		 DOSE:

		 20 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I took about 1/5 of my red vial of acid, ON ACCIDENT, I meant to only take 5 or so hits, but I couldn’t count the drops with my nose in the way, and the vial sprayed. I also took 2 1000 mg vitamin C pills with rose hips (supposed to intensify your trip). 15 minutes later the first traces of the trip started to kick in, just a little head rush and colors seemed stronger (pupil dilation increases the strength of color seen), so we decided to get moving, we went on a 1 mile walk to a mall (bad idea). On the walk, visuals started rushing around.

I would watch cars drive by and laugh so hard I fell on the ground. This made both of us very very paranoid, if a cop drove by, we might as well be dead, my friend was on house arrest at the time. We walked around the mall a bit, but all the people were very scary, so we ran home. There I fell on the couch, and ate goldfish ALSO NOT GOOD. Goldfish are very salty, dehydration is not a main concern normally during an acid trip, but I had not gotten anything to drink all day except my milk in the morning, and it was about 6 at night. I tried to ask for a drink, but I couldn’t talk, ended up staring at the vacuum for about 2 hours, we had a very complex conversation, the vacuum and me.

That’s about where I partially blacked out, I remember a few things, and others my mom or my friend told me about. My friend said a little baby was crawling all over my body and I wasn’t moving. His mom got scared and called the paramedics (shes cool w/ drugs, but she thought I might die). I vaguely remember being carried in the ambulance. I then remember waking up in the hospital and feeling like the whole universe was all about to be gone all becuase I wanted to get high.

It felt like I was killing the world and I was hella scared. I do remember the doctor asking me 'how are you feeling?' and I answered 'how should I know?' and he said 'what did you take?' and I said 'everything,' he then said something like 'where did you get it?' and I said 'nowhere.'

The doctor, due to my actions, put me in 5 point restraints (tied up both arms, both legs and my torso) and gave me 2 sets of sedatives. They used 2 full bags of IV fluid before I was properly hydrated, and thats when I started to feel human again. Apparently I was violent, they thought I had taken PCP. My mom had come to see me (the hospital called her) and I didn’t recognize her at all. I thought she was a monster, so when she came at me I tried to bite her.

I finally soberized around 1:40, and started to cry when I realized what exactly had happend and how screwed I was, you see my parents had no idea I was doing anything except weed, and his 'overdose,' as the hospital called it, scared the shit out of them.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7617

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 21, 2003	Views: 16,220

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LSD (2) : Hospital (36), Overdose (29), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

I wasn't originally going to do LSD, we were at Rottenest (a small island off the coast of Perth, Western Australia) for leavers week, after school had finished for the year. I was with a big group of my friends, was having a great time.

It was the last night we were there and we wanted to get some E's. Unfortunately everyone had run out and we couldn't find anything. One guy had some meth but we took our chances and kept looking elsewhere. Nothing could be found. This whole time we knew that one of our friends had some tabs of LSD but we had decided not to trip cause of what we'd heard. Anyway after searching for ever I decided to take a tab, my best friend said he didn't want to which was cool, I was with a couple of my other friends who were experienced trippers.

It seemed to take for ever to work. We went on walks all around the place, and then it finally started working. Everything suddenly became so funny, laughed at anything. My friend and I decided to go for a walk, down the jetty, on the way we passed a house that had a strobe light going, and it was also raining at the time. Anyone who's seen rain with a strobe light will know what I'm talking about but it just looked so awesome. After watching that for a bit, we kept on to the jetty. As I said it was raining, and there was puddles everywhere, all these puddles on the asphalt looked very purple and just amazing, one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. It looked like the surface of some distant planet in the solar system, like purple dunes.

We  walked to the end of the jetty and watched lights out on the water and also the lights of Perth. So far my trip was amazing, I was having such a good time.

It was the walk back to our place when things started to go a little bad. I suddenly got blotches in my eyesight, and I realized it was because I was getting really hot, I took my jacket off and that helped a bit. Though I did start freaking out a bit, started to panic. Now ive thought about this a lot, and I think if what happened next didn't happen I would have had a great trip. We walked back to our house and noticed a couple of people standing around the front door. The lights inside were off and everyone was asleep. As we got closer we could see they were trying to see inside, looking to see if they could get in without waking anyone (presumably to steal what ever they could). I yelled out to them as we got closer and they turned around. They were obviously on speed or glue or petrol or something cause they were amped up big time. One guy was pretty big, and he was 'play' fighting with us, trying to intimidate us, they said they were looking for a cigarette. We said we didn't have any. Then one of the guys said if we 'start' on them, he'll pull his knife. This freaked me out big time and I started to get really scared. I'm not one for fighting, I hate knives and guns and the things that come along with them. We said we weren't going to start and luckily they left pretty quickly.

From there things got bad. I got REALLY paranoid and started panicking even more. What was worse was that all my really good friends had deserted me for their girlfriends, which was disappointing to me because they had all said when I told them I was going to trip that they were going to look after me. I felt really alone, I felt I had no one, I kept trying to find someone to look after me but no one would, everyone seemed so fake.

The guys I was with told me to smoke some pot to settle myself down but I didn't want to, I'd given up pot and didn't want to mix drugs. So I just had to calm myself down. We locked up the front door pretty good and all sat around the back, however I could not get rid of the feeling that those guys were going to come back.

Finally I found some sort of relaxation, we went on a walk around the place in a big group which made me feel better. Then went back to our place and crashed. Trying to sleep was almost impossible, once I got into one position something about it would annoy me so I would change positions and the same thing would happen. So I just thought fuck it, I'm gonna ride this, so I watched some awesome 'dot' patterns on the roof and around me, it was great.

Next thing I know I wake up, somewhat dumbfounded but that was to be expected. After that night though it took me a while to forgive my friends for not looking after me when they said they would.

Will I LSD again? No. I wanted to try it, and I have. I know what its like. From what I've read on Erowid my trip was definitely not as intense as some others. I will always wonder what my trip would have been like had those 2 guys not threatened us and scared the shit outta me.

Oh one thing I forgot, later that night when we were on the walk, we ran into the big guy who threatened us, his friend no where to be seen, after realising it was him, I told the rest of the guys and we started to walk back to him, there was security guards all around him though, they had been following him. We told them what him and his friend has done and they told us that they had been terrorizing the place all night. The big guy had assaulted a young girl. I'm not one to take pleasure in someone else's pain but this guy was beat up really bad. Someone else (probably a number of people) had gotten to him first and he was for lack of a better word, fucked. He was limping really bad, holding an arm and bleeding. We left him like that, with the security guards watching him closely.

What goes around comes around.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 7649

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 23, 2003	Views: 8,152

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 40 mg
		 insufflated
		 Oxycodone
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 0:25
		 40 mg
		 insufflated
		 Oxycodone
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 4:15
		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   128 lb

12:15 Snorted one line of oxycontin, apx. 40 mg (half the pill), while walking home after a rather interesting mushroom trip. 1-2 minutes later, began to feel off balance and get the body high.

12:30 Started to feel nautious from the drip going down my throat (the green coating on the 80 mg oxy tablets tastes very nasty when snorted, i picked out the big pieces but it was still pretty bad). We tried to make it to a drinking fountain, but ended up just stumbling up to it and getting mocked by the people playing basketball. Eyes began to feel very heavy as we neared my humble home.

12:40 Collapsed on carpet at house, felt very nautious but drank soda despite cautions excerted by friends. Started to feel a lot better, and since nobody wanted the rest of my oxy, I decided it might be a good idea to increase my high and snort it. I was very, very wrong.

12:50 Drip was unbearable, I finally decided to just snort the water (gets rid of the drip much faster but feels very unpleasant, I normally only do this with coke as the coke counteracts the unpleasant feelings, but the oxy high would have to do). I started to sit by the toilet every few minutes, whenever i felt nautious.

2:00 Violent puking began, first I ran to the bathroom, then my other friend who snorted some oxy as well ran to another bathroom. My mother was coming home at 3, so this started to scare me. I also had to take out the trash, knowing my neighbors could see me all messed up next door. I went to get the trash can, got the urge to throw up and threw up in the bush in front of my neighbors. They didn't say anything, just stared. I took the trash can into the side yard, puked a few more times, and ran to get the other trash can, throwing up on the way. My shirt got very dirty with black flakey gooey things. In putting away the trash cans, I must have thrown up at least 10 times.

4:00 My mother still was not home, so i decided to score some acid and wait at the park for my next ounce of shrooms. Apparently my friends and I waited for 2 hours until 6:00, and I hadn't really noticed as i started to fall asleep, upon which I was woken up becuase my friend noticed I had stopped breathing entirely. Not a good sign. They kept me awake for about 30 minutes, then I took my last 2 purple gel tabs to keep myself awake for the remainder of the oxy high, which I thought would've worn off soon after the vomitting. My friend who also took the same amount of oxy had lost his high and was jealous and felt sorry for me at the same time. Finally it just zoomed into the acid trip and I forgot all about this horrible oxy experience. My friend and I vowed never to do oxy again, we also vowed to not do DXM again, but that's an unrelated issue. Goodbye and have a great flight.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7736

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 8, 2003	Views: 41,200

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Oxycodone (176), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

about 3 days ago my younger brother ken, dad, and i traveled to a concert where the dead were playing with willy nelson. when my dad told me about it, the one thing i was thinking about was if we could find any lsd... we were walking through the parking lot to the concert (which was just a giant grass field) it was about 85 degrees out and everybody was walking through rows of cars looking for anybody with the drug of their choice. at about noon, i was walking with my brother between rows of cars and many, many tiedye shirts and i saw a very pretty girl with colorful tatoos on her  mesh fabric and fairy wings comming out of her back walk by dotting the tip of her toungue with her index finger. 'ken, look its the acid faerie!' i whispered to my brother and turned around to follow her.

we bought about five doses of lsd off of the girl and took it at about 2:00 in the parking lot. the concert started at an old field near our parking field at 3:30 and my brother and i had just started feeling the one hit each of lsd in the form of a subtle visual clarity and warm buzzing feeling in the emotional column of our body and spreading throughout. we walked through the crowd of tiedye, dreadlocks, and smileing flowing people right up to about 15 feet of the stage. the ancient smile of willie nelson filled my whole existence as i watched him play and sing along side of phil lesh of the dead and i smiled with the most emense understanding and colorful love i had ever expirenced. the towers of speakers on the sides of the stage were spilling out a music that felt like it had been poured over my brother and i in a thick atmospheric wave of color, sound and emotion. i looked away from the stage after having totally suberged myself in something that clearly seemed to me to be deeper than any one persons life. as i looked through the crowd around me, it didnt seem tightly crowded...it was more as if all of the space had been taken up, yet there was no tension. noone pushed into anyone else, they just seemed to flow around each other in a way that was closer to a liquid than i had ever seen a group of about 100,000 humans act. in my mind, these people were beginning to encompass a visualization such as the spiecies of tree that connect their roots underground...but at ground level, just seem to be completely different organisms. there was almost no need for anyone to speak. there was a communication on a unanymous level that even someone at a complete outside perspective could sense strongly. at about 6:00 i averted my attention down to the ground. where the grass had been trampled by thousands of people the straw laying over the dirt began to move and mosaic into a beautiful pattern that seemed symetrical yet creative on every level of my being as i absorbed myself in its magnificence. my conciousness moved like an observer come to life, and when something interesting caught my attention, the observer followed it as if it was being tangibly pulled in that direction. and so a buzzing distraction in my mind demanded attention. i quickly realized that it was just part of me that wanted to see the sky. so i looked up out of my developing ground world through the layer of liquid people and straight out into the heavens. it was about 8:00 by now and the sun was setting in an intensly vibrant shapeshifting view that seemed to open my soul until i could feel one with the universe. i could feel...as if tangibly...that my senses were diffusing into one another and that my whole inner universe and body was diffusing into the whole of the outer universe. i began thinking about what my old line of pereseptions felt like. i had almost forgot id lived my whole life in a systmatic, 'normal' world and felt sad. 'i cannot beleive i couldnt grasp that this world even existed before now.' (at this point, the concept of 'now' felt actually quite alien to the truth) as i began to fold back to earth i asked my brother with a grin on my face, if he could stop smiling. we both stood still and twisted our lips superficially to try and frown then burst out in laughter not 3 seconds later. a little while later, my soul diffused into the music again.

by about 1:00 in the morning, as willy nelson and the dead bowed to the giant cheering sea of color, people, and the sweet musk of hashish that filled the air, i breathed out a sigh and my chest seemed to collapse back in forever, as if the whole experience was one breath of holy understanding. i guess the theme that seemed to umbrella the entirity of the trip was that understanding in itself has lead directly to the thing being understood, and if there is any other inhibitive emotion, then there is something left to be grasped. i thought this right at the end of the concert when walked away aching with pleasure as id been standing for about 13 hours strait and my face hurt from smiling for so long!

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 25019

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 12, 2003	Views: 10,325

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LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), General (1), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

brought up a strict, conservative religious environment, I was initially very scared of psychadelic drugs.  however, I had started smoking pot not more than two months eariler than my first LSD experience, and it had opened the door to other, stronger drugs.  my curiosity ate at me like a disease, so I decided to try it on a beautiful saturday afternoon.

my friend J came over after church that day, with a backpack of contraband slung over his shoulder. knowing what was waiting for me, I anxiously ushered him into my room, where we safely locked the door.  he pulled out a large sheet of paper with lines drawn on it.  it looked like graph paper for algebra class.  he cut me two of the tiny squares and told me to let it sit on my tongue for a while.  although I couldn't shake the lingering feeling of apprehension, my curiosity finally convinced me to pop them in my mouth.  they didn't taste like anything at all, and i kept them on my tongue while i changed my clothes, grabbed some money and a jacket, and said goodbye to my mom.  As we drove away, I asked my friend J what to look for.  Being a seasoned drug user, he told me that I would know.  Being almost twenty minutes in, I felt almost nothing.  I was eager for my first altered perception, hoping that it would dazzle my mind in ways that people had told me it would.  We arrived at the place we would all be tripping at, a house on a country road far from civilization.  Already many of my friends had gathered there and were casually smoking cigarettes and making conversation on the front lawn.  The owner of the house, one of my best friends, came up and warmly greeted me.  I whispered to him that I had dropped two hits and his eyes got wide.  'No way!  So did I!'  and he laughed like a little child.  The prospect of having someone to share this trip with me was very inviting, considering I still didn't know what to expect.  J came up to me and started waving his hands in my face, trying to trip me out, but to no avail.  it just annoyed me.  he looked at me funny and all of us proceeded to enter the house.  each of us grabbed a comfy seat in the living room.  they had all been waiting for J and I because J also had pot next to the LSD.  He sold sacks to everyone who wanted one and we all just got caught up in lighthearted conversation.  this was when I felt the first effects.  I was sitting next to one of my friends, a girl, and we were sharing this multi-colored afghan to keep warm.  All of a sudden, I felt so good inside.  The afghan felt very comforting close to my skin, and the warmth of my friend, who we'll call M, felt very comforting as well.  I couldn't help but smile.  Now while this was great, I still was not feeling any of the psychedelic effects that everybody would talk about.  while I felt slight disappointment, I rationalized that it was only an hour into the dose, and if it didn't work, I could always get stoned.

after about 15 more minutes of sitting in the room talking, people started pulling out their respective sacks and rolling joints.  the first one to finish, guigo, eyed me and M, and we followed him outside to the barn where everybody smoked.  at the time, my body just felt very tingly and good, as if I had just gotten a really good massage.  guigo sparked the spliff, and passed it to me.  I held it to my lips and took in a rather large hit, causing me to cough out a gargatuan cloud of smoke.  This is where it all hit me at once.  All of a sudden, time started moving at a snail's pace.  I looked up at my friends after my fit of coughing, and they all smiled at me, amused by my display.  Their faces moved in sluggish patterns, it almost looked as if their faces were made out of clay.  I passed the spliff to M, who took it happily.  Her hand extended out soooooo slow, and she took forever to put it to her mouth. and the sounds, oh the sounds.  everything was so loud and clear.  the crackle of burning herb, the sound of M breathing out the smoke.  everything was exaggerated to an extreme point.  the more hits of pot that i took, the more into this strange world I descended.  finally we finished the spliff, and we conjured again in the house.  I was feeling very dizzy and disoriented, and noticeably i might add.  one of my friends came up to me and said, 'how ya doin there acid head?' followed by a laugh.  I smiled at him, his words still processing as he walked away.  I honestly didn't understand what was going on.

about two hours into the trip, it was getting insanely intense.  It was like a world that even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't.  I found myself asking the question, 'when is this going to end?' and for a few minutes I felt very, very scared.  and to make things worse, my friend's (the one who owned the house) parents came home unexpectedly.  they were supposed to be gone for the weekend.  my friend started freaking out.  'Everybody, upstairs!  And don't say anything!' he yelled, frantically trying to rid the house of any incriminating evidence.  we all scurried up stairs to his tiny room and all sat on the bed.  It seemed like I waited there for almost an hour, but it had only been 15 minutes.  My friend M pulled out her cell phone and called another friend, steve, and he told us that we could come over there.  His parents had left and he was sure they weren't going to show up unexpectedly.  Sighing with relief, we all shuffled outside.  everyone left for steve's except for my friend aaron and I.  we decided to wait until my friend was done getting yelled at by his parents.  inside aaron's car was a mango.  the mango looked so appealing to me, it's orange and red colors drawing me in like a visual magnet.  I pulled out a sharpie marker and started drawing strange designs all over it.  It felt as if I had no control over this, like my subconscious was the one telling my hands to make these designs, and I had almost no control.  At the end, it looked amazing to me.  I dubbed it 'the monkey mango,' and set it down for aaron to see.  He was totally sober, and it obviously did not entertain him as much as it had me.  It was raining, so the rain droplets coming down the windshield looked surreal, almost.  they seemed to be a figment of my imagination, but when I heard the sound of them dropping on the roof, I realized that it was all in my head.  It was all very, very entertaining.

After what seemed like hours, he finally came out and we left for steve's.  when I got there, I felt really good because I felt safe again, and there were even more friends at steve's house than had been at the previous house.  I sat down in his couch and started chatting with old friends.  This was about three hours in, and the full effects were hitting me.  I went into the bathroom to take a  piss, and when I had finished I proceeded to open the door.  There was no door knob.  I looked down for visual confirmation, and sure enough, there was no door knob.  I thought my mind might be playing tricks on me, but I stuck my fingers through the hole where the door knob should have been and found nothing but thin air.  I was trapped, it seemed.  the door would not open with out a door knob.  This confused me greatly.  I started getting upset.  I thought someone had played a joke on me, trying to trip me out or something.  I started yelling, 'who the hell locked me in the bathroom?  who the hell thought this was funny!'  over and over again.  my friend guigo was getting a real kick out of it, I heard him laughing hard outside.  This only served to upset me more.  Finally, steve let me out with a tool, and I felt good once again.  Guigo had tears streaming down his face.  He said, 'dude, I want to trip with you,' followed by fits of hard laughter.  I sat down once again, and started thinking. I had just asked my girlfriend out last week, so the relationship was pretty new, and the passion still on full blast.  Thinking about her was pleasant, and I got lost in my head thinking about how she smelled and how she laughed.  and then out of nowhere, she bounded down the stairs and jumped in my lap!  I felt this undescribable rush of euphoria and emotion that almost knocked me senseless.  I looked up at her and she looked so beautiful.  I couldn't believe it.  She usually didn't approve of me doing drugs, but for some reason, this day she didn't care.  she smothered me with puppy love and chatted me up for a good half an hour.  The incredible euphoria continued the entire time I was in her presence.  I just seemed to appreciate having her all the more when I was on acid.  She got off my lap and beckoned me into an empty room, and well, the rest is left to the imagination.  but let me tell you, it was incredible.  after that, I've only done acid one more time, but am still deep in love with my girlfriend, and I know that these lasting emotions come from that one experience, which will stay with me until I pass away.

If you are apprehensive about trying acid, you have every right to be.  But in the right circumstances and around the right people, it can be the most memorable and amazing experiences you could ever have.  I will never regret doing it.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 26734

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 15, 2003	Views: 11,058

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Relationships (44), First Times (2), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 AMT

		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

I noticed there was some question on the effects of colorblind people and LSD.  I am red green colorblind.  I don't see in black and white but I cannot distinguish two colors of similar shades and I miss almost every number in the colorblindness test with the colored dots at the optometrist's (eye doctor).

Since I have done psychedelics, especially LSD and AMT, colors have become sharper and brighter and I can more easily distinguish similar shades in bright and pastel colors, but darker colors such as dark blue and purple, have become more difficult to distinguish because they seem to morph into each other.  I do see all the colors and patterns very vividly when I trip and it seems I can more easily see them than can the people I trip with, most of the time I still see stuff after everyone else has come down.  I can't tell you if the colors and patterns are the same as people with normal vision, because I don't know what normal vision is.  Since I have tripped I have visited the optometrist once and got 8 of 15 numbers right in the colorblindness test when before I would only get 3 at the most.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 23143

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 13, 2003	Views: 70,146

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39), AMT (7) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Health Benefits (32), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:30
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

So, last Friday, on the 14th of November, I managed to get my hands on four hits of acid; it was liquid; each drop was poured onto one of the smartie-style sweet tarts that my dealer had bought at the store we met at. I watched as he did this, and we chatted while waiting for the drops to soak in. I was informed that this stuff was really visual, that if you look at glass on one hit, it gets a stained glass effect. This excited me. I wanted the hallucinations...I wanted to watch my dresser breathe. So, blah blah, the day went on. I went to dinner with my dad. Didn't really eat much, as I was hungry, and buzzing with excitement, anxiety, and joy that I was going to experience such a wonderful drug.

Two to three days before, I had started reading all about LSD, as I tend to do, exactly like I did when I first tried MDMA. I wanted to know everything, so I would be prepared. I was expecting so much stuff to happen. So, at 11:00, as per normal every day, I picked up my boyfriend. We went home, and about 11:20, we both took our shares. Him two, me one, leaving one left over. After around 15 minutes, I was feeling a pretty nice body buzz, and waiting in anticipation, with no fear whatsoever, for the experience.

Around a half hour to forty-five minutes after we took our first hits, we decided to break up the last one; He took a small portion, and I took the larger two that it had split up into.

Conan O'Brian came on, so we watched that. After Conan, we turned off the TV, and headed into the bedroom. My boyfriend kind-of annoyed me by being so reclusive...I was expecting him to be understanding and to help guide me. He put on some music and the AVS on Winamp3, and then after a while, laid down. I was bored, and we went outside for a while, and fed the ducks. They were so cute.

Then, we went back in, and my boyfriend went back to laying around. This was about three or four hours into the excursion, and it seemed like no time had gone by at all. I was getting annoyed...why wasn't I hallucinating? I closed my eyes, and tried to see if I could get any CEV's. Nothing. I was starting to feel very dissapointed. I knew that I was at my peak, but why wasn't I having any hallucinations? Why did I only have a body buzz? The only thing that was cool was the trails I was getting. It looked cool.

I went in and played a video game (the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles game for PS2). That got old, as I was easily killed many times. So, I let my boyfriend take control and play GTA: Vice City while I went in our room. Still nothing. I was getting annoyed, now, not just bored. I concentrated really hard...and got a visual of rainbow hearts tacked to a wall, and some poodles with really thin string for hair and really big eyes. That was the extent of my visual hallucinations, save for the occasional India-themed image popping up for a split second.

Finally, at about 9am, I just closed my eyes. I know I didn't sleep; I think I went into a trance, but I don't remember anything about it, not even when my boyfriend asked me to switch to the other side of the bed. When I opened my eyes, it was 1:22, a minute before the alarm went off. I felt sober, except I got the body buzz back minorly when I smoked a cigarette.

All in all, I was very disappointed by the experience. I was expecting to trip, not to just plain feel high. Upon discussion with an experienced user of the drug, we decided that the dose wasn't enough. I'm not never going to take LSD again, but I AM rather disappointed. I know that I got more visuals when I took MDMA than that, and that was relatively annoying.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 28472

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 17, 2003	Views: 11,082

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

So, my girlfriend was the one who actually told me about acid and how relatively safe it is.  so one cool and cloudy afternoon i decided to take a tab.  since it was my firt time i did only take one.  Now supposedly i am one of those rare ones that can't see any color.  Completely colorblind.  I can't see any of those numbers in the tests at the optometrists, so i guess i can't see color (bullshit in my opinion).  Anywho, it seemed to take a long time to kick in, roughly 45 min to an hour.  When i did start tripping, i noticed a slight change.  The colors i see and yes i do believe i see color, were slightly more vivid.  and as it progressed they softened and sharpened at what seemed to be random intervals.  The sky was green for a while and there were pink trails in it. they were all so pretty.  I can't imagine what being able to see color and tripping on acid would be like.  I had an amazing time and will do it again soon.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 28903

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 11, 2003	Views: 48,234

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LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Health Benefits (32), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

I've been tripping for about six years now, on and off. When I first started using LSD, I got really into it. I dropped a lot for about two years. I've eaten tons of blotter. (Tim Leary and Purple Jesus Christ were always the best). I've had pure LSD-25, sugar cubes, gel tabs, etc. Then for 3 years I didn't touch it. Depression is a bitch.

Then I was at a huge party and two of my friends shroomed, and another friend and I got acid. I only ate one hit cause I knew I would have to drive later that night (party started at noon). That night I became completely digital. It was my first trip that visuals didn't matter, cause of the intense body trip. Anyway, it was good and decided that it would be my last trip.

Well about a year has passed since then, and in the last few months, I tripped about five times. As for tolerance, the most acid I've dropped in recent months is 3 hits at once of 'cherry bomb.'

Then I unexpectedly ran into a kid that had white blotter acid while smoking with some friends. My girlfriend (Ash) and I both ate one hit.

We chilled, smoked, and drank a few beers over a card game and the new 311 CD. A good time it was. Then people wanted to go out. So, Ash and I decided to take cover before the acid peaked. We drove back to the city to chill with our smoke friends. Throughout all this, I was tripping, but in control.

Soon it came time to take ash home. The trip was good , but we both agreed it was strange, not like normal acid. It was definitely nothing else than LSD though. We decided to watch a movie. What better movie to watch than 'The Wall.' I love that movie. Well... not anymore. I thought that I was the main character suffering from insanity.

Then, after the movie we were just laying down listening to music. Then my girlfriend was saying things like,' Why do you have to have such a strong spirit, why can't you be weak so you do what I want.' (she wanted to have sex) Then she was kissing my neck, and I told her to stop. I said it felt like she was suffocating me, so she laughed and continued. At this point, I was scared. I had to get away. When I was leaving, she started crying for no reason at all. She told me it was cause of the acid and she would be fine for the rest of her trip. So I went home. When I was going to sleep (never good to do while tripping) all kinds of shit was going through my head.

When I woke up in the morning, all my crazy thoughts were still there. Not like back in the day, where you wake up, and everything is normal again (besides after effects). I still thought my girlfriend was Satan. I had a job interview to go to, and I saw my first love for the first time in five years. Totally unexpected. (I think the reason she broke up with me was drugs). After I finished my interview, I had to see Ash, but I was scared. I had to ask her whether she was really Satan or not. So then I saw her and she put my head back on straight. It was so hard to come out of that trip. No more LSD for me.

Acid is fun, but don't overdo it. One day you may not be able to separate reality from drugs. I never thought this would be me either!

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7874

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 18, 2003	Views: 13,895

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Relationships (44), Post Trip Problems (8), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 insufflated
		 Cocaine
		 (powder / crystals)

		 insufflated
		 Methamphetamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

I started smoking weed when I was 13 and that seemed to be good enough, it made me mellow and kind of uncaring about the depression (now that I look back at it)I seemed to be suffering from. But then I moved from the small Texas town I was living in to Houston when I was 14 and that is where the story really began. For another year I did alright, I barely even smoked weed, my grades improved and I passed my eighth grade year (the second time around). I started high school with all the hope of graduating, but that just wasn't to be.

About two months into it I took my first trip, and I loved it! It kind of cleaned all the remains of the Christian religious crap-ola out of my head and got me in touch with the true unfathomable mystic energy that all humans and animals feel (not to mention making a pretty cool light show go on inside my head!). I continued taking acid and smoking weed through the next few years, but unfortunately my education suffered. I thought it was more important to study the outer reaches of consciousness and have a hell of a time doing it, instead of studying what THE MAN wanted me to learn. Acid also seemed to have an effect on my creativity, I have always drawn and played musical instruments, but now I seemed to be doing it to produce a trance that helped me tap into my subconsciousness, which I believe to be a direct conduit to the chaotic creative energy of the universe.

I finally dropped out of school when I was 18 and still in ninth grade. At the time I would rather of had big drug parties all day with like-minded (but not really) people. I was finally kicked out of my mother's home a month after my eighteenth, you would think I would've straightened up and got busy surviving, but nooooope. I continued partying. It was around this time I started taking MDMA (or sometimes the stuff they passed around as). I was told it was a lot better than acid (and I found it to be!). I ate my first roll at a Marilyn Manson concert (I told you I was an unhappy child!) and I connected with the music (empathy) as I never have before! It also seemed to bring me closer to the people I went to the concert with, who were my best friends (and still are today).

The next day I was preaching to the heavens on high the virtues of ecstasy to all of my friends who hadn't tried it, but by nightfall I hit the emotional slump that all E-users feel. At the time I didn't know to terribly much of neurotransmitters and the affect serotonin has on your moods so I started craving more E. So I became a heavy user of ecstasy, I would eat 2-5 tabs every Saturday night and be broke the rest of the week. I started living off of ninety-nine cent hamburgers or any other cheap fast food I could eat. Luckily at the time I was living rent free in a tore up I was supposed to be repairing and the only bill I had was car insurance. Well anyway, I lived their for about six months, the last two with a couple I had never met before, when I got kicked out. The landlord wanted to move back in. At the time I was jobless and had no money worth speaking of, but the couple took me into there apartment when we moved so I never ended up homeless. The guy used to be a crack and heroin addict so he kind of understood. I didn't mention I moved from Houston with my mom because she got a job offer in another small town, I moved when I was seventeen and a half.

Well anyway here I am strung out on E, herb, cocaine and just about anything (besides crack and heroin) I could get my hands on, jobless, and living with a strange couple who's patience for me is getting shorter day after day. So I decide to move back to Houston and I start hanging with the remnants of my old crew, most of their pharmacological tastes had also increased. Also a few of them were frequently going to raves.

My first rave was BassStation'99, and prior to this I had heard of raves and knew some 'ravers' peripherally and had an idea of what they were about(PLUR, being happy and having a good time), but I had never been to one. I went and had a good time until the lights and the music started to be too much. I had taken a dose of clear gel acid and smoked some ketamine laced in a joint. After smoking the joint, I decided to get up and walk around, bad idea, the dose started kicking and the K hit me and all I could see were arms, legs and heads flying around and the blue uniformed cops staring at me (I think).

Well, this was a little too much so I started looking for my friends to help calm me down. I found them but they were too wrapped up in everything to really help, so I ended up walking around in a room full of people I don't know scared to death with a headful of strong acid for five hours. But that didn't stop me from going to more raves though I continued to go for about the next year eating every kind of roll that went around from mid-'99 to mid-'00.

I guess from the constant drug abuse my psyche started to crumble.

When I first moved back to Houston I had purchased two vials of liquid acid to sell, but ended up eating most of it with the help of friends in a matter of two months. I would constantly take a few drops and go out on the town, like I was doing stimulants or something. I believe the lack of supporting people and of set and setting helped lead to the six months of having lost touch with reality. I started believing their were hidden messages in music and that some great conspiracy was controlling every thing (like the rich trying to control the poor by numbing their minds with drugs...but it might be true Hmmmmmmm...). Well that was just one of them. Also at the same time I was having a hard time dealing with the level of sensitivity toward people (male and female) I cared about, that E seemed to give me. Growing up in a home with a father that made you feel like you weren't a man unless you were rough and tough and fucked any girl that walked by, didn't help either. I had difficulty trying to give the love I felt for all of my friends to them without feeling sexual. Well anyway, that kind of set up a loop in my head made me have conflicting feelings about my sexuality. Coupled with that the slightly schizo-paranoia the two month acid bath gave me.

Then I ran into an old high school bud, and I thought he had the answer to my problem, crystal methamphetamine. I started using crank(speed, tweak, bullshit, whatever) to make me a 'man' again. I thought it would toughen me up. Well any way this takes us  to the end of 2000 and on to the final chapter.

So I started using tweak and selling it, because I was getting it cheap (old high school friend don'tcha know). It was great I found a new group of friends, I was high 24/7, and I had a little ching-ching in my pocket. So I was doing hard physical labor all day and had the energy to play all night, my lost self confidence (it has always been kinda low)was replaced with a new bravado and I started feeling like a tough guy (said in you best Italian American Bronx accent). Then I was asked to move in with my homeboy's family, I said sure. It was all gravy for three months, when every body started staying up waaaaaayyyyy too long. I started thinking the subliminal messages I thought I was hearing on the radio were real and that there was an impending race war. Also, I thought that my homeboy was trying to turn me into a homo (not that there is anything wrong with that) and that he was trying to set me up. It finally came to a head in the January of '01, when I came home from work and found a pictograph on my bed saying that I lied.

There were some people over, so I started talking to them about what I found on my bed. I was asking them what this was all about and they just kind of shrugged their shoulders, then came homeboy down the stairs, anorexically skinny and looking friggin' nuts with two knives on his belt. He started screaming at me that I was an undercover DEA agent, and I was a part of the Aryan Brotherhood, and that I was gay! The thing that was scary about all that was that we knew each other in high school and in between the few years we didn't see each other there was no way I could have become John Law, the AB thing was understandable because I told him my conspiracy theory(but I’m not a racist at all), the gay thing is understandable to but I never tried to experiment with him or anything. My only conclusion was not enough sleep and tweak. He also pulled a sword on me and tried to stab me.

I've finally started to pull my head back together in the past few months, I still suffer from slight visual disruptions and I still feel more empathic than I used too, which is a good thing. I'm also more understanding of people and their situations. It also seems I'm more at peace with myself and the universe, and less attached to materialistic things. My HPPD really doesn't bother me it just adds more color to this life. I also had a slight stutter I had as I child come back but it's not to bad it only happens when I'm under stress. I've also have come to terms with my heterosexuality.

The point is if you want to do drugs do them for the right reasons (consciousness expansion), and don't let the drugs do you.

Much love and respect to all.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7884

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Dec 18, 2003	Views: 44,121

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Methamphetamine (37), Cocaine (13), MDMA (3), Mushrooms (39), LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Various (28), Depression (15), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   82 kg

Last Friday night was the first time I had ever tried LSD. I has researched the effects and other information about the drug for a couple of years, but never succeeded in finding anyone who sold it. Anyway, I bought 1 trip, along with two other friends who were my fellow trippers for the night.

	On the night and leading up to the Friday, I was extremely anxious to try it and so damn excited. My mood was as good as it could get, I was ecstatic, along with my two other friends. In all, we had 5 people in the car, a driver, another guy and us 3 trippers who I will call #1, #2 and myself. For the majority of the night, we drove around, place to place, looking for things to do.

	T+0:00 (8:00pm) I put the trip in my mouth and played with it with my tongue. #1 also dropped the trip the same time as me. We were both slightly nervous. 15 minutes later, we went and picked up #2 who then immediately put the trip in his mouth. T+0:45 we drove to a huge playground thing where I wasn't seeing any colours or anything, but I had slightly restless legs and this detached / hazy feeling, like from smoking weed, where I didn't really care what was going on around me; it wasn't strong though. I noticed my mood had changed slightly too. I now felt happier and tended to smile and laugh more than usual. My friend, #2 by T+1:30 was reporting to me that things were becoming distorted to him. Faces looked weird, the ground looked like waves were travelling through it.

 #1 and I…still felt nothing except that stoned like feeling. By this time, it was T+2:00 and we were both wondering why it had hit #2 and not us. We were thinking that the Acid was inert, or maybe since I am 82kg, and  #1 85kg, it could have taken longer to hit us, compared with #2 who was just 55kg. We found out later that he chewed the trip, whereas #1 and I just sucked it.

T+2:05 (10:05pm) we headed back closer to town where we went into Pizza Hut where some of our other friends were working that night. My friend (#2) was now fully going off, he looked so happy and alive (mentally) and I knew he was really being affected by the Acid now. I seriously started to doubt the power of this Acid, so the two of us who weren't being affected as much went to the house where we got the stuff. It was now 10:30 (T+2:30) and I could only feel that stoned (detached) feeling, but it was a little stronger. My mood was not as happy as before because of the rate at which the acid was working. We all went outside, I smoked 1 cone of weed, and then we went back to Pizza Hut where #2 tripper was. My friend, who gave me the weed, informed me that it might not be hitting me quick because I did not chew the trip. He told me to relax because it will come. My body in the car felt so warm and beautiful. I knew it was the weed affecting me, but something else was there too.

30 Minutes after smoking the weed, we all went to this girls house. Soon after T+3:30 (11:30pm) I had another cone and by that time I thought I saw flickers of light here and there but I wasn't sure. I still had not seen any weird colour or hallucinations. My mood was still down slightly, until Tripper #2 who was pretty active and made me happy to be around told me to look at the wall. (The wall was wood-grain patterned). He told me to concentrate and think of what I wanted the wall to do. It was now T+:3:45 (11:45pm) so I stared and concentrated on the wood grain where it met as a circle. I wanted it to spiral. Sure enough, it did! I could not believe it!

My mood was lifted and now everything changed; I was happier and I had faith in the Acid. I could have sat there all night and been content with everything going on around me. I looked at the curtains behind me, it looked like there was a green &amp; purple colour to certain parts of it, and at the same time, light waves were travelling through it.

T+4:00, we left that house and were driving around for some reason, which I cannot remember. I was in the front seat, there were 3 in the back, and we were currently driving through some fog. We had the music rather loud and at that time, the three in the back were yelling over something…like a friendly argument. Funny enough, people say your mood determines what you are like on Acid; true! A combination of the fog rushing at the car, the loud music and 3 guys raising their voices in the back, suddenly created these things, which popped out of the fog and jumped at the car. I slightly freaked out, but I knew it was the acid, so the scary feeling went away.

It all got better from here, especially when we went through traffic lights. They were so bright and vibrant, but the strange thing is, that I saw this purple colour coming from the traffic lights. I am not sure where exactly from, but it was there and there is no purple on this Earth that striking. One thing which amazes me since I am straight now, is when I was on the Acid, I knew I was seeing colours, but it sort of felt like it was an everyday thing; just normal, I wasn't too amazed by it. Maybe I was in denial of my senses.

At 1:30am, (T+5:30) I was dropped off home and the acid started to hit me even more. My parents were in bed as walked inside and looked at my face in the mirror to see if my pupils were dilated as they were supposed to be. They did not appear to be dilated but my eyes were different. I cannot say what was different about them, but it was as if my eyes represented my state of mind; they were a little strange. Suddenly, looking at myself freaked me out and then my face started to twist, then slowly melt.

At this hallucination, I was intrigued and directed my attention to the floor where this beautiful purple, once again, came back and formed a liquid like river, which electrically flowed around. I knew I was hallucinating, but I felt relatively normal, except for that stoned-like feeling. I was still able to communicate with my friends, and if my parents were to come out, I could confidently chat to them too.

T+5:45, I looked at the walls with a cheeky grin and saw strong waved flowing through them. My tablecloth, of blue, yellow and green ran like a river of rainbows.

My computer desktop, which caught my attention for about 10 minutes, had this beautiful blue glow coming from somewhere, and yellow was jumping from the edges of the icons and taskbar. This was about 6 hours after the trip was initially taken. I went to bed soon after, with doubt in my mind about sleep. I think I went to sleep, and I say I think because in one part of my mind, I felt awake. This was just after 2:15am. I laid there thinking, and then looked at the clock…it was 6:25am. I think I went to sleep because the time felt like 10 seconds, but something told me I didn't sleep at all.

In conclusion, if you have read this far, Acid is a strange but interesting and beautiful substance. I recommend it but I want to tell you what I learned.

 I now know how important mood and settings are when you are on Trips. Tripper #1 was sceptical of the Acid all night and was complaining a lot, which bought my mood down. Acid is all about the power of the mind. I did not hallucinate much without wanting to do it. If I wanted something to look like it was breathing, it did. I thought acid was a much stronger drug than what I felt. Psychologically, I felt somewhat normal, except for the mood lift and tendency to laugh at more things than usual, but I didn't really know how out-of-mind I was until the next day. Here is some advice for any first-time trippers out there:

- Be in a happy mood before you trip

- Be around only optimistic people, who you like best out of any of your friends

- Use mind power to initiate hallucinations

- Be patient, it will work

Be safe and always have a non-tripper around you, even though you think you didn't need it. We didn't, but it was the peace-of-mind thing.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7960

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 9, 2004	Views: 8,242

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   157 lb

The night started off as any other Saturday nite.  I had purchased a half ounce of some nice buds earlier in the day, and planned on smoking all nite, and eventually eating some shrooms.  This is usually what I do on saturdays.  But this Saturday turned out to be a lot different.  I went to a friend's house at about eight o'clock, and started smoking.  After a couple blunts, my friend asked if i wanted to drink that night.  I decided to get drunk, so we started drinking shots of Jack Daniels.  I had about 10 or 12 shots, and was pretty drunk.

I decided to eat my shrooms around 9 or 9:30, and then continued drinking and smoking.  Around 10, another friend showed up, and announced that he had bought a couple of strips of acid.  I had never done acid before, and wanted to try it, so i payed him for 4 tabs.  But because i was extremely shitfaced, i decided to take all 4 tabs that nite.   About 30 minutes later, i was starting to trip, but then I realized that this was not the acid, it was the shrooms.  When I started tripping real hard, I remember hoping that the acid would not kick in, that it would be fake.

If only it were fake.  I lost track of time completely.  I was already seeing trails, and swirling designs, but i started to have strange thoughts, and these designs would become faces.  My friend's faces started to seem more and more scary.  I remember thinking over and over that the police were watching me, and I would go to jail as soon as I stepped foot out of the house.  I expressed these thoughts to both friends, and all they did was laugh.  This upset me so bad, that I started to feel as if they were against me too.

I started to feel isolated and alone, and all of a sudden it seemed that random objects were staring at me.  These included the stereo, and a chair.  I started to drool and my nose was running.  I wanted to get up and go to the bathroom but I was afraid to leave the room.  So, like an idiot, I pissed my pants.  This was soon followed by shit.  When I told my friends what I had done, they started laughing harder and harder, until finally I could not take it any more.  I ran out of the house, and down the street.

There was an elderly woman walking down the street, so I asked her how to get to my house, expecting she would know.  She gave me a confused look, and I thought she could possibly be an undercover cop, so I put her in a headlock, and threw her to the ground.  I then kicked her in the ribs a couple times, and ran like hell.  When I realized the horrible thing I had done, I started to really lose it.  I mean REALLY lose it.  I blacked out, and the next thing you know, I had choked a cat in an alley, and was having sex with it.  I dont know why I was doing it, but i was.  It wasnt even fun.

This is when the police showed up, and I did not know what to do.  When they asked me what I was doing with the cat, I said 'this' and smashed its head into a wall.  I then charged at the police, who beat me with billy clubs.  I am now doing six months for animal cruelty, marijuana possession, drunk and disorderly, assault, and resisting arrest.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 24051

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 20, 2004	Views: 3,977

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Mushrooms (39), LSD (2) : Various (28), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6)


		 DOSE:

		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

This is a first time dream of LSD.  One microdot (approximately 5mg in total weight) was imagined sublingually at about 5 minutes before 1am, at an underground (literally and figuratively) rave event, the microdot having been acquired some days before.

A few minutes later, the DJ is spinning a track, 'Being on LSD is like sailing Mt. Everest...' or something similar.  Very interesting synchronicity, but I that seems par for the course with any psychedelic material.

After an hour, nothing is happening yet, and various people with experience of these dots have been saying that they are not very strong and require multiple dosing.

About 2:20, I'm not sure I'm feeling anything at all even now, maybe it's threshhold and I can't tell because of all the stimulus around me.  Anyhow, another microdot is chewed, dissolved in my mouth and swallowed.  No real taste to speak of.

Maybe a half hour passes and I think I'm definitely off-baseline now, but this is very different from any tryptamine or phenethylamine psychedelic I've previously imagined.  I am talking to people and notice I've started to become brutally honest.  My coordination seems to be somewhat impaired.

From here, the effects continued to grow, and by another half hour I was definitely sure of the action in my system. This material was completely clear and free of seeming mental warp, but my attention is extremely focused and my ability to think about things without reservation or mental strain is enormously enhanced.  In this, the effects for me are similar to MDMA but without the empathetic aspect.  To the contrary, I have become extremely analytical and critical, without much emotional feeling at all.  I realize I need to be very careful not to hurt people's feelings with my brutal honesty right now, because I know I would not want to do so in other contexts, and I have to make an allowance for my present state of mind.

A bit later, I run into a girl I know, and my normal shyness being absent I tell her I think she's really cute.  She's with some other guy tonight, but I get her phone number, anyhow.  I find some other people I know in order to make sure I can get a ride home later.  I spend the next few hours, walking, contemplating, talking to various friends and strangers at the party, staying very clear and comfortable throughout.

About 6am my ride is leaving the party, I'm still up, but I have to say that nobody would likely be able to tell at all if I didn't say something about it.  I am at least as coherent as normal, and probably moreso, there's probably some eye dilation going on but it's still dark anyhow.  I have some interesting geometic closed eye visuals.

7:30 or so we stop for breakfast, and meet some others of my friends.  I give them my brief bioassay report, that I think the dots are probably a low dose of LSD and not LSA as some others had suggested they might be, as I've tried LSA before and it was more sedating and less clear.  I guess this might be 50ug or less of acid per dot, though.

9am, I'm home.  Wonder if I can sleep.  Amazingly enough, by 10am, I do.  I can't sleep on most any other psychedelic material I've imagined.  I wake up about 3pm, and seem not to want to sleep more, but I think I'm down now.  Some visual focus issues persist, and continue an hour later as I am now writing this, perhaps my eyes are still a bit dilated.

Note on pain relief: As I've written in previous reports, I have tried various materials for their pain relieving benefits, this one seems to work very well indeed, but I've had a few small twinges that suggest it may not persist more than a day or two. Obviously it is premature to judge that, and many substances have a strongly dose-dependent benefit.  For example, 5-MeO-DiPT at levels below about 14mg doesn't help me much, but at 16mg provided dramatic relief for at least a week.

I fully intend to find some more of these and try them in a larger dose sometime.  I'd also like to combine them with MDMA to see how they interact with regard to the enhancing qualities of both materials, and perhaps with preservation of emotional effect.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 18486

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 20, 2004	Views: 8,305

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LSD (2) : General (1), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 25 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Kid A and I decided to finish off our vial. Initially I was hesitant. That vial was supposed to last the whole summer, and was already half gone. But he gave an extremely convincing argument. Let's just do it all now, and go completely insane, it'll be so cool! I had to agree with him. It was going to be the greatest trip ever.

So late that night, I took roughly 30-40 hits as did Kid A. I have yet to meet someone in person who has done this much!

My visuals were simply amazing. Nothing has come even close to them. I was flipping through my Dali book, when suddenly, Dali's artwork seemed to take over my visuals. I ran to the bathroom, and in the mirror, my reflection was still my face, but it was my face painted just like Dali's own self-portrait in the book. Incredible. The whole world seemed to enter Dali's surrealistic fantasy. I was lost within the visuals and seemed to be consumed by them. I began conjuring up different images, and they seemed to flow from my mind in intricate, detailed patterns.

Suddenly there was a noise. Kid A told me to shut up. I thought it was from within my house and turned off the lights, in case my parents were up. He told me to stop moving around...the sound was coming from outside. I didn't believe him, but within a few minutes I heard what he was talking about. It was coming from outside.

Terror struck deep within me. What other-worldly entity could be stalking my friend and I? Had we accidentally opened a portal with our insanely huge dose of LSD? My initial response to this terror was to turn back on the lights. I needed to be able to see what was going on outside. WHAT WAS THERE?!

As I got up to turn on the lights Kid A screamed, 'NO! That is a BAD idea!'. And suddenly I saw the incredible error that I was about to make and the horror that would be brought upon us. I inherently knew that if I were to turn on the lights the whole world surrounding me would dissolve into a primordial ooze. It would be lost and all that would remain would be a clear light with my soul being lost within its power forever. I knew that all would be lost, and I would be alone. I felt that LSD had created a cosmic hole in my head, and the entire universe would be sucked into it leaving me completely alone.

Kid A and I lay in our separate beds, scarcely breathing. Both of our hearts racing, Kid A countlessly uttered, 'I'm tripping so hard, oh my god, this is really scary'. I too was feeling the intense effects surrounding me. My mind was awash in visuals. I was struggling to discern what was real around me, and was extremely grateful for having Kid A there. He helped ground me, and allowed me comfort in that I wouldn't be lost in this psychic journey.

Slowly the terrifying presence seemed to take less of a hold on us, and actually became a little humorous. We decided to blast some Jimi Hendrix out my window. His righteous wailings on the guitar would surely scare the evil force that was residing on my front lawn. And it did. The intensity subsided quite a bit after this. But I don't exactly know when Kid A and I stopped tripping. We definitely had residual effects for the rest of the summer. Thinking back on it, I believe that I had tripped my way into an oblivious transcendent state. I felt enlightened, and appreciative of my life and my surroundings. What ensued after our crazy summer was perhaps the most productive and happy times of my life. I truly felt that life was beautiful, and every moment was to be treasured.  I was truly aware and happy.

A note on this trip. At no time was this trip actually scary. I mean it was, but it was also incredible. It was extremely enjoyable. I loved each second of insane terror that was induced. It was almost too much to comprehend. I never thought that I could feel anything to this extent, and being able to almost brought tears to my eyes. It was a trip that reminded me that life is beautiful. Beauty is within everything. Don't believe me, just look at a tree for a minute. You'll find it and wonder how you could ever miss it.

oh yeah, and the noise, it was a raccoon.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 30683

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2004	Views: 9,752

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


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   134 lb

there was once a time when almost nobody knew when i was on acid and when i wasn't including my oh so loving and understanding parents. my therepist and best friend could spot. i was on a journey to find the answer. i was going to find out why the world began, and i was convinced that acid would show me the answers. i also have adhd and ocd.

a washout is an empty vail of acid that has been filled 3/4 of the way w/ vodka or whiskey. vodka is better if availible, i'm not sure if proof matters. i'd stick with a good 80.

6.30pmish to 9:30pmish: first washout is dropped w/ my best friend. we have make an oath of forever friendship in the bathroom and then go to my parents and dance to the Beatles. We go to a friends house (across the street from hers) and deal with dumb people who are giving her 14 year old little brother shit. very little has hit me at this point, mild visuals and i feel like a plump tomato.

9.30pmish to 11.30amish: we go to a friends house, four of us go for a walk, a friend who is also on acid goes blind when he falls out of a tree. He is revived by milk. we sit around bullshitting. there are 9 people in total who are all under lsd. two freinds play fight and one is not wearing a shirt. there is a little bit of snow on the ground. we decide to go on another walk. look at bushs that resemble animals. the same four of us go and climb up a mountain where the city is completly visable and lights are jumping everywhere. we think we see a cop and hide. it's not really there. there is a unidentifiable orange light somewhere. i'm feeling exited and a bit clumsy. bit like a four year old girl peeping out from behind a door.

12.30pmish to 1.30amish: first we find balloons in trees. we find ourselves at the edge of a cliff that was cut out during the construction of a freeway. we climbed over barbed wire to get here, all to look at cars, 40 feet from above. we remanice about early childhood until we see ghetto birds. there are two of them with search lights. we run, trying to find our way out of this barbed wire fence. my friend who went blind gets caught, but morphs into a bucking bronco. he makes it out alive without any scrapes. we run down the hill from cops flying a mile away from us, who are looking for a gun man, not four teenagers on acid. i'm feeling an adrenline rush and am laughing at my friend who refuses to a use a trail, but must run and jump on every bush in his path.

1.30amish to 3.00amish: this is where it starts to get really fucking wierd. we walk down the hill and my friend john's most famous words are used here. 'you think your fucking with the desert, but the deserts fucking with you.' my nose is clogged and i'm starting to get cold. my mind is starting to wonder. i'm thinking, god please don't let me go insane. we return to our friends house to rest and trip out. i have tripped on acid in this garage 30 times, give or take a few. inside of it there is the center of the earth where the indian died that can only be opened by a sea world backpack that no longer leaves the crevas i call my closet. this trips a friend out. i then start babbling for 10 minutes. i don't remember what i said, except for the end. something about a guy riding his bicycle to power the earth.

3.30amish to day break. the moment the last word left my mouth i felt a stone door inside my body open and it was as though i had been enclosed in a trap door that had just opened. it and many other things that i've thought of on acid come from the many episodes of scooby-doo that entranced me as a little kid. i got up very jaggedly (my body felt like stiff ruber that was about to give out at any second)and begged my best friend not to leave me where ever i had ended up. my three freinds look at me silently. i had taken my best friend with me, tripped my friend john out, and had led mr. blind into a confusion/reality milkshake.

that's when i realized something very important. that thing that i had been searching for. i'd been looking for answers that could not be solved, unless i were to meet god. the definition of god is the creator of the earth. unless i could meet what ever the hell created the universe my questions'll never be answered. so i gave up my search, decided to take aldous huxley's advice of here and now, gave props to god, and danced to the same damn trance song for nearly three hours, just remembering every time i'd ever done acid and swearing that i wouldn't do it for six months after i thought that i'd never do it again.

in 15 days it will be 6 months. i don't know if i'll ever dose again, but i will say this. if you find god because of a drug, i highly suggest you take a break. i mean i'm happy with my faith and everything, but its really sad that i let a drug drag me that far, but i don't regret it. i can still see the ground moving and if i stay up for about 24 hours sprinklers turn into things like lawn gnomes who move, so all in all, i'm not all here or there anymore, but shit, i'm havin' a damn good time. also, if you're having a bad acid trip drink the juice from canned peaches, milk, throw up if you gotta, and say whatever your thinking out loud to someone who isn't on acid so you don't trip the other people out. don't let this scare you away from acid, that was like trip 150 and please don't attempt a washout unless you can kick it under at least 30 hits.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 8539

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 21, 2004	Views: 9,253

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1.0 g
		 oral
		 Vitamin C
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:59
		 60 mg
		 oral
		 Vitamin B-6
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:59
		 150 mg
		 oral
		 Tryptophan - 5-HTP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 1:00
		 8 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 1:30

		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 9:00
		 0.75 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 9:45
		 10 mg
		 oral
		 5-MeO-DiPT
		 (capsule)

		   T+ 0:59
		 150 mg
		 oral
		 Tryptophan - 5-HTP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 12:00
		 150 mg
		 oral
		 Tryptophan - 5-HTP
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   62 kg

[21:00]

Ingests 2 pills Vitamin-C (500 mg. in each, selfdosing over 12 hours), 2 pills Vitamin-B6 (30 mg. in each) and 150 mg. 5-HTP.

[22:00]

Arrives at some friends, starts drinking booze and beers (there were plenty of alcohol).

[~22:30]

Starts eating of them pills. (3 Diamonds, an EZ-test first turned orange, then pitch black - definitly MDMA, and probably also amphetamine).

[~23:30]

Party's on, everybody is totally drunk, loud and most of us are drugged too.

[somewhere between 2 and 4]

We take off 8-10 persons to a new-years psytrance party.

[~45 mins. after]

Arrives at the party, i don't remember details but it ruled, and i danced my ass off.

[~5:45]

A girl gives me 2 blotters (Condoms, very good LSD!), after i give her 10 mg. foxy methoxy.

[~6:00]

My friend doesn't hesitate to eat the one, i eat 3/4 of my blotter, and give the last quarter to a friend. (I had eaten the 3 pills at that time).

[~6:45]

We can't feel if the acid has kicked in, because we are pretty MDMA-fucked, so we each eat a capsule of 10 mg. foxy methoxy (5-MeO-DiPT) to kick in the acid... It was about that time i ate another 150 mg. 5-HTP.

[~7:00]

I go to take a piss, and notice some minor visual distortions, 30 seconds after while i'm pissing, the visuals are accelerating, and from that point i have the most beautifull visuals i've ever had, definitly from the acid, but with a little of the foxy-visuals mixed in.

[~7:45]

I take off from the party with a couple of friends.

[~8:30-9:30]

We arrive 3 persons at my place, my MDMA-buzz is still present, but now clearly much more dominated by the hallucinogens.

I eat another 150 mg.'s of 5-HTP.

...we trip, talk, listens to music, and enjoys each others great friendly company.

We order some food at about 8 pm., i go online to post something on a webboard, IRC's a little, logs off, and watches a movie with my friends.

Sleeps at about 11 pm.

Absolutely the best new years eve i had, a clear +++!

Great music, good friends, nice set &amp; setting, good drugs...

I've been told that the blotters (Condoms) are 185 mic. each, wich i believe is true. [Erowid note: Nobody really knows]

MDMA &amp; LSD is wonderfull together, and the little fox on top of it, is a great combination - absolutely recommendable!

/Dex

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 11614

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 6, 2004	Views: 16,726

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LSD (2), 5-MeO-DiPT (57), MDMA (3) : Various (28), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 DOM
		 (powder / crystals)

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This was to be the endless summer. It was the summer of 1975 and I was free. No more high school, no more crazy home life, just me, my surfboard, three best friends, a couple hundred bucks and a car. We had all we needed but directions, and Kyle was getting those along with a couple sheets of good blotter acid. Soon we would be loaded into Scott’s Datsun and on our way to Mexico!

The four of us had planned this trip since spring. We were all tired of surfing central California and we all thought we were much better than the waves we were riding. Therefore, when Surfing magazine had an article on a little place at the southern tip of Baja, we decided then, these were the waves that we would ride. The best part was the 500 miles of coastline between Santa Maria and Bahia de los Angeles, we knew most of the breaks between Santa Maria and San Onofre and planned to hit them all on the way down. We used to joke about eating acid and doing all our surfing between two nuke plants was going to mutate us into dolphins. At that time we all were spending 3-7 days a week in the water and barely made it to graduation because of all the cut classes in our senior year. I was lucky enough to have kept a good GPA but Scott, Kyle and Eric just squeaked out of Righetti High School with their diplomas, this, and the fact we were usually tripping on LSD when we were at school had parents, teachers, and counselors riding us like a pony. All of this had the four of us saying that if we could we would just stay in Mexico.

Kyle, in charge of directions and LSD came through like a champ he got directions, the name of a family to stay with and not just a couple sheets of blotter but 3 vials of liquid also, WEEE HOOO! It was tough not to just drop and go when he got back but we had a plan and we were gonna stick to it. We were going to a party that night and try to impress some girls with our epic plan and maybe get lucky before we left. So leaving our acid behind safely, we headed up to Pismo Beach for a big kegger. Once we got to Pismo, it was into the water for an hour or so (it was soo much cooler to show up at a surfer party wet!) and then to the dinosaur caves for beers and babes.

When we arrived, things were getting all funky and unnecessary and the party had a weird vibe. The music was pumping out Kansas and the bonfire cast odd shadows on the cliff walls. Piles of rotting kelp added to the muskiness of 70-100 teenagers dancing and drinking in a sea cave. Kyle looked over at a group we knew and said “ Dudes that’s Carla and Erin over there”. Kyle had it so bad for Erin it was funny and I was doing my clumsy best to impress Carla. Scott and Eric disappeared chasing some girls from San Luis Obispo but came back when they found out what had the party’s vibe so different. Somebody had gotten some DOM also known as STP and about a third to half the party was coming up on the shit. Eric stuck his goofy blonde head into a group and came out with four hits of the stuff. I said “Eric what is this stuff?” he replied, “it’s like acid but better” “Like how?” I asked. He said, “ This stuff is supposed to last 12-16 hrs”.

Wow trip all night on something new then head south in the morning…cool. So we dropped the clear gel caps into our open and greedy little mouths and pounded a few beers. It took about 45 minutes to realize why we felt the weird vibe when we arrived; in fact, weird vibe became the reality for the next 24 hrs. I was drinking down the last of a beer and the bottom of the cup began flashing colors at me. I turned to Carla and said “I think this stuff is kicking in, I feel really shaky and kinda sick” I looked about and about half of the people there were laying in the sand kinda wriggling and shaking but they didn’t look like they were very concerned about it either. I remember wondering aloud to Carla that I hope that this stuff was gonna be more fun than the way it looked, then… all hell broke loose! My body began to vibrate, I said to Eric “What the hell was that stuff again”, and those were my last words for 12 hrs.

The party had quickly degenerated into a bunch of drunks alternating between fussing over those of us incapacitated by the drug and trying to freak us by saying stupid crap like here come the cops, we almost even reacted, almost. I was alternating between melting into the sand and being the sand, I was sure Carla and Erin had driven off in this state and had crashed for sure, they did not, they dosed also and did not say anything about it and ended up wriggling along with the rest of us. Everyone who had taken the drug was fully incapacitated and we were relying on our drunken friends to watch out for us while we wriggled in the sand hallucinating, laughing, and crying. I remember thinking that this was it, I was not coming back in one piece from this trip. This all started about 9:00pm, by midnight the vibe had turned so weird that all that was left on the beach were the very drunk and us wrigglers.

Monsters, demons, angels, and Gods consumed the rest of the night, our group of 30 or so wrigglers passed the night lying in the sand as eternity blew through our souls like a gale wind. Sunrise brought little respite from the enduring effects of this superdope. One by one, we would regain our feet only to lie back down because of the unpleasant feeling of standing. By 9:00am not much had changed except we could sort of spill words out, nothing that made much sense but it was progress. We all 30 were still down in a sea cave on the little strip of sand on the floor and by noon we still were down there. About then some of the partygoers from the night before were coming back to see if the wrigglers had made it out. I managed to sputter something to someone about needing water and help getting up the cliff.

I guess we must have gotten there attention because they all went and got more bodies to help get us out of the cave and to where we had parked. The group of us trippers must have been something else to coax out, 30 people with emotions jumping from terror to bliss with a side order of scrambled brains. I think it must have been 2:00 pm before they had us all together out of the cave. Some scuffles over car keys were quickly sorted out and we were left to ride out the rest of the trip in our cars and in the field we parked in. By this time, we all could talk again but the persistent overlay of tracers and colors kept us from attempting to drive home and the quality of the conversation at this point was like listening to Pidgin English. That and all of us were hungry and very thirsty. About 5:00pm, people began arriving for the Saturday night version of the night before and were surprised to find all 30 of us still there.

By now the stimulant effects of the drug were finishing up and while still a bit too trippy to drive we were all chatty and wide awake despite being up all night fighting demons. There were a couple guys and a girl who did not come back around right away and we had to do some serious talking down to convince them they were OK and that IT would go away eventually. The rest of us were ready to kill for something to eat or drink and that is what finally put us in the car and on the road again. The bastards always made me drive when we were screwed up and I was not digging having to drive in the shape I was in, that and the drug had left me irritable and tired/wired so I meandered through the neighborhood streets to our favorite burger joint in Pismo and parked in back. Driving helped put my head back together and I had to explain several times, where we were, and why we were there.

The man behind the counter named Brian was in his mid thirties and had spent time in prison so he was cool and he would dish up extra fries to us cause we were regulars and would turn him on to a joint if we had some. Brian took one look at us and began laughing until I thought he would piss himself, he said “What the fuck have you punks done to yourselves now? Kyle spoke up and said we had dropped some STP and were still tripping. Brian quipped, “ Dumb Asses! When did you drop?” we said the night before around 9pm. Brian laughed and said “ you fools will still be coming down this time tomorrow, that crap will keep you F/Ued for 36-48 hrs. This, in our present mind state was unacceptable; I mean we were already supposed to be halfway to Mexico and we were looking at a whole extra day just getting over the night before and who knew how we’d feel once we finally came down, I had a feeling it was gonna be rough.

Brian kept us there and entertained until he closed then around 10pm we headed home to sleep and recuperate. We all crashed like 747’s when we got back to the apartment and slept until almost 3pm the next day, dammit, another day down. The four of us looked at each other and if I looked as bad as my buds then we were not leaving tomorrow either. Our big adventure had begun and we still were at home, THIS SUCKS! Therefore, I told my friends that we were leaving the next day no matter how bad we feel. I also told Eric the next time some one says they got something better than LSD, run!

The next day was just what I expected we all felt bitchy sick and still tired so since we had some OJ we were bringing I put about a quarter vial of LSD into it and neglected to inform my cohorts. We ate some scrambled eggs, had some OJ, and hit the road on our great adventure. It was great, we had the tunes cranked up, Grand Funk Railroad, American Band; we had a big doobie burning and were on our way to Mexico. About 40 minutes from Santa Maria, south, you get to the ocean, Gaviota beach. That is as far as we made it, 40 miles, and Jim’s hangover cure began to work. Eric said, “Man, I feel like that stuff is coming back” Kyle piped in “You too I thought it was just me” Scott, who had been very quiet so far hit it right though he looked right at me and said “Did you dose the OJ asshole?” I said “ Yeah, I figure the only way I was gonna get you guys motivated was a little hair of the dog”. The chorus of “you asshole” went on for about ten minutes then the bitching devolved into hysterical laughter every time someone called me an asshole. For some reason that was incredibly funny to all of us, for me it was the very clear mental image of a 160lb anus driving a Datsun down the coast with three other bungholes. Needless to say we pulled over about 50 miles into our big dash for the border and spent the day surfing one of our tried and true breaks and laughing our asses off at how well things were proceeding so far.

The next day we did get up early and we charged past LA and on down to San Onofre, just above San Diego.

When we pulled off we were just gonna stretch and surf for an hour or so then try to make the border before dark.

As we pulled into the parking lot there were some of the locals hanging out, they started in with the “Locals only” crap, and we flipped them off and hit the water. We surfed for a little over an hour and decided to get some food and keep going. Well them local boys must not have been serious about wanting us to get the hell out because they slashed two tires. “SHIT those assholes” came out in chorus from all of us. It was a five-mile walk to a tire store for 2 used tires and 10 dollars of our “Mexico money”. Luckily, one of the tire people was a surfer, not a jackass that gave us a ride back to the car, but by now another day was almost gone, and we did not want to enter Mexico at night in Tijuana.

We ended up staying in a State Campground that was just above San Diego on the beach.

The first thing we had to do was get some food it had been a long day and we decided it was worth it to go sit down and eat a hot meal. We ended up at Heidi’s Pies for some dinner and a cup of hot cocoa, Kyle, a true prankster brought in the partial vial of LSD from the first day and as Eric and I went to the can he poured it into our cocoas.

Eric and I sat down and drank some cocoa just as our food was arriving, and just as we were finishing our food it began to crawl all over the plate. I started poking it with my fork, kind of chasing it. Eric, for some reason, had not felt it yet and asked me “ dude, what the hell are you doing stabbing your plate?”

I could only get out “Man this just won’t stay put, hold it for me will you?”

Eric looked puzzled then it must have hit him also and he kind of just froze and stared into his glass of water. By now, Kyle and Scott are laughing their collective Asses off and we are becoming a distraction in the restaurant so they hustle Eric and I into the car and we head back to the camp. By the time we get back I am molten lead and am telling Kyle that he was gonna get it. Eric is glazed over and gone, I am headed there, and we are in some campground we have not a clue the layout of. Eric and I know we are not likely to sleep so after about 6hrs of fire staring we go for a walk done the beach, a long sandy stretch, a very long sandy stretch with a point at the far end.

Well being intrepid trippers we walked about 2 miles down the beach and around the point and promptly forgot where the hell we were. So we just sat down on the rocks and waited for daylight and some sobriety to return. Scott and Kyle when they woke to find us gone started to get scared they dosed us up and we got lost (good guess) luckily ours were the only tracks down the sand and our buddies found us and brought us back to the car. I was laughing hysterically and Eric was staring blankly into space. The rest of the campground was waking up about then so Kyle and Scott stuffed us into the back seat and we took off. Scott was driving and did not want to cross into Mexico until Eric and I were not totally obvious so we drove about till almost noon before the wide concrete border came into view. We were in Mexico, now our adventure could begin.

Exp Year: 1975	ExpID: 35595

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 2, 2004	Views: 21,589

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LSD (2), DOM (20) : Various (28), Multi-Day Experience (13), Nature / Outdoors (23), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:59

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

I was 16 years old. I hadn't had any experience with psychedelics before. Just pot, pain killers, etc.. I was very interested in trying acid for a long time. Then the day came that I got my hands on some. A friend of mine talked to me in school and said he had stumbled upon a vial and asked me to buy some hits off of him(He knew I was looking to do it for awhile) I initially bought six and sold 4 of them to two friends of mine. We made plans to chill at my house that night and all take it together. My friends had experienced acid before so I figured I was in good hands. We first dosed at about 9:00. We were watching a movie and just chilling in my room. It took about a 1/2 for it to hit me. I was amazed at how powerful it was. I took one hit to start with while my buds D and M both took two. I was not expecting anything that started to happen. Everything was amazing to me. It felt like I had an understanding for how everything worked. I sat in the middle of the room, on the floor and stared at the trip-toy strobe light we turned on.

I don't think I've ever had a bigger smile on my face in my whole life. i just sat there, completely and utterly fascinated by how the colors looked and moved on the ceiling. All of my visuals were peaceful and happy. I felt like I was on top of the world.

About 2 hours into it I decided to take my other hit. By the time that hit me I was totally at one with the Universe. Me, D, and M went outside to have a cigarette. While outside I was staring at the lights of the passing cars, and just getting this wonderful, overwhelming feeling of happiness. i later discovered that it was the lights that were getting me all wound up.  That whole night was just an extrememly mind-blowing experience. I have been using acid since that and have yet to have a bad trip. I don't know if its luck or what.....

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 9921

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 7, 2004	Views: 8,444

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

in my short life of 20 years I've done quite a many drug, but none has been so unpredictable as LSD. My first trip at the age of 16 was a life changing experience, I came to realizations about myself that I still follow to this day. However, the second trip I took wasn't so wonderful. Now I was aware that one Tab of acid can range in potency so a tip to all you novice trippers out there NEVER TAKE MORE THAN ONE DOSE. This trip was a Red Buddah, it started about 30-40 min after I took it. I was in a car and it was raining outside and I started to get really claustrophobic, saying 'I need to get out, I need to get out'. I was practically folded in half with my feet on the dashboard in the front passenger's seat. After about 15 min of riding in the car we eventually made it to my house. Now, I thought that this trip was going to be exactly like my previous one, so I thought I could handle it easily. For about the first 2 hours it went well. I was in my house, so I brought my colored pencils and my journal to color with if I so wanted to. I also changed my clothing into my favorites so that I would be surrounded by 'love'. I got my favorite music and the music that I listened to last time, Enya and Sublime. Then I went downstairs to the tv room, kept the tv off and chilled. My brother had also taken a trip so it was the two of us just hangin out.

Visually colors were magnified 10x's and the wood flooring looked like water. Everything became absolutely beautiful and I was overwhelmed by life. I came to the conclusion that 'Tripping is just seeing how close to insanity you can go without actually going insane.' My first trip was just in my head, I didn't feel anything, so that was what I was expecting this time. This time though I felt the trip in my body. My fingers would touch something and I would feel it in my hand, not the fingers. My head felt heavy, but I was able to control the fear, reminding myself that I was tripping. I also called my best friend to help keep me stable and from spiraling downward. however at around 2:30 a.m. this was about 2 hrs after the trip started, my back started to hurt. I tryed streching it and it just made it worse. My friend had gone to sleep and I had no one to help me come back up, so I continued downward.

In my head all I was thinking was that I was going to die. Because my back was hurting I thought that my spine was being eaten by the acid and that my muscles would collapse leaving me with no control over my body. That then spread to a thought that all my bones would dissapear, but mainly my vertibae. As these thughts ran through my mind, I fell deeper and deeper into a state of panic, almost like a nightmare, with my vision continuously blurring and getting harder to make sense of anyting. The pain in my body continued to intensify, and another thought came into my head, 'What if this would never end. What if I fell asleep and I never woke up, that the reality was that I was in a coma in a hospital bed and all I was percieving was just my mind but not reality.' Well, eventually I couldn't handle it anymore, I seriously thought I was dying, and rather than calling the police, I went to a good friend's house, who I knew woud help me get through the trip. At 4 a.m. I made my brother leave the house with me and we took a cab across D.C. to sit out infront of my friend's house for an hour and a half.

the cab ride was torture, I thought I was dying and all I was thinking was that I would die in the cab on the way there. I was so plagued with worry that I couldn't even hold my head up. looking out the window was disturbing as well as everything was blurry and melting. eventually we got to my friend's house and I was thirsty but all we had was gatorade. I didn't want to drink that either thinking 'Gatorade was the anti-water, juts a mix of chemicals, and completely unnatural.' but I was thirsty so I drank a tiny bit. Eventually my friend came home and he let us in his house. He helped calm me down by reasuring me everything was going to be alright and he entertained my brother who's trip never turned bad the entire time I was flippin out. Eventually at about 6:30 am I became sleepy but I was still tripping so I didn't want to go to sleep, still thinking that I wouldn't wake up and the trip would never end. At about 8:30 I did fall asleep and I woke up a couple hours later not trippin but just a bit distorted.

this was the scariest experience I've ever had, and actually the psychological effects continued on for a long time - panic attacks, paranoia, depression. this actually lasted until I took another trip a year later which was much weaker and was a pleasant visual experience.

So the lessons to take from this story,

1 NO TWO TRIPS ARE ALIKE, BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU TAKE AND NEVER EXPECT THE SAME THING

2 ALWAYS HAVE A 'TRIP FAERIE' AROUND TO HELP CALM YOU DOWN

3the most important NEVER TAKE MORE THAN ONE DOSE(TAB, DROP, GELTAB, SUGAR CUBE) BECAUSE YOU CAN NEVER KNOW HOW STRONG IT IS.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 36898

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 22, 2004	Views: 8,693

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