		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Methamphetamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (pill / tablet)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Methamphetamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I used to really be into raves.  I enjoyed the atmosphere.  A bunch of people getting really high and enjoying each others company.  I used to think they were great untill an experience I had in New Orleans one year.

My girlfriend (Danielle), Tuck, Robbie, and myself decided we were going to go see DJ Irene.  Well it was Tucks first rave and he had never rolled on X before either.  Danielle and I had been up for about 3 or 4 days on Meth before the trip.  We decided to get a bag before we left.  The entire way down there all 4 of us smoked Meth out of a hollowed out light bulb.  It was about a 6 hour drive.  Needless to say it was a very talkative 6 hours.  We arrived in N.O. and smoked a blunt between us before we got to the State Palace.

When we walked in I was very energized and happy.  I was dancing and talking to random people.  I was planning on taking 3 X pills.  Danielle was just going to take one.  Robbie was going to do whatever was available, and Tuck was going to take an X pill for the first time (which in my opinion in the best roll you will ever have.)  Well I ran into my friend, we will call him Matt.  I asked him if he could get any X.  He hugged me and said 'I can get fire ass X pills, Cidney(LSD), and Mescalin.'

Well LSD is probably my favorite drug.  I like Mescalin but didn't think that a rave was necessarily a good environment to do it in.  I believe its more of a spiritual thing, you should enjoy in nature.  Well I decided I was going to do acid.  I told him I just wanted 10 hits of 'Cid' for now.  I gave him my money and he ran off.  10 minutes later I ran into him.  We ducked off in the cut and he handed me 10 small squares of tinfoil.  I found Robbie and gave him his hit.  I gave Tuck 2 but he was going to save them for the next day.  I ran to the bathroom and unrapped the tinfoil and put 1 hit under my tongue and 1 on top.  I then found matt again and then told him I wanted two X pills (one for Danielle, and one for Tuck.)  Well 15 minutes later the trip started to kick in.  It was coming on like a normal acid trip except for being all happy and giggly, I was somewhat paranoid.

Matt had the money and it seemed like he had been gone for like an hour. In reality it was only 20 minutes.  I was wigging out.  Finally Tuck and Danielle calmed me down.  I was starting to get REALLY good visuals, probably some of the best I have had before. I loved it.  Finally I met up with Matt in the laser tag room and he gave me the pills.  He was talking about how bad ass they were.  The were called blue torches.  I gave one to tuck and one to Danielle.  They both took them.  From that point on it was somewhat of a normal rave.  I was looking at the black light paint on the wall and laughing my ass off.  Some guy kept following me around wanting to fill my water bottle up.  It freaked me out.

I heard him tell Robbie, 'That dudes trippin hard, take care of him.'  I didn't really realize how hard I was tripping untill he said that.  At that point I decided Robbie and I should go to the bathroom and look in the mirror.  I love to do that.  While we were doing that some guy I've never seen came in and said 'Yall good on Tabs.'  I knew he was talking about X.  I had alot of money so I asked him what he had.  He said he had 'blue torches' and 'mescalin' pills.  Without thinking I bought one of each.  Robbie and I walked out of the bathroom and I started freakin out.  I said to Robbie 'Why did I buy these, I am so wasted already I don't need this.'  Robbie just shook his head and laughed.  I went and found Danielle and asked her what I should do.  She was kinda upset with me.

I didn't know whether or not to take them.  She said, 'Chris, you are so fucked up right now.'  I was like, 'yeah I guess youre right.'  Next thing I know my friend Ronnie comes up.  He was trippin too.  I said, 'Ronnie I just bought these pills, should I take them or not?'  He said, 'Man, It's a party get fucked up!'  Without hesitating I swallowed both of them.  Danielle just shook her head.  Well 20 minutes later a big group of us were just chillin against a wall in the laser tag room.  I started to feel the roll come on.  I was excited at first.  Then something started to happen.  I started to feel like I wasn't in my body.  Not like I was having an out of body experience just some what disociated.  I didn't really like it.  I was telling danielle I couldn't feel my body anymore.  She started getting worried.  Well next thing I know I feel like I'm about to pass out.  I did.  Well what happened next felt like forever.  I went to this state where I didn't know that I was alive.  I didn't know what being alive was.  I didn't know what a human being was.  I was some sort of entity floating around in the large area.  I then woke up.  It felt like eternity, but It was only a couple of minutes everyone later told me.  When I awoke 2 people were in my face asking me if I was okay.  I noticed some people huddled over laughing at something else.  1000 thoughts literaly came into my mind at one time.  It was overwhelming.  The most predominant thought that I had was, 'The concept of raves is rediculous.  A bunch of modern day hippies, burnouts, take as many hallucinogenic drugs as possible and huddle in corners listening to repetitive electronic music.'  I didn't like it.  Everything was moving so hard and uncontrollable.  These were the strongest visuals I have ever had.

The floor was shooting up into spikes and I thought there were bugs flying around everywhere but I realized it was tracers off of peoples fingernails, glowsticks, hair, clothes, everything.  All of this happened in a few seconds.  Next thing I know I stand up screaming uncontrollably.  Loud, scared sreaming.  Ronnie grabbed me and was going to carry me outside.  I kept telling him 'Ronnie if I close my eyes I go to a world where I don't know whats going on and I forget what a human being is, and If I open them everything is moving so uncontrollably and shooting at me, I don't know what to do.'  I kept closing and opening my eyes repeatedly trying to stop both things from happening.  He said 'you are just trippin man, It will be okay.'  Well when I got outside I couldn't tell if it was day or night.  The sky was purple and the buildings where changing from Light to Dark with multiple colors moving all over them like little demons crawling around.  It was beautiful now that I look back at it.  I then saw my friend Jerry in a car fucking this girl.

My first thought was, 'Why is Jerry reproducing?  He is such a burnout.  We don't need anymore Jerry's.'  I was shaking.  I didn't know what to do.  Next thing I know Danielle comes running out saying 'Chris I lost my engagement ring.'  I was so wasted I said, 'I don't care, go look for it, if you don't find it we will be okay.'  She ran inside and Tuck and Robbie came out.  Ronnie went back with Danielle to help find the ring.  Tuck and Robbie stayed with me.  We got into my car.  Needless to say I could'nt drive.  Tuck was the only one who could drive a standard.  He said he was great to drive.

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

Well Danielle comes out and she found the ring, Thank God.  I don't know how she did it though.  Well Tuck is trying to get my car started, and this real fucked up guy came up to my window and was trying to get me to roll my window down.  I rolled it down just a little and was like 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!' He was all fucked up.  He looked like he was on xanax or something.  He said, 'Hey man roll down your window further, Do you guys have anything you want to get rid of?'  I said, 'NO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY CAR!'  Well we started going down the road and I started chillin out alot.

I kept telling them what had happened to me.  OVER AND OVER.  Next thing I know I look up at the sky and look at the clouds.  I see these tubes in one of the clouds that are wiggling around like worms.  I then started asking everyone, 'Why are there tubes in the clouds?  Do you guys see those tubes?  What do you think those are there for?'  Tuck then reminded me that I was tripping.  I completely forgot I had taken anything.  I looked at the tubes and somehow felt conected.  One of the tubes slowly came down and went directly into my face.  I then 'thought' we stopped for gas and some lady was screaming at me to pay before I pump.  Then the tube left and I asked everyone if we stopped for gas.  They all told me we hadn't.

Well I just sat there lost in my own mind and then had a strong urge to smoke pot.  I then said, 'Roach blunt smoke lets.'  Everyone started laughing.  I then said, 'Laugh what at are Yall?'  I then realized I was confusing my words.  I kept talking like that for 30 minutes.  That has never happened to me.  It was crazy but It started bothering me.  Finally I was able to talk after we smoked some weed.  After that we stopped to get gas.  I tried to then pump first and then the lady accused me of stealing gas, and told me I had to pay first.  It was exactly what happened to me when the tube came down.  I still don't know if maybe my mind just got switched up and turned around and I thought I saw the future, or if I actually did.

Well after that I started coming down and was able to comprehend life better.  I still had pretty strong visuals but I was okay.  We got back to shreveport and It was about 8 in the morning.  We went to a place called wallace lake dam.  Tuck then took his first 2 hits of acid.  We hung out there for a while.  Then I decided we needed some weed.  I went and bought a blunt from a friend of ours.  We then went to a park.  I parked my car.  I rolled the blunt and we all sat there and smoked it while danielle was smoking meth.  She thought she might have a drug test in a couple of weeks so she didn't smoke the weed.

Well runners would pass by my car.  I had 5% tent on my windows so they couldn't see us, but I had them down enough to let smoke out.  I guess some of the runners smelled it.  Well I left my lights on so my car died.  We had finished the blunt.  Tuck had the roach in his cigarette pack with his hits of acid.  I decided we were going to have to push my car so I could pop the clutch.  Well when we started to do that, 2 cop cars pulled up.  This is when things got really weird.

I don't remember how it started but the cops seperated us.  He then searched us.  They found Tucks blunt roach.  They put him in the cop car. Mind you he is tripping on acid for the first time.  I'm wigging out.  He then told me to tell him what else I had on us.  He didn't find anything on me, but my car was a mess.  I told him there were some seeds and stems probably and that was all.  I knew it wasn't.  He then told me if he found anything else we were all going to jail.  I told him there was a light bulb that we smoked meth out of.  He told me to get it.  When I was in there I grabbed the bulb and slid a bag of weed in my sleeve.  I gave it to him.  Then I notice that they are looking through Tucks cigarette pack again.  They find the Acid.  I knew we were fucked then.

They started questioning him.  I had 5 hits in my wallet at the time.  They asked him were he got it.  He pointed at his wrist band, because it said 'state palace' on it.  They said, 'You got it from your wrist band?' He was wigging out because he was tripping.  He then tells them I sold him the acid.  I got mad then.  I sneakily got the acid out of my wallet and threw it on the ground.  The guy tries to convince me I'm a drug dealer.  I told him man I'm not a drug dealer.  The guy I got it from isn't a drug dealer, hes just a middle man getting a few hits of acid everynow and then.

The guy then searches my car and finds a baggy full of powder from xanax, seeds and stems, and an opened bottle of Hot Damn 100 proof.  I'm like 18 or 19 too.  It was in the driver side door.  Well Danielle had about half a gram of Meth in her wallet which they never found.  I thought we were all going to jail.  They take Tuck back out of the car and make him sign something.  They then tell me to throw the hot damn, light bulb, and weed all out into the lake at the park.  I did it.  He then told us all to leave.  We couldn't drive though because we 'were to high.'  It was crazy!  We should have gotten arrested.  He did keep the acid though, which really was weird.  And Tuck signed something, hmmmmm.

Well we walked to our cars about 6 miles away.  I kept telling tuck he better not have rat on anybody.  Well Danielle and I went to the mall parking lot and snorted the rest of the meth.  I went back to the park, she jumped my car, I got my acid off the ground, and Then she went to her parents and I went to my parents house.  I had about a 45 minute drive.  I was so throwed off in the head.  At one point I looked over and for a split second saw danielle, and she said 'Yeah, thats right.  I'm right next to you.'  It scared the shit out of me.

Then I kept thinking I saw this huge mexican climb out of a big truck ahead of me.  I knew I needed sleep bad!  I was then pulling into my parents driveway.  We have this tree with a bunch of branches on it.  I could have swore it was some enormous deer with 10 foot antlers on it.  I wigged out.  I then went inside, didn't say a word to my parents, and went to sleep.  It was crazy, but I wouldn't take any of it back for anything.  :)

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 54553

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 7, 2007	Views: 51,834

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		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

There's a lot of buildup here before I get to the actual trip report, and for one very good reason: when I finally tried LSD, my experience carried the weight of ten years of expectations. Because I am absolutely certain that this long-term, positive way of thinking about acid influenced my eventual experiences with the drug to a profound degree, I feel that I should go into some detail.

A few months ago, I told a friend of mine that I had wanted to try acid since I was ten years old. She laughed and said that I reminded her of Marla in 'Fight Club,' who says at one point says, 'I haven't been fucked like that since grade school!' It's easy to see how, in this society, one would be as shocking as the other. I have, in fact, been fascinated by LSD ever since (oh, and I know it sounds cliched) fifth grade, when I discovered the Beatles. I was never around drugs of any kind, except for alcohol as a child; and don't take my interest at the age of ten to mean that I actually tried it then.

Once I hit my mid-teens and drug experimentation became a real possibility, I tried to find acid, but couldn't--it is very difficult to obtain in my area, especially without a network of certain kinds of connections. So, long story short, by the time I was twenty-one, I had long since taken up smoking cigarettes, used marijuana on a fairly regular basis, had discovered and waved good-bye to alcohol, and experimented with ecstasy and cocaine--but I had yet to try that one substance whose reputation originally interested me in this whole drug thing.

Pot was a great way to relax or kill a lazy afternoon; alcohol was, on the whole, not worth the next day; e was loads of fun but not something I would want to do on anything approaching a regular basis; coke was one hell of a high--but something was missing. I had, in all honesty, expected more. Drugs, I had found, were mostly good fun but lacked the one quality that had sparked a ten-year-old's imagination. I didn't want a mood-enhancer or just a way to get really fucked up. I wanted the world around me to change for just a few hours. I had tried mushrooms, but they were weak and the trip was, well, barely a trip at all. Bright colors and soft, friendly towels and the feeling of being incredibly stoned were all well and good--but I wanted to SEE things.

And finally, eleven years after the dawn of my curiosity, I got some acid.

I'm here to write about my third LSD experience, specifically, because it was by far the most intense trip I've had. The first time I tried it was spectacular, and three other friends were there experiencing it with me--I got some definite visuals, but that trip was still mostly mental, like the mushrooms to the tenth degree. My second trip was only on one hit, and was not very intense at all; mostly it kept me awake, and very aware of and interested in my surroudings.

But the third time...

This was not a planned trip, but it couldn't have worked out better if it had been. I'd had two hits of LSD bumming around in my freezer for 'whenever' for a while, and it was only at about 12:15 on the night in question that it even occurred to me to do them. I had some friends over, and we were sitting around, doing nothing, smoking some pot, when it occurred to me that I didn't have to work the next day--so hey, why not? At 12:30 I took my two remaining hits, quit smoking pot for the night because I figured anything I smoked would be good pot wasted on someone who wouldn't notice it, and sat back. No one else was tripping with me.

The effects began within about half an hour--I was giggly and high-feeling. We were watching 'Team America,' and I was laughing myself to tears. Within an hour of taking the acid, I was beginning to trip. The signs of an oncoming trip were by now familiar to me--a vague purplish tint to everything, shadows that grew, moved, breathed, and generally crept about in ways that shadows shouldn't. It was time, my roommate Kate decided, for a run to get a sandwich (for her) and cigarettes (for me). My hallucinations were quickly becoming much more intense than anything I'd ever experienced; putting on makeup before going out became a 30-minute adventure I'm not even going to bother trying to describe. When we finally made it to the convenience store (let's not give out names here), I was beginning to peak--and this peak lasted hours.

I highly recommend a bright, busy, neon-lit convenience store at 1:45 am to anyone who is tripping for not-the-first-time and who is with a responsible babysitter. I had to be careful and not make remarks on what I was seeing for anyone to hear--no one likes it when people on drugs cause scenes in public. On the way in, I told K, 'As your attorney, I advise you not to let me say a fucking word in here.' Then we giggled about that for a while, but I'm pretty sure that's as druggy as either of us acted. I say 'either of us' because, in my experience, people 'babysitting' people on drugs often act far shadier than the person who's ON drugs. Not so in K's case. It was AMAZING inside--the colors were insanely bright, the neon looked beautiful, the floor was crawling and alive. The touch-screen were K ordered her sub was probably the most fascinating thing I've ever encountered on a trip. The screen was moving; the words were wavy, crazy and all-over-the-place. I was seeing different fonts. I was seeing pictures in place of words. I was seeing the LCD screen in 3-D.

We made it out of there without actually causing any kind of disturbance at all; at most we were being loud and giggly, but I held it together and didn't let the ~really~ hysterical laugher set in till we were back in the car. Then we went for something of a country drive, stopping briefly back at the apartment to pick up one of the friends we had left there during the sandwich run, because he wanted to be on this drive. Hey, who can blame him? So I was driven around for about an hour on a beautiful summer night--we drove down by the creek and smelled the summer air.

I was tripping so hard at this point that it's very difficult to maintain a coherent narrative. I remember the music we were listening to--first Make Believe (the band, not Weezer's latest disappointment), then some 80's mix which gloriously featured both 'Come on Eileen' and 'Enjoy the Silence'; and finally--flawlessly--Crystal Method. Perfect. It was one hell of a drive, and I can remember pretty much every specific--but nothing ties them together, so I can't maintain a readable narrative if I go into them.

When we got back to the apartment, I was still peaking. I sat around and watched K play Prince of Persia, which was amazingly interesting. This is one of the rare video games that's actually interesting to watch when you're not playing even when you are NOT on a hallucinogenic drug. Being on a hallucinogenic drug, I happily watched K play for several hours. The screen grew and shrank, got more and less purple, and I had difficulty seeing that the colored shapes moving about were anything but colored shapes.

There was one very interesting moment of note. I briefly went in to my bedroom to change my away message online. In typing my new one, 'tripping in 7-11 the shelves were stretching out of control' (note: that's a Nada Surf lyric; the store we were in that night was not a 7-11), I had a definite weird, weird, weird moment. I wasn't typing so well because my hands were shaking somewhat and I wasn't, for obvious reasons, seeing the screen too well, or to rephrase--I was seeing the screen VERY well, thank you, but not entirely, well, correctly.

The most difficult part for me to type was '7-11'; finding the numbers and the dash was not easy, and required a lot of concentration. So BECAUSE they required so much concentration, I distincly remembered typing them--or did I? When I looked up to read my message to check it for typos (yes, even in that state), what I saw was, 'tripping the shelves were stretching out of control.' To be sure of what was there, I had my roommate read it out loud to me. Yup. I had been concentrating so hard on getting those numbers and that dash right that I had--you guessed it--only done it in my head. But I'd thought that I'd really done it. And that tiny moment, the confabulation of having typed that simple little phrase, innocuous as it may seem, is the only time I've ever actually become disconnected from reality when under the influence of any drug.

When I realized what had happened I was amazed and elated. Now THAT was a trip--an actual voyage to the inside of my own head, while in a waking state. By the time K put away the PS2 and our guests filed out the door, I was coming down a little bit--by which I mean that shapes were no longer crawling out of the walls and furniture and I was probably even able to type without having a minor psycho mind blip occur.

So she went to bed and I (of course!) stayed up, watching movies, then playing Prince of Persia myself when I had come down enough to control a videogame, then watching another movie--'Kinsey'--as the sun came up. I'm not sure exactly when I stopped tripping; my best estimate is between 10 and 11 am, though for the whole day after that I was still feeling kind of spacy. As for how much of that was drug and how much was lack of sleep, your guess is as good as mine. I did get some very interesting visuals IN my head that night as I was finally drifing off, though, so I think the drug probably had some definite lingering effects.

I'm still in the afterglow of that trip--those few days following a really great, intense experience. I feel like I've seen things in a way that's, well, wholly new. I also, having come down from the trip, have a great appreciation for the way things ARE normally. Tripping is a great experience, but by the twelfth hour it gets wearing. The next day, and the day after, and the day after that, it's still a little comforting to look at an LCD touch screen and SEE an LCD touch screen, the way you know it really is; to be able to look in the mirror without your face stretching adn melting and morphing around itself; to put on makeup without feeling like you're in danger of rubbing your nose away; to buy a pack of cigarettes and not really notice all that garish neon.

I don't, and have never, bought into any mystical theories about drugs. I don't think that acid helped me to 'see God' or become enlightened, or anything like that. I do think that acid was a tool that helped me to get back a little bit of childlike wonder. It's enough, after a trip, for everyday things to be everyday things. And at the same time it's comforting to look at them and remember what they were like when they were NOT everyday things.

There are very few experiences in life that can withstand eleven years of buildup without being even somewhat of a letdown. LSD, I am relieved and very happy to report, is one of those things. I doubt I've seen the last of it.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44321

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 8, 2007	Views: 6,589

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		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

		 3 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I'm not sure if I'm writing this to clear my own head, but I hope someone will find it useful. I'm sorry if it's not good news to some people but it's the truth and I have to tell it.

I was going to a mate's club with 4 friends. It was the biggest event the club had hosted and everyone was up for a great night, whatever that might involve. We started drinking at about 6pm and didn't enter the club till it opened at midnight, we were all drunk but not overly so. I took on the role of pill sourcer (as usual) and within a short while managed to get about 3 ecstasy tablets for each of us. I took my 3 between about 1am and 5am when the club closed. I've taken a lot more than this before and was by no means totally fucked, I helped my mate and the djs pack there stuff up before heading out of the club. We all then headed off to someone's flat for the aftershow party that had been planned.

Once there I had one grass spliff just to bring me back to ground a little and a line of speed to stop me falling off to sleep on the couch (I had been working all day!). More drink was involved and the morning was partied away by all, including all the club's djs that had showed up. At some point, I'm not sure of the exact time but it must have been about 10am, someone gave me and about 6 others some LSD. It was just 2 drops on the back of my hand that I licked off. At this point I must say that I've never touched acid in my life. I've taken mushrooms plenty times before, but I've never been a fan of halucinogenics and of feeling at all out of control, I've taken practically every non-halucinogenic pill, powder or weed at some point and all without a second thought, but not acid.

Anyway, I don't remember any slow start or build up, I just carried on with the party, chatting up a girl I met in the club, talking shit to my mates. The first thing was when someone asked me to go through to the living room to calm down my ex-girlfriend because she was 'freaking out'. She'd taken the same as me at the same time. When I got to her she was terrified, she kept holding me really tight and crying. She said everything was finished and would never start again, then she started screaming, it was a blood-curdling, horror-movie, terror scream, I think even the djs stopped playing!

I eventually calmed her down a bit and handed her over to one of the girls who owned the flat and told her to put her to bed and stay with her. When I went back to the living room I saw the faces of all the rest of the guys who had taken the LSD with me, they all looked either afraid or totally confused but always very focused. It was then I started feeling scared. The hollow feeling started, like I was loosing all self-esteem and self-worth. All optimism in me drained and I got a feeling of dread, not a worry of something impending but more like a worry of nothing impending.

I looked at the rest in the room and they looked back at me, without a word there was a mutual understanding that we were all feeling the same. I tried to smile at someone as if to laugh everything off, he laughed for a second then started crying, he put his head on his hands. I looked at my best friend and he looked totally confused, we all looked at each other for answers. I don't remember time passing as such, but it must have been at least 1pm. By now I was feeling oddly lucid about what I was apparently beginning to percieve. It felt that in that short period of time the whole of mankind had, in unison, realised that there was nothing to live for. Everyone, myself included, saw that nothing was ever going to be achieved ever again, no love, no happiness, no discoveries, no new thoughts, nothing, this feeling right now was all there ever would be and it was called hell.

Nothing else changed, I could see the sky outside the window, the faces of everyone in the room, the decor of the flat, nothing was different appart from the knowledge, shared by all, that life was over, man had failed whatever purpose or challenge given to him and now all that was left was eternal emptiness, right here in this place, right now and for ever. I/we were certain that this could not change. I couldn't feel anything appart from the empty dread and it terrified me, I couldn't feel my body. I grabbed a glass and crushed it with my hand cutting my fingers in the process, I thought that if I managed to feel pain it would prove that at least there was something else left in the universe, I felt nothing and the dread remained.

I remember biting into the flesh of my index finger, I could taste the blood but not the pain. The panic increased, I realised that this was it, it would never finish. One of the others was picking up anything and studying it frantically, reading magazine pages, picking at the stitching on a jacket, feeling at the wood of the coffee table, he told me later he was trying to get a reaction out of himself to take his mind of the fear. What happened next I'm still trying to come to terms with. The feeling of dread and terror was crushing me, it was everywhere and I was 100% certain it was eternal, mankind had awoken in hell and there was no way out.

I didn't feel anything when my fist broke through the window, I still don't know how the glass didn't cut my hand or my face for that matter. I almost had my whole body out when someone grabbed my belt. I'm quite a strong guy, I played rugby for years, they didn't stand a chance of holding me when I was kicking that hard, I had to end this. The last thing I remember was taking a deep breath of clean air and looking at the sky, then nothing. I was lucky. Lucky I missed the railings aroung the garden. Lucky I didn't land on my head. Lucky someone had called an ambulance when I crushed the glass in my hand, it was there almost before I landed. Lucky an orthopaedic surgeon was walking past the flat and came to help. Lucky I didn't die.

Nobody's quite sure how I landed, they think it might have been on my arse, maybe my shoulders. They know I folded in half on impact, that's what did it. I fell about 35 feet, broke my back in 5 places, crushed two vertibrae to nothing and snapped my spinal cord in half. I can't feel or move anything below my rib cage, the official line is T8 complete paraplaegia. It took them 2 weeks to drain all the blood from chest cavity, then they operated to straighten me with two lengths of titanium. I've been in hospital for 3 months now, I'm hoping to be out for christmas but it depends how well the healing goes, the paralysis is totally permanent and I'll never walk again. I'm lucky I can use my arms and that I'll be totally independant eventually.

I always said I would never touch acid, I only did because I was already hammered and it seemed like a good idea. I have nothing against taking drugs, my attitude towards it hasn't changed. I used to get called the nurse when we were out because I was always looking after everyone when we were fucked, I'd give pills to people who'd never tried them and then spend all night making sure they got through it enjoying it, even though I'd be hammered too. I'm not here to tell anyone to stop taking anything, I'm not here to preach, I fucking hate those types, just listen to my story. I was someone who could take all manner of shit and still knock back a drug I didn't want, I knew all the anti-drug stories; 'Johnny took acid then though he could fly, he through himself out the window, now he's dead.' They never wash with me because I knew that, ok, maybe I was a little out of control sometimes, but I wasn't going to go mental. I knew my drugs and knew where my limits were. No-one likes getting so mashed they can't remember anything the next day, we take it because it's a great feeling and we want to remember it.

But just one time it reacted badly with my head. One time it was either stronger than I expected or I was already to hammered to take it, I've been in worse states and taken more drugs before. One time it all got too much and now I'm paying the price. Please be fucking careful, all the other trips can be great, but just one can convince you of things you thought weren't possible. I've always been a optimistic guy, I could not concieve of taking my own life, it'd be like breaking my prime directive, but I did try it.

I'd love nothing more than to get out of this hospital, have a nice glass of wine, a big fat j, and maybe go to my mates and take some pills and listen to some tunes, but I can't. Not because I'm afraid. Because I can't bear to put my family and friends through the fear and pain again. I don't believe anything bad would ever happen to me again with drugs, but I can't risk tearing my loved ones' hearts out again, I'm afraid now I can only take a drink. I know you'll all have opinions on me and my experience and that's what I expect. Just please take this as a word of warning, not from a convert but from a pro-drug person, accidents can happen, lessen the risk and take care. Now, 'Nurse! Where's my damn morphine!'

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 48063

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 8, 2007	Views: 14,814

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Bad Trips (6), Post Trip Problems (8), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I am a 20-year-old college sophomore who started smoking weed just about 6 months ago.  Before coming to college, I had had no experience with any substances, including alcohol.  However, drugs had always interested me, and when I did some research and realized that some very careful experimentation can be useful and relatively harmless, I decided to try herb.  I loved it, and after a few months of that I began to wonder if there was anything else worth trying.  I did a lot of research and decided that basically every drug had some severe risks.  However, acid was appealing because the dangers are almost totally mental and very few substances known to man can actually affect the human body in an amount as small as that which can be absorbed on blotter.  So, after a lot of thinking and reading, I decided I would try it.  Fairly soon after I got to school, I made up my mind for sure and started asking around.

It took a while for me to find some, and the first stuff I found was fake.  However, a friend of mine brought me back around 2-2.5 hits torn off a tiny strip of white unperfed blotter and sold it to me for $10.  It was a weeknight, but I decided to do it that night.  I figured it would be less time to get nervous and less time for the acid to be destroyed by the elements of my room.  Now, I wanted a solid first trip, because I only planned to do this once or at most two times.  Flashbacks and mental problems are not my cup of tea, so I figure the less times the better.  I put the blotter under my tongue and immediately got nervous.  I have read so many experiences, and I didn't quite know what to expect.  I expected to see some good visuals with a solid dose, but I had heard LSD's visuals weren't always the most insane, and that it's the mind fuck that gets you.

I had my roommate with me, and he was to stay sober and watch me the whole time.  He was a good friend for doing that, and a sober sitter is always a bonus for the first time.  If nothing else, it put my mind more at ease.  I did trip alone, however, which was not necessarily the best idea.  It was a lot of fun, and I think part of it was cooler being alone, because it was just like taking a journey within myself that no one else got to be a part of, but I think I could've avoided some of the negative thoughts had I been with an enthusiastic psychonaut.

After about 20 minutes, I began to feel a little funny.  I've never done stimulants, so I assume that it might feel like a mild stimulant buzz.  However, things quickly became really funny.  Now, I had felt some similar effects the first time I tried the bunk acid.  I suspect that the bunk acid was actually real, just very very very weak, but at the time I didn't know if my giddiness was purely a placebo effect or the acid actually starting to kick in.  My roommate took out his video camera and interviewed me a little bit as the effects were coming on, which was a good time.  I was lying on my bed listening to music, and I realized that my depth perception was a little funny.  When I reached up to touch the top bunk, it seemed like the mattress was a lot closer than it looked.  This was quite funny to me.  Then the bunk started to wave a little bit.  It just looked like a flag blowing, although very slowly, in the wind.  At that point I knew the stuff was real, so I buckled up.

The emotions were totally happy at that point.  Most everything was started to wave a tiny bit and I was getting mild tracers.  I described it to my roommate, and he told me to try standing up.  I did, and all of a sudden I realized how messed up I was.  The floor seemed like a mile below my head, and the room spun a little bit.  At that moment I experienced the first of many feelings of 'spatial confusion', as I have taken the liberty to dub it.

I would be standing in the middle of the room, but I would feel like the wall was right behind me.  When I would turn around and realize that I was still in the middle of the room, it felt quite strange.  It's like that feeling you get when someone is behind you or watching you, and then you turn around and no one is there.  Not really unpleasant, just interesting.  We turned off the lights for the first time at this point and the lights from my stereo and whatnot were quite cool.  The light from a power strip in the corner seemed to be shooting out little blips of lasers at me even though it was just a steady red light.

Then I plopped back down on the bed and put in some Radiohead (OK Computer).  The springs holding up the top bunk started to go crazy at this point.  They were made up of interlocking metal rings, and the rings were flying along like on a very fast conveyor belt and changing colors.  After a few minutes of this, two of our friends entered the room.  One of them had tripped before and I asked him to stop by to check on me, but he actually freaked me out by acting his usual, crazy self.  The other friend was a girl, and I wanted her to stay because I was not totally trusting the other two at this point.  She got weirded out because I probably asked in a really creepy way, which kind of put me in a bad mood.  However, they left soon and my roommate and I decided to go for a walk, which was a great decision.

Walking outside on the city streets felt like floating.  It was a mild out of body experience at this point, perhaps 90 minutes into the trip.  When I say out of body experience, I don't mean that I am viewing myself from above or anything, I just mean that I felt completely detached from my body.  My walking was on autopilot, and my consciousness was just floating along with my body.  The city blocks stretched very very far, and traversing a single block felt like many minutes.  My sense of time was almost completely gone.

We went to a pizza place where I was loud and obnoxious, and I kept walking around the room, kind of 'sampling' it, trying to get a feel for how big it was because my sense of space was so fucked.  The floor was made up of large tiles that were mostly blue but had slight tints of different color, and they were moving like crazy.  The darker spots of the tile were dancing like little ants.  After that, we went to rent some movies.  We decided on Pet Sematary (not the best idea) and 2001.  Pet Sematary had scared me as a kid, but I was feeling good and thought it would be fun to push myself a little bit.  I managed to pay for the movies without making an idiot of myself (he has no account at the store), and we headed to the supermarket to get a few more snacks.

My roommate informed me that I was in danger of attracting too much attention when we were in there, so I tried to keep quiet.  I almost died trying to keep in my laughter while we were in line, but then I caught a glimpse of something crazy: my own self in the mirror.  I had read something about this, and let me say, it was quite intense.  My face was expanding and contracting, and although my skin is fairly clear, the few zits that I had on my forehead looked like landmines.  I quickly looked away and decided I'd try it again back in the dorm when it wouldn't matter as much if I freaked.

On the way back to the dorm, we passed this hobo woman that my friends and I find particularly amusing/annoying, and I found this hilarious.  We also passed a friend who originally planned to trip with me.  He was disappointed that I had already done it without him, but I explained it was all I had and he was supportive.  Time to head back to the dorm.

Back in the dorm, things started getting a little too weird.  First, I began thinking about how my girlfriend was really upset about this experiment.  Then, my mind wandered to many other things, like how we will never know anything about the universe. I have been really into philosophy lately, and it had a huge negative impact on my trip.  These thoughts were quite depressing.  I also took my first long gaze into the mirror.  I'm not exagerating when I say it was one of the more memorable experiences of my life.  I saw myself objectively for the first time.  I looked like some sort of rat creature, and I began to grow horns.  This freaked me out quite badly, and I began to explain to my roommate and our close friend who decided to hang out that I was a huge tool.  They assured me I wasn't, but I would hear none of it.

Meanwhile, I noticed that touching my arms, legs, and fingers was quite strange.  My limbs felt extremely skinny and long.  It made me realize how insignificant my body is compared to the world and the universe.  My fingers felt like little pencils.  Also, my nose and eyes felt incredibly tiny when touching them.  Ever since looking in the mirror, I've been having a pretty serious 'out of body' feeling.  I am seeing everything I do as I do it, even though I am still seeing my surroundings normally, as normally as you can on acid, anyway.  It's like I was watching my own actions the way you watch a memory or fantasy play out in your head, although much more detailed and realistic feeling.

The fibers of the carpet swayed to and fro lackadaisically and in perfect unison.  My roommate really wanted to watch Pet Sematary, but I insisted that I was too depressed about seeing myself in the mirror and thinking about the meaninglessness of the universe.  I stayed in that frame of mind for a while, but after a few minutes I relented.  The movie wasn't scary, although I didn't pay that much attention.  Many many memories of my childhood came flooding back to me as we watched, and it was like I relived them in an instant.  After the movie, he kind of drifted off, and things got a little rough.

It had been perhaps 6-7 hours since I dropped, and I was ready for it to be over, but the 'cid had other plans.  I just sat in bed for a couple of hours, which seemed like an eternity, pondering how huge the universe is and how small and meaningless I am.  Every few minutes I would get up and write a page or two in my journal.  I would post the rants here, but I don't want to embarrass myself.  Basically, I just wrote about skepticism and how acid makes me feel like I can't know anything because my perceptions are shattered.  Now, this might seem like a 'bad trip,' but only part of it was bad, and the 'bad' stuff was definitely important stuff to think about.  After what seemed like days of this, I had finally come down enough to close my eyes and attempt sleep.  It came eventually, but it was difficult.

I woke up in a few hours still quite tired but weird feeling and EXTREMELY hungry.  The trip occured last night, and I feel almost back to normal but still a little strange.  The mental effects of the trip are definitely still hanging with me, and I have been quite weirded out all day by the 'ego separation' that occurred.

I am glad I tried it.  It was very very interesting.  My senses were altered less than I was expecting, but my mind was completely destroyed far more than I was prepared for.  Feeling as if my soul was outside my body was quite exhilarating, albeit disturbing.  I probably won't do it again, because even though I have heard of more intense trips, especially visually, I don't think I would learn much more from taking more, because I experienced the 'objective' view, and I have never wanted to take LSD for any reason other than experiencing something crazy and new one time just to see what it was like.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47191

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 8, 2007	Views: 6,285

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LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

I had been awaiting my first psycadelic experience for some time, digesting many many reports documenting bad trips, good trips, spiritual experiences etc. I got as much information on the effects of the drug, dosage, likely reactions and importance of set and setting as I could. I have been a regular marijuana smoker for around 2 years, and have had many experiences with MDMA over about 2 years, a few with nitrous, 2 low dose mushroom trips (threshold effects), 4-5 times on speed and 4-5 times with coke. I would say I am well accustomed to altered states of mind but by no means a seasoned drug user.

I am 18 years old and started getting interested in mind expansion and “opening the door” when I was around 16. Both my parents were heavy drug users in their youth, and my father now only smokes marijuana and considers himself an “acid casualty” and my mother is still an occasional user. My parents have been split since I was around 6 months old, they were never married and I have lived with my father all my life, seeing my mother regularly.

Neither of my parents have ever hidden anything from me or made drugs out to be terrible and evil since I was old enough to ask about it. They simply told me about the possible consequences, pros, cons and such, and left me to make my own mind up. My father was very restricting in the information he would disclose, his barriers immediately going up as soon as I mentioned the subject, but he was still honest with me after I pressed for answers. My mother was very much the opposite, being worried about me falling into the wrong crowds and doing things for all the wrong reasons. As soon as I displayed in interest in drugs and started asking questions with only the vague knowledge that she has been a user, she was very open to talk about them and asked me if I ever got offered them, but I was too young for that to have happened yet. She told me that if I ever wanted to try anything out, to come to her and that she would provide a safe environment and show me what to watch out for. She never encouraged the activity itself, she was just frightened by the prospect of me getting myself into some very uncomfortable, distressing, not to mention dangerous situations possibly with people I don’t know very well offering me things with nobody responsible around.

A few years after her very serious offer had been made, I came to her with a request for my first MDMA experience, and she accepted. The night was a huge success, bringing me a new found appreciation for my fellow human and the world in general. My mother an I developed a very close bond since and have indulged in one or two more MDMA sessions since. I was also eager to try LSD at the time, but she assured me I was not old enough yet and we would save it until I was 18. I was delighted with the opportunity to do this with someone I trust as much as my own mother, knowing that nothing would go wrong and feeling very safe, so I took her advice and postponed the first LSD experience.

2 years later, with my gained maturity, interest and understanding of the world, the cosmos, social mechanics and my mind itself. I felt I was ready for the be all and end all of drug experiences, the eye opener, the yin and the yang. I was very apprehensive the night I got off the train to meet her, we weren’t sure if we would dive straight in on my first night of staying with her so we mused the subject over 2 glasses of wine, catching up and all that. Eventually after flipping a few coins and taking a pill each the conclusion was reached that it was indeed time to fly.

I should probably point out here that my mother has just come off a 10 year hiatus from taking acid, due to an extremely intense and negative experience that left her shell shocked. She will now only take Acid with E, claiming that the E takes away the edge from the Acid leaving her feeling more relaxed and open to the experience, slimming the chance of slipping into the “bad trip” I’d heard so much about. So after considering the alarming prospect of taking 2 such intense drugs at the same time, I decided she knew best, and I’m not really sure whether it was the right decision.

I took the 4 blotters which I think was too much for my first experience, but my mother told me that she considered a full picture to be a normal trip on this particular batch, but I didn’t take into consideration that she is a seasoned LSD user and I have never even felt what it’s like to trip properly. The sun was still up when the effects of the Acid began to take hold. I was in awe by the colour shifting and pattern morphing on everything I was looking at. I could not stop smiling and giggling to myself, wrapped up in a blanket on the floor observing these strange visuals around the room.

I was slightly overwhelmed at the fast come up, as I had read LSD usually takes a long time to work, I felt myself getting higher by the minute, faster than I usually feel MDMA work. Within 1 hour of ingestion I was getting the full kaleidoscope effects very quickly morphing on the ceiling and walls. I was getting concerned of how intense this was going to be when I hit my peak, and this is when the first shadows of fear crept into my mind. I had never felt this before and I was finding it extremely intense. My mother advised we take another pill, trying to keep to 1 pill every 2-3 hours to keep us in a positive mindset.

About the time the second pill kicked in I think I hit the peak of the acid. My memory gets a little hazy at this point. I remember looking out of the windows of the French doors to the back patio and everything looked animated, the colour morphing looked very cartoony, things began to lose their “real world” like qualities and became more solid, fluorescent colours. I also remember at one point sitting the back garden with my field of vision almost totally covered in “red shift” like lines with yellows that appeared to be lingering tracers of one thing I saw, in amongst colourful swirls and morphing patterns, however I only remember this extreme intensity and visual impairment once during the night, shortly after taking the second pill and hitting my peak of the LSD.

Then the sun began to go down. As I sat in the front room watching the sun retreat behind the mountains I felt my happiness being drained out of me like the light from the sky. I did not find the prospect of the dark very frightening or intimidating, it was just that the sun light filled me with joy and brought life and energy to my surroundings. It was all downhill from here.

My memory is a shambles from this point onwards, but I remember becoming very distressed. I think the first thing to set my mind off was that I was very high off 2 good quality pills plus the LSD, I could not keep track of what I was doing in the slightest. My short term memory was a total loss, and this began to scare me at one point. I wondered if someone were to try and conspire against me, play with my head, it would be easy for them to do so, as I wouldn’t be able to remember anything 2 seconds later. I began to make very obscure, silly, negative mind connections about things that were happening.

My mother could see my condition was worsening and was getting concerned about me. At some points during the night I’m SURE that I could hear things she was thinking, which I received in standard speech like ways. The tone and harmonic structure to her voice seemed different also during these moments, very much distant. One of the first instances of this is I was sitting out the back trying to cool down (I get very hot from MDMA) when I heard this distant voice saying “Answer me, please answer me” from hearing that in such a way, and from my dream like state of intoxication, I became immediately convinced that I was having an out of body experience, and my real body was in the lounge lying unconscious, having OD’d. I KNEW that I was going to walk in there and see a paramedic over my body, I was VERY scared for that instant. I shouted to my mother and ran back into the living room just to see her turn around, startled and glad to see I was ok, and all of a sudden I was horribly and terribly confused. I had to just tell myself “I’m tripping, I’m tripping”.

Hearing my mother call out to me happened a few times over the night, whether it was an auditory hallucination or not I don’t know. I’d only hear it when I wasn’t in the room with her and she always seemed distressed, and glad to see me when I did see her after that. After this happened a few times I began making obscure mind connections again and became totally convinced at one point, that in reality I was an 18 year old boy lying in a hospital bed, having been comatose for many years. There was a psychic guide sitting next to my bed, penetrating my psyche as my mother, a huge figure for trust and safety in my life, and this psychic had manipulated my comatose dreaming for this to happen by conditioning my development through my life. It all led up to this one moment where I was meant to regain consciousness and I could hear her calling me from the real world.

I thought that the only way I was able to wake from this coma was through self substantiation. Realising of my own free will that I was in a coma and this world was not real. Only then could I “wake up”. Having to come to terms with the fact that my life up until this point has been a dream, all of my memories are fake is a frightening prospect when sober, needless to say I was in a dark place. I gave a couple of genuine attempts at “waking up” I even attempted to communicate to these “real world” people at one point.

My mother was also running around trying to find me the right CD, it being obvious to her I was not having a good time. She was trying to find that one little thing that can turn a bad trip around, like the right music or a spliff or something but I would not react to her or give any information. She kept repeating “You won’t give me anything that’s yours, you won’t give me input, please give me something YOU want” to which I would reply, “I don’t know”. Again with the silly mind connections, this worsened things for me, I became convinced that part of this sort of ritual process to “wake me up” included a sort of catalyst, some input from me like a particular song and such. At a few points my mother thought I should go inward and maybe I was resisting something, and tried to advise me as such. Of course, I took this in the totally negative way and thought she was trying to force me into an introspective space and that after my inward journey finished, I would awake in the real world. I was simply overcome by fear and would not co-operate or communicate with her so she did not know what was wrong.

Eventually she gave me a valium, to take the trip down a couple of notches. It seemed to work very well. Very soon afterwards all paranoid feeling left me and I was left feeling sort of comfy empty. My memory is also pretty much normal from that point onwards. I know I took another pill at some point during my trip before the valium as my mother thought that might help bring me out of the dark space I was in, but my memory is too hazy.

I’m not sure if taking the E was a good or bad idea. I might have had the same strange mind connections had I not taken the E, in which case the E probably stopped me from going even deeper in that scared, confused state. But at the same time, taking the E was the first thing to begin to make me concerned, as I felt totally helpless with my useless short term memory, which I’m sure the E was largely responsible for. I think maybe the combination of the 2 , and in such high doses, was simply too much for me.

But something I also take into consideration is those strange “panic moments” I sometimes get on E, I think may seriously contributed to my negative experience. Sometimes on E I have had these weird little moments not too un similar to the obscure mind connection is experienced in this occasion where something will be said by someone in the room, and this one little thing like a slightly serious expression on their face or a short silence in the room afterwards will give me the impression that something seriously, seriously bad has just happened, and I have a little moment of extreme panic, before it goes away again. I have also had strange hallucinations on E that happen rarely but even on E they are always strange and make me feel uncomfortable. I think that these things happening to me while on Acid took me to a very dark place whereas on E, I can forget about them in 2 seconds.

I would like to try acid on it’s own on my next trip, regardless of what my mother advises, everyone reacts differently to drugs, and I think candyflipping may just not be for me, or I think at least a lower dose of both drugs especially the E.

Thanks for reading.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 52777

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 9, 2007	Views: 66,940

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LSD (2), MDMA (3), Pharms - Diazepam (115) : First Times (2), Families (41), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 Cocaine

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   154 lb

I just got out of school and me and a friend walked over to his house and smoked about 3 bowls. I was droppin acid that afternoon when I got home, I had bought 4 hits earlier in the week. The only other hallucinagen I have done was shrooms. When I got home some other friends that were each takin 2 hits came over. I dropped my 4 and went and played guitar and waited for it to take effect.

After about 20 or 30 minutes I felt restless and got up and started walking around. I felt really energized and everything seemed kinda wierd. I went on the computer and listened to some Jimi. I was listening to Castles in the Sand, this blew my mind. I had never liked Jimi alot, but when I was listening to it, his voice was so beautiful. The whole song kinda disappeared, and all I could hear was his voice, and his guitar. After sitting there like this, I noticed that some people were playing on my guitar amp in the other room, this causes the wall in between the rooms to shake. I had my feet on the wall, I could hear them playing but all I heard was noise, no notes or anything. I was still listening to Jimi, then the noise blended in, and the noise sounded like a space ship taking off, then my legs began shaking even more. This was really wierd, but I enjoyed it alot.

After this I walked around for a little bit, talked to people, I was the only one feeling the effects right now. I went back on the computer, my friend was in there, he had his legs crossed and was shaking his foot. This movement then moved onto the whole desk that the computer was on. The whole fixture was shaking back and forth violently, it didn’t disturb me because I was still clear headed. After about 20 min we left to go to Mcdonald’s and go in the play pen.

This really fucked me up, all the different sounds were coming together. I didn’t know what was going on anymore really. I just sat there for like 30 minutes and thought about stuff, stared off, the bricks in the ground were moving, not alot though. Then a friend reminded me to go into the playpen and me and the 2 other people tripping went through the 'adventure' alone. The colorful tubes, the sound being changed, and not knowing where I was going. I had no clue what was going on. We got to a big chamber and I could stand up, I looked around and I forgot were I was for a second. Then I went down the slide, which was better described as feeling like being sucked out of the slide.

This is when everything got out of control. I had no clue what started it but I began to panic, I wasn’t in reality at all. I had slipped into my own world, I went into my room alone, which might not have been a good idea. While I was sitting there, I started seeing patterns, nothing big really. Then everything began to echo. I heard a voice, the voice was my thoughts, but I heard it. Then I heard whispering in my room, no one was in there and I had no clue why I heard it. I went into a loop of thinking that I had takin to much, that I was going to go insane for the next 5 hours, this pretty much did happen.

My friend came and picked me up, we were driving around, it was a beautiful night, but all I was thinking about is what was going to happen to me. The two people in the front seat were talking. I couldn’t hold up a conversation because I would forget what I said 5 seconds after I said it. We went to my friends house, I went into his bathroom right away. I look at myself, I wasn’t really seeing anything, but I felt the need to get out of my clothes. I took off my shirt and shoes. I went out of the bathroom and I was asking anyone I saw for a pencil and paper to write down my thoughts. I felt that if I could write out my thoughts, maybe the voice I was hearing would shut up.

Then I felt the need to hear music, my friend had a computer with music on it, but I needed to have a cd player or mp3 player, I kept asking everyone for one. Then I realized I had paper in my hand, and wondered why I had it. Then I remembered I was gonna write on it, but I had thrown the pen somewhere. I left my friends house with them in just pants, socks, and a undershirt. I left my shoes and shirt at his house. When we were driving around, they decided to fuck with me for a bit, and they called out my name and when I looked at them, they were moving their mouths around alot, but not making any noise. I just stared at them for a minute, I was hearing them say things. Then they started moving my window up and down. Now all I remember is that I was staring at the moon and how beautiful it looked, they said I was talking to the window. I apparently said 'Hi' to the window.

I went back to my house and thought about the wierdest things for the next 2 hours, which seemed like 2 days. I felt as if I was being pushed into a wierd position by some outside force. This was a very strange feeling, I didn’t know why it was happening. I was trying to think about comforting things, but they would leave my mind after 5 seconds. Then I began to think that maybe I should forgot about caring about myself and start thinking about how I could help mankind in general. I associated words, or people, with just the beginning of the word or name. Then I forgot what each letter was for, and thought of another name. This went on for 30 minutes. When my friends came over, my girlfriend called. This is what ended my mind fuck, I felt an overwhelming feeling of relief, as if everything was ok now, I spent the next hour sitting there and staring at stuff, trying to trip again.

Later that night, I did cocaine for my first time too, we also smoked some primo. When the effects of the weed and coke kicked in, I wasn’t high. I just began to trip again. I felt like I was being pulled out of body. I would stare at something for a minute, and my head would become disconnected from my body and whatever I was staring at was a different world. There was a doorway, then someone sitting in a chair, and a t.v. I viewed this as three worlds, and whenever I stared at one, I was pulled toward it, as if it had a gravitational pull.

The next morning when I woke up, I was completely fine, I felt great. The effects of the acid had worn off completely and I could remember most of the day before. I didn’t have a very great trip, but I decided that I still liked it in the end.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 31705

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 19, 2007	Views: 10,443

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), First Times (2), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Pharms - Lithium
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Pharmaceuticals
		 (daily)

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

		   T+ 0:30
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I had come across a bit of acid in my hometown and my birthday was a few months away so I snatched some before it was gone about two months prior.  I had tried it a few times.... maybe 10 or so trips within a month and a half or so.  Maybe a bit excessive looking back on it.  Anyway, my birthday came and went and I decided to hang with a friend the weekend after my birthday.

Me and him were tripping this fine day in April and my fiance decided not to.  It was a beautiful day out and we decided to start indoors and go outside once things got 'colorful'.  I took 2.5 hits of blotter, and he had 2 hits.

My medications include lithium and methimazole which is a Thyroid pill for hyperthyroidism.  I already hallucinate and hear things due to my mental illness which is either Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or Schizoaffective Disorder.  However when I trip I'm able to escape the mental prison of voices that I have for at least a day which is great relief to me.  I should also mention that I've had many Research Chemical experiences and I think that played into today.

Back to the trip, I had taken as many as 8 of this batch with wonderful results about a month prior.  I took a month break from tripping to have no tolerance for my birthday experience.  I've always wanted a life changing experience, but on my own terms and I now know why these experiences come when I least expect them because they change me.

Ok, 30 min. to an hour is when it kicked in good.  Visuals were good, and we had started toking on a bowl 30 min. after taking the LSD.  At the one hour mark things had started to get crazy, especially after the bowl.  I wanted to go outside so I got up to go get my shoes.  As I was walking I thought I had stood up to fast because all of a sudden everything turned white and sound was so distorted and slowed down I thought I was passing out.  So my first instinct was to drop to the ground to minimize injury.  Every time I stood up past this point, that is what happened.

T+1:15:

I was lying out on the floor.  I couldn't get up or move.  Something was wrong.  I could no longer see anyone or anything.  I could not hear anyone or anything.  I was literally gone.  This must've been a level 6!!!  Quickly things went from bad, to really really bad.  I started to lose consciousness, which didn't make sense.  I felt if I lost consciousness I was then dead because I can't overdose off of 2.5 hits, besides I tried 8 about a month prior.  The two people with me didn't know what to do.  I told my girl to call an ambulance because losing consciousness didn't seem right to me and if I was going to be bad off I wanted to be in the hospital where I felt safe and my family could be called to see me in the event of death.

I haven't mentioned the visuals because that's all anybody ever talks about.  The visuals were more intense than salvia, I was literally in another world, seeing, touching, feeling another world.  I mostly saw me and my fiancé a lot, with little pot leafs floating in the background this was my picture of life and next was death.

At this point I couldn't talk.  All I could do was spit out a bunch of jargon that made no sense.  I would cut to words in half and combine them to make new words.  The paramedics couldn't get any necessary info out of me other than, 'How many did you take?'  I said 2 or 3 and they flat out called me a liar and said 'You mean 6,7,8, 10!?! You didn't take 2 to get like this pal!!!'

They couldn't believe what they were seeing.  At this point I thought I was on the edge of death, I kept going in and out of consciousness and it effected my trip each time.  I lost track of time because I couldn't see the world around me.  And then in the hospital I lay there, in my own world.  And I heard the Dr. say, 'It's too late, we've lost him.'  They start disconnecting the lines attached to me.  I begin to cry out my last words to my family and my girl, as I hold her hand... but I can't see anything that's really going on or hear anything that's going on.  And then I saw death, it was total and complete nothingness.  No conscious thought, no feeling, no nothing.  And then I proceeded to stop breathing as I went through death.

During this time where I stopped breathing, it was brief, I made it to heaven and God gave me requirements in order to get my life back.  I was denied and then I was sent back to my body which was then discarded in a dump or where ever they keep masses of dead people.  And that's where any final thought dissipated.

At this point my fiancé must've realized I wasn't breathing, I woke up to 'You're going to make it!'  This came out of the nurse holding my left hand and my girl was on my right.  I woke up to find all kinds of lines attached to me, and monitoring equipment.  I asked how long I was gone for..... my ER report showed I had been there for five and a half hours plus the half hour at home made for a 6 hour experience on the deep end.

It was a complete life altering experience, I'm 25 years old and the thought of never having kids really sucked.  I saw everything I'd miss out on.  I saw my funeral, and everyone who attended.  I've never experienced anything this intense and I've eaten 16 hits before.  When I was 18-19 years old, I liked LSD over everything and it was abundant.

The one reason I sent this in was because me and another friend had some bad times... his on ecstasy.  But we both had one thing in common, we each used 2C's frequently for a 6 month period prior to both of us landing in the hospital.  I almost didn't come back, he almost died from bleeding in the brain.  I don't think the LSD was the main factor in such a profound trip, I think the 2C's set the stage, mostly 2CI.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53162

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 19, 2007	Views: 22,090

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LSD (2), Pharms - Lithium (91) : Alone (16), Entities / Beings (37), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

About me:

I'm 20 now, was 17 at the time of this (my first) acid trip. I became interested in LSD long ago and researched it extensively long before ever trying it. After I first tried it, I probably had a dozen more experiences with it shortly thereafter and it was all very, very fun. :) I've never smoked (anything), and I maybe drink twice a year (casually, of course), and I'm very successful in my career. It's been probably 2 years since I've even seen LSD, but honestly I would do it again given the opportunity. Implementing this component into my life was an amazing thing, unfortunately as you might already know it's something you can't adequately describe with words or pictures--there's a lot more to it than that, it's a lot more complex than you might think.

A bit more than a year ago my desire to try and implement a liquid state into my normal configuration became a near obsession. Knowing the people I know it wasn't a big deal to get everything I needed to set it up. Myself and a couple friends, my GF and some others that I wasn't too close to, decided on a good day for all of us (Thursday it happened to be, I took the day off--now forever known as LSD-thursday), everybody met at my house and we all rode to my favorite eating establishment in my home town at about 14:00. They know me by name, they know what I want, fast, nice people, et cetera.

We ate our sugar cubes on the way (it was only a short drive), arrived, ordered, started to eat and then all of the sudden, about half way through our meal, there was a certain energy around the table. Maybe it was because 5 of us were sitting around a relatively small table, maybe it was something else, either way I wasn't hungry anymore and I felt a certain chill over my body. At the same time I began to feel a certain peace with everybody, I got really happy and couldn't stop smiling--this was a common theme around the table. As happy as we were smiling and joking we decided our stomachs couldn't take any more because the hunger had left us. We cleaned off our table and headed for my GF's house.

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

It was a 30 minute drive into the country, way out there. I hardly remember at all, except how good I felt. Upon arrival we all went into her house and sat down for a moment, it felt very good, everything had a new energy to it, everything seemed almost alive. Looking at a blank wall was so much more entertaining than it normally was for some reason. Colors were more vibrant, textures felt so much more unique and special--I felt as though I appreciated everything around me a lot more. The house got old quick because it was too dark, and the light felt good, it was very stimulating so we all went outside.

I layed down on the grass and it felt so good. BTW, I'm not normally somebody who likes light, esp. the sun, I'm a cloudy day kinda person. The grass felt good and the sky seemed so perfect, blue with some puffy white clouds. I looked at the horizon, which was absolutely beatiful, and I felt as though I could take one step and step over it, and the sky seemed close enough that I could touch it. But LSD makes me like a child--I have no attention span to speak of. Strangely enough, I could stare at a blank wall for an entire day, but I can't do the same activity for even 5 minutes, does that make sense?

It seemed like much time had passed, but probably only a couple minutes really; we all decided to go up to the 'crack'. The crack is this beautiful area despite the name. There is a natural waterfall and nice stream with in a ravene, it's a perfect 'post card' type of location, something you see in movies. It's difficult to explain how much more I appreciate this sort of thing after having recently implemented a liquid state into my regular configuration. Looking in the water was an amazing thing, the colors, the rainbow, seeing a reflection of myself. My GF and I ran around for a while because of the infinite energy that had entered us earlier; that, and there was lots of things to look at around the area.

We all tired of that and decided to head back to town (my place) and figure out something to do there. On the way back there was this large black monster (it looked like some sort of a serpent!) chasing our vehicle down the mountain. These are very rocky dirt roads used by the forestry service. After about 5 minutes of trying to figure out what the monster wanted it eventually turned into a logging truck, a rather scary one, but nontheless a logging truck. That was interesting.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, we picked up another friend at my GF's house to joined our adventure. We ended up going to another woodsy-type area in the other direction (~45 minutes away), in two vehicles. My GF and I (and the new person) rode in my GF's truck, me and her in the back. That was an adventure while driving 90mph and getting to experience the world at high speed from the bed of a truck. We got there in no time and after stepping out the road took an interesting turn, or an 'un-turn'. I kept looking down the road and it kept trying to straighten itself out (there was a bend in the road), and the road had all sorts of interesting moving colors in the imperfections of the road. I couldn't get the road to completely straighten out, or to not keep trying to straighten out so I decided to go visit the water (there was also a stream there).

On the way I found a tree with some moss on it, magical moss that was changing colors in a very beatiful way--quite entertaining to watch. More events past and probably ~1hr of time, and we decided to head back to my place. On the way back I saw all the hucklebarries I could eat, and I was fixated. I reached for them (while traveling at highway speeds) and the driver stopped the truck and I quickly hopped out and grabbed a branch--I was now very content. I ate my berries and watched the world fly by while I had this warm-but-cold feeling inside, and lots of energy. Not energy that makes me grind my teeth, or makes me shake like when I have lots of caffiene, but just unlimited energy at will.

We got back to my apartment, put on some music (techno of course--seemed to fit the mood), and by this time it seemed to be getting dark. All kinds of interesting colors revealed themselves in the shadows. After a short amount of time we all realized how much more entertaining it would be for those dancing in my living room to have glow sticks. We went off on a quick run to the local party shop and purshaced all their glow sticks. The party shop had nifty lights and stuff that were all very pleasing to the eye, with lots of flashy colors. Afterwards we went back to my place, watching the quick fluid movements of the light-wands they wielded was very entertaining. At one point or another somebody put a glowstick right in front of my eye and I started drooling, the light felt so good, there was so much sensation from it. My room was lit only by my monitor and a blacklight. That helped too. It made the neon colors really stand out, lots of eye candy.

Somewhere around there one or two of the people had to do other things so they split. Not long afterwards we went down to the river and played frisby. It was dark at this time so we cut open some glow sticks and put the goo on the frisby so we would see it, that not only made it bright, it had the side effect of littering the ground with glowing dots, and making us glow because it got all over us. We sat in front of the river and contemplated jumping in for a bit. After the glow wore off we went to get something to eat. It was actually like 23:00, it had been 7 hours since anybody had eaten, and we still weren't really hungry, but it feels good to chew on things so we went to a resturaunt that was open late, ordered some food, took a special interest in the moving pattern on the table. Starred at it until our food got there, ate, starred at the floor, then we decided to end the night, so they brought me home and they went home. I spent a couple hours staring at the neato looking changing colors on my ceiling and eventually fell asleep.

I apologize for not being able to explain/express so many wonderfull and unique aspects of the day, I'm really not doing it justice. In retrospect that was one of the best days of my entire life. It's the kind of thing you never forget and wish you could do again. The first time is definitely the best time, but don't get me wrong, it's very fun all the times following!. :)

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 16017

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 6, 2007	Views: 9,121

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   240 lb

Let me start off with basics about myself,

Gender, Male

Weight, 240 lb

Height, 6'1

Age, 17 (DOB 89')

No current medication(s) that could possibly interact with substances ingested.

Previously used Substances - Cannabis (daily), LSD (several times), LSA (twice), MDMA (over a 100 times), Heroin (period of depression for me, 20 or so times), Cocaine (not sure, on and off with addiction), DMT (twice), and Opium (countless times, usually mixed with cannabis when around)

Recently inquiring to a friend of mine, T, he notified me that some tabs have found there way around where I live on the east coast. This is rare around here recently. I have used LSD several times before, about 2-3 years ago it was in ready supply around here (east coast of US). Jumping on this chance, I drive up to my friends house and grab a 10-strip of tabs from my friend T. I only planned to eat one but one of my friends who wanted a tab bailed on me, so I ended up ingesting two. My friend T told me his dealer told him they were 100 ug each but, as we all know, this is probably not true, and just an estimate.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

T+40: Driving back to my friend M’s house to relax, I can definitely feel and sense a difference in my pattern of thoughts and the way things feel. Lights glow on the road, much brighter than before. As stupid as I am, I have driven on many substances, and I was driving through out the entire night with no problems, but I am experienced. This is still not a good idea and everyone reacts differently to different substances please be careful.

T+45: Arriving back to my friend M’s house, everyone has dropped at least 1 or 2 tabs of this acid. We can all definitely feel it coming on, and we are all taking turns playing Xbox 360 playing Tom Clancy Rainbow 6 Las Vegas. I start to notice slight visual distortions during the game and a faint visual of a fractal pattern, at the time it reminded me of the Golden Spiral, on my friends face. This makes me excited because I know it’s starting to kick in and I’m still coming up.

T+1:12: The videogame has become too much and I can’t understand it anymore. I remember the controls, but my mind doesn’t want to understand it or play the game anymore. I sit back while everyone else plays it and gets to the same point. Eventually the game is turned off.

T+1:30- The group goes outside M’s house to smoke cigarettes, I’m the only one who doesn’t smoke cigs, but I light up a bowl after everyone finished, and 3 friends match me. Cannabis definitely enhances and sets off the LSD. Everyone said it kicked in way more and that their senses were overwhelming. A couple of my friends said they had to sit down. The sun had already gone down and we were kind of disappointed about it, but then we immediately had a realization that the moment we were in was just as beautiful as well. I remember sitting outside, and thinking about living in the ‘now’ and enjoying everything that we have, and how lucky and fortunate we are.

My thoughts are full of ancient Greek and Roman times, how they used to live and how far we have come from then, our similarities and differences and what we have borrowed from them and etc. I have an interest in Greek and Latin, and studied both for a couple of years, but when I thought about it outside, and I was discussing it with my friends, we completely got into it and we were focused, it was almost like a Socratic seminar, where we all took turns talking and posed questions and gained further insight. Strange how acid works like that, my group of friends are usually happy with cracking dumb innuendos and puns, and now that we dropped acid, we are all talking and gaining deeper insight about our history, about our civilization and ourselves. Strange...

T+2:00- M’s little brother stops by with his girlfriend and his friend. They are all clearly drunk, and we help him out of his car. This freaked out a couple of the girls who dropped acid, thinking about the horrible things that could of happened if he was to get into an accident. Once he’s inside, we took his keys away and I gave him some of my grass to make him content. My thought was, who would want to drive anywhere when you’ve got your girlfriend, drunk, house alone, and some grass?

T+2:30- We need more green. It’s about 9:30 (I remember looking at the clock when I got in the car). I call my friend P and drive to the next town with my friend T to grab about two zips of green. No particular thoughts stand out in my mind about this moment- no great insight. Still- General euphoria, laughing and giggling. T and I talk of memories and great things to come, and how much we both care for each other and how we're good friends. I put on Fantomas (first cd, forget the title?), which proves to be too harsh and crazy for my friend T so I end up with the usual Boards of Canada.

T+3:10 – I meet up with my friends at a convenience store, M’s parents have come home and kicked everyone out, and took all of M’s beer (two 40 racks) away. This causes negative vibes when I arrive at the convenience store. There are about 10 kids tripping off LSD, a couple arguing about loosing money on the beer, a couple spacing out, some giggling. We all look ridiculous and I know it, but I don’t care at the moment. I tell everyone to hop into my car and thiers, as M has his own truck and we go off to my friend J’s house to smoke more green.

T+3:35?- We all quietly sneak down stairs to not piss off J’s parents and go into his heated garage, I remember counting 13 kids now. The setting is calm and comfortable which makes it much easier on everyone as we are all comfortable around everyone. I do not remember or recall at all how much grass we smoked but it was large amount. I think we smoked 4 blunts and at least 6-7 bowls, and a couple of joints. We were all incredibly ripped and twisted. Everyone was smoking cigarettes and all we could do was say stupid statements. I remember my friend T saying “So we’re going down, and uhm, so the beach is cold- but who’s driving this damn bus?” I could understand that he was trying to say 3 things at once but they all came out and got jumbled. Everyone was either studdering or at least, paused and had difficultly articulating their thought process. T just laughed and I understood him when he tried to speak. We proceed to head to a beach near by J’s house, about a 2 min walk down the street, after the garage got too filled with cannabis and cigarette smoke.

T+4:00-4:10?- We arrive at the beach only to realize there is a couple there, no one can even tell if they’re real or not (it’s a bit foggy), some of my friends in the group yell at them and ask stupid questions like “Are you real? Are you both girls or guys? Or both?!” The couple is obviously real and understands that we’re on something. I feel like I have to explain to them what’s going on and apologize but when I go up to explain everything the kid just stares at me blankly and walks away mumbling to his girlfriend “Stupid fucking hippies and their drugs.” Which makes me sad, not upset as I’d usually be, cause it made me think that he had no idea what LSD can do for some people, or drugs in general. It set off a train of thoughts and insights on people and ignorance.

We all sit around and look at the stars, and watch the water ebb and flow. I forget and don't care about the couple anymore, thinking it wasn't important, that in time, all things change, and people will realize what we see someday. It amazes us and we all talk about different insightful things. I feel a slight tinge of enlightenment when I realize- or rather feel this sense of, being able to look at things in a very large manner, seeing how everything fits together. I feel like I can connect with everyone, and be one with them. We all sit in silence for a little bit and feel out this great vibe.

T+5:00- it’s about 12:00, and I arrive at T’s house to chill out for the night, the rest of the group either has other places they want to go, or decide that they want to be alone with their spouse, as everyone was there with their girlfriends, besides me, she was out of town at the time with her family. I sit on the couch and write poems and play music (bass guitar), while T and his girlfriend experience psychedelic sex, which is one of the best ways (At least, for me, I’d say.)

At this point I’ve only had minor visuals, melting- ebb and flowing visuals. Distortion of proportions and brightness of lights and such, since I have used LSD before I know that being in the dark greatly enhances the vividness of the visuals. I put on Tool’s Lateralus as my soundtrack, and turn off the lights. I smoke a joint and invite T and his girlfriend A out to smoke but they refuse saying they don’t need any more. As I lay on T’s couch, I stare at his ceiling and see fractals, they are not extremely vivid, but still much more vivid than before. I enjoy this very much, and I proceed to stare at his ceiling for about an hour and a half, enjoy the subconscious, and metaphysical geometrical shapes. The most notable one that I saw again was the Phi (golden ratio) spiral. I saw it, and it came closer, growing ever closer, and finally encompassing my view. I closed my eyes and it stayed there, I just simply enjoyed it and let it flow through me. I felt universal energy.

I flipped open my eyes. I had the sudden realization and reaction to lay on T’s roof. 'This is the first time we’ve had great weather, it’s 65 outside.' I remember thinking to myself. I rush to the window and I remember being so incredibly happy, I grab a pillow and thick blanket. The roof is right by one of the windows, and I can lay right on it, it’s flat. I sit for a very long, long time, just rolling joints, smoking them and thinking about the universe. I am very into philosophy, metaphysics and other subjects that are not very “down-to-earth” I guess you could say. I am not sure how to describe it. I will talk about insights I remember at the end of the report.

T+8:00- I go back inside, and roll another joint, making tea to sooth my extreme cotton mouth. My friend T and his girlfriend A are watching TV which I suggest is a terrible idea, but they do it anyways and watch some mindless infomercial for a long time. I go into the other bedroom and enjoy my tea, putting on more music to block out the mindless chatter of the infomerical. I put on The Grateful Dead, Axomoxoa? I finish my joint and put the roach in my chillum for later. I lay in bed, very tired at this point, thinking about the night and how long it’s been, and all the things I’ve done. Visuals are still present and I contemplate smoking more grass to chill me out but I decide I have to just stay away till I can sleep, the Acid won’t let me. It’s about three in the morning, and I don’t fall asleep for, what feels like forever, but I think about an hour I finally slip into a dreamless sleep.

T+15 hours- I wake up at 10:30 the next morning, getting about 6 or so hours of sleep. I am exhausted as all hell and take an Excedrin to sooth my headache. I drink juice. I can still feel my LSD slowly moving energy around my body. I smoke a joint and my chillum pack, call up my buddies and say happy 4/20. The entire crew that took acid the night before goes to T’s house to celebrate the holiday. After we all smoke, we realize that smoking activates what little left of our trip was there. We all notice this and talk about it, not really minding it. It is a beautiful day, we spend the day outside smoking and have a big cookout, but 4/20 is a different story though.

Insights through out the trip,

The idea of dualism- How things need to return back to one, and will always fight to go back there. All things try to become equal and that is the way of the universe. We are only trying to go back to the one- God. Which I realize, is us. We are all part of God, we all want to have equality in our life, even if we’re greedy or generous. We’re simply filling in the parts of ourselves that make us happy- and feel whole. Love does this. Love binds all. I look at the stars and realize- we are stars. We are from stars, we are all part of this one, beautiful giant chaos. We should be happy for what we have and enjoy every moment of our lives, what is there to waste? I contemplate these thoughts and my other thoughts over and over again after the trip. I have more thoughts, but this report is quite long as it is.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 62438

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 29, 2007	Views: 6,446

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