		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

This past halloween was the scariest of my life. My girlfriend, best-friend, and I had all gone to New Orleans, LA for Voodoofest, an amazing 3 day concert event. One of our objectives was to find some good acid, as our town happens to be rather dry and high-priced when it comes to LSD. That first night, we bought 10 hits of 'eyeball' blotter from a random hippie. While my friend went off to see George Clinton, my girlfriend and I found someone with scissors and cut off 2 hits for each of us. Keep in mind that I can't be sure of times here, but I'm quite certain that I started to trip after only 15 minutes. My girlfriend, however, was much less phased even though she had tripped less times than me.

After about 30 minutes I started getting scared. George Clinton's performance was too loud. The noises were becoming painful, and all I could see on stage was a huge ball of moving light. My girlfriends face also started to morph, and as I began to lose my own mind, I kept telling her 'Don't lose me' because she was obviously not enjoying the music either. Finally, our friend walked out of the crowd and found us. I told him he needed to walk us to the car because we both were starting to trip too hard for our own good. The path to the car was very crowded and dark. There were police lights flashing everywhere. The darkness started to take over. I couldn't see well for some reason. It became difficult to see my friends in front of me. I kept saying, 'Where are you guys?!', only to realize that they were right beside me.

By the time we got close to the car, I was gone. I had forgotten where we were. My friend, who, luckily, stayed sober, kept reminding me that we were in New Orleans, and were supposed to be having fun. I was making outbursts in public. Basically all of the evil things my mind could conjure, I saw. I couldn't see what was really there at all. This fact was worsened when I realized I was stuck. I was in a town where I had no comfortable place to go. I couldn't escape that darkness.

The duration of the trip is honestly a blur in my mind now. I was making outbursts, uncontrollably. I heard voices in my head telling me that I had lost my mind. I believed that I was insane, and that I wasn't coming back. However, for some reason I kept screaming, 'I'm lost, but this is all I ever wanted.' I thought that I had accomplished what I was put here to do, but that I was damned to be out of my mind for the duration of life. I kept begging my friends to talk to me, because everytime they did, it brought me back to reality a little bit. However, I always would quickly delve back into my mind. Soon, I thought I was dead. I saw pictures in my head of this 'Limbo' land. I had died and was basically retracing my entire life. I would yell my girlfriend's name over and over. Her name was the only comforting thing I could think of.

I kept freaking out. I would bang my head on the windows of my car. I felt the seatbelt strapping me down, and I couldn't take it. However, I couldn't figure out how to get it off. I even accidentally grabbed my girlfriends hair once. I am not a violent man at all, but I honestly had no idea what I was doing. I don't even remember what I thought I was doing. My mind kept telling me I was on the brink of death. Sometimes, I felt as if I was rushing towards the evilness. I would yell, '(girlfriends name), please save me!' over and over, but it didn't work. I feel it necessary to mention here that my girlfriend was tripping very hard too. She, however, handled it. She admits to being extremely scared of me at some times, but she never lost her mind like I did.

My mind was bouncing between sexuality, psychosis, and death. It was the worst trip of my life. The things I saw, I can't even begin to explain. Imagine putting your mind on a wheel, spinning it, finding some random place that you know so well, but being convinced that it is all gone. My friends told me that I would lay there, mumbling to myself for 30 minutes at a time, and then suddenly burst out screaming, often throwing myself violently around the car.

I was in hell. I couldn't conceive life or death. I didn't care. As my friend was driving down the highway, I jumped up from the backseat and threw the car into park. This was extremely dangerous, and I don't know why I did it. Something compelled me. I noticed myself getting very sweaty. I tried to get sexual with myself, which I'm embarassed of considering that I was in front of 2 good friends. Honestly, I was just trying to do anything to escape all the pain in my mind. It didn't work.

I tried to run out of the car, but my friend, who is much larger than me grabbed my arm. I screamed for him to let me go. I just wanted to run, but he wouldn't. I saw a scared look in his face. It turned evil. I saw him raise a knife and stab me. I started shaking, freaking out. All he did was grab my arm, there was no knife. Eventually, my friend was helpless. He didn't know what to do either. He stopped a random girl and told her what was happening. She sold him some random pain killers (I believe) and told him to make me eat them. When my friend gave them to me he said, 'Here, these will make you come down in 10 minutes, just eat them.' I happily chewed them up.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning. Everyone was exhausted. We had had the scariest halloween ever. I was so scared of what I had possibly done that I took my girlfriend out and let her know how much I cared. I told her I was so sorry, that it was only the drugs, I honestly couldn't help my state. She was amazing and understood. She stuck with me through my own insanity.

I hated this trip, but I wouldn't take it away for anything. I think I learned from it. I'm a very experienced drug/psychedelic user, and this completely deflated my ego. I realized that sanity is not a given. It can so easily be ripped away. The next day, I took 1 hit of the same acid, tripped, and felt fine.  It was during the day, so there was no darkness to take over. This experience was profound, I still turn it over in my head every day. I've never been the same.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 29153

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 1, 2007	Views: 7,299

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Guides / Sitters (39), Relationships (44), Bad Trips (6), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 160 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 8:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

Having worked on and researched LSD and many other hallucinogens for over a year for college in a research setting, I was very, very cautious and hesitant to try it for myself. I have a very good background in exactly how it affects the neurotransmitters of the brain, knew exactly what effects to expect, and was a sitter for 4 friends that had taken it previously. I have experience with just about every opiate and opiod made, weed, amphetamines, salvia (but never experienced visual hallucinations from it), many different benzos, etc, but never an actual hallucinogen before this.

Starting Setting: A beautiful evening out in the midwest in a friend's apartment. Lets call him B.

Companions: Tripping: myself, B, and N. Sitters included J, who would be taking other various pharms but not actually tripping himself, and K, who was B's girlfriend. All of us are really good friends, and I would trust them with my life if it came down to it, and I think they would with me.

Mood: A bit of nervous apprehension. It's one thing to take a drug and just know what it's supposed to do, it's another thing to know exactly what it's doing to you and when. I was in an awesome mood as we had planned this evening for weeks and N had taken off work and traveled 2 hours to visit for the weekend.

8pm: I was given a liquid from J that I was told to swish around and hold in my mouth for 15 minutes that I was told contained about 160ugs LSD, a 'social dose,' I was told. B and N were given the same amount as well. B has never taken a hallucingen before, but N has done acid at 160ug, 500ug, and shrooms many times.

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

8:30pm: After watching the Animatrix for a while and not feeling it at all, I suggested we took B and K's newly bought puppies for a walk to see campus. We have several beautifully lit foutains that run during the summeron campus that I wanted to see. N remarked his shoulder was hurting from lifting the day before and took a 60mg morphine, after which he said he 'couldn't possibly feel more euphoric than I am right now' and he is one to down 120mg without batting an eye as he is just naturally very tolerant to just about any substance.

8:45pm: On the walk to the fountains, I noticed I could almost 'feel' colors. At one intersection, all of the stoplights were red all down the street, and N remarked that he could also 'feel that there was too much red' and that he didn't particularly like it.

9:00pm: The lighting around the fountain was very indirect and from the ground, almost creating a mystical feeling to it. I was quite euphoric, as if nothing could possibly spoil my mood. We get to the fountain, which to me, along with the most beautiful night we have had in a long time, looked like nothing other than heaven. We all sat on the grass and spoke to each other and to other people that were there just enjoying the evening and watching the fountain. There were people there that had taken shrooms and we compared and spoke about the similarities and differences. B remarked while laying with his puppies around him and holding his girlfriend looking up at the brightly lit foutain 'wow, so this is what heaven feels like.' A guy and girl were playing guitar and singing. They may have sounded horrible but any kind of music sounded amazing to me at this point.

11:30pm: We reluctantly left our new friends and 'heaven.' I went to the bathroom and noticed my pupils were very large. We walked by the bars on the way home to see all the bright lights and music, which was way too much stimulation to take in at one time at least for me as it was my first trip. N wanted to go party, but I was much more set on at least for my first time, staying relatively safe and away from large crowds. Next time maybe. N remarked this dose was much more enjoyable than the 500ug he had done a couple months back. I noticed that I had some muscle cramping in my jaw that persisted throughout the night. It was unbareable, but noticable.

12pm: We get back to the apt and begin watching 'What Dreams May Come.' The movie by itself is pretty trippy and extremely colorful, and I really enjoyed the visual patterns I was seeing in the movie. They were very geometical and logical, and at times almost superimposed over what I was watching. After a moment, I realized I could manipulate them and greatly enjoyed this. Still in extremely high spirits.

3am: N announces he has come prepared with a trunkful of fireworks (last weekend was the 4th of july). We all take turns shooting rockets and HUGE roman candles which of course looked absolutely stunning in our present state.

5am: We are starting to feel like we are all just starting to come down. J, the most experienced, suggest we smoke a LOT of weed at this point to get the most of our last couple hours. Among fun conversation amongst us three trippers, we fire up the bong and literally smoke, or 'mash' as we called it, until we physically could not smoke anymore due to lack of coordination.

6am: After just putting the bong down, I realize I am so inebriated I cannot understand or accomplish very simple tasks, such as putting a DVD in the player. Patterns are going absolutely crazy now, and it literally took me 25 minutes to make a bowl of ramen noodles, and poorly at that (I am a very good cook normally).

8am: The three of us have just been sitting and staring at the walls and different colored lights around the apt. and talking occasionally. I am nowhere near tired, in retrospect I should have expected the energy boost I got as J did warn us it would be a full 12 hour trip-sleep would be nearly impossible without taking a benzo like xanax or a hypnotic like ambien or sonata, all of which we had on hand just in case. I decided to walk home, a block or so, and try to get to sleep and enjoy the last of the trip by myself. I go home, smoke a little more, and finally sleep just about 8 hours straight which is a long time for an insomniac like me.

The next day was spent recovering, as we were up all night and the trip took a good amount out of us. We were all in high spirits, perhaps it was an afterglow, but mentally drained as one can get after studying for a long time straight. Overall it was a mystical, wonderful, eye-opening experience that I will never forget. I was *very* happy I waited until I was truly ready to accept what 'Lucy' had to offer.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 45006

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 2, 2007	Views: 8,860

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


		 DOSE:

		 4 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

It was week 4 of my freshman year in college, and I was going nuts. Smoking pot at least 15 times a day, taking Oxycodone and Hydro left and right, drinking, taking Ecstasy, but the experience I am about to describe quite simply blows every other drug experience I've ever had right out of the water.

On a Friday it came to my attention that a few friends (a female we will call C, a male named A, and another male named J) had found a hook-up for liquid acid. 'Holy shit!!!' I thought. I'd run into acid only once before this in my drug taking history and it was crappy (and very expensive, $10 a hit) blotter. This shit turned out to be $5 a hit and apparently very potent. All my friends went and dosed at about 12:30 pm, I did not as I had no money at the time. After they came back, 2 hours or so later, they said it was soooo intense and they needed to be alone. So I decided to go get money and dose myself. Everyone who had tripped had done 2 hits maximum, stupidly I thought I'd do 4.

I arrive at the dealers house and take my 4 hits. The dealer and his girlfriend are already tripping and we listen to some Moody Blues. After about 30 mins, and 2-3 bowls of some fine herb later, I left the apartment and headed back to my friends' dorm rooms. Walking home everything began to morph. Lights were shining like the moon into my eyes, the street began to look like I was looking at it through a fish eye lens. Walking by people I was convinced I was acting really high and not normal. Anyway, after about a 20 minute walk back to my friend's place, which usually only takes about 5 mins, I sat on the couch. At this point I thought to myself 'This is quite possibly the craziest thing I've ever done.' I had just taken 4 hits which, from what the dealer told me, was equal to about 6-8 blotter hits, I was in my friend's shitty dorm room that was piled with garbage, and everyone else was nearly done with their acid highs by this time.

So there I was, tripping BALLS, and watching Blue Collar Comedy (which I fucking hate) while sitting next to some buds. At this point I began to feel very sick, but I stayed on the couch. This is when the visuals truely began. I looked at the couch I was sitting on and it suddenly became not just a small 5 foot couch, but 10 miles of couch. The entire room I was in expanded to the size of an airplane hanger, while I remained small. 'I don't feel so good' I said and made my way to the bathroom. After urinating for about a minute I looked in the mirror. What I saw may have been the most terrifying thing I've ever seen in my whole life. It was me, but as an old man. Somehow I knew I had had a dissapointing life and knew death was inescapable. My flesh was wrinkled and I wanted nothing more then another person to be with.

I went back outside to the couch where there were about 5 people all smoking. I saw them all as giant frogs, disgusting and horrid, who wanted nothing more then to please themselves. I was disgusted by the obvious egotism I could literally see coming off of them. My friend, C, looked at me and said 'Man you don't look so good, do you want to go back to your room?' At this point I could barely answer. My entire mental state was so incredible, but so hard to describe. I saw that at every moment I am the only thing keeping myself from happiness. Every emotion I felt was a direct cause of doing or not doing something, and I could see these paths these decisions would take me on. Every decision I saw as a string of energy coming from my heart and connecting to a point where my next decision would be made. The responsibilty I suddenly felt terrified me greatly and I realized what a child I was.

At this point I was in no condition to just 'chill' with people. I asked my friend's J and C to take me back to my dorm room. On the walk there I could barely understand what was going on. Everything looked like a terrifying jungle to me, and everyone struck me as so disgustingly ego-centric that it made me insanely depressed. After finally getting to my room, my trip really pulled into high gear. I experienced something I have never felt on any other drug. It was as if my memories were literally tied to my mouth. Every time I spoke or moved my mouth, it was not my mouth that moved, it was a memory that was evoked. At one point I yelled that I didn't feel well, this evoked a memory from my childhood when I lost my favorite jacket. It was literally like I could experience a memory on demand with my mouth, they were literally cross-wired.

My eyes too were connected to memories. Many times I looked in the mirror and when I did I felt the most intense love for a stuffed animal I had not played with for years. At this point I was completely gone, when there was no light I hallucinated that everyone I had seen that day was in my room looking at me and studying me. I was sweating a lot at this point and my gut was making A lot of noise. I felt so sick and just wanted this overly intense trip to be over. At this point I opened my window and puked onto someone elses open window. The room was spinning, and I kept having a vision of my consciencess being a glowing ball of white static light. It made noise that was too intense for my ears and terrified my with its power. another hour of indescribable visions and insights and my trip began to come down.

I went to sleep about 8 hours after I had dosed due to sheer exhaustion. Waking up later that night though I felt the most intense feeling of peace and contentment. Everything was going to work out, it felt as if I had been through physical therapy and could finally walk again. The next day the after-effects were still with me, my touch especially felt very soft and insulated in a pleasent way. While this was a very intense and memorable experience I do not suggest 4 hits of liquid unless you have tried it first.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47362

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 3, 2007	Views: 6,940

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LSD (2) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 ocular
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

Ok, I have taken a considerable amount of acid in my life with no ill effects or bad trips, i feel the need to preface this because I truly believe that LSD is a beautiful substance that can precipitate a much more open state of mind.  But...maybe not this time.

So, I was dipping sheets of acid, withought any gloves on which was not the best idea.  At some point I came into contact with the liquid and didn't really know it because I was so intent on getting done what I needed to.  I remember rubbing my eyes and feeling wetness and thinking shit maybe I had some on my hands, I told myself even if I did it would be ok, and it couldn't have been much and went about my day.

2 friends came over about 5 min after I had put everything away, we smoked bowls and chatted and I completely forgot about the possibility of me getting high.  About a half hour after they got there, we were talking and I remember my friend asking me about my night last night, and it was then that it hit.  I couldn't respond to the question, it was like getting hit by a tsunami wave, I was suddenly in another world and could no longer focus on them, I told them I thought I was starting to trip and maybe should be alone, they took a look at my eyes and said your pupils are huge!  This began to scare me.  They left and almost immedietly it got worse, my heart started racing, I felt hot as hell, although I wasn't sweating.  Physically it felt like electricity was running through my body, I was shaky and unstable on my feet.  I realized I wasn't mentally prepared like usual and decided to go for a walk to try and focus on something other than how quickly I was coming up.

Off I went down the street, the trip kept coming on really strong and I began to hallucinate.  I kept thinking I saw someone walking along beside me, but this intruder made me feel uncomforatable and unsafe.  As I continued to come up things got worse, complete sensory overload, I felt like I was being crushed by the world, thoughts of my smallness and the pointlessness of life came crashing in, I no longer knew where I was , or where I was walking.  I had to sit down as I was swaying on my feet and I laid on the grass somewhere, I can only hope that it wasn't someones front yard.

With my eyes open the world was shifting before me, I couldn't make sense of it and mentally I couldn't put together what was happening.  I tried to rememember what time it was when I was working with the stuff earlier and came up with nothing, tried to remember how long it takes for acid to peak and couldn't remember, this really scared me, I have never forgotten my basic facts and have always been able to comfort myself.  The world was shifting in and out of focus so much that it looked like the houses on the street were moving, the trees looked menacing and seemed to be trying to grab me with their branches, I felt like I couldn't stand or move anymore, my body was sinking into the earth.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to help the situation and realized that even with my eyes closed I could still see.  I could see everything around me before when they were open as well as flashes of light and peoples faces, people that had hurt me in the past.  I couldn't ecscape the feeling, such strong feelings, it was as if everything bad that had ever happened to me was happening again.  All the fear, anxiety, emotion, pain, and most of all that overwhelming feeling rushed in.  My mind was gone and I couldn't constrain it in any way, more than anything it was the feelings that were the problem,  I wasn't even capable of thinking of events.

Next thing, my phone rings, it's another friend that has no idea what is going on.  I needed this as it made me realize that reality still existed, so I answered and this was just what I needed.  My friend was talking to me like I was a human being, and although I couldn't really understand what she was talking about, I knew it was real.  I managed to shakily get up and walk again, knowing things might get worse I just wanted to find my home.  I stayed on the line with her and somehow got myself home, not knowing really where I was going the whole time, just feeling it and going.

Things did get worse after I got home, I got of the phone with my friend and started shaking uncontrollably, couldn't stand again.  My music was playing on the computer, darkness was coming outside and I was continuing to lose it.  My music was upsetting me, and it usually always made me feel good on L before.  I thought maybe i should call someone to be with me, but got scared they might try to take me to a hospital and decided it best to stick it out.  I could feel the music vibrating my body, I had this feeling in the top of my head, felt like something was trying to ecscape through me skull and I tried to hold on so hard, I began to cry and didn't know why?

I finally laid down half inside my house, half out the front door as this was all I could really do and I felt like I had to be partially outside but not all the way, who knows why?  I gave in, I realized I couldn't stop what was happening, and let go.  I laid on that floor for hours unable to move, feeling like I was having a battle with my negative side, and that I wasn't winning.  I never had a single clear thought the whole time, no words, just me feeling everything, everything bad.

Finally much later, and still tripping balls I suddenly felt the weight lift, it was like being released, I felt like I had just won!  I could feel my body again, I could stand again, thank god.  The walls and floor where still moving around me, and my lamp was glowing exceptionally bright but I was ok.  I was tired as though I really had just taken part in an epic battle, and began to try and dissiminate what had happened to me..I stayed high in total for 16 hours, 6 of which I thought I was going to die, be insane, or just leave my body and never come back(which seemed different than dying at the time)

All in all, this was a good and bad experience.  I had been feeling a lot of negativity and anger in the week preceding this, and as is my nature I was holding all those things in, to me what happened was the lsd forced me to feel all the things that I try and have tried so hard in the past not to feel.  It was like an amazing cleansing of my sould, and after even when I was still soaring I felt that I had conquered the worst parts of myself and put them to rest.

Always be careful with all substances, I wasn't and although I can see this now as a beautiful and necessary experience during it.....words can't describe what was happening.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 65334

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 6, 2007	Views: 6,512

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Entities / Beings (37), Music Discussion (22), Nature / Outdoors (23), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 30 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		 8 hits
		 IV
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 80 mg
		 IV
		 Pharms - Oxycodone
		 (ground / crushed)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

I will relay the details of my experience in full detail. Think twice before trying to replicate as my methods are not the safest to use. At the time these things occurred I was ill and in fact hospitalized. Not after, but during and in fact this is the motivation I felt at the time to try this trip, simply put I wanted to step out of the hospital, but had total bedrest ordered. With location explained I would like to add that I was in a private room and had been there for some time. I was perhaps a little bored with my current surroundings, and also very interested in the effects of LSD on the mind in regard to dealing with a lack of new thoughts or ideas. I thought that if I could maybe think more period that perhaps positive thought needed for healing would be an incidental. Which it was.

I decided to do this on a weekend during a 11pm-7am shift with a nurse and aid taking care of me that I knew and for the most part trusted, I did not want to freak in front of those that I would have to worry about calling the doctor or an ambulance or charting that I was acting weird since if all went well I would indeed be acting very strange. I thought of telling them ahead of time, but decided against that and began to plan. One week after I decided to do this with skeleton crew in place I began to take my medicine.

I had wanted to try IV LSD after hearing stories from a friend that was living in San Fran during the drugs first day's administering it through injection in an IV catheter  that he and many friends left in for this and other substances. I began by taking 8 Gel panes of LSD said to be at 125ug per and placed them in a clean glass vial with 3ml of sterile water and stopped the top with my finger and mixed until all the gel had settled out. I then placed a clean cotton ball in the vial and drew through it to filter out any solids that might be left over from the mixing (i.e. gelatin.) Having drawn out over 90% of my initial 3ml of water I was satisfied and moved on to my Oxycodone.

 [Erowid Note:
Intravenous (IV) injection of crushed pills/tablets can be very dangerous due to unknown substances, binders, and fillers present. Any substance injected directly into the blood stream should be very pure. Clean needles and medically appropriate techniques should be used to avoid serious injury or death.]

For this I crushed an 80mg Oxycontin tablet and placed in a small glass vial with 2ml of sterile water and mixed with a sterile cotton swab then drew the liquid out through the swab and with a satisfactory amount recovered from my 2ml I set it aside. I then took three 10mg Valium orally and set back and waited for them to kick in. At the time I did this I was on several other medications, and a few may have influenced my results. Here is a quick list of the dailys, Oxycodone 80mg twice daily, Valium 20mg every 4 hours, Protonix 40 mg daily, Vit-C 500 mg daily, multivitamin, IV Ancef 1g daily, Oral Levaquin 500mg twice daily, detrol 2mg daily, Oral promethazine 75mg 4 times daily.

Well with the background layed here I go: After the nurse came around and took vital signs (11:30pm) I asked for some privacy and had her close the door to my room. I then layed out all my supplies (the LSD solution, and Oxycodone, and sterile water for a flush through my IV) and prepared myself. After swabbing the IV port with alcohol I inserted the LSD and began to slowly inject it. The response was almost immediate, I had a rapid increase in heart rate as well as blood pressure which I was prepared for, per the advice of my friend which is what the IV oxycodone was for. I injected about half of the Oxy and felt much more comfortable.

At this time it had only been about ten minutes and already my perception was radically different, things began to simply change and I had indeed stepped out. I for the first time began to have completely uncontrolled thoughts and then these thoughts began to manifest themselves all around me. It was very crazy, and the sweat was like a flood I hit the call light and had the aid open the window. With the window open the sounds of the night came in and sounded almost musical, I decided that I needed to focus and tried to meditate, but I was way too conscious of everything to blend and was at a steady run, much different than other methods of use with LSD. It seemed that I was were I was going in only 10-15 mins and felt as if it would last forever. With the confusion I decided TV would be interesting and started to watch several hours went by and at around 4:30am I felt my madness slip away, and thought everything was back to normal.

I was wrong. My visual perception was very actively creating things that were, well not there, but my mind knew them to be false and they leave only to be replaced. The exception was the television I later spoke to my brother and talked about a program with him and described events that in fact had not been there. Very strange to imagine that you are in touch with reality and in fact not even close. After about 13hours me and my body reunited.

I have to admit I was surprised at the difference between this and say simple oral ingestion, but not negatively. Outside of the uncomfortable heart rate increase I felt the mentally this was much more rewarding than oral experiences, however I will not change to this mode of use since I am talking of a resting pulse hovering around 200 beat per min, far too high for comfort and I am sure high enough to cause serious damage. I will never regret this as a trial and still look back and smile.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 32258

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 15, 2007	Views: 28,744

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Preparation / Recipes (30), General (1), Hospital (36)


		 DOSE:

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

This is the story of my most unpleasant experience to date on LSD. I guess you would call it a “bad trip”, but I don’t think the term is very precise. It certainly was a bad experience. The point of sharing the story is to try to show how preconceptions can affect a trip, and how doing acid recklessly also invites trouble.

It started when an acquaintance of mine had obtained a couple vials of liquid LSD for his and his friends’ personal use (he was not a dealer himself). Since I usually don’t come around acid very often, I asked him if it would be possible for me to get some, and he obliged. By the way, at this time he had already had the acid for several weeks, so it probably wasn’t too fresh. Of the two vials, he told me (now I almost wish he hadn’t) that the one vial was “weaker but smoother” and the other was “stronger but more jarring.” He ended up giving me four hits from the first (smooth) bottle, onto sugar cubes. I took one, which hardly had any effect. Then I took the remaining three a day later, and enjoyed it though it wasn’t as strong as I wanted it to be.

The next week I was back for more. At that point he gave me six more hits, two on each cube. These were from the “stronger” bottle. I considered these three cubes, and how I should take them. I thought I should probably eat just one to test them out and save the other two for later. My only problem was deciding when to do this. A few days later, in the morning, I thought about doing one. I did not have to work until three o’clock and reasoned that I could take it fairly early in the morning and have enough time to come down and go to work. I have a clerk-type job, which does not require very much concentration.

I was rather uncertain, though, so I decided I might flip a coin to help me. This is a kind of strange ritual I used to have, of asking the coin “yes and no” questions. I don’t believe there is any real intelligence guiding the coin, but it seems useful to treat it that way when trying to make a decision. So I asked it first, “Should I take this acid today?” and it answered, “No.” I wasn’t happy with this, so I asked, “Will something bad happen to me if I do?” The answer was “No” again. So I went on, “Will someone else get hurt as a result? Will I suffer social consequences?” etc., etc., asking about any conceivable thing that could go wrong. All the answers were “No.” At this point, I was rather annoyed. Why not take it then? Of course I knew also that this was just silliness, that the coin did not really know anything, but I persisted. So it struck me to ask, “Is the reason I shouldn’t take it simply because I won’t have any fun?” And then the answer came up “Yes.” Aha! So that was it. Deciding it was worth the risk, I promptly popped the cube in my mouth and took a shower. This was about 7:30 am.

I had always been told that the showering experience was very fun on acid, but I found it annoying. I felt too hot, and kind of icky being all wet. So I got out and dried off, and went about trying to trip. It quickly became apparent that this acid was kind of harsh, or at least, my subjective experience of it was harsh. I felt very physically uncomfortable, with a lot of back cramping and unpleasant feelings in the throat and mouth. Nevertheless, I was tripping moderately, and I was able to get something out of it, but I did feel pretty foolish and unhappy with my decision. So I spent the next several hours listening to music, going into the bathroom to listen to the fan whirr into the carpet, and doing anything to try to take my mind off the physical discomfort, which was probably the most severe I’d ever experienced on acid.

Unfortunately, as 2:00pm began to roll around, I realized that I had not come down enough. I began to doubt that I would be able to go to work. I worried a little, but simply decided to call and tell them I would be in at four. They asked no questions. It’s a very casual workplace. Still, after another hour I was still pretty screwed up. I had to leave around 3:45 to get there on time. It was 3:00 and although I was feeling much more stable and not hallucinating, my pupils were absolutely huge and I definitely still felt strange. However, I really didn’t want to just call in sick, because I was somewhat sketchy about being home when my mom arrived, she would certainly wonder why I hadn’t gone to work and might notice me acting strangely. She discovered my acid use before and was not happy about it! So, I made a huge (and probably bad decision) to drive to work.

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

Now, I must emphasize that at the time I left I was not, technically, tripping. The world had solidified and I was feeling fairly coordinated and alert. Still, I cannot claim that I was at the height of my ability. I can’t justify what I did, although it was probably no worse than driving on one beer, I still shouldn’t have done it and it was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I got in the car and took off down my street, wearing sunglasses of course. I felt fairly confident, but the first thing I saw at the four-way stop near my house was a cop car crossing right in front of me. Bad omen!

I went on to the freeway. About half way to my work, I looked in the rear view mirror, a CHP was behind me. I began to prepare to move into the slow lane to let it pass when its lights began to flash at me. I could not believe it. I had no idea what I had done wrong. I had a huge rush of adrenalin, and my heart began to pound. The panic was all the more intense because of the residual acid effects. I knew if I had to remove my glasses there would simply be no way my huge pupils would go unnoticed, and even though I had nothing on me, I was terrified of going to jail. I pulled into the slow lane, and the car rushed past me…. Phew! What a close call. He wasn’t after me!

Another cop car was encountered after I exited the freeway near my work. Finally I arrived there safely, and worked my four hour shift. I have to say it was almost like torture trying to work in that state, but I handled it. The funniest thing was that the lady I worked with that night told me I looked totally “with it” that day. Ha! On the way home, I saw several more police cars. I have never seen that much fuzz on my route to and from work before, ever. It seemed to me that God was trying to send me a message. Finally I got home and felt tremendous relief that this ordeal was over. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically.

After going home I met with a friend and told him all about the experience. He is an experienced drug user himself, but has given up acid. He then told me something strange: he had prayed for me the day before that the next time I did acid, something would happen to make me not want to do it ever again, not something that would harm me, just something unpleasant. It seemed his prayer had been answered. I thought about it for a while. I did not want to repeat this experience and seeing how unpleasant this particular batch of acid was, I washed the two remaining cubes down my sink. Many months have now passed and in retrospect I can isolate several factors that contributed to this “bad trip”:

The first is the warning given to me by the supplier. That certainly affected my expectations, and I have to wonder how things would have gone if he had said nothing. I do believe that different batches, due to impurities or perhaps chemical breakdown, can affect you differently, but the psychological factor is also important. I was predisposed to having a bumpy ride, I think. The second is the foolish choice of setting. I had to be at work that day! What an idiot. I should have waited until I had at least two days off in a row, but I was impatient. The stress from worrying about having to go to work certainly affected the quality of the trip.

Finally, my stupid coin flip decision making process. This is the most idiotic thing I could have done, even if I did not truly “believe” in it. The coin said I would not have any fun, and I didn’t. What did I expect? Even if I knew it was not real, the suggestion was powerful enough when combined with acid. Incidentally, I have wholly given up this process for making any decisions as a result of this experience.

It has been a while since this happened, and I have not taken acid since, but I am now feeling like I might do it again. I believe I was hasty to agree with my friend’s advice to stop doing it simply based on suggestibility, because he talked to me only hours after my trip. I had felt a bit psychologically off for a few months after, but now things are starting to clear up and I may do it again, but I will never do it that casually or recklessly.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 32986

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 17, 2007	Views: 5,315

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

Over the last few years I've been increasingly interested in psychoactive drugs and did a fair bit of reading. Like most I imagine, I was quite nervous about the idea of trying mind altering substances, but my curiosity got the best of me I guess. The only other substance I've used before has been marijuana, and by crude comparison, LSD didn't seem to be much worse in terms of bodily physical/mental damage.

A buddy of mine at work seemed to know a good deal on the subject, his own experiences and understandings seemed to match up from what I learned from other sources online. So I gave in and asked him to get me a hit or two. He recommended that a first-timer should really just try one hit, but the ones he had on him at the time were of relatively lower potency, so I was given a hit and a half for roughly the value of one. I knew that LSD was prone to giving you 'hangover like' feelings the next day or so, so I picked a time where I had a few days off to myself.

At home by myself the afternoon came where I was going to try my first trip. Roughly around 6pm I was listening to some music and playing some console video games on the computer for an hour or so. I got up, took the acid out of the freezer and popped it down with a swig of coke. I'll admit I pulled a stupid face for a few seconds, with a classic 'What the hell did I just do to myself' thought drift through my brain. Oh well, I just plunked myself back down in my comfy leatherback chair and resumed listening to Tool and just relaxed. 10 minutes. Nothing happened. 20, 30, 40, 50! I was thinking to myself, 'What the hell, were they duds?' I knew the guy at work for a while now, felt I could trust him no problem and wouldn't give me just little coloured pieces of paper. I mean he gave them to me for pocket change, so I didn't feel ripped off. I shrugged it off and resumed playing some games.

Almost an hour and a half later I kept noticing little blotches of light appear in the corners of my eye. I could swear that something just moved or scurried along the floor like a mouse would. Occasionally I rubbed my eyes while playing that game because either my vision got a bit blurry or the colors were intensifying. I got up quickly and started for the bathroom for some reason (maybe to check my eyes? can't remember) but I felt all woozy and slightly disoriented, like I was drunk, but it wasn't the same, almost like a 'cleaner' drunken sensation. For some reason I kept clenching my teeth together, but it wasn't bothersome. I must've got up, walked around a few paces, sit back down about five or six times. After about an hour of that I trudged into the bathroom and looked at my puples, wide as nickels. Almost immediately I started to giggle and laugh at myself. I don't think a grin left my face the rest of the night.

Now I wanted to experience everything all over again. I remember pouring salt and pepper on the table and closely examining it, moving it around watching the spacing between the granules seem to take shape of drawn fictitious faces almost cartoon like. I would dab up a small amount with my finger and feel its coarseness between my fingers as I rubbed it together, the tips of my fingers would tingle afterwords. I made some freshly ground coffee and carefully boiled the water. The smell of it brewing was nothing short of amazing and was intense, like I was smelling the insides of a factory processing bags of gourmet coffee beans. The taste was too complicated for me to describe, the slightly bitterness on the sides of my tounge with richness in the background and sweet taste of cream. It might sound silly, but it was one damn good cup of coffee.

Then I took a shower, a 25-30 minute shower. The feel of the shampoo in my hair lathering, scrubbing my arms with a wash cloth, pretty simple, common place stuff everyone does in the morning, but for that instant I don't think I felt more alive coming out of the shower than ever before. I dried off and laid on the bed with the fan on just staring at the ceiling. The bedroom ceiling is all white and textured by gooping plaster on it with a sponge giving lots of detail. The single light is centered and is mounted quite closely to the ceiling, casting countless shadows on the little plaster marks giving them relief and depth. In the dim light I watched in amazement as they calmly moved around and seemingly arranging into little faces like with the salt I explained earlier, making single-color mountans, valles and trees.

After a good hour of that I managed to make myself get up and get something to eat out of the 'fridge. I finished off the other half of a sandwich from subway and it really seemed better than the first half I had hours earlier. For the next couple hours I listened to music with winamp visualizations running fullscreen. The colors were captivating and I simply got lost in it. I shut my eyes and just relaxed feeling completely elated. Several hours later I felt the effects wearing off and decided to head to bed.

Without recalling any dreams I woke up feeling quite 'blah' and drained, but not the hangover I was expecting. I had a shower, but it just wasn't the same I like last night. The blah feeling wore off gradually during the day and felt fine afterwords. LSD was an amazing experience that I will defiantly try again sometime. I doubt that I'll increase the amount I took the first time.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 45415

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 18, 2007	Views: 8,147

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Hangover / Days After (46), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

LSD also known as acid is something I’ve been intrigued by for a long time. I’ve done tons of research and was fully prepared for anything the drug could throw at me. Finally, on April 01, 2004 I got to experience it first hand. Around 6:50pm my girlfriend and I took exactly 1 full tab of acid each. We were in the backseat of my cousin’s car going down to Battery Park to see a music festival show or just a small gathering of people to play music, unfortunately by the time we got there they were all gone and the music was all over. At about 7:30 or 40 minutes after taking the drug I felt completely relaxed and calm maybe a little warm but still did not feel the affect of the drug. About 8pm my muscles become like Jell-O. I was fully sunk to the car seat, laughing uncontrollably at a picture my girlfriend drew (Almost marijuana-high like laughter). However, at this point the drug still has not taking control.

At about 8:45-9pm, close to 2 hours after digesting the acid tabs I was still in a very relaxed state listening to some full on trance when my girlfriend told me when she was focusing on the cars turning they were merging into one another and the light poles lights were leaving long streaks as we drove by. Right after she said that, I focused on the taillights of a new 2003 Lincoln Town car that was standing in front of us and to my surprise the black lines started wiggling like worms crawling down the tail lights. Immediately I pulled out my new VM4050 phone and started to look at the psychedelic wallpapers I had put on it the night before and sure enough they were all alive and moving. The pictures were making sense, I felt like this was the way the artists intended it for us. One picture I remember was of a big eye placed in the center surrounded by hundreds of tiny eyes. When I focused this particular picture all the small eyes literally started to rotate around the slightly vibrating center eye and everything came in sync.

At this point we decided to drive to my house and go to my room where I have a fairly good Stereo system, two 48 inch black lights, black light poster of an alien, and the ceiling partially covered with stars forming random clusters. The second we entered the house I felt a hallow emptiness to the quietness of the house. I had a physical need for music, specifically trance. So we all went up to my room, threw on some new Psychedelic trance disc which turned out to be one of the best cds I’ve heard in a long time and lied on my bed. I first stared at my candle which seemed to give off this beautiful light but then I started noticing that as the music become more intense the candle become much brighter. The candle was in tune with the music and its light output was directly connected to the sound flowing from the speakers. After staring at the candle for a few minutes, I blinked and took a general look at my candle trying to encompass the whole background surrounding it and suddenly the door came at me moving with all different colored lines in a vertically surrounding it.

At this time I was just amazed and anything I would look at would slowly morph and change shape just slightly. So, I lied down perfectly on my bed and looked at my ceiling and all the glow in the dark stars and clusters on my ceiling were spinning in all different directions and some stars were getting brighter and others dimmer. Focusing more revealed a sort of depth where the bigger stars were more prominent upfront and the smaller stars seemed to move into the ceiling and the smallest ones behind them giving a strange space like impression. I’m now in this relaxed, euphoric state where all my perceptions and sensations are at full throttle. The longer I looked at the stars the more I noticed specific shapes form, mostly faces or animals. I attributed this entirely to acid because when looking at the stars in the mirror reflection of the ceiling revealed a clear and vivid replica of an alien in motion, however, my cousin could not see it. No matter how hard I tried to explain and even draw the picture on paper he just could not put the stars together in such a pattern that it formed an alien. Yet, my girlfriend who also took a tab with me had no trouble seeing the alien and was freighted of its sight but gradually calmed down. It was weird because when looking at the stars directly I saw space and things moving around in space but in the mirror’s reflection I saw an alien in a running motion.

Now, I decided to just explore and look at different things around the room and let the psy-trance flow through me. Everywhere I looked things moved, patterns formed and mostly faces were appearing where non existed. The music become very intense. It was extremely clear, vivid and alive, it was controlling what I saw and for the first time I actually heard Psychedelic trance the way it was designed to be heard. Every sound was alive and my body was absorbing it like a sponge. Some songs became extremely powerful and deep that I actually found my fist closing and tensing. My cousin later said I was resisting an outward body experience but I can’t really describe it, however, it was not very pleasant and I after a few minutes I gave up resisting and just lied there letting the dissonant, consonant and all types of sound engulf me.

My cousin eventually took some white paper which glowed extremely bright under the two 48 inch black lights and performed a rave which can only be described as beautiful. The hands followed together like a continuous uninterrupted movement creating beautiful shapes that just was a pleasure to see and seemed to just go in harmony with the music. I was now very used to the acid and its affects on me and was enjoying myself listening to the music and looking at reality take on a new metamorphosis. I should add that not only my visual perception of objects changed but when I closed my eyes I was met with bright colors and shapes all moving around in various rhythms and shifting designs. Also, time seemed to slow down a lot. I felt it was morning again and the sun was coming up, yet it was only around 1am.

I could probably write another 2-3 pages on everything I saw and felt but I’m getting tired and want to keep it short. Acid from my experience is the greatest drug available. It has put me in touch with music in a way I never could have imagined or come to without taking it. It opened the door for understanding abstract art and focusing on detail. I can now understand the millions of users who have tried acid, friends, singers, actors, writers etc… I hope this account of my personal experience shed some light on what you can expect from yours. Have a safe and pleasant trip! =)

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 33279

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 18, 2007	Views: 7,412

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)


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

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 4:30
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (extract)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

This story is not meant to be descriptive of my LSD trip, but more of my Salvia/LSD trip.  I have had many great trips on LSD and Salvia, but this Salvia trip was the utterly most horrifying, yet interesting experience of my entire life.

I left school and went down to Charlotte, NC, where I had acquired a sheet of some extremely good blotter from a friend.  I decided to ingest some and tried it out with a friend named Cheese.  I was in the perfect mindset considering that my parents were out of town.  My mind was clear and I had no obligations for the next day.  However, Cheese was hesitant to indulge because he had work in the morning.  I practically bugged him into taking it because I did not want to trip alone.

Time:0:00   We both took a hit knowing that the doses were powerful.  We waited for a while and smoked some pot with my other friend's mother.  We listened to Tom Petty and Bob Dylan for a while, smoking some delicious headies.

Time:0:45   About forty-five minutes in, I started to feel light and giddy.  Chills ascended up my spine and my brain started to tingle.  We waited and waited for the doses to kick and finally they did.  Both Cheese and I experienced interesting visuals over everything we looked at, giggling and screaming with laughter the entire night.  Everything was going great, like every acid trip until...

Time: 4:30  About four and a half hours into the trip, I busted out some Salvia 35X.  I had never mixed the two before, and was extremely hesitant to do so because I knew it would be mindblowing.  I knew it would either make my trip more enjoyable or more frightening.  After debating and getting distracted by the acid for about 30 minutes, I packed up two seperate bowls of Salvia.  Neither Cheese nor I wished to go first so we decided to rip it at the same time.  We both exhaled, then inhaled as we torched the fuck out of the salvia.  I started counting to 30 and placed my cashed bowl on the TV stand.  It seemed like nothing was happening but then BAM!  I started getting sucked off the bed and on to the ground.  I was gripping the blankets and the mattress for dear life when all of the sudden, I fused together with the bed. Then, I became a blanket.  Our observer said we became extremely spaced out and silent, sparsely saying a word.  I physically could not talk.  Our sitters would ask us questions and I could not understand the alien (human) language they were speaking.  The words that rarely escaped our mouths were, 'Oh fuck,' and 'Holy Shit.'

Suddenly, everything was transformed and gravity was pulling my body in a vortex.  I physically felt myself being ripped into a kaleidoscopic funnel and it hurt.  It felt as if my skin was splitting and I only existed as a skinny portion of human chunk.  I would try to move, and it would almost be that I would fall into a predetermined place, only to realize that Salvia is not a drug, but a force of extreme power and push.  Utterly frightened, I forgot that I had hit Salvia.  I thought that I was dead and I saw my entire family saddened by my death.  My soul moved out of the back of my head, through the ceiling, and into another voidful dimension.  I existed as nothing for what felt like eternity.  I was thinking, 'Why am I so stupid to mess with both of these powerful hallucinogens!?'  Before hitting the pipe, I knew that this experience could lead to heaven or hell.  I knew this experience would show me the depths of my brain that have never been observed before.  I can not describe the many parts of this trip because it was too confusing and horrifying.

When I started to sober up, my ego had been shattered.  I felt scared shitless and paranoid and I wanted to smoke a ciggarette.  No previous salvia experience had affected my mind this much and I was shocked by the synergestic effects of both the LSD and the Salvia.  I did not talk for about 10 minutes after I sobered up.  I did not feel like it.  All that I knew was that I had just been ripped apart in a spiralistic motion and that Salvia is the most intense drug I had ever tried.  I started thinking, and analyzing my trip, and slowly I began to laugh about how incredibly ridiculous the experience was.  I began to theorize how my brain can stimulate such incredible feelings, emotions, and thoughts.  Surprisingly, me and Cheese discussed our experiences and they were remarkably similar to each other.  This amazed us, possibly because the acid was still going strong.

The rest of the night was spent in close company of good friends, laughing, joking, and being ridiculously spun.  I began to appreciate the horrifying way of life Salvia had shown me.  Overall, I honestly do not know if I will try this again.  Maybe, because now I know what to prepare for.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66116

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 28, 2007	Views: 8,653

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LSD (2), Salvia divinorum (44) : Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1
		 oral
		 2C-I
		 (powder / crystals)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Part One: LSD

=============

It was 11 AM on a clear summer weekday morning, and I had arrived at my friend's house, J, to experience LSD for the first time. I arrived and awoke him, quickly he got dressed and placed two blotters I provided in his mouth. I placed three in my own. Then we gathered our things, filled a bottle of water, notified J's mom we were going to go trip in his backyard and left his house into the wild unknown.

J's backyard is massive, acres of beautiful meadow and forest. We traveled far back before we reached an area to our liking. It was covered in dirts and looked like it might soon be developed for housing yet it was completely secluded. Already we were feeling a steady happiness growing within us. Everything was perfect and all was good.

We ventured further back and found what seemed to be a demolished house. There was brick and tile and insulation everywhere. It was like heaven, everything in the ruins was fascinating. J kept picking up pieces of debri and shouting 'What IS THIS!' then he would drop it up and pick up something else and repeat the question. A physical high was growing in me. It was like a slight pressure in my stomach and in my head that made me feel like I was floating. It was very pleasant. However it made me feel like sitting when I was up, and stand when I was sitting.

Some hours had passed and I was nervous that I wasn't getting any higher. This wasn't as intense as I had expected, and I hadn't gotten any visuals. Me and J decided to sit in a mound of dirt in what we would later conclude was the start of our peak. I was fascinated by everything. I could stare at a stone and it could tell me a story, I could get lost in anything. I could see much better now, colors and contrast had increased. Jack was flexing his hand, I looked and I saw the veins in his hand move and change color from red to green to blue. I was delighted. I pulled out some portable speakers and played Terrapin Station by Grateful Dead. We sat and listened and observed. Everything was so dreamlike and heavenly. I could now look at the ground and see it sway from side to side, and yet I could think perfectly clearly, and the trip itself didn't seem to intense. I was having trouble communicating, but I could still think completely rationally, Nothing like the mindfuck that usually strikes me with mushrooms.

We decided to head back to Jack's house. Jack was disappointed with the lack of power in our trip. I agreed and we head back. We passed a field of purple flowers in a green meadow. The two plants contrasted incredibly, it was beautiful, we stood and soaked it all in. Back at the house my visuals had grown strong, yet the physical high had seemingly died down, or I grew used to it. I stared at black and white portraits of J's family, the people inside moved and faded and swayed, as if they were alive. It was amazing. A certain portrait of an old woman morphed making her face seem evil and sinister. I was delighted once again.

I lay in J's bed and he played the guitar. I watched the carpet in his room wriggle like worms, struggling to climb the walls. It looked as if thousands of microscopic bugs swam inside the wood grains of his floor. Everything I looked at swayed and ran like water. And yet our trip was coming to an early disappointing end. So we made plans to leave and meet people elsewhere. We organized a ride, and by the time we had left my visuals were almost completely gone, and I was seemingly sober in a small after-acid drugged faze.

Part Two: 2C-I

==============

Me and J met up with our friend D, who drove us down to meet a bunch of other kids I had never met before. These other kids alerted us that they could get us a new drug called 2C-I for 10-15$ a vial, one vial being a 9-11 hour trip. It sounded too good to be true, and before we knew it we were on our way to pick up the wonder-drug. The problem was we were only able to pick up two vials, and there was five of us. Me and D were decided to take the vials because we payed the most money, everyone else picked up some amazing ecstasy beans that the same dealer who sold the 2C-I pressed in his house.  I had a vial, it tasted like very metallic water. D had a vial and a bean and everyone else either had a bean or two.

Then things got interesting. Walking around looking for a place to go we ran into another kid who others knew, we'll call him G. G told us we should all chill and go hang out at some kid, L's, place. We called L, who I also didn't know, I only knew J and D, and soon we were walking to his house. When I met L, I knew we were going to have an interesting time. L was black, and gay, and apparently a wizard. He had a magic stick and was said to cast spells on people. Also, he lived in a haunted house. The atmosphere was incredible, there was something about that house that was powerful. I felt from the start, and maybe it was that sub-conscious thought that would majorly affect my trip later that night.

It had been almost an hour and a half since I drank the 2C-I and I still felt nothing. I was getting worried that the acid might have had a counter-tolerance with the 2C-I. D was starting to trip, but he was also beginning to roll on the e. He told everyone he was starting to see funny lights, and I got even more worried because I had not began to trip. But that would change.

We all went into L's basement to smoke a blunt G would provide. G was a funny guy, but he was also a superb blunt roller. I took about 3 good hits and was sufficiently high. So was everyone else. 'I'm stupid' said L 'Wait... why did I just say that?'. I didn't know L, but he was funny, even though he might have been a wizard, he would crack a joke once and awhile. The blunt was getting around and then that marijuana did something unexpected to those who had taken the 2C-I.

'Wait!' D shouted as I took the blunt for a hit. 'Somethings not right here!' There was a look of sheer terror in his eyes. He grabbed my arm helplessly before yelling 'I've got to get out of here!' and heading for the door. J was after him in a second, I stayed with everyone else. I told them all D has been known to have bad trips like this, which was true, his first acid trip was a terrible trip of screaming and flailing. We finished the blunt and decided to go outside with D to calm down. We all stood outside and smoked some bowls. Thats when it suddenly hit me, my acid visuals were back and strong. The grass wriggled like snakes and cracks in the road swayed and pooled out colored water. I told everyone, and was happy to realize the 2C-I was in fact going to kick in. We all then decided to go walk to see G's pot plants that he was growing in some secluded area behind an apartment complex.

We began our walk and my visuals grew. Hundreds of small animals crawled through the roads. Fish, rats, snakes, worms. Shadowy wriggling shapes of animals slithering in unison between the streets. The cracks in streets would change color and glow. I noticed a definite color combination in my hallucinations: purple, red and some green. These colors would blur together and form everything I saw. D was still having a tough time. We would be walking when suddenly he would stop. 'Is this everlasting?' He said. staring down a street. We would have to keep coaxing him to move when he would panic and stop. I don't know what caused his bad trip, I myself was seeing incredible visuals, but there was no real other aspect of the drug that was there (physical high, confusion) but this may have been because I was already so high.

We got to the apartment complex, and I decided to stay with D and J because D was too upset to journey back into the woods to see the plants. We talked to him to keep him from panicking. I told him 'Just look as everything as Good, because you know nothing bad can possibly happen because your just tripping. Just ride everything out.' This seemed to calm him. I looked at streetlights. The lawn beneath them rolled like waves.

Soon the others came back, and we decided to head back to L's house. This is where my trip began getting crazy. We passed a window, and suddenly everyone stopped and stared in. Somebody gaped 'What the FUCK IS THAT'. I looked inside. There was a light blue light ever so lightly flickering, in front of the window with it's back turned to us was what appeared to be a naked woman. Except she was completely white. She swayed back and forth slightly. 'Is that thing ALIVE?' I was scared shitless, and yet I was calm, the 2C-I made me more happy then it made me panic it seemed. Soon we were all running back to L's house top speed. We were all laughing and scared shitless at the same time. 'It's the fucking house!' somebody shouted 'It's going to haunt us for the night!'

Soon we were back at L's house, and my visuals were strong. I looked at some portraits on the wall, the faces oozed our like they were melting. We were all getting into a deep meaningful discussion on life and existence. It was about the belief in eternal-connectivity, everything and nothing, stuff I love to talk about and am fascinated by, however I was too into my trip to talk. I listened and let what I heard play out in the visuals I was seeing. The carpet was alive and crawling.

Now L was doing this thing over the course of the night where would pretend he was possessed or some shit. His eyes would roll in the back of his head and he'd shake and murmur. It got the reaction he'd want and we'd all be scared until he snapped out of it. Its important to note he was doing this frequently. One of the times he was doing it a sudden screech came from the opposite side of the house, instantly everyone was dead quiet. D was freaking out, so were a couple of the other people. I was not, by now I had come to full understanding this trip experience was good and nothing bad could happen. We all listened, but no other noise happened, just the ceiling fan shaking and squeaking. At this time L went into one of his trance/possesion seizure freakouts and everyone was watching him.

At this time I peaked, and experienced my first vivid hallucination. I was staring at L as he shook, and slowly he began to morph. He was becoming a gigantic purple spirit. He had spikes running down his back, and grew about three times his size. He radiated purple light, and he turned to look at me with massive red eyes. The eyes were beautiful. The spirit was friendly, I was sure of it. The way it looked at me was a gesture of goodness, maybe even protecting me. I was scared, but not worried, I was more delighted because at the same time I knew I must be hallucinating from the drug. When at last I could no longer take it I turned away. And when I looked back L was himself again. Never before had I been more convinced I had actually come in contact with something so powerful.

From that point, my trip ever so slowly declined. My visuals still ran strong, but never again to the point of seeing something so vivid. A few hours after I peaked G pointed at what appeared to be black handprint/scratch marks on the ceiling. 'They're spreading!' he shouted, and ran outside screaming. We were again scared shitless. We already knew the marks were there, as we knew the house was haunted, but never before were we more convinced.

Soon after me J and D decided it was time to head home. They had work in the morning and it was almost 5 am. We started the long walk home and it wasn't until 9 am that we got back to J's. My legs ached and my visuals were almost to a complete minimum. When we got there I touched J's bed and instantly crashed. The day was over.

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I hope to try both psychedelics again as I came out with incredibly positive reactions from both. Next time I'd like to do more/get better acid so I can experience a more intense trip, and I'd absolutely love to do 2C-I again. Both had a wonderful euphoria and spiritual aspect, and provided an incredible experience I'll remember for a lifetime.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 65202

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 1, 2007	Views: 11,927

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LSD (2), 2C-I (172) : First Times (2), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   134.5 lb

I would definitely classify this a Glowing Experience. The best, and most fulfilling trip (or experience thereof) of my life.

I spent the previous day with an old friend of mine whom I'd recently randomly come back into contact with, in a neighboring city to ours, at his friends' house. I went because I wanted Acid, they went because they wanted to visit their friends. They sat and drank and we all talked and smoked, and around 10:30pm we finally left, but we went to the store so they could go shopping for some food for their house. This took, literally, until 1:30am to complete. Me and my friend sat outside while his sister waddled around the store. Eventually we left and I got home at about 2:30, and had to bring my mom to work at 4. I FINALLY got home and took the Acid, 1.5 hits, at 4:51am. As I sat there I smoked a couple joints and didn't expect much at all.

Little did I know it would turn out to be the most confounding time of my entire life. I sat at my computer, in my basement bedroom waiting for it to come on and it started to, and I was freaked out because it was only a hit and a half and I didn't expect anything. As soon it started getting intense and I decided to stop sitting at my computer and do something real, my electricity phased out and off, came back when I said 'THE FUCK!??!' and phased out and off again. This confused the hell out of me and I asked my dad what was going on, he was in the shower and said 'I dunno, but I just about didn't have enough water to get the shit out of my hair!' and I went downstairs and sat in my room in the dark, wigging out at the sound of my dad walking on the wooden floor above me until he finally left for work.

I went outside and stared at the beautiful forest that is my yard. It was fucking perplexingly strange and new. The entire scene would (obviously, on acid) repeatedly meld together in a fractal pattern and begin to melt away in pieces leaving fluorescent purple behind it. I started getting scared and worried that I'd have a 'bad trip' and began calling my friend J, and even his ex-girlfriend, to come pick me up so I could ride this out at his house. He's sort of my trip mentor. We've had innumerable DXM trips together, he's done a thousand times more drugs than me, and my first LSD trip was with him. I soon regretted flipping out and calling for help after I relaxed some, and sent them text messages saying 'ok nm the flipping out thing, I'm fine, sorry..'

My thought processes are indescribable at this point, but as I convinced myself to stop being scared of what was going on, I got really horny for no obvious reason.

I went in my room and took care of myself and had a MIND SHATTERING orgasm and laid in my bed and shuttered for about fifteen minutes. So I did it again. Same results. Won't go into too much detail, other than to say that the post-orgasm shutter was a fantastic world of fluttering electric blues in beautiful open space.

I went to the bathroom and was thinking about how I'm always so concerned with the fact that I'm alone and wish I 'had somebody', and how paradoxically happy I make myself and how no one has ever been as nice and caring to me as I have. I fell in love with myself. Not in an egotistical way, but I did. I got off the pot and the thought I had while rising that I finished saying to myself as soon as I was in front of the mirror was 'Of course it's you, who would it possibly be but you?'

I looked in the mirror and at the exact moment that I thought that and saw myself, the power phased back on. I smiled a huge smile and realized how much I love myself. I saw myself as an adult for the first time (I'm twenty), rather than the childlike unsatisfying face I normally find in the mirror. I talked to myself for a while about the good times I've had, how I know everything I've ever done, embarrassing or otherwise, and didn't hold any of it against me.

I took a shower because I just came on myself twice and it was beginning to become unpleasant and dry. Obviously the most amazing shower of my life, it was unbelievably intense. I spent about half an hour washing myself and wallowing in the absolute phantasm of water cleanliness overwhelming echoing pixelated angelic sound smell site etcetera.

It was now daytime, early pre-noon. The sun was glowing beautifully and each clouds above me looked like the faces of thousands of gods melded together into one enormous Godhead. I brought my computer out with me, plus some speakers. I listened to a little Sonic Youth, then some Mars Volta, and then decided to put on my favorite Trance album, Paul Oakenfold's 'Voyage Into Trance'. Regardless of his mainstream success, some of his albums are absolutely perfectly mixed. I did some Likwid Dancing as the PsyTrance set the mood for it, and was successful for the first time.

I found one of my dog's toys with a ball on one end of a fore-arm length rope, and decided to do some Poi. I watched myself in the window and was amazed at my ability to do this to my impression. I'm never satisfied with my own poi or dancing or anything really because I always feel like I'm pretending and just acting like I know what I'm doing, which I usually am. This was different. I knew what I was doing because I could feel what was right for me. I'm practicing Poi heavily now, and plan on learning to skate board, glow stick, likwid dance, and several other flow-related activities. I noticed how healthily skinny I am now, and grew to love my shape/figure, and want to improve it. Part of my new Poi love is for exercising.

After my parents came home and I hung out and talked with them for a little bit and then went to J's to chill and smoked some weed. I described what'd happened to him, and as he tends to do, he would repeatedly sneak up on me and do Blow-Ups such as blowing Vicks Inhalers in my face, which went all in my eye and mouth, and was surprisingly fascinating on Acid, possibly as great as it is on MDMA. He would randomly hand me things like his old/dead/tied glowsticks to play with, and I did, a lot. I also did a lot more Poi, and we swung a little together, while listening to some stadium techno. I can't remember who, but the song we listened to more than others was 'Raving Shoes'. Normally this type of music (stadium, happy hardcore, candy) doesn't do much for me as hollow as it is, but after having found my Adult Self and finding my own Poi/Dance style, it was extremely liberating and fun. It had been about 11 or 12 hours since I dropped the Acid, but it was certainly still going, as Acid tends to do. As soon as I got stoned again it came on as strong as it had during the beginning of the peak.

I went home at around 5pm, and finally went to sleep at about 7. I had been up since... I would say 9am the previous day.

During this trip I realized that the universe really is nothing but duality, and everything that happens can be written in Binary. Every event in universal history can be broken down into 'If Yes, Then No [but eventually yes].' Everything that's ever happened has been 'Yes?' or '1?' coercing 'No.' or '0' to say 'Yes/1' and vice versa. Sex/procreation is 'yes? no. .....yes? ....nnnno. Yes? .....eeeehhhh.... yes. ....Yes!!!', rebellion/government is 'YES!!! NO!!!!!' Life concerning death is 'Yes yes yes yes yes yes [...] No.' water carving out the grand canyon is 'Yes? ....no. No. No. No. A little. More. More. Yes. Yes. Yes.'

Some other stuff happened but that's about the skinny of it.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 62954

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 1, 2007	Views: 6,678

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LSD (2) : General (1), Music Discussion (22), Sex Discussion (14), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 0.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   50 kg

This is report of an lsd trip I experienced less then two weeks ago, it was something I had looked forward to for years. I have done magic mushrooms thirteen times and smoked weed for two years and I was looking forward to trying something new for quite a while. Unexpected and by impulse, it finally happened.  I am by the way 17 years old, living in the Netherlands.

A few days before the experience I got a text message from a person I met on a goa trance party once if I wanted to go to a party on the beach at night, also goa. It seemed like a nice idea for me and I decided to ask one of my best friends to come along, she agreed and at 9 in the evening we were on the train. I'll name them Klaus and Maria here (which are not their names), Klaus is the guy I met at a party and Maria would be the good friend. We were just expecting to go to a party and dance and look at the decorations a bit, although I knew that Klaus had done lsd quite a lot of times before, and loads of other drugs, and in the back of my mind I was already expecting it, and kind of hoping as well. When we arrived at the train station of the other place we quickly found Klaus, and decided to go look for the bus. This took ages but isn't relevant to the trip, so I'll skip it.

When we were on the bus it didn't took long for the conversation to end up on LSD. Klaus mentioned he had a few LSD blotters with him and offered me and Maria to have some as well. That didn't take much doubt from me and also Maria, even though I never expected her to try it, decided she wanted to try some. When we arrived at the beach the sun had already gone down and we went to the place straight away. When we were in the first thing we did was sit down on a nice place on the sand and light a joint. While we were smoking the joint Klaus got out the LSD and told us it’d be good to start with half a hit, these were supposed to be strong blotters so half a hit should still have a decent effect. I put the tiny piece of paper under my toung and decided to try and suck on it, which was suprisingly hard with it being under my toung. I moved it around in my mouth a bit and then finally rested it under my toung where I let it stay for around 15 minutes, by then it had desolved already so I decided it wouldn’t matter if I swallowed the remains.

Klaus told us it’d take around an hour to come up, and I became extremely impatient. I asked Maria the time every 5 minutes, hoping it’d be midnight, as we took it at eleven. During the wait we decided to get up to buy a drink as we were still sitting at our spot in the sand. Once I got up I noticed a feeling in my brain, like a pressure. It reminded me of the mushroom head feeling although with mushrooms it felt heavier and more annoying, this was kind of a floating feeling as well and I figured it was probably the lsd doing that. I also noticed my speech became a bit confusing, it was slightly harder to say what I want. At this point I looked up at the stars and noticed they started moving around as soon as I focussed on them.

When inside the building we got the drink and I noticed the place looked kind of strange, I also noticed the people made me uncomfortable, there were just too many of them. It wasn’t enough of a feeling to really be annoying but it was slightly on the negative side. As soon as we got outside again that feeling went away again. We got back to what we thought was the place we sat at before, although that was a hard guess as it was all sand anyway. We sat down again, and I attempted to roll another joint, which was harder then the last time. Still I thought there weren’t any noticable effects, and compared to what was still to come I was right.

Maria got out her mobile phone and started showing the pictures, I noticed a behavior change in myself because I normally wouldn’t find her phone interesting, yet now it was the most fascinating thing in the area, she showed some pictures and there was a weird incident with a guy suddenly appearing and telling about his tattoo and disappearing as quick as he came. He did that all so fast that I only afterwards even realised there had been a man. At some point, Maria’s phone lost its appeal and we decided to go check the dancing area. We walked up there as soon as we entered the mass of people we had to find the quickest way out, as there were far too many people and we had not enough grip on reality to deal with so many people.

We ran in and out and went out on the other side of the party. There was a steep stand hill we were stood for a while. The sky had gained a lot of color by this point and it was getting more visually interesting. We sat down there again for a while but we didn’t take the time to actually sit properly as we got up the moment after, I myself felt quite restless at the stage, as if I didn’t have to time to think about the trip in the quite busy surroundings. I asked if Maria and Klaus were up for walking to the sea, as it looked nice from where we were standing. Maria told me it seemed really far which I completely disagreed with at the time. We started walking and even though it wasn’t that far it took us quite long, as we went around the place being fascinated by absolutely anything.

At this point I wasn’t sure what were visuals and what was part of the nicely decorated area. This was however the point the first visual I remember very clearly sat in. The intire sand was made up of faces, the kind of faces you see on ancient greek sculptures. They looked as real as one can imagine and no matter now close I got to them they wouldn’t go away. This amazed me and filled me with job because I was waiting for visual effect. It seemed like hours but I think it was around five minutes later when we got to the sea. I felt quite euphoric, and talked about how I found LSD so much nicer on the mind then magic mushrooms, I also talked about how I enjoyed the fact I had no physical side effects, except for the feeling in my brain which I grew to like more and more.

I was feeling better then ever and we were walking along the side of the beach when we suddenly spot a jellyfish. This creature was suddenly one of the most interesting things ever, and we looked at it for a while. Its colouring was quite interesting, although after a few minutes we decided to go back to the dry sand to be able to sit down and roll another joint. We went back to what we thought to be out place and both me and Maria were rolling a joint, after we smoked them we were thinking of the nice place on the other side of the party where we decided to go soon after. All around me in the sand were the faces still and the faces of people I looked at were morphing slightly, making them appear quite ugly, I mostly just found if funny though.

We got up to the other side again and found a fire hole, although it took us at least 15 minutes to realise it was a fire, Klaus practically climbed inside the fire while Maria and I chose a nice place to sit down. There were lights from the party going across the oposid side of the hole and they became photorealistic faces going over them, but they were faces on faces. When I looked into the fire itself it looked like a strange red wooden industrial building. I wasn’t thinking much but I felt very clear mentally. As I was in a true chain smoking mood I rolled another joint and while smoking that joint the visuals got more intense and even more realistic. Over the sky were now yellow red and green lines, and people had cubes around them in lines of those colours. I was enjoying myself a lot even though I quite ignored the party behind me.

I’m not sure what drove us but we decided to go to the water again, this time the walk took even longer, but not because the water had drawn back, mostly because were hold up by pretty much everything that wasn’t ordinary sand. We were running around the place as if we were children on a vacation in a type of country they had never seen before. Finally we did actually make it to the water, I noticed the whole sand besides looking like faces, also had beautiful patterns all over it, that had patterns in them and that shined brightly in my eyes. That was nothing compared to the sea itself now. In the time between being at the sea the first time and this time the trip had become a lot more visual. On the thinnest waves I saw beautiful repeating symmetrical patterns that moved away in a fractal kind of shape, I looked at it for what I thought to be ten minutes and told Maria about the beautiful patterns.

As soon as I mentioned them to her she started seeing them as well. If I looked up at the sky a bit above the sea it had similair patterns but in brighter colours. This was a great moment of the trip mostly because of the amazingly beautiful visuals. Then Klaus said he had found another jellyfish, at this point I remembered what was what we had actually gone back for, to find out jellyfish. After finding one we found a few more and then Klaus realised he had killed one by standing on it. Pieces of jelly were everywhere which kind of destroyed the atmophsere so I asked if they wanted to back yet. Maria who had to go to the bathroom found it a good idea so we went back.

Once inside again it was weirder then last time, there were so many people, and they all looked so weird. On some mosaice on the wall the patterns were moving in strange ways, which Maria also saw, I later found out everything I focused on would move, but this was the first time I really noticed it. While Maria was at the bathroom me and Klaus noticed it was impossible to tell which colour the floor had, he thought it was orange with green patterns, and I thought red with green patterns, although it was hard to see. We sat down on the floor to take a good look and some stranger asked us if we were looking for something we dropped on the floor. We told him we were tripping, and weren’t looking for anything. He asked us again, with a strangely specific example of what we were supposed to have lost, a lense. We told him again we were on LSD and nót looking for anything, just trying to see what colour the floor had.

Then Maria came back and told us the floor was red, so we could go outside again. Looking back, it probably was red. This time we decided to steal a windshield for our tiny chill out place, with the windshield it was easier to roll and light joints and it seemed like a sort of nice tent to me, I enjoyed the atmophsere of our tent. The print on the windshield was moving and pulsating as if it were images of a brainscan, I later found out it was a badly painted pineapple, but I thought it were multiply brainscans. I told Maria, who said it wasn’t moving, but when she looked for a while, it was in fact moving. We were talking about clean now, what was really clean and what wasn’t, I decided clean was subjective and did not exist, which is a funny thing for me to say as I actually a fear for contageous illnesses and avoided things like doorknobs or touching public things for years. At this point though, I decided dirty was something people make up, and probably didn’t exist.

We had some other strange conversations while we noticed the sun was about to come up, the sky had turned a tint lighter, making it very intense middle blue. We wanted to check on the fire again but right when we planned to do that a huge bullzoder came and took out the fire. The music stopped. The party had ended. It was only 4 AM (Yes I write long stories) and we were annoyed by the fact it did as the trip was on its half and we still were planned to dance when there weren’t so many people. The worst part I found that they took out the fire, as it was getting colder now it was so close to dawn. Assuming we were allowed to sit at the place of the party as usual, we stayed. Yet this time, it wasn’t usual, we were told to sit outside the fences marking their terrain. It was hard to listen to the security guy as his faces was changing shape and looked blurry, the rest was sharp though, only his face was really unclear. We did what we were asked nonetheless and moved outside the fences.

Less then a few minutes later the guy came back telling us we had to walk a hundred meters from there, his face was morphing even more this time, it seemed the more he annoyed me the weirder his face became. We got up and started walking and after around ten twenty meters we figured it was around a hundred and sat down. Within another fifteen minutes all the goa hippies had circled around us in small groups. It was almost daylight now and I noticed if I looked at the sand it started moving. Also there were coloured patterns all over it, again in green yellow and blue. Maria’s face was moving and covered in patterns as well.

We spent most of the time at that point looking at the visuals and looking at the other people. Even though I hated the fact they ended the party I was in such an euphoric and positive trip I figured it’d be fun anyway, I decided I’d enjoy anything that would happen and I was already quite enjoying it. Klaus was also enjoying it, but Maria, who’s trip was already ending wasn’t that amused. Our eye was caught by a colourful sort of .. weird toy a hippie girl was holding. After staring at the weird object for at least half an hour she walked up to us telling us about it. It was an iron bar with a magnet and it was the most amazing thing ever on that moment. We decided to go sit with her and her friends and for some reason other people followed our example making one central sit place for strangers. The conversations were extremely hilarious and people’s faces were still changing shape for me. I was looking at the patterns in the sand, making them look different by moving the sand and whenever it moved in my vision, I tried to push it back for fun.

At some point I looked at the sky and there was a small piece of clouds, I couldn’t actually see them as clouds though, they were all faces, beautiful faces, all from the side, except for a few in the middle. They were a lot like the faces on the sand only these were blue. Then the most amazing visual of the trip occured, a part of the cloud became the face of an elderly man who’s eyes lit up orange and shined at me, the sun wasn’t even near those clouds yet so it couldn’t have been the sun, it was a great hallucination. I’m an atheist and a nihilist I didn’t interpretate it as anything else then just a great hallucination. I did tell Maria and Klaus about the visual, but they weren’t lucky enough to get it too.

More clouds rose to the sky so it became one big faces in the sky party for me, I remember saying ‘everything is faces’ quite a lot. The strangers were drinking wine and talking quite funny, I was on the ground laughing quite a lot. We sat there till 11 PM, and my trip was still subtily going, the sand still had faces, who now all closed their eyes. There was one funny incident when I told Klaus about a funny looking bit of sand. He said it were teeth, and they all became teeth the moment he had said that. I guess that's the way you can kind of control your trip, you can see quite a lot of things on will or based on your personality or people around you.

On the train journey back Maria was asleep, and I saw dancing people and patterns in the greasestains on the windows. When I got home I stayed up and typed my first (shorter and more confusing) trip report in dutch. Looking back on the trip one thing I find a shame is that it was on a goa party and a beach I had never been before, this made it harder to tell the visuals then a room would have been. Looking back it was quite visual, faces and patterns on everything and quite a lot of things moving, but I know it would’ve been more noticable in for example my own room. LSD seems to be a very mind easy drug, it doesn’t confuse me at all, although I got the amount of curiousity and enthausiasm of a small child.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 63682

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 6, 2007	Views: 7,514

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