		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

The background: My friend, whom I'll call Cedric, and I have been friends since elementary school (although we didn’t go to the same high school). Just being the nature of his high school friends, he got exposed to “drug culture” much earlier than I did. The immediate friends I had were mostly devout Christians, which I didn’t mind at all despite my being an Atheist since Jr. high.

So, as I would learn much later, Cedric was somewhat of a stoner his junior and senior year. ‘School’s out, toke up’ kind of behavior. Having been DARE-brainwashed throughout my life by education, I still had my doubts about trying cannabis. Eventually, though, I got around to it after my junior year and thought it was alright. First times with pot are usually let-downs, or so I’m told. My second and third experiences were incredible, somewhat like very mild ‘trips’, but I’ll not get into that. Anyway, after moderate use, pot petered off into a mild sedated high – though music has a habit of enhancing the feelings of well-being.

And as I would learn later still, Cedric had tried so many drugs during the summer after graduating high school, he had a hard time remembering them all. From what I can recall: marijuana, LSD, mushrooms, opium, ethanol, nicotine (addicted), salvia, robo, absinthe, MDMA, amphetamines, morning glory, etc. I never felt pressured into trying anything, but I could tell he was always excited when I agreed to try something new.

We went to the same university (still do), and roomed together in the same dorm for our first semester. We had a third roommate (who is still rooming with Cedric), who I’ll call Jason. Jason was part of the ROTC and was pretty strict about never trying any drugs. Both I and Cedric associate ethanol (alcohol) with any other drug, but he, along with most of society, refuses to acknowledge the similarities. We never talked intensively about it, and he was fine about us smoking in the bathroom every now and then (we had hospital-grade air sanitizer for good measure).

Cedric got an IM from his good friend from another university that he’d gotten hold of some LSD, and was willing to sell it to us for the price he bought it. We added in the price of gas money (though I do feel like we shortchanged him a bit), and set off to meet him in a parking lot about a week later. The exchange was quick; I pulled up beside him and his friend in a truck and left the engine running. Cedric got out, had a short conversation, and came back in the car with a folded-up paper towel in his pocket.

We had originally arranged to wait until Friday when we had no classes and no obligations, but as is the case with many people, could not wait it out. We decided it was important enough that we should skip classes and just do it the next day.

The experience:

Cedric likes to sleep in, and I don’t. This was a problem, because when I woke up at 7 am I was already mentally prepared and anxious for my first acid trip. I walked around a little bit, ate some food, checked my internet forums. By the time 8 o’clock rolled around Cedric finally got up out of bed and I was eying the piece of paper towel on the counter signaling I was ready to go. It took another hour (for what reason I can’t remember) for us to open the paper towel. Inside were two little squares of paper, maybe ¼ inch by ¼ inch. I was very surprised at the prospect of such a tiny thing containing a decent amount of LSD. And I wonder to this day if the paper towel had absorbed any, which would have made it a crappy mode of transport.

[9:00] We placed the tabs on our tongues. Cedric got two, and I got one. Almost immediately, I breathed in too hard and sucked the tab off of my tongue. I could feel it stuck to the roof of my mouth just in front of my uvula, which wasn’t too exciting. I eventually scraped it back down and resumed absorbing it through my tongue, though salivation was a minor problem. I highly recommend not being hungry while ingesting acid.

[9:45] Cedric was feeling minor affects and I was not. I wasn’t too worried about it, though a little disappointed. At this point I began to wonder if maybe I was expecting too much from just one hit. He said he was a little put off by how slow the affects were appearing, so at this point we chewed up the papers for several minutes, then swallowed.

[10:00] The trip came on very slowly, but I was definitely feeling it. It was one of being somewhat separated from normal reality, and a very slight sense of happiness for no reason. Things were definitely brighter in the room, and held more character. Computer screens and electronic things were fairly boring, and everything physical felt naturally grounded.

We put on The Gorillaz ‘B-Sides’, and both decided the majority of the album was very good for tripping. For a good while we just sat around, walked around, and did whatever while listening to the music. Cedric turned on the PS3 since he decided he wanted to play a demo called “Toy Home”, a very childish driving game. He quickly became bored with it and favored instead watching the patterns on the floor. Jason commented that we were both very interesting to watch.

I wasn’t getting much of any visuals except for increased brightness in everything, but I didn’t really care. I was just happy to be alive and listening to music. However the windows called to me. I announced to Cedric that it was completely necessary we go walk around outside. “Nah, there’s plenty to do inside. Plus, there are people out there.” The word “people” did actually sound menacing to my plan. “Go take a shower,” he said.

I did so without question, and I’m glad I did. It’s actually very hard to explain how it feels, but I’ll do my best. Wherever the water hits and runs down, it tingles and my brain responds with loads of serotonin (‘happy’ neurotransmitter) for no good reason. The CEV’s are intensified at least 3x in the shower; I saw a kaleidoscope of colors, random words, people, and everything in-between.

[11:00] Cedric was wary of the idea of leaving, which was understandable being that he was at the peak of his twice-as-strong trip. But I eventually persuaded him. I couldn’t help it. The sunshine from the windows gleamed and nature called.

Walking down the hallway toward the elevator of our dorm building, I became aware of my distorted depth perception. It wasn’t quite as bad as 1 g of P. cubensis, but it was definitely there. Again, the light from the glass doors down the hall was an amazing sight and I wanted to see more of it.

“Holy shit it’s bright,” I believe were my words when we stepped out the door. We walked around a bit in a tree-shaded area of dirt and rocks next to the parking lot. Our campus is a nature preserve, so the naturalness of our surroundings was incredibly pleasing to the eyes. At one point, I even stopped and bent down just to feel the ground.

“What?” Cedric said

“Just had to feel it, make sure it was really there,” I said. I meant it literally, but without much forethought. I began to then contemplate the idea philosophically, the idea of the ground being under our feet. I didn’t expand on it much but it was an interesting perspective.

“Oh, right.”

“Great texture,” I sounded like an idiot, but I didn’t mind. I could have definitely come up with something more intelligent to say, but I didn’t feel it was necessary.

[11:30] We decided on watching my Led Zeppelin live concerts DVD, which was another great idea. The colors of the lights on stage, Robert Plant’s belting vocals, and Jimmy Paige’s wailing guitar were all pretty astounding. We skipped around songs, and when it came to Paige’s “White Summer/Black Mountainside”, I came up with a great idea.

“Back in my lit class there was this assignment we had to do. We had to pick any song we liked, and analyze the lyrics so as to argument for or against it being poetry.”

“Right, okay?” Cedric was just barely following me.

“So, I should have picked this song! It’s a guitar solo, so it would have been f***ing incredible if I showed up and played White Summer, and laid out my argument for why it’s poetry. It would’ve been pretty original.”

“Oh, damn! You’re right, man, that would’ve been pretty cool.”

[2:00] I talked Cedric into going to the beach. It wasn’t quite as hard as convincing him to go outside, because he’d realized that was a good idea. Obviously, going to the beach wasn’t the greatest idea, and I knew it, but I pressed it on him because it’s what I really wanted to experience.

I would be the one to drive, because I was the one with feet still firmly planted in reality. On the way to the parking lot, we encountered 10 or so police cars leaving the law enforcement education area. Neither of us were really spooked; in fact, I thought it was pretty funny that we were tripping in the vicinity of so many cops.

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

The drive there was pretty much a 30 minute haze of music and I can’t recall most of it. I was very intensely focused on driving, though it wasn’t that much harder than doing it sober. The Gorillaz’ tunes were following us everywhere we went that day. I couldn’t have made a better selection in music.

[2:30] Being on the beach while just coming down from my peak on LSD was incredible. It was, and still is, the most incredible experience I’ve ever had.

The clouds fractalized into themselves millions of times over, and the sky was enormous. The sand felt cool and the wind was soft. This was the first time in my life I was able to focus on every single aspect of perception at one time, and I was overjoyed by this fact. I could feel that the wind was coursing throughout the sky, over the waves and sand, and blowing over my face. The horizon of the ocean was incredibly distant, and yet I felt so incredibly close to it. I could feel myself occupying a tiny space of the gigantic entity that was the beach, ocean, and sky.

“Dude, you have to lie down in the sand. It’s great,” I said

“Nah, that’s alright. You’re doing your thing and I’m doing mine,” was Cedric’s reply as he sat with legs criss-crossed.

Just to add a little oddity to my utopian experience, I giant DirecTV blimp floated into view and directly over Cedric and I. The blimp had a flexible jumbo-tron attached to the side of it; we both watched the movie previews as it soared away. It bothered me, being a little unnatural in my surroundings, but after a few minutes I decided it fit into my utopia in a very quirky, sci-fi kind of way.

At this point I noticed the “Men in Black Shirts” on the beach. They weren’t figments of my imagination – they were real people, and creepy at that. I understand that you’re supposed to be a little paranoid on psychedelics every now and then, but I wasn’t being paranoid for no good reason. There were literally 6-7 older men in our area, all wearing the same exact black t-shirt, all patrolling up and down the beach while communicating on cell phones. It wouldn’t have bothered me too much if there were some of them posted further down the beach on either direction, but there weren’t. They were all confined to walking in circles within a 200 foot radius of Cedric and I. Obviously, we got a little edgy (me, mostly). So, we headed for my car.

[3:20] Upon backing out, I bumped into another man’s SUV, who was waiting for his turn to back out. I attribute this to my crappy depth perception, which is why it was probably not the best idea to be driving in the first place. I parked my car, turned it off, and stepped out, hoping to the Flying Spaghetti Monster that I hadn’t dented his bumper.

I apologized immediately to the man when he stepped out, “sorry about that... I just didn’t see it and thought I wasn’t too close and...”

“Don’t worry about it. Just lemme see here...” He checked his bumper. “Nope, it’s alright.”

[4:00+] The rest of the day was pretty laid-back. We were both a little sad to be coming down, but overall, it was a great first experience for me. I can't wait until Bonnaroo 2008 for my first REAL trip :)

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 68713

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 25, 2012	Views: 3,926

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 hits

		 LSD

		   T+ 0:00

		 Cacti

		   T+ 5:00
		 25 mg

		 2C-E

		   T+ 8:00
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   230 lb

I have been experimenting with DMT a bit recently and have had some positive experiences and a few somewhat frightening experiences. I hadn't yet figured out how to get the most out of the drug and often felt unsatisfied with it. Generally, smoking DMT will cause me to feel an intense electricity in the body, I get closed-eye visuals of complex three dimensional fractals and outer space galactic imagery and feel myself hurtling forward in space and time at a very fast speed. I never have seen or felt entities or entered into what I thought was a fully immersive environment where consensus reality disappears. When I open my eyes on DMT usually the visuals I am seeing become a layer superimposed on top of reality. I  wanted to have a more intense DMT trip and thought that smoking it while on acid would probably provide that. The first time I smoked DMT at the tail end of an acid trip, it was still not deep enough, reality stayed firmly there with my eyes open and although the body energy was incredible -- I still felt like I wasn't fully 'breaking through' or however you would like to conceptualize an intense and fully-realized DMT trip.

I was spending the week at a friend's lake house and was dedicated to going very far out on a variety of psychedelics over a multi-day period. Pretty much a psychedelic binge and although I trip a lot in general I do space out my trips more than what you read in this report. On Saturday morning I did some gentle yoga with a friend, ate breakfast and 3 hits of acid that I estimated to be around 75 micrograms each. As I got higher I was feeling really good and went for a swim in the pristine lake, surrounded by mountains. The acid trip was settling in very comfortably with euphoric, oceanic feelings of being at peace in the universe. I was physically dissolving and while in the lake I felt both infinitely small and totally connected to nature and the water where my body was floating. I went up to the cabin and drank about a cup (8 oz) of San Pedro tea that had been mixed with citric acid and although it was a very small amount of mescaline, my trip became imbued with a mescaline gentleness, serenity and emotional warmth. I swam, laughed with friends, sat on the beach in a chair with my eyes closed and the sun shining on me. The clouds moved so fast and the water was reflecting the light in a thousand different directions at once.

About 5 hours into the acid I wandered into the house and took a 25mg dose of 2ce.

When the 2ce hit, I had to mostly remain still and calm. The waves of pleasure coursing through my body were intense and unrelenting. I don't feel like I can describe it as anything other than completely and totally classically psychedelic. Everything in my field of vision was melting and dripping and looked smeared. I couldn't tell where objects were beginning and ending. Every movement I made felt like the molecules surrounding my skin were rearranging in response to my movements. Swimming, walking, breathing. Sounds were loud and became abstract although I did pretty well in conversations I sometimes felt like socializing was difficult and I wasn't really understanding a lot of what was going on around me. Things felt confusing but I wasn't distressed. I didn't exactly try to keep it together, I kept feeling really good and laughing a lot. 2ce can sometimes have a heavy body load but I had no nausea or physical discomfort.

When it got dark, about 8 hours into the acid (?) and a few into the 2ce, I decided to smoke some DMT. Because I get afraid of DMT I sometimes don't adequately prepare to smoke it. I just grab some and jump into the deep end head first. I don't like to think about it too much. I sat at a table in the living room with a bunch of other tripping people some of whom knew about DMT and others who didn't. My friend loaded up a pretty hefty bong load and I took 2 huge hits and held them for a while. By the time I had exhaled the second hit I was completely gone. My eyes closed and all I could see was an enormous curved space. I later described it as a super-complicated meshed Faberge egg interior. The curve went up and down as far as I could see. I was inside the egg. Unlike all of my previous DMT trips, the vision was totally and completely STATIC. It did not move at all, not even on a molecular level, it seemed to me that the image was completely real, it was both incredibly fragile and as strong as steel, inexorable. I opened my eyes and nothing changed at all -- it was still the static mesh egg interior and I squinted my eyes and saw nothing else. The lack of movement caused me to futilely grasp at my ego. I was outside of time.

I thought that I was dead. I knew that I was dead and I became terrified. I knew my friends were still there and I said 'are you worried about me?' I heard the friend who had packed the bowl for me say, 'nobody's worried about you' but I knew it was a hollow attempt to comfort me. I stood up and said 'don't worry, I have to go in the lake!' My girlfriend held me gently to prevent me from running out the door and I switched direction, ran into the bathroom and bolted into the shower. I still couldn't really see anything but the DMT vision yet I felt some kind of undeniable instinct that I had to be in water, I ran into the shower and turned it on cold while wearing all of my clothes. My heart was pounding. I was in the shower and the physical feeling of the water was wetter than water had ever been. I let it run down my head, kicked off my soaking wet clothes and stood in the shower naked wearing only a crystal necklace, which felt like it weighed 1000 pounds of power or like a piece of armor. I couldn't really see anything properly but I was no longer trapped inside of an endless egg. I realized that I was alive and completely powerful. I achieved a transformation into something more than a human being, I felt like some kind of super-intelligent and evolved sea mammal creature. Nothing happened at that moment other than a death-rebirth-transformation. I kept saying 'I'm ok now, don't worry, I love you' to my girlfriend but she made me stay in the shower until my eyes were able to focus on her. I laughed and felt amazing euphoria.

When I put on dry clothes and left the bathroom, I was still incredibly high from the drugs I had taken earlier and I felt totally transformed. It looked to my friends that I had gone through a total freak out and I guess that I had but the aftermath of the experience that so glowing that I can't think of it as anything other than positive and valuable. I feel a bit bad that I bugged out a few of my friends but the interesting thing is that anyone who had done DMT before wasn't worried about anything other than me hurting myself while I was uncomprehending of reality. Thankfully they were there for me and protected me from myself, although I did seem to realize that running into the woods to go jump in the lake was a bad idea and chose the shower baptism more or less of my own volition. ;) I had an afterglow from the DMT well into the following morning. I couldn't still feel the DMT but the experience was sticking with me and I was sort of jumpy and euphoric into the next day.

Nothing else eventful happened that night. I would say that the acid, a small amount of mescaline and 2ce combination was pretty hardcore, definitely not for the inexperienced. I worked on some art projects, chilled with friends, watched a fire in the fireplace.

I was still scared of DMT though. I wanted to do it again the next day but I was afraid. Two days later I ate 10mg 2cp and 4 hits of acid. I wanted to try the DMT again. Once I was settled into the 2cp, no nausea or anything, I ate the acid. As soon as the acid hit I asked my friend to pack me some DMT and watch me while I did it to make sure I didn't do anything unpredictable. We went into a bedroom and I put on my headphones with one of my favorite songs on. I smoked a big single hit of DMT and lay down. This time, the vision was not static. I was more like previous DMT trips I have had with a feeling of motion and the sensation of hurtling forward in space and time. I saw twisting fractal visuals and didn't try to hold onto myself at all. It was a smaller dose and the experience wasn't shattering me but I felt very happy and comfortable and wiggly.

This is the way I would recommend doing DMT: in private, in a darkish place, watched over by a trusted friend and free of external distractions. Not everyone likes music but I thought it was very helpful to calm me and make me feel open enough to accept whatever the DMT felt like handing me. I really think that DMT is one of those drugs that has a bit of a steep learning curve and rewards the experienced. It combines wonderfully with other drugs but be careful because they intensify it. Smoking DMT while tripping on acid can really make the DMT seem so much longer, which can be alarming if you are worried about never coming down. Some people will love combining these two compounds for that very same reason.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 92452

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 33

Published: Dec 26, 2012	Views: 5,381

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LSD (2), 2C-E (137), DMT (18), Cacti - columnar (10) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		 25I-NBOMe

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

I will preface this by saying that I have had numerous experiences, with psychedelics and dissociatives, this was, however, my first experience with LSD.

I had, had numerous experiences tripping with other people, and although the social loops where often entertaining, I found myself unable to complete delve into the trip. I wanted to have one last trip, the one trip to rule them all.

I finished my paper, and took two tabs of acid. I bumped the ketamine in careful doses over the course of the trip. And took the NBOME when I wanted to completely melt into the blackness. This was to be an extraordinary journey, from which I would not be able to escape (primarily because my friend had taken my keys without me noticing, and I didn't want to call people at 3 AM with a head full of acid, having lost my keys).

I closed the lights and put a mattress in my living room, I fed the cats, and put on an 8 hour long playlist consisting largely of apollo by brian eno, and stars of the lid. When I finally did take the last bump of ketamine closed my eyes, and lied down, I could feel myself falling through multiple layers of soft enveloping blackness. I forgot myself, and experienced suffering and joy thousandfold.

The trip jumped through time and space and I saw numerous scenarios playing themselves out around me. I experienced killing native americans with a colt from horseback, and having my children killed by white skinned invaders, with strange weapons I didnt understand. I was both the perpetrator and victim of every single act of evil, but also of every act of kindness. I saw the girl I fancy being shredded in half by a circular, and I saw POW's returning to their families.

I felt like I was rocking a newborn with my left hand, and hunting slaves with a rusty spear with my right. I experienced countless events from all across history, all playing themselves out with me in the middle of them. Human nature showed all of its faces to me. I felt like I understood. No longer did I feel part of some small brotherhood of people with whom I could relate, people like me. But instead with all of humanity, with this extraordinary species, with all of our pain and malice, kindness and joy. Across history, the drops of causality, the actions of every single human being, had made the well stir in that exact fashion that created me.

I could see at my feet what I can only describe as a giant black vagina/flower, through the floors I could see the flowers of the people in my apartment. And I could see the tubes, the tubes that led to the singularity, which manifested itself as a giant tree. I knew that everything was a result of everything else.

Towards the end my brain let me have one single scene of pure unadulterated awesomeness, void of any imminent philosophical implications. I was standing on top of a cliff, at the bottom of which, only a few feet of sand separated the almost vertical wall from the ocean. I looked out over the endless waves, and from behind the sun an eagle appeared. I drew the string of a bow I didn't know I had (Kyodo style of course, holding the bow above my head, pulling it down and drawing the string, and then releasing, all in one swift motion) the arrow flew, and it was as if the air held it's breath in anticipation. While mid air, I felt the gravity of the world shift towards the arrow, suddenly the cliff was horizontal, immediately acknowledging this, I jumped into a diving position. Speeding through the air at terminal velocity, the arrow pierced the heart of the eagle only a split second before I caught it. Holding the eagle and the arrow, my ballistic arch gradually fell, and I broke through the surface of the ocean, barely stirring the surface and still holding my prey.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 99842

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Apr 19, 2013	Views: 5,420

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31), 25I-NBOMe (542) : Glowing Experiences (4), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 1:40
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:16
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

'To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, and they shall not harm ye at all.' — Liber Al Vel Legis, or The Book Of The Law

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.

I was turned onto recreational use of psychedelic substances about a year ago, when a friend introduced me to marijuana. I'd actually been using Ritalin for 12 years, taking it daily as prescribed for ADD. This influenced all my drug experiences and skewed all the data I'd collected about their effects on my consciousness, so at the beginning of this year, I went cold turkey off the stuff to both become totally independent of substances and to give me a stable and unadulterated baseline from which to judge what effects these things were actually having on me independent of their interaction with the Ritalin.

All this to say that historically, my initial physical reactions to drugs have been generally abnormal to the point of being unlike any others I've heard of, as per my skewed physiology. For example, my first time smoking pot I went totally blind for about a minute and a half, my brain had so much trouble dealing with what was happening (something I haven't heard of happening to any other pot smokers).

So, by the afternoon of Friday, March 2nd, 2007, I'd tried pot, Salvia divinorum, Amanita muscaria (that resulting in nothing but annoying physical affects, and skewed results based on the fact that I'd smoked pot beforehand and was already high by other means), but never LSD.

The night before, I studies some websites to have some handle on what I was getting myself into as well as to be able to prove that the pieces of paper I'd eaten (ostensibly containing some sort of colorless, odorless, and basically undetectable psychedelic) had had some real effect. I've been screwed over before by simple pieces of paper sold to me by people who'd said it was acid. I memorized almost all of the effects by means of the Qabalistic Tree Of Life, utilizing Aleister Crowley's attributions as places to 'hang' the effects mentally. This will be important later, as I hung the effect of 'megalomania' on the path of the Magus, but you'll see when we get there. At this point it would also be probably useful to mention that I'm a Thelemite, which colors the rest of the experience in many and varied ways.

I, afraid for my sanity and my life, had asked a trusted friend (well call him Gemini, as per his astrological sign) to babysit, to both stop me from doing anything self-destructive as well as to bring me to the hospital if things got really bad; I gave him my pocketknife, afraid that I might accidentally hurt myself with it or worse.

1.33pm I eat one hit of Acid.

3.10 Having left the slip of blotter paper in my mouth for about an hour, but still feeling nothing, I began to get suspicious that I'd been screwed over again. A friend of Gemini's (hereinafter 'G'), we'll call him Sagittarius (as per his own sign, hereinafter 'S'), suggested I eat the other two hits left on the sheet of blotter paper, because 'they obviously didn't work.' I did so, not thinking that they would do anything. G gives me back my pocket knife.

I, dejected, decided that I wanted to get high instead and that we should all go to buy some pot. Luckily, I took my journal with me. We walked over to a friend's house to buy some pot and I was with S and G in S's room, where G was rolling a joint when I called the guy who'd sold it to me, a friend of mine, to tell him that his source had probably fucked us both over.

We left his room, got in S's car, and began the drive to a park where we'd smoke the joint G rolled.

4.31 I write in my journal, 'I feel...lethargic.' It was at this point when I started to feel that things had gone distinctly awry. I felt positively drunk, and in a way I'd never precisely felt before. This was before I had taken any sort of hit from the joint. I kept trying to work out the gematria for the word 'pot,' but kept getting distracted, so one might argue that 'difficulty focusing' was an effect present in full force. Note: Gematria is the mystico-magical practice of equating letters with numbers and adding those numbers up to get a value which is compared with similar word-sums in an attempt to generate correlations between the words.

At some point before 4.49, the joint began to be passed around; hence comes what could be interpreted as evidence for the hypothesis that pot potentiates LSD, as the effects were about to kick into high gear.

4.49 '+++,' I write in my journal (using Shulgin scale notation), adding, 'Everything is so pleasurable...I'm no longer 'in control.' I had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. I was doing awkward arm motions across the windshield of S's car, as if I were autistic or retarded, because I was so pleasured and didn't wish to exert effort over my arm.

5.00 (Journal) 'Maybe a PLUS FOUR.'

5.44 (Journal) '++++'

(Journal) 'MOOD LIFT!' At this point, I decided that I was experiencing an amount of pleasure that I hadn't had before and might never have ever again. When we arrived at the park, I had to drag myself out of the car seat.

'I'm seeing patterns too often,' I wrote. This appears to have been the first time 'open-eye visuals' made their presence known to me, as this was a summary of my recurring interpretation of what my brain was doing when I saw open-eye visuals throughout the rest of the night, that the part of my brain which sees patterns in nature was hyper-analyzing my environment to the point where I was seeing patterns and connections where there wouldn't normally be any.

Somewhere in here, I decided to pull out my pocketknife and cut myself to prove that I would still feel pleasurable regardless. You must understand, that this was not quite so insane to me as it sounds to you. I cut semi-regularly as part of a program of psychological negative reinforcement called Liber Jugorum, but when I rolled up my left sleeve to cut, the place where I was going to cut happened to be near my left wrist. Bad place, I know. Which is why I'm glad S stopped me and took my knife from me. I tried to argue that, 'If I'm feeling this much pleasure, death shouldn't scare me,' or something like that, but I'm pretty sure I just wasn't entirely there at that point.

Continuing this line of thought, I asked S to kick me in the shins several times, which he did. It just didn't seem to hurt.

I consciously decided to test out this pleasure - it seemed that I could do anything and nothing would phase me - so, on a rocky trail in the park, I consciously decided to throw myself on the ground. S and G chided me, saying that we were in public and didn't want to attract attention.

As we walked back to the car, I noticed patterns in the ground of the same sort which I've already explained and became very conscious of just the sound of the leaves crunching under our feet (perhaps 'increased awareness and appreciation of the senses'?).

I wrote, 'Why do anything other than feel pleasurable?' in my journal, which would become important later on, as it's a theme I'd return to over and over.

I also wrote, 'I feel almost as if I'd die ['could die,' I presume I meant] and I wouldn't care.'

By this point, we had returned to S's room. I looked in the mirror at one point, taking note of the fact that my pupils were dilated as all Hell, recording the note, 'Pupil dilation' in my journal as well as I could while the room looked like it was flowing around me.

I sat down and felt like I was a fish in a fishtank, with water surrounding me.

My phone-alarm rang, reminding me that it was time to Resh. I told S and G that I had to go, so I left the room, G behind me (he's a fellow Thelemite). When I looked at the setting sun in the middle of the ritual, all I could see were elaborate patterns forming and deforming around the sun itself out of the surrounding clouds. This was at the time the most beautiful experience I believe I have ever had.

I turned to G: 'This...is why Crowley wanted us to practice Resh: it's so beautiful,' and we so often miss how beautiful the world is. This is something that can easily be remedied if we only stop to look around us and recognize the beauty of the world we live in. That's the point of worshiping the sun 4 times a day (well, one of the points; there's far more to it then that): to not miss the beauty there.

I watched a Tool music video that got the first 12 dozen notes or so of one of their songs stuck in my head for the rest of the night as a cognitive 'baseline' that I would return to over and over when I wasn't thinking of other things.

I at this point was a mess, not fully coherent. I noted an experience of some 'nausea' down in my journal before saying as much, finally deciding that I had enough evidence to confirm that this was, in fact, an Acid trip: 'I'm probably Acid tripping. I know that I am incoherent.'

Somewhere in here (I'm only sure that it happened before and not after the following), I got scared that my conscious volition would be lost in the sea that was all of the cognitive and perceptual forces making and unmaking themselves before my eyes.

So, I left S's room, deciding that I needed to do the Star Ruby, a Thelemic banishing ritual, as an attempt to gain some sort of control over the trip.

I did the ritual, in complete darkness (I guess it was a sign of my coherence-of-mind that I could remember and engage in the 5-or-so-minute-long ritual at all), finishing quickly when I started to see many and varied things with my eyes closed.

I had the munchies at this point, and ate like a motherfucker upon returning to S's room. But I was ostensibly coherent enough to walk about two football stadium lengths across campus to where I had paid for the pizza.

At some point, I decided (with the Thelemic solipsistic bent) that 'the universe only exists for my entertainment, and if my environment is not currently entertaining me, I should either leave it or change it to the end that is my pleasure.' I became a real dick to S and G before we went back out to smoke some more, though I was much more assertive than usually. I felt at another point that I really could do anything I wanted, and that all I needed to do was will to push myself towards some particular end, and I would attain it.

Interesting to note is that - and I don't recommend this unless you have some way of practicing and testing yourself with under-the-influence-driving to prove you can efficiently function - G wanted to go get cigarettes from a local 24-hour store and had no one else to drive but me. So, still on acid, I drove my car down the street to this place with really no problem.

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

For the rest of the night I was basically manic, running around campus and trying not to allow the visual oddities to take over by continually pacing everywhere and talking to myself. I was still rather pot-high, meaning that my mind was dreaming up all sorts of neat ideas, as tends to happen when I get high, for another few hours, until around 5.30 in the morning, when I slept.

Woke a few hours later with my newfound pleasure-seeking and dickish personality intact. My mother and grandmother had arrived on campus. I reviewed the notes from the previous night, as is my custom, to refresh the memory of what had just happened.

The depression I felt starting around that afternoon was one of the deepest and darkest I've ever experienced. It was a burnt-out, not-enough-sleep, nothing-in-the-world-can-make-me-happy feeling. So, I got rid of my mother as quickly as possible. She could tell that something was wrong and continued to ask if I was depressed; I lied each time, telling her, 'Not at all.'

Took some sleeping pills around 5pm and woke up a good deal more than 12 hours later, refreshed and basically O.K.

All in all, a great experience.

Love is the Law, Love Under Will.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 67089

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 2, 2013	Views: 3,733

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : First Times (2), Depression (15), Hangover / Days After (46), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

		 80-90 mg
		 smoked
		 DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

My roommate and I have been experimenting heavily with psychedelics over the past few months of the summer.  We are both well versed in a sleuth of traditional hallucinogens and have been so for many years.  We had been doing frequent strong doses of LSD since the beginning of the summer.  Regarding ourselves to be on a mission to spread the good word of LSD too all those whom would listen, and by listen I mean eat our small sweet tarts.  A steady supply of a junior chemist east coast made vials filled with what I would call the purest liquid fueled this fire.  As we fell deeper into the realm of different psychedelics and obtaining larger then normal amounts of said chemicals we constantly met more psycho-nauts whom could facilitate this.  My roommate had a friend from school who mentioned he had broken into DMT and was part of a close-knit group of people who thrived on the alteration of the mind.  An opportunity came about for my roommate to experience one of these gatherings his friend would attend.  While there he drank a brew of Pharmahuasca and also smoked pure N,N-DMT from a pipe.  As instructed the next day he came home with 4 grams of the DMT, and this is where my recollection begins.

Over the course of the last week I have experimented with DMT on a few different occasions.  It was not until last night that I truly experienced what I consider the full capability of DMT.  Although it may not have been the farthest reach one could possibly go on such a complex molecule, it was the farthest I had ever been.  I started my day late after a much needed nap.  I awoke to find my roommate and two associates in my living room.  I had been planning on taking LSD since I had gotten home from work, but my nap had run until about 7:45pm.  Regardless I got up, walked straight to the refrigerator and consumed 4 sweet tarts that each contained 1 drop of LSD.  I made my way back to the couch, covered myself with a blanket and sat with my eyes closed listening to the people converse around me.  A little over an hour had passed, my come up had subsided, and I was finally feeling the beginning of my plateau.  The two people my roommate had over had left, and he informed me we would be having a friend of a friend come over to obtain some DMT.  At this point I was having a great time on the LSD but due to excessive use, 4 hits was nothing overwhelming in the least bit.  I would have much more preferred 2 more hits but I had taken the last of the batch.  I want to stress the quality of LSD we have had in our possession is quite possibly in the top tier of LSD floating around in the last few years.  I’ve seen many veteran users knocked on their asses and exclaim that they had never had something so intense.  Although, we had felt the last batch we had procured was milder than the last.  Before our new friend arrived, my roommate and I discussed smoking some DMT.  We decided to wait until after he had come and left.  Once he arrived we instantly all had a connection and talked about our stand points on psychedelics.  My anticipation was too great and I decided I wanted to expand my mind just a little more.  Our new friend and I, each took a turn taking a trip.  I talked about the small children that I had seen behind my eyes whose abnormally long arms reached towards me as if they were children in a circus fun house mirror.  I had almost been angered by the fact these children would not let me see their faces.  They would turn their heads ever so slightly or go in the side of my immediate vision, so that I could never see what their faces looked like.  I laughed about the fractal carnival I had seen and hoped that in about an hour I could try again.  My only goal being that I just wanted to see their damn faces!  About an hour passed and everyone was about to leave our house except me.  I asked for the pipe to be filled with DMT before my roommate left to pick up his girlfriend.  I wanted to have double or even triple the dose that I had been doing before.  It turns out the bowl was packed with somewhere between 80-90 milligrams of DMT.  My roommate turned to leave, and I anxiously asked him to make it a speedy trip there and back.  I realized I would be trying a very high dose, by myself with no distractions, which could possibly become a frightening nightmare.  I prided myself in being able to take incredibly large and sometimes possibly unsafe dosages of hallucinogens.  I mean after one has insufflated 30mg of 2ce, and then re-dosed 10-20 milligrams repeatedly for a few hours, you think you can just about do anything.  I was wrong.  I’ve heard of the concept ego death.  I thought I understood what complete ego loss was, and that I had experienced it before.  I’ve read many stories of people supposedly loosing themselves from levels of psychedelics that I have far surpassed.  I wonder why my psyche is so strong.  I’m confused on why my brain does not freak out, or put me in a state of mental shock when I’ve done some of the things I had done.  I’ve seen people completely freak out, and become so frightened they can’t leave the bathtub for hours at a time.  Usually I have done way more of the substance then them as well, and yet despite obvious body loads and side effects, my mind is unscathed.  Why haven’t I had a panic buffer recently?  I can recall only once that I actually became frightened, and thought that I would never be normal again.  That was the first time I had ever tried LSD.  I had done 10 hits of liquid dropped onto my tongue and left by myself in house for the whole trip.  It’s quite a story which I still years later don’t fully comprehend and probably won’t ever begin to understand.  I apologize to the reader for my over-explaining but I want you to have the best understanding of how I work, have worked, and will continue to work in regards to psychedelia.  This takes us to the minutes before my experience.

I gathered “Kitty”, the weed pipe turned DMT pipe and a bic lighter.  I laid down on our most comfortable couch and started the process.  All the lights and music in the room had ceased and all that was left was a cliché lava lamp across the living room.  I took my eyeglasses off a placed them respectably next to me.  I brought the pipe to my lips, lit the lighter, and sucked in.  I held my first breath for about 15 seconds blew out and took another.  I held the second hit for another 10 seconds and blew out.  I scrambled to take the largest hit out of the bunch on my third pull; I closed my eyes and held the smoke.  I have no recollection of when I blew out the smoke.  I was instantly transported into the circus I had seen one hour ago.  But wait… I was moving past these visuals.  Quicker and quicker the circus of lights and fractal patterns was becoming more solid.  These visuals were compacting, becoming something new.  I was no longer in the circus.  I was the farthest thing from the circus.  There were no children, there were no elves, and there were no bright colors or stunning geometric patterns.  There was only me.  I realized that everyone was gone.  But how do you realize everything is gone when you have no mind to think?  No basis of memory, no recollection of language, no primordial instincts, just an empty being.  I had nothing in my brain; I had lost everything I had ever known and learned.  I had also lost everything that was naturally there which could not be learned.  There was nothing.  Void of reasoning, void of thoughts, and void of two elements that make life, body and mind.  Yet somehow I was able to watch this experience.  I would call it something beyond an out of body experience, making it an inner mind experience.  Why would I want an out of body experience when I could detach my ego from my brain and completely undo singular creation?  (I’ve had out of body experiences before on mushrooms and they were a cakewalk compared to this state I had brought myself to.)  By singular creation I mean, one person, a single human being whom was created by something. That something be it god or extraordinary circumstances which brought essential building blocks in the right place at the right time, in the right conditions. I undid all of the architecture that our body and mind was based and created on.  I destroyed the blueprint, and went back to when it was only a piece of paper lacking pencil marks or design.  I opened my eyes only to realize this wasn’t solely in my mind.  There was no distinction between my eyes closed or my eyes opened.  I looked down, and I all I saw was these things.  What were they?  Why were they there?  What is anything?  What are they called?  I had no language.  I had no idea what words were.  I knew nothing.   I stood up quickly and made my way in what I now know is the middle of my living room and realized I was staring at what I now know were my hands.  There was nothing there.  I was alone in a new world void of everything.  My hands were crumbling in what looked like molecules.  My physical body was breaking down at a molecular level.  I don’t mean this as an analogy; I literally mean that I was standing there, eyes open, watching my body breakdown and come apart.  I stood there for what felt like 10 minutes investigating this thing that phenomenon, which made no sense because I understood nothing.  I was dead, I was not physically dead, but I lacked anything that could classify me as alive or human.  I stood there looking around this ever expansive room, everything looked foreign.  Somehow I walked into my kitchen and grabbed the filtered water from the refrigerator. I vaguely remember everything in the fridge was perfectly geometric and lacked any definition of labels or characteristics.  Everything just was.  I made my way back to the couch and laid there.  Slowly over the next hour, language came back to me.  I could not talk after about 5 minutes after the trip for I still had not grasped the English language.  My mind was racing and kept feeling confused because I would visualize an object and have no idea what it was called or words to describe it.  10 minutes after I came back to this still foreign actual reality, I found the small square in my pocket and frantically tried to recall how to make the small square work.  I racked my brain for the thing that the person I lived with had been born with; their name.  I remembered! I remember how to make the small square work!  I scrolled down to my roommate’s number, and pressed the green button which I now knew meant call.  He answered and all I could mutter was oh my god, come home, faster.  He said something that I assumed was meant to be comforting but I still wasn’t fully there.  I laid back on the couch, put on the Beatles on and tried to remember the essential things about myself.  I was mildly in shock, and anticipating the arrival of my roommate so that I could finally explain everything that had just happened.  The best term I could muster up when he got home was; molecular destabilization.  Imagine molecules vibrating fast enough where they dislodge themselves from their chemical bindings (destabilize), and have the ability to move, melt, and combust.  Last night I watched my body destabilize on a molecular level immersed in complete ego death, what did you do?

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 93067

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Jul 23, 2013	Views: 4,528

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LSD (2), DMT (18) : Alone (16), Entities / Beings (37), Glowing Experiences (4), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Clonazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (pill / tablet)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

I didn't expect my mind to come back with me.  Instead, it was sent back upside down with my senses rewired.  I also never could have predicted that one of the most beautiful experiences of my life could also turn out to be the most frightening and embarrassing.

For years, I had developed a curiosity towards hallucinogens yet my knowledge was limited.  A common question I'm now approached with was whether or not I regret combining DMT and LSD together for my first psychedelic experience.  Upon my journey back to our reality, I didn't know the answer to that question and I still remain somewhat unsure.  5 years of marijuana smoke and a year of heavy prescription drug abuse did not mentally prepare me for the unique chemical that I was interested in.  The intensity of the experience causes me to wonder if mental preparation for a full DMT breakthrough is even psychologically achievable.  Settings and sitters ceased to exist - as did everything from our reality itself.

I had hoped it would find its way to me, although I had expected my first ride would be LSD without the dream chemical.  Somehow, the powerful yellow powder arrived for experimenting.  Before I had a complete breakthrough, I attempted to smoke the evaporating product on 2 separate days with very little success.  During my first attempt, a little DMT smoke reached my lungs from a tiny pipe.  Instantly, I felt high as a kite and the patterns on the nearby curtains looked as if they were almost dancing.  There was an incredible feeling in my spine very similar to narcotic injection and I quickly shouted 'WHAT THE FUCK' out loud.  Everyone made sure I was handling everything alright and then the night eventually ended.

A few days later, my 2nd attempt proved much more interesting.  In a new setting, I successfully experienced 3 mild DMT highs that were all on the edge of the so-called hyperspace.  Each smoke was spaced out about an hour a piece and I was loving it each time.  After my first hit, I instantly told my sitters that it (psychologically) felt like something was trying to talk to me but I couldn't understand what it was saying.  In addition to the typical intense high and spine rush, numerous things started to alter and I'm not sure in what order.  All 3 times, I told everyone that the entire world was coated with an orange (almost gold) layer right after the hit.  Similar to the curtains, it seemed like patterns and objects were on the verge of dancing.  There were mild light visuals and a few things in my vision were slightly shaking.  I also mentioned that I felt like I was given 6 extra senses, all of them dedicated specifically to focusing on vibrations.  Certain moments during the trips, my body felt so good from my numbness that I couldn't prevent myself from creating positive feelings and emotions in my body - I wanted time processing what I was already experiencing and couldn't keep up. I spoke out saying that it was the most beautiful, intense, wonderful feeling in the world.  I described that it felt like having sex with every female in the world at once while having your spinal cord directly injected with every pain killer in the world.  All I could do during the strong moments were roll around on my back from side to side, holding my head, breathing heavily, and giggling uncontrollably for several minutes with a highly increased heart rate.  I could tell my behavior was ridiculous.  All claims about the harsh taste proved to be truthful.  DMT itself smells bizarre, you'd recognize the burning scent if you knew it, the plastic taste description is accurate, and I remember my tongue feeling like a piece of metal or as if it were heavily wrapped by an adhesive.

Within the first minute of every DMT hit I've ever taken, my mind always tries to psychologically visualize an object that I have yet to ever try to explain in the summaries I've made of my experience.  I found it to be rather curious because I couldn't decide if I was actually seeing it, if my mind was forcing me to imagine it in my head, or even if it had any significance at all since it was so simple.  The object was basically just a unique type of pillar that seemed to rise up in front of me, emerging from the ground.  It was painted orange and several large square black leather patterns going around it every few inches (the top part was black).  I had a feeling it was connected with the vibrations but I wasn't sure.

Shortly after these attempts, a friend contacted me claiming that he had found some LSD for me to try out.  One day before Thanksgiving, we headed down to the house where my first DMT effort took place.  2 of the 3 sitters I had with me were taking acid and all of us were trying DMT.   I took 2 blotters of the LSD and waited.  I was very calm and expected my trip to be very peaceful.  45 minutes passed and I described to my sitters that I was starting to feel very anxious, although I wasn't a few moments prior to that.  I told them that it felt like it was being forced upon me because I wasn't nervous at all - something else was in control of my senses.  They told me that it was normal and that it was starting to take effect.

The sitter who wasn't on acid then decided to pack a bowl of DMT.  Similar to the other times, none of them successfully broke through.  The pipe eventually got passed to me and I hit it without hesitation.  I took the advice I read online of not letting the flame directly touch the crystals.  To my surprise, my hit started going very well.  Even more surprising was the fact that I couldn't taste the smoke at all.  My only guess is that the acid was toying with my senses.  My conscious told me that this was my moment.  It was time to be selfish and inhale as hard as I could because I was about to blast off.  I took a bong sized hit and held it for a very long time.

As soon as I exhaled, I instantly didn't feel right.  Like always, I had an unbelievably powerful rushing in my spine going to my brain, the world turned slightly orange, I felt higher than I've ever been in my entire life, the object was in my thoughts again, and I felt intense vibrations.  Reality seemed to speed up at an uncomfortable pace.  My senses overloaded, my vision felt multiplied, and I could have sworn it felt like I could see a full 360 degrees (which I later described as 'seeing the 3rd dimension from the 4th dimension').  I almost felt like I was hooked up to a machine or possibly becoming a machine.  Right before I entered the hyperspace, it randomly felt like I lived an entire lifetime in a split second.

After about a minute, the wall behind my sitters slowly and silently started melting away.  Behind it was simply an opening to outer space. I could see blackness, stars, and planets.  As soon as the wall was fully gone, a shapeless multicolored entity of light shot out, went in between my sitters, touched the top of my head, lifted me up, and blasted me forward into the wall at an insane speed.  I told myself that this entity knew I had this drug in my body.  From now until the end of the DMT trip, it felt like I was dying millions of times per second.  It was like I could feel every single particle of my body vanishing one by one, being pulled forward into another place.

Eventually I entered a void.  I don't know how I knew this but I could just feel that, in this place, time did not exist and neither did I. I became a conscious thought without the feeling of a body.  It was a pure identity loss and felt exactly like a near death experience I went through when I was 10 years old (I was literally hours away from death and blacking out).  I didn't know who I was.  I was a simple thought, thinking to myself 'I'm just a thought.  Floating here.  Doing nothing.  Just a thought.  That's it.  Nothing else.'  There were a few short moments when I actually did have my identity and I was desperately trying to float back to my body but I couldn't reach it.  I didn't know if I would ever get back to my body and it was terrifying.  I also remember, for a brief moment, floating in the air and watching my sitters stare at my body.  I could see their souls and they looked exactly like the entity that took me away - multicolored shapeless lights.

When my trip in the void ended, I entered another body in another reality.  I don't know what it was, where it was, or what I was - but, apparently, I was shouting about aliens and alien worlds during my experience.  I was standing on the balcony of a very tall building.  Around me were more floating entities of light and even taller buildings with impossible complexity.  In front of me was a very large monitor screen that had nothing but just a few small strange symbols on it.  This world has extremely beautiful, futuristic, high tech, and probably extra dimensional.  The entities paid no attention to me.  They could tell that they were causing me overwhelming fear but they didn't care and they might have even been enjoying it.

The most interesting part of my trip was how I felt in this reality.  My sitters told me that I described to them that I felt like I had 8 billion senses in my body and it was the single most uncomfortable thing I had ever felt.  I had normal human senses that were multiplied and billions of other functions going on in my body that were impossible to describe.  It was so powerful that I felt like I was being beaten down to the ground like a pancake.  Words cannot begin to explain how uncomfortable it was.  It wasn't physically or emotionally painful - it was like being experimented on in a hospital with dozens of wires going into your veins with each of them having their own unique drug or function.  I wanted it to stop and I wanted to go back to my own world.  The fear I felt had no mercy or limits.  It was like human fear could be extracted as a chemical and injected into me.  I never could have imagined that being in another reality could feel this much different than my own.

The trip started to wear off, I blasted back to my body, and I took the disturbing levels of fear with me.  I panicked and started shouting to my sitters that 'they're real.  I felt it.  I was there.  Aliens.'  It was more terrifying than my near death experience.  I was making a complete and utter fool of myself.  My main sitter asked me 'do you realize how badly you're repeating yourself?', which I didn't.  When he asked me, I felt embarrassed beyond belief.  As soon as the embarrassment hit me, it made me realize that I was tripping my balls off and that I needed to calm down... but I couldn't.  I tried describing everything to them but I was delusional from the trip, the acid was in full effect, and the parents of the house heard me.  I wasn't making any sense at all.  At one point, I asked someone to hold my hand then begged them to hug me several times.  I was almost in tears from the fear.  My sitter told me that my hand was ice cold when he held it.  For 2 weeks after the trip, I actually thought I had exhaled and automatically went into panic mode... but I was wrong.  My sitter told me that I was peacefully disconnected from my body for 5 minutes - I had no memory of this at all and it shocked me to learn it.  He said that I tried to speak and describe what I was seeing but would trail off half way through a sentence and blank out.

One of the sitters got worried about how loud I was being and told us that we had to go somewhere else because of his family.  The one sitter who wasn't on acid drove us to another guys house and we tripped in his basement.  The power of the DMT trip made my acid trip insignificant and barely even worth talking about.  It was similar to a marijuana high - just a lot more strong and a lot more wavey.  I kept asking where I was, I kept apologizing, and I kept asking if anyone was mad at me.  I was a complete and utter wreck.  I was annoying, I was focusing all the attention on myself, and I kept talking about personal things that was making everyone uncomfortable.

I remember that I felt like I was dying every so often.  I would be talking, blank out, and come back feeling like a completely different person.  We listened to music, stared at scenery in a video game, smoked some weed, and watched some television.  Someone put on Pink Floyd - I later described that it felt like the music was bouncing around the room and that I had to turn my head to follow it.  My most interesting visuals was while we were watching South Park: the characters bodies were rapidly changing shape and color.  I tried playing a puzzle game on Xbox but everything was warping too much and I was tripping too hard so I gave up.

I hated the acid trip and I couldn't wait for it to end.  What made it worse was that it felt like the trip would end at times then come back in full blast.  I tried to calm myself down and shut myself up but failed most of the time.  I've never felt so guilty in my life - I know for a fact that I was ruining my sitters trips but I just couldn't control myself.  One of them came over and tried to peacefully talk me into a calm mood but got frustrated and gave up.  At one point, it felt like I had psychosis for about a minute or two.  The only way to describe it was that my brain felt scrambled, in pain, and my thoughts and senses couldn't be controlled.  I collapsed on the floor during this period and crawled around almost in tears.  When it wore off, I felt extreme hatred for myself and had a breakdown.  I apologized to my sitters for how I am in life, I apologized for being a burden with my health problems, and spoke of suicide.  I handed over my knife to a sitter and told him to get it the fuck away from me because I would have killed myself if he hadn't.  When I was speaking of suicide, another sitter said I was starting to make him think that way and I stopped myself, walked over to the bed, and curled up in a ball for about an hour to give everyone a break from me.  I trembled, hid my face, and occasionally cried to myself.  Despite how terrible I was acting, everyone was very polite and tried their hardest to help me through it.

After about 7-8 hours, the acid started to wear off and it was time to split.  Someone gave me a klonopin hoping it would relax me.  I begged my friend 'please don't leave me alone tonight' and he said I could spend the night at his house.  During the drive home, the sky was rapidly changing colors as I tried to describe my DMT experience more thoroughly.  Upon arriving home, I was offered to spend Thanksgiving with his family.  I was warned that it was extremely difficult to sleep after taking acid.  My mind was racing like crazy, I felt fascinated by everything I laid my eyes on, and I was having closed eye visuals of random color blobs.  Someone at the house offered me a xanax which, to my surprise, knocked me out for a very long time.

For a few days after the trip, reality seemed very different to me.  It was as if I was experiencing everything for the first time again - I had the mind state of a child.  I felt scared by everything I had to do and I wasn't even sure why.  The next time I saw my other 2 sitters, I made a very deep apology to them because I had never felt such guilt, embarrassment, and shame in my entire life.  For months, I told myself that I never wanted to take psychedelics again.  Yet, after a very positive experience with shrooms, I am curious about smoking more DMT.  A majority of my life, I have been very dedicated to Atheism and Skepticism.  DMT took all of my beliefs and instantly threw them out the window in a matter of seconds - it made me feel more alone than ever.  As of now, I refuse to label my beliefs because I'm too confused.  I don't know what I believe anymore but the chemical proved to me that alternate realities do exist and I was wrong for ever having made up my mind and being so stubborn about it.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 95442

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: Jul 23, 2013	Views: 5,106

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LSD (2), DMT (18) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:15
		 180 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 5:30
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This is more of a short story than a trip report. The reason I have spent so much time in documenting this experience is simply because it was mystical, and I don’t find that too often. Let me start off with some background on myself. Acid was the first drug I ever experienced &amp; I consider myself a fairly experienced tripper having tripped dozens and dozens of times. I was introduced to MDMA much later in my life. MDMA is my comfort zone. I feel like I know that chemical better than I know myself sometimes. Many moons ago, I candyflipped on a whim. I ate 1 hit &amp; a pressie at the same time at some party. Since I really can’t remember that experience too well other than it was fun, I really don’t feel that I had truly candyflipped until yesterday.

Since 1999 I simply had not been able to find any acid. Last week I ate 2 doses during the day to get a feel for the material again, and felt quite comfortable with the dose and the substance. It was definitely acid. I definitely have clean delicious Molly at the house. Let’s really candyflip!

So around 6:45 on 9 Sept 2011, I went ahead and ate 3 hits of some clean LSD. I don’t know a brand name, but they were red blotters with a black print of a skeleton in a top hat riding a bicycle. After dosing, I hopped in my friend’s car and we went a ride to wait for the acid to come up. We grabbed my friend some coffee and picked up another friend then wound up walking around in the woods for about 25 minutes.  Sparkles and energy. I felt like I was a kid again, playing around in the woods. At this point, I also felt very sketchy. The way acid always is for me as it is coming on. It was still hot and getting dark and my acid was really starting to take effect so we decided to leave. We drove around for another 30 minutes or so and at 9:00 we all returned to my house. Having planned to candyflip from the beginning, I knew that it was time to dose the MDMA, so I went ahead and gulped down .18 of some top quality Molly dissolved in some filtered water. Yay! Now the fun really begins. I found an amazing Ragga-Jungle set which we all listened to as we took turns playing Mario Bros 3 and Little Nemo the Dreammaster. At about 9:40 the acid was really starting to take over. Visuals! The way I remember from when I was a kid! I was wearing Kaleidoscope Sunglasses and loving every second of it. Little geometric shapes changing color &amp; shape everywhere I looked. I smiled. With my Molly starting to kick in I started to feel bad for having 2 sober friends watch me in such a state of bliss, so I gave each one of them .12 as well. Back to video games &amp; music, let’s all have a great night.

BOOM! Sudden darkness and loss of sound! It was just the breaker flipping which is not an uncommon occurrence in my house, but wow! I am tripping balls now! The visuals have overtaken my entire field of vision and I had never experienced anything quite so beautiful yet overwhelming. I really don’t want to go to the garage. I did anyway, and it was not anywhere as bad as I thought it would be. Usually it’s all in your head right? When I came back from the garage, my friends had the great idea to go to Walmart and get some supplies. It must have been around 10:30 when we headed out. On the way to the store, I was spacing off, enjoying the nice little show that acid was giving me, when I entered another plane of existence. I saw a man on a bicycle riding next to us as we drove down the road. He was there, he tipped his hat to me, and then he was gone. I asked my friends if they had seen him, and they both giggled at how hard I was tripping.

WOW! Ok...am I going to be ok going into Walmart? Where is my battle-gear? I have made a habit of donning ‘battle-gear’ such as a hat, or sunglasses, or hoodie, etc. when leaving the house under the influence of Molly. Molly makes me feel so vulnerable, &amp; I feel if I have something else on to protect me I am safer. Unfortunately, I had none of these with me. I think this is where I started to peak. After a few minutes of convincing me that everyone else at Walmart is just as fucked up as I am &amp; that I don’t need to sit in the car, we went inside. We were specifically looking for animal headbands, such as the ones girls wear to top off Halloween costumes, but had no luck. Their Halloween section was not yet unloaded from the palette in the back. We did find an awesome plastic walking stick and a safari hat though. The walking stick gave me a sense of ‘battle-gear’ so I carried it around the store to ward off any bad juju. After walking around for a good 25 minutes, we realized that everything that Walmart sells is crap, and there was nothing in the store worth buying, so time to go back to the house.

On the way out the door, I realized that I could sense auras. Really sense auras! Just as plain as it is to smell frying bacon, I could sense auras! WTF? I always knew good/bad energy auras existed, but to be able to feel them this clearly was quite odd for me. Everything just made sense to me, everything. I could see deeper than I have ever been able to see before. I described this state as ‘Chilling with the Gods.’ I really felt I was on their level. This is what the Gods endure to be able to know everything that they do.

Feeling super deep &amp; trying to be helpful, I told one of my friends that I was worried about her energy. I think she holds onto bad stuff too much and for too long. She asked me how to fix it &amp; I told her that it’s easy. Just live life to be happy and be accepting with everything that happens to you. I’m afraid she either didn’t understand, or just simply didn’t get it. As we are walking back to the car, she is cussing the guy, long gone by now, who made her park 2 spaces further from the store entrance... Okay time to head back to the house.

I hop in the car and get a weird vibe from the car. Can items without a soul, such as a car, still have auras? Yes they can. The car made me feel unsafe and sketchy. I mentioned this to the driver, and she did the worst thing she could. Now I don’t blame her for anything; she is not an experienced psychonaut and who woulda thunk that agreeing with someone would send them into a panic? She said that the car had been in multiple accidents and she could feel a bad energy off of it as well. I immediately needed to get out of the car. NOW!!! Something horrible is going to happen! Let me out! They both calmed me down but the energy of the car would not go away. In a 15 minute road trip, I had 3 panic sessions. I was never more relieved to pull up to my house.

Okay. I need to calm down &amp; chill out but my room is so damn hot. I laid there trying to relax, but only felt stress &amp; panic. To take my mind off of the bad vibes, I danced to some beautiful dnb for 5 minutes, and realized that I needed to move. I need to run! “Let’s go, who’s down?” My more chill friend decided she would keep me company. I threw my shoes on and right out the door I started jogging. It was a quick jog, but not too quick. We ran about half a mile up the road &amp; my friend needed to catch her breath. I could have kept that pace forever. I felt like I was flying. Walking back to the house we talked and I realized that the friend with the bad energy may have been throwing off my trip. She had only done acid once, and probably didn’t do it right, and didn’t know what she needed to do to keep my trip smooth. Boo!!! I really like my friend but she is foxin' my trip all up! How do you tell someone that is rolling with you to go away?

Well we all decided to go walk around the golf course. I told my friend that I was tripping nuts and not to take offense, but for some reason I felt that her presence was messing my head all up. She took it well and walked off. I immediately became more relaxed. We all frolicked under the full-ish moon, drawing designs in sand pits and exploring the fairways. I lay down on the dew covered grass to watch the clouds. Rainbows filled the sky and the clouds were amazing. I saw Pluto from Disney movies, who wagged his tail when I said ‘hi.’ I also saw Superman, who flexed his muscles when I recognized him. This is amazing. I am surely on another plane of existence. Am I dying? It sure feels like I am dying. Nope. It’s ok, shake it off. Let’s walk around some more. We ran across a water fountain and drank the coldest yummiest water I have ever had in my life. I was having a great time but I could not get the concept of death off of my mind. Recently I have been having some uncomfortable issues with my health. The doctors don’t know what is wrong, but my liver hurts often and my back always hurts and I keep getting sick. I tried to talk to my friends about dying. Maybe I need to talk it out to get over this? Maybe I need to realize that I am not dying right now, although the right side of my body is numb and it feels like my neck is going to burst. Okay self, you are in good health, right? MDMA doesn’t kill people, neither does LSD. But then again, I am walking around with Zeus and Buddha right now; so if I were to die, that would only be fitting, right? Oh my!

We wrapped up at the golf course about 12:15ish. At this point I was still very edgy. Hopefully my room had cooled off and I could lay there in bed and just be comfy. I wasn’t so lucky. We sat outside in the 63 degree weather on the porch swing smoking a few cigarettes. When will my room cool off? My friend with the energy issue decided she was going to leave. She said she was going to go home, but I don’t believe her, I think she was going to go find a boy she could cuddle up next to. Whatever, she left and I felt immediately relaxed. I decided to DJ for a while and recorded a pretty nice mix. I felt extra in-tune with my music &amp; my mixer &amp; my laptop. Most of my mixes were spot on, but 30 to 40 minutes into the set I started to lose some of the magic I had at the beginning of the set. By 1:30 AM I was definitely coming down off of my peak.

Thank god! I could not have stayed there too much longer. I am no deity and can only hang with them in short doses. I still was experiencing full visuals and rolling pretty hard but I was no longer having a spiritual experience. Auras had disappeared while I was playing music (boo) and thinking about deep stuff just seemed too taxing and almost boring. An hour ago, I had just figured out life completely, why rehash things? After recording my set I focused my attention on enjoying the company of my remaining friend. We cuddled and rubbed backs and enjoyed my incredibly comfy bed. She nodded off here &amp; there but I stayed awake to really immerse myself in the coziness, I really didn’t have much of a choice in the matter anyway. Soon enough the sun was coming up; and I was ready to have some reflection time. I drove my friend home, thanked her for saving my life, and came back to the house and started to write this.

Candyflipping was intense. It was incredibly worth it but intense. I was very susceptible to other people’s moods and feelings, exponentially more so than on just acid! The trip was still pretty head-fucky, but way less edgy. I was more mellow than with straight acid. Acid almost feels like I am sticking my head in a deep fryer, and the molly makes it more of a ‘seared on the flattop.’ Looking back, I can advise anyone who wants to try this to be very careful in whom you have around. I can also say that 3 hits of acid &amp; .18 of Mols may have been a little too much for this guy. I don’t think I will do this dose again, or at least not for a very long time. I chilled with the Gods long enough last night to keep me enlightened for at least the next decade.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 92820

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 29

Published: Jul 24, 2013	Views: 4,829

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

		   T+ 2:00
		 10 mg
		 oral
		 4-AcO-DiPT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 2:45
		 30 mg
		 smoked
		 DMT
		 (freebase)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

The following is my account of one of the most out of the ordinary DMT experiences I've had (this time the DMT happened to be smoked on top of LSD and 4-AcO-DMT). This is one of the only experiences where I actually kept my eyes open for the beginning of it (well, mostly my eyes were open just so I could have more DMT, but during this time, I was so fascinated by what I saw that I just decided to explore a bit). It is noteworthy to state that I rarely EVER get open eye visuals on psychedelics-- sometimes even on DMT I don't get them. I get them a little more often than I used to nowadays, but still not as much as some seem to.

I went over to my trusted friend's house to stay the night (I don't see this friend often because she lives about 2 hours away from me, but we are good friends, colleagues and have many mutual interests in the realm of psychedelia). I had expected that we would probably have plenty of interesting substances on hand for the evening, but we hadn't really discussed how we planned on the night panning out. We had decided to just play it by ear.

Shortly after I got there, she told me that she had just acquired some new LSD (and she always has DMT), and that we could have some of both. She asked me what I had brought. I had brought some DMT of my own, and additionally some 4-AcO-DiPT (which she then told me that she had never tried before). So we got started and each had some LSD. I had just one hit, as I am pretty receptive to the effects of psychedelics at relatively low doses. For an hour or two, we just talked about our lives, she read me some of her most recent written accounts of her own psychedelic experiences, and we worked on artwork (a collaborative piece) with my friend. I was pleased that our styles went together rather well, and the LSD seemed very strong and clean.

About two hours after we had dropped the acid, we decided to leave off on the artwork and take our 4-AcO-DiPT. After taking our 10mg capsules, we went to her room and laid in bed just talking and trancing out. I could feel the effects of the newest tryptamine within only 20 minutes. Its empathogenic effects helped us to open up a lot to one another about the things that had been going on in our lives, difficulties that we had been experiencing in various departments, our insecurities about ourselves and others, and also our immense appreciation for one another, our other good friends and everything else we were blessed to have in our lives. We both cried and laughed together and it was very therapeutic for both of us.

After about 45 minutes to an hour as I was still coming up on the 4-AcO-DiPT, I decided to have some DMT with my friend (she would have hers after I was done with my session), so I used my newly made 'Machine' device to do so. I loaded up the pipe, meditated quietly for a few minutes and then took two big hits, surprisingly using up all that was in there. After that, I added more DMT to the pipe so that I could have a bit more. As I did so, I was forced to look at the photo album that the pile of DMT was on top of. I found myself looking at some embossed fractalized patterns on the photo album. They were static, so I looked at them more closely so as to discern whether or not they were a hallucination, or actually part of the photo album. I ran my fingers over the album only to actually *feel* the embossment, so I concluded somewhere in my working mind that the fractals were actually part of the design of the photo album. Not too far off, right?

As I tried to light the third hit of DMT, my spatial sense was so off that it took a lot of effort to figure out where to hold the lighter. It didn't help my efforts that my eyes were darting around as if I were in REM sleep mode. I looked around the room as I managed to take 2 more generous-sized hits, and noticed that the room had turned into some sort of candy factory-like territory. Every piece of furniture and object in the room was static, intact and took on the exact same shape and form as it normally would, BUT each thing had its own special pattern that did not overlap with the patterns of other objects! For instance, my friend's walls (which were usually just plain white) were wallpapered in lime green and pink stripes. The plain wooden dresser was bright blue with bright pink flowers and teddy bears. I think that another piece of furniture had painted colorful candy canes on it. I was and still am simply amazed that everything in the room could look exactly the same and be static; unmoving, yet literally look like it was painted and wallpapered completely differently. It was so realistic and felt like a dimension warp or something.

After I closed my eyes, needless to say, things became even more interesting. The place I was taken to also reminded me of a candy factory or playroom; themes from childhood were constantly present. There was a rotating gear, a sort of mandala that dominated my vision in the center of a colorful, tasty room. The gears/sections of the mandala were rhythmically changing and transforming systematically like the second hand of a clock. Every second or so (or however much time that really was), a section of it would develop into something else, and so on. Everything I saw from that point on was so incredibly detailed and rhythmic. I felt like I was a little kid in an interactive, virtual reality candy shop; this space was very synesthetic and even tasted like candy. I can't remember completely, looking back, exactly what was going on as far as details go, but this experience was so whimsical, colorful and amazing. As I returned back to reality and slowly regained remembrance of who I was, where I was and what I was doing, I laughed in astonishment.

After I came down from the DMT, I felt so refreshed and still very psychedelic as I still had the rest of the LSD and 4-AcO-DiPT trip ahead of me! I looked at the photo album and realized that those fractals hadn't actually been there; they had been a visual and tactile hallucination. I was astonished at this because I've never experienced something like that before (a hallucination by two senses that coincided), and like I said I rarely ever get open eye visuals at all, let alone ones as bizarre and real as these.

The rest of the experience consisted of talking more with my friend, dancing to some good music and finishing our artwork.

As a whole, this experience was really beautiful and well-rounded. It invoked my creativity, opened me up emotionally (I had many heartfelt moments with my friend), and opened my eyes to new tryptamine dimensions that I had never before seen. I forgot to mention that I was smoking bowls of cannabis throughout the entire experience. I have done this combination a couple of times since, and I must say that it is one of my favorite 'psychedelic cocktails' of all time.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 99864

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Jul 27, 2013	Views: 5,925

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		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I've taken LSD hundreds of times but the one experience that stands out and that I will cherish for the rest of my life was one of the last times, about eight years ago. I went with my father for a weekend trip to a small village in western England (I'm American) called Ludlow, where there are three restaurants that have received Michelin star ratings and are considered among the best in Britain. My dad is a diehard foodie and invited me along to hit this culinary mecca out in the middle of nowhere.

It was a seven hour drive from London through tiny towns that didn't appear on maps and where the locals' accents were so thick they hardly sounded like English at all. We finally arrived and found our hotel -- a great little place that had been an inn since the 1600's. We settled in and discovered that they were filming a movie in the street right in front of the hotel, and Rupert Everett and Kathy Bates, who were both in the film, were staying there! (The film is called Unconditional Love. It's okay.) We went to dinner at the first restaurant, then turned in around midnight, exhausted from jet lag, a day of driving, and some really good wine.

I awoke before dawn, my sleep pattern a mess, and went out to explore the village. I found a little shop open where I bought some rolling papers and a 'Walker's Guide to Ludlow.' It was March and a bit chilly but as I sat in the courtyard of the inn drinking coffee and looking over my new book the sun began to rise on what promised to be a beautiful day. I had brought along some weed and three hits of strong liquid, dropped onto a business card tucked away in my wallet. I rolled a few joints and wrote a note to my still-sleeping father saying I'd be back by mid-afternoon.

Ludlow is surrounded by hills with a couple that are quite high. I started strolling through the town, seeing shops opening, schoolchildren walking, housewives chatting, and farmers feeding their sheep. It was such an incredibly quaint place; you could tell that life in Ludlow hadn't changed much in centuries. I began to feel really good (still completely sober), smiling and saying 'good morning' to everyone I passed, glad to be on vacation, up early on a gorgeous day, and simply being alive! Consulting the map in my new book, I selected a route that led out of town and toward the tallest of the surrounding hills. At the edge of Ludlow, I stopped at another store and bought two large bottles of water and munched my business card.

As the sun rose in the sky, I rose on the hill. I had my Discman blasting the Smashing Pumpkins' 'Machina' disc, which had just come out, and it fit my mood perfectly. I still think of that day when I hear any song on that album.

Anyway, as the acid took hold, I was hiking along a trail that zig-zagged up the hill. The sun beat down gloriously and the wind raged all around me, making the hillside a swaying mosaic of tall grass and trees. I began to think about my life and my plans for the future. I had been through a rough couple of years and had kicked a heavy cocaine and heroin habit just a couple of months before. As I walked, I became overwhelmed with confidence that I could stay clean and continue to improve my life and my mind raced with plans of the possibilities my future held. I thought of the various relationships in my life -- family, friends, co-workers, and began to realize how much I loved everyone, and, more importantly, how much I loved myself.

The hill was very high and steep in places. At times the strenuous climb left me pleasantly out of breath and I stopped often to smoke weed and look down on the village spread out on the valley floor below me. Never before had I felt so exhilarated, happy and alive. More than once I was reduced to tears, absolutely blown away by the beauty of the world. The acid was magnificent and enhanced perfectly the rollicking riot of color and beauty surrounding me. At one point I heard a deafening roar coming from the sky. I looked up just in time to see a fighter jet zoom right over me. Later, I learned that there was a US Army base nearby.

About halfway up the hill, I passed an elderly couple walking in the opposite direction. They were holding hands and they seemed so happy, I very nearly started crying again as we exchanged pleasantries and observations of the day's loveliness. They seemed quite unfazed at the appearance of a weepy and wild-eyed young American on the hillside they apparently had lived on for many years. There were tiny clusters of houses here and there on that hill and I wished I could live there too. I wondered how anyone could live in such a beautiful place; it was too much to imagine.

It took me four hours to reach the summit. At the hill's peak, I had already passed the peak of my trip and had entered the phase of heavy visual distortion. As I stood atop the hill, I looked down on the other side and saw another village lying in the floor of another valley, like jewels glistening in the relentless sun. Then, I noticed that that side of the hill was covered with a purplish stuff that I couldn't quite identify. The acid made it hard for me to focus on the stuff, so I went down a bit to get close enough to see it better. It turned out to be a seemingly-endless slope of wild rosebushes: tangled thatches of thorns and vines topped with brilliant purple roses, as far as the eye could see!

I turned around and headed back to Ludlow, dirty, deleriously exhilarated and joyfully exhausted. Gravity sped my return journey and I was back in town in less that two hours. I walked through the streets of the tiny village as people were bustling through the shops and everything buzzed with energy. I found a pub and sat outside with a pint of Bass, reflecting on the incredible experience I'd just had.

I realized then that I had just experienced a turning point in my life and that in some small way, that day had changed me forever. The sun had given way to clouds, and large drops of rain began to fall as I made my way back to the inn and a hot bath, before meeting my father for another magnificent meal at a world-class, yet humble, restaurant called Mr. Underwood's.

Mr. Underwood was a 19-year old, enormous cat that belonged to the proprietors and he sat at my feet as we ate dinner, the only diners in the place.

That was one of the best days of my life.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 71689

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 1, 2013	Views: 3,567

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