I talked to, and felt I could tell them anything. If they tried to talk about something related to their reality, I wanted to tell them that it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t in their reality.

As the night went on, I started playing The Doors again and drawing randomly. The pencil felt amazing to control and it just guided me to where the trip was taking me. I watched inanimate objects become animate, different rainbow colours of light dancing in front of me. Everything was so loud – I could hear the people next door breathing. There were swirls, and random flashes of light. When it got a bit later – around 1:00am – I started to get really paranoid. It scared me shitless having to walk to the bathroom by myself, especially looking in the mirror. My pupils were huge, and I looked quite creepy myself. When I talked to people on the phone, I couldn’t listen to music at the same time because I had this feeling that my senses were overlapping. Textures felt completely different to how they usually were. I think I tripped over at some point (no pun intended), and the pain in my toe seemed to weep, in a strange, acidic sort of way.

Time was still going really, really slowly. It was like I had shifted into a world where time and space didn’t exist. I talked for what seemed like hours, only to be told that it was minutes. As it got quite late, around 2:00am, I was really tired but couldn’t sleep. The trippy feeling was beginning to creep me out. I sort of wanted out, but I knew it wouldn’t be over for another hour or so. So I kept myself busy reading for a while (really slowly, by the way, at least that’s what it seemed), until eventually the effects wore off. After that I felt a bit at loss for losing the whole trippy feeling, but it was almost 4:00am and I was really tired. So I popped a Valium and went to sleep (waking up 2 hours later, of course, but that’s not the point).

In general, I guess I could say that trip was just about the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. I swung from mad fear to hysterical ecstasy at the same time. Everything looked really crazy and bright and fast, but at the same time I was stuck in time. I was stuck in space. The next day, I was still fucked. I heard random things tuning in and out, sudden movements made me jump out of skin, and everything was still a million times louder than usual. This wasn’t good when I had to go to school. But it was a good experience, something I will probably most likely do again (but only on a half, and definitely not by myself!).

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53454

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 24, 2008	Views: 16,999

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Hangover / Days After (46), General (1), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

The first and so far only time I tried acid resulted in just about ruining my new years eve 2005/6 that I had been anticipating for the better part of 6 months. Some friends and I went to a drum and bass gig a few towns away, we had each got some acid and extacy to take over the two nights respectively.

Nighttime fell on the first night (new years eve) and my friends decided to kick things off by hotboxing the van and having a session inside. My first mistake was to participate in this. I should probably preface this next part with an explanation of my relationship with marijuana - it always without fail makes me incredibly paranoid, introspective and unable to do anything physical without great effort. The only reason I keep doing it is social pressures and the hope that the next time will be different. Unfortunately it wasn't.

I managed to put the tab in my mouth before the weed overtook my mind. People who tried acid from the same source we got ours all marvelled at how strong it was, and I was recommended just taking half my tab. Not listening to this was my second mistake. My girlfriend took a full tab and I didn't want to seem like a wuss, plus I usually have a high tolerance for alcohol and other substances, plus I was keenly looking forward to the psychotropic experiences I'd read about. Bring it on I thought. Jumping into something headfirst is something I always avoid from now on.

We went to go dance, it was about an hour to midnight, and I was beginning to experience the uneasy feelings of the weed I smoked earlier. 'Why the fuck did I do this to myself... AGAIN?' I thought to myself, coupled with many other anxieties relating to the fear of ruining this night when there was so much anticipation toward it. I lost my 2 friends I came with and was just dancing with my girlfriend on autopilot while my mind was blocked into an introspective loop. My attention nervously shifted from the DJ on stage, to the crowd in front of me, to my girlfriend, to my own dancing, and back again. I worried about getting lost, I worried about bumping into people, I worried about making a fool of myself. I waited and wished dearly for the weed to leave my system, but this was obvioulsy not going to happen in a hurry, there were people all around me blowing weed smoke everywhere. Pricks.

My internal monologue continued its paranoid rant as I began to wonder about the acid I just dropped. What if this horrible introspection I was feeling was a symptom of this new drug I tried? I tried to think logically and came to the conclusion that was I was feeling was more typical of feelings associated with weed (paranioa, introspection) than acid (hallucinations etc.) So basically at this point I was praying for the weed to wear off and hoping the acid would treat me better. This was new years for gods sake!

My already fragmented hold on reality began to worsen around when the countdown for new years began. When midnight struck, I had planned to give my girlfriend next to me a big smooch as per tradition. When this happened however, I realised what a fucked up state I was in. I suddenly realised that I could barely see and was struggling to stand up. I managed to plant one on her and mumble 'Happy new years' but I was so unsure of what was going on I feared I had just kissed a total stranger in front of her. I tried to keep dancing and ignore my weakening physical state but I eventually realised that I was going to faint if I didn't do something. I quickly left my girlfriend and went outside of the dancing area to sit down and rest. I clutched my head and curled up under a tree, waiting for some of this poison to leave my body. I probably looked pretty foolish to those near me but I was out of it to sit up in any kind of dignified way. I sat there for probably half an hour hoping like hell I got better so I could enjoy the music I'd waited so long to experience.

My girlfriend eventually found me asked what happened. to my surprise when I went to reply, I had lost my ability to speak. It took all of my mental energy to muster a sentence like 'This, I don't.... bad.' The fact she was tripping as well made it especially difficult to communicate. I was feeling so awful at this stage my hopes for recovering and having a good night had dispersed and I just wanted it all to go away. I tried my best to tell my girlfriend to take me back to the tent so I wouldn't just pass out in the open and risk being trampled or frozen overnight. Walking, speaking, finding my way around, in fact everything was just about impossible to do, I felt like I was in a dream. I kept blacking out, and began to fear that I would die, either from overdose or exposure. At one point there was no doubt I had reached the end of my life, and sadly thought of my poor mother having to deal with it.

To make matters worse, finding our way back to our tent was a nightmare. All our friends we encountered were tripping as well and were of no help - I remember thinking, 'Fuck, is anyone at this gig NOT ON ACID?'. We got there eventually and I had a drink of water and curled up with a blanket and finally gave into the urge to pass into unconsiousness I had been feeling for the entirity of 2006.

There you have it. For me the mixture of weed and acid basically caused me to black out and miss a concert I had waited many months and driven many miles for. Thankfully I recovered for the second night and had a great time on extacy. I haven't touched weed since this, nor will I ever probably. I may try acid again, but at a much smaller dose.

Exp Year: 2005-2006	ExpID: 53258

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 21, 2008	Views: 9,568

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated

		 Various

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   65 kg

I could not write this without providing a short history of my life since starting to use drugs and providing a little info about my personality. So, here we go...

I began smoking cannabis during my teens. I was in high school at the time and was soon in trouble. A favour provided to a classmate turned into a charge of drug dealing. I was given the option of attending a rehab or being reported to the police. I spent six weeks in an in house treatment centre where I was bombarded with totally ridiculous anti drug propaganda. There were one on one counsellor sessions, group sessions, occupational therapy etc etc. I was an ocassional dope smoker surrounded by heroin, cocaine and prescription drug users (the patients) and ex heroin, cocaine and prescription drug users (the therapists and doctors). Eventually I had enough of their bullshit and refused to acknowledge being an addict in group therapy (it was a NA style rehab). After leaving it took about 3 months before I smoked cannabis again. I met new friends through one of my fellow patients who remain some of my best friends to this day.

With these friends I attended my first music festival where I experienced my first fully psychedelic LSD trip. I had taken a very small piece of a paper before this, but this was the ONE. Uncontrollable laughter, joy, and then, later on I got lost in the crowds of people and joy turned to sudden, inexplicable fear. An undeniable facet of my personality - shyness - rose to the surface of the trip and burst the bubble. In my first trip I experienced the ups and downs of acid. I carried on a few months later.

Tripping became a regular occurence and, unfortunately, a nightmare. Every time I tripped I would experience the negative thoughts and feelings from my previous bad trips. Smoking cannabis would induce similar paranoia to my LSD trips and stopped being enjoyable in social settings. Set and setting were just not happening for me and I stopped regular trips. Around this time I discovered mushrooms and was delighted to find them like acid, but without the irrational fear acid created in me. Unfortunately this led to a fall as well.

On the occasion of my 19th birthday I ended up with a 6 gram bag of psylo's and no one to share them with as my friends had bought and ingested their own when I joined them. I decided to take the whole bag alone and see what would happen. This was far, far bigger than the ONE. This was the absolute. I was in a particularly beautiful setting in the South African countryside at another music festival. After half an hour I could not walk. I lay in our campsite and was overcome by the beauty of my friends sitting next to me, the yellow flowers in the fields surrounding us and the mountains surrounding the valley we were in. That was what I think Timothy Leary must have experienced when he ate his first dose of mushrooms in central America. It was religious. I felt spirits in the surrounding mountains observing me and I felt the unity, the oneness, the universe as a whole and I could not contain the tears that started streaming down my cheeks as a result of the joy I was feeling. I was in complete awe.

The following year I wanted to repeat the experience at the same festival. I went a bit nuts and overdid things. I ate, I think, somewhere between 10 and 15 grams of psylos over a few days. I did not experience a short 6 hour trip but rather an extended 3 week descent into madness which resulted in hospitilization and sedation. Three months of weekly therapy sessions, a couple of psychiatric evaluations and medication followed. My consulting psychiatrist informed me that there was a very real possibility that my experiences could have resulted in long term epilepsy or schizophrenia. My therapist urged me to cease all hallucinogenic use to prevent another descent into madness. I ignored those warnings and resumed smoking later on without the expected epileptic fits or schizophrenia.

The remaining years until now saw me introduced to ecstasy and electronic music forms, both of which I had abhorred before. These two things showed me the way to enjoy psychedelics again, safely, and without the fears I had known before. I stopped all drugs, except cannabis, in 2005. I still, however, become introverted when smoking cannabis. The magic of cannabis left me. Last year I reached a point where smoking cannabis was no longer fun. I would wake up in the mornings and feel uncomfortable until the first joint which would just leave me feeling normal. I passed a resolution to halt my cannabis use as well and see what would happen.

My emotional development from teenager to adult suffered as a result of hallucinogen use. I think that in the last few months I have been experiencing some thoughts and emotions lingering from my teenage years. I have been up and down. I have suffered two short bouts of very serious depression and self doubt. At least the negative feelings have been real, rather than drug induced. I wish that there had been someone or something to advise me not to leap too fully into the world of psychedelics at the age of 15. In fact, I wish I had waited until the age of 18 or 19 before commencing experimentation.

Since ceasing to smoke, my concentration skills are better, I learn new things faster, I am more productive during my spare time, less exhausted, and more optimistic. I have smoked on a couple of occasions recently though and the experiences were sacred again. I plan to limit smoking to once a week, maximum, in the future. For now, I am not smoking at all. I practiced kundalini yoga for a few months after my traumatic mushroom experiences and it really helped me regain some focus as well as getting some good exercise. I am not currently in any classes as I don't have time. I wish to join a tai chi class some time and then decide between yoga or tai chi.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 53536

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 30, 2008	Views: 14,762

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Various (136), Mushrooms (39), LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Post Trip Problems (8), Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

Well, it finally happened. I had my first experience with LSD. Three hits of some of the strongest acid that's been around town in several years. I paid for one hit, and one of my best friends gave me the other two, because we hadn't hung out in a while. About thirty minutes after taking it, the dealer called one of my other friends. My friends told us the dealer said, 'Don't take two. It's too strong.' I doubted that, but that doubt slowly vanished as the trip kicked in. I saw a sheet of the stuff, and it was pink, purple, and had a very cool design of two aliens on it. My friends bought about an ounce of weed for the day, and we were set.

It all started in the woods. It was a very beautiful day. Perfect. We rolled a couple joints in our favorite spot, and smoked. I had taken all three hits of my acid about thirty minutes before we got to the woods. My friend had taken his two hits (he had done acid before), and my other friend had taken one. He would take one more later, when someone gave him a hit. After a while, I noticed myself smiling, for no real reason at all. I would just walk around, smiling my ass off, looking at all the pretty trees. Smiling soon turned to giggling stupidly at the smallest things. It was around that time I got my first hallucination.

I saw a video camera up in the trees for a moment. I knew it wasn't really there, but it was still very strange to see a camera up there. At this point, there was no way you could make me unhappy. Everything was funny. I loved to talk, walk, and do just about everything. I had a cigarette at around this time, and it was great. Smoking menthol cigarettes was one of my favorite things to do during the trip. We saw that it was going to rain, so we decided to drive to my friend's brother's place [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!] , which was a kickass apartment community filled with good friends who all knew each other. The friend who had taken one hit had to go home for a little while, so he dropped us off there.

At this time, I was slowly drifting into insanity. Not insanity in the sense that I was a raving lunatic running around, but in the sense that I knew the world I was seeing in front of me was nothing close to the world that I was really in. I could look out into the horizon and see the world melting. Right about now, the visuals were basically distortions of real things around me, but strange, nonsensical distortions. There were a group of guys playing volleyball outside, and at one point the volleyball looked like a ball of glowing orange light.

I have to add that during all this, I kept taking my sunglasses off, then putting them back on. Putting my sight through this 'filter' made things take a whole new visual quality to them. Light became distorted, and whenever I would look at any source of light, crazy things would happen. I would describe some of the visuals here, but it would be a waste of time, because the real visuals were so much more.

My friend's brother decided he wanted to buy 25 hits of acid from the dealer from earlier. So we went along for the car ride. Boom. Complete insanity. It all started in the car, on the way to the dealer's house. It started raining hard. Now there weren't just normal objects changing before my eyes. I was seeing things that were not there. Hundreds of paratroopers in the sky, slowly falling to the ground over the horizon. All the trees were on fire, with smoke coming off of them, forming outlines and patterns that I was not familiar with. An army of chameleons was marching along the lane, which had no oncoming traffic. They had different-colored uniforms on, and you could tell that it had something to do with their rank.

It was storming. You could barely see out of the car. The large droplets of water coming off of the windows started to look like blood. I looked back on the road, and it wasn't a road anymore. It was a vein. We were inside something's body, riding atop a large, winding vein. Thankfully the brightness of the sun prevented this vision from taking over my mind for more than a few seconds.

We were on a slight slant on the road during a red light. I thought everything was starting to lean that way, and that soon the world would be on such a tilt that I would fall into the horizon. There was a water tower to the right of me, and we were being tilted to the left. I thought I was looking straight up at the water tower, and I tried to grab onto it to keep from falling. That didn't work, so I grabbed onto the car. Riding in a car was like riding on a roller coaster. I felt like the car we were in was huge, a large machine that I had to grab on to to prevent from being slung around.

Got to the dealer's house, got the stuff, then left. One of the most interesting things to note is that my inner-monologue was extremely exaggerated. Someone could be looking right at me, talking to me, and I would just be staring back at them, thinking in my mind, 'What is he saying to me? I know he's talking to me, but what is he saying to me?' Also, I would analyze every single little thing, making it extremely difficult to focus on small, unimportant things like talking to people. I would be staring off into space, thinking 'Did that guy just try to offend me, or was he just joking around, being nice?'

One thing I kept seeing throughout the trip was paratroopers in the sky, with their white parachutes billowing in the wind. Some stupid preppy jock guy was trying to mess with me during the peak of my trip. He was in his car, flashing his lights at me, trying to trip me out. I went up to the car and said something to the effect of, 'I look in the sky and see hundreds of paratroopers descending down. Do you really think that flashing your fucking lights at me is going to trip me out, you moron?'

A bunch of people wanted to watch Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, because it was obviously appropriate, and we all love that movie to death. It was very ironic and cliche to be watching that movie at that exact time. I didn't sit there and watch it, because it was much more interesting to walk around and experience things, but it was just fun to see it every time I went back in the apartment.

I kept thinking vultures were picking at my head. I would have an image in my head of vultures swooping down and grabbing my hair, but I would look up and see nothing but sky. The world would take on a strange look to it, almost as if it was being reflected to me in a giant puddle of water, and someone spilled oil in it, giving it that swirling rainbow look to it. It took all I had not to lose control. If I didn't have the amount of experience I have, I know that I would have been in the depths of a horrible trip. I already was in the depths of a horrible trip, but it was just so good.

A few times in the trip, I would see things as they're normally seen, but in hundreds of times more detail than I'm used to. I could look at bushes, and see every leaf, every branch. I could look at a bug and see every moving part of the bug, every joint, every feeler, leg, eye, etc. It was in this viewpoint that I thought my mind was being used to its maximum potential. I thought of how advanced our civilization would be if everyone saw in this way, all the time. Everything was so detailed, and at any given moment I could pick out anything I was seeing, and fully concentrate on it, seeing and understanding it in a way I had never felt before. Think of my vision changing as going from playing Goldeneye to Half-Life 2. Everything had so much greater detail to it. Things were clearer, more vivid, etc.

I would look at the ceiling, and see it melting away outwardly, into the sky. I thought the entire room was expanding quickly. I had to grip the sofa, because it was expanding just as fast. I saw my friend fading away in the distance as the couch stretched itself out in miles.

My friend's brother had a bunch of sparklers that we had a blast with. I would light one, and I would see every spark that came off of it as a tiny screaming face, shattering into a million pieces as it hit the ground. I actually wanted to stop lighting sparklers because of this reason, because I felt bad for all the faces, which I saw in great detail, with their burning eyes staring up at me, almost in a way that asked, 'Why are you doing this to us?' Keep in mind, these were tiny sparks, and I saw every facial expression they made. Remember what I said about everything being more vivid and more detailed. I don't know how else to explain it.

Smoke was very interesting to look at. I could see every little particle of smoke, and I could see it being absorbed into my clothes, into my skin. As the smoke moved, it resembled an ocean. A large, moving body of particles, that would conform to itself and its properties. One particle wouldn't move on its own, if one moved, the rest of the mass would slowly make the same kind of movement.

I had severe trails as I would move my head, but not my eyes. I could move my eyes and everything would be as clear as it was before, but if I moved my entire head or body, everything would bleed into itself, before finally resting at its final form as everything cleared itself up.

I would breathe, and so would everything else around me. I've read of people saying this about shrooms. It was a strange feeling, like everything was connected to me, and just an extension of myself. Like everything was a single, breathing organism, in my own little world that I could control and manipulate.

I had such an insane trip that I really can't remember too many details about it. That makes me angry, because I remember how amazed I was at everything, and how much I wanted to just get home and write about what I saw. But it has been a day or two since I did it, and my memory of it has gotten fuzzier and fuzzier. This affects me a lot, because the main thing I wanted to do was write when I was on it. It makes me very sad. I think next time I do acid, I'm going to do it alone, in the comfort of my own home, and just sit there and write.

My life has changed. I see things in a completely different way than I did before taking acid. I always heard people talk about that, but I had no idea how true it was. I couldn't have asked for a better trip as my first time, because it was more intense than anything I could've hoped for. I would definitely call it a bad trip, but that's a very misleading term. It was the best time I've ever had in my life. Pure insanity. Complete mental overload. Bliss.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53653

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 14, 2008	Views: 9,219

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

		   T+ 3:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 3:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

It began around 11:00PM when CJ, who had taken one hit about an hour ago, began noticing the trees were sort of 'dancing' in the far distance while sitting in his car in a parking lot. We were waiting for a call from Miles, signalling his escape from the house and our cue to head on over. We got tired of waiting and lurched into the beginning of his driveway, which is nearly 1/4 of a mile, very curvy, surrounded by bushes, trees, and rolling hills. That useless information will make more sense later.

Still waiting in the car, CJ seemed content to just listen to music and watch the sky, where he exclaimed there was a black man smoking a blunt in the clouds. At this point, he got out and began to wander around and dance. At around 1:00 Miles' appeared. He had taken his hit earlier too, they were both an hour or two ahead of me, so the entire time I felt slightly disconnected. He gave me a hit. Ever since marijuana, I had been very curious about psychoactives and the alterations involved. Of course, there are the bad trips too, so I had been preparing and anticipating this day for a long time.

We decided to walk to the porch behind his house for rolling papers, and on approaching, his fenced up dog began to bark. This was the beginning of the true trip, as I could actually follow VERY closely the reverberations from the echos smash against the trees and resound back against the open sky. While this was happening, Miles' was busy inside his kitchen getting drinks and the papers. CJ and I both watched for what seemed like half an hour while he wandered about the kitchen doing who knows what. It reminded me of a sitcom for some strange reason. Then the first feeling of anxiety set in from thinking we would sit at the window until the next morning, when Miles' parents would come down for breakfast and see us staring. An odd thing to worry about, but nontheless.

We each drank a bottle of what I think was Gatorade I chugged the entire thing in literally 3 seconds without realizing and felt nauseous for a brief period. Wandering around the walls of his house for awhile, I noticed the tall grass and stood over it, staring as though it were a pool of death. What little of the ground was visible in the tall grass was a black void full of squirming black snakes. The moonlight was unrealistically bright this night. Everyone decided a little grass would make the experience more smooth, so a joint or two were in order. I couldn't remember who's car it actually was, and was happy to be back outside, in more familiar places. At this point, I vowed to only trip in nature, or at least yards.

It was getting late, so the three of us departed back to CJ's car, but before we even started to move someone pointed out how awesome the moon was. But it was not the moon, it was the clouds and they were moving FAST. The moon served as a stationary backdrop to emphasize just how much the sky had changed. Also the air behind the clouds were a strange shade of purple, which seemed to deepen as the trip went on.

30 minutes had passed and we weren't even a fourth of the way back yet, as each of us kept wandering off the driveway and staring at random shit. It seemed the Cannabis combination was having a really outrageous effect on time, so we smoked another joint. While this was going on, I could hear water dripping several houses away and understood how Chinese water torture worked, but for now, it was pleasant and entertaining. We stopped again at a honeysuckle tree (the kind you can pull apart the flowers and eat). I tried to taste one, but found myself staring at the tree and ripping the flower to pieces instead.

Finally at the start again, we noticed the powerlines above us. Up until that point they were silent, but now they were emitting a loud buzzing sound, and were covered in red lines that moved about the lines. We decided to listen to some music before heading out. The next 20 minutes or so were a complete haze, only remembering entering, exiting, and walking around the car. They had said I 'screamed'. The next part was probably the most bizarre but amusing situation I've ever been in, as we walked back and forth between Miles' house and CJ's car 3-4 more times. CJ kept seeing random animals in all the plants we passed, including bunnies, elephants, and zebras. At one point when Miles' was talking to me, half of his face became contorted, his eye much wider and stretched than the other, his nose also became longer, kind of like the stereotypical Jewish imagery. CJ also took on a similar effect, but it was his mouth instead, which hung about 5-6 inches below his chin.

Watching the road while on Acid on a late night is like being the passenger of an airship as you sail through thick clouds. The mist and fog on the road seemed about a foot higher than normal, yet all the cracks and details of the road were more visible than ever. I turned in for bed shortly after and stared into the sofa's design. The small ropes and threads it was constructed of began to bulge and breathe. This was broken by a loud 'HIHOWAREU' screeching as CJ's cat walked into the room. The pipes within the walls began to flow with water as I closed my eyes, sounds were definately louder than normal. There was no sleeping involved that night, which may have had caused the LSD to last far longer than usual, as sleep probably nullifies most of the effects.

I walked back into CJ's room around 10:00am, where he was still sleeping. Sitting down at his computer I figured the trip had finally ended. Believe it or not, this was not so. It was still going, though very weak. Every so often I would look a direction really fast and notice those translucent 'acid wallpapers' you see floating around. They finally made sense. The most confusing part of the entire experience was when the sound of racecars driving around began to fill my ears, sometimes soft, but always gaining in volume at increments. This lasted an hour or so. For the next few days the 'acid wallpapers' were visible every few hours or so, but everything else was dead, with one exception. Two days later at school, walking down the hallways, the two blue double-doors at the end grew to an extremely intense yellow and faded out.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 54079

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 10, 2008	Views: 5,967

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		 DOSE:

		   repeated

		 LSD

		   repeated

		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I was more a typical high-achieving honors student in high school than 'party guy' but that all changed once I got to college.  The summer prior to my first college semester, my best friend and I began smoking marijuana together obtained through his older brother.  A few months later I first tried LSD in the freshman dorms on a rather random Friday night.  Over the next four or five years I took hallucinogens of one form or another – whether LSD or mushrooms – on a number of occasions and sometimes for a string of a couple days.  Oftentimes this was associated with attending Grateful Dead concerts or other concerts of similar jam bands.

I seemed to be fundamentally immune to what others would describe as “bad trips.”  One friend even described me as the “Pied Piper” who guided many of our friends through their first adventure with hallucinogens – a badge I wore with a certain degree of pride for its place within our group.  But one night – many years after my first foray into the world of LSD – I had “the” trip … the first real bad one and it was rather horrifying.  There was a group of about eight of us who split a rather large amount of mushrooms and I recall very clearly being somewhat reluctant to “trip” that night.  I had heard stories about being mentally prepared before dropping acid or eating mushrooms in order to have an enjoyable trip and wonder whether my reluctance to indulge that night might not have been an ignored “red flag” on my part.

I was certain that all seven of my (rather good) friends were conspiring against me during that trip.  I could hear that they were speaking and saw their mouths move, but could not understand a word.  It was as if each were speaking like the teacher from “Charlie Brown” and the harder I tried to understand what was being said, the more paranoid I became.  At one point, I excused myself from the rooftop balcony and slipped out the backdoor.  I walked around for what was probably a couple hours and wound-up at an ex-girlfriend’s house.  Although we were no longer dating, we had remained friends and in the past had tripped together.  She let me come in and comforted me as I lay curled up in the fetal position, describing my terrible night.

Recently I was diagnosed as “bipolar,” although as suffering from “bipolar 2” or hypomania.  My mother and younger sister had both been clinically diagnosed over the past decade as having “depression” and through family stories, understand my maternal grandmother to have likely been depressed although she “self-medicated” herself by drinking a lot of alcohol and passed away when I was a kid.

The “bad trip” experience was eleven years prior to my diagnosis as bipolar, but those eleven years were fraught with – at times – rather severe episodes of depression, mania, sleeplessness, irritability, frustration and achievement.  I have excelled professionally, obtained a masters degree, married a wonderful woman and have many friendships.  After being diagnosed, I have done a fair amount of research and have learned that many “high achievers” throughout history were too bipolar.

But I wonder about that fateful night – the night I thought my good friends were out to get me and the years of somewhat mild dysfunction since.  I never believed in “bad trips” and still maintain that strong-willed individuals are capable of “steering” their experiences on hallucinogens … to an extent.  But knowing more fully about my genetic make-up and family history of “depression,” I regret my poor decisions as an experimenting concertgoer.  And it isn’t just one experience or one “bad trip” that I regret – it was the recreational use of LSD and mushrooms over the course of about five years that I am concerned about.

Many years after the “bad trip” during my last summer in college, friends decided to throw a Halloween party and many at the party were eating mushrooms.  I was reluctant to join them, fearing I would experience a reoccurrence of my prior experience, but succumbed to a bit of peer pressure and ate just a couple smaller caps and a few stems.  That proved to be a huge mistake and again, believe my hesitation to take mushrooms should have been heeded.

I found myself leaving the party and experiencing rather intense paranoia – more intense than the previous episode by far.  I began walking back to my friends’ place as I had recently moved about an hour or so away and was a good three or four miles from the house.  Fearing that I would be “caught” by those I believed to be pursuing me, I began to weave back and forth up alternating side streets towards their house.  I found myself in a large public garden and crouched down amidst the plants for a long time.  I was fearful that I was being followed and experienced hallucinations of hearing voices.  After some time, I emerged from the garden after becoming disoriented and lost in it and finally made my way to my friends’ place, the trip beginning to subside.

When I arrived back at the house, I was greeted by my friends – most of whom were smoking marijuana or cigarettes and winding down the night of partying.  It was about three in the morning and I had been missing for the better part of four or five hours.  Everyone I had thought was “out to get me” earlier at the party reprimanded me for not trusting in them when having a bad trip and convinced me I had put myself in much greater risk by leaving the party.  They were right … and I had once again tapped into a part of my mind that was better left unexamined.

Being diagnosed as bipolar, I wonder about these incidences.  My siblings and I experienced our fair share of “stressful events” as children including a couple divorces, the death of a step-parent and witness of physical abuse towards our mother.  But I know others who’ve seen worse and don’t know that they’re bipolar.  I feel my experimentation with hallucinogens accelerated what would have likely expressed itself eventually and believe my family history of “depression” is more correlated to my current and recent diagnosis than my drug use.  But I can’t help but believe that LSD and mushrooms (and ecstasy) unlocked the eleven years of frustration, depression and my predisposition towards hypomania.

Would I be diagnosed as bipolar without having ever experimented with LSD?  Probably.  Would I have had to endure the angst and exhausting bouts of depression and mania for so many years and the turbulent professional career as a “job-hopping” financial professional?  Not in my opinion.

Exp Year: 1991-1996	ExpID: 54265

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 14, 2008	Views: 29,377

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		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

It was a good, lazy summer evening at 'the house.' My friends and I had spent the day smoking a lot of weed and trying to score some acid. Finally we made a connection and sent Al to pick it up. There were six of us that were going to trip, Myself, J, Al, Jin, Kat, and Mari. J and I were currently the only two members of a musical project where I played guitar, sang lead, and programmed synthesizers, and he played guitar, did backing vocals, and engineered the recordings. We both split bass duties.

Anyway, the acid arrived somewhere around 8 or 9 pm, we all took our doses (J and I took 2 each) and smoked a couple bongs &amp; played video games to pass the time. Then J and I went to work on some music. It wasn't long before our concentration broke and we started laughing hysterically, and watching each other laugh at nothing just made us both laugh even harder. We put down our guitars and wandered around continuing to laugh and giggle and talk in half sentences that we both somehow seemed to understand. I said to J 'Maybe we need to come back to this a little later' and he agreed, so we went upstairs to see how our friends were doing.

Everyone seemed to be doing fine, you couldn't even tell they were tripping at all! Well, you probably could but we all felt the same way. Al was very quiet, just sitting in a chair looking around and grinning at everything. Jin was completely zoned into something on the coffee table, Kat and Mari were more giddy than J and I while they played video games and laughed. Jin was mumbling nonsensical phrases to all of us and none of us and we didn't really pay any attention except to chuckle occasionally and then she would kind of laugh at herself too.

After a few minutes J and I went back to work on more music. I set up a few drum loops for us to play over and we both picked up our guitars and it seemed like we knew telepathically what the other was going to play and what we needed to play in order to complement it. It was unreal and we were both giddy again! J hit record on the console and we decided to just track some improvised stuff over which we'd later add lead guitars, vocals, and a bassline. I think the piece we recorded ended up being in the neighborhood of 18-20 minutes, give or take, going through different riffs and patterns, morphing into new ones at regular intervals, and I remember the CEV's during this session were amazing but they weren't the typical patterns and fractals and all that. I was seeing living forms liquifying and then scenes in my head of blasting through a tunnel made of shafts of colored crystal and all kinds of things. I've always been pretty visual. Well with the drum loop sequences and both our guitars tracked, J went ahead and did a bassline and seemed to follow the improvised music really well even though we didn't really know what we started out doing to begin with, then I added synth instead of a lead guitar, and did lead vocals, with J mumbling his own stream of consciousness stuff in the background and a lot of echo on his voice.

We liked it and decided to take a smoke break on the front porch. Our other friends seemed to be doing exactly what we left them doing but maybe I just don't remember it clearly. Anyway out on the porch, everything I looked at seemed to breathe and smear a little, sometimes more than a little. I've always liked that effect of acid or maybe my mind because I always seem to get the breathing/ink smear visual effect. It was a really nice night, very still and quiet and clear and pretty warm. I was noticing the effects of the acid gradually and subtly becoming more intense.

We decided to walk around the block and talk about stuff. Well it was a good walk, we talked about all sorts of different stuff and really opened up, mentioning our individual flaws and good traits, insecurities and occasional overconfidence in areas, and really connected more than ever before as friends. As I looked around, the houses and sparse street lamps would slowly pulse in changing color and warp a little bit, and sometimes it looked vaguely like we were walking on a flowing stream instead of a paved sidewalk.

Occasionally we'd see people on their porches or through their windows and I felt sorry for them because they looked so pathetic. I told J 'I feel sorry for most people' and he said 'Why is that?' I explained how I felt so many people were living in a self-made vaccuum, afraid to really experience things and learn, afraid of knowledge destroying the existence they had constructed based on false assumptions and superficial perception, and not even aware that they were afraid in the first place. It was a weird tangent but I remember it well and at the time, I knew what I was trying to say even if I only conveyed part of it verbally. Anyway, he seemed to get where I was coming from and was able to elaborate on it and it turned into a really great conversation. So we walked around the block and I kept thinking of these people and their small world and being thankful I had been able to experience things some people never do, for better or for worse. I concluded I'd rather know all I can and be disappointed in it than live in a world of false assumptions and be content with it.

Soon we arrived back at the house. Our friends were now watching Acidburn Flashback Tabu (a really excellent film if you can track it down!!!) but we'd all seen it before. I got the feeling they were half-interested because they kept talking to each other so J suggested we all go downstairs and have a listen to what he and I had created. They all thought it would be cool so we filed downstairs and J dimmed the lights and hit Play. All our eyes lit up, this was really good work! If I can describe the music in visual/textural/physical terms, it was warm, rippling, and very 3-dimensional, totally hynotic and engrossing and we all really enjoyed it, all 18-20 minutes (or whatever) of it and it was a highlight of a trip, all of us friends bonding and getting in the same headspace to music that two of our group had created. I don't recall anyone uttering a word until after the piece finished.

That set a tone for the remaining hours of the trip in which we all spent communally appreciating and discussing various bits of art and music and having great stimulating conversations and it felt like everyone's mind opened up a little bit further, and we were all better friends for this experience.

This tight group did trip together many more times and as long as most or all of us were together, there were never any negative vibes. I think it's great how at times, one seemingly insignifcant thing can be the catalyst that gets everyone on the same page and feeling the same thing, and that because of the atmosphere created, walls come down and friendships really begin to bloom. This kind of thing can easily happen with friends tripping together and it's easy to create an atmosphere of total acceptance and trust where everyone feels free to be who they are, not worrying about what the others think of them.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 54319

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 28, 2008	Views: 5,550

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