		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I am a 26 year old caucasian male.  I grew up in an upper-middle class family in Tennessee.  I took LSD when I had just turned 19 and was a senior in high school.  I think about my life before that trip as my 'automaton days.'  The three tabs of paper that I took that night awakened me to God Consciousness, The Glory, The Thundering Silence, The Clear Light of The Void, The Absolute.  Since that night I have been seeking for this Truth, or reflections of it, in every earthly discipline, including art, literature, poetry, psychology, anthropology, philosophy, mysticism and spirituality.  The experience initiated into those seekers, those treaders of The Path, who seek meaning in the human form as in the Ground of Being, That Eternal Space which is beyond this corporeal life. Not a day goes by that I do not express deep gratitude for this Gift.  It has enriched and inspired my life beyond measure.

I had only tripped two times previously, and I had had one mediocre experience and one horrendous one.  I don't know what exactly prompted me to trip again, other than a feeling that there was more to experience.  Also, the conditions were ideal.  As I mentioned, I took three 'hits' or tabs of blotter paper at around 1 am.  I was in my house and my parents were asleep.  My three friends, 2 guys and a girl, took the same dosage that I did and a fourth friend decided to stay sober and just hang out with us.

It started to kick in about an hour later, as we all sat comfortably on the carpet in my living room, playing with some peacock feathers and a magnifying glass, which just fortunately happened to be in the room. We enjoyed the visual effects as well as the tactile sensations, which seemed to be magnified 100 fold.  We went outside.  Although it was probably only 3 am, I could already sense the position of the sun in relation to the earth and anticipated the 'sunrise' with great joy.  In fact, the whole experience could be described as anticipatory, yet without any end resolution.  That is, the colors of the world kept getting brighter and fuller, and my bliss kept rising to more and more ecstatic levels.  I had the sense, 'So, this is what life is all about.'  There were levels upon levels of meaning and revelation that I will not describe here, out of respect for the essentially ineffable nature of the experience of Pure Being.

At one point I had the distinct sense that I had entered a more primal stage of my soul's evolution.  I was walking hunched over and scratching my belly just above the navel, as primates are often seen doing.  There was a pleasant, ticklish sensation there, that I felt I had to touch with my hand.  I realized that this place was where the soul resides, or at least where it is most specifically concentrated.  I felt good and right and happy and free in this primal state.  I was acutely aware of my surroundings - every touch, smell, sight.  The flowers in the garden by the carport were exploding with Brilliant Inner Light.  The grass was covered in the most precious, shining diamonds I had ever seen.  I was aware that this perception could also be scientifically reduced to the effect of the sunlight reflecting off the blades of grass, but I was not interested in explanations.  I was seeing the world afresh, as if I had just opened my eyes for the first time.  I was seeing the Universe just as It is, in Its 'suchness.'  And it was Glorious.

I mentioned my bodily sensations were enhanced greatly.  I felt such indescribable joy and yet I felt more at home in my body than ever before.  How could this be?  I had been living in this vessel for 19 years and had never felt this right.  Everything was as it should be, both inside and out.  And yet, this distinction was meaningless.  Every distinction was meaningless.  There was no more sense of being myself as distinct and separate from others.  My friends and I were obviously One Being.  As such, all concerns with boundaries dissolved.  My friend and I were suddenly kissing each other and it felt wonderful.  The closer we became, the better, generally.  We drew flower petals on each others' cheeks.  This soul-vessel was here to be decorated!  Why not?!  We put on the most colorful clothes we could find.  We wanted to express this joy.  Why not?!

We beheld the intricate designs in the bark of an oak tree, bewildered by the Design.  We spoke to each other without words.  We Knew what each other was thinking.  Words/concepts/symbols and even metaphors fail to capture this experience, but, hey, I tried.  Then we put on Ray Lynch's 'Deep Breakfast.'  This was the perfect deepener.  I believe that those exquisite minutes, hours?, years?, were the happiest moments of my life.  But 'happy' does not do it justice.  No words do.  So I will just keep to the phenomenological description.  Tears were streaming down my face and my friends faces.  Our eyes were shining with the Light of Soul.  There was nothing that could be said that would have accurately expressed the depth and richness of the experience.  I remember feeling Gratitude.  I remember feeling Love.  I remember feeling Peace Beyond All Understanding.

The following night, my trip companions and I met in a cafe.  We were still embued with the Energy from the experience.  We felt a deep bond between us:  we had become brothers and sisters.  Since that day, I have had other transcendent (as well as embodied) experiences using LSD, mushrooms, ecstasy, meditation, holotropic breathwork!!!, chanting, drumming, dancing and sex.  I will always be a professional psychonaut (Jonathan Ott's term).

My holotropic breathwork session that I recently participated in was incredible:  I accessed a place in where I felt completely comfortable and at home in my body and yet energetically expansive and expressive.  I realized that this Precious Sanctum is always there and must be respected.  Because of this Inner Divinity, we must be kind to ourselves and forgive ourselves for not being who we want (idealize) ourselves to be.  We are all beautiful, vulnerable, magnificient Beings.  It is of great importance, cosmically, karmically and energetically that we love ourselves, in spite of all our perceived flaws.  I think that everyone knows this instinctively, and yet we get distracted from this vision by the media and work and school expectations and, especially, religious ethics.  We must trust in our Original Perfection.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 37090

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 24, 2008	Views: 6,653

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LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Relationships (44), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 3 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 3 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

Over the last few years I've indulged in excessive drug consumption, mainly ecstacy and coke, but on occasion LSD, mushrooms, base and whatever else comes along. I'm in my early twenties and my drug use is always contained to my social peer group. I hold a well paid job, and continue to function well in society. E is my drug of choice, for sure. Each weekend, I can safely say I'll be eating a handful of pills at least one evening. However, towards the end of last year I became interested in LSD. With a couple of willing friends I tripped a few seperate times, always having an absolute ball. The first time I tripped, myself and my friend munched a blotter each and went on the rampage at our local rock music venue/pub. We ended up laying on the grass in his mum's garden looking at the stars and laughing our arses off before going 'garden running' through his entire street's neighbours' back gardens. A great night was had, and LSD was something I wanted to do more often.

Having done a little 'buying and selling' of various substances in the past, I had the required contacts to source up some acid pretty quickly, and in next to no time was the proud owner of a small vial containing about 12-14 drops of a dark coloured liquid which was, according to the chap I purchased it from, some good and strong LSD. I sat on this for about a fortnight or so until I felt it was the right night for me and my fellow tripper to indulge ourselves. The two of us headed off to a nice and quiet pub in the town centre, which was run by a kindly old dear who was very tolerant of us all whenever we got drunk/high in there and started acting like clowns, and headed straight to the toilet where we liberally applied three drops via a pippette to the back of our hands, which we licked off. We were in an upbeat mood, very relaxed, laughing and joking around with my girlfriend who had met us in the pub and all in all having a whale of a time whilst necking a few beers. We noticed that a birthday party was happening in a seperate part of the bar, and all of the students were dressed as pirates and we were duly invited to join them.

Now, by this point, the effects of the drug were beginning to manifest themselves. Several times, myself and my trip companion had been talking only for conversation to dissolve into giggles and I was also beginning to notice the lights brightening somewhat and dimensions becoming mildly distorted. At this point I suggested we finish off the vial, and thus we did. We manouvered into the gents toilets and in a fit of hilarity deposited 3 more drops on each of our hands. Things almost came unstuck at this point as midway through doing this someone came into the toilets and saw us squirting brown liquid onto our hands from a small bottle whilst laughing and falling around the place. Fortunately, the poor guy looked absolutely terrified, God alone knows what he must have thought. It reminded me of that scene from 'Fear And Loathing' somewhat. Anyway, suitably dosed up we went back to our drinks and carried on the night.

Within another half hour or so, we were both completely fucked. A bunch of our friends turned up and everything was great. The walls were shaking, the floor bucking, tables were dancing around the place, I was on fine form cracking jokes and having the time of my life and looking forward so much to the rest of the evening. The vial and the remainder of the contents were dumped in my drink so as to wash out any residue, and a beer fight started with the pippette. This caught the attention of the land lady who came and gave us a bollocking (we're all well known to her, and as I said, she is pretty tolerant of us) and confiscated the pippette and the now empty vial. A group decision was made, as it was approaching closing time (11pm over here in England :/) we would hotfoot it to our local rock club which was licensed till 2am. As a group, a couple of acid freaks, a few pillheads and plenty of drunks, we rolled out of the pub and into the night.

Now, let me just say, up till this point the trip wasn't especially strong. Sure, we were fucked, high as kites, in a terrible state, but neither of us were tripping out yet, things were just a little crazy. That changed as soon as we hit the fresh air. My memory is a little flaky of the journey between pubs (maybe a ten minute walk). I can remember cars screaming past at an astounding speed and volume, my legs kept stretching and shrinking as I walked, my friend's faces took on dark and menacing overtones. I became a little paranoid, a little wigged out. This wasn't helped by the other guy on acid climbing on cars and bus shelters, removing his clothes, screaming his face off and at one point dry humping a church. Yup, he humped a church. He's going straight to hell. Nonetheless, I was holding it together fine and kept it in my mind that I would soon be sitting in my favourite drinking establishment, nursing a beer.

This pub is huge. It's gargantuan, in fact. It's permanently packed to the rafters with rock kids and goths, the music is always full volume and the lights are always bright. I'm well known in there and as I staggered through the door, an unbelievable wave of terror washed across me. I mean, absolute ball shrinking terror. I had tunnel vision and I could just make out a group of friends at the bar who were calling me over, so over I went. This meant negotiating the bouncers and bar manager, who had recently given me a telling off for necking pills in the place, and I couldn't deal with it. The paranoia was too much. 'They're onto me,' my internal monologue said 'Run!'

I managed to bite down on the urge to run and made it to the bar and my friends. By this point though, reality stopped having any meaning. I can't describe things at this point. There was just colours, and noise, and faces, and eyes and I bolted. I was out of the pub like a jack rabbit, on my own. Days later, a girl who I was at the bar with said this was hilarious, that I was standing there stock still save my eyes, which were darting this way and that before I lurched into a sprint through the front door. I can see the funny side, now.

Once outside, I was dead set on getting home and laying in bed. I had the fear, badly. I practically ran to my house, which was only a few minutes away, avoiding eye contact with the terrible monsters that I saw on my way home. When I got my key out of my pocket, I was flabbergasted to find it was six feet long. 'How the fuck did I get THAT in my pocket?' I wondered, before trying to knock down the door with it. Once inside, I began to relax, I was out of danger. I sat down on the sofa and took a breath, before noticing something move out of the corner of my eyes. Some people were having sex on the floor! 'What the FUCK!!!' I leaped up and noticed that not only were there two people on the floor over there fucking like rabbits, the sofa had morphed into people going at it too!!! In a matter of seconds the room was filled with people writhing around on each other. I ran upstairs to my room, but there were people copulating in there too, so I wrapped my duvet around my head. Unfortunately I could still see the people. I have never felt a terror like this, before or since. I didn't know who I was, where I was, what was happening or if it was ever going to stop. Amazingly, I managed to phone a close friend who was sober, and she came and rescued me.

And then the terror stopped, it was as if the last half hour hadn't happened. Once my friend was there, all was right with the world and we went for a drive to her sisters house, which was a fantastic journey. I had watched Apocalypse Now a few days prior and as we were driving through the rain I had a full on 'Veet-nam' trip going on :) Once at her sisters I was able to sit down, relax and enjoy the frankly awe inspiring play of lights and colours around the room. I also had an excellent conversation with her dog, chatting to this intelligent creature like a long lost friend, although I'm told the dog was trying to savage me rather than discuss the pros and cons of Radiohead.

I was up all night, watching TV, chatting with my friend and frankly just enjoying thr trip. Little people were climbing out of photographs and dancing, her computer melted before my eyes before zooming back into existence and, for some reason, my thumb kept falling off, which amused me no end. At about 8am, I was coming down and starting to feel a little angsty so made my way home and walked across town. Still feeling odd, I showered as soon as I got home and hallucinated that the jet of water was stripping my skin off, which was unpleasent, but by this point I was coherent enough to realize it was just the acid and that I was alright. Still, quite a strange experience washing myself when my skin and muscle is being stripped from the bone.

I felt tired and uncomfortable for the rest of the day, unable to sleep, but unwilling to get up and try and do anything. I've had worse comedowns off of ecstacy where I'm in physical pain, but I did feel terrible, bodily and mentally. Luckily, the girl I was seeing came round to visit and pampered her 'poor little acidhead' all day.

All in all, a breathtaking experience. Demonstrated an awful lot to me. First of all, set and setting is as important as Leary always said it was. I doubt I'll ever do acid in such a social environment again, there's just too much stimulae and room for too much to go wrong. As soon as I was rescued, the fear went and the following 6 or 7 hours were the most enjoyable of my life. Lastly, doing as much as I did is probably inadvisable. I had tripped only a couple of times before the above events took place, I don't think I was ready for such a large dose. I've tripped a bunch of times since and generally only take a couple of drops at most and still have a great time. I also felt fucking horrible for days afterwards. I didn't stop having visuals until about 24 hours after dosing, and the comedown lasted days.

Oh, and the other guy on acid who I'd left in the pub? Apparently, he had a great time in there. He's well known as a complete loony around our town and his odd behaviour didn't raise any eyebrows!!! Not even when he got down on all fours and rubbed his head on the floorboards because he 'wanted to comb his hair'... :/ ;)

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 37241

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 3, 2008	Views: 7,471

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Hangover / Days After (46), General (1), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 0.6667 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   168 lb

Hello, I'm 18 years old and come from the most average (boring) place you could imagine. Prior to LSD, I have frequently used marijuana and alcohol, occasional DXM (with marijauana), and I have done shrooms twice. This is my tale of acid.

LSD always interested me primarily because of the place it had in history. Somewhere between my Sophomore and Junior years in high school, I really got into the music that was spawned by the acid outbreak of the late 60's. I was really into Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, the Doors, Country Joe &amp; the Fish, a lot of the real classic and notoriously acid-soaked bands of that time. I read so much about it from studying up on those bands, as well as reading the online info. It was very attractive to me. I had heard plenty of people say that it's 'too hardcore' and 'don't do acid' but I wasn't about to take their word for it. I wanted to try it myself.

Well, good acid these days is very hard to come by. On two occasions I bought what was supposed to be LSD and clearly was not, because I never got any effects from it. However, on the third occasion, I bought two hits of acid for $25 (considering how rare it is here, that's a good price) and decided to take 2/3 of a tab for my first trip. I didn't want to overdo it because I would be tripping alone for my first time as my parents never let me stay out all night. Coincidentally, this trip was happening on the eve of my 18th birthday. I felt I could handle a low dose acid trip by myself, as I had done so with shrooms before. So, after I came home on the Friday night before my 18th birthday the following day, I popped 2/3 of one of my tabs on my tongue and let it soak in (about 11:30, I'd say). I watched some TV.

About an hour later, I felt something. I hadn't smoked in a few hours at least, so there wasn't anything else in my system besides the acid. This feeling built on itself, it was like some kind of energy was building up inside me. When it became very noticeable, I decided to migrate to my bedroom where I would spend the remainder of the trip. That rising energy feeling continued to develop, and for the longest time I sat in my bed waiting for it to go somewhere. It kept getting more intense, but the feeling itself wasn't really changing. Finally, a little over two hours after my dose, I began to see trails behind my hand as I waved it around. The trails gave way to other things, and within a half hour I was tripping acid. For real.

What I 'saw' is different from what I 'felt.' I saw things like my posters melting down the walls, my carpet had moving patterns on it (as well as my bed). I have a big Jim Morrison poster and Jim's face kept changing into the most intense visual display I've ever seen. He would grow facial hair that looked like snakes and his skin would melt off, revealing a bloody skull with eyes and hair, and instantly return to normal. His eyes and mouth would change, sometimes it felt like the Jim poster had as much ability to think as I did, and was screwing around with me. As crazy as that all sounds, never did any of this feel overwhelming to me. But that's just me.

The most profound moment, however, was when I took out a small mirror that I keep in my room. For a long time I stared at my own face in the mirror, watching as it changed. The ways my face changed were confusing, sometimes I didn't realize anything had even happened to the image until it returned to normal. My face would change in some way, then return to normal when I realized it was different, then change again. I would open my eyes and mouth very wide and my entire face would hang down like someone had just draped the skin over my face. At one point, I sat and stared at a fixed point right between my eyes in the reflection. The image of my face the lifted off the mirror and floated toward me. It was my face, but it was completely out of order. It was as if someone had taken all of my face apart and reassembled it completely randomly. It was smudged and swirled, but I could locate all the features of my face, though they were just all in the wrong place. Sure enough, if I moved my mouth or blinked, the image would correspond in the same way, even with things being in the wrong place as they were.

There's a lot of things I don't really have to explain in detail. I was thinking a lot, about myself and my place in the world. I was listening to the music that had originally sparked my interest in acid, and I could see how this drug and this music tied together so closely. I just felt that even though I was so removed from the world at the time, somehow I was the world. The world was all contained within my small bedroom, and I was the center of it. How the world acted depended on me. This was my world, my life, my decision.

....

Prior to doing acid, I felt often that I didn't know who I was. I felt lost, I had dueling personalities (maybe even three? no idea). I was confused about life sometimes (a lot, actually). After the trip, though, I kind of felt like I found myself. I really knew who I was now, and what my place was. I don't want to pretend that acid solves problems and that drugs are the solution to anything, but this stuff really does work like that. It's a remarkable substance, unfortunately victimized by a world that doesn't understand the things it could be used for.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47878

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 9, 2008	Views: 7,240

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Alone (16)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   10 kg

I had a desire to try acid for almost two years before I actually tried it. I wasn't quite sure what to expect but I felt that my experience would help me to deal with it.

Myself and a small group of friends had gathered at someone's house to try out some acid. We had each separately tried it but in very low doses. The evening started with a few joints to pass the time, we wanted to wait until there was no chance of bumping into any of his family members as they were still at the house. It was about 10pm when we decided to drop our first tabs. I had originally decided to go very slowly. On my first acid experience I had been tripping for 7 hours on just one tab and a bottle of cough medicine. It was an hour later when I thought that maybe one tab wouldn't be enough so I chewed down another. Over the following hour I started to feel a mild sense of euphoria and a desperate desire to eat my last tabs. By midnight I had munched down 4 tabs of half decent acid, as had one of my friends. Another (the guy whose house we were at) had taken 7 as he was a big guy and liked to get as high as possible whenever he chose to take any drugs. The other two people there took somewhere between 1 and 2 each.

We were at the end of watching some stoner film when I began to notice that something was different. Something felt out of place or strange but I didn't know what. Then, as I stared at the computer screen that had been playing the film, I noticed that everything had started to melt. At first I thought it was a screen saver so I asked the others what they saw, it seemed that they're tabs hadn't taken affect yet. I then looked back at the screen and noticed that all the walls were pulsating colour that seemed to trickle down the walls. I felt very comfortable with this, it made me feel warm, which was good because it was freezing outside as it was about a week or two before Christmas.

I stood up and looked at the others. They seemed stoned, uncommunicative, lethargic, as if something terrible had or was about to happen. I remember walking around the living room and kitchen when my mood began to shift. No longer was I happy and energetic. Now I was feeling ill. I felt like I might suddenly explode as the pressure on my stomach and brain built. This worried me at first, then I managed to focus and realise what had to be done. I told that others that we should go for a walk. It didn't take long to convince them as I could start to see them coming up, the drug had reached their brains. Now they were as excited as I was at the prospect of wandering the streets for many hours.

We had left the house before 1am (any real concept of time was lost for the next few hours). The five of us decided to head for the nearest park to make full use of the children's playground. Thankfully it was only about two minutes walk from his front door. We were delayed by the sounds of cats fighting. The noise was incredibly loud and seem to come from all around us. I remember standing in the middle of the road spinning round in a circle trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. My hands began to wave around in front of my face even though I hadn't told them too. The combination of this noise and the silhouettes of my hands became too much. I stopped just in time to stop myself from going crazy.

We reached the playground and utilised the swings. Even in the darkness I could see the amazingly bright colours that covered the playground's equipment. This was when I realised that the drug was beginning to engulf me. I could feel the psychedelic colours swarm around my head as though everything had become effected by my hallucinations. Normally when tripping I find that I only see things differently when I look directly at them, even then they appear to remain reasonably normal. Now even my peripheral vision was effected by the hallucinations. Everyone and everything was covered by a blanket of multi-coloured shifting patterns and shapes. This was fantastic as for the first time ever I felt truly at one with a drug. I was able to lose sense of what reality is really like in a safe environment.

Still in the playground, some of my companions had decided to eat some tangerines that they had brought with them. There was a massive fruit bowl in the living room of the house that had been emptied very quickly. The bananas went first, the texture and consistency of these once chewed was disgust so I binned it. They, however, loved the sensation of eating whilst tripping. They had carried as many tangerines and oranges as they could out to the playground and spent a few minutes savagely tearing the skin off. This was quite a manic scene that had made me think they had all become far too intrigued by this action, that they would be there for some time. Thankfully they stopped and we played on the adventure playground.

Bored of this we chose to carry on walking around discussing what was happening. Most of this is a complete blur to. What I do remember is trying not to focus on the hallucinations as, after a short while, they became too dominating. We eventually ended up at the house. I felt like the drug had left me and I grew tired. However, when I stopped to look at the small table in front of me and saw that it was stretched and out of proportion with itself (i.e. some legs were different sizes to the others but the table top remained level). I realised that the acid was still there. It was laying dormant whilst I was cold and my blood was running slowly. Now I was warm again, increased heart rate, the LSD was waking up.

The five of us had gathered in the living room, the door was shut and we had circled a coffee table/stool and began talking again whilst rolling up a few spliffs. This was a difficult task as concentrating on anything for more than a moment or two was almost impossible. We would occasionally break into fits of laughter and we each had huge grins on our faces for the duration of the evening. It was not long before we got a call from a few friends who wanted to pay us a visit. I remembered that a few hours earlier they had called to say that they were on their way. At the time it sounded like a good idea but I was no longer sure. It was late and I was perfectly happy with the people that already surrounded me. The pair had arrived and were waiting for us nearby. We had no choice now but to meet them and hope for a quick resolution (i.e. that they would decide to go home, allowing us to do the same).

Before leaving we went into the back garden to pay the dog a visit. Thankfully he was a placid dog, content to just stand there silently whilst we gathered around him. I couldn't understand how obsessed the others were by him. They seemed to be worshipping the dog. I wondered if they had gone mad but when I saw the dog's eyes I realised what had happened. It did have some kind of power over them, I knew this because his eyes' were both glowing bright green and I became convinced that he was trying to place thoughts in my mind by looking at me. This was not frightening, it just made me feel a little bit uneasy.

We left to meet the other two just around the corner from the house. I new one of the guys and could tell by his expression that he wanted to go home, he seemed to have been dragged here by his companion who was looking for a good night spliff. Thankfully we had left almost the entire stash back at the house, this made it a lot easier to get rid of him as lying about how much we had wouldn't be a problem. I let the others take care of the situation, I couldn't handle all the noise. If I did speak to them I think I would have told the to 'fuck off', that would have led to a very painful conclusion to the evening.

We eventually got away and back to the house. The atmosphere had been destroyed. It had put a real downer on a fine evening. Upon re-entering the house we all seemed to go into auto-pilot. Without saying a word we all managed to get back to where we were before we left on that little mission. It was fantastic. What made this even better was the fact that in our absence the lava lamp had heated up and was now flowing rather nicely. With all the lights off this made a nice centre piece.

The process of rolling up a nice spliff had started again but it was not easy as concentration levels were very low. I remember how we would have conversations about rolling up then someone would eventually decide to take it upon themselves to complete this task. However, it would not take long for them to get side tracked and we'd end up talking about it again. This went on for some time, I was sure we were stuck in some kind of a loop.

Eventually the task was completed. We stopped for a moment to stare at little fragments of weed that were still on the table. They had turned into red insects, maybe red ants (or tiny red caterpillars), and were crawling around. After studying them for five or ten minutes we began to smoke. At this point we were beginning to feel very drowsy and irritable. Our bodies and minds were tired but our brains were still wired awake. The friend whose house it was desperately needed sleep as he had to be at work by 9am that morning. It was between 5 and 6am when we finally decided to crash. As my brain was still wide awake I had entire operas and music videos playing in my head when I shut my eyes. The sub-conscious part of my brain tended to make up the words, the music was made by Goldfrapp I think.

I woke up at 7am and lay there on the floor. We left his house at about 8.30am and headed into the city to go our separate ways. I spent the rest of the day filling unadjusted and very out of place. Something was wrong and would continue to feel like this for about a day. After an hour or two at home feeling depressed I decided to take a nap. I woke up at 7pm just to eat some curry. I went back to sleep till the afternoon the following day. When talking to my friend who had to work that day he told me that he was still tripping whilst at work. Thankfully his boss was sympathetic to this.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 37490

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 13, 2008	Views: 5,407

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


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I have since I tried it, still do, and always will love LSD. I think there's something to be said about a non-toxic substance that with two 10,000ths of a gram can put me in a world apart from this one. It is, however, the 'non-toxic' stigma that resulted in an almost catastrophic disaster. Especially with regular use, people sometimes forget how unyieldingly powerful LSD can be.

My story begins when an old high-school friend, who for the sake if anonymity we will call 'Megan', came up to visit me and my friends who moved off to go to CSU. She had never tripped before.

I arranged the deal with my buddy the trip doctor, and we went to pick up ten hits. Unfortunately, the doctor didn't have his usual stash, but instead a vial of liquid and a business card. He was on more acid than I've ever seen anyone on when we got there. He busted out the vial and carefully measured out one drop in the corner. This he deemed to be one hit. Well, after that he just kept getting distracted by his trip, so the next nine hits were more 'puddles' than 'drops'. I took my acid under the tongue and that was that. Happy that we were making off with waaaay more than we paid for, I hopped in the car and we drove off.

When we got back to the apartment we gave Megan the hit and everybody else started eating up the big splotchy super hits. We waited about an hour and a half, and everybody was nice and fuckered up. Excepting Megan. I wasn't in the room or I would have objected, but Megan wound up with a super hit. We set out for the gas station to get some orange juice. On the way back Megan started tripping. She was having a good time, but kept complaining about an overwhelming sound of 'Ping-pong balls,' as she put it.

We got back to the apartment and were having a good a merry time, when Megan started tripping face and was freaking out a little.  After about ten minutes she had calmed down. Five minutes after that, she was asleep. This didn't make any sense to us, LSD has powerful stimulant qualities. He woke her up and asked what was going on. She just got up and went to the bathroom. When she didn't come out for ten minutes, we started knocking. No response. Luckily, she didn't lock the door. The knob twisted, but the door wouldn't open. A lot of dead-weight was blocking the door, and we knew the only thing that could do that would be Megan herself. With a lot of pushing, we created a gap large enough for me to slip through. I moved her out of the way, opened the door, and we started trying to bring her around. We even soaked her with the shower. Still no response.

We checked her pulse, breathing, and temperature, and given that all was in order, we carried her into the spare bedroom, put her in the bed, and decided to let her sleep it off. The next hour would be one of the most horrible things I ever experienced. We resumed the party in the living room but it wasn't the same, and about half an hour later we heard moaning coming from the bedroom. We all dashed in to see what was going on, and Megan was having a seizure.

Before I continue the story, I want you to imagine a close friend of yours having a seizure because of you. It's a horrible feeling. On top of the nerve wracking guilt, you also need to make the split decision whether or not to call 911 and go to jail?

Now, I haven't mentioned it yet, so, I was rolling balls that night and I was the only one. MDMA keeps me up, alert, and close to reality, and I was rolling more than I was tripping. This is good because there were three other people freaking out on those crazy fucking doses.

Anyway, when we got to the bed (I smelled it before anyone found out), one of the girls threw back the covers, to reveal Megan lying in a pool of piss. 'It's Blood!!' Cried the girl, which was like setting off a bomb, everyone freaked. I was yelling, 'It’s piss, calm down' and we started giving Megan a quick once over, to see if she was hurt. We opened her eyes. They were just spinning, 'round and 'round inside her head. They were milky-glazed over. We also noticed she'd bent her arm under her, and was biting uncontrollably, and she was burning up.

I had the guy hold her jaw, had one girl fetch me a computer, and I went and got some vodka out of the freezer. I started dipping a rag in the vodka and dabbing her face and forehead with it. (The reason I was doing this was to cool her off a bit. The alcohol is a liquid and around -10 degrees, and because of its low evaporating temperature, it helps to diffuse heat through rapid evaporation.) When a computer was brought to me, I had the guy and one of the girls taking care of Megan, and the other girl and I were calling as many people as we could think of. We'd never heard of a reaction like this, we were scrambling for someone to tell us something, anything, about what the fuck was going on.

After a few minutes on the computer, and after talking to a couple people, we came to the conclusion that Megan's life (though her appearance was horrifying) was not in danger. Her seizure lasted just over twenty-five minutes. Then, as abruptly and violently as it came, the seizure subsided, and she was snoring. From that point on, we didn't leave her alone for a couple hours. About three hours later my buddies and I were sitting in the living room. We heard the door creak open, Megan run by, and the bathroom door shut. We all jumped up, and roared 'Megan!!! Is that you?!' Sure enough, the bathroom door opened and she was standing in the threshold looking at us with flickers of recognition coming and going across her face. We got her changed and huddled up in the corner of the couch.

Although it was clear she was tripping SO HARD she didn't know where she was or what was going on, the few responses we got were just like her, although we were still a little worried that come morning she'd be addled. When we'd assured her all was well, and she returned the favor, she passed out again. This time though it wasn't the strained and strange pass out we saw earlier. It was just sleep.

Fortunately, when morning rolled around Megan was calm, collected, alert, and didn't remember shit about the preceding night, which is just as well. We told her what happened, while sparing her the details, and told her not to trip acid again. We parted ways and all was well.

Most people read from the Erowid Experience Vaults to learn something about a drug, and other people's experience with it. After reading this, I hope you will take these lessons from it, they were hard-earned:

Firstly, always know how much of the drug you have. We didn't and it was a big problem. All of those I shared company with that night took waaay more than they typically would in recreational setting.

Secondly, if you are giving someone their first taste of anything, be sure to carefully scrutinize how much they take, and how they behave afterwards. If they begin acting suspicious, try to get more information.

Third, find out if the person takes medication and if they do, be sure not only to look up all drug interactions for the recreational substance you will be taking but also all the interactions they medication they take have. This insures you don't get dangerous or potentially lethal gaps in your information.

Fourth and final, if something bad does happen, keep your head and remain calm. Freaking out only adds to the confusion, and doesn't get you any answers. In fact it can waste precious minutes you can't afford to lose. Asses the situation, and see if the person appears to be in immediate physical danger. If they are, call 911 or rush them to the ER. Generally if you take someone to the ER, nothing will happen to you. If the person appears they could be in danger but clearly haven't reached it yet, it can be prudent to check online sources, and call whoever might be able to help, including whomever you purchased the drug from.

Fifth and final, do not take drugs, give them to other people, etc. unless you really are willing to own up to what you've done if something goes awry. I've known some people (regrettably) who I'm sure would have just run away and left Megan lying there. Stay away from those people, and definitely don't become one. Seeing Megan in that LSD induced seizure is something I'll never get out of my head. I do know one thing for sure. I'd rather see myself behind bars with memories of a seizure and possession of a controlled substance, than standing over Megan's casket to say one more guilty good-bye.

This night turned out alright, but that doesn't mean it couldn't have been worse for us, and it certainly doesn't mean others won't have a similar, perhaps more dire, situation. Remember to be incredibly cautious when using something new, and triple that caution when you're dealing with a drug that's very, very potent. I hope someone finds this useful, I wouldn't wish the feeling of being responsible for something like that on my worst enemy. Please be careful.

Also, don't forget, if Megan hadn't wigged out that night, I'm sure the trip would have been fucking epic. All four people, myself included, continue to use and enjoy LSD. Don't let a bad experience control your future decisions or your opinion of a substance. The substance in and of itself certainly isn't anything to fear. It's when it is used (or in our case administered) irresponsibly, or when someone who's body just isn't meant to handle that drug has a very negative idiosyncratic reaction. Don't forget that if you like to give first trips, you may at some point give one to the wrong person.

That's my story, kids. Be good, be safe, have a good time.

Cheers!

-Boomer

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64918

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 16, 2008	Views: 28,979

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LSD (2) : Health Problems (27), Second Hand Report (42), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 Cocaine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

This is a journal entry I wrote the day after my boyfriend had a seizure in the middle of what was supposed to be a Christmas party. I didn't know until afterwards that he had taken four hits of the acid (which was very strong), and I had never seen cocaine before. We got it from some cokehead friends and followed their advice on how much to do, which in retrospect wasn't exactly a good idea.

What I wrote the next morning (names have been changed to protect the guilty):

Last night could very well have been the most terrifying experience in my life, and if not, it was definitely in the top five.

Jay had a seizure and ended up in the hospital.

I was right next to him when it happened. He suddenly looked blank and... weird. I asked him if he was okay, and he said no and started to shake. I didn't quite manage to catch him fast enough to stop him from falling, but I think I at least kept him from hitting his head as hard as he would have otherwise. Someone managed to call an ambulance quickly, and then I was trying to keep him on his side. Luckily, I had recently read some information on seizures. Crazy coincidence. I had wanted to know for a game we were playing in English, 'two lies and a truth.'

Anyway, when he came to, he was totally disoriented. He didn't know what had happened, and he didn't even know his own name. For a while he couldn't even speak or respond to us, and when Forrest told him to blink once, it looked like he was trying to, but he couldn't.

The paramedics brought him out to the ambulance on a stretcher with a collar to keep his neck from moving in case it was hurt (they had to cut off his sweatshirt to get it on).

Police searched the house, but I didn't see it (it happened after we left), and I managed to dispose of the evidence so to speak. I ran into Kei's room and licked up the last line of cocaine.

I didn't get to ride in the ambulance with him, but I rode with his parents to the hospital. (I was with Kei's mother at first, and she was not the least bit comforting. I was sobbing and she didn't say a word about. Nothing. She did tell me that Jay wouldn't be in trouble about the drugs, though, and they would be looking for the dealers instead.) When I finally got in to see him, he was still really disoriented. He later said he was having trouble seeing people's faces, so that would make sense why he mixed me up with his mother a few times, and even with his father and the nurse. He told them his name was Alice when they asked.

I was standing next to him for hours, kissing his face and stroking his cheek, and he was much more relaxed and happy with me there. He kept smiling, which was crazy, but it definitely calmed my nerves and I managed to smile back and keep it positive.

He got caught in a loop at one point. It reminded me of the way people's voices looped in one of my first bad trips, but much much more so, and in a different way. His memory was worse than mine was last time, not just churned but gone in a minute or less. He kept saying 'I love you,' and 'you're so beautiful.' At first just to me, but then to everyone, even the nurse (who was a man). Then he started startling and saying 'OW!', but saying nothing hurt when we asked him, and then sobbing loudly. It was really frightening. (He told me later that he felt pain shooting though his head, and thought or saw something about needles, and somehow that was related to the crying.) He was hitting his legs on the bars of the bed, and would sometimes jolt upright suddenly. We couldn't get him to relax, probably partly because he couldn't remember us telling him that he could come home with us if he relaxed and his blood pressure went down.

The loop he was stuck in was in his head, not outside like it was for me. I heard and saw the same things over and over looping (which is why getting up and moving around helped). He thought and felt and said the same things over and over. After a while he did realize he was repeating himself, and he said 'I must sound like a broken record.'

The loop: first he would say 'I love you,' and 'you're so beautiful,' and 'I love you, baby girl,' to just about anyone. Then he'd sit up and cry out, startled by something. Then he'd say he wasn't in pain, but he'd burst out crying. We'd calm him down, he'd relax, then he'd say 'I love you' and start the cycle over again. Anyway, he finally went to sleep when we left, and they at least let his father stay sitting just outside the curtain.

I stayed home from work, partly because I was a zombie from staying up all night, partly because I was still nervous and scared, partly because I wanted to wait in his room for him to get home.

We ended up sleeping all day. I don't remember much of my dreams, but I know in one I was trying to go around a narrow balcony to get somewhere. I was holding hands with a line of people, and when someone (him?) spun out of control and fell, we all did. Nobody could keep hold of the balcony. By some miracle, as we were hurtling towards the ground, we stopped and started floating gently. I was telling people that they could fly, and they should keep thinking that it was possible, and that would make it work. We touched ground gently. The only thing that had kept us from hitting the ground was our willpower, and my idea.

I think later in the dream, someone was searching everyone for drugs. I was a ways away, checking my pockets to make sure I didn't have any. I just had the broken cap of a pen and some other junk, so I walked back to where everyone else was (in some big room or hallway). Someone made a comment about how it had been such a wonderful party, clearly sarcastic. Everyone was standing around a table with little squares of assorted cakes, and I was just finishing one and thinking of having another when I woke up.

So Jay is grounded, in a lot of trouble, and his parents want him to never do drugs again. I can see where they're coming from, because he hasn't been very smart about it, but I think it's impossible to get him to do that. It would take a miracle. I'm sure I can get him to cut back and be more careful, and to take a break, but no amount of nagging from his parents or from me will get him to do a 180 degree turn. It's too much to ask for.

I did some google research, and I found out that it was most likely caused by the combination of cocaine and acid and the high dosage. Cocaine-induced seizures can result from concurrent ingestion of other drugs, apparently, so it was probably the four hits of acid that caused it. An empty stomach and dehydration probably also contributed to it. He had only had one bowl of ramen that day.

So that's about it for now. He seems to be doing better, but tired and drained. He's sane, his memory is back, and he of course is not seeing things any more. He's very quiet and didn't protest anything his parents said about having a serious talk about his lifestyle, or about being grounded, or about giving his credit card back to them.

Uhm... Jay is asleep, and so deeply that he might not wake up when I go in and get into bed. I woke him up to tell him about what I had found out on google, and he was barely awake enough to understand that, and he fell back asleep pretty much the second I stopped talking to him.

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So, that happened about one year ago, and now I have decided to go straight. 100% straight as a razor. There were many other contributing factors, but this was one of the biggest ones. Jay kept getting himself hospitalized time and time again, each time for different reasons. Most recently, he took bad acid and it made him think he was having a heart attack. He called me at 3:00 am to say 'I think I'm having a heart attack, and I'm going to the hospital. I just wanted to call to say I love you.' I'm amazed at how long it took before I decided to stop doing acid.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 61697

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 17, 2008	Views: 41,475

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Cocaine (13), LSD (2) : Hospital (36), Second Hand Report (42), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)


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

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

		   T+ 3:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. In late September (spring) Woodstock is held. This was to be South Africa’s seventh Woodstock and my first. The festival lasts over 4 days and showcases not only South Africa’s best bands, but also hip hop acts along with the best funky house in the world. My friends and I arrived on the Wednesday, and tripped our balls off, but the story I’m going to tell you is about the Friday night.

By this time, I was already thouroghly familiar with the venue, and having tripped there on the Wednesday night, and having gotten horribly drunk and shroomd out on the Thursday, I was confident about exploring the place in altered mind states. Not to mention, I was very happy as all of my buddies (including our 'chemist') had arrived that afternoon. I was filled with anticipation, knowing that Friday night was undoubtably going to be the biggest party out of all four nights, filled with sheer joy at having just seen my favorite band play. All in all, by the time my mates and I clambered into our tent and dropped our first paper, I was feeling all round content with my situation.

T+ 0:00

Some time later I find myself wondering around with some of my friends taking a look at the seemingly completely-different-from-this-morning stalls of people selling shirts, bongs, pappers, etc. The acid is stating to take effect. I find my buddys j and B searching the car for a gram of kat that j has misplaced. After about half an hour of futile searching and staunch denial that I stole it (I really didn’t) I decide to leave as the vibrations in by this car aren’t great.

My tripping buddies and I decide to go back to our tent for more acid. We decide to roll a spliff before dropping our paper. While rolling, we are joined by another of my friends partial to a bit of lsd, and my innocent friend from college, lets call him s. Upon learning that the little pieces of paper we are putting into our mouths is acid, S shows great surprise and bails from the tent. This sends the rest of us into laughing fits as we smoke the joint and eat our second dose of acid.

Exiting the tent, I feel the familiar sense of anticipation in my chest and stomach which my mates have termed 'acid tummy', the more the acid tummy, the more intense the trip. Woodstock is looking like a completely different place right now. We hook up with this really cool chick, n, who missions with us. Halfway to the stage to see the bands, the visuals were pretty cool, the people around me were all faceless, individuals blurring into a indistinguishable mass of people nowhere near my level. The difference between light and shadow was becoming less distinct. Coloured lights were all moving around changing colours.

T+ 2:00

The band playing at the main stage is shite so we move off to a more quiet area away from all the lights and people. On the way, I notice that the ground is incredibly soft and squishy, like walking on sponge. It also becomes apparent to me that the entire world, no the universe! No, the very entirety of reality itself is completely made up of wavelengths. And that only I can move in the magical way that lets me ride them. Amazing! How could I have made it to the age of 19 without noticing this?

I decide to think about that later as I now have an amazing view of the stars. We lie on our backs, staring at the stars. Woodstock 7 was held out in the country, well away from any citys, so the sky is remarkably clear. Every star is a different colour. They move and dance with each other, they fire magical muticoloured beams of light at one another, which I feel compelled to provide sound effects for.

I am filled with even more anticipation, and my acid tummy is getting more intense meaning that the trip has hardly started. I find myself laughing hysterically, while feeling utterly content. We decide to drop a pill (ecstasy).

lsd T+ 3:00

mdma T+ 0:00

Walking back to our tent, which is at the center of everything, I start thinking more in-depth about the wavelengths. If I move up and down while making a strange noise while walking along this insanely spongy ground, I find I can actually go BETWEEN the wavelengths. Interesting, upon getting back to the campsite I find all my buddys sitting in a loose circle in between the tents, talking, drinking and smoking. None of the conversations sound interesting, so I content myself by sitting on the ground and making sound effects for the muticoloured coulours that I can shoot out my fingertips. I am glad to find my buddy j has found his gram and consumed half of it in celebration, along with two of the biggest ex pills I have ever seen. j is so shmangled that he keeps losing his wallet or his bag. He loses one then finds it, only to lose the other. He repeats the process over and over. The funny thing is that he is sitting in one place constantly losing his bag then his wallet, his wallet then his bag. And even funnier, there is nothing in the wallet, and he keeps his wallet in his bag. Very amusing.

The x is starting to really hit hard. I can’t stay here, mumbling to myself and laughing at J, I must dance. So myself, N, and my tripping mates, along with this girl Candy who is awesome to party with, head down to the pools, where the funky house is playing. Sucking contentedly on a sucker, I find myself in an incredibly psychadelic place, filled with funky house and flowing neon colours. Even my sucker glows! despite rushing my tits off cos of the ex, I am completely unable to dance so I decide to chill by the psychadelic pool, as the atmosphere is chilled and quite inviting, reminding me vaguely of the carribean.

My mates want to move on though, and explore this strange alternate Woodstock we have found ourselves in. We climb to the top of the water slide and once again marvel at the amazing power of the stars. The top of the slide gives us an amazing view of most of the venue, mainly the main stage. The absolute euphoria I feel must be drug induced, but I don’t care. This is the most spiritual, perfect experience ever. I try telling this to my friends, but find that I am without words to explain what I am feeling, its fine, they seem caught up in their own crazy thoughts.

Upon going back to the main stage, I find that the ground is not only more spongy, but it now sticks to my feet. Laughing, I slip in between the wavelengths, staring at the amazing laser show from the main stage and thinking how my least favorite band which is playing at this time, isn’t all that bad, in fact they the best!! I love them! To get a better view of what is now the greatest band of all time, we climb to the top of the halfpipe in the skatepark.

While sitting there, smoking joints and flying amongst the stars, we notice some dude, sitting on his 80cc motorbike, in the halfpipe. We start shouting for him to ride the halfpipe and, drunk and full of confidence, he starts riding up and down the halpipe gradualy getting higher and higher, until he jumps off the bike and lets it fall to the ground. He repeats this process, making his bike do backflips, frontflips, he even jumps it over the funbox, nearly killing two people who got out of the way just in time. He does this again and again, gradualy fucking the bike up until there is no possble way it will start, let alone be rideable, and yet he still carries on. Eventualy, the bike is nearly in two seperate halves, both wheels are square and the fuel tank is ruptured.

At this point, some one from the massive crowd this drunk madness has caused hands the lengendry drunk rider a bottle of brandy. He takes a swig and then pours some into the engine, and, impossible though it may seem, he starts it and does it all again to the massive aplause of the crowd. I have no explanation for this except that crazy things happen when I trip. I would also like to add that this is the funniest thing I have ever seen and I doubt I will ever see anything funnier in all my days. I was surprised to walk away from the skatepark and find that I was still alive, and I had not died laughing.

lsd=T 6:00

mdma=T 3:00

We rode out the rest of the trip missioning around alot before deciding to go back to the tent and comedown. We smoked lots of joints and got to sleep at about 8 in the morning.

One of the best nights of my life.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 48307

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 18, 2008	Views: 10,277

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), General (1)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   80 kg

It was early one evening-- about 7:00pm and I had 2 friends: A and Blake at my house having a drink and smoke before heading off to a party. Earlier that week my friend suggested that we get some LSD and try it before we went to the party, so we purchased a batch of 9 blotters (we had no idea of the strength at the time) from a classmate. About 30 minutes after my friends arrived at my place we were ready for the trip, we each took one blotter and necked 3 glasses of orange juice (we heard that it prolongs and heightens the effects). We continued smoking weed and drinking lightly for approximately 40mins before deciding to leave early for the party which started at 9.

It took us about 20mins to walk from my house and by the time we reached the party the effects of the drug still hadn’t kicked in. My friend A was complaining that I had bought some wack produce but I re-assured him that it was good quality and the effects would kick in soon. My other friend Blake suggested that we should take the rest of the batch, I was a bit uneasy with the suggestion but with a bit of coaxing I gave in. We each took two more blotters approximately 1 hour after our first hit. It was a pretty good party and the effects of alcohol and weed made it that little bit better.

I was working my magic on a few local girls when I noticed my two friends sitting on a couch staring intently at something. I wondered over to them and asked how they were feeling, but I didn't get the slightest reaction from them so glanced over my shoulder expecting to see a topless girl. All I saw was a huge oil painting of a man with his dog. As I stared harder, to my amazement, the man started to kick his dog and then as if a great gust of wind had swept through the painting it transformed into an abstract pool of color seemingly swimming across the canvas. The colors leaked into the surrounding walls and proceeded to absorb anything and everything that it touched, until the whole room was a vibrant oil painting. I turned back to my friends after what seemed like hours of color watching and we all smiled in unison. This is gunna be awesome!

All three of us walked back to the room with the local girls and to my delight I could actually see the music hanging in the air, every beat of the drum sent a ripple throughout the room. Each ripple elegantly swam through the crowd of dancing people until it erupted into a golden shower of dust. Every time the colored lights collided with the divine disco ball, hanging precariously above the dancing people, tiny rainbows danced across the air. I turned to A who was obviously witnessing similar events, I was momentarily worried when I didn’t see Blake next to him but A assured me that he was in the kitchen getting a drink from the keg.

After some maniac like dancing we slid into the kitchen for a drink, it never struck me at the time but Blake was nowhere to be seen. I felt a bit dehydrated so I went searching the kitchen for a drink. I necked a couple of cups of some sugary red, which made me hurl my guts out all over the kitchen floor and down my jacket front. I took my jacket off and my skivvy which had also been covered in goo and asked the host if I could put them in the washing machine. I returned to the kitchen to find A gnawing on the counter, which I must say disturbed me a little so I decided to take him for a walk.

I had a vision of Blake imprinted in my mind, he was leeching lichen off the side of a paddle steamer in the motion of a gold fish at feeding time, then it vanished and I came to. I opened my eyes and saw A’s face just inches from my own, he stepped back and I got up (at the time I wasn’t concerned about this). A then explained that we had been walking for a long time, and that when crossing a main road I stopped in front of oncoming traffic and announced that I could stop a truck. He swiftly pulled me off the road and I collapsed in a nearby park. The strangest thing is I remember nothing since leaving the house. A had some nine volt batteries and was trying to eat them saying over and over that it was time for his medicine. I snatched the batteries from his hands and told him that there wasn’t time for nonsense, we had a quest to get back to the house. I threw the batteries into the air and noticed that the trees were reaching at me with their huge arms. A told me that he needed a glass of milk to calm the wolves howling in his head. Everything turned dark and cold which freaked me out so I told A that we should run back to the party.

We arrived at the party, puffing and sweating so we took a breather on the stoop, my head was throbbing and I realised that the effects were at their peak. I looked up at the windows and noticed a stream of red light spewing from them. I walked into the music room and was horrified to find that the dancing people had transformed into demons who were having fits in an upright position. This wasn’t the half of it, each time their bodies pulsated a bald, legless kitten poured out of their mouths, fell to the ground and slid across the floor into the colored room. The kittens bewildered me so I followed them into the colored room, as I did so I noticed that A was being cornered by the demons, the look on his face at that moment will haunt me forever.

I ran over and tried to leave the house via the colored room. As I ran in there I could sense that the room was happy to see me but as I grabbed the door handle my blood ran cold. The once vibrant colors of the room changed into an oozing, thick, dark red. The room wanted me to stay, the walls of the room started to compress and I felt that if I didn’t get out immediately, I would die. Just then I felt an overwhelming urgency to leave, in fury I began kicking and screaming at the door but to my surprise it flung open inwards to reveal A standing there. We stared at each other for a split second and then ran of into the night.

The next morning the police found me in a park sitting on the grass just staring up at the sky, when they asked me about A’s whereabouts I simply without looking pointed to a nearby stormwater drain witch I had seen A take refuge in earlier that mourning. I was taken to hospital but realised later that day, A had to stay longer he had a mild case of pneumonia from sitting in the water of that drain all night. The police also asked me about the whereabouts of Blake so I told them everything that had happened. This all happened one year ago and Blake still has not been found. I close by recommending people to stay away from LSD and try other drugs like weed because LSD is one bad mother fucker.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 26457

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 3, 2008	Views: 2,027

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Music Discussion (22), Nature / Outdoors (23), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)


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

		   T+ 0:10
		 3.0 g
		 oral
		 Syrian Rue
		 (extract)

		   T+ 0:15
		 1.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms

		   T+ 0:20
		 10 g
		 oral
		 Mimosa tenuiflora
		 (tea)

		   T+ 1:05
		 2 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Setting:

I was at my friend F's house with other friends D and S. It is in a rural neighborhood with many trees around.

F, D, and S are all experienced with acid, shrooms, ecstacy, and other psychedelics. I assume they will be great company on my trip.

I have been wanting to make Ayahuasca for a long time, since I'd been reading up for several months. I finally ordered some syrian rue seeds and jurema root bark, and when F's parents went out of town for the night it was finally time.

I hadn't intended on taking the LSD, and it was also my first time with it. I also had only taken shrooms once before this (2.5g). I had tried other psychedelics, but not to this extent. This was esentially my first real psychedelic experience.

I followed dietary precautions for a day before the trip, and I didn't eat anything the day of.

Story:

I was at C's house with F and D. They were drinking a few beers, and around 10:00 we headed over to F's. It was completely black outside because of the new moon. We headed through a forest trail which none of us could see our path, but F had a cell phone, so that helped a bit. Eventually we got to F's house, where we were suprised to see S's blazer. We went inside and F yelled at S for coming here without F being around. (F and S get into bitchy quarrels like this alot, especially when consuming alcohol.)

I got to making my syrian rue and mimosa extracts very promptly, as it was already after 10. I ground up 21g syrian rue in a coffee grinder and put 2L distilled bottled water in a pot with about 600mL lemon juice and 500mg acorbic acid (vitamin c). I did the same with 10g jurema.

After an hour of boiling I strained them with a t-shirt, kept the very discolored water, and put roughly the same amounts of water, lemon juice, and vitamin c in the pots and reboiled each.

The syrian rue water was very yellow-brown and glowed VERY strongly in a blacklight. I allowed S to drink a spoonful and his mouth glowed very brightly as well. They were amazed it did this (though I'd explained before that it would). The jurema water was an earthy dark red color.

After boiling these each 2 more times (not as long as the first), the water seemed to be not as colorful each time. Eventually the rootbark looked colorless and I threw the used up bark and seed away. I boiled the Jurema extract down to 250mL and the syrian rue extract down to almost nothing. Then I poured the now very syrupy rue extract into a glass container and put it in the oven at 300 degrees (F) until it was very thick. I scraped this up and rolled 2 small balls of it (I'm assuming about 3-4g total).

It was now 12:15 and D suggested that I eat my mushrooms. He also suggested that I take this low-dose acid that he had at home (he lives a few houses away from F).

T- 0:10: Acid paper is put on tongue to dissolve.

T+ 0:00: Ingested the 2 balls of syrian rue extract.

T+ 0:05: Ingested the 1.5g shrooms over a period of about 5 minutes.

T+ 0:20: Started sipping from 50mL cup of jurema juice.

T+ 0:45: Feeling a bit weird, I think it's probably the effects of the rue.

T+ 0:50: S and F get into another quarrel, and I tell them they definitely should not start that right now, and that we should smoke some weed and chill.

T+ 0:55: 2 bowls are smoked.

T+ 1:10: I am starting to see spiral patterns everywhere in my vision. I ask S what he thinks about it. He tells me it's probably the acid doing it's work on me.

I begin to lose my concept of time after that point, so I'll explain the best I can (although it may not be in order).

S and I decide to go outside. I look at the stars and am greatly amazed at what I see. The sky is full of motion! There are gigantic red and blue and orange balls flying around everywhere!! There are shooting stars and everything! I was astounded at how all this looked. There was one star in particular that looked amazing to me. It was bright red/orange and HUGE! Actually, now that I think back to Astronomy class, that must've been Mars I was looking at.

As we walked around the block I saw a house I remembered from my childhood. My best friend from elementary and middle school used to live in that house. After that I started vividly remembering things about my childhood, and this kid. It was amazing how I could remember things I hadn't thought about for several years.

When we returned to F's house we went down to F's room and visited him and D. We listened to some music and chilled for awhile. I was enjoying the spiraly visuals still, and my hands were glowing in the blacklight from the rue. It was pretty neat.

Eventually I got tired of that and went upstairs to lay down on the couch. I realized I was cold, so I went to get a blanket. S was watching a show on Animal Planet about elephants. He thought it was very interesting, but I constantly wanted to turn it off because it was far too intense. Eventually he let me shut it off, and he started to fall asleep.

This is where my trip went bad. I became very dehydrated so I drank several cups of water. I tried falling asleep, but I would become very uncomforable. At some points I started to feel like I was going to die. It was very uncomforable, and at this point I just wanted it to end. I kept telling myself it was only the drugs and that it eventually would wear off. However, I couldn't get it out of my head that I would be stuck like this forever. I thought I was going insane for a while.

Then I was very concerned about my parents finding out about it. I don't know how they would, but at that point it didn't matter.. They would find out. This worried me greatly for a long time.

Eventually I needed to pee really bad because of all the water. I got up and did this several times, each time filling up my then empty cup of water.

Finally around 5 I started to feel a little back to normal, but I knew I couldn't sleep so I turned the TV on. Around 6 I was back to reality for sure, but I could not fall asleep. I watched TV for what must have been about 4 hours, when finally S woke up and talked to me. We cleaned up our mess in the house, and at 10:30, he brought me home.

We played Resident Evil for a few hours and I was definitely back to normal. I wasn't even tired, although I knew I should be since I didn't sleep at all.

I ended up not falling asleep until 12:30 that night, which means I'd been up for 38 hours. What a day.

Looking back, I believe I underestimated the rue's effect on acid, and I think that part was a bad idea. On the other hand, it was an experience I wont soon forget, both good and bad of it.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 45998

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 3, 2008	Views: 24,377

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Mushrooms (39), Syrian Rue (45), Mimosa tenuiflora (74), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Difficult Experiences (5), Preparation / Recipes (30), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 3.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

		 2.5 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

   It was a Friday night last week, a little get together with 4 people to have a good time. I'm 17 and have done marijuana since I was 12 numerous times, have done acid 3 times and mushrooms only once. We had done 2 dollar a hit acid, and taken 2-3 hits of that. This night we got very good acid, 5 dollars a hit, 275 ugs per hit. I talked to my friend Z and asked him to get us not only that but 1/2 an ounce of mushrooms for us 4, 1/8 apiece. I had 1/8 of kind bud and we planned on having a crazy weekend. We intended on taking the acid Friday night, then the mushrooms early Saturday morning then going to a party Saturday night, it didn't quite work out that way.

   We took 1 hit of the acid and then smoked 4 bowls in Zs new glass piece at 8 oclock. A half hour after the first hit we took the other hit of acid and smoked 2 more bowls, to make sure we were chill and didnt do anything too crazy. An hour and a half after the first hit of acid, we were really stoned and it hadn't kicked in yet, Z said it might not have been real acid so we decided to take the 1/8 of shrooms. Big Mistake.

   We ate the shrooms and saved the crumbs for the next day to lace with weed. We decided we had best smoke some more weed because the acid could have a little effect, so R rolled us a pretty big joint, about a gram in it. So we were incredibly chilled, and about 30 minutes later it kicked in. I expected the shroom effect I had before, but it was unlike the shrooms or the acid I had taken in the past. The colors reminded me of mushrooms, but the crazy thoughts in my head and the shaky environment told me right then and there that the acid was indeed coming into effect. It had been 2 hours since the first hit of acid.

   I looked over at R and he wasn't doing too hot, he was curled up in a ball on my bed staring at the floor. He kept muttering something like, 'I can't fall. I just can't fall'. It's gonna get me. So we decided to smoke some more of the weed seeing as to how he was having a bad trip. That idea was even worse. I looked at the bowl and it was looking kind of funky, I couldn't get the flame in the bowl to spark the weed. I decided to just give up and let R smoke the whole thing, Z and A agreed with me. He picked up the bowl and threw it against the wall, and yelled out, 'Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you guys! Are you trying to kill me!' Luckily the bowl didnt break.

   It had been about 3 hours since the first hit of acid, and the shrooms and both hits of acid were in effect. I kept seeing people walking in and out of my room, I told one of them to get the fuck out and he turned around and his face was that of a demon. It was one of the scariest things I had ever seen in my life. He looked at me and said, if you want your family to stay alive you will shut the fuck up and go to bed, so I tried by damndest. I was on the floor face down, with my eyes closed. With shrooms I had seen smilie faces and such, and with acid I had seen colors, but oh, not this time. All I could think of was what he said, and there were flames and screams. I couldnt get it out. Obviously the weed had not done much, even though we smoked most of the 1/8. I can only imagine what it must have been like if I didn't smoke the weed.

   It was about 4 and a half hours since the first dose, we had taken 550 ugs of acid, 1/8 (3.5 grams) of mushrooms, and 2.5-3 grams of weed. I was still on the floor scared shitless. I looked at R and he wasn't doing to hot at all. Z had done acid some 2 dozen times, shrooms about 15, he seemed to be handling it quite well, so he was talking to R and trying to calm him down. He was enjoying his trip, and decided it would be good to give R a bowl of his weed, he didn't say what it was, but it was stronger then KB. He held the bowl and sparked it for him, but he didnt want to smoke it.

   At this point it got really foggy. It was 5 hours into it, and I remember stuff at about 7 and a half. I start remembering stuff at me being in my car, scared shitless of the demon faced people inside that want to kill my family, and on top of that (I'm not sure what happened in that 2 and a half hours) I thought that everyone turned into werewolves and wanted to kill me. Z had managed to get R in bed and chilling, A was in my room with him. A was sketchy, but not as bad as me or R, Z was actually enjoying it. He went out on the roof and was staring at the sky talking about how beautiful it was.

    At about 9 hours, I stopped tripping badly. I had vomit on my shirt and had peed my pants (at least that's what it smelled of). I went inside my house, still tripping pretty hard, and found R asleep and A and Z on the roof. I went up on the roof and they looked at me kind of funny, I told them that I wasn't having a bad trip, they were talking to each other and chilling and I joined in. We stared up at the stars and chilled. At about 11 hours the sun was coming up (7 in the morning) and we were still tripping. We went inside and put on The best of the Grateful Dead and laid back. R woke up and was tripping, but he was better (as in he was not having a bad trip) We talked and chilled, staring at my posters of the beatles and method man, and they would come out of the posters and sit next to me and start talking to me. Method Man has a blunt in his mouth in my poster, and we were passing it around.

   At 18 hours it was 2 in the afternoon and we started to come down. We all took a nap on my floor, woke up at about 6-7 and didn't go to the party, we were coming down from everything still. We had about 4 bowls of weed laced with shrooms crumbs. We each did a bowl apiece and weren't tripping very hard, but were so happy and stoned. We put on soul plane, then half baked, then idle hands and could not stop laughing. We were crying rivers and it was great. At about 32 hours (4 in the morning) we were coming down from the weed and shroom crumbs, and went to bed.

   The first 9 hours of my trip was incredibly horrible, I never want that to happen again. I loved it later on, I will probably do it again but with only 1 hit of acid. I strongly advise anyone intending on doing shrooms and acid to think it over twice, It's rough if you're not up to par.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 39029

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 28, 2008	Views: 21,838

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		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This is my recollection of my first acid trip. It was done with my girlfriend who had never done it either. My experience with drugs consists of chemicals such as MDMA, MDA, MDE, Methamphetamine (glass), Ketamine, Dipenhydramine (Dramamine), Adderall, Vikadin and plants such as marijuana and mushrooms.

Setting: My friend's apartment with no one home except my girlfriend and I, very trippy one floor apartment with weird pictures on the walls and interesting color schemes. Outside the weather is awful, raining/snowing/sleeting and cold. The night before, well about 1 that morning we took about 250 mg of Ketamine each at a rave and sniffed Rush, so that might have been a factor in the upcoming trip. At around 12:30 pm we dropped 3 tabs each and waited.

T+1 hour: Starting to feel odd, just straight out weird. A bit anxious, I can feel it in my stomach and it's really annoying, we're giggling about everything mocking the cats in the house, I don't even know why, it was just funny. We start seeing some visuals, things turning and spiraling and patterns emerging and such, nothing brilliant but hey it was entertaining. The nausia is subsiding a bit. All of a sudden my friend whose house I was at comes into the house crying, and I think 'Oh shit, tell me this isn't just a perfectly cliche event to lead us onto a bad trip.' So I go into the other room and that's when the fear starts coming, because we just started coming up fairly strong when my friend came in and I'm like damnet, so I started thinking of like all these terrible things associated with evil and death and it was just scary, and I was on the verge of freeking out when my girlfriend came in and comforted me, saying how she was okay and my friend had made her hot chocolate. So I calmed down a bit, my friend left and it was us 2 again in the house.

T+2 hours: I'm starting to get really paranoid of my friend's mom coming home, even though I knew for a fact she would not be home till about 6:30 and it was about 2 or 2:30. I kept trying to comprehend what was happening as nothing was real anymore, patterns emerged from every crevice of the room, the music was incredable but I just felt SO weird I couldn't take it. I was in a continual thought loop trying to figure out what was going on. I kept getting real scared and I just wanted it to end. My girlfriend calmed me down a bit, it took a while but she did. Making out is real weird, I got bizarre mental visions. I kept envisioning weird colors in my mind.

T+2.5 hours: Now the ceiling is raining rainbows though the ceiling is actualy white, and occasionally I see bursts of butterflys or it would start raining roses down on us. I was getting antsy again as I didn't know what to do with myself we were literally stuck in the house because we couldn't go outside. The reason we couldn't go outside is when we looked out the window the trees turned alive and multiplied their branches and were just terrifying. Staring at the water on the ground from the second story window, the water turned into multitudes of letters and formed words. I was looking at black crows go by and right after they went by, a good 100+ more crows flew by in different areas of the sky, obviously hallucinations. So overall outside was too scary, but we didn't know what to do. I couldn't escape my mind which was on sensory overload. If there was no music I would hear sounds possibly miles away as if they were right next to me, and what was worse was they echoed - LOUD. And then there were more and more and more noises to the point where I couldn't be in the room.

T+3 hours: The acid was getting too me, I kept thinking that this wouldn't end and I'd be in a world that wasn't real forever, nothing was real anymore, the fan was alive, the walls were alive, the blankets were alive, the floor was alive. Patterns melted into each other, and then formed new ones, from those patterns came new ones. The tracers were unbelievable, I'd be able to swing my hands around and I could move the color/pattern scheme of one object right onto another object. If the wall was striped I could bring the stripes onto the floor. As I walked into each room I began turning every light on in the apartment to make everything glow it's own individual color. And it did, as I walked into the kitchen everything was green, we decided we were hungry but couldn't cook anything so I took out clementimes. The problem was they were green, so we thought they were bad. We forgot that when oranges are green it just means there not totally ripe. Somehow we thought that it was like bread, that turns green (mold) when it's bad, so it took us a while to figure that out.

T+4 hours: I am crazy. I am so far gone that I actually gave up, when my girlfriend was wondering the apartment, I decided to sit in this little tiny back room next to the refridgerator and wait it out. My girlfriend, being the persistant little girl she is came in and sat with me and basically talked me through it somehow. The irony is that I'm about 1000x more experianced than her but she managed to talk me into being happy.

At one point I saw a train go by the window and my girlfriend saw a little girl standing in the middle of the room pointing towards a chandelier. There was a chandalier in the room but not where she saw it. At this point the music started getting overwhelming, my music selection was shitty as I kind of just figured pink floyd would be amazing, but in fact it was so bizarre it was actually scaring me, so we vigorously searched through my friends selection and found Good Charlotte. Yes - good Charlotte, we put it in and it was so corny that it made me happy! So were tripping out on the floor in her living room as my girlfriend is peeling/feeding me oranges and listening to Good Charlotte.

T+5 hours: At this point the mental part of the trip is diminishing, I have almost complete control of my mind which is wonderful because I'm totally not paranoid anymore and overall I'm just happy. But the great thing was the visuals were still increasing in intensity. The most beautiful patterns I've ever seen are appearing everywhere, everywhere I looked things were alive, it was magnificent. On top of that, I was starting to melt from time to time. I would actually feel my fingers extending or growing or getting fat/thin and I'd see it as well. In fact I even showed my girlfriend how my fingers were stretching and she saw it as I saw it and as I felt it. I was also, as well, able to control the movement of certain things with certain body parts, for example as my hand grew and shrank and moved I could move the door in that same fashion.

As with looking at ourselves and each other, when I looked at my girlfriend her head would grow and shrink, and her eyes (which she has nice big eyes as is) would grow huge, as well as her feet, but the rest of her body shrunk. It was if we were in Sonic the Hedgehog or Mario - actually she looked like a hedgehog, or tails from Sonic. At one point I saw my girlfriend was doin something weird with her arm, she was like trying to grab something in the sleeve of her sweatshirt with her hand. I asked her what she was doing and she said that her hand was lonely and wanted to meet another body part. At one point we were standing in the kitchen and I was saying how I was hungry and could go for a snickers bar. All of a sudden she's like yeah!... Jesse.... and that was it. I knew the rest of what she was going to say as one time Jesse gave us a snickers bar when we came home rolling and needed food bad, I knew the rest of what she was going to say because her memory actually transfered to me visually, I saw it happen in front of my eyes at that moment.

T+6 hours: At this point the visuals are receding, but just barely, the thought process was still really weird/fun. We took up some recreational time by drawing, I drew on her as she drew on a piece of paper.

T+8 hours: Sexual activity is fun, and were just having fun, things are still visually interesting, many things still breathing and swirling and very fun too look at, many patterns are still manifesting the house. We're laughing about a lot of things again and my girlfriend was sticking her tongue out at some poster cos she thought he was mean. Haha.

T+9 hours: We were still seeing visuals but my dad came and picked us up and brought my girlfriend home. When I came home I ate food (which was kinda icky) and talked to my girlfriend on the phone till 3 am - visuals were still here, I have some trippy shit in my room, lava lamps, electricity balls, etc. And they were making butterflys all over my ceiling.

The next morning I felt fairly fine, a bit brain dead, wasn't too enthused to go to work for 6 hours, but managed to go and didn't do to bad. Currently it's the next day at 7:30 pm I feel almost completely back to normal.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 39624

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 31, 2008	Views: 9,651

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		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I'd known all week that I was going to take acid.  It would be only my second time.  I really enjoyed my first trip, and was looking forward very much so to my next time.

I started out the night by meeting some friends at a bar, and later we went to a party at a friend's house.  I got completely wasted on rum and pot, but by the time we decided to start walking to the next house (and party) I was starting to sober up a bit.  My friend (I'll call him E) warned me that the acid was really powerful, and to not take both of my hits at once.  Me, in my infinite wisdom, essentially said 'Fuck you, E!' and took both of them on our trip to the second party.  I held the tabs (my first time was liquid on sugar cubes, this time it was unmarked blotter paper) under my tongue for a couple minutes before swallowing.  The walking helped bring it on rather quickly, undoubtedly the residues of rum and pot in my system helped as well.

I remember getting to the apartment, but later during my trip I completely forgot about it.  I started tripping heavily when we got there, but at first it didn't feel much different from my first time.  I talked with some people, had trouble keeping my thoughts in order, was fascinated by lights, and danced to music.  Music was pretty darn trippy my first time on acid, but this time it seemed to get under my skin and I couldn't help but dance to it.  My memory kind of blanks in and out for the next six to eight hours or so.  Sometimes I remembered that I was on acid, other times I forgot entirely, and it was like this state of mind was normal.

During times when I remembered, I wasn't scared at all.  I have one memory of briefly wondering if I'd permanently fucked my mind over, and this would never end, but I banished that thought.  I went from wanting to be around lots of people, to needing a bit of quiet, but still not wanting to be completely alone.  At one point I realised that most of the people there were on acid as well, and I remember this being shocking to me -- realising that they were almost as messed up as I was.

The times I didn't remember, I wasn't scared.  It was just, weird.  I find it so hard to describe now.  At one point I was sitting in a spare bedroom with two friends, one of whom was sober, and I found even simple movements very hard to co-ordinate.  I managed to smoke a cigarette, and ash in the ashtray, but these took great effort.  Apparently I was chainsmoking, although I don't really remember that.  At one point a friend and I were talking about random things -- and being that I didn't know I was on acid, I didn't know she was too.  So the conversation was rather disjointed, and jumped around a lot -- at one point I realised this, and asked why we were talking about such things in such a way.

My sense of time was completely thrown off.  Some things seemed to take forever, others flew by.  I'd lay down for a minute and I'd be there, staring at the wall, for half an hour, even though I thought it was a few moments.  Or I'd lay down for a few moments, but I'd think it was hours and when I sat up I'd have no memory of what happened before.  It's like I was awake, but dreaming, really.  The best way I can describe it is similar to how I dream.

At one point some of my friends were pretty concerned, and the party host gave me some pure MDMA to try to help calm down the visuals.  He only has powdered form, and I've never railed anything in my life, so my acid-befuddled mind decided to eat it (thank god for a large bottle of water nearby.)  I have no recollection if they helped 'calm down the visuals' or not, because it wasn't really visuals that were messing with me -- no hallucinations of things trying to eat me, no hand of God descending from the sky, nothing.  Don't get me wrong, I was having visual hallucinations, I even had tunnel vision at one point, but I've never really hallucinated things that weren't there, unless it's colours.

After six or eight hours or so, I came down enough to look after myself.  I was still high for another six hours, however, with feelings of euphoria, lovely kalidaiscopes of colour, and a kind of synesthasea with the music (combination of music causing colours/patterns to form in my vision, along with my body to move in certain ways.)  I had interesting conversations with people about drugs, Earth, sex, music, and random other topics, but less disjointed than before -- I could keep better track of my thoughts.

All in all, I wouldn't call it a bad trip, but I definetly couldn't take care of myself for a while there, and I didn't even remember who I was.  I really think language drastically fails in describing what I was experiencing for those six/eight hours.  I think the only reason why I wasn't scared the times I forgot, was because it just seemed normal.  In that way dreams have of being totally weird to your waking mind, but when you're dreaming them everything seems perfectly normal.

I learned some pretty interesting things about myself in the 'second half' of my trip, via discussion with others.  It's like I had to rebuild my mind on my own from a period of insanity, like how you slowly become aware after waking up from a vivid dream.  I'm hoping that the next time I do acid, I'll not be so stupid and only take little bits gradually, and hopefully I can achieve something similar to the second half of my last trip.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 50620

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 12, 2008	Views: 7,733

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