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

		   T+ 3:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

It had been decided.  The five of us would trip together.  My not yet husband and I, and 3 close, experienced babysitters.  We didn't see them that way, but that's what they were.

We drove up a familiar dirt road, into the mountains.  Mr. K lotted out the acid (on blotter strips) about a half hour into the drive.  Ten hits a piece for he and Mr. B, seven hits for Ms.C and five a piece for my husband and I.  Five hits was a healthy dose.  Especially for a couple of first timers, but our conditions and company were ideal so intensity wasn't a worry.  Like I said the others were experienced and respectful trippers so they dosed according to their known tollerance and personal whims.

(6:40am ish?)

So we've eaten the acid.  For some reason I was a bit nervous and wouldn't swallow the paper.  I chewed until it simply disapeared from my mouth.  It took about thirty/fourty-five minutes before we found a place everyone was happy with.  Far enough a way from the road to avoid anyone disturbing us (or vise versa), and on a slope with an appropriate view of the city.  The view was really quite spectacular and the sun was about 20 minutes away form rising.

As soon as we had set down our orange juice, and weed and whatever other little things they brought, Mr. B and Ms. C began to set the mood of the trip.  I don't know if they did it on purpose or if it was just their keen acid instinct, but they knew exactly how to focus our attention on the rise of the trip without really focusing us on it at all.  Rather than letting the acid hit us like a ton of bricks (which it tends to do) they suggested that we see certain things.

'Look at the tracers the grass makes...'

'If you can look at the sun...'

'Do you see the different colors in this bush?...'

At first no.  Not really.  But this process of looking for differences in my perception before the trip started was a gentle glide into the experience.  It was like a subconcious little meditation that they were privy to.

The sun was amazing.  I saw it as a ball of fire.  Not just a bright yellow circle.  Pulsing, throbbing, pure energy.  So I start playing in the dirt a little. (+ 1hr) Just poking at it with a stick and pulling up tiny roots.  I saw how the spruce were one big organism.  Not seperate trees, but individual sproutings from an ancient root system covering the entire mountain range.  Seperately, individally experiencing parts of one mass.

Our friends kept us focused on some of the more amusing aspects of LSD.  The hightened visual experience.  The goofy nature of reality.  The hysterical laughter that seems to accompany the trip.  The way time feels.  Or doesn't feel.  Thinking back they treated us a little bit like children.  Which is good for the newbie.

Every possible reality opened to me.  Some scared me and some thrilled  me.  Sometimes the idea of more than one reality became quite frightening.  Other times it felt quite spiritual.  Our babysitters stood infront of the negative and eminated positive.  The way you might save a child from a horror movie until they are mature enough to understand it isn't anything to be afraid of.  The movie still exists, but not to the child.  They saw the importance of the initial positive experience.

My trip was mostly mental.  I did have visuals.  For example, there were a lot of jets out flying that day.  Military, commercial, whatever.  We would all stare at the sky together when they flew over.  I could see the air split in front of a little fighter jet...the way it pushed throught the sky.  It looked like the under side of a speedboat in the water at a few hundred miles an hour.  Brilliant spirals of translucent color trailed the engines of a banking cargo plane.

When we were all very still and quiet, I would watch the wind splash against the foothills and follow its tide up the mountain for about fifteen seconds before it reached us.  A bee.  Glistening pollen.  I could see every spec on the tiny legs.  It had a fuzzy body that I really found funny.  I threw a couple big sticks and watched them crash.  I admired the crystals on some very nice buds before we smoked them.  The weed tasted fantastic (+3 hr?)and it gave you quite a head high.  The orange juice we brought would give a nice boost.  The citris was really pleasant tasting and I could feel a little vibration in my spine for a few minutes after each swallow.  A lot of color...not so much seen but percived.  Like direct infusion to the brain without wasting time with the eyes.

I wasn't sure how to act around the other trippers.  It was like being a loud drunk at wine tasting at first.  I could sense that there was a way to deal with this, but had no concept of how.  I just reacted.  We laughed in a merry-go-round for quite a while on several different occations.  I cried once.  Time didn't mean anything.  I gave up caring when I asked the time after what seemed like an eternity from the first time I asked and the minute hadn't even changed.  The second time I asked, it had been two hours in what felt to me like two minutes.  I marvled at the concept of it for a moment and mentally moved on.

Like I said, my trip was mostly mental.  Or psychic I guess.  I came upon bits of infused knowledge.  Simple things that an older, wiser person could have called common knowledge, but to a twenty year old was a great time saver.  A lot of the things that came to my mind were confusing at first, or even in direct contrast to a (childish) firmly held belief that I thought so superior.  Most of what I recieved durring the trip didn't process until later.  I mostly saw how wrong I had been.  I saw what a spoiled little primadonna I had become.  How I DID judge despite my rightious belief that I was a fair person.  Where and how I took advantage of people.  And the result of continuing life in this deluded way.

In the end the whole thing was wonderful.  We stayed on the one mountain and talked and laughed for about 8 or 9 hours.  The trip was very safe and private and nurturing.  Ms. K even went to work at six that evening and did just fine.

Acid opened my mind to everything.  The fall of ego can be terrifying to SOME people.  I see it as a healthy realignment of perception.  Even if I had a bad trip...who cares?  Could anything that bad actually happen to me?  Or would I just whitness to the greater workings and possibilities of the mind and the universe?  When a kitten is kept in a back room until it is an adult, the sudden introduction of the front yard may yeild two responses...

fear and retreat to the saftey of the known.

or curiosity and intrest in the possiblities in the unknown.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 37631

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 28, 2006	Views: 8,263

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Guiding (184), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Guides / Sitters (39), Nature / Outdoors (23), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 20 mg
		 insufflated
		 Pharms - Oxycodone
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 4:30
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

This all started with Spring Break.  I went to visit one of my buddies in a neighboring city a few days before the start of Spring Break.  While I was visiting I ended up purchashing an Oxycontin 80mg.  I snorted roughly 60mg while I was in town and saved the last 20mg for a 'rainy day.'  Well this happened Thursday night and I arrived home Friday midday.

Warning - Drug combinations don't always turn out pleasant.

At around 3pm after I'd awoken from my nap I decided to snort the last 20mg I had and then smoke a bowl of chronic.  I had also purchased 5.2 grams of dank while I was out of town.  I snorted the oxy and then smoked the bowl.  Around 5 minutes after I smoked the bowl I was pretty wasted.  I have had a high tolerance to opiates in the past but for some reason this small dosage really got to me.

I ended up leaving my house at around 5pm and hung out with my friends D and W.  D told me, after we'd been driving around for about ten minutes, that he'd sell me two hits of acid.  Well, I do love my acid so I bought them both and dropped them at around 7:30pm.  Now, the really weird part about all of this is what happened next.

I could still feel the oxycontin for some reason.  It usually wears off in about 3 hours or less but even after I ate the acid, I could still feel it.  I felt the acid start hitting me at around 8-8:30pm.  But the come up was different than it usually is, instead of feeling the 'up' and giddiness of LSD, I felt the oxycontin kick in again.  It was probably the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me on an acid trip.  It was like I had just gotten done snorting it all over again, like the LSD re-activated the remaining oxycodone in my system.  Pretty soon I felt like I couldn't walk.

The acid I'd gotten from D was fairly strong and soon I was tripping my absolute nuts off.  The oxy feeling wore off at about 9:30pm, finally.  It was then that the confusion started.  Acid has a way of getting into my head and making me think crazy thoughts.  I was sitting in my friends room smoking tree and watching television when all of a sudden a car pulled up to his house.  It was a relative, and we had to hide the pot before he came in.  Once he left, I couldn't find my bag.  I was totally convinced the people in the house were fucking with me and hiding my weed.  As it turns out, it had just been misplaced.  While we were in the house I felt the first waves of visuals and emotions that usually hit me on acid.

A blanket of rainbow-colored lights descended on the carpet and the titles of books seems to beam out like halos from the shelf.  The faces on the TV shift and collapsed in on themselves.  The walls twisted and made waves like an ocean.  Finally, when it was time to leave the house, I looked at the stars.  The moon was particularly bright and the stars looked an erie shade of green.  As we drove away, the trees rose out of the ground to meet the sky and I felt very small and perhaps insignificant.

My sober driver transported me across town to a neighborhood that was fairly quiet.  At least, it's a place where you can get high in peace.  And that we surely did, I noticed later that I had easily smoked a gram that night.  So after that I decided I might as well go back home and ride out my trip.  I arrived home to find the house empty, my parents were obviously still out and as I was in college anyway it didn't really matter.  I started to walk around the house and noticed that it felt like I was wading through some kind of muck.

All of a sudden I had a vision in my head of all of my childhood problems.  The muck represented all of the bad things that had happened in this house when I was younger.  I had been going through a lot emotionally and I figured this was just the acid getting in my head again.  I sat out on my porch for a long time smoking cigarettes and trying to maintain.  I pulled my stereo onto the porch with me and put on some moe. to try and calm me down.  Eventually, at about one am, I went back into my room.  It had only been about four hours since I started tripping and I knew I still couldn't sleep.

I watched TV for a good three hours trying to stay sane.  Every once in a while the thoughts in my head would gain a voice of their own.  It felt like there was someone else invading my skull and trying to shout down my opinions.  It was a very odd feeling.  Every time I drop acid it only reinforces my original opinion about the drug; that it makes you go crazy.

I'm not sure why the oxycontin and LSD reacted to each other the way they did but I don't recommend that combination to anyone.  Coming down from oxycodone and coming up on acid at the same time will fuck with your head.  You feel the shitty after-effects of the opiate along with the coming up effects of LSD and it all leads to confusion and frustration.  LSD and cannabis is probably your best bet if you're going to combine anything.

I thought it might be useful for some people if I wrote what I had combined with acid and its results.

LSD+Cannabis - makes the trip more bearable and amusing, tends to intensify visuals and takes the edge off

LSD+Alcohol - can be fun on the come down, although being drunk in the middle of a trip can be really disorienting

LSD+Cocaine - tends to make people megalomaniacal and can be very dangerous, because you can feel every individual drug you do on LSD, you also feel the come down from cocaine, and the LSD only intensifies the craving for the drug

LSD+Opiates - see above

LSD+Valium/Xanax - Although this does take the edge off of a trip, it can also lead to more problems, coming down from valium and xanax while on an acid trip can make you extremely irritable

LSD+MDMA - candyflipping can be fun and it can be intense, I don't recommend it but I did have a good time

All in all, I think LSD is best when it is taken by itself or with cannabis.  All other drugs seem to get in the way of the wonderful experience acid can be.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 41565

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 7, 2006	Views: 44,535

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LSD (2), Oxycodone (176) : Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

Me and my friend were heading off to a small rave in the Midwest.  It started off all fine and dandy. I was simply looking for something to do one evening so I called my friend 'C'.  C informed me of the rave and since I had a fair amount of extra cash I thought I should go with him because he was planning on going by himself.  So we headed off.

When we got there it was a very cool venue.  Huge silos were towering all around us and all I could see were cars all around us. After we got in I quickly started asking around for whatever I could get my hands on.  Well I must have done pretty well because after a short amount of time I ended up with numerous hits of LSD a small arsenal of X and a somewhat hefty bag of Mushrooms.  My friend was strapped for cash so I though I would brighten his day with a couple hits of Acid.  We went to the car to drop them.  We went back into the rave until the doses took effect and we both agreed on going to the car for the transition between coming up and peaking.  That way when we reached the peak we would walk back into the rave for a whole new scene, which is good.

While sitting in the car a couple of party kids saw up sparking the blunt through the window and kindly asked us if we had anything for them to roll their own weed in.  Being of the friendly nature that we are, I asked them if they just wanted to hop in and join us instead.  Of course they agreed.  Everything was going ok until I started to freak a little.  I don't know what my problem is but I get very paranoid on LSD and if no one stops me it just gets worse by the second.

I found out the kids were from the same town as the party was being thrown in, not an unusual occurrence. But then I got the idea in my head that these two guys who joined us were really up to no good.  The way I figured it was that they knew what I had got from their friend who I bought it from and, for some reason unknown to me, they were scamming on taking it from me.  I sat for a moment pondering what I should do and out of know where I start threatening these kids as if they had done some great injustice to me.  I don't quite know why but I said somethin like, 'You know I could strangle the breath out of you.'  They were pretty surprised by this and so was my friend C.

My friend didn't know exactly what to do with me now so he suggested that we go back to the party and chill out a little bit.  I told him I didn't want to go in there because I already had bad thoughts in my head and God only knows what a man on LSD can be capable of when he is not thinking right.  I told him we should leave and he didn't want to but eventually I talked him into it.

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

The car ride home was very very bad.  We were both tripping pretty well and the previous scene had just shot both our brains into confusion.  He was mad that I wanted to leave so bad and so early, and I was mad because I thought the kids were trying to do me wrong.  He was the only one left to talk to so my mind convinced me that he was also up to no good.  We had very long and aggravating discussions and I'm sure neither of us at all understood what the other was talking about.

I thought he had been trying to steal from me. And I have not the first clue what he was thinking, probably that I was losing my mind and taking him down with me.  It is impossible to explain what was said but what I can conclude from what our friends told me long after the incident he thought I was ragging on him for being a bad person and being worthless when I was really just going off on some totally wack idea that he was trying to steal from me.  I wish I could convey my feelings better but it was like every little thing he said in response to my questions, sounded exactly like what someone who was trying to do me wrong would say.  And every thing he said just more and more confirmed and strengthened what I was thinking.

After a while when there was nothing more to be said I realized that the whole time we were freaking out on each other, (or I guess I was freaking on him).  We had never turned.  So I asked him, 'Do you even know where we are?'   'no'   'Do you know what direction we are heading?'    'No'    'What the Fuck are we gonna do now.''  I asked him to turn around and just head back the way he came but he just kept driving.

The sun was coming up and I thought it was about time we figured out were we were and started home.  Neither of us were in good humor and we just wanted to go home.  I told him to just stop, so he did, literally. On the side of the highway he pulled over and we both got out of the car.  Luckily there was some sort of building a very short ways up the road so we sat there and just tried to cool off and sort out our problems.

This was the first pleasant time in our whole journey. (I thought anyway).  He was laying on the ground and I was sitting next to him.  I think I realized that I was being a jerk so I tried to comfort him in anyway I could.  I don't exactly remember how we got on the subject but we started talking about drug addiction.  He told me he wanted help and I told him that I would try to help him.  I told him that together we could stop all the drug shit and make it together.   He hugged me.  I was cool with giving him as much emotional support he needed but, I pushed him away after a little bit when he wouldn't let go of me.  It made me very uncomfortable.  The next thing I know his eyes fill with tears and he smashes his cellular phone on the road and runs straight across the street into a corn field.  This bewildered me.

After that I figured I was right all along about him and I walked away. Which probably wasn't the thing to do, but with a head full of acid your mind can only take so much.  I though I knew what city we were in and I had a brother that lived there so I thought no matter how far away I was from his house I would just walk.  I found out I was dead wrong.  It became clear to me that we were right outside some very tiny town and I was no were near where I wanted to be.

There was something very wrong with a dog I encountered walking around.  At first he started ferociously barking at me, but it really didn't scare me.  I knew he was just acted tough and if I acted like he didn't bother me he would quit.  Luckily it worked.  He then followed me and would not go away.  Then I noticed something strange, nothing had happened to him but he was suddenly limping and whimpering.  I could tell he was trying to get me to follow him somewhere but when I didn't follow him he just kept following me. I thought that if this dog was trained to act hurt and lead people to, wherever he was trying to take me, there is something very very wrong with this little town and I had to get out of there ASAP.

I walked downtown, (the whole 4 blocks of it) and figured I had no where else to go so I just sat and watched the clouds move back and fourth.  A truck with some pretty friendly people were out and I told them I would give them as much money as it took to give me a ride to where I wanted to go.  They told me they couldn't because they had something to do but they brought me to some people who could.  When I got to the house it was probably about 6 in the morning and they told me I had to wait for some guy to come to give me a ride.

My mind was all screwed up from what had happened all night long so I was acting very weird towards these people.   Sitting outside of their house I saw an ambulance speed by and I thought, 'Oh shit someone spotted C in a cornfield freaking out!' So I went back in the house.  The guy finally came and gave me a ride 50 miles to where my brother lived.  When I got in his house, through a window, I woke up my brother and bitched at him until he gave me a ride another 70 miles to where my home was.  My brother had never seen me tripping before and that was very bad.

A couple days later my mom confronted me about my use of acid and I really didn't know what to say,  she found out from C's mom because C ended up in an emergency room after failed attempts to kill himself.  I didn't know what to think.  Then I heard all the crazy roomers going around about how I tried to talk this guy into killing himself.  That story made a couple enemies for me.  In conclusion I felt really bad about what happened and only me and C, actually know the truth about what happened that night.  I wish that we could be friends again but I think that night pretty much ruined our friendship forever.

I don't know what to say, LSD almost made one of my former good friends kill himself and I wish it never happened but it did.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10342

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 13, 2006	Views: 10,120

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6)


		 DOSE:

		 900 ug
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

On a cold December evening in 1971 I took two 450ug tablets of LSD-25 at around 7 pm. I had planned the trip for a couple of days with a friend, but after I took two hits (I couldn’t wait) he never showed up.

I was at a friend’s house sitting in his living room, about 20 to 30 minutes later. When four cinder blocks popped out of the walls and began spinning. I had taken several trips, but none that started this quickly. I also felt flushed, hot, and excited. My stomach was tight and my cheeks felt like they were burning. I could see every multi-colored red and green thread in my blue jeans. I sat in David’s room and talked to his sister for a while and listened to music. Everything was not only bright and colorful, but I felt uncontrollable urges to laugh, and kept having the feeling that time was flying past me. The music had come to be nothing more than white noise in the background as I explored the room.

At about an hour into the trip I felt euphoric, and was very interested in the rapidly changing world about me. David’s sister had been doing something with the record player, I don’t remember what but I suddenly had a shock when she said, ‘Man, you are flipping,’ and said I had been staring at the record player for about ten minutes. Still, I felt OK and was too engrossed in the high level of visual hallucination I was experiencing to even think that I had gone too far. I walked back to my house when David had to eat dinner. I crossed a park through knee deep fluorescent orange coils that sprang into the air with a twangy sound when I moved my feet…across the park I saw my mother and brothers getting out of the car. I had a sudden and intense attack of guilt.

It wasn’t ordinary guilt, it was all the sins of the world piled on my shoulders, because I had taken LSD. I saw our dog, ‘Luv’ and she raced across the park to greet me. I forgot about my sins and guilt as I looked at Luv, and I felt her compassion and love for me. I decided not to go home because I would ‘look too stoned’ I walked up the street aimlessly. This was about two hours into the trip. Overhead, the sky was filled with racing clouds and bolts of lightning, something like you might see in a depiction of how the sky looked on earth when life first crawled out of the sea. I had to urinate, so I stepped into an alley. As I did, I saw splotches of colors run out of a wall. I can distinctly see those colors in my mind, pink and black. I thought they were the most beautiful colors I had ever seen. They soon dissolved.

I went back to David’s house and he had finished eating. We went back to his room and I don’t remember much for the next hour or so. We listened to music, and he played guitar, but I can’t remember feeling or thinking anything. At 10 pm his mother said he had to go to bed. We went out to the yard and he told me to come back after his parents light went out. As we stood in the yard, he gave me some change, as I took the coins he told me to look at the plane flying over. As I looked up, I heard him say, What is that in your hand? I jerked my hand back because a silver and purple liquid had melted and was running out of my hand. As I did the coins fell out and David roared. I was beginning to think the trip was getting out of hand, and felt for the first time a high level of anxiety.

I looked out across the park, and suddenly from a bright spot in the darkness of a cluster of trees a white light raced towards me, engulfed me, and I felt an explosion of color and a bolt of electricity race through my body, as though I had been struck by lightning. The explosion of color was mostly red and silver, It was rather like a crystal shattering into a million pieces inside my brain. At that instant, I began to panic. David told me to calm down and come back and he’d help me. I started crying, I was experiencing the most intense fear I had ever experienced. I walked down the street and kept receiving explosions of shattering crystal in my Head, accompanied by the lightning bolts in my body. Everything was breathing heavily, moving and ‘real’ physical movement was followed by strobing trails of purple.

I had the feeling that I wasn’t really there in my body. I heard thousands of voices in my ears telling me, ‘Now you’ve done it! You are dying.’ Over and over I heard these voices. I saw a sign on a church that said, ‘What are you doing on earth, for Heaven’s sake?’ and was gripped by more fear. Every feeling, every sensation I experienced was negative and the most intense emotion I had ever experienced. I went to a phone booth and called the pastor of our church. I’m not sure if I dialed the right number, because all the pages of the phone book had come flying out and were floating around the booth. I did hear a voice, but I can’t remember the details.

The next few hours were spent walking up and down a street near the pastor’s house. I can’t begin to describe all the colors, emotions and sensations at this point. The underlying theme was religious, with the most intense fear of dying and a state of pure panic gripping me the whole time. I do remember the repeated bolts of lightning and shattering crystal. Each time a car passed, I would first hear the sound of the car as though it were driving over the keys of a huge piano. This would be accompanied by a brief and intense image of colored crystal forming, from which a white point would emerge, expand, and engulf me in an explosion of light that would shatter the crystal. The worst of it was the physical feeling of electric shock. As I felt the trip begin to release its grip, I started home.

Someone gave me a ride, a couple of old people that I remember scorned me about not attending church. My mother found out, in such a state of panic-stricken terror I entered the house, and my sister came out to screw with my mind a while. I was shaking uncontrollably and would not look at myself in the mirror. The worst was over by around 5 am. For the next two years, I couldn’t sleep, and was afraid of the dark. The reason was that when I turned off the lights I would hallucinate. I saw colors and patterns for years after that trip, and kept myself heavily sedated with alcohol or other drugs. The pure horror at that trip was enough to keep me from further serious attempts at LSD, though I did a little of the weaker stuff a few times after that. Some background; I had experienced two years of severe depression before that episode with the LSD. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was like being stuck in molasses. Years later I was diagnosed as bipolar. I dropped out of school a few months after that trip.

One note on the dosage. My mother had contacted the state police narc squad, and they came and gave her a little seminar about LSD. They told her at that time that the ‘white microdot’ samples they had obtained from the batch being sold in town had been sent and tested at around 450ug of LSD, and that many kids had been to the hospital because of intense experiences. Even at that time, late 1971, strong acid was getting scarce. Certainly none of the other LSD I took--white lightning, Orange Sunshine, Windowpane, or Mr. Natural--where anywhere near the strength of that microdot. They weren’t in the same ballpark, league, or even on the same planet.

Exp Year: 1971	ExpID: 41534

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 29, 2006	Views: 106,939

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LSD (2) : Depression (15), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Bad Trips (6), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 hit
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   85 kg

After researching alot on the effects achieved when on LSD I finally came up with the balls to try it, as I was always worried about becoming a headcase. Myself and 3 of my closest mates decided to try it at the schoolies festival. Which is the giant week long party that occurs every year in every state as year 12’s complete their final exams. My self and my best friends had rented a house for the week and planned to drink ourselves into submission as well as do MDMA and meth (that we had used throughout out our high school lives). But wanting to do a hallosigenic we reserved a day and night to forfill our curiosity. I had bought the blotters from a dealer from school who told me to be careful as they were pretty potent. We stored them in an air tight jar in the kitchen and decided to take them on the 4th day of the festival.

The day soon arrived and we woke up amped for the experience to begin. We all took a tab each at about 4pm just after lunch. J and myself decided to sit outside and smoke a few cones before the acid kicked in. After the first hit from the bong I called it quits and went back in side. It had only been about 30 minutes since we dropped the LSD, I began to feel a little strange. I began to see trails from my mates walking round the room. I told them that I was beginning to feel it, they were asking me what it was like as it had not kick in for them yet. We all sat down on the porch and waited for the effects to really begin. About 5 minutes after I first started seeing trails from people I noticed the trails for everything as I turned my head. The way I can describe it is that it was like a photo being taken with a camera with a slow shutter speed, as you move the camera the light blurrs and you get a photo that looks kinda like what I was seeing.

About 1 hour after we dropped the acid I wanted to go for a walk. J was up for it but the other two just wanted to sit there. So me and J left not knowing where we were going, we just decided to keep walking. We were walking for what seemed like 15 minutes when an old friend from primary school recognized me. She ran up and gave me a big hug and started talking about something. I remember looking into her sunglasses and seeing my self in the lenses and think that this is what she is looking at. She kinda realized that I wasn’t listening to a word that she was saying and my mind was drifting she asked me what I was on.

This question confused me as I was stuck with the image of in primary school. I said something like you’re too young to be talking bout drugs. She laughed and put her number in my phone and asked me to call her tomorrow. We departed and J and I continued on our journey to the unknown destination. We kept walking and we were starting to peek. We passed a large gum tree that was growing through the pavement. J and I sat down and stared at this for what only seemed like a minute. I remember looking at the trunk that had cracked the pavement and thinking that the tree was trying to grow but the pavement was holding it back. I was saying to myself be free, be free.

Until I looked over at J who was lying on his stomach looking at a trail of ants walk along the path. I joined him and asked him what he was doing, before I could finish what I was saying though he cut me off saying shhhh, you’ll scare them away. I have no idea how long we were there for but when we got up we noticed it was really dark and apart from the sound of distant music it was pretty quiet as well.

We walked and walked through the dark streets not caring where we were or where we were going. We came to an oval where we lay down about 4 hours after dropping. I remember wanting to be surrounded in nature. I was rolling around on the grass, the feeling of the grass was strange and I suddenly felt like I was crushing the grass and holding it back from living like the concrete was to the tree, so I tried to think my weight away so I would no longer be crushing the grass.

I was suddenly floating off the ground. It was the most amazing experience of my life I was actually floating. I do not know how long I was in this levitating state for but I only came out of it when a group of kids our age came walking across the oval. I heard a whooshing sound that sounded like they were doing nitrous. I call out to them and they came over. It was amazing I had never met these 3 guys before but we got along so well they were just on their way to a party and asked us if we wanted to come.

They kept talking about something I kinda drifted away which was when I spotted the penguin in their hand (my name for a whipped cream dispenser). They must have seen me looking at it cause they soon asked me if I wanted to hit it. This question puzzled me as I thought did I want to hit it, but they started preparing it for me anyway. I sucked in the sweet air and it reminded me of year 10 when I first tried it. I could feel it build up in me and as I exhaled it, time and matter really started to distort. I fell onto my back and my mind was taken away. I felt no body I was only a pair of eyes being propelled up into the sky. I was speeding along at unimaginable speeds and traveled past stars galaxies and colourful clouds.

I don’t now how long I was out of it for but as I returned it was like someone had hit the rewind button and everything ran backwards until I was back lying on my back. I opened my eyes to these strange people looking over me. One said “where do you think he is right now” that was when I sat up and could not say a word. I looked back up at the sky and say the band of stars that made up the rim of the Milky Way. The stars looked so ‘alive’ they just seemed so bright and as I looked at them I became aware of the fact that I was looking out of our world and into another. I was looking into the infinity, looking into space. This blew my mind and every time I look at the stars now I still think of that experience.

The guys must have left because when I came back to the acid reality I was alone. J had left me as well, but I felt good about being alone as I believed that the reason the acid was fading was because all of the living things around me were drawing it out of me, in order to balance knowledge out again. The acid state of mind is an unnatural state to be in so to restore me to normal my surroundings will suck the experience out of me. I came to the conclusion that the bigger the living thing the more of the experience it can take from me and as I was only surrounded by small blades of grass and no people so it will take a while to return me to normal. This I a pretty fuck up view of an acid trip but at the time it seemed plausible.

I started walking until I came to a lake, on the banks of the lake I found a wooden boat and thought it would be a good idea to spend the rest of the trip in the middle of the lake looking up at the stars. So I jumped in the boat and drifted around. Not long after I got in the boat it began to get really windy and it soon started to rain. The boat was being blown around and I thought I was going to die, I was playing my life through my mind and I heard the song thirty three by the smashing pumpkins. The next thing I knew I was in the water and sinking. I was in a peaceful state and wasn’t scared of dieing; I accepted my fate and believed I was going to a better place. I truly believed that I was going to discover the meaning of it all. THEN I WAS DEAD. I traveled through space with images of random times in my life being played like a slideshow. And then black.

The next thing I remember is hearing birds; I was in a dreamy state and believed that I was in a new life. I sat up only to see that I was in a sand pit in a park somewhere. It was one of the strangest moments of my life I was convinced that I had died that night. I looked around to see the lake but saw nothing but grass, trees and a play ground in the park. Dazed and confused I made my way to the road where kids were walking around everyone giving me a strange look as they passed me. I looked at my singlet and saw that it was covered in vomit. I had not noticed it before and I took it off and through it on the ground. Luckily it was schoolies and there were people walking around in board shorts and bikinis so I didn't stand out. I was walking down the road back to our house replaying the events of the night back through my head. I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that I had died. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about the experience I had.

I made my way back to the house, and as soon as I walked through the door I knew something was wrong. I walked into the bathroom and saw the mirror was smashed and there was blood on the floor. I walked through the house and realized that it had been trashed. There was glass everywhere, and there was blood on the walls of the bathroom. I called P who was on of my friends who stayed at home, he picked up the phone and told me that he was at the hospital, that D had flipped out last night and went through the house smashing all the windows in the house as he saw evil in his reflection. I grabbed a shirt, jumped on my bike and rode to the hospital to see P and D sitting in the lobby talking to a doctor. I asked what happened and the doctor said that D had a bad trip. I looked at D and he was pale and shaking, he had a bandage around his hand where he smashed the mirror. P said that our parents were on their way coming to pick us up.

This all happened 2 months ago and D is almost back to normal. I haven’t been allowed to see P yet cause his parents have kept him home, but I have spoken to him on the phone a couple of times, he won't talk about his trip, I guess it was really bad. I’ve only told my girlfriend about what happened to me that night how I died in a lake. She made me promise that I wouldn’t do LSD again, but I don’t think I would anyway because of what happened to D.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47225

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 8, 2007	Views: 19,838

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Alright, This is my recaliction of my first LSD Trip ever. My past drug history includes, marijuana, alcohol, dimenhydrinate, and hydrocodone.

I had been reading about acid, and wanting to try it for about a year, until recently when I met a friend who is able to get ahold of acid really easily. Anyways, I was finally in possesion of what he called the most 'potent' blotter that he ever had, and he is a full-blown acid head, so I knew this must be good. He said it was made from Silver Crystal, which is said to be 90+% pure. So he knew this blotter was at least 150UG or more.

[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.]

The Following is my notes as it happened, well at least until it kicked in. Thats were I have to recall all of the things that happened.

9:40 - Fly Paper Blotter Acid, Place on Tounge - 1 Hit

9:48 - Of Course, No Effects Yet, Listening to Some Grateful Dead

9:57 - Anixous Feeling Surroundeds Me, Feeling Great

10:05 - Body Energy, Anticipation, Not Tripping

10:16 - Same

10:23 - Still Same

10:31 - Life Is Good, Still No Visuals

10:45 - Watching the Beatles Yellow Submarine. Getting Pissed off, It still hasn't

kicked in. Anticipation is overwhelming.

11:05 - I think I got taken, this stuff isn't working.

11:06 - Laying Down, Watching Yellow Submarine Still.

11:15 - As soon as I stood up, The outer world had completely changed. Nothing is the same as it used to be.

11:16 - Painting of Flowers in a vase on my wall is swaying, from side to side. The Flowers blooming and unblooming. The Carpet is breathing, with waves flowing through it. Walls are breathing. Everything has life. This is truely beautiful.

11:22 - Totally immersed in this new world. Everything is breathing together. Flowers on couch are spreading and reaching towards the ceiling, blooming with immense form. Amazing.

11:30 - Time displacement is insane.

11:31 - Tracers, lots of tracers.

Ok After this point, I can only remember certain things. So Yea, In no real order did these things happen.

Eventually after watching the ceiling move in waves as if it were an ocean while watching the insane tracers of my hands moving and things I threw in the air for about a half hour, I Decided to get up and walk around the room to see what new visions I could discover throughout my bedroom. I walked around and began a mental conversation with the floor. Not talking out loud at all, just thinking in it's direction, and it answered my questions with indentations in the carpet.

Next I began looking at yet another painting, this one melted and swirled at an insane rate of speed. I couldn't believe it, everything I ever wanted to happen when I tried acid, happened. The carpet was now swaying as if it were tall grass in the wind. Then it began to swirl and melt. I then needed to go to the bathroom and take a crap. This was quite the adventure. Everything in the bathroom had life, the floor, the sink, the shower, the cabinets, the walls, the decor. I attemped to read a magazine while sitting on the toliet, but to no avail, I couldn't concentrate on anything but the outside world that was so beautiful.

For the next half hour or so I basically layed on my bed just looking around the room at the intense visuals. This was at 1am. I got paranoid all of a sudden that my parents might get up and come in. So I turned off my light. Layed in bed, and put some Grateful Dead on in my CD Player so I could lay there, and not make any noise or wake anyone up. The Music was soooooo beautiful, the sounds meshed togethor and the stories were acted out right in from of my eyes.

This is were the deep thoughts began. Not the scary deep thoughts that some people expeirence. Rather deep thoughts that make you realize how lucky you are and how proud you should be to have the chance to trip. I thought of everything, everything beautiful, nature, my girlfriend, and music. I began a mental conversation with myself on the possibility that there is a god (I am a pretty strict atheist). Then soon enough that idea was negated as I thought about the TRUE scientific reason how we got here, and everything.

I had intense visuals. Now in my bedroom I had some lights on, the light on my monitor, my clock, these type of things. All of a sudden when I began thinking about the existence of man, the room became totally black, then it hit, the Big Bang Theory was re-enacted. I was part of the universe, I was floating with the rest of the planets, and eventually I became a small organism, a bacterial life-form on earth. As time progressed I had formed into a mushroom. I was a mushroom. I started thinking about my girlfriend. Now another mushroom was part of the scence. It was her. Our roots became intwined and we were unseperatable. Then we grew from the mushrooms into humans, locked into each others arms. This was truely amazing, and made me appreciate my life.

At about 2:30 I just wanted the trip to end. Well not the trip to end, but I wanted to sleep. I layed there with my eyes closed for awhile, realizing I'm not going to be sleeping tonight. I opened my eyes and everything was shrinking. Then the room began swirling and melting into me, like a whirlpool type effect. Then I melted into my bed, and then all of a sudden I was back in my room, everything normal again. I looked at the clock and the numbers were switching places, and shadows were still changing and moving and changing shaped. I closed my eyes, and laid there, listening to Built to Spill CD's.

3:30 - The comedown was intensely fast. The LSD world just stopped, and the old world came back. No visuals, nothing left. I feel really weird.

After that I attemped to sleep, but to no avail. I ended up just getting out of bed and eating breakfast. Then I felt empty, tired, lifeless. This soon passed, but my body was physically worn out, yet my mental state was better than ever before. I hadn't slept in some 30 hours. The rest of my day went by really fast, I eventually went to bed at around midnight, It had been 42 hours since I slept. I slept like a baby.

In the end, LSD really changed my life, I realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life that I have, and how life is good. I felt like I had the expierence of seeing the world as It really is, an expierence few will ever have. I feel like a better person now. Wait no, I know I'm a better person now.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 27027

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 22, 2007	Views: 8,337

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Relationships (44), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 0.3333 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 kg

I shall relate in as much detail as I can remember the thoughts, feelings, events and hallucinations that made up a recent LSD adventure.

The night began with the taking of the little piece of paper. For the day and night before hand I had been feeling what I could only describe as cravings, I hadn't done acid for quite awhile and had never felt this kind of feeling before, except now the possibility of taking it again was about to be realised. The craving was for the tingling sensation that you get when the drug begins to work its wily ways. This is when you know you have taken something more interesting than a run of the mill brain solvent.

An early adventure included a walk to the service station. It was only to gain emergency supplies but several concepts were thought up that proved useful for the rest of the evening. Such as the concept of practical n, that is when talking about something occuring for all numbers, you normally say 'for any n'. Well we had 'for any practical n' meaning something would occur for any number that was practical in context. Various logical dilemmas were discovered but brushed under the rug.

Things started slowly as we waited for the drug to take effect. We watched TV, we laughed alot as the drug took hold. Once we started to feel the effects we decided to go for a walk. We eventually lay on a golf course, staring up at the stars. Space seemed so much more viable, it wasn't just a painting stuck in the sky. At this point we made the commitment to take another tab each. More than one tab was uncharted waters for me, so the new adventure did seem quite alluring. A noted piece of humour came from trying to walk like zombies back to the house, that is by dragging one foot behind you. The natural progression was to prove that ambidexterous zombies are real zombies too, that is by being able to drag either leg behind you on command.

After taking the second tab each, one fellow addled person and I decided to go for a long walk. This walk encompassed much distance. We found underneath a bridge a strangely lit area with strange spiked leaved plants. The light was blue and red where all the other lights in the area where white. Our walk took us to the thriving lights and sounds of the city. We made our way up and back through the heart of the meat market district, the concerns of rampant procreation seemed so irrelevant from our lofty vantage point.

Lollypop in mouth and with my bare-footed companion, we floated past so many whos aims in life seemed so trivial. Females with vomit dripping out of their mouths, buff fuckwits posing underneath balconies and the worse of all, strutting sluts. The strutting slut of which I speak, was making her way down the road robed in a short skirt and scanty uppertop, strutting along to a song coming from a nearby car. This was fashion show style exaggeration. It wasn't just our perceptions being fucked with, this was actually happening. Our journey ended with my companion getting a slightly wounded foot and him and I slowly making our way back home, several hours after we had left.

A sidenote on the walk, I was feeling unbelievably good. The state of mind that I was in felt 'perfect', as if it always should be that way.

On arrival home, we decided to take the last tab we had left. Between three of us this meant a third each. Two and a third tabs were buzzing through our systems, we were thinking the first one might be wearing off but once we sat down, turned on music and decided to partake in a contest of wills to see who could smoke the most bucket bongs, the world flipped.

I like to think of taking a tab as 'flirting with the psychadelic goddess', but the more you flirt the more she responds until eventually she becomes a high-maintenance girlfriend that just wont let go. This is what the trip became like. The brain candy was unbelievable, but the pace and frequency of the doses were incessant. I shall now give various snippets of some of the things I was percieving.

As reality slipped away, I began to have concerns about not coming back. I could see myself waking up in a mental hopsital or something. The mental image of me sitting on a bed in some white austere room somewhere then suddenly shrank and duplicated itself in a spiral pattern slowly getting smaller as the images spiralled 'into' my vision. This is with my eyes closed. These images then became black and white with flashes of bright primary colours in place of the white at different times. Most of what was going on behind closed eyes is too hard too describe properly, but it involved alot of bright colours and geometric patterns. Some more examples include certain patterns or images have a particular kind of texture, say furry, then slowly warping into a hard, shiny version of the same thing. A recurring theme was also travelling through mental tunnels that consisted off strangely shaped or patterned supports. Things like pink, indian temple style architecture adorning the sides of an endless tunnel.

Opened eyes also saw things. Looking down a corridor I saw an open closet door and just past it another open closet door, except it looked exactly like the mirror image of it. So for a long period of time I was convinced the corridor ended in a mirror. In the same corridor at one juncture in time, I began to feel a very deep sense of forboding and the walls and doorways all began to transform into thin, crackly-hard demons that lay in wait to leap out at me. I needed to travel through the area. The walls throbbed and swayed and slowly constricted around me, the doorways becoming rounded and small, the walls closing in on all sides. The only slightly sobering tool we had was turning on the light, but even doing this wasn't always enough to keep the psychadelic goddess at bay, for even a brief moment.

The bookcase was melting. The blue paper mache penguin with interal christmas lights that flicked on and off in various patterns was creating an interesting ambience in the darkened room which let the brain play visual tricks. The bookcase started to convulse and pinch as if being smeared and being made of rubber. A particular shelf of books kept melting. The books all dripped into each other but then become whole again in an endless loop. Later on, this same bookcase became a large metal square creature, with the highlights that made the body stand out being particualy light shaded books in the bookcase. Hard to explain, and this was way after the rest of the things Im about to relate.

Another memory is of standing infront of a paper mache Virgin Mary, adorned with hazard symbols and a gas mask. Standing there, my vision became simply a huge 'scape' of glittering multi-coloured fractal patterns made out of diamonds.

After a long time, things eventually gained some normality, but it was a long time into the next day before I could truely feel 'free' from the goddess' grasp. Even in the curse of daylight, the ground was convulsing as if affected by an earthquake. It was good to know that I was half-sane and not in a psychiatric ward somewhere ;)

I leave out much, but only so much makes any sense without context. The title comes from the one thing I can remember telling myself in the middle of reality loss.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 24593

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 23, 2007	Views: 5,399

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1), Hangover / Days After (46), Entities / Beings (37), Difficult Experiences (5)


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

		   T+ 0:20
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 glass
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

I had been tinkering with the idea of taking acid for a while, months actually. I was no stranger to alcohol or pot, and have done percocet and adderal before. I tried shrooms once and loved it, so when my friend got some acid I eagerly bought some. He had taken some and said it was really good stuff compared to what he has had before.

Some background info: I'm 21 and it was my senior year of college at a major university. I did plenty of research on it, and talked to some friends who have done it before, it was a long time in the making. The statement 'you don't find acid, acid finds you' is 100% truthful. My mindset at the time was very positive and free thinking. I had made Dean's List for Spring semester, had a decent GPA and resume, and was just chilling out for the summer in a college town I had grown to love. I knew I was heading into the real world of a job and bills, and that worried me a little, but I was ready to take a vacation from myself and enjoy the day. I had recently gotten bored of the constant drinking, and it had been about 4 months since I had last bought pot, which consumed a large part of my junior year.

It was a beautiful, sunny July Sunday. I was waiting for my friend Sophie to get home from work so we could drop it and go to a gigantic lawn on campus that overlooks downtown as well as campus. I had my first shrooming experience with Sophie, so I knew the trip would be a good time. I went to Sophies at around 3 p.m. and we each dropped a hit and started walking towards campus with a blanket. I had my MP3 player. We stopped at a convenience store, the world cup was on, and got two bottles of water. We made it to the lawn and had an incredible view. We were surrounded my trees, camouflaged almost, but could see the throngs of people walking downtown as well as campus. We could even see the outline of the mountains in the distance.

Sophie had brought her bowl and some pot so we decided to smoke while waiting for the effects to kick in. It had been 20 minutes since we took the acid.  We talked for a little while about post college plans and such and I went off to find a bathroom. When I came back Sophie said she was starting to feel it and so was I. It took about 50 minutes to kick in and when it did, boy was it fun.

The first effects made me take notice of all the surroundings I usually took for granted. Nature was captivating. I said to Sophie, 'I feel like I should be doing something, like being productive.' She said, 'This is what you're supposed to be doing.' We just laid there. I was listening to my MP3 player and it was the most amazing experience I have had. It was like hearing every song for the first time again. Every string, clash, whisper, I could hear it all. I was fascinated.

After listening to music for an hour or so Sophie and I had a long, giggling conversation about nothing. I commented that it would be inconvenient for someone to mow the grass right now. Besides the auditory pleasures I found that I could transform objects into anything I wanted. I was staring at leaves and watching a battle, making a T-Rex climb a tree. At this point, because she drank heavily the night before, Sophie vomited. This was the low point of the trip. I realized that while on LSD, the slightest thing can alter your whole mindstate, you can fall from euphoria in an instant.

We moved about 2 feet from our original spot to get away from the vomit and it was as though we had moved 30,000 miles away. Everything looked completely different. It was beautiful. We chilled for another 2 hours or so, sharing a headphone apiece listening to music and talking. Sophie felt sick so I walked her back to her place and went back to mine. At this point I was coming down so I called my friend Dante to see what he was doing, sure enough he had dropped acid around the same time I had and was right near my house.

Dante came over and we decided to go to a bar and have a beer. It was an interesting experience, we both pretty much just observed human interaction, which can be very amusing. After our beers we parted ways and I went back to my place and took a much needed shower. LSD made me feel extremely dirty, it's as though I realized that I AM AN ANIMAL, that I am not that different from a tiger or a squirrel. I chilled out, watched the TV and tried to fall asleep which proved to be a tough battle.

Overall I was very pleased with the way things turned out. LSD made me appreciate the world a lot more and made me realize that you shouldn't worry about every little thing, that life runs on a path and you'll be OK. We were right there on that blanket for everyone to see, yet we were worlds away at the same time. A 'good' trip is what you make it.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 55653

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 26, 2007	Views: 7,020

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

To begin, I would like to express the circumstances surrounding my initial interest in LSD. Throughout my high school years I had experimented with just about everything, except for the rare and elusive LSD. See where I come from, the stuff is near impossibly to get your hands on so I spent a great deal of time trying to make the proper contacts in attempts to get ahold of it. I had a few friends that shared my enthusiasm, and who were also trying to acquire it. I never had the chance to try it, I graduated from High School and went off to the Navy. I spent a total of six monthes training before I was allowed leave, to go home and see my family before going overseas for duty for a year.

I arrived home, and did the usual things that a sailor who hasn't been home in 6 monthes would do. I partied. I neglected to spend time with my two best friends, which I have come to regret, because this experiance drew us alot closer, at least I feel as though it has somehow brought us to the same level.

This is how it began. I woke up in the morning feeling refreshed after sleeping all day, after a long night of partying with friends the night before. See this day was my last full day home, before being shipped out overseas for a long year of navy life. My two best friends called me, its sort of sad but I hadn't spent any time with them my entire time on leave, I sort of took them for granted. But they made contact with me and sure enough when I answered the phone they said 'look outside' I did, and there they were, giving me the finger yelling to get dressed. I hurried and got dressed and we piled in the car and headed to their apartment about a 20 minute drive away. The whole time in the car, I was wondering what they had planned, because they knew this was my last day, before leaving again, and I knew it was something special.

We arrived at the apartment, and the setting was somewhat different from what I last remember of it. Everything was a little more organized, less trashy, and more of a mellow relaxed atmosphere. We kinda screwed around for a bit, joking, talking, relaxing, when they both turned to me. They said, 'Now, we know you've been trying to get ahold of this for a long time,' and before they could finish I screamed ACID!!! at the top of my lungs, completely excited that these two knuckleheads had suceeded where I had not. They actually got the acid. We settled down for a bit, and each started off with two hits a piece. We decided that before it kicked in we were going to go visit some friends at my old work.

Work was strange, because when I got there, I definately noticed a change. I was smiling uncontrolably, and trying to hide the fact that I had a great body high, and wanted nothing more than to laugh out loud and just smile in everyones face like a ridiculess clown. But I resisted being that I was just back from the navy and I had that whole thousand yard stare going, only with a huge smile. I noticed the feelings became different, when my old co-workers began talking about the dangers of where I was heading, and they warned me all the horrible things that could happen. Thats when I noticed the real change. I could feel what they were saying, I mean it freaked me a little bit, made me nervous like I was being backed into a corner, so I quickly gave everyone the 'Yeah yeah gotta go' speach, and made my way to the car, where we headed back to the peaceful apartment.

Upon arriving, my two friends left me once again and headed downstairs. I remained upstairs, just sort of smoking enjoying the feeling, and relaxing in a very comfortable beanbag chair. I was looking at a Jenna Jameson poster on the wall, and it looked like a slight breeze was blowing on it. Then I noticed the windows were closed. That is when I said to myself, 'I've been waiting far too long for this.' I smiled and relaxed and enjoyed the body high. When my friends returned they were toting 3 bags each containing a 10 strip of acid blotters. It was amazing, I knew we were in for a hell of a day.

We each took another hit or two, and hung out and we sort of migrated from room to room, looking at everything, playing with the shades, the lights, all of which produced splendid visuals. By now I was seeing tails on everything that moved, mostly my hands, if I waved them in front of my face I couldn't see anything. I had alot of fun with that, fooling around and raving with glowsticks on acid is alot of fun. It got my blood pumping and made me feel really good. At one point, we were in my other friends room, and he had a light, that sort of looked like one of those tongue rings with the multi-colored spikes, but it looked different, it looked like some sort of molecular matter floating through time and space, it was magnificent. If any of you have seen the video game Metroid, that is what it looked like, except it had spikes. It seemed to be just floating there moving all over the place, like a sea-sponge or something. It was really cool.

By this time I had taken at least 2-3 more hits. I sat around smoking cigaretts, and admiring the smoke that twirled around the room, I blew O's that floated around and also peaked my imagination, all of the smoke looked like tribal art just floating in the sky. Everything I looked at was pure beautiful art. I wanted nothing more than just to stay there forever admiring all the beauty in the world.

I started to think deep thoughts, weird thoughts. Thoughts about the world, religion, and philosophy. It was interesting how clear I was thinking, and how everything just made sense. I felt peaceful, I felt like I belonged. I started to remember this book I read by Tom Wolfe called the Electric Koolaid Acid Test. I remember how one of the Merry pranksters thought he could control his trip with his mind. So I thought hey, maybe I could too. I took my last hit of acid, and sat in the corner in a dark room, looking at the metroid floating in the sky. I held my hand up and clentched my fist. I saw colors on the ceiling, it looked like a city on the ceiling, a whole entire civilization of lights was growing on the ceiling! I thought real hard and I was controlling the colors that I saw on the ceiling, before long I noticed that my hand was clentched into a fist, and the red colors that I thought were lights from the imaginary civilization were actually blood squirting from my hand. I knew it was just me, so I let it pass, and I migrated to the next room, were everyone was gathered smoking weed. I couldn't be there because of navy drug tests, so I went into the room with the Jenna Jameson posters, and sat down.

I began to think about the fact that the following afternoon I would be on a plain heading overseas for an entire year. I became very sad, and started to cry, I was scared. I called for my friend and he came in, and I just couldn't stop crying. I remember saying 'Leave it to us, to get me high on acid the day before I go overseas for a year.' I didn't want to leave. Me and my friend talked about depression, and people, friends, and all sorts of things. I felt better. He went to go finish smoking pot, and I laid down and looked at the wall.

The closer I looked at the wall the stranger it seemed. There was a giant bulge in the wall, like a cluster. The closer I paid attention to it, the more different it became, but somehow it turned into a skull and crossbones, bulging out of the wall. I got up out of the bed and sat down on a chair, and turned on some sublime, hoping that it would ease my tention. It did and I sat there just staring at the floor, eventually I noticed my forearm, it looked really weird. I looked at my skin and it began to bubble, and I could see hairs growing and falling out. The other strange thing I noticed was the words, some foreign language was written in my veins, flowing through my body. I tried to read them but it was no language I had ever seen before.

After that we all converged in one room and decided to watch a movie to get our minds off the trip and just sort of relax and come down. We all sat and relaxed, and I felt alot more at ease. The room was warm, and I felt very close to everyone in the room. That was my pack, my group, my true friends. The non-family members that I loved and would do anything for. I felt like I belonged. That night I got no sleep at all, my stomach was in a not the entire next day. It was the hardest thing leaving those friends after that experiance. I've though about it every day since than, and cannot get it out of my head. I feel like I'm completely alone, and that me and my friends were drawn very close together through that experiance. In some ways I feel we are all on the exact same frequency now.

All together, it was an experiance that I will never forget, I enjoyed it thoroughly, and wouldn't change it for the world. I look forward to my next experiance with LSD, and or any other phsycoactives. I feel it has opened me up to many ideas, and it has helped me to become a more open person.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 40653

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 8, 2007	Views: 6,265

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LSD (2) : Relationships (44), Personal Preparation (45), First Times (2), Military (48)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

The night begins with my girlfriend K coming over to my house.  We eat dinner and head over to my friend A’s new place.  The plan was for everyone to do mushrooms.  I had previously done 1 hit of LSD on Monday, which didn’t do much for me.  So I decided to up the dosage to 3 hits.  Being my second time ever taking LSD, I found that 3 hits was quite sufficient to push me over the threshold.

We arrive at A’s place and chill with her, K, and D at around 8:30.  Now, I had already purchased my acid the day before so I was prepared, but my friends had left it until the last minute to purchase their mushrooms so we had wait until almost 10:30 until we finally got the call back from our somewhat reliable dealer.  D and I left to pickup the mush from the dealer and I dropped the acid as soon as we left, seeing as I had to work the next morning at 11:30.  We arrive back at around 11pm, D dropped 4 grams, and K dropped 2 grams along with A.

From about 11-11:30 I can feel the acid start to come on, and get the same edgy feeling I got last time I dropped it.  My stomach didn’t hurt at all this time, I’m assuming that is because I spit out the blotter after I had finished sucking on it instead of swallowing them.

At almost exactly 11:30 the full effects of the acid came on.  I could not stop smiling and my friends began to notice that I was quite giddy.  Now by this time, D and A knew that I had dropped the acid, but I had not told my girlfriend K so I couldn’t talk about my feelings or the acid very openly.  In the living room where we spent most of the night there is a lizard cage, which has 2 red lights for sleeping.  I was constantly attracted to these lights and the color was just incredible. I had a hard time not staring straight into the brightest part of the light bulb.  After a while with the lights I decided to get up and check out the lizard.  This was a little dragon looking type lizard and had two independently moving eyes.  I watching him looking around and staring at me.  I swear I could read his mind thinking, “WTF are you looking at you freak go sit down.” At this point I almost fell to the floor laughing my ass off but kept control of myself so that I wouldn’t get busted by my girlfriend.

After sitting back down I was still thinking about his eyes and tried to move my own eyes independently.  To me it seemed like I was successful in doing this but I’m sure I was only going cross-eyed.  My friends had popped in a Shark’s tale.  The main fish made friends with a shark and began to tell the world that he was a shark slayer and that all fish and sharks should make peace.  I don’t know whether this was the real plot of the movie but at the time it seemed like an adventure of epic proportions.

My friend A invited over 3 friends, which were acquaintances of mine.  Now let me tell you these women are very loud and talk very fast under normal conditions.  Now when they are drinking and talking extremely fast, and I’m quite fucked on 3 hits of acid, all I could hear coming out of their mouths were BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. Now if I did not have pretty good control of my brain, these women would have drove me completely insane.  The movies helped as I could get into them and ignore the women completely.

Whenever I heard something interesting come up in conversation, or one of my REAL friends said something to me I would look away from the movie.  But, not wanting to miss any of the movie, I continued to listen to the movie and look at my friends while they were talking.  Now, whatever any of the people in the movie were saying, it seemed to come out of my friends mouths, not the TV.  It was extremely hard to communicate and I had to listen intently and concentrate on ignoring the movie to even understand what they said, let alone answer them coherently.

After a while I got bored with the movies and began to just stare at random things throughout the room.  I found that I could use my mind and alter whatever I was looking at.  There was a stack of movies on a bookshelf over the TV and it seemed that the titles of the movies were wandering onto other DVD cases.  I could look over at any of my friends at any time and do anything with their faces.  I played with the concept of beauty in my mind and found I could adjust their faces to make them either better looking or uglier.  I could make their noses longer and make their ears bigger.  I could change the color of their eyes as I was looking at them and even the color of their hair sometimes.  I was quite enjoying this until they began to notice that I was staring at them a little too much so I decided that it would be a good time to stop.

From then on I decided not to look at them at all unless they were talking, so as not to seem weird or anything.  The roof of the living room was a plain white but it had minor stucco bumps sticking out of them.  These bumps seemed like they were moving up the wall and away from the TV.  The entire roof was moving in complete rhythm in a pulse –stop – pulse – stop type motion.

All of the “real life” visuals that I got through the night were strong, but overall I would say that the colors and closed eye patterns were much more intense. I could look at any given color in the room and I could see what colors it was made up of.  For example I could look at the red lizard light and see not only red but also green and blue.  Every room / section of a room seemed to have its own color scheme.  Either Red and Yellow, or Blue and Green, or Red and Blue, or any other random combination, which seemed to be constantly changing through out the night. The closed eyes visuals were the most intense of all.

I went to the washroom intent on taking a quick piss and then back out to watch the movie.  After waiting a minute or two for the piss to want to come out, I decided I needed a break from the talking women and just chill by myself in the bathroom for a minute.  I sat on counter and closed my eyes, wow.  Not only was this a full spectrum geometric light show, but also it never EVER got old.  It was constantly changing from hexagons to combinations of hexagons and polygons and hundreds of other shapes that I can’t put names to.  I went out of the washroom after what seemed like a couple minutes, but apparently I was in there for at least 20 minutes.

After this the annoying women FINALLY left.  And my friends began to ask how I was feeling and to describe how I felt to them.  Words at this time seemed so useless and utterly inadequate at describing anything that was going on.  The best explanation that I could think of was to say that If I had a fish bowl full of water and put it in front of my face and looked through it, that is how my vision would be.  After saying this I realized how true was.  It was like being able to draw a circle around the center of my vision, which I could totally focus and be able to see moderately well.  Outside of this field of vision everything was fuzzy.  My peripheral vision was the worst it had ever been in my entire life.

My hand eye co-ordination was also quite off as well.  Despite this I felt like I was constantly flexing my fists and felt that if I was attacked by someone at that point (not that it could ever happen) that I would be able to defend myself.  Maybe that was just my over confident mindset but I still felt fully capable.

All in all I’d say it was a good experience.  I know there are a lot of things that I saw that night that I left out.  The fact is that what I was seeing was changing so fast that I had a hard time understanding what I are seeing enough to even describe it in the first place.  And by the time I start to describe it, its already totally different.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 41250

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 8, 2007	Views: 8,013

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


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

		   T+ 1:30
		 1.0 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 5:00
		 2 shots
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   210 lb

EXPERIENCE LEVEL AT THE TIME OF THE TRIP: marijuana (daily, chronic user), LSD (4 trips), mushrooms (5), XTC (7 times)

I believe I have to add something from me here, so that others can read and think for themselves :-) but I am writing this not only for the others to see but also for me - to get it off my chest and to be able to come to terms with that was the by far SCARIEST experience of my life. It might be lengthy but it is MY story so I will try to give you the most accurate report.

OK, now for some introduction- (dating back to 1998)

I live in Poland, am 23 at the moment. It wasn't until after my 18th birthday when I began experimenting with drugs. I went on winter holidays with my friends. Until then, I only drank beer and vodka and that's it. I didn't even smoke cigarettes. During our 7-day stay in Austria, my friends convinced me to smoke some pot. I thought 'What the heck?' and tried it. I didn't feel much the first time, but eventually I loved that shit :-) and after about 1 year of occasional smoking I have developed a habit of daily smoking which lasts until now. :-)

### 4 years later ###

I have a girlfriend, Mary (she was 22 at the time), whom I love and care for. We went through a lot together. It is January. Mary's parents decided to visit their friends and we had an empty house for ourselves, except for Mary's younger brother who was 17, for like 7-8 hours until we had to drive to get them back from the party which was on the outskirts of our city (this is important, will be explained later). Because I had some acid we decided to drop it that day and drive for Mary's parents after it comes down.

OK, so it was about 16:00 when we split the blotter in half and held it under our tongues. Mary's brother picked up some friends of his (3 guys of his age). He doesn't smoke weed, doesn't do any drugs, only alcohol. So they bought some cheap liquor and started drinking.

Mary invited some of her friends, but nobody showed up until 17:00 when only a couple came (Michael &amp; Dorothy). OK, so until like 17:30 nothing was really happening. We had a laugh here and there, but no visual no trippy thoughts no nothing. Being a chronic heavy weed smoker :-) I proposed smoking some pot from what you would call a 'crack pipe' in the U.S.  This is a very popular way of smoking weed in Poland - and a very efficient one. OK, so we took a couple of hits from the 'crack pipe' of what was very good quality skunk, but 15 minutes later, still nothing was happening. Then Michael proposed doing some bucket hits (gravity bong). I agreed. He did everything, set up the bucket, filled it with water, prepared the plastic bottle, etc.

We took a huge glass pipe and filled it with approx. 0.5g of the skunk. He did the set-up and I was the first one to take the hit. OK, so I took it, big deal.

<whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh>

<cough cough>

<more coughing>

<still coughing>

OK, I was able to breathe again. I felt the hit, but still nothing was happening. Now it was Mary's turn. She turned to me and said 'Maybe I shouldn't do this' and then I said 'No, it's prefectly okay, do it'. She was hesitating but she took the hit.

And then...

THE SCARIEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE BEGAN...

She took the bucket hit and she didn't cough. She turned red. Her whole face was red. She looked at me. She couldn't even cough it out. She couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, my hit started really affecting me. Everything slowed down 10x. Trails were starting to appear. My heart was beating veeery fast, way too fast. I was really scared, but it was only the beginning.

Now Mary looks at me and I see terror and a silent scream in her eyes 'Help me I can't breathe'. I take her to her room. She's trying to show me that she can't breathe, she can't cough that shit out. A 'movie' starts forming in my head. I gave her the acid, I convinced her to do the hit, now I am responsible and she looks like she's dying in front of me. I make her sit on her bed and look deeply in her eyes. 'Do you want me to call an ambulance?'. She shakes her head. Mary's father is a policeman so my terror was overtaking me. Now thoughts of guilt and fear start overtaking my mind.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, she exhaled a cloud of smoke and started crying. The thoughts in my head were even worse now 'Why is she crying? What did I do to her?'. This became almost psychotic. I sat beside her on the bed and that was when the bucket hit really affected me. Everything suddenly went 2D, cartoon-like. I didn't see any depth in my vision. It was like falling away from a flat screen. I didn't know it was the weed. I felt extremely petrified. My girlfiend's hands grew veeeeeeeeeery long and suddenly I couldn't recognize her.

'Who is this girl?' I though. Then she looked like my English teacher, then like my mother, then like some other girl. 'Who is she?' I though. 'Who am I?' was another thought. Terror. Fear. 'What is happening? How am I going to survive in a 2D world'? It was 18:10, approx. 5 mins after my bucket hit.

My girlfriend stood up and I tried to say something 'happy' to cheer her up or just to ground us because I saw my fear in her eyes. I said 'We are on LSD, we are coming up'. And then I felt it. Oh My God!!! I couldn't understand it then, but it felt like things were happening just as I was saying them. I said 'We are coming up into higher dimensions'. And I felt it. I knew that we both felt it. It was like we were becoming ONE MIND. We tried talking, but that didn't help. It was like:

ME: What...

MARY: is happening?

ME: I...

MARY: know

ME: How...?

MARY: I don't know. But...

ME: what...

MARY: is happening?

Looping conversations leading to the starting point. We couldn't get out of this situation. So we decided to go outside. Going through the corridor was scary, but when we came out, I was petrified. Suddenly, EVERYTHING in my field of vision started leaving LONG trails. Now imagine turning your head and not being able to recognize anything because everything was covered with trails. I held Mary as we stood near the door. I looked at her. It was completely dark, but I saw her face glowing with light. She later told me she saw the same but she also saw my thoughts as 'dreadlocks' coming from my hair to the back of my skull. :-/

So we were standing outside in the dark and she said 'Honey, I'm so scared'. Well, so was I. 'Don't worry' I said 'We are in the matrix'. And then I felt it again. We were a couple hanging inside the matrix which was infinite and a light breeze was blowing.

It was so scary that we decided to head back into the house. When we closed the door, suddenly a question came out of nowhere 'WHO AM I?'. I was walking with Mary to her room and I couldn't recognize where is up, down, left or right. I suddenly felt like Johny Depp in 'Fear and Loathing...' when he was walking like a madman, and I understood him :-) why he was walking like that.

We came back to the room and Mary just laid on her bed. I desperately wanted to keep track of time, so I looked at my cellphone. It was 18:17. This was SCARY as for me eternity has passed, ages, but it was only 7 mins. :-( I turned on the stopwatch and look at it and I was petrified. There was the hour counter, minute counter, second counter and 100ths of seconds counter which looked like this 00:00:00.74 etc. Now normally the 100ths of seconds go so fast you can't even see them. I saw them like 00.16,00.18,00.20,00.22... now I though 'If this is the way I feel 100ths of seconds, how the fuck am I going to survive a couple of hours until the acid comes down?'.

Mary asked my 'Honey, what is happening?' She had no clue. I told her 'We have to survive 45 minutes until the peak is over'. I had an idea to put on some music, one CD, until it all comes down a bit. So I took Lauryn Hill 'miseducation' and I put it on. When you take this cd and listen to it, when you put on the intro, there is a ring, like 'rrrrrrrrring' for a few seconds. For me it was an everlasting 'rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring' which couldn't end so I turned the CD player off.

Terror, fear, guilt, all were in me. I couldn't bear it. I went to another room, where Mary's brother's friends were driking. They had some different music. I danced to it (I DON'T DANCE AT ALL usually) and I was like a visualizer from Winamp. I danced for what seemed like minutes, but Mary's brother told me later it was like 6 or 7 seconds :-)

I came back to Mary and sat with her. I suddenly saw 'tunnels' of thoughts in my head. There was a small 'bubble' flowing through these tunnels. I concentrated on the bubble and everything disappeared and only the 'bubble' stayed. I mean I felt a bubble (as a mathematical point with no dimension) in my head and INFINITE space in each direction. This was the peak.

Eventually we came down at around 21:00 (3 hours later), had to drive to pick up Mary's parents, which was like 20 miles but felt like driving from New York to San Francisco. I had a couple of shots of vodka still a bit high on acid and with my pupils huge as pizza plates :-). Its funny no one noticed that :-)

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

The funny thing is Mary's brother's friends were all drunk and vomitting around 20:00 and they came back to life at 21:00, they woke up exactly at the time we came down.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 29601

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 10, 2007	Views: 13,557

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Combinations (3), Music Discussion (22), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)

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		 DOSE:

		   repeated

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

A lot of repressed memories and dark parts of the past are somewhere in my head, always there, projecting all that evil shit that I couldn't deal with and tried locking away. Denial is a tool we all use, if it's blaming others for things you did, if it's irrational rage at the world, or just being pissed off at your girlfriend that dumped you for not thinking about her at all. My weekly sessions with my psychologist should have taught me that the barrier between the things we lock away and day to day life help us cope with reality.

So when I bought a shitload of LSD, I should have thought about that. A triple dose, just to check out if this stuff is for real, and I was propelled into a beautiful daytime trip, enjoying relaxing music, seeing the beauty of nature and just having a great time hallucinating. I opted not to smoke marijuana to 'enhance' the trip, favoring a more lucid route.

The next day, I had smoked some weed prior to going to my psychologist, 20 hours after the end of the trip - and a bit of that state of mind came back. I was more open than I usually allow myself, as we both probed into the sides of my psyche I don't like. I decided not to change a subject as I usually do when introspection starts becoming a painful ordeal.

Upon leaving the psychologist, the barrier between all the bad emotions pent up in my subconciousness and my day to day life was broken, not shattered, but enough to see that there is a flood of darkness and pain inside myself. Driving back home, I was feeling a mixture of rage and pain aimed to it's source for a change. For the next three days, I was in a hard and lonely place, my spiritual pains starting to manifest physically. Until I went to a party, took another dose of the acid and danced like there's no tomorrow.

Again, after I woke up, I saw that the wall skillfully built around my past was broken down again. I am now swamped with self loathing and hatred, I am having trouble with day to day tasks that never bothered me before, feeling more detached, less REAL. Identity slowly fading to a sum of all the crap in my past, and dealing with it is no easy task.

The opening of the gates to the subconciousness is not something to be taken lightly - my trips were spectacularly enjoyable, but left a vulnerability that was not there before. Accelerating the progress of my healing in a way, helping me see with what I need to cope with, is one way you can look at it, as my psychologist has commented since that facing the parts that you don't like in your mind is the first important step to correcting the problem. Knowledge of not being psychologically stable at the moment of taking this drug was there. Other than that, the set and setting were perfect. The quality of the LSD is top notch, with the highest purity I have tried ever. There is no body load whatsoever, no loops, no muddled thought and no confusion but rather a spiritual experience.

But the other way to look at what LSD did to me is much simpler. I was psychologically not fit to take a deep psychedelic substance, and took it anyways, something that fitted perfectly with my need to escape from reality. I have since been on the border of breaking down. Lack of energy, zoning out, overcomplicating everything simple in order to excuse myself from doing it, self loathing, hatred aimed towards everything, fear of others, fear of myself, and most of all, a hollowness that can be felt throughout my soul.

I broke down a wall, but I wasn't prepared for what's on the other side.  I just wanted to escape. I escaped from a dark room and find myself in a dungeon.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 31853

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 13, 2007	Views: 21,732

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LSD (2) : General (1), Retrospective / Summary (11), Difficult Experiences (5), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Mindset:

Having done acid for the first time previously less that a few days before this trip, and having found it to be a truly mind expanding, soul cleaning, positive, wonderful, and fulfilling experience, my personal mindset for this particular trip could not have been better.

Myself and two other close friends, both of whom had been present at my first trip, which also happened to be collectively, our first trip. We decided to plan a trip into a small country house located in a small village somewhere along the west cost of the UK. As with any well planed trip we came prepared with all the usual suspects, namely shit loads of top notch music, some hash, food, an open mind and youthful sprit. When we arrived it was within an hour of dusk. We each dropped a trip of strong acid. As we waited for the trip to come on, lets call him bob, set up the sound system, while I rolled a joint. Nothing like a smoke to kill the jittery first hour or so before the onset of the trip. In retrospect nothing could have prepared me for this trip.

To set the scene, we were in a large 120 year old house, the kind with walls that are about 11’ft high. The walls were ordained with green wallpaper depicting flowers, and vines. The carpets are red and cream also with interesting visual patterns. We were located in one of the upstairs rooms and had moved beds and comfortable armchairs up there on a very drunken previous party. Suffice it to say there was more than enough room for the 3 of us. So there we were, the three of us, set up comfortable wise, beckoning the onset of the trip.

As the music began to echo and reverberate through the room, I noticed that the patterns on the wall paper were starting to twirl slightly, this was about 1 hour after dropping. Within 2-3 mins I was seeing strange cartoon faces in the walls and textures appeared sharper, the trip had begun and I was loving it. In retrospect I got the most trip out this trip for some reason. The other 2 were still coming up. We decided to go for a walk around the house, it now being dusk and with poor lighting in the other rooms, they took on the twilight of the night. There was this fantastic energy flowing through my veins; I loved every blissful second.

My recollection is slightly faded of the events on that night. We wandered the house, exploring rooms, and watching the shadows morph and attack each other, forming a vivid and brilliant visual symphony. I felt like a child again, every object having a life of its own bestowed upon it by LSD. Every nerve in my body was suddenly awakened, charged with a glories energy. We may have spent 45-60min wandering the downstairs like 3 doped-up headless chickens. The other two enjoyed the experience also.

We then went back up stairs for a smoke. I had discovered on the pervious trip, that while on LSD I enjoyed to draw with a pen a paper. So I began, I could fell every movement of the pen as it glided over the page, and did some really nice and highly creative stuff.  Again in retrospect LSD unlocked in me the ability to draw and not only when I’m on it, so I recommend that everyone give it a go. I did this for about 1 hour, stopping some times to chat to the others and laugh at things, and sometimes even trying to communicate the incomprehensible joy that is LSD, finding that a knowing glance is all it takes. This was one of the most pleasant and relaxing times in my life.

For a change scene we migrated into one of the other rooms. It was small and had no working lights, and a bed. The others got up and stood on the bed and started laughing and walking around on the bed, then left the room. I had to give this a try. By this time I was tripping balls and the world had become a complete symphony which I had become completely immersed in, it was awesome. Getting up on the bed I stood there, and couldn’t not see what all the fuse was about, then as I walked around, it felt like a water bed, I stared to sink into it laughing my arse off. I got off the bed and proceeded to look out the window and I began to hallucinate. I saw this army guy swinging in a tree just outside the window dressed in full military fatigue with a gun, and some other really cool shit. I called the other two back in to have a look, but they failed to see anything. For some reason they weren’t trip as hard as me.

I went back into one of the other rooms to relax, chill and begin to draw again. I did this for a while. The next thing I know, after drawing some great stuff, was that when the other 2 talked to me there voices sounded metallic and echoed. I was really wasted, they asked me if I was ok, and I reassured them that I was. I was loving every second of this. Then the other two went back into the other room where the music setup was. I stayed alone in the other room drawing for about 30 mins drawing. Then bob came in to get me and took me back into the other room for a smoke.

I’m not sure what happened next but as I sat there I had this wave of joy, and extreme lack of concern for every thing, as I just experienced pure, simple elementary existence. As far as I could see all that existed was my joy. It was the most peaceful I have ever felt and something I will never forget. I think my friends were getting concerned about me, the ask me if I was ok, I could not even talk I just sat there nodded and smiled. I will never forget that feeling. I think it lasted for 5mins. It was extremely profound. After that extreme high the trip began to decline.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 39249

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 15, 2007	Views: 6,205

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