		 DOSE:

		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 MDMA

		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

I wake up at 5:30 AM, smiling, already excited for the evening.  Just eight more hours of work to get through first.

Get home from my 18.5 hour shift around 2:00 PM.  I eat and get ready, and put the blotter square under my tongue at 3:00 on the dot.  I pack some snacks and extra layers of clothing into my backpack, check my pockets at least five times to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, grab my canteen of frozen water, and head out the door at 3:15.

I’m driving to a park-and-ride lot to catch a shuttle to the Hollywood Bowl.  For a multitude of reasons, I don’t want to drive there myself.  The concert’s not until 6:00, but I wanted to just get up there, so bought the ticket for the earliest bus.  It leaves at 3:40, but I get to the lot a bit early.  I take a drag off of this one-hitter I have stuffed with Blue Dream and vape honey (daily smoker/vaper) and head over to the first bus in line.  I take a seat off to the side and put my iPod on random.

Coming up on the bus ride isn’t the most enjoyable experience.  I’m feeling very introverted and self-conscious, maybe a bit paranoid.  I'm a huge introvert and rarely take public transportation; being this close to strangers while the acid grows stronger has me feeling paranoid.  Light’s getting brighter already, and sometimes I think that the words on billboards are beginning to sway, but I’m not sure if things are starting or if it’s my expectation of things to come.

We’re dropped off around 4:45, and the visuals are definitely going (specifically the bright specificity which gives that clarity of vision, every single nook and cranny of the pavement standing out in vivid individuality).  I trek up the hill, but I’m so early that the pavilion I’m seated in isn’t even open.  So I walk up the hill some more to a picnic area and self-consciously watch the scenery shift and move as groups of picnickers claim tables under the trees.  There’s this eucalyptus with pealing bark that I want to stare at, but event staff are standing under it and I’m paranoid enough to think they might suspect something if they see me staring at the trunk.  This paranoid introversion, constantly calling into question if I’m doing something that might draw someone’s attention because then 'they’ll know', is one of the things I don’t enjoy about acid.

The upper deck opens up around 5:00, and I get to my seat.  The stadium’s fairly empty this early, which is fine by me.  I’m on the bottom row and have a cement wall in front of me that I can comfortably rest my legs on, so I lean back into the wooden bench and watch the late-afternoon scenery.  The green hills that serve as the Bowl’s backdrop shift and sway in a river of green.  The clouds overhead slowly expand and contract.

The hour passes by very slowly, and I find it difficult to find a comfortable way to sit.  I’m getting tummy rumbles, which is another thing I don’t like about acid.  I don’t feel nauseous, just internally discomforted.  The bench is hard and the legging cramped, and I don’t like the idea of zoning out for too long.  Because then 'they’ll know'.

The Smith Westerns come on right around 6:00, and the visuals are what I’d expect them to be at this point (though I’m surprised they’re where they’re at without weed, excepting that bit I had around 3:30), but I’m still moving around in restless unease.

Five bands are set to play, but I have no idea how long they’ll get or when the night’s even going to end.  Midnight?  Surely no earlier than 11:00.  I really didn’t know, so I use a vague notion for my timing.

They only play four songs (two of which I recognize, so I’ll give them a closer listen).  As soon as their last song is done, I’m on my way to the bathroom.  But then the stage spins around and Warpaint starts playing immediately.  Darn it!  The bathroom is just down the stairs, and I take my ½ tab of MDMA (about 100 mgs) in a stall and return to my seat before they are done with the first song.

Warpaint also play four songs, but I’ve seen longer sets from them a couple of times.  The sound isn’t coming through clearly for me, and I’m not sure if it’s the band’s playing, the acoustics, or the way I’m perceiving sound.  The Bowl’s renowned for it’s acoustics, and Warpaint usually sounds good live, so I assume it’s my perception.

The sun’s nearly gone, but it’s been going earlier and earlier by the day.  And it’s getting cold.  I’m wearing a long-sleeved shirt under a t-shirt under a thin sweatshirt with the hood up, but I’m getting cold.  So I go into my bag and pull out a long-sleeved Henley and add that under my sweatshirt.  I put a knit cap on and pull my sweatshirt hood back over that.  I’m thin and seem to feel cold more acutely than most people, but I’ve also noticed being extra temperature-sensitive when in a psychedelic state.

Panda Bear comes on as the sun goes down, just before 7:00.  So maybe I’m a little biased, but I’m also blown away again by how incredible this guy’s voice is, in addition to constantly being awed by his musicianship.  But mostly it’s how he uses his voice.  He’s one of those artists I’m committed to and will see whenever he’s in town, and I think it’s mainly just to hear him sing.

Pardon the fangirl freakout.

There’s going to be more of it.

The last time I’d seen him was before 'Tomboy' came out, and he was touring those songs, which I had little familiarity with (only one of the preview singles had been released at that point).  I enjoy him more this time, knowing all of the songs by heart by now.

Then that sound comes on, that 'chk chk chk', and then that pulsing machinery, and oh my God he’s playing 'Comfy in Nautica'!  I spent my entire first trip (13+ hours on mescaline) listening to 'Person Pitch', and Panda Bear’s been one of my favorite musicians ever since, so hearing any of those songs in this state is a joy to me.  And seeing it performed live at the Hollywood Bowl (he sounded amazing, by the way – no more distorted perception, or perhaps he just knows how to take advantage of the sound system), well, there’s nothing better.

Until I hear that owl hoot.

And I think, 'is he just throwing that in there, or is he going to do it?'

And then he plays fucking 'BROS'!!!  This song speaks to me on many levels.  I can’t really go into what it means to me, because it’s not just an intellectual response or anything.  This song is visceral, it flows in my veins and it makes my heart beat.  From October 7, 2009 on, this song’s been a part of me.

I’m bursting with joy, but this is genuine circumstance-driven happiness.  The MDMA hasn’t kicked in yet.

The MDMA hasn’t kicked in yet.

  I do mouth along the words, though, which I wouldn’t normally do for self-conscious reasons (and I never sing in public, heavens forbid), but I am still the only person on my front-row bench.

The album version goes into a rave-up and ends up being twelve and a half minutes long, but the performance fades out shortly after the vocal portion, and that’s it.  I’m still thrilled, though.  Great show.

He plays seven songs and is off by 7:35, which I find shocking.  It’s dark by now, and I thought it was later.  And so cold.  Cold enough that the canteen I’d taken out of the freezer at 3:15 in the afternoon has hardly thawed.  I begin to wish I’d worn some thermal underwear under my pants, but I would’ve been too hot while the sun was out.

The Arctic Monkeys come on about ten minutes later.  Turns out my suspicions are correct, and they’re not just a band that I don’t know very well, they’re one I actively dislike.  The MDMA hits and the whole scene takes on a more cartoonish look (the lights on the hills burning like fires), but I’m mad that I’m peaking at this point and that I’d gotten my timing off by so much.  If I’d known Panda Bear would be off of the stage by 7:30, I would’ve done things differently.

And it turns out that The Arctic Monkeys play the exact kind of music that I don’t like: aggressive, sneering, meaningless (the lyrics I can make out are nonsense to me) rock music.  I can’t wait for them to get off the stage, and am upset that they get a long set while Panda Bear only got seven songs.  I have to think Panda’s going to be the one whose music is remembered and who influences a new generation of musicians, and I can only assume that in the future him playing the Hollywood Bowl will be a bigger deal than The Arctic Monkeys doing so.  But for whatever reasons, they’re more popular and so a co-headliner.

I try using this portable vape I have for weed, but it isn’t working out too well.  It does enough to kick up the MDMA, but I’m not feeling good.  I’m shivering cold, bored, disliking the music, wanting both to just go home and to stay until the next band, and finding the music to be disengaging from the visual aspect.  I keep imagining scenarios where I’m not here, listening to this band, waiting for the show to be over so the bus can take me back, but alas, I am.  And they seem to just play on and on.  I’m tempted to take out my iPod and listen to my own music, but I figure they’re playing too loudly for that to be effective.  I’m surprised that anyone’s enjoying this, but they seem to have lots of fans in the crowd.

The drummer’s entertaining, though.  He’s one of those 'fists of flurry' drummers, but he’s fun to watch.  And they do sound good, even though I don’t like the sounds they’re making.  They’re good musicians who play well together.  Still, they can’t leave the stage soon enough, and my discomfort (mental and physical) grows the longer they’re on.

Finally they do finish, sometime around 8:45.  I’m still shocked at how early it is.  I feel so tired, so cold.  I hadn’t slept well, I’d then worked eight hours, been up and active since 5:30 in the morning.  The MDMA is supposed to be counteracting some of this, but it seems to only be ramping up the visuals.  I'm not feeling any euphoria, and it sure isn’t making me more awake or any warmer.

I don’t know much about TV on the Radio, but gods bless them, they turn my night around.  They’re sort of a soul/rock group with a couple of great male vocalists.  The different sections of the bowl’s shell are shifting through digital colors which look quite lovely to me, and I’m tapping and foot and nodding along to the beat.  The band’s great, and moving around has me feeling warmer. They play for about an hour, followed by a one-song encore.  Then the lights come up and the night’s done and it’s not even 10:30.

Effects have died down a bit, and I find it easy to navigate through the crowd and find my bus.  Lights are still glowing more vividly and colors pop more and I feel more confident (though somewhat self-conscious about what size my pupils might be).

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

We get back to the park-and-ride before 11:30.  I’ve got some light sensitivity, but nothing else in terms of visuals.  No motion.  I feel perfectly safe to drive, and have no problem making the fifteen minute drive home.  In fact, I feel good driving.  I think the MDMA must be putting me more 'in the seat' as it were, enabling me to feel the engine and road better.  I keep at the speed limit, but the roads are fairly empty at this time on a Monday night, anyway.

I’m surprised by how early it is when I get home; not even midnight.  But I don’t have to work in the morning, and the plan was always to come home and trip into the night, if I could.

the plan was always to come home and trip into the night, if I could.

  I almost never trip at night, just because I’m a day person and like the daytime visuals so much, and have never done it on acid before.  I am ready to see what’s in store for me.

I don’t know what the plan is for the evening, though.  I trip regularly and follow a pretty set routine, but that was off given the circumstances.  I decide to put on 'Person Pitch' with the volume low, turn off the light and put on a halogen lamp aimed at the ceiling.  I load an indica into the whip and attach it to the bong, and few sweeter vapor hits have I had.

The LSD gets going visually again, and I lay down in bed, finally warm, finally comfortable.  My dog jumps on the bed, and I pull her up to lie along my side while I lay on my back, watching the ceiling clouds.  I scratch her gently, her fur feeling wonderful, as she falls asleep in the crook of my arm, her head resting on my bicep.  I think about how much I love her, as much as anything else in this world.  I decide that if it ever becomes feasible for me to have her cloned and decide to do it, I’ll give the same amount of money that I spend on the cloning to rescue organizations throughout Los Angeles.  That way I won’t be wasting a life for a dog that already had her time.  But she’s one of the best things in the world, as far as I’m concerned, and it will be difficult to not have her around.  I watch her whiskers, and it’s as if I’m seeing them at a cellular level.  Filaments of rainbow light fill the emptiness between the individual strands of fur that make up her coat.

After half and hour or so, she wakes up and jumps down to her own bed.  Instead of leaving me sleepy, the indica has kicked the MDMA into high gear, and I’m wide awake and getting a few eye wiggles.  I don’t feel any of the normal heavy indica properties at all.

I’m having such a good time with 'Person Pitch' that I decide to listen to 'Tomboy,' too, and put the two albums on repeat.  I lay back in bed, rest my eyes, watch the clouds, normal trip stuff.

I’d taken a little baggie of ketamine to the Bowl, having had thoughts of using it during Panda Bear, but with the timing being off, I never had.  I hadn’t really felt like doing it at any point, either.  But I’d also never done it with LSD or MDMA, and I hear it’s great with both.  So I figure this is the perfect time and place to try it.  I decide I’ll take a bump when 'Person Pitch' comes up again on the repeat.  In the meantime, I eat an apple a few days past crispness, not really enjoying it, but feeling that food (particularly something juicy and hydrating) will be a good thing for me.

I open the k baggie and dig a bump out with a key, a little hillock of white powder.  The last time I’d done it (on a week’s tolerance, and that had been a couple of months ago), not much had happened, so I am a bit generous with my measurement.  Maybe a fifth of a gram?  I don’t know, I’m eyeballing.

As soon as 'Comfy in Nautica' comes on again, I insufflate.  I have to switch nostrils to get it all down, but I get it down.

I turn the lamp off, lie back in the dark and wait. 'Comfy in Nautica' plays through, and not much has happened.  I wonder what amazing thing is going to come from this much-discussed combination.  I never check the clock, but I think it’s about 1:30 in the morning at this point.

I turn onto my side and my eyelids drop shut.  Then I’m aware of this intense buzzing sound, a ring in the ears.  I wonder if I’m in for the mother of all head zaps, but instead it keeps buzzing and building until I’m in a place of overwhelmingly euphoric white rainbow fluorescence.  I’ve never experienced visuals like this.  CEVs are normally limited to the space seen with eyes closed, that blackness from chin to hairline.  But I am submerged in psychedelia, awash in it, surrounded on all sides.  I open my eyes briefly, but can’t keep them open for long.

When I close them again, it’s black.  Blackness and fractals and a blue square.  And I am trying to follow it, but then it slips away.  Everything is slipping away.  I don’t want to let go, and try to stay by reciting the lyrics along with 'Take Pills'.  But I am going, and I know I am going.  I think, 'I hope I’m a better person whenever I come back from this', and then I’m gone.

I’ve never experienced ego death before, as I tend toward 'therapeutic' (my word) low doses.  The slipping away is a bit scary, wondering where you’re going and if/when/where/in-what-state you’ll be back.  The rest is merging with the infinite.  I’m  swept up in the tornado of red dots that spin around the way that air bubbles spin concentrically around when you make a singular, contained whirlpool underwater (from a fish flitting its tail or what have you): spinning fast, then settling still.  I take this to be the universe, or whatever it is that I was now with.  I feel like I’m becoming a part of the universe, seeing how it begins again and again, returning to where I was before I became conscious on earth.

I use the word 'I' after-the-fact.  At the time, I was no longer aware of my separate existence and had no perceivable consciousness.

I open my eyes and I see everything around me as geometric shapes being taken apart, grid line by grid line.  Everything is being pulled away in increments, deconstructed into the infinite, returning to some previous state.

I don’t know how long it lasts, being gone.  I have a hard time coming back, and feel like I’m really fighting it.  I don’t know if I should let go or come back.  The idea of letting go has a frightening appeal to it, but I’m afraid of losing it if I give in, and I fight it off.  When I come to, I’m stuck.  'Bros' is playing as I come back to my body, and I start to move my foot to the beat and go along with the lyrics in my head, coming back to reality.  At least five minutes have passed, perhaps more, since I slipped away.  Maybe ten.  And I’m slipping again.  The song’s in that repeating section, and I keep swirling around, stuck on the ride that the music is taking me on.  Everything’s incredibly psychedelic, and I’m fairly blown away by just how psychedelic things can get (this being my 75th or so trip, so it’s not a new state or anything).  I think that, despite the frequent tripping, what I’d experienced previously was hardly psychedelic at all.  What I’m experiencing now is what psychedelia actually is, mental obliteration in a sea of fractals.  I can’t believe that my mind won’t be permanently affected by this, or even that I can come back from it.  'Horse tranquilizer,' I think.  Who knew the key to ego death was horse tranquilizer?

But everything’s so psychedelic, and I’m powerless under the pressure, the spinning, the waves.  The song’s going in circles, and so I am, spinning like the universe.  I open my eyes and see only fractals.  I need to get out of this repetitive spinning.  It makes me feel like I’m going to lose control, lose myself again.

With some effort, I sit up in bed, tell myself my name.  'And that is my dog sleeping on her bed.'  Reality is returning.  With sweeping robotic motions, I lift myself out of bed and walk over to where my computer is, on the floor in front of the stereo.  I press the right arrow key, getting out of the trap that is 'Bros’' second half (and the song’s legacy in my life continues to grow).  Already I’m feeling much better.  I lie back down in bed, keeping my eyes open.

The world is still incredibly fractioned as I lie in the darkness.  I can’t make out anything for what is it.  Everything’s black filament, swirling geometry.  The small green light on my cable box is two bright green lights, hovering around each other, circling one another, never staying still.  I can almost make out the shape of the lamp two feet in front of my face, but it takes time to recognize what the shape means.  I don’t recognize the images on the posters on my walls.  I see things that aren’t, like a three-foot tall stack of small cardboard boxes perpetually falling over where my speaker is.  I think I see a shirt on the floor which then becomes a moving shirt snake, until I remember there is no shirt on the floor to begin with and the illusion vanishes.

As the ketamine wears off, shapes become more defined and vivid clarity returns to my eyesight.  I watch as, inches in front of my eyes, fluorescent amoebas splatter against some invisible plane in rapid succession before wiggling out and dying.  A series of bent oval shapes like wide bobby pins flashes down my window frame, starting with reds and then going through the rainbow as dozens of them appear and make their way down until the last one disappears in an absence of violet.  The whole thing probably takes three seconds, but is one of the more remarkable visuals I’ve seen.

I see light particles in the air which form into circles and then spin the same way the red balls of the universe spun while I was merging in ego death.  Everything is so bright and colorful with that shifting rainbow light that only acid can give.  I think I might night trip more often.

Then the drugs are wearing off and tiredness is overtaking me.  It’s sometime around 3:00 AM, perhaps after, so I’ve been awake nearly twenty-four hours now.  I vape an indica wax and close my eyes, finally tired and at peace with things, and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 95305

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 29

Published: Mar 25, 2018	Views: 1,527

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MDMA (3), LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Various (28), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

My First Time

I had gotten the purple microdots from my friend Tommy who had taken them before and agreed to be my guide.  At about 9 pm we dosed and then just chilled and listened to music as we waited.  What happened next can only be described as full on hallucination of mind body and soul.  Vision of pure fantasy, feelings of pleasure and joy and an awakening of my soul to the universe.  These visions lasted for only three or four hours before I could tell that they were waning. 6 am was the greatest sunrise ever.  All that day after my face hurt from all the smiling I had done the night before.  Flashbacks lasted for many months but never eclipsed that first experience. There can only be a one first time and one should always use a guide.

Exp Year: 1970	ExpID: 100793

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 15

Published: Mar 29, 2018	Views: 937

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Unknown Context (20)


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

		   T+ 8:00

		 St. John's Wort
		 (tincture)

		   T+ 8:00

		 Rhodiola rosea
		 (tincture)

		   T+ 8:00

		 Albizia julibrissin
		 (tincture)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   290 lb

I took 2 ml of  [commercially available tincture] to sort of stop the post-acid humming that often leaves me without sleep though I'm very tired from the trip and all I did during it (I get very busy during acid trips). I have opioids and a few benzos for this purpose, but Benzo's are getting scarce and expensive. As an arthritic, my opioids have to last out the month (Lest I drink some Pod tea and seriously fuck up my tolerance for real medical use, but that's another report I guess).

To steer away from these, I purchased some [commercially available tincture] with Rhodolia, St. John's wort, Avena Sativa (which are just oats, sorry) and the real interest, Albizia Julibrisin, all in very vague levels, but I was assured by the somewhat ungainly girl at the Holistic place we have here in town that sold me the stuff, it would be a great product for anxiety.

I thought for a second telling her that some carbs in her life and a job that wasn't selling magic potions to stupid people might do a similar job, but instead thanked her and left.

There is an ingredient list, but no measurements of what do you call em? Compounds? Do Holistic Health places sell compounds? Anyway no measurements aside from what the bottle says to do with the liquid, 1-2 ml of this wood alcohol tasting crap, three times a day in a bit of water. I downed 2 ml with water in a shot glass, cuz I wanted very badly for it to be like getting high.

I waited an hour, got nothing, and tried the nasty shit again (its not that horrible tasting, but it's got that Holistic tincture/witch's brew taste to it). There may have been something there, but it was minor if not a total placebo. If anything would've made the effects apparent, it would be two stale tabs of pretty good acid in need of a come down. After another hour of waiting I fell asleep, which may have been an effect of the tincture, but I'd been up for like 20 some hours, tripped balls for a good eight of those, then burned up the last of my energy waiting for the Chinese Happy Bark to start friggin barking.

I don't know for sure if my own experiments are concluded as this was a tincture and I don't know what actual bark might do, ala real Corynanthe Yohimbe to a supplement. But I've been around enough to know I like a real ride, not vague suggestion. A psychonaut of high standing who needs a bit of calming needs to keep looking, or stop looking, cuz benzos and opium fulfill this unique need very well.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 106250

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 32

Published: Apr 3, 2018	Views: 846

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 Pharms - Trazodone
		 (daily)

		 Pharms - Quetiapine
		 (daily)

		 LSD

		 smoked
		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   154 lb

I am on psyche meds, so, firstly, I must stress that I do not encourage people on psyche meds to do psychedelics. DMT, however, has crossed my path twice in my life. Both times, I turned it down because I felt I was not emotionally ready for it and also, because I was on LSD.

I decided to try it, though, because I was in an ideal place with very safe people, and this is rare for me. I was reassured that the LSD would not cause a problem, and was with someone very experienced in DMT and trustworthy. I've also read that DMT 'finds you' you don't go looking for it.

I had been depressed and anxious due to valium withdrawal for three years, and felt that I needed to be in a psychedelic headspace to sort out some problems that my limited psyche could not sort out, that had been blighting my life. I felt in need of some 'realisations'. The substances 'showed' me that it really wasn't worth spending so much energy thinking about destructive people who had hurt me badly in the past.

The DMT reminded me, as previous physically uncomfortable psychedelic experiences had, that I needed to be more comfortable in my own body and personal space than I was. Uncomfortable psychedelic experiences were always valuable for me, because they each came  with a 'lesson' I badly needed to learn.

Although the DMT-experienced person held the pipe for me, and directed me as to what to do, and I tried to 'go with' the experience, my consciousness stayed in the same egoic, aware mode, and I had an unpleasant physical feeling that made me panic and feel claustrophobic. I don't think I had enough DMT though, or the pharm meds may have blocked it, and this was why I did not 'break though'. I did get full on open and closed eye patterning which was nice.

I am also on antipsychotics and anti-depressants and I think that they may have interfered a bit with the DMT and the LSD because I did not get as affected by the LSD as my friends who also took it.

WARNING Although I had a non traumatic experience overall, I urge extreme caution and consideration to people prescribed pharmaceutical medication.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 96574

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 45

Published: Apr 11, 2018	Views: 1,065

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LSD (2), DMT (18) : Unknown Context (20), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 transdermal
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

For the longest time, I was able to purchase some of the cleanest, best acid I've ever found. So of course, I got as much as my hands could get. My city became flooded with what would soon be known as the 'fluff attack'. My friends an I went on an extended acid binge that lasted for about a week and a half. Absolutly crazy.

So I go to pick up the next vile, which proves to be equally as strong as those prior. I take my 5 hits for the night straight into my bellybutton. We all start to go crazy, as expected. Then, another friend swings by, and tells us of how he has come across some special K, and wants us to partake in the festivities. So we do.

My friend busts out a few rails of the K, and tells us to have at it. This being my first expirience with the drug, I opt to blow the smallest of the rails.. Because hey, I'm already tripping.

The intial thought was that I didn't do enough, but that was soon deminished as the room began to focus on one central point on the wall. And the next thing I know, the light, and everything else begin to suck into this, what now has become a hole in the wall. It felt like the matrix, things were blowing past my head, and getting sucked into this vortex in the middle of the wall. Then it all went black, but I was still very much awake.

When my eyes finally began to see colors again, it had seemed like I was not on LSD anymore. It seemed like everything was over. I had convinced myself that no matter how I got out of this K hole, I was happy to be alive, and I was back to reality.

Then, all of a sudden, it hit me like a ton of bricks. The normal effects of a healthy, enjoyable trip were back in full effect, and I have't touched Ketamine since.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 22431

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 11, 2018	Views: 987

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : General (1), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 200 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   10 st

In Steven Spielberg’s celebrated sci-fi fantasy Close Encounters of the Third Kind, the hero, Roy Neary (played by Richard Dreyfuss), is entranced by visitations from another world. After spotting what he believes to be UFOs, Neary embarks on

a journey of discovery, culminating in him being whisked away from the planet by benign aliens. So what, you may ask, has this Hollywood epic to do with the hallucinogenic substance Lysergic Acid Diethylamide? Simply put, if you substitute

the name Leary for Neary, the story arc of Close Encounters closely resembles the life and career of one of the drug’s foremost evangelists, Dr Timothy Leary.

Despite the bookshelves of the time groaning under the weight of stacked copies of Erick von Däniken’s Chariots of the Gods, a best-selling account of how humans around the globe recorded signs of extraterrestrial landings, anyone more interested in voyages into ‘inner space’ in the early Seventies was spoilt for choice.

anyone more interested in voyages into ‘inner space’ in the early Seventies was spoilt for choice.

 Carlos Castaneda, for example, had chronicled his relationship with Mexican shamen in The Teachings of Don Juan. Scientists, such as John C Lilly – author of The Centre of the Cyclone – were also publishing books describing how experimenting with psychedelics enabled them to meet ‘higher beings’.  Timothy Leary, too, had a reprinted volume vying for attention – The Politics of Ecstasy. But by then, his reputation, even among the underground press which had once championed his cause, had been laid low.

After being arrested in Afghanistan, then being extradited back to the US, stories began to circulate accusing Leary of supplying information to the FBI in order to reduce his lengthy, accumulated prison sentences. Even if this were true, his moment in the sun had long since passed. But the ever-optimistic Leary had not been idle during the three years he had evaded American justice. During a spell in Switzerland, he recorded an album with German musicians Ash Ra Temple, or Die Komischen Kuriere as they dubbed themselves. Entitled Seven Up, the record was a musical sortie through the seven levels of consciousness Leary believed to constitute the psychedelic state. As some of my peers were avid collectors of German imports, the record was soon added to the play list at teenage parties. And that is how, at the age of 15, on hearing the taped monologues spoken over the synthesizers and guitars, I found myself unwittingly being psychologically ‘reprogrammed’ by the indefatigable Dr Timothy Leary.

Not that I realised it at the time. I never particularly enjoyed the man’s books, nor when I witnessed Leary once in the flesh, when he gave what he called his ‘stand-up philosophy’ to a room full of Californians. But his name and career was so synonymous with LSD, not to mention the whole freak scene, that anyone entertaining the thought of taking acid during that era had to take note of what Leary was saying, or in the case of Seven Up, listening to his discombobulated voice.

We’d taken a tab each, almost certainly some of the millions produced by Richard Kemp in his laboratory in Wales before it was raided in Operation Julie. As such, the LSD was pure and with a classic dosage of around 200 micrograms. Although most of us had been using the drug for a year or so, no-one in the group had yet had a ‘bad trip’, so the evening began with a light-hearted attempt to bring one on, with each of us standing in front of a mirror while projecting a torch under our faces to produce strange, illuminated shapes. After failing miserably, we carried on with our usual fun and games. At some point, Seven Up was put on the record player, no doubt one of many LPs played during the night. I don’t remember it being significantly different to the others or having any kind of unusual effect.

Later, however, as I stepped off a train at my local station, it helped bring about the only true hallucination I ever experienced in hundreds of psychedelic sessions, and perhaps something far more profound. At one point on the album, Leary solemnly pronounces the phrases ‘spiral’ and ‘coil’. Suddenly, as I walked down the platform to pay my fare, I heard these sounds trundling down the train track towards me – not just in an auditory sense, but visually and emotionally, too, until the spirit

of both words seemed to pass through my entire cellular structure as they continued their weird, elongated journey along a suburban railway line. Within minutes I’d returned home, opened the door and saw my brother walking up the stairs.

He took one look at my ashen face and asked, ‘What the fuck happened to you?’

Actually, I didn’t think much of it at the time, shrugging off the shock as just ‘one of those things’. But the memory remained vivid until one night, four years later, when I saw an exact visual representation of ‘spiral’ and ‘coil’ played out on a movie screen – the tumbling, rolling, cartwheeling UFOs that buzzed over the head of Neary in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Was it just a coincidence? Almost certainly, yet a lingering sense of wonder has persisted over the years.

I gave up using acid decades ago, having neither the time nor the inclination to indulge in psychedelic pursuits. But I’ve never lost interest in the subject and continue to read accounts, both new and old, of these unusual states.

I gave up using acid decades ago, having neither the time nor the inclination to indulge in psychedelic pursuits. But I’ve never lost interest in the subject and continue to read accounts, both new and old, of these unusual states.

 Recently, I tracked down a proof of The Varieties of Psychedelic Experience, written by Jean Masters and Robert Houston, and published just as LSD was made illegal in 1966.

In the book, the couple contend that there are four, rather than Leary’s seven (who, let’s face it, never did anything by halves), distinct phases to a guided, acid-fuelled excursion into the human psyche. Firstly, the sensory, that is the visually intoxicating melange of sights, sounds, colours and distortions of reality – the tangerine trees and marmalade skies of popular imagination. Secondly, the recollective-analytic, where more hardy voyagers might descend to confront their fears or phobias. Deeper still lies the symbolic, the level at which issues uncovered in the recollected phase can be addressed by way of eidetic confrontations (images seen with your mind’s eye, as it were) based on myths, legends, historical events or fictional characters. And once these battles have been won, a select few may pass on to final level, the integral, a cosmic arena set aside for going mano-a-mano with the deity of your choice.

Of course, being kids, we barely scratched the surface. The sensory was our playground and there did we gaily romp. Occasionally, in my twenties, I stumbled into the analytic, as by then I actually had a past to reflect upon. But the symbolic remained a mystery. Masters and Houston examine these phases quite extensively, including describing the tools used by researchers to push their subjects deeper and deeper into the experience, one of which was taped monologues. The actual recording Masters and Houston mention is by Gerald Heard, a close friend and colleague of Aldous Huxley, the well-known author of Brave New World. Together, Heard and Huxley began exploring the potential benefits of psychedelics in the early Fifties.

In 1960, Huxley received a letter from a psychologist working at Harvard University inviting him to join in with sessions being conducted on campus. The psychologist was Timothy Leary, who went on to develop his own sound recordings, described

in Storming Heaven, Jay Stevens’ history of the use of LSD in America, as tapes containing ‘whispered instructions’. Masters and Houston also chronicle the subject matter most associated with the symbolic level, ranging from ‘personal totemic animals’ to ‘geometric configurations’ including – wouldn’t you know it – spirals.

Incredible though it may seem, it would appear that the good doctor had managed to deliver a coded message into my brain, sending me deeper into the psychedelic experience as well as scaring me out of my skin. According to Wikipedia, the spiral ‘plays a specific role in symbolism and appears in megalithic art. Spirals are also a symbol of hypnosis and found in structures as small as DNA’s double-helix to the spiral structure of galaxies.’ Meanwhile, a coil is a ‘structural motif found in many proteins.’ In essence, these two symbols can be seen as visual representations of everything from the cellular to the cosmic – infinite and universal.

Unfortunately, Uncle Tim neglected to tell me what to do with the information. Unlike the seeded vision Neary receives in Close Encounters, Leary’s imprint was not specific to a point in time and space. In contrast to Devils Tower – the monolithic national monument in Wyoming that features at the climax of the film – spirals and coils appear ephemeral, delicate creations with neither a beginning nor an end. I suspect, however, that this story has not yet run its course.  In the meantime, let’s remember Roy Neary’s reaction on being implanted with symbolic images by extraordinary means. Struggling to visually represent what he feels in his head, Neary messes with shaving foam on his palm, then masses mounds of mashed potato on his plate. Aware of his family’s incredulous reaction to this increasingly erratic behaviour, Neary attempts an explanation. ‘This means something,’ he whispers. ‘This is important.’

Exp Year: 1973	ExpID: 92991

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 15

Published: Apr 19, 2018	Views: 866

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

It was 25 years ago, but it could have happened yesterday! Cold outside, snow on the ground (like today) I was 15 years old, terrible high school student. Drinking alot and smoking way too much weed on a daily basis. Jim Morrison was my hero, I had a beautiful girlfriend coincedently named Paula who was completely subservient. I loathed authority and rules.

Paula and I went to a party at a mutual friend of ours. This guy throwing the party was cool as shit! Always had weed, knew alot of people, he was hispanic and the music was bumpin. Lotsa people I knew were there we were drinking Bud from a keg, smoking weed, great time!! Not drunk yet, maybe stoned, I return from a looooong piss outside with various stops on the way inside to talk with other fellow partiers. Finally reached my glass of beer and killed it. About ten min. Later this girl we all knew as the Acid Queen comes up to me at the keg and says 'I hope you're not busy for the next 12 hours', then laughs and walks into the crowd.

Right away I knew what she had done, she was known for it. Dosing people`s drinks and food and shit. I had planned on tripping sometime in the very near future but when I was ready, on my own terms with Paula whom I loved dearly. I searched for, and found the Acid Queen about 3 mins later on the porch of the house and asked her if she had in fact dosed me. She laughed and said 'dont worry baby, its pure LSD from the lab' and took out a small amber colored bottle from her purse. I destinctly saw the word SANDOZ and warning labels on the bottle and I remember feeling relieved '. Well if its prescription I guess it cant be that bad'. She said she put two drops in my glass. She normally dosed people with one but she thought I needed more. 'Your gonna thank me for this, you`ll see just stay with Paula, she`ll take care of you.' Then one of those big ass cars from the 70`s pulled up, like an LTD or Caddy pulled up. She hugged me, said she loved me and she was gone.

And thats when I started to feel scared. Should I tell Paula? I didnt know what to do so I made a beeline for the keg and started drinking fast, after about an hour I was drunk and not consumed by the thought of what was about to happen, I was actually thinking that this was bullshit, she never dosed me, when a close friend of mine said ' dude you ok? '  'what do ya mean'?  'you`ve been chewing on those potato chips for like 10 mins now '   'I've been eating the chips' I said. 'No. Your just chewing and chewing, Are you ok? ' Thats when it really hit! I kept chewing on that chip puree, but I couldn't swallow, I could feel every little grain, molecule,and density of those chips, kinda like cardboard under a microscope. Where`s Paula? I NEED TO FIND HER, SHE HATES ME, I CANT LOSE HER. I`M WALKING THROUGH THE LIVINGROOM heart pounding, sweating, PEOPLE ARE LAUGHING. ARE THEY PEOPLE? WHAT ARE PEOPLE? EYES, EYES, PEOPLES EYES!!! DARKNESS WHEN THEY OPEN THEIR MOUTHS. WHERE DOES THAT DARKNESS LEAD TO? PAULA`S GONE.... SHE FOUND OUT AND HATES ME... ' DUDE YOUR MY FRIEND,  HAVE YOU SEEN PAULA?'   'MAN... ARE.... YOU.....O....K....?

He took me outside to the porch, it was raining, there was a yellow Honda parked down the street, the rain was hitting the car and the yellow paint was running off the car and down the street drain. ' COLD, FROZEN SOLID, I`M DEAD'... Don`t know how long I was sitting there on that porch out in the cold March evening, people came and went and I`m told we talked and that I seemed 'normal'. That must have been some serious facade on my part cuz I remember the humming from the power lines overhead taking me away and my body melting into a sparkling roof shingle I was caressing and thinking about how I was poisoned with mercury fillings and that I was a liar and that (if I live) I will never lie again. And I remember thinking that I stink and that all humans smell bad and that was just the evil permeating from us and how dolphins have no smell.

Well to make a very long trip short, Paula found me and took me home. Guess what? I was two blocks away sitting on some old dudes porch. He was cool enough to figure the party house was where I came from and walked there. Paula was frantic looking for me for what she said was 2hrs. She scooped me up (or what was left of me) and took me home. At my place I didnt want her to touch me I didnt want to be around any human.. She was vile, Evil, and I was above her, (I was special) better then them. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  AND (THEY)  HAVE NOW .....  FOR 25 YEARS.....

Exp Year: 1980	ExpID: 41209

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 15

Published: Apr 19, 2018	Views: 1,661

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LSD (2) : Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Post Trip Problems (8), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

[Erowid Note:
The term "acid" has been used as a common name for d-LSD since the 1960s. Although confusion associated with newer psychoactive substances has lead some people to use the term "acid" to refer to anything LSD-like or anything psychedelic on blotter or sold in drops, we believe this represents an error and not a useful evolution in language.]

My first experience with acid was October 2017. I had recently became friends with a girl who took interest in it and so did I. I wouldn't say we were the closest of friends but her persona was very intriguing. We planned it out about a week before and I had asked just about everybody where I could buy a tab or two from. Eventually I met this guy who was very sketchy but at the point I didn't care since I had been looking everywhere. It ended up being nbome.

Now to my second experience which was not too long ago. I had received two tabs of pure acid from a guy I was seeing at the time (which we’ll call Jayson) and decided to do it with a close friend of mine who I have known for 4 years. We planned to do it at my house and she would sleepover and do half a tab while I did a full tab. They were each 125ug which excited me very much since I had to split a tab the last time I did it. As soon as we got to my house we immediately took it, they had a cute design of purple and blue atoms on it.

I was feeling pretty good and chill so we decided to sit outside, listening to music and talking for a bit. I hadn’t really felt any effects but I remember my heart beating fast from the nervousness which later wore off. I decided that we should walk to the store and get food or something and on our way there I distinctly recall looking at the sky and watching the clouds wave in slow motion. I was amused and ecstatic and kept shouting at my friend about how beautiful and HD everything outside is. We got to the store and headed for the back to get chips and it felt like we had been there for a whole day. We kept going back and forth between the candy isle and chip isle and I would repeatedly ask my friend if she wanted chips or not. Eventually we got tortilla chips and salsa which my friend proceeded to drop and I started to get paranoid and it felt like everyone was watching us. We got another jar of salsa and made our way to the register. I unknowingly left my money at home which made us panic and I started to think my friend had stole it since I had seen her previously steal from shops. The cashier let us go with our chips and salsa and then we stopped at Starbucks on our way back.

Once we were seated my friend kept fiddling with her jacket saying it was hot. She would take it off then put it on and this went on for about a minute or two. I started to feel nauseous and hot as well and went outside to wait for her. After another 5 minutes or so she came out with our drinks and suddenly I didn’t want my drink anymore. We walked back to my place and grabbed our food and sat outside, it was night by the time we got back and everything looked beautiful. I stared at the stars and it looked like the galaxy was pulling in towards me.

Stars were bigger and brighter, airplanes started to appear out of nowhere and it was just beautiful. I had an old blanket outside on an old couch we used to use and the wind had blown it which made me jump from my seat, thinking there was a cat. We went back inside and up to my room and my door started to shrink so I asked my friend to open it for me. We settled down  and I got up and started pacing back and forth. I was sweating a little bit and sort of panicking.

I texted one of my friends and they recommended me to watch Electric Sheep which calmed me down and sent me into a laughing fit. Afterwards I was in a good mood and mostly on my phone talking to my other friend occasionally. My parents didn’t want us outside anymore so we were confined to my miniscule hot room. I laid down and looked at my Lana Del Rey poster and her eyes started turning black which freaked me out so I took it down for the time being. I opened up Instagram for the 3rd time and saw a picture of Lana and she looked dead and anorexic which made me sad. I asked my friend if Lana Del Rey was alive and she looked it up just to reassure me that she wasn’t dead.

We spent most of the time listening to music, talking, and enjoying our trip.

We spent most of the time listening to music, talking, and enjoying our trip.

 I opened up Snapchat to view one of my close friends stories and felt sad and ashamed that I hadn’t really been the greatest friend for her. I always saw her rants but never really spoke up and I started to tear up. I apologized to her and told her I would make it up. At this point in the trip is where I realized I need to start being more considerate about my friends and family’s feelings. Sometimes I’d say some harsh stuff to them without giving it a thought.

I called Jayson to tell him about the big dipper in the sky and how he should go out there and look at it since we both had a thing for the constellation. Previously I had texted him a couple minutes before telling him that I was panicking which did frighten him. We stayed on the phone and I felt so warm and comforted by just talking to him. I kept looking at my friend while I was on the phone and we both kept laughing. She had started to look like an ogre which made me laugh even more.

He recommended that I should just turn off the lights and sit in silence for a minute which I was really hesitant to do since I was a little scared of the dark. I turned off my lamp which left me and my friend in the darkness and I saw little things falling. Sort of like glitter. Once he hung up I listened to some music which for some reason spiked up my anxiety.

I listened to some music which for some reason spiked up my anxiety.

 There was a white, vague rectangle above my door and I kept thinking it was a halo. I assumed it came from the cross that hung outside my door since my family are devoted Christians.

During the comedown I felt like a complete tweaker and the only reason I couldn’t sleep was because I was worried about my heartbeat. I thought a fast beating heart is better than a weak beating heart. My friend got up and went to the bathroom while I shut my eyes and zoned out. I remember seeing visuals behind my eyelids like glitter again. I talked to Zeus who claimed to be a natural being and I asked him what I needed to do to be successful in the future. He showed me a board that was blank and confusion washed over me. He said to do what I think is best for me.

I thought about Jayson and a skull mountain with water came into the visuals. Zeus said he had to leave and I begged him to stay but he told me he’d be back next time. I opened my eyes and was shocked to find myself still in my bedroom, my friend was still in the bathroom and it felt like she had been in there forever.

The rest of the night/morning I spent trying to sleep which I didn’t get until about 5am/6am. I slept until 12pm and woke up the next day feeling weird. I cried a bit and stayed in my room trying to recall everything that happened the night before. That was my second experience with acid and I really want to try it again soon.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 111579

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Apr 19, 2018	Views: 821

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


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I've taken acid quite a few times in the past. I've had many good trips, such as wandering in what seemed like an enchanted forest with friends to extremely bad trips like hours of not being able to breath properly with my heart pounding in my ears. I've never had a trip even remotely like the one I had about fifteen years ago.

I took some with another girl. She ended up scratching her skin to bloody pieces thinking things were crawling all over her. I totally felt like I perceived another reality. I couldn't move my body as it was just a bunch of molecules moving around. I couldn't see our three dimensional world at all. The air around me was alive and moving, and I saw many dwarf-like beings moving around intently doing things, but unaware that I could see them. My body was melted into the atmosphere so I couldn't move. To this day I'm convinced that the drug somehow opened my awareness to another dimension that we normally can't sense. Ever since that trip I feel like perhaps there is other life out there, but with our human perceptions, we can't begin to understand them.

Do you think I'm crazy? Was it lsd that I took? Have you heard of anyone else having a similar experience? Why did the other girl have a dif experience? Did we take dif amounts? Were we poisoned? I don't recall the specifics, other than we were told the tabs were saved from the '60's and there might have been two different kinds. The thing I will never forget is that was the most far out trip I've ever had, and it altered my belief systems and brought a whole new way of thinking. After all, we are just a bunch of molecules, perhaps somehow all joined together...

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 34640

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 19, 2018	Views: 889

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 20 ug
		 oral
		 1P-LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 7:00

		 insufflated
		 4-AcO-DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 8:30

		 insufflated
		 4-AcO-DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 8:40
		 80 ug
		 oral
		 1P-LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Etizolam

		   T+ 0:00
		 4 hits
		 oral
		 1P-LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 oral
		 Etizolam

		   T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

[Erowid Note:
The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]

Unfortunately this report won't be as linear as some might like given my blurry at best recollection of the day. Times listed are approximate. Any embellishment is unintentional but given the mind-altering nature of these substances, in addition to the portions consumed, 100% accuracy to events is silly to expect, but I’ll try my best.

The day begins mildly overcast and I loathe the coming work-day. To spice things up, I decide to micro-dose some 1p-lsd. I cut off about a fifth of a tab which should equate to approximately 20 micrograms. As time passes, the effects slowly become present, though I wouldn’t say prominent, reaching an undeniable presence. I certainly experience a mild version of the electric, abstract mind space that have, for me, always been characteristic of lysergamides. I’ll skip the minutiae of my day to day activities and get to the meat, although this is the leanest portion of what becomes a fat slab of savory, psychedelic, incoherent space-meat.

I’ve heard many reports of people saying a microdose of psychedelics helps them focus on their work and become more productive. Not so in this instance. Though not full on tripping sack by any means, I am easily distracted from tasks by a sense of wonder and curiosity. The chore of folding and stocking clothes seemed more tedious than usual, but in my day to day interactions with customers, I felt a more genuine connections to each individual. The nuances of their body language and gestures became more evident. It almost feels like I can read into some sort of subconscious mechanisms acting in people, but of course that’s just the 1p. I can definitely see the merit of a microdose for being productive, but for me, if it’s not something I care about on a personal level, the electric drive isn’t quite there for that task.

After a 7 hour work day I get home somehow. The stretched entree of chemical pleasure that I am to later endure obscures, at the time of my writing this, my recollection of the rest of the night, but like I said I’ll try my best to get the key events across in a coherent fashion. I was excited, I had never tried 4-aco-dmt before. My scale isn’t mg accurate so being my dumbass I try to weigh it in grains and eyeball from there. I have a mg tab of etizolam in my pocket in case things go south, along with about 20 more mg in a bag, along with 5 tabs 100 ug 1p-lsd, and the 250 mg of 4 aco. I’d put what was maybe 8 mg of the substance in a little hump on the CD case to Nirvana’s nevermind. I lick a little bit off of my finger and am immediately surprised how much bitterness was packed into so little powder. After the first taste, I nervously, but excitedly rail the remaining hump with a snipped chipotle straw. I have been waiting all day for this. There is an immediate burn, but I like to snort things so I don’t pay it much mind, though the drip tastes like robot asshole and just sits there uncomfortably for like 10 minutes before finally sinking into my stomach.

It begins, or at least ostensibly. My room is organized for the event. My speakers are set up, bed made with a body pillow, and the blacklight on my wall shines brightly, illuminating the psychedelic tapestry hanging behind my bed. I sit in my blankets all snug and such, but about an hour fifteen, maybe an hour thirty goes by and still nothing. Well shit.

I sit in my blankets all snug and such, but about an hour fifteen, maybe an hour thirty goes by and still nothing. Well shit.

 I head back over to the scale next to my laptop on my desk and use my ingenious dosing method to get about 35 or 40 mg on nevermind. I dump the powder on the cd case and rail it off of the picture of the naked baby.

This is where time really begins to escape me. My psychedelic experience prior to this has been lysergamides exclusively so the imagery beginning to manifest was new, though still quite enjoyable for me. About 10 minutes after, colors started to wander around shades of themselves. The white light of my laptop screen shifts between a vague green hue and a brighter pink splash along with some other colors.

I turn on that trap shit because I’m that type of fella and I’m vibing the fuck out. Fuck it, I’mma take more shit. I pop the remaining 80 ug of 1p from the tab I cut earlier and also popped an etizolam (1mg) or two. Probably two. I hobble back to bed in an otherworldly stupor. All of the lights in my room dance across my periphery. I throw on some clam’s casino and I am into it. Like really into it. The music surround my very being and essence and consumes me softly. Predicting that I will black from the etiz, I message my friend to keep a log of my trip. This is said string of messages. Blew some more 4 and am listening to some clams casino

“Its mysticle

Imma throw on some more 1p and another etiz

We fuckin ball

I'm having such a good time and I will likely blackout because oft he etiz so this message commnication line will also be my incoherant captians looooogz

Considering downthing the last 400 ug of 1p”

I take the rest of the 1p that I had, along with some more etiz (3 or 4 mg having been taken at this point). I feel like a barred the fuck out space shaman after about 15 minute when that shit tackles me. I’m chilling, vibing to that trap shit again. Just wow.

At this point I’m contacted by a friend and am being invited to a bonfire. Fucking nice. I don’t know how much time passed between the messages and when I got scooped, but time wasn’t feeling super real at that point. They probably got me around 8 or 9, and I have come down a little, or perhaps the eitz is just mellowing me. The vibe in the car is great. I’m surrounded by friends and immersed in a muddled psychedelic bliss. Though fun, I don’t really remember much the ride there, though I am surprised, I do recall, by my own coherence at this point. We get there and there is a huge campfire swaying with a sort furious nonchalance, fizzing and crackling almost as if it’s trying to share its secrets. In actuality it is just a big camp fire and I’m just tripping balls. As soon as we get there I’m pretty much offering everyone free etiz with few takers. A bottle of vodka is being passed around and I take a pull. I take a few more throughout the night, but no more than like 3 shots.  Joints are being rolled and the host mentions to me that he has L. I buy three tabs and pop them. He keeps going on about how they’re super strong yadayada, same thing everyone who has ever sold acid has said. I haven’t mentioned this yet and I suppose I really ought to have. I had tripped the day prior and also no more than 10 days prior to that, so my tolerance was up.

I had tripped the day prior and also no more than 10 days prior to that, so my tolerance was up.

 At no tolerance the amount of psychs I so far had taken and what I’ve yet to take would have fucking obliterated me.

I forget when, but at some point we piled back into the car to get something or other. We’ll call the two ladies in the front seats A and D, A driving, D being passenger. I’m in the back seat with a new acquaintance, we’ll call him C. I offered C some 4 aco dmt and after a brief explanation of the substance he partakes. Remember what I said about my tolerance being up? Well me being a fucking idiot, I give him the same dose I take. We each took at least 50 mg. He snorts it and sits back. C looks at me, bewildered. It hit him like a train. “What did you give to me, dude?”He looks like he’s spacing all over the place. The other occupants of the car and I reassure him that he is completely safe.I think someone gave him a blanket. I offer some etizolam to mellow his trip, but A interjects that he shouldn’t take anything else. Fair enough, I guess.

Almost as if by teleportation, we’re back at the bonfire. I take another swig of the vodka and I have at the point largely lost track of my etiz consumption ( I’m well aware how risky and stupid mixing alcohol and other cns depressants is, particularly this sort. I’m lucky not to have suffered any serious physical repercussion) . After this point I lose all recollection.

The next day all of my drugs are gone which makes sense except for the etiz. I couldn’t have consumed all of the etiz with everything else without at least a hospital trip, so I still have yet to locate that.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110882

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: May 1, 2018	Views: 1,493

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4-AcO-DMT (387), 1P-LSD (682), LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 Ibogaine

		 smoked
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   12 st

Well, I am not sure where to start, so I'll start with my childhood days of experimenting with substances at wild late night parties. It was during one such occasion a friend introduced me to LSD and gave me a tab, which we both agreed we would wait to take together. He called me later that night and said he had already taken his as he couldn't go out so he'd decided to take his on his own at home, then he prompted me to take mine and said 'may as well as it will just go off if you leave it sitting in the cupboard!'

So not sure of what to expect I decided to do so and soon after he called me just when I started to experience its effects to inform me he hadn't actually taken his, he just wanted me to find out what it was like (nice friend, with friends like that who needs enemies?). Anyway it was a wonderful experience, I sat in my room staring at the walls for most of the night as they where shimmering and moving and I had an uncontrollable urge to giggle at nothing in particular, this was followed by tracers and a lot of visuals.

Anyway it wore off after a full 12 hours and I pretty returned to normality. Carried on with my normal everyday life, I would have to say I found the experience to be both enlightening and very stimulating.

Anyway, years later, after being to more than one such party in my youth and having tried a variety of substances, I decided whilst living away down in the countryside to go out on a mushroom hunt for some Psilocybin. I found a huge field with loads of cows grazing and found a few mushrooms growing right out of a cow pat!

These I took home, washed and dried, then a friend I had met and gotten to know told me he had managed to get hold of some Acid and some Ibogaine paste, he asked me if I wanted any to which I replied that I would indeed like to get hold of some of each. A few days later and I was in possession of all three, Ibogaine, LSD and Shrooms.

This is where it started to get very funky, I first took a few wraps of the Ibogaine paste wrapped in a cigarette paper, then I followed that up with some dried and crushed shrooms in a bowl and then followed that up with 3 tabs of Acid!

The experience itself was terrifying, I saw bright rainbow colors to begin with, followed by a huge urge to sleep (on LSD hard to believe but true!), I fell asleep at around 6:30 in the afternoon thinking my heart was going to explode out of my chest with my thoughts becoming very incoherent to awake sharply at around 10:30 at night. What I saw was something like vine leaves crawling from the walls of the place I was staying, followed by the sight of lights in the sky. I saw something that looked like a huge hooded figure of a man wrestling with a tree outside my bedroom window, this was followed up by a shimmering kind of plant invading the bedroom I was living in which then proceeded to shimmer up and down my arms and YES I could feel this happening as though it was actually real and not a hallucination! I remained awake for most of the night, next day I saw something like a giant worm slithering past the window, whilst smoking another bowl of shrooms. I hadn't slept in almost two days and my mind was bordering on severe psychosis. I eventually abandoned my habitat and returned home to my mother's across 50 miles of land to get there, whilst gibbering about aliens from another world. In the end I even started to hear voices and had to physically force myself to go to sleep and ignore the visuals and the voices in my head which kept re-appearing in the dark, when I turned out the lights!

When I awoke I was convinced it was some kind of huge cosmic joke and that the whole universe was in on it having a huge laugh at my expense. It took two days of sleep to recover from the experience and for me to come to my senses and realize it had all been a very bad trip brought on by taking all three substances at the same time.

I will never do something so stupid ever again, but I will certainly have a much wider view on substance abuse because of the experience itself

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 69608

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 17, 2018	Views: 5,233

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LSD (2), Ibogaine (28), Mushrooms (39) : Combinations (3), Entities / Beings (37), Bad Trips (6), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 0:30
		 .5 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:00
		 .5 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   8 st

SO last night I decided to take acid for only the second time in my life. The first time I was 18 and I hated it but I have read a lot about the therapeutic benefits of LSD and thought it would help me to heal. I was on my own in the flat and put some calming music on.

I took half a tab at 3pm, and then didnt feel anything so took another half, half hour later, and then again another half, half hour after that. By 5pm I was wasted, I couldnt see properly or stand up, I ended up falling into my bed and just closing my eyes, I cant remember anything that happened, only my mind was racing so fast, I couldnt sleep, I was tossing and turning, so hot and sweaty and uncomfortable, and then finally at 4am I started to feel a little normal again. I was meant to go to work this morning but I was a right mess after no sleep. I'm feeling ok now, 24 hours post drug injestion, but I was just wondering what other peoples experience was. Did I take too much, was the environment not good? I must say I never want to take it again! I have DMT and find that a much more powerful and healing experience.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110119

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: May 23, 2018	Views: 998

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LSD (2) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Hangover / Days After (46), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 30 mg

		 2C-B

		 200 mg

		 MDMA

		 300 ug

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

While attending Electric Daisy Carnival 2015, after one day of 20mg of 2C-B, and another day of candyflipping that gave me crosstolerance to LSD, 2-CB, and MDMA; I chose to candyflip again for the third day

I took the LSD right as I entered the gates and approximately 3 and a half hours into the experience I dropped the 2-CB (sic) and MDMA. Shortly after Calvin Harris finished his set; I experienced a state of utter bliss and ego death, wherein an expanse of visual closed eye hyperspace was reached. I found me repeating to myself with my eyes shut, 'I accept' 'I accept' 'I release myself' 'I allow myself'. Here, I confessed my sins to my consciousness and all of reality, and subsequently gave consent for the higher power or ultimate grand architect to embrace me. Then, the entities and universe accepted me into their presence and I realized that it was my duty as an ego less 'nothingness' to use my beautiful language to help others and spread the truth to all beings.

All the while over 130,000 human beings were rolling and raging hard around me, I took a sit on the floor and adopted a Buddhist meditative pose in the midst of the oceanic boundless chaos. I felt and saw the Indian God Vishnu as well, and subsequently identified as a creature similar to this God. When I finally managed to open my eyes and regain control over my shaking weak limbs I looked at the wondrous creatures around me and heard not a single sound but the music overhead, my own thoughts and that of the meditations around me. It was the most beautiful and magnificent of all the experiences in my life. On the day I die, I now know that when I approach the final nothingness and great void, that for at least one time in my life I will have already experienced what it was like to 'die' and be 'reborn'. As Socrates said thousands of years ago, all one ever does in life is prepare for our eventual death. This practice I now have done. I am afraid no longer, only free.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 106484

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: May 25, 2018	Views: 2,795

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LSD (2), 2C-B (52), MDMA (3) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 4 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Clonazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:45

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 1:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 3:00

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 3:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

Hello guys I just thought I would share the best trip of my life that happened the other day

I ended up getting a Vial of LSD from a friend of mine containing a few drops of L. I ended up using the drops of course and was left with an empty Vial. This was some very strong acid and when I did it before 2 drops on a sour patch kid send me to another dimension. Little did I know what I was in for with this rinse.

12:00 p.m. dosed 4 mg of Klonopin and went to my friends.

12:45 p.m start feeling the effects of the klonopin, my body is feeling loose and relaxed this is when I decide to light up a joint.

1:00 arrive at my friends hung out with him and his family and smoked a few bowls before I had to leave. This is when I was feeling great.

2:00 p.m. arrive back at home and begin contemplating on enjoying a trip but did not want  to waste the acid due to the klonopin.

3:00 p.m. I finally decide to trip, but how? I have tabs and the coal but I decided to use the vial to see if a rinse is as strong as everyone says. I begin to pour a small amount of bottled water into the vial. I begin to squeeze it on the cap repeatedly and shaking it as hard as possible . I decide to put enough water in it for 2 doses and that was a great idea for me because if I did it all I would have lost it. I began to put half the liquid in my mouth and swallow.

3:30 rolled a joint to smoke before the trip began, but I'm too late. I was already tripping hard. I begin to smoke and the acid is heavy. I start to become paranoid because I have never felt a come up this strong.

4:30 begin to peak hard. Tracers are everywhere. No matter what I look at it is morphing and tracing into multiple objects. And the colors wow was this a colorful trip. I was feeling so amazed by this drug. I feel like the acid is massaging my body, I feel so comfortable. I texted my friend and wanted to go hangout with him since I was tripping hard all by myself. The road looked like a cartoon. The trees were swaying everywhere and since it was a rainy day the rain literally was red, green, purple, and pink.

5:00 arrive at my friend's safely. We began to play games and he decided Cuphead would be perfect for me and boy was he right. The cartoon game was full of colors and tracers. he took a glance at my eyes and there was no color. I looked in the mirror and seen myself but it looked like my whole face was covered in eyes, weird. We wanted to smoke but I left the weed in my car so I went to get it. It must've took me 20 mins to find it even though I knew where it was. My mind was everywhere. It was dark outside and the rugs to my car seemed like arms reaching for me. This was scary but then I finally found it and went in to smoke. We smoked some bong packs and it was blast off time again. I stayed at his place watching Rick and Morty and playing Cuphead it was fun but it was midnight now so I had to leave. I was coming down slowly now but the dark seemed to have light. The rain was still colorful even in the dark. I make it home and decide to watch some music videos.i began to feel tired around 3 a.m. and I had to work at 7 a.m. so I decided to lay down. I close my eyes and wow I see so many things. The closed eyes visuals lead me to a dream like state and I finally fall asleep.

I feel as if I got the full effects from the drug and saw the world in another way. I have tripped many times but this was the best. Please be safe and I hope this was a good description but it's hard for me to remember the details.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 111814

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 25, 2018	Views: 1,066

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		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Last year, when I was 16 years old when I did acid to trip for the first time, previous times I had did 25I-NBOME which I identified by its strong metallic and bitter taste. The only reason I know this was truly LSD was because I had got caught at school smoking and they searched me, they found the LSD tablets on me and gave them to the cops to be tested, I later discovered through the police department it was indeed LSD. Also to note I don’t remember a whole lot from this trip so I apologize for the choppy sequence of events.

I was stoked to do acid for the first time and I was hyped for spring break, I chose my room as the place to trip. I took one tablet of 200 μg LSD the day I got out of school for spring break. I let the paper sit on my tongue for about 30 minutes and then I chewed it up and swallowed it. It was around 8:30 pm and I kept looking in the mirror to see if my eyes were dilated, they weren’t. I kept waiting as I layed in my bed. I can’t remember whether I was meditating as I waiting for it to kick in or what.

Eventually it did kick in and the first thing I remember doing is rolling around in my bed, laughing to myself. Then my sister came into my room, apparently I disturbed her by rolling around too much in my bed or something. To my surprise I was able to talk to her normally and I told her I was sorry and I’d try to keep to keep it down. The reason why I was rolling around so much is because I loved he way the acid made my body feel, silky and elevated, and my head felt just wierd, but I enjoyed every second of it

The next thing I remember doing is stripping out of my clothes and walking around in my room stark naked. I think I might have been dancing for a few seconds too. After a while I got horny and decided it would be a fantastic idea to jerk off on acid. It took a bit of effort but it was worth it because when I orgasmed I closed my eyes and a explosion of color took life under my eyelids and the orgasm felt sublime.

After masturbating I laid in my bed, and decided just to let my new found euphoria take over. I was rubbing my hands up and down my body and I just kept drooling, I let it roll down my face and down my neck. I let my mind wander as I laid on my bed, It felt like I was floating but not at the same time. After a while I decided to get out of bed to use the restroom, before doing so I decided to put my clothes back on incase someone saw me. I took a piss and it felt strange peeing on acid, I felt it run through my entire system before leaving my body. After that, I just sat on the toilet seat and noticed my skin looked very stange, my veins looked like snakes slithering underneath my skin. As I left the bathroom, my mom was standing outside the door asking me if I was alright, I said I just had to use the bathroom really bad and she believed me.

Around 1 or 2 am I picked up my D.S. and started to play New Super Mario Bros. Quite frankly I was disappointed that it didn’t look trippier on acid. And after that I decided to go to sleep. The next morning I felt the effects had completely gone away. However I look back on this experience as a positive one and I would do it again.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 111748

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: May 31, 2018	Views: 907

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LSD (2) : Various (28), First Times (2), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

I can hear the music harsh rattling whirr and thump - marching human automaton technology rattling the ceiling up the stairs places crazy living noise party on the upper floors of the high-rise, banners draped from the uppermost windows block the light to the top half of the building. The lift doors all open into the black shaft makes a great image in the mind falling falling through the void crack! My head catching the steel girders of the shaft in hard fast deathpain clanging silence still falling. Real blackness now that would really whack bounce right off skull cracking on that steel edge.

In this corridor is an old joystick arcade machine smashed screen behind circuit boards and panels are visible - a row of glowing oblong panels shoots from behind me just past my right eye and into the distance - click click - whirrr - patterns like Mayan idols line the outer extremes of my vision, dancing - morphing with solid liquid technology of mercury and hard frictionless plastic tac - seeds dying and reborn inside patterned in spiral matrix - in the party people are decoding - parts breaking off into reams of numerical digits and light - split like bad tracking - blips inherent in my system blocked messages of violence images seem to skip and freeze randomly - eyes roll in the sockets - lesbians with space cadet jackets held down below the shoulders mooch around sporting booze and fags, rat-hair matted layers give her extra. Huge rubbish piles and abandoned hoardings rot and overlap damply in a corner - in one room sun shines brightly through a solitary exposed window white as someone touches my neck inaudible whispers coolly into my ear I’m watching the fenced road scarred concrete block landscape wracked with steel and synthetic frames the planet is a concrete and steel ice crystal in all directions splaying, growing outwards - cheek touch in the shiny milk light of the room.

Another room steel sounds rain down force from the ceiling big black bags around this guy’s eyes like coal sacks all the way to the ears cap peak coming over straight darkening mechanic. Another room dusty, dark, empty time delaying. Another room he comes down on his victim heavy with a fist I see it all blood spurting out of his nose and mouth - sledgehammer - smash the huge lump of metal crashes up through the edge of his jaw shattering tooth and bone across the room man drops death gurgling head coming apart - Get out! Run! Leave the building blood from the victim splattered on my shirt mind spinning sickening turns - get away from there! Go! Darkness spinning in from all sides.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 43438

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 5, 2018	Views: 721

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LSD (2) : General (1), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 150 ug
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 2 tablets
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

First time on LSD

-- 16:30

Took one blotter á 150µg about 30 minutes ago.

Going to try to update this as a sort of trip report today.

Don't feel anything yet. A little bit light headed, but no visual changes.

-- 17:10

40 minutes since I ingested it.

Colors seem interesting, but no hallucinations yet.

-- 17:31

I'm feeling very funny. Sound is starting to sound weird. Colors are very appealing.

-- 19:04

Everything is changing forms, and colors are turning into eachother. When I try to look at the screen to type, the background fades from white to light-gray, and the presumably blue sides of the document is blue, then green, then blue, then pink.

Words are mixing up with eachother. I'm feeling a strong sensation of euphoria right now.

Tracers everywhere

 --19:27

Forgot to mention it before, but since my initial ingestion of 1 blotter á 150ug, I've since consumed 2 more blotters.

The brand was said to be hoffman, but I'm not sure. I haven't seen any strong hallucinations as of yet.

Things are changing shapes and colors are turning into eachother, and I'm feeling a bit euphoric, but other than that, nothing to report thus far.

-- 20:20

Shaved my face and my balls. That was a bad idea. The hairs just grew back out. Not sure how it looks down there now.

Not sure I want to know.

Euphoria has decreased in strength, but is still present.

Tracers fucking everywhere, and colors are no longer staying the same at all.

-- 22:15

Tracers still there. I think visual enhancements and changes appear less now than before.

Euphoria no longer present. Feel an uncomfortable feeling of anxiety for something. Not sure what. And the text in the textbox becomes distorted from time to time. Not sure if hallucinating. Feel much more introverted than before. Would like to embalm myself inside a warm cornbrown shell carried by some older asian woman. Obviously (as proven by the above) I have a tendency to drift of in thoughts. Still not feeling comfortable.

-- 22:39

tracers still there, and as I'm concentrating on the screen, the surroundings seems to blur and change shapes.

All in all, so far, I'm a bit dissapointed. I had expected a stronger experience.

-- 01:09

tracers still there. I've come back from a visit to some friends where I enjoyed some weed, which seemed to help me focus on some abstract fractial-ish art on the wall for a couple of hours.

Atm I dont feel very high, but screen still shaking and surroundings still changing shapes, so must be under unfluence. gonna go outside for some outside stimuli. should be mentioned that visual changes are nothing to what happens inside (emotionally, spiritually, and in ways that no sober man could understand. like another dimension.)

-- 01:16

still haven't gone outside. Just felt the urge to explain something. psychedelic patterns inspire me to reform them and also rethink aspects of me.

-- 01:41

going outside was amazing. stay focused on the changes and they will be more evident. calling it a night for me. gonna go to sleep with a candle light in front of me

-- 02:05

still get tracers. feels like I should've taken these blotters earlier on the day to be able to experience the full tripp. there's still some left as far as I can tell. I have a poster on my wall. I can make this turn into a lesbian orgy just by laying down and really really STARING at it. and this changes into three girls kissing, into three chicks in bathing suites, into something I dont even know what's supposed to be, and then, when I eventuelly flash out of it (which I'm trying to prevent), it's just that picture. Thing is... when these transformations begin, I can actually see duplicates from these transformations all around me; on the walls; on the roof; on the floor. it's like a movie playing all around me.

Going to bed again now. Still got some fuel left, but I'm pretty tired.

--02:26

took my night medication now. Tracers still here. transformations still appear. note to self: get incense for next trip

--19:39 following day

I felt slightly dysforic earlier today, but it passed when I took a light dose of alprazolam.

Right now I feel at peace. The trip - of course - is over, but I feel like it helped me understand myself in some way.

And strangely enough, I don't feel tempted to trip again. In fact I don't feel tempted to do drugs at all. I feel contamplated.

Some day I may do another trip, but as of now, although the trip was pleasant, I'm not interested in doing it again.

My rating in the trip: 4/5.

By far the most amazing drug experience I've ever had, but I was under the impression that the hallucinations would be more 'fear and loathing in las vegas'-ish.

In contrast, that visuals wasn't the most powerful part of the trip. It was the inner journey that the music and visuals guided me through - spiritually and emotionally - that was the amazing part.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 96473

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Jun 7, 2018	Views: 837

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LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), First Times (2), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 3.5 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   220 lb

Me and a friend had taken many hits of LSD before this intense experience. I was very educated on the drug and had a sincere passion for its effects. We got our hands on some LSD-25 blotter papers made in Switzerland. I took 3 and a half and he took two. We layed down on the end of my dock around 6 oclock looking up at the sky waiting for the LSD to kick in and the sun to start setting. About 1 hour and a half after taking it the most ridiculous things started appearing in the clouds, we saw many faces glaring at us. The clouds moved to form a huge spiral in the sky covering the entire sky. My mind and spirit left my body. I felt like I had no control over myself or anything else around me I went wherever the doses took me. Many other things happened during my trip that by the way lasted 16 hours. LSD is fun.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 77279

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 17, 2018	Views: 934

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

First time LSD trip for a constant shroomer

On a clear night, I went to someone's house I didn't know that well with a new good friend of mine from treatment. I have gobbled tons of boomers in my lifetime but I had never experienced acid.

I felt like I knew what to expect: maybe to get a little uneasy  because it would be very intense. But this was not so.

Yes, it was more intense. Things seemed to move much faster than on shrooms. I ended up having sex on acid. This was something that was not planned! I saw stars, tons of them, beautiful stars,slightly deformed stars--- and the scenery was always immaculate. I studied everything, because there was so much demention, and it didn't have any similar hallucinations to shrooms. This was an individualized drug, I must say. Completely unexpected. I remember looking at a Kurt Cobain poster. Kurt was winking, smiling and even slightly flirting with me through his stares.I laughed at lot, this drug is so beautiful, I seemed to be seeing chinese dragons in trees and such, it was SO beautiful. Everything was.

The next 2 days I felt a little dead/emotionless but it all comes back.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 54676

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 17, 2018	Views: 1,035

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Glowing Experiences (4), Sex Discussion (14), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

The night I did two cubes was a crazy night, the experience was absolutely amazing. I had only done one hit befor I did these two, so it was quite a leap in dosage. In the beginning of the night I was having an amazing amount of fun, riding a bmx around, jumping off stuff, times where good. After maybe 2 hours my peak began, and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The hallucinations where absolutely insane, stuff like trees swaying in the non-existent wind, and clouds forming really beautiful shapes. The most odd thing that I had experienced was what I call 'cone vision' where the middle of my sight seemed closer to me than it really was, while the outer sides of my sight was farther away than it really was.

The whole thing was really an odd experience. Then the anxiety hit me, I cant quite remember how scared I was that night, but I know that the fright was overwhelming. I soon realized, after my trip, that the reason I got so scared was because of the place that I took the cubes in the start. It was new to me, so during the trip, everything seemed new to me, too new, and thats what scared me the most... I think atleast.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 49782

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 17, 2018	Views: 916

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), General (1), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

A Tattoo On Acid...

Two days ago, I went to get my second Tattoo done and my first one retouched, and decided, since I don't get tattoos often, and I had a tab with me, I should eat it, and I did, and let me tell you something, NOT A GOOD IDEA, at least not from the acid side, I was so concentrated on keeping the pain away, that I didn't peak on the acid, only after the tattoos where done and I relaxed, I got the acid working, and it was After Peak, I was comming down, and I was never really up, the good part is that I was able to keep most of the pain away thanks to the acid since when I relaxed, the pain also came flaring back with a Bad attitude.

So... Tattoo on acid, A good idea for the pain, A bad Idea for the Acid

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 70183

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 18, 2018	Views: 818

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LSD (2) : General (1), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2.5 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

I have experienced many psycadelic drugs such as lsd, mushrooms, and dmt.  About 2 months ago I took 2.5 hits of blotter acid and 1 blue dolfin roll about 1 hour after peaking on the cid.  I was in a state of control where I could add to my trip in different ways; I could add or seem to control the music around me as well as distort faces of the people around me and my setting.  I had gotten to a point where I was convinced I could actually control it permanently.  After I came down I was exausted and I slept about 5 hours. After that experience I can concentrate my thoughts to the tripping mindset.  The first time I did it in school about 6 weeks ago and I thought I was going insane.  I then realized it was exactly like the last trip I experienced.  Ever since I seem to get better and better at reaching this point and even exceeding it.  I am still trying to discover how I can concentrate and upbring this state of mind to a perfection.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52168

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 18, 2018	Views: 967

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : General (1), Combinations (3), Hangover / Days After (46), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes
		 (daily)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Quit smoking with help from lsd

I had only been smoking for 6 months but when I tried to quit I found it very difficult. I was smoking almost a pack and a half a day at this time and we picked up our blotters of 4-20 acid we were gonna save till 4-20. We decided to test it out and I took one hit.

We walked around the downtown area of our small town in northern Arizona smoking pot and ciggarettes. About an hour into the trip I started having really bad back and chest pain and after every stog it just got worse. I started analizing how my body was reacting to the constant cloud of smoke I was breathing in and how ciggarettes didnt even do much for me in the first place.

The next day I had no cravings no axiety or any of the sort. I tryed to quit many times but always gave in but this time it was not even a challenge, I just didnt do it. Its been 2 weeks now and I havnt smoked one ciggarette.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 70912

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 18, 2018	Views: 1,086

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LSD (2), Tobacco - Cigarettes (266) : General (1), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash
		 (extract)

		 1 glass
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   212 lb

12 Month old LSD, Doesn't work?

I have taken LSD for around 10 years, smoked Cannabis for 14 years and have tried most other soft drugs. I was at my friends house, we talked about various drugs and the effects, smoked a bit of grass and watched a few videos. Just before I left to go home he said he had some old LSD tabs (about 12 months he said) he brought out the packet, it contained 10 tabs with piece signs draw in red. Goody Goody I thought, ill go home ring a couple of mates get a few vid's in and we'll have a bash. 12 month acid probably won't work anyway I thought.

Got home called 2 of my best mates, it was about 7pm when they arrived. Sat down smoked a bong with hash and downed a Tab with a can of Lager. 30 mins later and a couple of joints nothing was happening(LSD wasn't working) we each ate another LSD tab and smoked another bong, we waited for another 45mins 'nothing'. Must be duff acid, by this time we were pretty stoned so time was starting to be difficult to pin down. It was around 9pm and me and one of my mates ate another acid and smoked another bong, BANG it was almost as-if it was waiting for us to take that one extra. I have had some excellent trips before but this took the biscuit, my friend who had the 2 acid left the house in a hurry saying he had to go(poor guy didn't no what hit him). Thats left me and Dave to finnish the acid our selfs, it get patchy and hard to describe as I'm not great at writing, but I will try, while sitting on the sofa with TV in corner and CD going, my vision became completey detached from what I was looking at, the room was gone, although it was gone it used the same lines which I could see just different? Weird shit. 10 hours later after a bad trip with spiders and fireplaces and curtains we started to surface and get back to talking to each other.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 17220

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 18, 2018	Views: 798

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