		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 150 mg
		 oral
		 Dimenhydrinate
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 1:30
		 500 mg
		 oral
		 DXM
		 (liquid)

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

		   T+ 10:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 13:00
		 2 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

Shelter, music, water, companionship, oh how much more appreciative a person can be of these things when they become a neccessity, like trying to talk yourself out of a particularly strong trip gone wrong.  I had been planning for this night ever since my friends asked me to housesit for them months ago. They were leaving on a vacation for a week and needed someone to stay there and feed their cats.  I would be able to bring inside anything I wanted and have full access to just about everything.  I had the whole house to myself and as long as I didn't throw a huge party or make a big mess, things would be fine, or so I thought.

Now a little bit about myself.  I didn't start doing drugs until a few years ago.  Before that I was pretty clean, conservative, and somewhat straight-edge, just like the rest of my friends that I hung out with.  It was one night at a rave and my first experience with Ecstacy, that changed all that.  Since then I've been trying just about anything I could get my hands on: stimulants, plants, pharamacueticals, barbituates, OTC's, and psychedelics.  I would read up on whatever I could first.  It proved indispensible when I finally made the decision to try out DXM.  And yes of course, I had done acid several times before.  I would never try out a combination like this unless I have done the drugs seperately.  Therefore, I felt that I was in perfect condition to experience dextromethorphan and lysergic acid diethylamide together.

As always, I tried reading up first on what I could find.  The meager handful of reports wasn't too much of a help this time, but I pretty much got the idea that this was a crazy and potentially dangerous combo, but if you mixed both drugs together too early on, you'd end up vomiting and wasting your trip.  And we couldn't have that, especially when LSD isn't that easy to find in my area.  Luckily for me I had already two tabs saved up from the 3rd annual SF Love Parade a few weeks back.  And DXM would be as easy to obtain as going to my local store and picking up two bottles of robotussin, which I did.  I triple checked both bottles to ensure they contained dextromethorphan hydrobromide only.  I also picked up a packet of Dramamine, or motion-sickness pills, to help combat the nausea I would more than likely feel from either drug.  It's active ingredient, dimenhydrinate, also acts as a psychoactive if taken in higher amounts.  I would know, I've experimented with that drug as well.

Now I had a 3 day weekend from work, and my plan was to do this on a Sunday, but I came home from a party late so I did it early Monday evening instead.  I should have gotten a sitter, but I couldn't find anyone that I trusted qualified enough for the job.  So I made the tough decision to trip solo this time, although I did hope the two cats I was watching over be enough companionship for the night.  I woke up late Monday afternoon and rushed to get what chores I needed to do out of the way.  I stayed in a positive mood, eager to get mindfucked and in high hopes of having a good and perhaps meaningful trip.  That mood was killed briefly, from a phone call by my mother, telling me she had a dream that I had died and wanted to make sure that I was alright.  Talk about bad timing, but in spite of all this, I felt that I stayed positive enough.  I bought the DXM and Dramamine that same night and ate a light meal at 5.  At 6 pm, I consumed 3 dramamine tablets.

7:30 I consumed roughly one and a half bottles of Robo.  Disgusting yes, but I had a pitcher full of Cherry Kool-Aid to help wash it down.  I would have downed both bottles, but still haunted by my mother's words, I decided to lower the dosage.  Besides I could always smoke a bowl. I discovered a while ago that DXM and marijuana synergize wonderfully together, and strengthens the effects of DXM.  So that if I still needed a boost, I could rely on that.  I also reasoned that taking the DXM first, then the acid an hour and a half later, would be perfect.  One, it would reduce the likelihood of vomiting, and two, that would mean both drugs would kick in at roughly the same time.  DXM usually takes about 3 hours for the effects to fully kick in, and LSD about an hour or so.  Yes, I really wanted to make sure this trip would be what I was looking for, although I still didn't have a specific answer in what that was, but we would find out!

8:00 Sleepy, disassociated.  The dramamine was making me feel much more tired than normal, but it appeared to be soothing my stomach.  I was burping quite often, but it wasn't too uncomfortable.  I passed the time away by hooking up my PC that I had brought, to my friend's 32 inch flat screen t.v. in the living room.  I imagined it would be nice to trip out to electronic music and winamp visuals.  I also covered the windows in the front with a couple of beach towels tacked onto the walls.  The t.v. faces out to the window and I didn't want any passersby to see the visuals playing and get suspicious.  The towels oddly enough added another subtle psychedelic touch to the room.  I also plugged in a long, cylindrical lava lamp in a corner of the room next to the t.v. and set up a blacklight on the opposite end of the room.  Now the room looked much more magnificient and inviting.  It will most certainly do for tonight.

9:30 I hang up my cell phone.  My short term memory is getting bad and keeping a conversation is getting difficult.  My friend 'A' wanted to see how I was doing.  At this point, she is the only friend who knows what I am doing tonight.  I had to tell somebody after all in case I went 'Missing.'  I am surprised at how quickly the drugs seem to be working this time around.  I had only eaten the two acid tabs 20 minutes ago and already I am getting some closed eye visuals.  I better hurry up and get a tracklist formed on Winamp before I forget.

10:30 I've been zoning out for the past hour and have forgotten at times that music was even playing.  The winamp visuals look great, the flat screen seems to be doing a fantastic job in displaying the colors.  I had been getting sucked into them from time to time and all sorts of memories flood my mind in correspondence to them.  My short term memory is terrible though, for I forget what I was thinking about when the next visual plays.  One of the visuals in general, looks like strips of paper that are oozing out blood.  A rather gory visual, and unpleasant thoughts start forming.  I try to ignore them though and start paying attention to my heart.  It seems to be beating much faster than normal, and harder.  The beats feel like someone is kicking my chest cavity from the inside.  Before I know it, all sorts of thoughts relating to heart failure come up.  I try to take my thoughts off them and focus more on the music, but the doubts of surviving this night has already become planted in my mind.

11:00 Everything feels wrong.  My heart is beating uncontrollably fast and I'm feeling shortness of breath.  I try to find a song on my computer that will relax me, but all I can find are dark and trippy tracks.  One of them actually starts playing: Infusion-Legacy (Junkie XL Remix).  I couldn't have picked a worser track to play, and somehow, the mouse isn't responding in my attempts to turn off the song.  Such dark breaks, and in my altered state, became one of the most haunting and sinister tracks I've ever heard.  I am hopelessly sucked into the song and someone seems to be telling me a story.  About people being given false promises and delusions of fame, wealth and recognition, and what evil things they had to do and will do in order to receive them.  That once those deeds have been committed, their gifts are short-lived, as the vile thing they did would come back to haunt them, and ultimately destroy their life.

Now as I listen to these stories, I start finding terrible comparisions with them and my own life.  That I had been lured into the strange and mysterious world of psychedelics by being offered promises of spiritual enlightenment.  I had believed it all, and by taking them, have sinned, by poisoning my own body, Life's sacred gift.  From there it was all a downward spiral of remorse and self-pity.  I couldn't stop my own paranoid thoughts.  I looked at my computer, side panel removed, wires and cables jutting out, the very rig I had assembled two years ago, in which I tried to find some comfort in, strangely enough.  But it seemed that everything I gazed on just sucked me in deeper than I ever wanted to go, much like a salvia trip.

And so without warning, the various cards, electrodes and buses turned into a set of walls and ceiling which engulfed me.  My own computer had now become my own personal Hell, imprisoning me inside, surrounding me with blinking lights, sharpened fan blades and the like.  That the very tools I had used to escape reality would become my prison, tormented for all eternity with cold unforgiving machinery and horribly disjointed electronic music, so that I would forever curse the very things I used to enjoy.  I could think of no worser Hell than that.

Upon that ghastly vision, I panicked, and stumbled towards the kitchen.  One side of me felt numb, empty, while the other side felt painfully overstimulated:  sight, sound, etc.  All my nerves seemed to have hardened like wires, and at any moment, could snap in two and I would become paralyzed.  The pain and panic were horrible.  I searched the kitchen like a madman, hardly able to grasp cabinet drawers or remember that I was looking for food, trying not to look at the tiles that were melting into a reddish, muddy sand.  The entire kitchen had a menacing feel to it, and sometimes I would think that the microwave, oven, or some object would try to attack me. Somehow I fill 3 glasses up with water, kool-aid, and milk. It didn't even dawn on me to drink one of the glasses until I had all 3 filled, but once it did, I drank vigorously.  I found a butterfinger on the counter that I must have placed there beforehand, and I take huge bites of it, only to reel back in horror, as the candy feels like sugar-coated glass shards in my mouth.  I find a loaf of bread by the sink and I stuff slices into my mouth, trying to do everything I could to abort the trip.  The bread was comforting for a brief moment, but as it dissolves, I believe that I have spider webs inside me.  Horrified again, I spit the the bread out in the sink, and continue to ingest liquids.

11:10 I have done nothing now but pace back and forth with an empty glass in hand.  I become stuck in a time-loop, and feel like I have been doing this for hours, rather than minutes.  My mother's own voice echoes in my head, 'I had a dream last night you died,' A thousand different thoughts race through my mind a second, yet none of them can offer a solution to my predicament.  I've never felt more helpless and as close to insanity as I felt now.  I could imagine my friends shaking their heads at me as I laid there, dead on the kitchen floor, disgusted by the idiot druggie who did too much.  And yet through this thought, another side of my mind began to awaken.  An inner voice told me not to give up.  Through it, I could feel a power well up inside me I had never felt before.  A strength and determination to battle my fears of death and humiliation.

Where was this coming from?  As depressed and disillusioned I had been with the world before, never did I feel such a strong desire to live, as I did now.  I wasn't going to allow drugs to be my demise, and I wasn't going to let this night be yet another sad example for harsh anti-drug laws.  I knew that eating and drinking would not stop the trip, only lower its intensity, but that's what I needed.  I'd have another 8 hours or so before I started coming down so I better get my thoughts in order.  So that's what I focused on, regaining control, and pushing all the negative thoughts out.  And just when things appeared its bleakest, as quickly as it came, the fear had vanished.

11:45 I sat huddled on the floor, back leaning against the couch.  My face felt wet with tears.  I am left with a soothing calm and tranquil thoughts.  My mind is still racing, but it feels more controlled.  I can feel another presence in this room, one much greater than my own, chuckling in amusement.  I can hear it say to me, 'If you wanted a spiritual experience, the LSD alone would have sufficed.' I agreed.  I could still feel the wretched cough syrup swirling through my bowels, irritating my intestines.  But its effects seem to be fading.  I take a few deep breaths and take a look at my surroundings.

Everything felt normal again, not menacing like before, and the walls and ceiling seemed to have a vibrant and earthly glow to them.  The hardwood floor slowly moved, like one giant conveyor belt, and the chairs in the dining room appeared to have grown eyes and appendages.  They were arranged in a circle around the table not for dining purposes, but because they were congregating and discussing things in a language I could not understand.  I left them be, grabbed another glass of water and headed to the living room.  I could feel the presence follow me, and ask me what I was going to do next.  I told it I was going to listen to music, now that I felt much better than before, and it chuckled again and left me be.  I was able to navigate through my computer again and find an album I knew I wanted to hear:  Shulman-In Search of a Meaningful Moment.  I turn it on, with Winamp switched to the Milkdrop avs.  Maybe now I can finally start enjoying this trip.

1 something am The album is over and I am left speechless.  Never have I listened to music in such clarity, with such emotion!  It was like a storybook had opened in my mind and the music read the story to me.  The sounds were so rich, not just the bass but the mids, highs, everything.  I've listened to that album several times before, but never in this way.  Shulman is a genius.  He must have practiced tweaking his sounds on acid, because all those magnificient synths were played and mastered so perfectly!  Wonderful tripping music, this was.

I gazed back at the ambient walls in the room.  I could swear that the colors and fractals I saw were actually responding and even dancing with the music that had been played.  It was incredible, the entire living room now seemed to be filled with positive energy that I could actually see and appreciate, and I eagerly projected my own into it.  Now this was a trip!  I quickly go back into the kitchen of mud and tile, pour myself more water.  I must stay hydrated.  I go back into the living room, reveling in the sight of all the beautiful fractals, and even the cats lying on the couch eye me with a strange curiousity.

Out of my own curiousity, I decided to gaze at myself in the mirror placed in the living room.  But curiousity killed the cat.  I saw a truly sad and pathetic version of me.  I was thin, malnourished, scarred, deformed, I had only a flew blotches of normal skin placed in random spots, as if I had suffered third degree burns.  Why would I be seeing myself as this, at a time when I was actually enjoying my trip?  Surely I wasn't such a bad or selfish person, I was always nice to others!  I demanded an explanation to this grotesque carcicature of me.  And then I saw the veins coarsing through the deformed skin.  They were black, flowing with poison.  It was like seeing a visual representation of all the drugs that I had taken, including tonight, which had done severe damage to my body, much more than I had expected.  I realized then, that I needed to change my lifestyle.  Either stop the drug usage, or drastically reduce the amount.  This was my wake-up call.

Strangely enough, the hideous me, was then transformed, into a healthy but...Polynesian form of me?  I stared dumbfounded at the image of a stranger who seemed to be smiling back at me roguishly.  And through the mirror, the living room background disappeared, in its place was a darkened cavern, with lighted torches placed amongst the rugged walls.  Deeper into this vision, it felt like this, alternate me belonged in a tribe of some sort, and heeded by the calls of his chief, was now preparing for battle.  A battle that would determine his fate, as well as his honor, in the tribe.

The vision disappeared and I was left dazzled.  What did it mean?  Was it seeing a window into a past Life, a lesson designed to teach me something?  Or just a colorful figment of my own imagination?  I didn't know, I just didn't want to look at mirrors anymore.  I then thought about the friend I was housesitting for.  He then appeared in my mind (Not the mirror) as another warrior of the same tribe.  Wait...what?  'Stay with them,' the voice said.  The same voice that seemed to have talked to me earlier.  'The next step in your life will happen, if you stay with them.'

Everything seemed to go crazy again.  Was this really what I was searching for?  Crazy visions that I could not discern their meanings?  I felt like I had gone in deeper than I ever had before, but it left me with more questions than answers.  The confusion was starting to overwhelm me.  I needed some fresh air.  I went outside onto the sidewalk, and the night air felt good, but the rest of my surroundings did not feel as tranquil or beautiful as the living room did.  It felt desolate, empty.

I looked up at the moon.  It looked just like the moon, except that it had a huge tribal shaped crimson and silver halo around it.  I marveled at its sight, and before long, I could hear voices.  I heard shouts and cries of both men and women, of pain, regret, anguish and despair.  Shouting, chanting, hushed whispers and all the like, I just couldn't make out any words.  It was almost as if I could hear the prayers of those speaking to God or whatever entity that they believed in.  They all had their different reasons for praying, but all had a common purpose:  the search for answers or guidance.  And it seemed to me, that most of them believed that they weren't getting through at all, which caused even more frenzy and anger in their voices.  I shook my head in grief and dismay.  So many people seemed to be in pain in this world.

I could have questioned the point of existence, I could have asked 'it' if we were only meant to suffer in Life, but I was too tired, and this trip had lost its novelty.  Instead I walked back inside to the sanctity of the living room.  There, 6+ hours into the trip.  I was finally able to pack a bowl, and smoke some fresh herb.  I didn't want to go deeper or search for answers in this trip anymore.  I was feeling disillusioned with everything again, and rather than dwell on the things I had seen and felt, I just wanted to relax, and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.  And by doing so, I was left in peace.  But that greater presence that I had previously felt, who may have been my guide during the trip, faded away.

5 am I had played music through most of the early morning, just trance and progressive house, nothing too fast, and had even danced around with some LED glowsticks that I had found for a little bit.  I had remembered seeing a couple at the party two nights ago, who were frying balls on acid.  They seemed to have a wonderful time that night, and spent most of their night together, playing with lights and making shadow puppets on the walls.  I was happy for them, even though I could not be on their level that night.  Now that I finally was I had to see what I could do with the lights, and I actually impressed myself.  I let my body fall in rhythm with the music, and its energy flowed into me, taking control of my body and pulling off moves I had not thought of before.  By the time I had finished and the energy had left me, my body trembled in shock, shaking from the loss of that energy.  It was an incredible experience and I longed to repeat it again someday, but I stopped that night due to exhaustion, plus that shock...I couldn't believe I had felt so drained.  I needed softer music, ambient.

6 am After playing several chill-out tracks/albums, the most notable for me was BT-This Binary Universe.  Talk about great comedown music.  The deep ambient sounds worked wonders in forgetting most of the negative aspects of the trip, and became a trip of its own.  The album had me imagining myself interacting in scenes of the near future.  Of being in a bookstore, smelling coffee and reading magazines.  Being in a crowded intersection, with newer model cars driving through freshly paved streets and watching people walk by in newer styles of dress and fashion.  And lastly being inside a skyscraper which held a mall, amusement park, and restaurants all in one.  Once again, BT is completely ahead of his time with this release.  It is truly music of the future, and will take some time before other producers catch up to his style.  I had my best visuals saved for this one, Tripex 3 by Ben Marsh.  The album and the avs complemented each other very well and helped me in going through my pleasant voyage into the not too distant future.

When the album was over, I imagined a new generation of trippers and thrillseekers, using elaborate setups in the comfort of their own homes, taking psychedelics and enjoying the best devices the 21st Century has to offer.  Crystal clear 6 channel speakers, 50 inch flat screens and plasmas displaying beautifully rendered 3D scenes, hypnotic visuals, or even natural scenes they may have videotaped themselves.  And intelligent lighting which changed its opacity and color depending on the mood of the music.  Things you had to go to a concert or a club to enjoy a truly massive experience, could now be done all at home, in a more controlled environment. If only hippies had PC's back then, the sort of things we would have today.  I marveled at the possibility of owning a home and having my own chillroom setup for relaxation and tripping.  The technology would only get better.

7:00 am and 2 more bowls later.  My eyes are burning from the cannabis, the LSD is almost gone and my throat feels like a desert.  Both the dramamine and the weed had given me the worst drymouth ever.  I am completely exhausted from the whole ordeal and pop 2 Tylenol PM to help me sleep.  Those things work quite well.  I also put on the History Channel documentary about LSD and Ecstacy usage.  I figured it would be most appropriate, after a night like this.

8:00 am, I finish the documentary and give thanks to Timothy Leary and the Counterculture.  Who'd a thought their legacy would still live on, and at a time where once again the nation was torn by a war.  The living room is a total mess, much appearing like a wild party had just happened.  I'd clean it up later.  For now, I head off to bed and let the Tylenol PM work its magic.

So there you have it.  My 13 hour speel with cough syrup and high powered acid blotters.  This trip had it all:  voyages to Hell, Heaven and back, experiencing the full spectrum of human emotions, visions of the past, glimpses of the future, and an introspective analysis of my present.  And I got to listen to some damn fine music.  I would never do LSD and DXM together again, but I do not regret doing it.  I suppose it was everything that I was looking for in a trip, but I still never seemed to discover specifically why I wanted to do it.  It only spawned more questions than answers, but perhaps it is better to keep some things unanswered.  I don't want to learn too much about existence, the universe, or even my own future.  It would steal away from the fun in living, and the fun in just wondering.  I suppose I'm just a dreamer, and that I love dreaming because even if things don't make sense, there's still some fun in wondering about it all.  And there's still fun in living, as sad and hopeless as things sometimes may seem.

If there's anything I'll remember most, it's how much I wanted to live when things got at its worst.  Maybe I got a second chance that night.  Either way, I won't be taking things for granted this time around.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 57246

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 17, 2008	Views: 31,850

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DXM (22), LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

June 3, 2007

As I write this I feel somewhat disillusioned as to what the core nature of reality and existence really is. Will it ever truly be explained? Should it be explained? Life, god, purpose, all these things come to mind when thinking of my experience this drug, and my condition forever afterward. I first took this drug at a party at my house at the beginning of 2007. I was bored and there was nothing to do, so when somebody asked “hey you wanna try some LSD?” naturally I said “yes, yes of course I do.” I had never tried acid before in my life and didn’t know what was in store for me on this night of all nights. The night the universe tore itself apart, and reality ceased to be.

All I had to go on was what I had heard from friends and what I had seen in movies. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, is a good example. I bought four hits for seven bucks each and took them all at once. The first few minutes I remember looking up at my digital clock display and wondering how long until it would kick in. Every minute brought along a fierce and sudden increase in the intensity of the drug. There were a lot of people around and things were happening that I wasn’t sure of. At first it seemed the world had turned into a scene from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Then someone came to the party with a bottle of vodka, I wasn’t in the state of mind to refuse alcohol so I ended up drinking half the bottle without hesitation.

As the booze went into effect I lost coherency and a grip on reality. I think I blacked out the whole night. I was told the next day that I was running around the house without my shirt on, yelling colors and names at people and babbling incoherently and occasionally falling asleep. At one point I remember being given a cooked chicken strip and throwing it on the ground because I thought it was turning into part of my hand. I also remember sitting on my couch and looking off into the distance and hearing helicopters and police sirens and seeing evening horizon colors: it was much like a glitch that happens in the Grand Theft Auto videogame series in which the player falls through part of the ground and is floating in an alternate world made of only sky and horizon, yet you can still hear the cops and helicopters chasing you around. The last thing I remember was tearing my shirt off and being scared because my body shape had changed and the hair on my chest was gone.

Early the next morning I remember not waking, but coming down enough to realize what was happening. I was screaming for my brother to save me. Then I was thrashing around in my bed trying to puke and basically going out of my mind. I saw an alternate reality in which I was an old sick pervert who preyed on young girls; everything was dark except for blue flashes of lightning, much like a scene from a David Lynch movie. Then I remembered something my friend told me: just breathe, relax, breathe deep and slowly. So that’s what I did and it worked. Then the trip was more easy to handle. I saw palm trees all around me and could hear the beating of drums I could hear the sounds of a beach shore line. I then saw a blue glowing apparition of the god Shiva smiling down on me. Then I felt like I was climbing out of a cave made of pillows and blankets. I opened my eyes and saw my glowing alarm clock and it turned into many clocks, melting like a Salvador Dhali painting.

I slowly came down little by little. By the time the sun started to rise I thought I was dead or in a coma, I thought the ambulance noises I heard were real and that maybe I was at the hospital in a bed with my family waiting for me to wake up. I walked around the house wondering if what I was seeing was a construct of my imagination. I sat down on a couch next to a sleeping friend and watched his body morph into a skeleton. I looked up at the time to see if it was constant. It was, except it seemed to be running faster than usual. It felt as if I was god and [not that I wanted to be] the universe was repairing itself for me. I felt like if I was in an elaborate program designed to simulate life, and I had broken or caused a glitch in the program by taking the acid. The next day everything was near normalcy again except that the colors seemed more vibrant and television programs had little differences caused by hallucinations.

Ok now fast forward about three months. After a long time of being restless and generally bored again I felt like a little medicine was in store for me. It was in the cards, so to speak. I started on a Friday by going to a friend’s house and drinking a bunch of tequila and smoking a bunch of pot, nothing special. The next day I received a good amount of marijuana and smoked it all day and most of the night. I had some spliffs, some kief, and a buttload of doobies. A lot of smoke, but still nothing wrong until… the next day, Sunday now.

The night before I started feeling funny and had to go to sleep. I woke up feeling really out of it, almost like I had been doing acid. I didn’t think much of it and decided to smoke some more weed. I actually thought the weed would help, maybe to numb out the fear and paranoia of a bad episode. After the first few hits a felt worse than ever, I tried to sleep it off. Things became progressively more and more intense.

Whenever I would close my eyes I could see millions of little lights floating around at high speed. They were Red, Yellow, and Blue in color. I guess since those are the very basic colors, they seemed very important at the time. I saw the face of God represented by the millions of colorful lights. Next things got freaky, I started seeing dead relatives and historical figures back from the afterlife coming in through my walls trying to communicate with me. Every few minutes I would endure some new type of horrific torture. I have been shot, stabbed, electrocuted, suffocated, crushed, frozen, burned, hung by a noose, stoned by rocks, and drowned. I have spoken to Shiva, Rasputin, Jesus Christ, Adolf Hitler, Bob Marley, Che Guevara, Ghandi, Hunter S. Thompson and Leonardo DaVinci among others.

At one point I thought I was Benjamin Franklin and that the electrical socket was the source of lightning and that I would be struck by lightning. I saw myself on my death bed, I saw myself being born, I saw all of my past lives and my future lives. I felt as though I had died, or as if in some past life I had let a son or daughter of mine die. I cried so hard and screamed in agony for the loss of life. Then I would scream in anger at myself. Sometimes I would laugh maniacally for the righteous truths which I had been revealed. Toward the end I was gripping on to songs and television programs and movies which agreed with what I was going through to help understand what was happening. I saw the resurrection of the Messiah, I saw the end of time itself.

My younger brother had to look after me to make sure I didn’t hurt myself or anyone else. Several times I would see cuts forming on my fingers and blood spilling out and I could feel the pain so clearly that I thought it was real, I felt like it wouldn’t make a difference if I actually did slit my wrists or electrocuted myself just to end the pain and the insanity. Eventually my parents returned home from their trip, they had gone on another weekend trip, and when they arrived and saw me in this state they were shocked and alarmed. The ambulance was called and I ended up in the emergency room at the hospital.

After talking to some doctors and my own personal assessment I am pretty confident that the marijuana triggered the psychosis, or “flashback.” I am a psychiatric patient, and had been told many times before to beware of marijuana. Never in my life had I experienced a bad trip from marijuana, but with the added bonus of LSD everything changed. I can no longer use any drug whatsoever, I can’t use money, and I am constantly being watched to make sure it doesn’t happen again. My life may never be the same. What was once an exquisite escape by means of marijuana has turned into a dangerous maneuver thanks to LSD. I don’t recommend it to anyone especially those with psychological problems. I wish I could take it back and not be fucked up, but I can’t.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 63456

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 7, 2008	Views: 45,136

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		 DOSE:

		 8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   45 lb

When this experience took place, I worked in a club as a barkeeper. The shifts were usually quite straining because it was one of those clubs were they play stupid pop songs and sell very cheap alcohol (one beverage - one Euro), thus the customers were all very loaded and quite annoying. Also the club was usually very crowded so as a barkeeper you would run under adrenalin for about six or seven hours without any break. Just as that night. I drank a few beers and Jägermeisters during the shift so I was a little light headed when I got home around 6 am.

I shared an apartment with a girl that was on a long trip to India at the time so I allowed a friend, let's call him B, that didn't have a flat and obviously no intentions to get one, to live with me for a month. It really eased the life of my other friend, let's call him M, because B has accomodated himself at his place for a long while now. So when I came home, tired and looking forward to my bed, these two guys were sitting on the couch watching TV with a bottle of Jägermeister and a few beers - obviously in a good mood. It was the winter of the glorious Hoffmann 2000 acid papers (if you remember those :-)) and these two guys where having a nice evening with each a half of one. M had bought himself a few sheets so he was always very well equipped and taking acid was at that time for M (my closest friend back then) &amp; me a very common thing while B was more a Cocain-guy and experienced but not used to acid.

As I sat down, opening a bottle of beer and taking a sip of the Jägermeister, they exposed me the plan for this morning: Taking a cab to M's place and split up a whole sheet of Hoffmann papers. First I was very doubtful but they were so enthusiastic and infected me with it, so I agreed and we went to M's house. We took one sheet (25 Hoffmann hits) and placed it in a cup of water. We then counted together up to 25 (so the trips were nearly half a minute in that water) and shared it. We immediately called a taxi back to my place and started to get dressed. It was very could outside – middle of January. Just when I put on my jacket, just a few minutes after taking the acid, I felt the first acid rushs in my body. Then it hit me: Jesus, I just took up to 8 hits of Hoffmann acid. That was the biggest dose of acid I ever took and I thought this could be the night I end up in a mental institution. I saw in the faces of my friends that they were feeling and thinking similar. We were all nervous and a bit scared but I also knew it was to late now so I tried to just let go. During the ride the acid kicked in fully and when we deboarded the taxi we couldn’t really talk anymore and just giggled and snorted with laughter. The taxi driver, an elder man, must have thought we’re some kind of idiots.

The first hours were really hard. We lied down on some matresses. I lied on my front and lost the feeling for my body. I became two wide opened eyeballs lying on the bed and watching the television, all the impressions just battered in my mind remorselessly. None of us was able to talk so we communicated with strange noises, gasps and desparate laughter. It was more like an impulse-reaction thing, not a controlled perception. The trip ascended and ascended, the intensity grew stronger for about two or three hours (I completely lost my sense of time). Sometimes I thought “When will this end?” or “Will it ever?” But I tried not to concentrate on that, I tried to stay in the flow. My hold was the television which gave a little bit continuity in that exploding chaos in my mind. There were the Teletubbies which I saw the first time. Very funny and yet intense, the sun with that stupid baby face even gave me some freaking kind of awe. Then there was this ridiculous guy from the education’s shows that are on at forenoon in German TV, who wore an awfully ugly wool sweater with corny patterns and colors. The imagination of him unwrapping his Christmas presents and getting that sweater made us laugh for at least 30 minutes.

All three of us had the urge for free air and kind of an electrifying summer feeling inside. We opened all windows in the apartment to let the sunny weather and blue sky in. It was about minus seven degrees (Celsius) outside but we were sitting there in T-Shirts feeling like on an open air festival in summer. The coldness was just one more energy shower in my body. We stood at the window laughing at the people walking by because they were all walking like robots. All the city life appeared to be very mechanical, cars holding at the traffic lights, then one direction flows, holding, then the other etc., in-between that robots walking with a straight direction, energetic but cold, like it all was a computer program or something like this. We laughed our asses off at some people which they must have realized as the apartment was only in the first floor directly to the street, but either they ignored us or somehow didn’t recognize us. As if we were in a different world or at least a different energy level.

After some hours I felt that the peak was over and that the trip reached that steady level that I like so much where I have control over it and not the trip over me. I was relieved because I knew by then I wouldn’t land in the nut house today. M and I wanted to listen to some music. The problem was the hifi was plugged in the other room, not where our camp was. So I tried to manage it and put the music to our camp. That was a real intellectual challenge. All the materials were very abstract and meant absolutely nothing to me. All my intuition was gone far away and busy with the looks and feels of the cables and speakers so the only mental source I could use for that matter was my intellect, which I found out wasn’t very helpful. After decomposing my room for about 20 minutes I managed to have the speakers in the other room, the cables laid and a CD running - but still no music. I was very confused and strained the laughable rest of my mind to find the source of that problem, but I just couldn’t find it. M helped me without success. After a long while I saw that I laid the cable correctly but forgot to plug it in the speakers. *D’oh* - so much for assembling technical things on LSD.

It’s always fascinating how the sense of hearing mutates on acid. We had a nice and floating psychedelic trance CD running and I couldn’t tell how loud it was or if the music was fast or slow. The velocity kept changing all the time. But simultaneously I was able to hear the slightest little sounds in the background, some of which I have never realized before on that track. Also I was able to split up sounds, so that I could concentrate on one and observe its behavior like an investigator would observe some exotic animal. Furthermore my rhythmic sense was highly increased. It was as if I could predict the percussions coming up. It was great. M and I started to dance and it shifted me into another dimension. I could physically FEEL the sounds floating through my body.

At that point our threesome trip unity broke up. While M and I, acid-heads that we were, floated into the music and tried to explore the trip now that we had control over it, B, coke-head that he was, started to act very “sober”. He stood at the window and continued to laugh at people but not in that frisky childish manner from before but in an arrogant Cocain manner. For instance he laughed a people who would drive BMWs because this would be a shitty car and so forth. It was very destructive and had nothing to do with that trippy world I was in. Unfortunately M tried to join him – I guess he stood between me and B. I then felt a bit left alone as if they tried to limit my trip. Fortunately I was a quite experienced user so it didn’t bother me too much, it just was annoying. Beginners can get real confused from such situation, I know that very well.

Later, when the trip started to descend, I got flatulence which is a normal reaction on acid. But I farted once and that was truly the mother of all farts. Although all windows were open, the ugly smell just wouldn’t go away. We fled into the kitchen but it came after us. We laughed a lot and my friends were a bit angry at me for that. I couldn’t help myself to be a bit proud for that achievement. In the kitchen there was a newspaper with a picture of that mouse they genetically modified with a human ear on its back and that really gave me the creeps. I was very empathic for that mouse and its fellow mice on which the experience was tried and failed before.

The trip lasted much longer as usual I still felt on at 11pm in the evening. In retrospect it was a good experience but despite the high dose it was nothing spiritual like I had before nor was it too scary. It was just a confusing and funny trip without any real deep thoughts. When I think it over we were all very lucky because with that high dose, it could have gone completely wrong. But I think as it was such a spontaneous action I just didn’t have anything special in my mind, so it didn’t get difficult at all. I’m glad that I experienced it because it was one of the most intense trips I ever had but I would never take such high dose ever again without preparation. I usually take LSD in small amounts and dose it higher later if I like to go higher. But this was a decent and good experience.

And if you’re asking yourself now why I called this article “Going on a bicycle ride” than think of the Hoffmann sheets that have a happy man riding his bicycle through the Swiss mountains. In my peer group then, going on trip, would be called “riding a bicycle”.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 48302

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 15, 2008	Views: 34,220

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LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

It was 10:30, a friend and I had just made it to our friends house and we decided to start early. They ate 1 tab each and I ate one with a microdot. The three of us then attempted to prepare everything for the trip. This was the first time they would be tripping and they had no idea what to expect, so I was partly their guide. Over the next hour or so I felt my trip slowly come on as I watched the curtains begin to ‘breathe’ slightly. I pointed out that my friends may feel a little nauseous as well or some other weird feelings. One of my friends explained that he was feeling cold and sort of numb but hadn't noticed any other alerts yet.

At about 12am we decided to walk the neighborhood and perhaps head to the shops. Everyone got supplies and we headed off, down through a few streets. I began to feel the trip taking a hold as I started to see different sides to my friends personalities and began to think about my prospects of life and how beautiful the surrounding world is. My friends kept complaining about not seeing anything, and I had to explain that the patterns they were seeing and the ‘structural’ type of visuals were that related to LSD and it's something one has to get used to. In retrospect it could have been their lower dose. We then smoked some weed and this is where the trip changed rather dramatically.

We walked back up the hill towards the house and sat down somewhere in between our journey. As we sat around staring at the visuals, my friends seemed to be pulling me down from the depth of my trip talking about T.V. shows and video games, the type of things that become so insignificant under the influence of psychedelics in my opinion. LSD to me offers an experience to accept and allows me to 'just be', Just a window to spontaneity.  We got back to the house, collected some warm clothes, and got ready to go for another walk up a steep hill and this is where they began falling into the mental loops that LSD inspires, which had also been amplified by the weed.

To fast forward, a lot of running backwards and forwards through ideas for them went on as they started to cycle through the loops of thought in their brain. One of them was paranoid about someone being caught with a $50 of weed on them, he didn’t want to hide it because he was afraid he’d forget where he left it once he'd come down and he didn’t want to give it away because he was afraid one of us would steal it. Basically he was getting paranoid over a simple idea. The other kept saying we had to make it to this place (another house), and I kept reminding everyone to just forget about the situation and stop placing emphasis on getting anywhere, but enjoy the current moment.

In my mind state I was prepared to go wherever, I was happy just being who I was. So whatever would make both of them happy made me happy. They argued and got more paranoid. I tried to rescue them but they opted for the easy option… Valium, they both had 5mg each, not too much but enough to take the edge off. When it took effect they started to feel sedated, so we decided to head back home as it was about 4am by this time.

We smoked some more weed and now that I was finally able to disconnect as my friends had stopped talking as much I was able to really trip. I ran down the hill back to the house and it felt as if my body was alive as if it was some primitive instinct to run down steep hills through bushes, as we hunt our prey or whatever. I was pouncing and leaping from here to there. It was one truly amazing exhilarating feelings. Like all my senses were so accurately divided to achieve peak efficiency during this moment.

Now that I was alone again I was able to trip without any constant distractions of my friends. My mind constantly wonders off when I'm tripping, often losing hold of the idea I was previously thinking. But this time I was able to dwell on a theory about loops and fractals and how they occurred throughout all of existence, every single idea, thought, habit, lifestyle, animal, religion, pattern, followed these spirals or fractal patterns, and in retrospect upon research, it was like the golden ratio. I imagined the whole universe as a fractal that repeats itself. I imagined the universe as just one cell of an animal… or human body.

Earth is part of what makes up one individual being. But the thing is that person could be us… or the person next to us, it doesn’t matter because it is all part of the fractal pattern, and we as humans are able to transcend it and be anywhere we want if we stop focusing on the single solitary reflection of just one individual being. We are a part of everything and everything is a part of us, if you enable perception to perceive it that way. Everyone’s constantly seeking pleasure, what else do the majority of people live for in this world apart from a rather limited seeking of happiness? I saw my life going through my future as it hit the loops and I would be reborn only to experience the same thing again, or infinitely different each time which could eventually cycle through to the same thing without me realizing. I was everywhere at once, and no where at the same time. Meanwhile there were strong sensations of my body evolving into loads of different creatures or dimensions.

Its all quite hard to relay and I don’t think I can ever do a good job, but it was almost as if I finally understood the way the universe works in terms of its infiniteness and parallel dimensions. Life and death being so irrelevant while the essence of time and the idea of 'backwards' and 'forwards' as being a false measurement developed by man. There is only experience, and through experience we create reflection and after that we create a backwards and forwards in order of post and prior experience dimensions, but without these confines it is impossible to determine which way is forwards and which way is backwards and if we are even moving at all. Who’s to say we are actually moving forward in time right now, for all we know we could be the very things that are going backwards. We had fixed ourselves into transcendence, and now we are all just going backwards screwing it all up again like cancer, killing a human being back into transcendence.

I went through all the theories of religion in my head, all the subcultures the evolution of the world and the trickery of plastic surgery and medicine to trick our natural selection senses, how screwed up evolution has become, keeping alive those who really shouldn't have survived and perfecting a race that is now flawed by the decisions humans make. We are tricked into what would make the best child or the best adult by the media, by pop culture, by everything, by the essence of socialisation.

I wonder if it's just a hallucination that acid gives me, an all powerful feeling like I’ve worked it all out. As I start to come down, I try to seek solutions to the questions that were just proposed to me, but I don't find answers exactly, just questions that lead to more questions. When I felt as if I’d worked the entire universe out into the way in which we are here, I was overcome with a feeling of sadness as I got a strong sense that I was now so insignificant, and that my life lacked any real meaning. Going beyond why humans are here… why is the earth here… why is the universe and why is the looping fractals that are our alternate realities/dimensions here for. What is existence here for, I found nothing; as I saw everything will start over anew ready to loop following the ways of the fractals. Ideas follow the loop but occasionally branch off to form a new spiral that will get smaller and smaller too, and all anyone could ever hope for was a death that free'd them from it all.

I’d hit the peak of my trip and was coming down here and it felt as if I had hit the peak of my life and now I am coming down. I have appeased my mind and now I must appease my body. It felt as though the rest of my life could never quite humble me the way this trip did and it would be a downward spiral into the contemplation of death as it approached and I would no longer ever be as blissfully naive as I was prior to this trip. I watched some trippy videos on the computer that only reimbursed my theories in a weird yet acid like way, I listened to some psy/goa trance and watched the visuals. Throughout the whole trip most of my visuals had been fractal/spiral based, seeing little fractals make up every individual colour I saw and then seeing everything I saw make up an even bigger fractal which was then tied to my thought patterns and that of evolution and history making up fractals, then humans, habits, lifestyles etc. but one interesting thing was that I actually started hearing in fractals at this point, little fractals of sound or the sine waves being digested in my ears as little spirals that got digested through their sine waves into the language of perception.

Like with all acid trips, after the ego loss it all comes flooding back and I felt a part of the future, the past and the present, I looked into the past and made insights into the future. Just started enjoying being again, enjoying the taste of food and having a lust to learn again. The day continued and lots more happened that day, but they more revolved around life choices and making my friends, family and loved ones feel loved. I took a Valium for sleep just when I realized it was the last day to enroll for Uni. So I enrolled for Uni to start studying Neuroscience and then found out that it was my cousin's birthday. So it was a rather dramatic day following the trip, but that's another story of intense life integration.

Sorry if the story jumps around a bit, I was writing it as the memories came back, explaining that theory is definitely hard, it’s still something I can’t even believe I thought up the complexities of, but I can’t explain it very well. It also makes me think we could be the cancer of this earth, the one with the wrong genetic mutation that started rapidly multiplying that will expand until it kills off the whole universe, but it doesn’t matter it’ll all start again right??? It felt like god was saying “YOU HAVE WORKED IT ALL OUT GO BACK TO JAIL, DO NOT COLLECT $200”, like I'd learnt something I wasn't meant to learn before death and I could never go back to naievity, but in saying that, I must now teach everyone peace of mind, I am someone with knowledge who must bring knowledge to those less enlightened then myself, and not by telling them what I experienced but by challenging their consciousness too, to achieve a transcendental consciousness of civilization.

Now I’ve got to work out who are the teachers and who’s being taught in this world. Who I am to learn from and who is to learn from me, the cycle of evolution, and the black holes of knowledge that are a vacuum for depth and knowledge. Science Vs Acid is a beautiful thing. If there is no start or beginning… where is the meaning of making measurements?

How deep can these theories go into medical theories, perhaps humans are just a form of cancer rapidly multiplying and some greater being has attempted to cure us such as the cell/earth we live in by providing us with healthy air and drugs such as psychedelics, homosexuality, art, chaos and order and whatever other antibodies it wishes to throw at us. Its all up to what you want this world to be, because for all we know it we could just be a dream teaching the waking life of another organism, just like our dreams teach ourselves about our life. We are the keepers of a transcendental organisms universe.

I guess there are many things I may be satisfied not knowing without conviction, As avoiding conviction is the best path to open mindedness. Knowing all the answers would make one very boring life, but if one assumed these answers were just questions then the potential for learning new questions is limitless.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 70035

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 21, 2008	Views: 33,335

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LSD (2) : General (1), Guides / Sitters (39), Mystical Experiences (9), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 Amphetamines
		 (daily)

		 Cannabis
		 (daily)

		   repeated

		 LSD

		 Pharms - Aripiprazole
		 (daily)

		 Pharms - Quetiapine
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

As my final spring break has just ended and I am back at school, I am compelled to share the experiences of a good friend whom I saw for a few hours over the break.

Tom is, and always has been, extremely brilliant. Since the first day I truly got to know him my freshman year of high school, he always had profound insights into the workings of existence. However, as indicated by many of my other friends, he was extremely socially awkward, and did not make many friends. If he did make friends, he often chose friends that did not care for him or would look after him if things got out of hand.

Regardless, we both got along well and ended up going to the same college. Many good times were had drinking, smoking up, and exploring consciousness using various psychedelics. I would not be wrong in saying at that time, I held a god-like reverence for the power of psychedelics. Who can say what was going on in Tom's head? However, as my drug use gradually decreased due to various healthy influences, Tom chose to cross the fine line between use and abuse.

Around late sophomore year of college, Tom was diagnosed with ADHD and prescribed 60mg of adderall a day. Although many thought (myself included) that this was a whopping daily dose, he assured me that his psychiatrist thought it necessary, and so with my trust in both Tom and the medical profession, I let the issue alone.

A year later, Tom had self-prescribed himself 120mg of Adderall a day. He would start with 60mg quick release and 20mg time release, and every six hours would take another 20mg time-release. Due to his admitted inability to sleep, he would smoke copious amounts of cannabis. Again, I did not say much, because he would often smoke me up. It was also at this time that he was involved in some crackpot LSD scheme and he would regularly take up to 600mcg of LSD a day. This is not an exaggeration, for one, I watched him dose on many occasions, and two, I dosed with him once, and indeed, it was an extremely intense trip (uncomfortably so).  [Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]

It was early fall of 2004 (our senior year), when Tom told me that he had gained psychic abilities and was able to project his emotional field onto others as well as read people's thoughts and feelings, regardless if they were in the room or not. He described his experiments with others in his new circle with great enthusiasm and reverence. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, but basically chalked the psychic tendencies to one of Tom's harebrained schemes, which he was fond of cooking up.

The fall of 2004 was also the time I saw Tom's 'fall of 2004.' He was standing in a room of my house, looking out the window and describing something green and shimmery. I wasn't paying to much attention, for my roommate and I were sipping on an excellent bottle of Rose I brought back from California. I heard a loud crash, and upon inspection, I saw Tom lying in my crushed indoor plant garden, seizing. My roommate and I quickly ran to him and sat him upright on the couch, asking if he was okay. He regained composure quickly, and seemingly embarrassed, left my house with assurances that he was fine and just needed some rest. I suppose I should have realize that something more was going on than simply Tom's flights of fancy and general weirdness and BS. But again, I trusted my friend and gave him the benefit of the doubt that he would be alright.

I saw him once of twice over the next eight months and he seemed very out of it, but generally pleasant. We shared some beers on these occasions and simply talked of good times.

I finished my senior year of college (I am ultimately on the 5 year plan) and was leaving for my summer job as a director at a youth camp. A week before I left, I called Tom, but I received no answer. The same result was garnered each week I tried to reach him. I frankly had no idea where he went or what he was doing, but I had faith that he at least was alive and safe.

Late August 2005, I received a call from an unknown number but the area code was from my hometown. Indeed, it was Tom, calling from his parents house. After 15 seconds of plesantries, he informed me that he had spent his summer in the County Mental Hospital. He had been diagnosed with schizophrenia and had spent three months drugged up on anti-psychotics, anti-convulsants, anti-depressants, and anti-anxiety medication.

His parents drove him down to a cigar shop near my house and I spent a few hours talking with him about his experiences. He said that he remembered very little about the hospital, and slept about 20 hours a day, mainly due to amount of medication he was prescribed. It was the hospital psychiatrist's ultimate conclusion that Tom's latent schizophrenia was exacerbated by the amount of LSD and amphetamines he was using. While the drugs might not have triggered the onset of Tom's illness, I doubt they helped it. While I tried to maintain a pleasant and comical demeanor, it saddened me to see him in that condition.

Tom is a veritable zombie to this day. He takes whopping doses of Abilify and Seroquel daily. He came over to dinner with my family one evening when I was visiting my parents and my mother described him as 'completely out to lunch.' Her assessment was not far from the truth. I saw him this spring break and very little has changed. Although he says that he had not had any episodes since he left the hospital, his speech patterns are chaotic and he has absolutely no motivation to do anything. Although the state will not allow him to drive, work, or enter school for some time, his ambitions seem limited to smoking cigars and drinking Blue Moon beer.

I miss my friend. The once brilliant, quirky, and insightful man that I knew is now a shell. I look at him and I can see that his body, mind, and soul has been scarred deeply. Partly by himself, partly by things beyond his control. I look at Tom and remember all the good times we shared exploring consciousness, exploring self, exploring G-d. I look at Tom and remember all of the aspirations he once had. I look at Tom with sympathy, compassion, and love.

In Tom I see someone I could have easily become if I had chosen a similar path. In Tom I see how I failed him as a friend. In Tom I see how my selfishness and concern with only myself prevented me from helping him when he needed it most. However, in Tom I see hope of light beyond the darkness. A pure light of faith and hope.

Hope for him, hope for me, hope for us all...

Peace to all and please go and live your lives as meaningful as you know how.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 51872

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 22, 2008	Views: 124,173

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Amphetamines (6), LSD (2), Pharms - Quetiapine (273), Pharms - Aripiprazole (422) : Not Applicable (38), Health Problems (27), Second Hand Report (42), Post Trip Problems (8), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

So I feel like I have just emerged victorious from some sort of grueling marathon. You see, as my birthday is coming up soon, I was looking to do something different from the regular ole pot smoking. Completely by chance, a bit of acid passed my way, and although it probably wasn’t the best time or place to partake of it, I couldn’t really pass up the chance to ingest a brand new (to me) substance, especially one of such notoriety. I will attempt to describe the events of the past evening, however please note that I’m not at all sure about the timeframe, but I will do my best to try and remember.

Setting: at a friend’s place in Austin, with a couple very close friends

Subject: 24 year old, healthy male, 140lbs. Daily cannabis smoker, have taken mushrooms, MDMA, salvia, DXM, various pharmaceuticals, as well as cocaine and meth on occasion. This would be my first truly psychedelic experience.

T+0: Driving around looking for a McDonald’s at around 8:30ish in the evening, I stick a quite normal looking sugar cube in my mouth and wait for it to dissolve. At this point, I had already smoked a couple bowls of some badass fruity weed from Cali, so my mouth is insanely dry and the sugar cube is uncomfortable. It dissolves quickly though, and I hold the resulting sugar-liquid stuff in my mouth for like ten minutes before swallowing.

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

T+15: Back at the house, me, K, and E start up a card game to pass the time. E had taken two hits of acid a few hours before, but it was difficult to gauge his mental state as he is a naturally very quiet person. K was to be the sitter and designated driver for the night, being merely very stoned.

T+30: Definitely noticing some preliminary effects, hard to describe, just like a feeling of not-rightness. Having more difficulty focusing on the card game. The disconnect between my internal reality and the real world is beginning. In speaking with my friends, they didn’t even realize I was feeling any effects, while I’m worried that I’m acting all spastic or something. Somewhere around this point, I lose the game and decide to lay down on the bed.

T+40 - T+60: Visual component is increasing. Focusing on any sort of geometric pattern causes it to move and dance. Still able to carry on a conversion, but difficult to describe what I’m feeling to my friends. I decide to close my eyes. Woo buddy, closed eye visuals are already getting pretty insane. Mostly kaleidescopic images of spiralling type patterns, very beautiful. I have a huge smile on my face pretty much constantly, as not only are the images pleasant, but funny in some sort of weird, ironic way. Irony was an unexpected emotion, that continued throughout the night, and allowed me to keep myself in a very positive frame of mind. Anytime the trip got a little too heavy, this funny ironic feeling would bubble up and allow me to laugh at myself.

T+1:00 - T+1:30: Time has lost meaning. It seems like I’ve already been tripping for days. I convince K to come have a smoke with me. I’ve found that if I don’t find something in the real world to focus on, the open-eye visuals obscure my view completely. Now, it’s not really like hallucinating, because for the most part these visions have no basis whatsoever in reality, just weird, shifting, flowing patterns. So I concentrate on getting out the front door to the car to get my coat. I implore K to stay outside with me while I struggle with the car door, as the ground and road are getting all warpy. This is more like the type of hallucinations I’m used to, where my mind is still sensing external stimuli, but applying some sort of convoluted, curvy acid-filter to everything.

I get my coat on and we proceed to the back porch to smoke. Ah, it would be the perfect cigarette, if not for the chilly weather that makes both of us unable to stop shivering. I’m attempting to hold a conversation with K, and doing a decent job, but only if I don’t try too hard to communicate anything about my experience. This seems to be a recurring theme as well, I can talk just fine about random stuff, but it is infinitely difficult to explain what’s going on in my head. About this point, I look up at a family portrait on the wall, and I swear it just looks like a bunch of heads cut out from random other photos and glued together as a mosaic. K swears it’s just a normal photo, but even on closer inspection, I can’t tell for certain either way. This is pretty funny.

T+1:30 - T+2:20: It’s funny, because I totally thought I was peaking this whole time and it would be a ride down from here. Shows how smart I am. We decide to make the grueling (not really) trip home from Austin to Georgetown, and say goodnight to E. I had already noticed my eyes being dilated earlier, but by this point they must have been pretty much all pupil, because every image I see is doubled or tripled, like looking at a scene through a broken or faceted piece of glass. This is a phenomenon I’ve experienced before, and is directly linked to the eye-dilation. Pretty fun.

Anyway, back to the car ride. As we get going I attempt to find something on my iPod to listen to, but it becomes way to difficult to focus on the task as the moments of lucidity become fewer and far between. This car ride, though less than an hour long, felt like it took eons. My vision at this point was completely obscured by kaleidescopic patterns and spirals. So I leaned the seat back and just chilled and watched the show. About halfway through the ride, I started becoming a little anxious. I had never before been on a substance that I could not control, and I was fighting it.

I came to the realization then that in general I have a great fear of giving up control, probably the reason I almost always drive when my friends and I hang out. So, realizing that at this point I had to have absolute trust in K to get us home safely, I started talking to her to get myself to calm down. Every few minutes thereafter I tried to ask her a question or something, to keep myself grounded. It seemed to work out pretty well. When we were within 20 miles of home, I started feeling like the most difficult part of the journey was over, and I had emerged unscathed. I could now keep part of my consciousness in tune with reality, and even engaged in conversation, while the other half had fun focusing on all the weird patterns and such. Previous to this, I had been so completely separated from my conscious mind that I was basically dreaming. I actually asked K a few times if I was awake, just to make sure.

T+2:30 - T+3:30: We decided to chill at our mutual friend KB’s house for a while, to try and ride out the rest of the trip in peace. It is very peaceful, and decorated for Christmas with a tree and lights. I find this to be a very soothing environment. We talk for a while, I try to explain myself but am utterly unable to. I think bits and pieces of what I’m saying are making sense. At one point I’m talking, explaining, not truly even understanding myself what I am saying, but KB seems to understand perfectly.

From this point forward, I feel very much out of my body, sometimes feeling like I’m actually floating a foot or two behind and above my body, experiencing everything objectively. The main peak has subsided, but the coming down isn’t smooth. Just when I think I’m back to clarity, a wave crashes over me and I have to take a minute to regain composure. Needing something familiar to do and focus on, we load a bowl in her little bong. Now this is interesting. I expected to have a sudden rush from hitting the bong, and it happens. But then I notice, every time it is passed to me again I have that same little rush, but before I even hit it! It’s like my mind is already expecting something to happen, and makes it happen before it’s even supposed to. We finish the bowl and decide to go home. K is crashing at my place.

T+3:30 - T+4:30: We get home and K crashes on the couch. I’m still feeling very out-of-body, and attempt to put on Lord of the Rings for some background noise. My wife and I sit on the couch and converse, a very natural, goofy conversation, as I try to figure out why the TV looks so weird. I thought I was still having color visuals, but it turns out the kids have jiggled all the color knobs on the TV, so it’s not just me. We finally decide to go get in bed and just watch TV shows while I attempt to go to sleep. I really thought sleeping wouldn’t be an issue, as I felt pretty much asleep for the past four hours. Once again, I don’t know as much about acid as I thought I did.

T+4:30 - T+10:00: The longest night of not sleeping ever. Well, maybe not ever, but it was long and annoying. Couldn’t get comfortable no matter what position I was in, and alternately flushing hot and cold. My mind was still spinning very fast, more of the kaleidescope patterns. One really cool one of a girl’s eyes and fingernails. Alternately my mind kept straying to images of death and decay, gore and such. Normally this would disturb me, but I just kind of went with it and found it surprisingly easy to dismiss. Had to get up and pee like 3 times during the night, each trip to the bathroom being a little less difficult and trippy. Dreading going to work in the morning, but resolute about it as well. I got through the night with about 30 minutes to an hour of sleep. And here I am, writing about it now.

Afterthoughts: Wow. This was definitely the most intense drug trip I’ve ever had. It was everything I expected and more. The words I’ve committed to this page don’t even come close to describing the experience. Overall I feel like it was intensely positive, and I’m exceedingly happy with the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying there wasn’t quite a bit of difficult and arduous stuff to get through. Throughout the experience, I felt like my body was being twisted and contorted, wrapped around itself. My neck was very sore the whole time, probably as a result of struggling against this sensation. Towards the end I got a splitting headache, and took 4 ibuprofen. A couple minutes later I did the same thing again, for a total of 8. It’s a good thing there wasn’t anything stronger in the house.

But overall I managed to keep the whole experience on a positive note, which is something I was more than a little bit scared about. As stereotypical as it might sound, I feel like I’ve just gotten about ten years of experience all shoved into my brain in a few hours. I’m going to do my best to hold onto that and let it affect my life for the better. As far as doing acid again, I believe I probably will at some point in the future, but I’m not in any rush. To me this seems like an experience that should be at least a year apart from the next.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 58115

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Apr 23, 2008	Views: 40,805

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		 1.0 g

		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

There are better drugs out there than acid.

“You’re phone is fucked!”

So, this Friday started out on fairly mild terms. I finished classes, went to the bank, took a shower and developed a few songs on my guitar. A friend had mentioned that a few of his friends were going to be dosing later that day. The day was going well. I felt in the mood for a good trip, seeing as I’d only tried it one other time in my life. I talked to my girlfriend, letting her know that I would see her later. The night was destined for excellence. I knew that things would go well.

The preface is ironic only in a number of ways, but really not humorous in any. My night would severely obviate from the phrases “mild terms” and “good trip”. In fact, these terms could not even begin to articulate what kind of terrible nightmare made reality I was to experience. I can honestly say that the serious advents of the night so sharply contrasted with my initial optimism that I will probably never live this night down in my prospective attendance to school.

I ingested two hits of what I assumed to be pure, unadulterated Lazy Sunshine Dust dosed on Shock Tarts at approximately 4 in the afternoon this Friday. I felt a little tense, but fairly optimistic as usual. I was in a group of six. We hopped in some fellow collegiate’s car and stopped at a gas station for smokes. We drove up into the mountains. A family of deer, including two protective bucks, were in our near vicinity. I thought that they might defend their females, so I was a little disoriented from that standpoint.

Me and the group of guys found a pleasant outlook where we could see the city lights. Cars began to move in pulsing light beams across the country side. The heavy onset of smog reminded me of the misty Oregon coast. I felt good. Then, this vulgar asshole in the group starts adding dialogue to the already intense scene along the lines of “I want to find Mordor” and “I hate niggers”. I had apprehensive, bad feelings. I knew that the downward spiral was going to set in soon on the night.

The Downward Spiral is a theory that I formulated in High School. During any given night out, there is an indefinite enjoyable phase that can be presumed. However, Murphy’s Law will eventually sneak his way into that situation. That is where the indefinite downward spiral, precipitated mainly by drama, would take place and probably end in an unfulfilling night unless sleep is reached before that end. In brevity, this occurred on such ego-deflating basis and with such horrendous speed, that I can indefinitely say that this is the worst night of my life.

I was suddenly separated from my one friend and was stuck in a group of assholes driving down from the mountains. The vulgar guy, was he there? Oh yeah, he was there. I heard his voice immediately. He stared at me manically, his fiery red hair and blank leer frightened me. The Dark Side of the Moon roared, patterns rippled across my vision like a kaleidescope, colors changed on a two-second basis. I couldn’t decide whether or not I could bare to stay with these bastards, and I couldn’t decide if I could make it back safely to my dorm under the influence of such powerful drugs.

One of the guys wanted to crash. Tough shit. I was out on my ass and sent into a terrible mass of confusion. I circled around a lake 10 times in search of my dorm. My acid-addled brain wasn’t ready to digest what had already happened and my consciencous, though now thoroughly sober, is suffering with the advents of the night. So, essentially, within the hour my prospective good trip cascaded into what could more appropriately relate to hellish nighmare. I somehow, in my incredibly erratic mindstate, felt impending doom. Colors spun heavily. I felt as though I had to change, to morph into some sort of chi, some oneness, some lifeforce. I meditate on a daily basis, so I’m usually able to achieve mental equilibrium in altered states whenever I rarely indulge in them. I tried to meditate. Impossible. I realized that the previous generation had vacated the planet and gave the planet to my generation. I took an entire generation’s environmental morality on my own acid-addled conscience and am regretting it as I type. I argued with my own roommate for no real reason and threw his Nalgene bottle again the wall. I am such a fucking idiot. Luckily, the only things injured, besides me, were the window of a 9-11 dispatch unit and my pride.

So, I was suddenly stranded outside of my dorm building, naked. I had, undeniably, shed my clothes at some point and smashed all of the personal belongings in my pocket. I came to the realization that the previous generations were not only no longer on this Earth but they had deprived me of my clothing and personal belongings and had set my entire generation into this primitive Planet of the Apes netherworld. I was, in fact, wrong. It was just me and my shriveled manhood in the cold Colorado night ranting about saving the Earth or some bullshit illusion of grandeur that I was experiencing. I ran in front of a car and slammed my hands on the hood. I started yelling some psycho babble about saving the Earth or something.

So, then I was detained by either some members of elusive past generations or government officials who were indefinitely going to send me to the looney bin forever. I cannot recall this part of the night accurately, but I can subjectively. I thought they were stopping me because I had committed the crime of being human. I repeatedly raved, “is being human a crime?”, “there’s no crime against being human!”. I thought that they were testing me. They weren’t. They were actually very amiable enforcers of the law dealing with some raving, naked asshole college kid. I did not comprehend this until later.

This part of the night becomes very blurry to me. I couldn’t decide whether these people wanted to show me the care tips of taking responsibility for the Earth or whether they wanted to put me away in the slammer. I remember trying to escape the terrible grip of the government. I lashed out. I smashed my bare feet through the window of the cop car. I tried to lunge out and gashed my shoulder. I remember screaming, “it’s our fucking generation!”. I was convinced that the government was impounding me right after the Earth had been passed ceremoniously to our generation. How fucking wrong was I? I was quickly forced to the ground, naked, face-first and lifted onto a stretcher against my maniacal, belligerent and probably comical protest.

It was then that my hellish, Kafka-esque introspective nightmare began. I saw that there were big government officials in front of me. Their eyes stayed within menacing shades of red. Their tongues seemed to snake out at me. They began injecting me with strange fluids. Lethal injection: it was the best option I tried to transform into pure, white energy. I hoped for death. Better than the torture that would indefinitely await. I was handcuffed and bleeding. I saw the Christlike parallels. Stigmata. The needles reminded me of morphine injections reserved for was casualties. The broken glass dug into my wrists and back, They began to elevate my stretcher. I was going to be crucified. Fuck, oh dear.

I must of been a real pain in the ass for the nurses, screaming bloody murder and convulsing like a loony. I heard the words, “psychiatric evaluation”, tossed around by some of the government folks. I was going to the sanitarium. I was getting booted out of school. I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep or to be euthanised. I laid in the hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, tubes up my nose, heart monitor going. Colors changed with great intensity, continually, every few seconds. I confronted the scenarios that I had not only probably severed all of my interpersonal relations with everybody in my life, was facing possible expulsion, was indefinitely facing disorderly conduct and indecent exposure charges, a possible eternity in a mental ward, but that I had left a group of friends on the same substance in the mountains. Now, that’s alot to lay on an acid-addled consciencous I bawled for at least 4 hours. I’m sure the medical staff were laughing most of the time. I would have been.

As it turns out, my dignity and blood were the only major donations made to the Downward Spiral on this faithful night. Nobody hates me, except possibly the officers and nurses involved in my detainment. My parents are none too pleased, but haven’t severed communication with me. Well, I haven’t talked to me girlfriend yet and don’t have a phone right now, so I may have spoken too soon. Gossip spreads quickly. I’m sure there are alot of campus sewing circles that my name will be circulating in.

So, the night could have gone alot worse. I could be in jail right now being some leviathin monster’s bitch. I’m going do as much as humanly possible to eliminate the tarnish of this one erratic act on my comprehensive educational career, as I pride myself implicitly as being level-headed and mild mannered most of the time. I can’t really change the past, so I am considering this night a learning experience.

Why am I writing about this? I feel like shit. I feel that the only way to satisfactorily purge my heavy conscious is to sit down and write, stream of thought, about the night. My face aches. My body is covered with meaty gashes, scrapes and tread marks from multiple IVs. I will be paying for the window of the police vehicle. I will be going to court and paying expenses. I am in such a depressive state right now that the only way I could fall asleep would be to write. I regret this night, but am glad to have survived it, that no one was injured and that the only major devastation lied solely on my ample medical bills.

I also wrote this to clarify any rumors, which tend to ruminate quickly among the shit-stirring sewing circles which I truly and utterly despise. I did not sexually assault anybody, as did another student who took off his clothes on LSD. I shudder at the mere comparison between our infringements of the law. Our intentions were, obviously, completely different. Even mine, in my hallucinatory fugue, were fairly pure and ideological as opposed to vulgar, wanton, carnal. I can’t really give a rational reason for my actions, apart from the fact that I was on LSD. I hope to be charged sparsely with infringements of the law, but expect the worse, as I have to take responsibility for my actions ridiculous actions. As the nurses say, I made a mistake and was just “weird'.

I can honestly say that this night was the worst of my life, the saving grace only being that I was not arrested and put into a holding cell for my disorderly conduct. I am hoping for the best and plan to partake in extensive community service, which I am apt to, in bettering myself and controlling my modes of thought. This is the first time that I’ve had a run in with the law, and I plan to make it the last. I was entirely out of sorts that night and I think half the campus will be letting me know about it all over again, come sunrise. I made a number of mistakes and now will have to endure the repercussions. I will take this experience as a learning experience and learn to better myself as a person through it. I would like to state that I have no moral objections to public nudity, even if it is near freezing outside. My unruly behavior was inexcusable and will be problematic for me in the ensuing months. Save to say, covered in stigma, currently colorblind and pounding headache, that I have successfully vanquished my curiousity regarding the potency of acid and have no desire in imbibing in such mind-altering drugs ever again and feel intensely at my uncharacteristic outburst.

“You’re phone is fucked!” My roommate laments.

Did I? Yeah. I did. Well, maybe the SIM card is salvageable. Some night.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66968

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 28, 2008	Views: 32,476

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

The topic of LSD vs. shrooms is common, and I hope to enlighten some by sharing my personal observations.

I think that the notion of LSD being 'more intense' is because shrooms are more expensive per dose on the street.  Large doses of either are capable of severely fucking one up.  The drugs' effects are easier to differentiate at lower doses for me, because once I hit a certain point with either drug, proper recollection and scientific comparison is very difficult.  Based on my friends' experiences, I think individual brain chemistry plays a huge role in which drug a person perceives as more intense.  I think given their rumored lower intensity, shorter-acting and more 'natural' effects (a label which is often based on the origin of the chemical instead of the effects themselves), shrooms are more often used in group-nature contexts which, while not necessarily altering perception of one's trip, do contribute to the drug's social reputation, and associatively, its comparison to LSD.

People comment most often on shrooms' shorter duration, more 'organic' visuals and often a pattern of internal questioning and attempted answering.  Probably because shrooms leaves the body faster than LSD, I undergo a faster come-down and may feel that I have more cognitive work to do as I enter sobriety.  In other words, I mean that because the sober mindset arrives faster and with less warning, generally users are more occupied with the task of explaining what just happened to their sober self.

Likewise, people most often mention LSD's looong duration, more 'artificial' imagery and a buzz of mental activity that is perhaps more readily steered by context.  My friends do not report having 'lost' something as often as with shrooms upon completion of the trip, nor do I.  For me, things seem more stable on LSD, as my effects do not come and go but are fairly constant.  I feel my overall curve as it comes up and goes down, but never individual effects coming and going like on shrooms, 2c-i or MDMA.  In this more stable, drawn-out state I find it easier to think as I have more confidence that changes in my mindset have less to do with the chemical interaction and more with how I am thinking.  That said, this can flip around for me in a second if the context changes (i.e. parents appear).  On one hand, LSD could be said to be more intense because it lasts longer and is more moldable, its intensity mapped to set/setting more.  On the other, shrooms could be said to change faster chemically and leave the user slightly less in-control in the sense that the high curve passes faster.  'Intensity' is subjective.

For me visually, the drugs both distort surfaces and geometry but in slightly different ways.  Both drugs' visuals will tend to play off the base pattern that you are looking at, so a regularly-spiky ceiling (the kind that pops balloons) may produce sharper concentric patterns while a more organic garage floor will produce more ebbing, rolling distortions in the oil and grime.  When characterizing one's visual character, I think many users try to apply all-encompassing characteristics (i.e. 'shrooms is more root-like, acid is sharper) and do not comment on how both drugs' vast arsenal of visual tricks can only come out by looking at a variety of surfaces.  The fact that each drug produces visuals out of a blueprint image makes comparing them without keeping one surface as control very difficult.

How do the two drugs treat the same surface?  For me, a spiky ceiling on LSD will produce rapid-moving spikes in various directions while also breathing and changing in brightness, with intermittent waves of the entire spectrum fluttering over all.  On a higher dose, the particles of the ceiling will be swimming around and the entire room will be pulsing in RGB-type color with high contrast.  On shrooms, the same ceiling will likely appear to be dripping and will probably not be altering in brightness or fluttering spectrums of color as much, though there will also be spiky geometry mixed with breathing and ebbing.  On shrooms, my color distortions appear as a blurring of color lines and a crossing of one color into the next, and at higher doses overtones of sepia and primary colors but not with the same relative intensity or range as LSD.  Shrooms plays more with existing colors, LSD injects more of its own.

Overall to me, the visuals of the two are similar with LSD being more likely to 'pinch' and distort faces, and the color spectrum more apparent.  Shrooms is more rolling in its distortions and subtle in color.  What one sees in the mirror is going to be more-or-less similar, indicative of similar serotonin action and chemical similarity (acid is technically not a tryptamine but is shaped like one).  Their closed-eye capabilities are hard to compare but both are arguably not as powerful in this area as say 2c-i or 2cb.  Which is more 'intense' visually?  I think this is quite subjective as I have heard mixed preferences.

I am curious if others have noticed similar visual observations, or whether this has been a product of my subjective reality.  I will never know the exact answer, unfortunately I cannot occupy anothers' brain.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52117

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 15, 2008	Views: 134,034

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)


           BODY WEIGHT:
	   210 lb

I should probably start by stating that I have read many reports of people experiencing HPPD after having used LSD only one time.  I am not certain how many times it took for me to develop HPPD, nor am I certain if it was LSD.  From age 15 to 23, I was a psychonaut - a proud psychonaught.  I have eaten more acid than I could every count, but far more than 100 trips.  I have taken AMT countless times.  MDMA was one of my favorite substances.  And of course I was a pothead for the entire time, smoking pounds of cannabis over the years.

Over the last 2 years, with the last 6 months excluded, I really started getting into LSD.  I would take it almost weekly if it were available, with gradually increasing dosages.  I must admit that I first noticed some of the HPPD effects back then, but believed them to be effects which were short lived and which would go away once I stopped using.

After eating about 15 hits one night, I finally had the 'bad trip' - truly an experience from Hell which I do not feel comfortable enough talking about even to this day.  For that is not the purpose of this submission.  The trip got me off drugs, which I am somewhat grateful for.

The thing is, the visuals never stopped.  Text would move slightly, I can still read, but I have to blink continually to stay focused.  Faces morph - slightly, but noticeably.  There are halos around objects.  And occasionaly I see white spots which move slowly in every conceivable dimension.  I have heard many people say that they experience such an effect at night.  Almost all of my visuals come in during the day, with full daylight.

My vision is whack.  And it was been 6 months since I have touched any psychedelic, and weeks since I have smoked weed.  Until recently, I would have said it was worth it.  But I am not so sure anymore.  It may be hard to understand, but I have read that many people forget that their vision was ever normal.  I understand that thought.  I think what really turned me on to the fact that I was not seeing normal was when I tripped with an old friend some months ago.  He pointed out that his vision had not yet returned to normal, that he was still seeing color spots and some shifting of images. He also was understandably amazed by the visual element of the trip.  I was not, and looking back, I think the first real obvious sign that I was suffering from HPPD is when a low amount of psychedelics did not really make me hallucinate even though my friends were.  It may be that I was hallucinating, just not more so than normal.  I sort of habituated to the vision issues.  But I remember the first time I hallucinated I could not believe that stationary items could move.  And geometric patterns on walls which bore a solid color were intriguing and awesome.  At this point, I think it would be awesome to just see a damned wall.

But I do want to point something out for all those who suffer from HHPD.  I do not think its right to say we are always tripping.  Tripping is a state of mind which involves hallucinating.  I am not tripping.  I can think and act normally.  I do not have insanely intense random thoughts and I am able to concentrate.  I do not have escapes from reality where I cannot tell what is real.  I do not think of HPPD as a flashback because I never feel like I am tripping, but I am continually 24/7 hallucinating - albeit slightly - similar to the effects of a mild acid trip.  But I do have a significant visual impairment.  And I am only 24.  I of course wonder if it gets worse or better over time, but I am too young to know that personally.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 72627

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 29, 2008	Views: 33,403

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LSD (2) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)