		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 1B-LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 Repeated hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

		 Repeated hits
		 smoked
		 Tobacco
		 (leaves)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

I had gone to my plug's house about a week prior, buying myself my own single piece of blotter. I had a really good feeling about this because I bought it with money I made, and it had the same blotter art as my first ever piece of LSD. It was a Grateful Dead logo with Bernie glasses and hair. I had been waiting for the perfect time to do it. A day without any responsibilities so I could trip freely without any roadblocks. That day finally came when my cousin and I took my car to drop my mom off at a nursing program she was attending. At approximately 7:00, I dropped the LSD on my tongue and let it swirl around in my mouth. I don't know if there's any science behind just swallowing it or milking the paper, it's just what I do.

Looking back on the experience, I don't know how long my cousin was driving me around for, but it felt like a long time, and the acid still hadn't been kicking in. So I was thinking that my dealer had finally done me dirty. So my cousin suggested that we swing by his plug's house and pick up some weed. I obliged and hoped that maybe it would help jumpstart the Acid.

So we swung around to his guy's house and he goes in and buys 2 grams of some very, very potent marijuana. We drive off into an abandoned mall's parking lot, and he starts gutting some cigars and rolling up blunts. He sparks up the first one and we split it. I remember feeling the potency of the marijuana and some of the Acid rearing its head when I took the second or third toke off of the blunt. Meanwhile, in the distance, walking through the parking lot, was a guy around our age. My cousin, being the good natured but kind of dumb fellow he is, rolled down the passenger window I was seated at and called out to him.

The man cleared the distance from where he was walking to the side of my car in about a minute, pulled a backpack off of his back and unzipped it for us to see. There was a pistol inside. He said "I ain't about that fuck shit, bruh. You feel?" I immediately started tripping hard. My cousin deescalated the situation and explained he only wanted to offer the stranger some of our marijuana. He then offers the stranger a ride to work (where he was walking) and the man with a gun in a backpack is now sitting directly behind me as we drive off into the city.

My heart and mind start to race, thinking that the person behind me was gonna kill us both and take our weed and the car. That this shouldn't be happening. Why wasn't my cousin taking care of me?

My heart and mind start to race, thinking that the person behind me was gonna kill us both and take our weed and the car. That this shouldn't be happening. Why wasn't my cousin taking care of me?

 I'd taken LSD, this is not the kind of mental situation to be in. Thousands of thoughts and predictions and outcomes raced through my head as I started to feel the body high set in. I'm able to calm myself down enough to plug my phone into the FM Transmitter, and turn on Terrapin Station. I love the Grateful Dead, and I'm sure that they can play me into relaxation. But they don't. It only makes it worse. The instruments start to slow down and speed up and the pitch starts to change strangely, only adding fuel to the fire of my mind that thinks "Something is definitely wrong".

We finally drop the fellow off at work and he bids us a goodbye and even says that he hopes I'm okay. As nice as this gesture is, it doesn't calm me down. The LSD is now hitting me in full force, and the majority of my vision is occupied by hallucinations. Everything I'm seeing out of the front window is hyper detailed and spinning around like some kind of infinitely detailed hell-scape. I'm begging my cousin to pull over, but he can't because we're in the middle of a city. Time starts to seem strange to me too, now. Seconds started feeling like hours, I felt like I had gone off the deep end, how was 250 μgs doing this to me?

I keep begging for him to pull over, and finally he does. I just latch onto him and hug him as tight as I can. I love him. He'd been my best friend since I was 11, and he was the only tether to reality that I had. I tried to explain to him what I was feeling and experiencing, but he only took it as something philosophical I was trying to share with him.

Now due to my current state of mental health, I explained to him that I wanted to be taken to my other close friend's house so I can try and calm the fuck down in his shed. This close friend and I had tripped on Acid a handful of times together, so I call him on the phone and tell him I'm having a very bad trip. He says it's okay, and that I can come to the shed and chill out until he gets out of class. So I do. We drive out to his place and my cousin helps me out of the car and into the backyard, into my friend's shed. I've lost a lot of coordination and all I can manage to do is sit on the couch therein and relate to my cousin how to turn on the projector.

Since my cousin doesn't really know or get along well with my group of friends from college, he decides he's gonna leave and come back when I'm done with the trip. By this time, the entire shed itself is swirling with primary colors, it's specifically designed for tripping or getting high in. He leaves, and I lay on the couch, barely navigating to Hulu and turning on Regular Show. I sit there, for what was probably thirty minutes to an hour. Freely focusing my mind on the show at hand. All of my favorite characters look crazy being projected onto a sheet, and their colors are all neon and alien to me now. It was around this point that I reclaimed the trip, feeling much more sane and healthy than I did before.

My friend gets back from class, and another mutual friend of ours joins us only minutes later. I'm venting and relating this entire experience to them and they're both very understanding and comforting. I hug them both, and we all three decide to go hiking for the remaining daylight we have at a park that we frequent quite a lot. We walk around, talk, and just hang out. Nothing of note happens during this time, so I'll skip to when we all got back to his house.

After our trip to the park, my two friends were gonna invite some more of our boys over and get some weed for a smoke session. So we all sit around and have a smoke session. We're shooting the shit and laughing and all having a good time. I think to myself that these are my real friends. The Healthy ones. That maybe I shouldn't hang around my cousin as much anymore. He just then calls me on the phone, and tells me he's here. So I go meet up with him in my car and he just starts driving. I apologize to him for freaking out earlier, and he forgives me. The rest of the ride, however, is in silence.

We reach our destination, which turns out to be his girlfriend's house, and he says he's gonna go get something to eat. I ask him if he's just gonna get a plate and dip or something, and he replies that he's staying here and that I'm going to have to drive myself home. So I sit there in silence, processing everything that is going on. Everything I was thinking to be true moments earlier has now been confirmed. So I text my close friend and tell him what's going on, get in the driver's seat, and take the backroads to my friend's house.

The night then fades into the remainder of the smoke session and my cousin calling me back to pick him up, to which I replied "No".  I spend the night with my friends, and we spend all of the next day together.

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

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 115026

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Jun 12, 2023	Views: 529

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		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   104 lb

Chair and I were at a barter faire in Eastern Washington, and we were enjoying the festive air of the place.  There were many people with booths full of goods to trade or sell set up along many straw-covered pathways.  People came from miles around to attend this fair gathering, and there was a lot to do.  So we set about obtaining some LSD.  It's not always easy to walk through a crowd of people not knowing if they're government agents or not, but we wandered through the late sun and located a man with an interesting shirt who offered liquid doses for $2 apiece.  We agreed, and decided that 5 drops would be a reasonable number for us each.  We knelt before him as though he were Queen Elizabeth and we were being knighted.  The drops that came from the little Sweet Breath bottle had a slight minty taste, but I'm sure our breath was sweeter for it.  We thanked and paid him.

We were walking along with a set of bamboo Unklungs, which is an Indonesian instrument.  It consists of a hanger, with eight separate and removable instruments, each a different note on the scale.  Each of the eight handheld pieces is basically a frame with two bamboo cylinders that vibrate and make a noise when shaken.  There is a Primus song that uses these instruments (I think - it sure as hell sounds like it, but I've never checked the liner notes to know for sure) and it's track 8 on Pork Soda, if you want to know what they sound like, regardless of whether that's what they use or not.  We found a vendor with several glass pieces, and we worked out a trade for a foot-and-a-half bong.  The bong was the nicest piece the vendor had, and it would have sold for more than a hundred dollars at a head shop.  At the barter faire, it would have cost $50 to $70. The bong was predominantly blue, marbled through with green and orange and white.  It's absolutely beautiful, and thicker than any other bong I've seen.  It's still intact after being battered countless times, a year later.

We had also obtained several types of beautiful buds (Mango, Pez, G-13, Smiley, Purple Star, and some White Russian we'd brought along) and we decided to go back to our tent and take some icy bong hits out of our new bong. We had brought a cooler full of ice for just this purpose.  Our tent was set up on top of a hill, overlooking the entire barter faire in all its glory.  The place was full of people - it looked like a temporary city had been erected in the middle of a desert.  There was a constant stream of incoming cars.  There were drums beating in the distance, and the happy cries of the delighted participants of the faire.

We sat at the edge of our tent, taking bong hits and trying to decide which of our six varieties of weed we liked the best.  We watched the people from our hill, and sat and talked until we felt the acid coming on.  The body high was apparent rather soon, and it was very good.  The euphoria intensified gradually but surely, and we decided to descend back into the strange land of the people.

We wandered through the aisles aimlessly, marveling at all the people.  The visuals began to kick in, and we were laughing and holding each other.  Many of the people stared, but they were not worried.  There were shops with huge shelves of multi-colored candles, and obviously those were interesting to look at.  We could smell the world, and all the strange herbs and foods.  As dusk slowly rolled in, we saw many fire circles being formed.  There would be a circle of hay bales and a fire in the middle.  A lot of smoking went on in these circles, as we soon learned.

We sat at one fire circle in front of a booth where energy drinks were sold.  There was a giant tye-dyed mushroom tapestry stretched out above the shop, which is why we chose it out of all the other fire circles.  We sat down, marveling at the complexity of the hay bales, when the people already sitting there asked the circle if anyone had a pipe.  We happily procured a lovely glass piece, and to our amazement it was loaded with an amount of weed that it was never designed to hold.  The pipe was passed around a few times, and then reloaded to the same bountiful level.  The circle had broken up a bit, and after two hits, our happy pipe-loaders decided to go strolling, leaving us with this heaping bowl.  We smoked it, and then new people came to sit.  Seeing us with a smoking pipe, they offered to load some.  The fire was warm, and we were giggly and happy to the point of being stupefied.  There was no way to express the all-encompassing sense of happiness, giddiness, joy of life and sight and sound and creation.  These people with their generous weed-sharing ways were just small examples of the glory and bounty of this barter faire.  We were all one, all happy and all sharing in the beauty and warmth of the communal fire.

Chair and I decided to explore this Nirvana further, and reluctantly left the circle of never-ending smoke.  It was soon forgotten, for the acid was triggering such euphoria and intense happiness that nothing could be regretted.  We gazed in astonishment at the people, each face a shifting psyche wanting to connect to us.  There were women with bells, and I excitedly pointed these out to Chair.  It was nightfall, and we ended up at the central fire, the massive, drum-surrounded heart of the barter faire.  The drums took our breath away - there was a community of drummers harmonizing and any one of the drummers could take the beat to a new level.  There had to be at least thirty drums going at once.  The people were dancing and laughing and blissfully gliding through each other.

On our way back through, we stopped to catch the end of two fire-dancing women, and then the belly dancers came out.  They were beautiful, seductively instructing us in just how a body could flow like water, or take on a serpentine elegance of writhing and weaving and breathing together.  After that ended, we found a giant swing set in a less populated part of the whole affair, and began swinging and kicking our legs.  When we looked up at the stars, it was insane.  The stars - the whole sky - looked as though it were being stirred with an invisible spoon, like cookie dough and the stars were the chocolate chips.  But it was far more spectacular than that - the colors were so vibrant, and the stars seemed to wrap and undulate through each other as they swirled and sashayed through the deep blue night.  It was incredible.  The air even tasted better - we were so alive, all of our senses turned on to 'Divine Reception.'

We made it up to our tent, although unfortunately, I thought the ground below was wriggling with rattle snakes.  Chair fortunately was not deluded by the ground, and we successfully planted ourselves in front of our tent again.  This time the lights were all turned on, as it was dark, and that was a whole new dimension, seeing the lights from above.  The stream of cars was still snaking through the hills, and the tent city of desert dwellers was swelling.  I zeroed in on a particular truck with a little camper, and watched it bumping along.  When the truck hit a particularly large bump, the back end dipped down, and the corner of it spiraled down and swirled to mix with the dirt.  I explained this to Chair, who laughed.

The whole place was vibrating and throbbing, and howls went up from around the camp.  I howled back, eliciting more howls in return.  This went on for a long time, throughout the night.  Chair and I went into the tent and laid together.  When I touched his hair, my fingers came away dripping with the rich darkness.  I could dip my finger into the puddle of his hair and pull it away, stretching long pieces of it out like taffy, even though I wasn't actually holding his hair.  I got an image of hundreds of eyes, and purple shafts of light shot out of the pupils of each in unison, shortly before a charcoal bullet was released from the same place.  Chair was lying right next to me, and one of his eyes kept disappearing.  His face was melting into the pillow, so I tried to keep his head up, but every time he put it back down, it would start melding with the pillow.

Our conversation was about the true freedom we all need, and this, for just this short while, was that freedom.  In our glorious, infatuated, excessive bliss, we began singing 'Get Up, Stand Up' by Bob Marley, emphasizing 'So now you see the light...' for we'd never felt so unrestricted or truly happy.

The next day, someone gave us an eighth of mushrooms.  The man camping next to us came over for a while to talk, and discovering that we'd purchased four hits of blue Felix paper acid, he offered to dose us from his vial.  We told him we were saving it for when we got home, so he put a total of twelve drops on some chips which we sealed up.  Then a man camped on a slope near our hill informed us that he'd been robbed, and since he was so upset, he wanted to smoke.  In return, he gave us a six-foot bong.  There were also some sugar cubes scattered on the ground from the bastard thieves' raid, and he told us that half of the cubes had been dosed and half had not.  He had been picking them up and eating them, and was quite fucked up.  He referred to the bong he gave us as a ten-foot bong, and had gotten scabs all over his face from who knows what.  He was barely coherent, but he enjoyed smoking, and it calmed him down.

Later, before we left, another nearby camper smoked us out heavily and we traded a small bud of White Russian for a luscious, fresh, glittering green bud of Pez (that's where we'd gotten the Pez from earlier, too.)  The bud he gave us was easily four times as big as the one we gave him.  Everyone there was so generous, so wonderful - the experience was the single most happy event of my life (and Chair's) - until we took the chips that had been dosed when we were back at home.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 1389

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 15, 2001	Views: 17,689

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		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

   I'd like to share some of my experiences with you, and hopefully illuminate your own understanding of the psychodelic experience, and perhaps help myself understand where I've been.

   The first time I took LSD was the best. It was a half tab of some home made and I went to a rave and danced all night. I spent the entire trip in a decent atmosphere surrounded by people who were into having a good time. No negative vibes in the air, and I was still young (18) and optimistic. It was the beginning of a long slide into the dark world of drug abuse.

   About three months later a friend and I decided to take the mother of all trips. We started around 11:00 PM on the harbour front in my hometown (a nice Canadian tourist town) and took what probably amounted to a quad of blotter each. We then smoked some massive reefer (a gram joint) right down to the cherry. The pot hit quick and we walked along the harbour wall. The LSD ascent was rapid, and before too long we were giggling and staring at each other in amazement as to how fucked up we were. That afternoon we toured all the local attractions: Undersea World, Wax Museum, History Museum, and the park. The experience was truly amazing, nothing psychological, all of it pure visual/auditory hallucination and body rockin'. The comedown was clean. This was to be the last good trip I had.

   A year later I was far deeper into the drugs, taking more pot than I needed to, and drinking heavily. I had left home and was living amongst the drugged. It was a dark place, and not at all condusive to happy tripping. I was involved in an interesting experiment.

   A friend of mine was thinking of buying some sheets of LSD from a supplier, and he wanted me to test it out for him. In the middle of the night I met the supplier at a local doughnut shop, and he gave me two tabs of what he claimed were double hits. One had purple dinosaurs on it, the other blank. I popped the dino and started walking to meet my friend. The walk was about six kilometers to a house I had only visited in the day, and so sure enough I got lost. I had only been walking for an hour, and not feeling the effects decided to pop the other tab. I wandered around the neighbourhood where I figured my friend was hanging, waiting for me to show. I burned through a pack of Marlborough red in the space of an hour. I stopped to drink from people's garden hoses, I was so parched.

Finally, somewhere in the darkness I heard someone whisper ' 'ere ' and I could see a glowing cherry shining in the shadows. I hobbled over, and there was my man, holding a joint out for me to take. Which I did, and toked heavy before collapsing backward onto the grass. I was in the backyard of the place I was supposed to be at. The grass felt amazingly soft and I could have lay there forever if not for the others around. My friend was asking how it was, and all I could say was 'Fuckin'-A, fuckin'-A'. After two hours of walking, I felt the effects of the high here. I was enraptured by the play of colors across a spiderweb in the window. I was pretty high, and at this point it was all visual hallucination. We went inside, I grabbed some food out of the fridge. This house was not mine, and the food certainly wasn't, but I was in that godhead mode where, if I want it, I can find the shortest path to it, and take it. Megalomanic selfishness!

Anyhow, I grabbed the food without complaint, chomping down an apple and a carrot. We retired to the basement and played some computer games. Or I should say 'tried to play'. I couldn't get past the configuration screen. It was Doom, a game where you run around trying to shoot your buddies. My friend loaded it up for me proper, but I couldn't get into it. I couldn't kill my friends. I just ran around the game board asking 'is this all we do? Kill each other? what's the point?' I retired to a corner of the room and worked out a plan to take over the world. There were three of us in that computer room, two guys on the game and me on the LSD. I stared at them playing the game, thinking 'fuck man, these guys are wasting their time with this shit, let's get global and take things over!' I tried to relate these glorious plans to them, but they kept saying 'oh you're high, talk to us when you come down'.

Sure enough I didn't come down at all and the sun began to rise. Everyone went off to bed, and no one mentioned it to me that it would be okay for me to pass out there, so I felt like a complete stranger in this house. I hurriedly grabbed my coat and hit the door. It was a cold morning, October 23rd, 1993. I was wasted. I tried to leave the neighbourhood but I couldn't! I would run halfway down one street and then realize I had to go back to the house. I would head back to the house and realize I had to go home. It was a weird causality loop that eventually had me wandering the neighbood crossroad in a circle. I felt I couldn't go to any of the houses for assistance, obviously, because I was fucked out of my mind and they would call the cops!

After circling for a while, I felt tired and decided to lay down on the ground, right on the cold concrete on the road, and try to sleep. That's when death came for me. I felt my heart slow, then stop. It seemed like people surrounded me, taking my pulse and asking if I was all right. I couldn't respond. I was lying there, completely paralyzed. Then I heard someone say 'this one's gone, let's get out of here' and terror seized me then. I leapt up and began to run that same loop again, of heading down a street and back to the house. My thoughts went back to the moment I dropped the acid. Time was distorted. One moment I was in the doughnut shop talking to the supplier, then I was back at the house talking to the people there, and then I was in the street. I heard my friend say 'Join the human race, man' and one of the girls that was at that house say 'we are your friends, don't you care about us? what about your family? what will they think about this?'.

Again I was seized with terror as I realized my father would just shit when he found out about this. Up to now my father had a fairly good idea that his son was a worthless drug addict, but he'd never had any concrete evidence. If I got caught in this situation, he would have me over a barrel. I looked up to the sky, and there in the pink morning sky, a white-bearded old face looked down at me and my addled mind told me it was God, and in order to redeem myself, I had to come down, become a priest, and spread the word of God among the masses. I agreed, my mind shouted, anything to end this confusion! Then I went into another loop, this time fully within my mind, where I was searching for a word. If only I could find this one word, I could break these loops and go home, everything would be all right. I paced in a tight circle, wracking my brain for the word, what was it, what could it be? Then it came to me: Life! The word was life! It wasn't just to realize it, I had to shout it out at the top of my lungs for all the world! So there I was, 5 AM in a deserted intersection, this skinny, dirty, drug-crazed kid, screaming Life! Life! Life! at the top of his scratchy lungs. The cops came.

   This is when it started to get really bad. So there I am, screaming, and I hear the noise of an engine behind me. I slowly turn, and a car is bearing down on me! I feel an impact - and then there are two cops standing in front of me. 'What's happening, son? What's going on?' they ask. I mumble something about overdosing on LSD. They decide I need to take a ride with them, which was the absolutely last thing on my mind. I resist, and they cuff me and toss me into the back of the cruiser. It was the puke-mobile, for those of you with experience, the one with the hard plastic rear seat. I didn't know this, and being thrown into a car with a hard plastic seat scared the hell out of me. I started screaming again, Life! Life! but the cops didn't care. We moved.

   I was given a full head job by these cops. One of them kept asking me questions and answering them for me. 'What's your name? Beezlebub? Satan? The devil?' I got scared. I thought I saw my house, and when I said so, they told me I wasn't going there, no one wanted me there. So they took me to the hospital. I was dragged out of the car, and through the back entrance of the hospital. They took me to a small room and restrained me, face down, to a bed. I got shot in the ass with something, probably a dopamine, to this day I have no idea. Then they left me there. The door was a big steel job with a locking bolt ratchet across the middle of it, and I felt like I was in an asylum.

I lay there for a while, then I became convinced that the Cenobites from Clive Barker's Hellraiser were coming for me. They would come right through the wall and flay my worthless ass, then drag me off to hell for some unending torment. Like this present condition wasn't enough. The cuffs were burning my wrists from my struggling. I still have scars on my wrists from this. Well the Cenobites didn't come (maybe my screaming Life! Life! kept them at bay) but something worse did. This haggardly nurse with a face of dripping wax told me she was coming back in a while to do some bloodwork. Now you probably know bloodwork is a common term for taking and analysing blood. I didn't. I was scared shitless. They came and took the blood without flaying me, and I began to feel somewhat sane again. I slowly came down, and they gave me some food, and then my father was there to take me home. This really freaked me out because I don't recall giving the cops any information about myself, and I wasn't carrying my wallet at the time either.

He took me home, absolutely disgusted with me (I don't blame him) and I passed out in my old room. I woke up some ten hours later and still didn't feel normal, but I had to go to work. It felt like my reality had been turned inside out. Yet I knew I was alive, and that relief overcame my feelings of dread. I went to work, related some of the story to my boss, and went back home. It would be three months before my confidence returned.

    With an experience like that, you'd think I would have had the sense to quit all together? No. I carefully looked back at that experience with an objective eye and saw it for what it was. I needed to take the LSD at that time to show myself the depths to which I had sunk. The whole god/Cenobite thing was a pure product of my subconsious, all of the images known to me. I was afraid, deep down, of facing my fears of death, and of facing up to real living, away from drugs. It wasn't until two years later that I would fully be free from drugs, but this was a major step in that direction. It would not be the last trip however.

   It was the night of my twentieth birthday when I tripped on LSD for the last time. I was at a party, and it just happened. An old friend of mine was going to drop, and for some reason, I felt I had to drop with him. So we popped a double tab of blotter each, and went off with a third friend to my apartment. The plan was to chill there and just trip in peace, or maybe take a walkabout. We got to the pad but the other guys wanted weed. So the third friend called his dealer, and we agreed to walk out to meet him. Stepping back outside (I was living downtown at this point, in a seedy shit bachelor apartment in the low-rent drug red-zone) the LSD kicked me like a mule. I was soaring. We headed down the street to the dealer's place, and on the other side of the street I saw a rag-tag aboriginal family trudging in the opposite direction. I swear to god they were calling out my name 'Christopher! Where are you? Christopher!' and it freaked me out, because my mother is aboriginal, and I felt that this was the family I had abandoned.

I dwelled on this for only a bit, because at the next major intersection, the third friend started screaming into traffic 'Whooooo! Whoooo! Isn't this great? Walking around downtown just completely fucked? Whooooo!' He was hanging off a lamp-post into traffic, and at that point, put into that perspective, I couldn't think of anything worse than walking around downtown fucked up. What if the cops stopped us? As the signal changed to let us cross, I waited until the two friends were walking before rapidly retreating back to my apartment. I rushed in, took the elevator up to the third, and locked my door. I ripped off my boots, and cowered in bed, fully clothed.

Sure enough, the guys figured out I was gone and came back. The apartment buzzer blasted through my waking dream and I cowered deeper into the covers. They screamed up from the street 'Chris! Chris!' This freaked me out more. I simply tried to disappear. Eventually they left, and then tried to call from a phone. I tore the phone out of the wall. Finally, I would have peace. It was 2 AM.

   There was a late night pizza place, Romeo's, below the north window of that apartment, and I could hear tons of bass coming from there. I went to the window, and hung out over the street. It seemed like the street was full of taxis, stretching as far as I could see to the west. In the parking lot, all manner of cars were parked, and people were partying. It was too much for me, so I headed back to the bed. I tossed and turned, trying to sleep. I cast furtive glances at my boots, there by the door, thinking 'shouln't I be somewhere? I should be walking somewhere'. A serious hole opened in my fabric of reality - literaly! The black and shimmering hole opened above my bed, and I could put my hand into it! I looked at the clock. It was 1:36 AM! How could this be? I had gone backward in time? I was tripping now for sure.

There was no real apprehension or terror here, not like that trip two years before, just a sense of 'wow, I am so totally fucked up, and it's my birthday' Some time later I was able to think in sequence enough to go into the bathroom and take a shower. It felt like my body was just covered in a grease I couldn't remove. I stared at my nakedness in the mirror and thought 'man, I am so unhealthy and ugly' It was largely true. Four years of drug abuse had not been kind to my frame. My bones were clearly visable below my sallow skin, and my face was covered with pocks and pimples. I cried. What had become of me? Again and again the realization came that I was twenty years old and I hadn't done a damn thing worthwhile.

I flicked on the television, and all the early morning children's shows were on. Yet in each and every one the message was the same: Make friends of your enemies. I thought, it's so true, how many people do I hate that don't even deserve it, and I am the one I hate. It's all in me, I am the only one who affects my reality, and this is what I have done. What a failure. I was coming down, but not fast enough. I had to meet my family in the morning for my 'birthday party'. I was still high when my father came to get me. We drove towards the family house and a kid on a skateboard crossed the road in front of us, tried a trick, and bailed. My father said 'He thinks he's so cool!' and I felt he was talking about me, about my lifestyle. It was terrible. I was so pitiable. We got to the house, and there my three totally clean family members gathered around me and stared at me with open disgust. They knew I was a drugged-out loser who didn't deserve a show of affection, even on his birthday. I took the cards, cried again, and went home.

   Bad trip? Hardly. Perhaps this was the best trip of all. I learned all I needed to learn. From that day on, five years ago, I have devoted all my time to improving myself. I am clean, no drug use, no alcohol use. I eat healthy, and exercise regularly. I am a beautifully solid 180 lbs, with clear skin and a positive glow. I married last year to a beautiful woman who has taught me more about myself than any drug ever could.

   Are drugs good or bad? Drugs are drugs, and they have their uses. It's like medicine. If you're sick, you take it. I think that most of us are in some way psychically sick, and this is the reason so many of us are drugged...

   Thank you for your time, if you took the time to read this, and I hope it has helped you in some way. I know it helped me.

Exp Year: 1993	ExpID: 3486

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 31, 2001	Views: 28,256

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Bad Trips (6), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

  First off before anything else, Thank you Erowid, you have been a great ally to me over the years in helping me identify a few mysterious substances and helping me to see things to which I was once blind.

  My story starts in 1998, it was my first Trip on LSD.  Since then I have become an experienced psychonaut, sampling from almost every corner of the psychedelic kingdom.  The reason I am writing this now is because I recently came across my initial log I had kept during and after the experience and I thought that perhaps it would do someone some good to read here about the single most wonderful and amazing experience of my life.

  It was my freshman year in high school, I had been smoking a lot of pot and was very intrigued as to the nature of other more powerful psychedelics.  I sought and sought for Mushrooms and Acid for almost a year without any luck.  Then one day my good friend and smoking buddy M announced that he knew a guy who could hook us up with some Blotter.  Before he could even ask me if I wanted any I was stuffing a $20 bill into his hand and begging him to pick some up for me.

  The next day, I met M at school, along with my friends T and D, who had also given money to M for some acid.  I had four, T and D both had 2, and M had 1.  I had read that you must prepare thouroughly for a psychedelic adventure before you embark, making sure set and setting were correct.  All that went out the window the second those tabs were in my hands.

  They were wrapped in foil, a tiny square of white paper, split into four smaller squares.  We all went into the bathroom to look more closely at our treasure.  I told them I couldn't wait and was going to eat mine now, they said they felt the same way, so we all dosed, I gave one of mine to M as a thank you for procuring them for us.  We each placed the tabs under our tongues and then split up for our next classes, lunch being in about an hour.

  Thus began the craziest school day in history.  D and I had the same class so we left together. Ah, Algebra 1A.  D and I smiled at each other as we entered our class room, not knowing just what was going to happen.

  15 minutes go by... Nothing

  25 minutes... Nothing

  35 minutes... I think I feel something! Nevermind, nothing.

  The Lunch Bell Rang to let D and I out into the halls.  I felt a bit cheated that nothing was happening, wondering a little how well M knew this guy who he had got this stuff from.  D and I go outside to smoke a cigarette.  By this time it has been about an hour since dosing, and I wasn't sure, but it felt like I was sweating a little.  I finished my cigarette and walked back up to the door to get back inside the school building.  Just as I pulled back the door it hit me like a ton of Bricks.

  It seemed like an extremely long time I was taking to open the door.  I stepped inside as a HUGE grin spread across my face.  I looked back to see D, but he was not there, probably still outside smoking a cigarette.

 I decided that it felt very good walk, something special I was noticing

about the way my feet connected with the floor.  It felt almost as if my feet were made of Jell-O and every time they hit the ground they sort of sunk in a little bit.  I opened the door to a stairwell and started to ascend, for some reason thinking that it was an aweful lot like walking up a dragon's back.

 I reached the top of the stairs and the hallway spread out in front of me like nothing I have ever seen before.  It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, just the way that the fluorescent lights illuminated the hall was wonderful.  It seemed there had been a veil in front of my eyes my entire life, and suddenly it had been lifted so i could see everything for the first time in color.  There seemed to be a million things about that hall that I had never noticed before.  I took it all in at once, absorbing every little crack in the tile all at once.  I noticed that my eyes were not focusing on any one thing, but rather I could focus on a million different things at once.

  Some strange and wonderful smell filled my brain and I decided to wander the halls a bit.  I walked for a bit, absorbing the scenery I had taken for granted for so long, and then the Bell rang.  Lunch was over and I must make that long journey to my class room.  The hall fills with people and suddenly I feel very alone.  A beautiful girl stops and says something to me that I cannot understand.  I know she is speaking, but I cannot filter out the background sound of the hallway.  I know this girl.  I guess she noticed the huge grin on my face, because she gave me a hug then and I felt the most warm and happy feeling of my life, I then join the flow of bodies and continue my journey to the class room.

  I enter the class room to see D seated already, he looked up at me with the same goofy smile that I knew I must be wearing, and the most Dialated pupils I have ever seen.  I took my seat in the back of the room.  A test was passed out and I begin, wondering how I will do in my new conciousness.

 Algebra is a tricky thing in hyperspace.  I try to concentrate on my test, but I keep on noticing things.  First on the wood grain on my desk, are those faces hidden in there?  Then the designs on my hands and pencil grab my eye.  It seemed every cell in my body was visible to me at that moment, where I had once seen only skin, now I saw that in reality I was an entire Universe of living things!  I look up to see how much time has passed, it seems like hours, but no, only a few minutes.

 I notice a fat girl walking towards the front of the room to adress the instructor.  So slow she moves, like a slow motion video.  Then it occurs to me that perhaps it is just that my thoughts are moving at such an accelerated speed that she only seems to be moving slow.  I gaze around the room at the super-imposed embossed designs that were making themselves evident from out of the walls.  I remember thinking about the term 'read the writing on the wall' and I started to laugh.  The rest of that class I spent trying to decipher the alien writing on my test paper.

 As the bell rang, I grabbed D and he mumbled something that I know I should have understood, but didn't.  I tried to tell him what I was feeling, but the words seemed to get tied up in each other and fall to the ground.  I gave up and went to my next class.  ROTC was very interesting that day.  Considering the whole class is simply spent standing at attention and staring straight forward.

 As I stood in formation I watched the back of the girl in front of me as if it were a TV screen.  New images constantly popping up and bubbling to the surface.  Then I look down and notice the curves of her ass.  I think how good it would feel to pull her close to me, I attain a Giant erection as then my mind wanders on to a question.  I ask myself: what do you think?

 It sounds like and absurd question, but it made sense at the time.  The word 'Weird' haunted every though that ran through my head.  The word became a sort of gravel that filled the corners of my mind.  My company commander barked out reprimands for a pis poor performance at some Drill Team competition, but he seemed so far away.  I spent the rest of that class looking at a picture that had been hanging on the wall in that building forever, yet I had never noticed it until that day.  I just couldn't make out what that damn picure was.  A dog?  A man with a gun?  Perhaps a wounded soldier?

 The Bell rang and my troubles were over.  School had ended and I was free to explore the whole wide world.  I felt I had been granted brand new eyes to percieve everything I missed in my daily inspection of things.  I met up with D, T, and M at the Flag Pole and we made our way off school grounds.

 The ground was alive with 3-d peace signs and flowers and a million bizzare fractals that I could never describe in a million years in words.  We spent the rest of the day by a pond in the area.  We smoked some pot, and we watched the water play.  After a few more hours it began to get dark, and we all split up and went home.  I tried to watch TV, but it seemed too strange after the natural splendor of the outdoors.

 I decided to go to my bed and try to digest the experience and record my thoughts.  I eventually fell into a sea-sick sleep and awoke feeling a new man.  The only thing that could ever describe these events would be that it was without a doubt the most wonderful experience of my life.  For about a month after that a feeling of heavy well-being followed me around.  Never have I had an experience to rival it, and believe me I have tried.

 For those of you out there who are thinking about doing this drug, I offer some advice.  Acid is like a swimming pool, it is sometimes safer to wade in and get used to the water bit by bit, however the way to enlightenment lies at the deep end and there is no better way to learn to swim than to jump in over your head!

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 10857

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 27, 2001	Views: 13,333

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Glowing Experiences (4), School (35)


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This experience took place early in the year 2000 in a small town in north central Florida. The night began with my attendance to a keg party consisting of a near-full keg, an apartment that I had never been to, and about 25 college aged people (about one-third of which I knew). I had already consumed about 4 or 5 beers, but I have a high tolerance for alcohol, so the effects were not overpowering.

Not long after I was at the party, I was engaged in a conversation with a friend-of-a-friend that I had heard of, but never actually met. We talked about music and the local drug scene for about 15 minutes or so, when he brought up the subject of acid. Not soon after, he sold me 5 tabs of paper that he said were quite potent for a cheap $10. I was suprised at the low price, but split the tabs with my close friend Eric, each of us eating 2 and a half tabs.

We soon left the party to go to our friend Jennifer's house to listen to some new house music Jennifer had bought and to play her old, original nintendo system with classic games (tetris, etc). I rode with Eric.

We got there and played Legend of Cage and listened to Jennifer spin her house records. I soon started feeling a bit strange, but I had tripped many times before this, and it was not anything new. I smoked a few cigarettes and kept playing nintendo, noticing that no one had said a word for quite a while (at least 10 minutes). Two new people soon came by, bringing with them burgers from Krystal's (a fast food chain). Justin, one of the newcomers, announced directly to me that he was tripping pretty hard (and wasn't particularly happy about his trip), but that he was 'always up for eating krystals.' I was familiar that the chemical composition of LSD was crystalline, and it made me a bit curious of his statement. He then repeated the statement a few more times and laughed a scary, demonic-type laugh. I had seen Justin a few times before this, but I was not his good friend, and had never seen him like this.

Not soon after, I began to trip extremely hard, and I got a strong feeling that the people I were with, even my friends, had an evil nature to them. I concluded this based on the things they said and the looks they gave me. It seemed that whenever I would think this, whoever I was thinking of would look at me and give me an evil, knowing smile.

I became more and more frightened of the people and situation in Jennifer's house, and I had a strong feeling that I needed to leave soon or I would start freaking out. I looked at Eric, and mentioned the idea of leaving soon. Immediately, Justin asked Eric where his keys were. It was then that I realized Eric had lost his keys, and I was stuck in this house with these people. The situation was now elevated, and I was soon so freaked that I fled the house alone without anyone noticing.

I found myself under the street light outside. I looked up into the artificial light, wondering what I had done and what on earth I was going to do with myself. I looked back to the ground, and saw something I will never forget. There were three small black kittens circling me and meowing silently. I bent down to touch them, and they kept circling, not affected whatsoever by my petting. I began to really freak and I started running in the direction of my house, which was about 5 miles away.

I soon found myself in the middle of a mid-high class neighborhood at about 5:30 Saturday morning. The sky was beginning to take on a reddish-pink hue, yet it still retained it's dark-blue night shade. I wondered how I had gotten there; I was supposed to be in my own neighborhood. Yet I felt like I wasn't in a neighborhood at all, but in another dimension or reality. After staring around intently at this interesting new place, I lost all previous fear and anxiety, and things began to take on an unexplainable mathematical clarity. I was not visually hallucinating, however. I was just able to look at the road, the blades of grass, the gentle breeze, and the trees, seeing them all as extremely complex mathematical equations and expressions.

I was overwhelmed by the sensations, and I collapsed into the yard of an unknown resident. As my body hit the grass, I suddenly felt as if I had lost my mortal body and my consciousness had elevated into the afterlife.

And then it happened. The colors and shapes of everything around me turned into giant fractals. MY history and existence was an entire world of chaos math and neverending, intelligent fractals, expanding and developing into infinity. My mind was at a peace I can never describe - to this day, I honestly believe that equations, fractals, and math govern our universe and compose the afterlife. Is it my own personal LSD psychosis, or had I seen the afterlife?

I have not and will never eat LSD again, for fear of my own sanity. I still attend the University of Florida, and I maintain good grades, but I frequently think back to that strange, revolutionary experience, and I always will. I honestly believe it was not just a giant, drug-induced hallucination, but was an actual glimpse into further dimensions and realities.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 2768

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 28, 2001	Views: 15,083

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 6:00
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Vitamins - Niacin
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I was at a club and my good friend gave me a hit of acid, which I hadn't done in over a year. I was apprehensive, but took it knowing I'd have a fun time with him. So we danced and I made out with a cute girl, and we went to get some food on the way home.

I had to be up for work the next morning, so I wanted to come down easy so i could sleep. My friend told me he heard that taking Niacin makes the effects virtually stop. He had the WRONG information!!! I took 200mg of the vitamin, and 10 minutes later, my whole body felt like it was on fire.

A searing pain started in my crotch, then my armpits, my buttocks, my feet... all my hot points--and spread quickly. My friend had gone home, and my roommate was asleep, and I was freaking out. I ran to the bathroom and couldn't recognize myself in the mirror. My face was beet red and swelling up around my eyes--I had to claw out my contacts because my eyeballs felt literally like someone had poured liquid fire into them.

By this point I was screaming, and I jumped into a cold shower to try to cool off. I really thought i might be dying, so I screamed for my roommate to wake up and help me. I was tripping very hard at this point and wanted to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. But when she came running in, she screamed too. My feet and hands were bright purple, with streaks of purple running up my legs and arms. And my eyes were almost swollen shut. All my skin was stretched and cracking. By the way, I was in shock too, so I was convulsing and shivering and chattering my teeth uncontrollably. The shower had made the condition much worse!

I tried to have her call the ER to ask if I should come in. I couldn't imagine the reaction being from the acid, since I had taken it 6 hours before. I knew it had to do with the Niacin. My roommate was so scared she almost called 911, but I had no insurance and didn't want anyone to know I took drugs. So I called myself, while I could barely walk or talk. The man that answered kind of laughed at me and told me to just wait it out. I had to sit for 2 hours convulsing under lots of blankets, drinking water, tripping out.

The doctor said it was just an allergic reaction to Niacin, which is very common. He called my condition 'flushing'--HA! I literally was afraid that I was going to be permanently disfigured. You wouldn't believe what I looked like. So the next morning, I looked at my multivitamin, and saw that 100% daily dose of Niacin is only 20 mg! I took 10 times the normal dose! I have never been so scared in my life.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 11095

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 6, 2001	Views: 38,742

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LSD (2), Vitamins - Niacin (230) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

My second time taking LSD was my most visual experience, but it was also the scariest trip I've ever had.  Me and a couple of friends wanted to get really drunk before we were supposed to be in a play the next day (which I starred in).  We had a hard time finding some alcohol, but we did come across a large amount of LSD in the form of tabs.  It was about 9:00, so I said what the hell.  It would probably wear off by the time I had to be in the play.  That was a very wrong statement.  This trip lasted even through the play.

I took one to start with, and my other friends took more than one each.  An hour passed, and nothing was occuring.  We were outside in front of a bonfire, and it started to get pretty dark out.  I started getting worried, and decided to take 2 more tabs.  In about a half an hour I started to feel the effects coming on.  A tree branch seemed 3D as it stretched toward me.  One friend put in some Marilyn Manson, and it freaked me out. I stood up feeling very dizzy and plopped down on the grass to stare at the stars.  They were spinning around in amazing patterns, and sucking me up into a spiral.  This forced me to go back to the fire.

I started getting very scared; I don't know why, but I was.  I looked over at my friend who was staring at my face awkwardly.  His face started to decay and his skin was falling off.  I turned my head in disgust, and told him what I saw.  I looked back, and his face morphed into a werewolf, then a zombie, and a skeleton.  I told him to stop what he was doing.  He told me to be calm, and think happy thoughts.

The whole world was spinning around me at this point.  A large tree, looming over me, bent down and pointed at me.  I got up, ran into the grove area, next to the bonfire, and saw a sea full of waving skeletons.  I started screaming like a maniac, and the other guys told me to shut up and sit down.  I calmly sat back down, and totally forgot what I just went through.  I stared back at the same friend again, and suddenly his face turned into Herman Munster from the Munsters.  I started giggling, which caused all of the fryers to laugh with me.  I knew I was still frying hard because the fire was melting into my feet, so I stood up and said that I had to try and get some sleep.

I went into the tent, and stared up at the inside of the tent.  I saw amazing swirls of color and different colored naked women dancing all around my eyes.  They kept calling my name, but I couldn't reach them.  I closed my eyes, and saw quilt patterns of women's breasts, followed by a hopping bunny, which zoomed off into a trail of psychedelic colors.

I knew I couldn't sleep, so I got up and sat back with the guys at the fire.  I feel that at this point (about 1:00) my peak had come and gone, but I was still frying hardcore.  From the period of 1:00-4:00, I was in a deep state of confusion, not knowing who people were, who I was, what I was doing there, and why I took the acid.

When the morning started to make its face known, we all got up and took a walk down the street, looking at the beautiful colors coming from the flowers all around us.  I was still feeling the effects of the drug, so I started to get worried again.  When the other guys got back to the house, I ran over to my house, which is down the street, and ran into my shower.  The walls on all sides of me seemed to be melting down to my feet.  I saw faces popping up on the walls and when I waved my hand in front of me, I saw a million hands tracing off of it.  I felt a deep sense of fright while taking this shower, which caused me to cry and punch myself.

When I got out of the shower, I quickly ran back to the house where my friends were, and realized that the shower didn't help, because I forgot where I just came from.  The time was now about 7:00, and I had to be at the play at 8:00.  I felt scared beyond control.  Everyone told me that I would be all right, if I just calm down, and not worry about it.

We all piled into my car, and I drove down to the school.  We got out, and I felt like I had been beat up.  I couldn't look at anyone in the face, and I couldn't do the play because I forgot almost all of my lines.  My friends that were with me the night before helped me out with my lines and, lo and behold, the first showing of the play started.  I did very badly, but luckily, I wasn't the only one.  I rested during the break between shows, and told myself that I would do great on the next show.  I tried to push the bad thoughts out of my head, and the show went on.  It went very good.  After the play, I felt like throwing up, so I went to sleep in my bed, and woke up the next morning, feeling great because nothing bad went on, even though I worried too much.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 3315

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 13, 2001	Views: 15,147

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 1:30

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

It was the night of a promo-party for an upcoming movie based on the rave and dance culture.  My friends and I decided to go and check it out since it was so near by.  Prior to leaving my friend's home and going to the party, two of my friends thought that it would be interesting if we were to take a few drops of acid to make the night a little more interesting.  I have never done acid before and was going through a tough and emotional situation so I decided 'might as well.'

I have never researched on acid before so I trusted in my experienced friends that this will be a gauranteed, enjoyable time.  One of my friends gave me three blots on my fist and not knowing what to really do with it, licked it before it spilled off my hand. *Note that my friend had already sucked a couple of balloons of nitrous that night so the drops that she gave me weren't so precise.  I did get three drops but I can imagine that those were 4 to 6 drops in actuality.

It was between 11 and midnight.  I drove us to the parking area and was not yet feeling a thing. We arrived there to only find that we cannot get in because it has reached its maximum capacity.  I didn't seem to mind because I found myself being content with just standing there outside and hearing the thumps of bass on the wall.  We decided to go back to the car and drive back home.  I was still able to drive because I wasn't feeling it just yet.

We got to the house about an hour to an hour and a half later from the time we first left to go to the party.  At that time I still was not feeling a thing.  My friend suggested taking a toke or two of nitrous.  I was definitely doubtful just because of the things I've heard about it and its effects.  I was still in a droggy mood so once again I thought 'what the heck.'

For the first three times I just did not know how to get that high off nitrous.  Finally, after one big balloon, I got that ringing in my ear, my head began to feel numb, and I saw all lines and shape ripple between each other.  Yet, I didn't seem to be too fond of it. Seeing things become like jello was not enough for me.  Having done ecstasy before, I expected more from it and it just could not compare to e, my drug of choice. I had rather preferred to feel something than to see something.  But it did not make me dislike it and I could not really judge it.  Instead, I just did not take anymore and understood what others saw and respected the reason why they would like it.

So obviously, I was not really into this whole visuals thing.  Boy, did I not expect what I was going to go through!

I decided to just lay on my back and wait for it to come over.  As soon as more visitors came, I sat right up to greet them and an unusual sense of whim draped over my brain. I then decided to just sit back down and lay my back on the wall.  A first timer was with me as well but he seemed to be more active than me.  I did not know the visitors very well and decided to just be to myself and watch.

Everyone just seemed so flamboyant and I could hear and see what each person was involved in: one group was doing this, those two were talking about that, this group is mingling with that group--things were just happening, man.  I felt like I was watching a movie and it was a big ol' drama.  My perception also became slow and it seemed like I was watching takes and film stills.  This was about two hours after I knew that it has taken over me.

Many times I felt the need to go to the bathroom.  The first time I went, I realized that I just got my period and that bothered me a lot.  I couldn't even feel like I was peeing--I could hear it but I couldn't feel it. As I was leaning I felt like I was one story high from my feet.  I thought, 'Weird, interesting.'  *I for one am the type to observe and take note of things when I am under the influence.  So throughout my experience I was observing and analyzing.

I went back to my spot on the sofa bed and continued watching my 'movie.'  Knowing that I was on my period I was also conscious of whether or not I was 'spilling' and I was constantly feeling embarrassed.

For the most time I felt numb.  At times I felt my cramps and then it would go away.  And at times my stomach felt like it was turning or being squeezed.  At those times I knew I did not want to be on this drug.  I thought, 'I like to feel things...good things for that matter.  Not not feel things and be a spectator.'

At times I thought that I had a revelation to some great and oh-so-important question--so did my first-timer friend.  I still don't remember what the question was or what the answer was to it.  But somehow, everyone knew that answer and that question along with us and even teased us about it.  Everything also was just like deja vu.  Example: Didn't he just go through that door already? and Didn't we just answer this question?

One very memorable moment I have was when I guess I blacked out for a bit and then suddenly sat up and thought the girl across my way said that I had a pretty bracelet.  I then kindly said thanks and said that a friend of mine made it.  Right after I said that, what I saw changed.  That film still of what I was just interacting with fell down like a curtain and the real thing was the film still of the girl looking at me with a confused and 'what the hell are you talking about' look.  After that I slid back to my spot by the wall and vowed to never speak or interact again.

About 5:30 in the morning, in the background all I heard was my friend say 'all of a sudden it becomes day.'  Then and there I was staring out of the window and what I saw, the street lamps and dark sky fading out, sunrise fading in and then out, and day light fading in, merged all in one moment.  I thought that my friend was a god or some shaman for that moment.  Right then something clicked in my head and I perked up and thought it's time to go home.

I asked if it was safe to go home and such and my friends just said, 'Drive.  You'll know what to do.  If you feel unsure about it just drive back here.'  They were very experienced with acid so I trusted what they said. And I wanted to go home and that's all I was sure of.

I got up and felt higher (that one-story high feeling) than normal.  I walked out and I could hear every rustle of leaves, dew drop, and wind blow.  As I got to my car I could imagine a theme song to my life in the background, that is, as if it were a TV show.

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

I got into my car and let out a big sigh of relief.  I had a big ol' smile and felt like I was starting anew or like as if I was just starting the day and am off to work. In my car I knew that my perception was distorted.  Three-quarters of what I saw, from the upper left to the upper right and to the lower right of my picture, looked like as if I was in a glass bowl while my lower left sight was normal.  I couldn't feel the gas pedal but I knew where it was.  I turned on the radio and it was 6 o'clock and the local radio station was hosting a show on drugs.  What a conincidence I thought.  As I drove, I sat there nodding and understanding just what they were talking about. I thought, 'Yeah, that guy who just called just does not understand' or 'I so know what you mean!'

I was somewhat afraid of my well-being because I knew that my vision was messed up and I could not really feel a thing.  But with my driving experience, I judged that I would be fine taking myself home that's just 15 minutes away.  I just knew to watch my speedometer and traffic lights.  It was pretty much empty roads all the way and I depended on my sense of sight for the most part.

I got home and felt relaxed. I also felt guilty for what I had just done and was going through.  It was real early in the morning and so my brother was still asleep.  I did the usual as if I had just gone home from a rave--I took a shower.  I knew that I was being cleansed but I didn't feel 'one with' the shower.  I just knew that it soaked me.  I dressed and went to bed to only find that I could not sleep.

Everything was breathing or morphing.  It was only this time, 7 to 8 hours after I took my hits, that I began to really experience and acknowledge my visuals.  But I was just not in the mood for it.  When I looked into the mirror my pores were coming out and I looked old and worn out.  My curtains were swaying and edges were rippling--just like my nitrous experience.  My feet still felt like they were all the way down there, my stomach felt like it was turning and I was cramping.  I decided to watch some television thinking that I would get bored and fall asleep. My stomach began to feel empty so I also decided to eat some cookies.  The cookies were just brittle and too sugary for my taste at the time and decided that food was just not a good option right now.

Things were morphing and I couldn't deal with it.  I went back to my room and decided that I needed to be productive.  All the things that I was worrying about, school, friends, and family, I just wanted to forget about and move on. I began to think that I was wasting my time dwelling on those problems.  So I wanted to do something and I just knew that occupying my time would distract me from my visuals.

I thought that I should leave because I definitely did not want my family to see me in that state.  Whether they could tell that I was on something or not, I felt too guilty to be there.  I also felt like I resolved my problems so I packed up and drove an hour and a half back to my dorm.  Even while I was driving I was still experiencing that fish bowl perception (I always analogize it as if my soul was in a fish bowl).  So I just told myself to concentrate and be aware of everything as I drove.

I made it to my dorm safely around 9 and I found myself to be alone because of the holiday weekend.  I was feeling very lonely and I tried to consume myself with chatting on the internet, calling a friend from the other side of the country, and blasting drum and bass music and moving to it.  When I sat in front of my computer I noticed my visuals would slow down.  Things still morphed but not as much. I decided to put on  a 'pyschedelic' screen saver to entertain me.

It was interesting but I just felt like a log.  I later thought it to be a mind-dumbing thing to do and stopped looking at it. As soon as noon came, I went into my bed and tried my best to fall asleep. I eventually did and had a good 2 hours of sleep.  Around 3 I woke back up and found other things to do: get my prescription filled and buy gifts for my close girlfriends and mother.  I got back around 5 and thought that I should sleep again.  Later that night I bought french fries and a smoothie.  I didn't have an appetite but I just knew that I had to put something in my stomach.  I wandered around the university village just observing, thinking, and wanting to talk to someone but I just ended back to my dorm.

Around midnight I was basically back to normal.  From the last hint of visuals, which I think was around noon, to midnight I felt just being 'high'--like there was a breeze just going through my head.  For twelve hours, I just felt relaxed.

So it was a tiring and overwhelming day.  12 hours of feeling the actual drug and 12 hours of post-feeling the drug.  I was embarrassed of what I did and of some moments that occurred, but that is because of what I base myself according to my morals and beliefs.  I was glad of what I did because I felt my thoughts to be relieved and went through a life-learning experience.  I had that feeling that questions were answered but, unfortunately, I just could not remember the answer or the actual question to those lessons.

Overall, it was a tiring time.  My brain had gone through so much and my body was up for such a long time.  I was simply worn out and like they say, fried.  After that experience I didn't feel the need to take advantage of things.  I thought of how fortunate I was to have what I had and to go through what I have gone through.  I was not as sulky or depressed as I was before.

My experience was traumatizing in that I went through this movie-drama and embarrassments.  Yet it was also a lesson learned, in that I had a lot of things to think about and figure out.  It was like a trip and a vacation from what I was going through and I had a chance to get my mind off of things.

Now, I just question and wonder how much those three drops really were.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 2921

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 16, 2001	Views: 27,901

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I tried LSD for the first time at age 14.  Peer pressure was the reason for doing so.  I was with friends at a party and took the hit.  After about an hour I was feeling a bit anxious and jittery and I noticed my visual perception was heightened as well as my hearing.  It seemed like I could here someone sneeze from a block away.  It was interesting to look at things and laugh at everything.

After about two and a half hours I started feeling really wierd and warm.  I was soaked in sweat and started taking my shirt off and pants off in the middle of winter,(i am in canada so it's cold here), without having any sensation of being cold what so ever.  I thought the sweat was rain and it felt like summertime.

Then I started feeling very intensly paranoid.  Everybody was staring at me and watching what I was doing.  I thought my friends were whispering bad things about me.  I even thought people in cars driving by knew I was on acid.  I was panicking very badly and didn't trust anyone I was with.  I felt hopeless and out of control.

I felt like I was going crazy and the feeling or highness was never going to end.  It seemed like it was going to last forever.  At the time this feeling was the most horrible experience I had ever felt in my life.  Everything that I looked at seemed magnified and distored.  I looked at my face and eyes in a mirror and panicked because  my eyes seemed to be floating in different directions and I could see every impurity and pore so intensly in my skin, and every little sound seemed so intense.(ie, water dripping from a tap).  I was fearful, hopeless, nervously shaking and almost called an ambulance to come and take me to the hospital.

I tried to stay calm but everything I looked at seemed as if it was breathing.  A curtain covering a closed window seemed as if it was blowing in the wind.  Wrinkles on a sheet seemed to swirl around like snakes.  I didn't actually see anything that wasn't there, but thing that were there seemed to be moving around intensely especially from the corner of my eyes.

After the trip was over I seemed to be ok. About a month later I was just in the mall to buy a pair of shoes and all of a sudden out of nowhere I started panicking and feeling as if I was on an acid trip.  My perception was enhanced, sounds became louder, I felt nervous, uncomfortable and very paranoid.  I dropped everything at the shoe store that I was going to buy and rushed out in a panic.  It was as if I was running away from something but I couldn't figure out what.

I was too scared to share my feelings with anyone because I thought they would think I was crazy so I lived like this for about two years that I can remember all on my own.  Now my life and mindset are more at a relaxed state and I look at my traumatic experience as a lesson learned well.  I personally know for a fact that my 'LONG LASTING flashback' was definately due to my previous LSD use.  It was not worth the trouble that it caused me and my family.

I don't remember ever feeling negative about anything before and since my LSD use (1 time) , it has destroyed a part of me that is greatly missed.  I have become negative and depressed and now rely on 100mg of Zoloft per day forever to keep my mind in a controllable and rational state.  If it wasn't for Zoloft I would probalby be dead from suicide.

Exp Year: 1990	ExpID: 3168

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 17, 2001	Views: 11,361

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LSD (2) : Large Group (10+) (19), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Depression (15), Health Problems (27), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Before starting this, I feel I should give the reader a little background information. I had wanted to do LSD since I was 8 and heard about it on an MTV documentary (during which, my parents told me that if anyone gave me a stamp with a cartoon character on it, I shouldn’t lick it). Later, during the summer after my freshman year in high school, I was reading newsgroups on the internet, and found a link to the lycaeum’s LSD archives. I read everything in there, and began my path into drugdom, becoming a veritable encyclopedia on Psychedelic drugs.

During my sophomore year, I began smoking marijuana, and when I felt I was sufficiently familiar with being in an altered state, I began looking for acid, though somewhat passively, and came close a few times, but nothing ever panned out.

Then in my Junior year, I was discussing this subject with one of my friends in my chemistry class, and she told me that a friend of hers had a vial and was selling sugar cubes for $5 a hit. I told her to get me 10 (I wanted it to last me a while), and told her to drop them off to me when I was at work that weekend.

That Saturday, while I was cleaning the deli, she came into the store and told me to come with her to her car. We went out to her car, and she handed me 10 sugar cubes wrapped in aluminum foil, and I gave her $50. She left, and I rushed to the back of the store and put them in my locker in a plastic bag. The next day at school, my friend C told me that his parents were going to be out of town for the weekend, so we made plans for me to spend the night Friday night, having him pick me up after work.

During the week I packed for the trip. I listened only to happy, light, positive music (mostly Aphex twin and other techno), and forced myself into a positive mindset. I smiled and greeted people on the street, I smiled more often, and I read “The Psychedelic Experience” by Timothy Leary. I also learned that someone else in my chemistry class got acid from my friend, and had done 3 hits, and since I was packing and knew just about everything there is to know about acid, I decided I could handle 4 (a dose I later guessed to be about 250-300 micrograms).

Well, eventually, Friday rolled around, and at 10:00 pm I clocked off work and went into the bathroom to change back into my normal clothes. Before beginning this process, however, I put one full sugar cube into my mouth and licked the foil it was wrapped in. Moron (who I thoroughly dislike) came into the bathroom. He was to be one of my companions for the night. We talked a little while I was changing, and I quickly surmised that he had smoked some cannabis earlier that night. We left the bathroom and met C (whom I did like) as we walked toward the exit. I stopped and purchased an orange on the way.

We then proceeded to C’s mom’s car. C and Moron urged me to take another of the sugar cubes I was carrying with me, so I did… and licked the foil once again. We inserted Underworld’s Beaucoup fish into the cd player and drove to C’s house.

When we got in, I popped the third cube into my mouth and licked the foil. At this point I was fully experiencing a coming on speediness, or maybe it was just my excitement. We sat in his room listening to some music while I took the last sugar cube (neither C nor Moron wanted any, they were set with smoking).

(at about t+45 minutes)

Within about 10-15 minutes, I felt a large amount of energy amassed in my left shoulder, and I had to let it out, so I suggested we go for a walk. They agreed. Before setting out, however, we went downstairs to visit C’s older brother, a former acidhead and a big group of his friends. They screwed around with me for a while, while I wore a huge, gelatinous grin on my face.

We went to a playground, and on the way back I began to see patterns in the light being cast on the ground through the trees, and at one point distinctly remember seeing a trail of long, flat, slightly geometric children on the ground stretching away around the corner. I wanted to follow the children to see where they went, but C and Moron wanted to smoke a bowl.

(at about t+1:30)

On arrival at C’s house, C and Moron turned on a clip from 2001: a space odyssey (y’know, the one at the end where the guy’s going through all those colors.) I was completely blown away by this. It was amazing, I had never seen anything like it. I was still smiling. When it got to the part where he sees himself dying, I at first saw a maze in the wrinkles on his face, and then as the effect became more and more prominent, I started to watch in awe as entire sections of the room in which the man was in began to shift and move and bulge.

After this, I was thoroughly enjoying myself, but C and Moron still hadn’t smoked their bowl, and they were starting to argue. I found myself suddenly in the unfortunate position of mediator (which really isn’t the greatest position to be in, in this state), and decided they both needed to calm down. I said something to this effect, so we went outside into the back of C’s carport so the two of them could smoke. We stayed there for what seemed like hours, and I felt slightly disgusted at the way these two potheads quibbled and inhaled a vile, sour smelling smoke from the bong and blew it out into the crisp night air. I thought ‘if this is what smoking weed is like, I don’t want to smoke weed anymore.’ This thought was further reinforced by the ensuing paranoia both C and Moron tend to get after just having smoked (though I probably would have done the same, were I not on acid).

(at about t+2)

By this point I was seeing some amazing visuals, especially in the grain of the curly maple dresser C has in his room, as well as amazing fractally, geometric patterns that were constantly separating and moving outward… I even saw these in the mirror. C, by now was thoroughly stoned off his ass and said that he was higher than he’d ever been before. He laid down on the floor, put the blanket over his head and started giggling in a strange, stoned sort of way, and began describing to me things that he was seeing, most of which I don’t remember now, though he did say he saw a “ghost with a white death around him… now there’s a fox. Oohh he poked him… now he’s running away. He was also talking a lot about things “morphing”. I however was seeing almost tribal line patterns on his face, and on mine when I looked into the mirror. This is when one of the strangest sensations I have ever felt took me. In looking at the ‘tribal’ imagery on our faces, and the colors that surrounded them, I surmised that C was associated in my mind with good and happy and light and airy things (his ‘tribal’ imagery was rounder and softer, and he was surrounded by blues and oranges), and the image of me in the mirror was associated… not with bad things, but more uncertain, strange, unknown things, and I was very surprised at the sensation of being strange to myself (my ‘tribal’ imagery, btw, had a concave round sharp look to it, and I was surrounded by black and blue).

(at about t+3.30)

 At this point, I’m pretty sure I was peaking, in that I was getting some mild ego dissolution, just sitting on C’s bed, existing.  We sat in C’s bedroom just talking about what we were feeling, and thinking that the other was experiencing the same thing. It was around then that C remembered about the orange. He ate most of it, and I had two pieces. The orange segments were the most amazing, paradoxical things I had ever seen. I just sat there, rubbing it, amazed at the texture and nature of this bizarre object in my hand. It was cool and slick like jet (the stone), and it was hard and soft at the same time. I realized that it was composed of hundreds of tiny sacks of water bound in a membrane, and it blew me away. C reminded me that it was food, and I put it in my mouth, where it seemed very meaty and chewy. It tasted wonderful.

(at about t+4)

We sat and talked a little longer, and then decided to go out into the living room where the tv and computer were. I must say that walking was a peculiar sensation. C’s older brother and his friends came up and screwed around with me again, which I enjoyed, and when they were done, C logged on to the internet and posted a message on a newsgroup about how he was on weed that he thought might have been laced because he’d never been this high before, and how his friend (me, surprise, surprise) was on 4 hits of acid, and then babbled for a while, while I laughed. The screen of the computer was an endless myriad of shifting colors, which favored green and red (I had been seeing those colors throughout the night for some reason).

C turned on the tv to the cartoon network while I went to the lycaeum on on the internet to look for trippy things to look at, and was delighted to see that the image at the front of the website was just what I had been looking for. I stared at the mushroom stalks in the upper right hand portion of the image rising into oblivion, only to start again when I moved my eyes. I screwed around on the internet, and then went to the bathroom.

This, I think is the second most interesting part of the come down of my trip. I was staring at the floor and suddenly all the little specs of dirt and pine needles on the floor started moving. “Hehe… bugs” I thought, and they instantly became bugs: thousands of ants crawling all over the floor and up the wall. Then I blinked and they stopped moving. Every little black spot and pine needle then acquired an electrical pink or green aura-esque glow and built in intensity until they exploded into swirls of black, viney, geometric swirls and patterns that integrated themselves with the pattern in the floor. I toyed with the concept that I was “seeing through reality”. It seemed like the floor was infinitely flat, and on the other side was “the infinity of reality” that was kept from us in our normal functioning, but this wonderful chemical had knocked my filters out of alignment, and now I was able to peek behind the curtain and see what reality was. It was then that C knocked on the door to make sure I was alright, since I had been in there for quite a while, and knocked me out of my contemplative state.

After that, as I came down (and wished I could, but knew I wouldn’t be able to, sleep), I screwed around on the computer, watched more tv, and looked at the floor some more… and the ceiling (I forgot to mention that the carpet on the floor was comprised of fractals that looked like dogs and cats, spread-eagled, holding hands, that kept spiraling outward, and the ceiling was covered in escher-esque lizards that also were fractal and spiraling outward.

Not much happened after that. C’s younger brother got up and I had breakfast with him (a bowl of frosted flakes), and then we (C, Moron, and I) went to go drop C’s older brother off at work and then go get breakfast (which Moron and I had already eaten, but I was still hungry, and Moron is black hole of a human being). We went to a mall that was nearby and got breakfast at a breakfast place. We wandered around, joked around a little, dropped Moron off, came back to C’s house, where I finished writing the first draft of this,  watched some tv, then went home and slept for about 22 hours straight. The next day, I felt somewhat depersonalized, and wasn’t sure if I was reacting to some situations correctly. For the next couple weeks, I had incredibly vivid (and in a couple instances, somewhat disturbing) dreams.

As a later note, this report was written in chunks at different times in the day, and that’s why the earlier parts of it are more poetic and playful than the later parts… still, all in all, I think I did a good job. The background info was written about a month and a half afterward. In retrospect, I wish I had been left in the bathroom longer, to allow that train of thought to continue. Even with what little I had, I was able to put together a coherent philosophy based on things I had come up with long before the trip (the filters that we see reality through), and things that occurred during the trip (like the “infinity of reality”), that, although far from finished, is very satisfying and makes a whole hell of a lot more sense to me than the philosophies of other, established religions.

 I also feel that having my mind knocked around like that has put me into a state where I must decide what path I want my life to take (I was torn between many things), and I’ve begun leaning toward organic chemistry and music (to satisfy both my obsessive aspects: analytical and creative), and I feel that when I do it again, I will have to follow the path(s) that I choose now.

Overall, I have the say that this experience, while having some negative aspects involving the individual I have dubbed Moron, which I chose to omit, was overwhelmingly positive, and I look forward to the next time I get a chance to ingest that lovely substance again. I still have 5 hits sitting in my closet (I sold one), which I hope to be able to use on New Years Eve (you know what they say: the way you spend New Years is the way you’ll spend the rest of the year, and I would love to be able to do this on a somewhat regular, but well spaced out, basis).

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 4392

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 24, 2001	Views: 11,886

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I went to visit some friends in college, and had never tripped before. I had rolled on ecstasy, and that was pretty much the only drug I had ever done. Unless you count Yellow Jackets (Ma Huang). Which aren't really a drug, they're just fucking terrible. I don't even smoke weed or do legal drugs (drink). It's a power play in my mind, because those drugs are so much easier to get. But no one ever really understands, so I'll spare you all.

I went to see my friends where they went to college, and a friend and I picked up some acid on the way up there. I'm not really sure of any of the times or anything, but I'll do my best to be relative. Anyway, my friend and I got to the college that night. We took our acid about 30 minutes after we got there. Before and after I took the hit, I was constantly meeting new people, and while I was tripping, I felt like I had the memory of meeting those people before I met them.

At the first part of the trip, I just felt a little off, a little goofy. I was talking to people I knew, and their faces would kind of fluctuate in size. I always remained aware that anything weird was due to the drug though. I walked around with some other friends to different rooms, talking to people, and just watching them. We sat in one of my friend's rooms for a while, I attempted to draw, and I could direcly put what was in my mind on the paper as long as I didn't realize what was happening, once I realized I was drawing, I would fuck it up.

I went to my other friend's room where they were watching the presidential election unfold. I just sat back with some headphones and listened to massive attack for a long while, it was really nice. I was having fairly bad cyclic thoughts... where I would think something, and it would just manifest until I realized it, and forced myself to think of something else. I could easily see how someone would have a bad trip if they got a negative thought. (analyzing that when I was tripping was pretty hard, because I had to think about negative thoughts, which had a tendency to throw me into a negative thought pattern. But I realized that whenever something is bad, it just gets better...)  I was also experiencing massive time distortion, I don't know really how to explain it, but it felt like everything that was going to happen, everything that had just happened, and everything that was happening for about 3 seconds before and 3 seconds after where I was in time, was condensed into one moment.

A little diagram:

normal time

--before----|

            |now

            |---after----

acid time

--before----|

         |now

      |-------after----

Overall description of experience: Time distortion, slight alteration of things that were already there, no real hallucinations. More a psychological drug than a hallucinagen. Altered Where, How, and When I felt things. Things easily manifested in my mind, made it easy to get bad thoughts stuck in my head, but it made it easy to get good thoughts stuck in my head.

After effects: The next day everything seemed a little colder, and more distant. I still felt a slight seperation of my senses. Things still seem a little colder and more distant almost a month later, not near as bad as the first day after though. Also there have been residuals that last longer than normal in my vision from bright lights.  It's similar to when someone takes a picture and I have the spot in my eyes for a while, but it lasts longer. I don't know if this is from the acid, but I don't believe it was there before, at least not to this extent. Plus there's just an overall feeling that *something* has changed, but I don't really know what.

Overall: I don't believe the experience was entirely negative, nor do I believe it was entirely positive. I don't know that I would suggest it to anyone else, but I wouldn't necessarily tell anyone not to do it. I'm entirely sure what I experienced, what I felt, and how it has affected me. But I do believe it changed something. As for if I'll ever do it again, only time can tell.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 4048

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 25, 2001	Views: 13,122

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I am touched by the stories I've read about LSD, a lot of the bad stories too. I have always wanted to express my feelings about this drug, but there was never a chance to do that in the past (thank those LSD-crazy hippies [not Gore :)] for inventing computers and the internet).

The first time I tripped is almost a legendary story for me. It happened in Kansas in a trailerhome. I was there as an exchange student. A friend of mine (he later followed the Dead) gave me some acid to keep while he was going on vacation; he said he didn't mind if I took some.

In Holland (where I come from) it's legal to smoke weed, so my craving for a relaxed drug experience after one year of Kansas skunk (one bud) was getting to me....

After I cut the trip into pieces (I wanted to build up), I took some pieces and some more.

DETAIL: In the trailerhome where I lived, were at the time 5 people who had no idea that I was tripping. They thought I had gone to bed and sleep.

Then the acid kicked in and I passed out. Still after all these years I get flashbacks of what I saw that night.

Old computer graphics, surreal graphics, cartoons, images from books I read when I was young (a lot).

After 5 hours I became aware of myself. Before that I didn't even have an idea of anything anymore, only tripping; I discovered that there was a raging thunderstorm outside and I was thinking I was hallucinating those noises

When I became aware of myself I started to get a little frightened. I couldn't get in touch with reality anymore and when I looked at my hands I could see the bones right through them and broken glass was cutting into my back.

At this time I was becoming aware that my cd-player was on repeat (Sisters of Mercy) and that the vibe in this music was getting me down. I turned on the radio and heard the sound come out backwards, turned on other music but everything sounded like shit. I was thinking 'how can I listen to this shit'; in a couple of hours my complete musical tastes changed. My whole collection sucked.

In a last attempt I put a Jimi Hendrix cd on. The room turned pink and I was home again. I had this same experience with Hendrix a couple years later with 5 tripping friends (always have a Hendrix album in your basement).

But this was not by far the end of the trip. It was almost 6 in the morning and I had to take a piss. The trailerhome looked like a cubist boat from Picasso. When I entered the room there were claws coming through my curtains. I was shocked, it was too real, this was no mere hallucination. I heard something outside and approached my window. It was our cat, she wanted to come in. I was relieved it was for real, I was sane...only the cat was made of nails, but I knew that it was the trip.

Now I was coming down but not really - my mind was tired but the trip was raging on. Here came the bad part, I couldn't sleep and was trippng my eyes out.

I didn't sleep all night and had to act normal all day. How I managed is a riddle; they didn't notice anything but I kept on tripping. In the afternoon I called the dealer in despair. I wanted to know if it would ever stop, and he said that it would (it was the stupidest telephone conversation ever).

Somehow the trip wore off and I called my girlfriend. We went out and drove to the nicest sunset I have ever seen, it was like paradise after hell.

I hope when somebody is real deperate on LSD and reads: YOU ARE NOT ALONE, THIS WORLD IS BERSERK, THE FEELING IS GOING AWAY, MAKE FUN WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, he smiles and thinks it's true.... I have done L after this trip and some of the trips were bad and some good (scene, setting, friends).

Exp Year: 1991	ExpID: 4794

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 4, 2002	Views: 15,469

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