		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

		 2 tablets
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

So New Years rolls around and a good friend of mine and I head out to a party.  It was a bunch of kids just back from college, just like us, and we were all getting drunk together.  My friend had told me earlier that he planned on tripping that night.  He asked if I wanted to and said he would just let me have it for free.  So at first I declined.  We start drinking some more and smoke a few bowls of some good chronic.  So I start really thinking that ive always wanted to just experiment with acid(lsd) and I may never get a chance like this again.  So ask my friend if the offer is still up and he tells me it is.  So he is pretty stoked now that im gonna trip with him and some of his friends.

So we decide to leave the party and go to a much more chill enviroment.  We head back to his house and prepare for our adventure.  There was four of us, 3 guys and one girl.  One of the guys was my best friend and another one of his best friends.  There was also this girl there that was a good friend of theirs.  For the most part I only really knew one of the guys.  So it was going to be interesting tripping with people ive never really hung out with before.  So back on to the LSD part.  Anyways we all take our amount and I happened to take about 2 hits of this fractal colored blotter lsd.  I stick it on the gum right underneath my tounge and prepare for a adventure.

Before I go on id like to state that I had read about LSD before ingesting it and I saw no negative consequences for myself other than short-term.  So about 45 minutes into my trip I begin to 'notice things' things took on a dimension of their own and everything started to feel like it was building up for something big.  We watched some Mr.Bean for about 15 minutes and that really didn't put me in the mood or make me trip harder.  So we thought it was a good idea to turn some music on from my buddy's laptop.  We put on a bunch of random music such as Incubus and some classical rock.  We layed with the lights dimly lit and layed in the living room just tripping out.  I was having a blast.  There was no feeling of some sweeping panic I usually get when im on shrooms.  I felt like one with my enviroment.

I started to look at the TV which was off at the time.  I noticed patterns that were reflecting off it were bent into odd forms.  Then things started to really change.  I started realizing that the light reflections were moving and sort of swaying and this totally tripped me out.  I was loving every second of it.  Then I started seeing little colors in the corner of the room out of the corner of my eye.  Then the next song came on.  It was by Incubus and if my memory serves me correctly it was a certain shade of green.  When it came on the song was so intense I could just not handle it and so couldn't everyone else.  It also seemed instant when everyone was like turn that shit off! We had gone from some chill ass music to some crazy guitar riffs and it totally changed the mood.

My good friend then sort of started to have a little bit of bad trip.  It was mostly because of his friend who was defintaley having a bad trip.  I felt sorry for them because I was having a blast and so was the girl.  I tried talking to them to calm them down and it didn't work.  So I backed off and went to my own little world again.  We all decided it was time to smoke a bowl and went out back.  The neighbours were having their New Years Eve party at the time also.  I would assume this was around 1AM.  While in the backyard smoking I saw some crazed ass things.  First of all, every single one of my friend's faces was a black mush I couldn't define what they looked like.  Eventually my eyes adjusted to the darkness.  I looked at my best friend and became totally tripped out when he talked to me and his face almost seemed to take the figure of a snake face and have his tounge slither out.  Now I did not see a ACTUAL snake face that seemed life like.  It was almost as if it was a shadowy snake face and his eyes looked crazy.  I specfically remember telling myself, holy shit he looks like a god damn snake!  This scared the hell out of me.  So we go back inside and everything is chill again.

My friend then decides he wants to go upstairs and watch Wizard of Oz with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon played to it.  He is sort of freaking out but not having a bad trip I would say.  He is paranoid because the house we are tripping at was the house he was currently watching for family.  So he got a little paranoid and thought the neighbor was going to come over and wonder what the fuck was going on.  I asked him why he thought this.  He said cause the neighbor has been taking care of the dog.  I said to him, 'who the fuck is going to think as soon as they come into the backyard that those people inside are tripping acid?' he didn't quite like that and just wanted us to go upstairs.  This was at like 3-4 in the morning.  So to please him I went upstairs and started tripping out on Pink Floyd and wizard of oz.  My friend sat down stairs in the kitchen in the dark for no reason.   I still to this day have no clue what he was doing down there.  I would check on him from time to time and he would just sit at the table and stare at the ground.

Well back to my trip.  I remember sitting there staring at the LCD screen when it was at a certain angle and I was able to make out what seemed like thousands of little mushroom men marching then a little amount of what seemed like blood trickled down on them as they marched.  I started to feel akward and adjusted the movie to where I could watch it.  It was on the part when Dorothy wakes up and its back in black and white and she is in Kansas again.  I get tripped out by this cause it looks so frickin cool!  It just looked so sleak and 3D.  So eventually we all start tripping out on something like the walls and lay upstairs for another good 2 or 3 hours.  Id say about after 7-8 hours into our trip we received what would be called a little 'normalcy' but were still tripped out by things.  I took the LSD around 11PM and was still gently tripping around 9AM the next morning.  I couldn't go to sleep till about 2-3 that afternoon and even then certain colors and objects still seemed colorful(more than normal) and vivid.

In my opinion LSD is a awesome substance if used properly in the right conditions.  Its been 4 months since that trip and I haven't used LSD again.  I will maybe never use it again.  I may use it once more when im a old man.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 32291

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 23, 2019	Views: 763

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Music Discussion (22), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   131 lb

The night of the experience was a day after my last exam.

Had been mentally preparing myself the week of, by not studying and doing whatever I felt like, and trying to have fun.

The trip I took was COMPLETLY ALONE. And EVERYTHING that I didn't want to happen HAPPENED. Of course, it was unbelievably fun.

Day started at my old friends memorial, as she had died 3 months earlier. Blue was sky, green was grass. Went over to my friends house, ''P'''. Now, P hadn't taken anything that night as I had seen him, though later took things I'm still unaware of. Mushrooms and whatnot.

Before I met P, I took one dosage of lsd, then got on the bus, and went to his house. When I got there, we walked around, and I took another. Didn't feel anything for an hour. Then I started to walk to to stores, as seeing I was hungry. I would wind up down on hills when the path to the stores was clearly on the sidewalk. The stones started getting metallic, and change shape and move around. The road would flow along, like a river. When I reached the store, a large grocery store, I bought some pepsi, and couldn't control my laughter. Everyone would look at me. I walked back, and onto this old, unused overhead crossing thing, and sat in the middle of it, above to moving traffic, and it would slowly bounce up and down, moving me along with it. Can't remember much to the point where I got on the bus. Everything was pixilated and vibrant with colour and love. People would talk to me, and I wouldnt hear them. I had to reply to the expression on their face.

Through a whole bus ride of huge pupils and laughing, I got off, and walked home. EVERYTHING would move, change colour, and melt and distort, twist, warp, ETC.

I got home, and my sister was getting drunk and listening to some strange pesi commercial techno music.

Scared the shit out of me, and I went downstairs to my room.

The lsd made everything do something. Or very holographic.

One of the main focuses of my trip was the spectrum of music, colour, and emotion. The guitar is an example of the musical spectrum. The holiness of white light, mirrors, and everything. My posters would be sucked into a planes engine, or would make use of its overall surroundings.

I had like, as I count, 15 different peaks, all diverse from eachother.

Some were bad, like slugs crawling around my feet.

I'd turn the light off, and listen to music with windowlight shining in, and I felt hypnotized and seeing things follwing the beat and rhythm of the music.

I, or you, will feel insane and psychotic.

And think unbelievable things.

My friend, P, was this galactic magnum, that had force to do much, and take any shape or form. Which generally is metaphorically true, because he knows how to deal with a lot, and uses strange comedic characters to see peoples reactions and figure them out.

The BAD parts of my trip, were total agony.

Uncontrolable thoughts.

I'd listen to music, and as spiders were crawling out of my chair, these HYPNOTIC trances would wave through me. Showing me traumus, and then mutilating, but the most powerful mind absorbed elevating thoughts.

I saw everything.

And my eyes started hurting.

EVERYTHING IS ELEGANT, AND THERE IS NO RESISTING IT.

And pot makes the peaks a lot more fun, and brings back the peaks after.

Too much fun to be conceived.

But, buyer beware, I didn't get to bed until 7 a.m.

ITs fun, but powerful.

Mutilation is also a bad way to cross. My friend had given me a razor to administer the lsd, I didn't use it, but it unwound in my pocket, and stabbed my hand twice, and I didn't feel a thing.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53770

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 2, 2020	Views: 774

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 drop
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

About 2 months ago I took LSD for the first time in my life.  It was dropped onto a sugar cube for intake.  The LSD experience itself is not what I am writing about because I had a great time while on LSD, no bad tripping, smoked a lot of cannabis with friends and have a blast.

It was after the LSD wore off that thing started getting bad.  I typically smoked 3-5 grams of cannabis per day before taking the LSD, but after I was smoking constantly, nearly an OZ a day, without eating or sleeping for a week.  I was in a constant state of disillusion and paranoia having no gripe on reality.  My dad came over to check on me because my brothers said I had been acting weird.  My memory of what transpired isn't all there, but he told me I acted normal for about 30 minutes then became acting completely bizarre.  I remember handing out my front window and yelling at neighbors.  I broke an expensive marijuana pipe in front of my dad, then helped him flush all my cannabis down the toilet.

My dad took me to his house at this point, I don't remember how we got there, I just remember arriving.  When I got there I acted normal for a bit of time before completely going off the deep end and attacking my father and step father.  At which point the police were called and they got an ambulance to take me to the hospital.  I spent the next week and a half in a mental institution I was forced to sign into or they would have court ordered me in.  This whole experience leading me to become committed was very disturbing to me because it was like watching a movie from the inside of my body, I had no control over my thoughts, feelings, or actions.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 75386

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 2, 2020	Views: 1,095

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Sleep Deprivation (140), Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Various (28), Post Trip Problems (8), Hangover / Days After (46), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


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

		   T+ 1:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

A Very Nice First Time

Ok, here's my story.....

After considering trying lsd for quite some time and researching it online until I felt ready, a good opportunity came up, so naturally I took it. I contacted an old friend, we'll call him Big J.  Before I bought it he told me that it was really weak stuff, so I bought 2 hits, put me out 20 bucks, but I needed it fast and I didn't know when the next opportunity would arise.

Since I normally have a very low tolerance to psychoactives (I can get fucked off 1-2 bowls of weed if I smoke it properly) I was very careful when taking it, I didn't want to get too fucked too fast, it was only my first time, so I took the first hit at about 8:50, then I waited, at about the 45 min mark, I definately felt different, I felt very light and almost giddy, but much different then weed giddy. It felt like every object had its own gravity and was pulling me in every different direction.  At about the hour and a half mark, I felt like I wasn't high enough yet, so I took the second hit, then a bit later in a much more acid induced state I drank a lot of juice and then ate an orange.

At the peak of the trip I was feeling very good, it was the cleanest feeling high I had ever felt, I wasn't burdened by the weight that seems to come with THC and alcohol.

it was the cleanest feeling high I had ever felt, I wasn't burdened by the weight that seems to come with THC and alcohol.

 I didn't have any very intense visuals, the most noticable being my friends dog all of a sudden having bright green eyes, at first I thought it was light reflecting in them, but I noticed that if I moved around it didn't change, I was really enjoying this until she snapped at a passing fly and scared the bejeesus out of me, then she snapped at it again, so left the room wanting to avoid a bad trip, later on I came back and fed the dog some pizza to make myself realize it was ok.

Another interesting aspect was that I was 'feeling' things I saw, for example, if something moved fairly fast, I felt a surge of energy run through all my limbs, with made the fighting scenes in the Matrix very fun.  Also, whenever I closed my eyes I had a suble vision of an eye with a dilating pupil staring at me, I had this every time I blinked until the lsd wore off, eventually it became expected and almost natural. One time I closed my eyes for a bit to see where it went, it went somewhere, I can't remember it exactly, but I do remember it turning ito a flower with long woman legs with high heels on at one point in the visual.

All in all, despite the low potency of the acid, it turned out to be good first trip, something to get me used to the feeling without the more intense parts of acid.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 17127

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 13, 2020	Views: 656

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


		 DOSE:

		 15 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Mirtazapine
		 (daily)

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I had tripped numerous times before, at doses ranging from 50 to 200 ug. I was in love with acid, taking it about every three to twelve weeks. My experiences were almost completely positive and life-affirming. After the initial weirdness of coming down I had always felt more integrated in life, more motivated and curious to learn and interact with people.

About two weeks before the event I had started taking 15 mg of mirtazapine daily.

About two weeks before the event I had started taking 15 mg of mirtazapine daily.

 Taking acid in this situation was probably a serious mistake. I had been somewhat depressed for at least six months, but I had absolutely no conscious intention of committing suicide.

My last couple of trips had been slightly underwhelming and I was craving for a stronger experience, something I could really call a breakthrough. So, being free of all obligations for two days and having woken after a night of good sleep, I decided to take four tabs. My boyfriend B took the same dose.

The come up was slightly dizzying. My thoughts started going into places and directions that don't exist when sober. I sat on the balcony, accompanied only by an orange, an easel and paints.  I remember picturing about our (mine and the orange's) common ancestry and wondering whether we had succeeded in the game of evolution. The orange looked wrinkly and imperfect, from which I reasoned that I must be a low-ranked individual within my species, and the stronger alpha humans had picked the prettier oranges. I was still aware of myself and took these thoughts with a grain of salt and was amused by their oddity.

T + 2-3 hours. No visuals worth mentioning showed up, and the paints didn't inspire me, so I gave up on the idea and returned inside. B and I used a couple of capsules of nitrous, which deepened the trip. We decided to have sex to ease the feeling of otherness. We didn't speak. I slowly got more and more disconnected from myself, my personality and conscious mind. We stopped to get a drink of water. B spilled some on the bed and started freaking out, saying the damage would cost millions to repair. I was confused, the panic was contagious. Glancing at the window, I saw glimpses of helicopters in the sky. Suddenly my brain was one-track and allowed no interruptions. The first thing that came into my head was the thought I accepted as gospel truth, and the normal background analysis - thinking about thinking - was gone.

I forgot who I was and that I had taken acid. All I knew was that I was in big fucking trouble. They, with a capital T, were after me and if they caught me my life was effectively over. This crushing feeling of what-have-I-done dominated my consciousness. I kept trying to look for signs that this was a dream and I would soon wake up from the nightmare.

The apartment was no longer a safe place. The fact that there were knifes in the kitchen drawers terrified me. Neither could I trust B - he seemed to have turned into a dangerous and unpredictable stranger. I fled into the stairway (naked of course). B and I exchanged some words for a moment - he kept repeating how much this all was going to cost and how much his family and ancestors (?) would be shamed.

T + 5 hours (judging by the time the ambulance arrived). Despaired, I started ascending the stairs. I climbed to the roof and jumped. I crashed on concrete after falling about 65 feet.

I survived the fall but spent nearly three months hospitalized.  I went in looking for spiritual rebirth but got a physical one instead: I had to re-learn almost everything. Sitting upright, controlling bodily functions, finally walking. I wanted a life-changing experience and got more than I asked for.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 107347

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Jan 13, 2020	Views: 2,006

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Combinations (3), Depression (15), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 1B-LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

It wasn't until this summer, the summer after my freshman year of college, that I experienced a psychedelic drug.  I am very experienced with marijuana and cocaine, and I had taken ecstasy once.  I had tripped on DXM (Coricidin Cough &amp; Cold) twice before, with the first time being a pleasant little ride and the second being an insane but awesome trip.  But the idea of psychoactive drugs and psychonauts fascinates me, so I wanted something more.

A friend obtained 2 hits of acid for me.  I knew I was finally in the right stage of my life to take it and not lose my mind, so I decided that I had to do it soon, otherwise I probably wouldn't do it.  So I went to her house one Thursday night, took 2 hits, and told her I'd see her (in a mental sense) later.  I was the only one on any kind of drug.

It wasn't long at all before I felt a slight buzz.  I started to get a little confused.  My friend (we'll call her R) turned off all the lights and put in the movie 'Across the Universe.'  The movie is tripped out by itself, but under the influence was the most beautiful and fascinating thing I had ever seen.  I didn't watch all of it intently, because I was also busy clawing at the carpet and having pleasant conversation with R and chain smoking cigarettes, but I saw beautiful colors spilling out of the TV screen onto the carpet, like paint spilling out of a can.

Then I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling.  This incredible and indescribable buzz rolled through me in waves like orgasms over and over again.  I could not stop smiling.  I felt like I was healing myself of all the emotional trauma I had ever been through.

I could not stop smiling.  I felt like I was healing myself of all the emotional trauma I had ever been through.

  R asked me what I was thinking, and I told her I was having a chat with Timothy Leary.

I looked at a coat rack covered with purses, and the purses turned into wax dripping onto the floor.  A tapestry of elephants hanging on the wall started flowing in the nonexistent breeze, and the tribal elephants started dancing around in circles.  They were happy little elephants.

I sat up to light another cigarette.  By this time, the room was completely dark except for a lit candle.  I fumbled for my lighter in the dark and flicked the switch, and a spark left this incredible glowing trail in the darkness.  I kept flicking on my lighter over and over again before lighting my cigarette, and then waving the cigarette around to see the trailing light of the burning end.

R left the room for a moment to go get a snack and a beer.  I saw a stuffed sock monkey laying on the floor, and it totally creeped me out, so I quit looking at it.  I then fumbled for my cell phone laying on the floor.  The glowing buttons were swaying all over the place and it took me forever to find the number of a radio station which I thought would let me speak with Timothy Leary.  Go figure.  The phone rang and rang into a dark and endless abyss, and I knew he was probably tripping balls over on the Other Side.

So I said, out loud, 'thank you, Timothy Leary' (as you can see, I am fascinated with him) and at the very moment his name came out of my mouth, a gnat started buzzing by my ear.  Then I stared at the ceiling, and I was suddenly inside a glowing neon blue line that was smaller than a needle.  But I was inside it.  I turned my head to the right and saw a wall of glowing neon green, and that was The Known.  I slowly turned my head to the left and saw a wall of glowing neon yellow, which was The Unknown.  I jumped out of the blue line and buried myself in it, swirling and dancing in The Other Side.

R came back and I got up to use the restroom.  Walking was pretty difficult, but not impossible.  I used the restroom and washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.  I suddenly felt every speck of dirty and dust and germ on my body.  Blemishes and pores on my face looked grotesque, and my pupils were overtaking my entire eyes.  I looked creepy as hell, and I knew that if I looked at myself any longer, I would freak out, so I left and laid back down on the floor.

The rest of the time (I have no recollection of how many hours this all took place) was spent of me laying on floor, smoking cigs, talking to R, and pondering life and existence and thinking of some of the most mind boggling things imaginable, but I cannot remember them now.  I remembered memories from childhood.  I walked down hallways with millions of sparkling crystal chandeliers.  I eventually fell asleep around 9 AM, about 9 hours after I had taken the acid, and I had really pleasant dreams.  I woke up about 2 hours later, feeling like I had traveled eternity that night.

The experience is something I still think about quite often.  I did travel to grand places.  I know nothing can top this first experience, but I cannot wait to try it again.

Thank you, Timothy Leary.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 73720

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Jan 16, 2020	Views: 704

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:00
		 90 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Mindset &amp; setting:

2 very close friends I had already had MDMA with, 3 other friends, who each had some different substance experience, but not this exact one I think. We had the whole cold winter day layed out for staying indoors, and had quite carefully decided and prepared for a candy flip (substances ready, water, chewing gum, rules of conduct, music playlists). Everybody seemed relaxed, looking forward to it and curious. We have a good breakfast around 9 am.

Trip:

So we start taking LSD papercuts at noon.

Onset LSD:

after 20 minutes we are all a bit giddy, start walking around, talking stupid shit and having fun with it, one guy who‘s walking around nonstop mentions a sort of visual blur, one guy is amazed at how much he feels like doing gymnastics. I mostly feel a bit more activated and air-headed, and pretty amused.

Time passes by very slowly, yet we make it past an hour and add the MDMA. And we have quite the trouble with it, as our fine-motoric skills have started going down. I have been taking a few notes, for the last 10 minutes under quite some effort.

Enter onset MDMA:

The mood gets more exciting and more relaxed (hard to describe), our focus shifts from just looking at stuff more to music. I like dancing so I get into that a bit too. Everything starts to look and as if its dancing itself. I am too distracted to keep track of time or take notes anymore.

Interaction and peak:

So I start tripping heavy, first I get a blur too, as if everything was a bit pixelated and made out of red, green, and yellow components like on TV screens, moving my hand creates an afterimage. Then I get vivid hallucinations of colorful fractal geometry flashing into the actual view of my friends moving around in a dim room and finally cuddling and beginning to lay down.

But it seems something is working differently for me than the others. Beyond this point I get suspicious and don‘t like the sensation of my ego crumbling. The whole world becomes my introspection playground and my friends turn into embodiments of my subconscious having a chat with each other and me

my friends turn into embodiments of my subconscious having a chat with each other and me

 (and what the fuck are these embodiments doing and saying? How is this supposed to be me?).

At a certain drug interaction peak, after overcoming quite some doubts actually I do believe every trip is some sort of conspiracy:

Potential bad trip warning:

##Everyone interested in tripping is a „lost child“ of some sorts, and all trip sessions are just small instances of a bigger plan to help them „overcome their weaknesses“ and choose their path, of course this time I happened to be the „chosen one“, the center of the spiral of which the others appear to be both pawns and instigators.

So in my mind there were only 2 ways this could end: either me „becoming one“ with the others, engaging in what seemed like mind-numbing druggy hedonism and degeneracy, embracing the good, the bad, not caring anymore and finally losing myself completely (Is this hell itself?) - or standing up against it, struggling for the barrier between me and the world, good and bad, and „facing my problems head on“.

I did the latter, both because I was scared and genuinely felt it was the right thing to do. But it was a tough fight (one friend mentioned the next day that I must have been tripping hard as I stood there shaking back and forth as if to decide whether to drop into their human pool or not). I think I managed to mumble a few motivational sentences like „We‘re all gonna make it out of it“ and before giving in I even got everybody to get up and disperse a little instead of drowning in a heap of flesh. I felt victorious for a moment, but I also had a lingering gloomy mood the whole trip because I couldn‘t „come out of the closet“ or really let everything go and become one, and according to myself made the trip worse for everybody###

So that scared me off a bit from the cuddly effects of MDMA, and has me keep to myself and dancing more than the others (which 2 of them notice during the afternoon), but after a while I have calmed down and join in the „love drug“ of endless rotation of bodies

after a while I have calmed down and join in the „love drug“ of endless rotation of bodies

, sometimes splitting into groups of  2 or 3 (working way better imo). I also take off my glasses (2,5 diopters).

After I can only estimate 2 hours the MDMA mellows and LSD becomes more prominent in terms of visuals. I lie and sit around a lot with my eyes closed bobbing and swinging my head. I now enjoy this music playing a lot, and can see all sorts of patterns moving.

Cooldown:

After hours of laying, sometimes walking around, and vibing out, our minds begin to clear up a bit, one guy goes to barf twice in the course of the evening, everyone goes to take a never-ending piss. My focus shifts to visuals again, everything is pixely, especially things I couldn't see sharp without my glasses, and I cannot tell details of many things. I try drinking juice+water instead of water, but this is still too much for me.

Afterglow:

At around 8 pm, they start watching a movie, but I am still kind of too much in the trip zone to concentrate on a movie. Rather than that, my hunger returns, so I have a glass of milk+water and a snack, after another 40 minutes I am then capable of sitting down and watching along, but I need sunglasses as the bright screen is hurting my eyes.

Effects of both substances wear down gradually. Only when I close my eyes I still see slight visuals (even 2 days after).

I go to sleep like midnight. I have some troubles falling asleep, but the next morning I feel comparably refreshed. Sleep quality was alright, can‘t recall any dreams.

Takeaways:

Interesting combination, it‘s helpful to stay cool and be prepared, I am curious about LSD on its own.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113980

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Jan 20, 2020	Views: 2,981

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I tripped on acid on a saturday night with my boyfriend, another couple and a friend of ours whose boyfriend was babysitting us.

So we got into my friends car with our friend, J and took it at 1 AM, after which we drove to the beach.  We all sat around talking on a blanket in front of the water and said we weren't sure if it was kicking it but something seemed 'different' which is when K and I began feeling energized, while Z said he felt nauseous.  While Z was laying on the blanket, K and I did cartwheels and ran down the beach laughing and commenting on how we felt like we were regaining our childhood.

Before we felt it really kick in, J's boyfriend came and decided to babysit us, so that J could trip too.

After the nausea passed, Z suggested we do this thing his uncle suggested where we stare at the headlights of a car and then look at the sky.. Upon which, it looked like the trees and sky were on fire... The headlights really set off my visuals..  At first I kept seeing the sunrise over and over upon itself on the horizons of different cities around the world.. And then I was seeing ufo's breaking through the clouds, the stars were turning blue, yellow and red and taking turns dropping into the ocean, and then I kept seeing little eiffel towers with peace signs behind them in the sky.

Z and I had amazing conversation all night... K and I had fun doing cartwheels and running around with glowsticks. C thought he was Dionyssus, the god that brings fire from the gods to man ('Think about it man, I brought you acid! I bring you fire!').. And for awhile K kept proclaiming that she was Aphrodite. Which is when she looked at me deadserious and goes 'I want to be a drug addict. I never want to be sober again!' and ran off like a madman with her pink glowstick. For awhile, I really thought she was Glenda the Good Witch and kept telling her so.

There were a couple times when I sat on the beach, letting the water wash over me and I thought I was going to melt into it, and all of existence and eternity. Talk about Zen moments where I am one with the universe.  I feel like that often, especially at the beach at night, but not that intensely.

Then we sat quietly and watched the sun come up talking about various introspective, philosophical things, after which the orangy moss was turning pink for me the longer I starred at it.. And while that happened I kept seeing cities and angels in the clouds and kept thinking a chariot was going to fly across the sun... Then Z and I went on an adventure, exploring and climbing over rocks and coral.

After that, the 5 of us went to get breakfast, still tripping somewhat, just laughing our asses off at everything... Then we went through a car wash, blaring 'Daytripper' (The Beatles have it right man.) and singing Beatles songs the whole way home.

Overall, it was a great trip.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 54587

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 22, 2020	Views: 663

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Guides / Sitters (39), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 1:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 1:15
		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

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

		   T+ 7:00
		 125 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   225 lb

I had been planning this day, in multiple ways, on and off for the last month. It was the second day of a 3-day festival in the pacific northwest, and known to be the day for ingestion of psychedelics.

T-0130: My fiancee and I woke up, we were staying in a friends place only a block away from this festival, and prepared ourselves using our usual morning routine, which involves lazing about and checking e-mail.

T-0100: A (my fiancee) and I wander over and into the festival, and get in line for the free meal of the day, and subsequently, eat the meal.

T:0000: After a brief discussion and assesment of our moods (everything is A-Ok and ready for take-off), we each take two hits of blotter acid reportedly from San Francisco. At this point, I had vague apprehensions about the trip, as while I have a fairly lengthy history with an assortment of psychedelics, in all of those times, it'd never been at a Festival.

At this point, we puttered around the place, ran into friends, and passed the time. My usual pre-trip jitters were in full swing, but nothing worrisome (i.e., no nausea).

T+0100: We run into a particularly close friend who wanted to smoke, so we loaded up chillum and passed that around. Soon after we parted ways, and A and I found some comfortable roots under a tree and broke out the whippets and cracker.

At this point, the effects of the LSD were hardly being felt, if being felt at all, but there were close to the point of being readily recognizable.

T+0115: The whippets changed everything. Their audio distortion lasted far longer than usual and was far more varied. At this point it started raining, and while it wasn't distressing, we knew we didn't want to stay out in the rain and get soaked this early in the day. The trip had begun to take hold in a far more tangible manner, but we were still a good way off from the peak.

T+0130: We made our way back to our friend's apartment. Along the way we ran into a vaque acquaintance who claimed to have 'eaten 100 hits of acid in the last 24 hours.' A and I nodded and told them that was nice, and then continued walking. When we got to the apartment we started laughing and talked at length about how unjoyable that amount of acid sounds, how it seems more likely to be doing acid for the sake of being a revolutionary-visionary more than anything else, etc. Our conversation winded through our usual topics of narration and meta-narration until we decided to put on music.

One of our favorite games we play when we trip is to put A's iPod on shuffle and each take one of the headphones, and just let conversation flow about whatever the music is or inspired our thoughts, etc. Eventually a Fats Dominoe track comes up, and I grab my friend's (who was at the festival at this point) bass and start playing along. After the song ends we decide its time for a change of locales, so we go to my friend's secluded porch.

T+0200: Out on the porch, the trip changed considerably. Nature was appearant in her full glory, with the emerald green of the grass being contrasted with the grey of the rain and coulds, with dark brown trees growing and shifting everywhere. Needless to say, watching nature is always peaceful during a trip and makes for a good breather.

We lit our cigarettes, and started talking, while we loaded up the crackers and began the second round of whippets. We did 2 each again, and their effects were even more noticable then previously, and the audio distortion lasted longer, coming and going for the next eight hours. We postulated that all our brains needed is the knowledge of how something effects it to replicate it, especially when tripping.

After the mental slowing of the nitrous wore off (+2m?), I got the bass back out while A picked up a banjo. After a foray into the wonderful world of tuning through harmonics, we began to jam. Now, A doesn't play banjo or bass, but damn, it was fun. We ended up playing non-stop for the better part of an hour, at various points just drumming on the banjo and talking over the beat, or scraping the strings to produce ethereal noises, etc. The instruments became our toys, and it was fun.

T+300: The acid is in full effect now, and while less visually stimulating than usual, has the headtrip and just general trippiness that acid possesses. E, the friend who lives in the apartment we were staying at this weekend, showed up, and seeing our states, decided to dose himself and his roomate, L, on some of his private stash of reportedly 500 microgram blotter, one hit each for them. The four of us smoked a bowl, and A and I moved back inside.

We ended up getting on a computer and drawing messages to each other using MSPaint. I ended up writing on one something along the lines of 'Attention Attention, this is a PSA, the mothership has landed.' A took over the computer and drew 'A + B', and I added in a '= C' which we pondered for a while until we decided to keep our eyes open for this mystical C, whatever form it may take.

T+0400:

Now that the sun has come out, we head back to the festival with E and L, taking A's dog along with us (we brought the dog with us to the apartment). When we reach the edge, E and L go off to meet with a few friends and come up in their own way, and A and I end up taking the dog around while we walk over to a burritostand.

Initally things are ok, just weird, but soon bad vibrations begin to creep in on all fronts. A and I both pick up on this, as we walk by people whose brains, at 5:30 in the afternoon, are already completely fried, and more people like the aforementioned acid-hero who are just beyond words or, if talking, completely creepy.

Eventually we run into one of A's friends, one who has been traveling for the last six months. The dog takes this stop in walking as a great time to take a shit. A, being unprepared for this, goes off to find a plastic baggie, while I talk with A's friend. She's drunk, and begins making random busy talk with me. At this point, the dog, completely unuse to the number of people around, the food and beverage spilled everywhere, begins to strain frantically on the leash. A's friend begins to comment on how this is a terrible dog who is completely misbehaved, but I just nod a long and stare off into space. A returns, cleans up the shit, and listens to her friends berating for awhile, before she excuses us, and we leave.

A's friend's criticisms didn't stop our trip at all, but just made A mad until the problem was talked about. We decided the dog was fine, and completely within her right to freak out in such a setting, especially as she was a 4 month old puppy at the time.

We eventually make it to the burrito stand, and get a burrito each. This really brings everything back down to earth, and we take the dog back to the apartment and eat our burritos listening to quiet music. We're still tripping hard, but we feel like we're over the hump.

T+0500: E and L show back up, and they tell us we *need* to go see the sunset with them. We agree that it's a good idea, and end up amassing a large group of close friends who trudge up to a pair of west facing bleachers and we watch the sun and a couple of bowls between the 8 of us. At this point, the events of the day are winding down while the events of the night are being prepared for, so their was a large lull across the lands. A, E, L and I made for a picnic table, and established it as our base camp. We had a long psychedelic conversation and smoked cigarettes for a long while. We see other friends, and generally just enjoy the dusk.

T+0700: A and I decide it's time to take the MDMA. We both pop our capsules, and go return to the picnic table. Everyone decides its time to get moving again, so we all make our separate ways.

T+0745: A and I are sitting in a dark room filled with glow paint and UV lightning and decide to use our last two whippets. The whippets produced the most spectacular trails I've ever experienced, and A commented that 'she understands why ravers like glow sticks so much'. We left the dark room and went to the amphitheater that had been set up for a glow-stick performance. This is an annual tradition at the festival, where a group of people would attach a suit of glowsticks to themselves and go through a play with prerecorded audio. We watched for five minutes, and enjoyed what we saw, but got bored and restless from standing in a very cold field, and wandered back to the dark room and ran into a friend and had yet another psychedelic conversation. The MDMA was really beginning to kick in at about +0800, and our conversation became filled with empathy.

+0900

The glowstick performance is over, and we catch the end of it where a mass of helium filled balloons are let off from the middle of the audience and glow sticks are thrown through the air. The feeling of jubilation that radiates out of the audience is more enjoyable than the visual spectacle that is being created. The audience moves enmasse to another part of the festival, where a countdown from 100 is started. At 0, every cheers, and is showered with inflatable balls. Everyone begins to throw these balls up in the air, and a similar feeling is created, but even more intense as the only reason the balls are able to maintain their popcorn flight paths is because of the participation of the audience.

+0930

We're getting physically exhausted, and make our way back to E's and L's apartment. They arrive just after us, and slowly, a long string of our friends wanders through, including one of my closest friends, S. Everyone begins to smoke pot in earnest, while S and I go out to the porch to smoke a cigarette. He has taken shrooms earlier in the day, but we ended up talking for awhile before his cell rang and he had to go to meet his girlfriend.

When he left he said I'm sorry I can stay more, and then we both started telling each other how glad we are to know each other and we both ended up with tears in our eyes. Psychedelics always play with my emotions heavily like that, but never so intense is the MDMA and LSD combination proved to be.

The rest of the evening was quiet and filled with cigarettes and the Life Aquatic until A and I passed out in the early hours of dawn, at roughly T+1500.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53476

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 26, 2020	Views: 730

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


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

		   T+ 0:00
		 3 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 1:15

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 2:10

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 3:20

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   198 lb

Note: Driving while under the influence is VERY unsafe, and I do not advise anyone to try it.

I started my evening with two of my trustworthy friends with the usual evening by smoking about two bowls of cannabis to calm the nervousness of my second phycadelic expierence, my first one was awful and the closest I've ever been to death.

T: 0:00

My friend N split the three tabs. I put my tab on my tounge, tasteless, which gave my two good friends the okay to put theirs on their tounge. We sat for about 40 minutes before we had to leave our safe place, consumed about 3 bowls of cannabis during this sitting.

T: 20:00

I'm sitting in my safe place, which is a very odd spot, one of the most elevated spots in the county I live in, and I start to feel this overcoming feeling of someone else being in my head, I'm very unsure of this certain presence I feel.

 I start to feel this overcoming feeling of someone else being in my head, I'm very unsure of this certain presence I feel.

 He seems kind of like an odd individual talking to me in my thoughts. Kind of playing tricks with my head.

T:35:00

My friend N tells me to turn the headlights on our car on, so I did. Being in the spot we were in, it was the middle of the night, and with the headlights on you could literally see the clouds we were in. I looked at the sky, and I began to see nothing but a sky filled with very large clam shells to my discription. I oddly feel this presence in my head tricking me again, with the constant dangerous, very paranoid feeling.

T: 0:45

My friends and I left our safe place, knowing our next destination was another safe place. About a mile or two down the road, my friend C asked if we could possibly stop at the closest open store, so we stop at the local dollar store. He tells us he will probably be a second, sick. As he goes in, my friend N and I are sitting in our car, and we start to discuss how we were feeling. He tells me he has a certain presence in his head too. I then describe the presence in my head as a wizard playing mind games. He describes his as a joker. Before my friend C made it back to the car, my friend N had already gotten out of our car, feeling like he was going to vomit, but being in public he didn't.

T: 55:00

My friends and I were cruising talking, joking around as usual. My friend N said something that made me feel a little frustrated, so as usual, I let out a really high pitch scream. We get to the end of the road we were on, conversation stopped, since I had screamed like I did I had been feeling this joker back in my head, and really fucking with me this time. I told my friend N that something was wrong, he said I know, you screamed as we were passing the cemetery back there. We still had about 8 more miles until we reached our safe place.

T: 1:15

We reached our safe place, as we were sitting there outside in the woods, I leave my lights on. As I'm packing a bowl of high grade cannabis, I start to lose feeling in my fingertips and the little buds start to feel like cotton balls. We start to smoke, and I literally do not get any kind of high off of this cannabis. Very very very odd. And I start to feel him back again. I soon come to realization that this presence in fact is a joker of some sort, and he has a very hefty bag of tricks to play with me tonight.

T:  1:45

We decide to take a trip down to the closest river access to us, one of the most unique ones where the Indians back in the 1940's lived. I grew up very close to an older lady that used to live 50 feet from the river when she was younger and I heard many many stories about the place. I have Choctaw and Cherokee Indian in my blood, so keep this in mind.

T: 2:00

We enter the gravel road leading to the river. I see an owl, in a tree on the left side of the road. This owl is staring at me, and I barely catch him in my field of vision as we pass. About 1/4 mile down the gravel we nearly hit a fully white rabbit crossing the road.

2:10

Smoking another bowl of cannabis that none of us will feel but we still smoke because we want to reach some high, if at all possible. I sat there thinking in my own head for a good minute, freaking out over thoughts that this joker is playing in my head and had been since 20 minutes after I placed the tab on my tongue. My friend N gets my attention to ask me how I'm feeling, this time I felt he was in deep concern. I told him I felt like someone was in my head really making me worry about the small things that shouldn't matter, also the welfare of my loved ones. He then asks me to describe all I can of this wizard or joker playing his bag of tricks.  I discribed him as a figure who can't be figured out because he hides his identity quite well. When I relax and close my eyes for a second, I see him as an individual who wears a cape, probably holding a cloak of some sort, and he knows his mind games quite well. My friend C replied to me and says that he feels a presence quite similar, but possibly more of a demonic individual in his head. My friend N freaks out, looking at the two of us, and tells us both in all seriousness and mentions that he'd been feeling an overcoming feeling as if it was a demonic figure in his head too, but it had only been happening since I screamed while passing the cemetery.

T: 3:00

Leaving the river access I felt this overcoming presence of a lost loved one, my grandfather (who was a son of a leader of a Cherokee Indian tribe in 1938). I felt like this bag of tricks was being thrown at me by my grandfather who was a very abusive, cruel man.

3:20

We arrived at our safe place. Began smoking a few bowls of wasted cannabis. I began feeling this awful feeling of worry that I need to be at my house, checking on my loved ones I had been worrying about, but I stayed a little while because I did not want to drive in public while tripping in fear of the first time I tried that. I closed my eyes for a second, slipping into almost a vivid dream state of mind, I visit this presence that has been taking over my mind in person, he is a man with a red mask, he calls himself the joker, he appears a weak minded man with a very impulsive mindset, one to break an individuals barriers in their head between imagination and reality. He seems very real, and before I leave my nearly one minute visit with this man, he does not forget to remind me that he will always be here.

T: 4:00

I dropped my friend C off at his house,

and I was dropping my friend N off back at his truck as we were departing for our trip home. I start to worry about my friend N and his attempt to depart home while possibly still tripping. I feel like this horrible presence I brought into our trip could potentially harm him. I do not want to leave him, but I had to at some point. Very very stomach aching feeling at this point, worrying more and more every second..

T: 4:20

I'm on the interstate on my way home, and the lights on 18-wheelers seem to mess with my eyes. As I make it closer to the town I have to cross through to my route home, I worry about my friend N more and more. I feel as if I'm being watched this entire time, not sure by who or what. Paranoia.

T: 4:50

I make it to my home, call my friend N, he made it home safe. I lay in my bed, the overcoming feeling of the presence is gone but he is still fiddle farting with my racing mind. My folks were very upset when I arrive home but I made my straight shot to my room to avoid interaction. I jotted down some pointless things on a piece of paper to help clear my head.

T: 5:00

I enter my living room where my grandmother's boyfriend was sitting, he asked why I was in so late, and began yelling at me. As he was yelling at me, I felt like I was going to pass out smooth on the floor. I was still tripping on LSD, and this angry man was yelling in my face. I told him that I could not talk to him, I do not feel good and I paced to my room.

T: 5:45

I find myself laying in my bed. I feel a little better, finally coming back from my trip so I decided to relax, and I finally fell asleep after about 3 hours of thinking and writing.

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

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110577

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Feb 11, 2020	Views: 696

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Combinations (3), Entities / Beings (37), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 7 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

Acid Test

Having had a lot of experience with LSD, including large doses. I decided to test a drop of liquid that a friend had recently required. I've taken seven drops of liquid before and having had experience of different bottles I thought I would be ok for the ride.

I took the drop and sat back to relax at my friends house, there was some Ketamine going and I took a line as I was a bout to come up. About 10 mins in I went to the toilet and the white walls already had full-on fractal patterns moving across them. I just realized that I had consumed an extremely large dose of a bottle that definitely need watering down!

I proceeded to leave my friends house and stagger across town to a pub where we were meeting friends. I used to stay in my house when tripping, unless I was somewhere safe like the countryside. I think this was a mistake walking around a city ski hi. Anyway getting to the noisy pub was rather unpleasant, my mind was making it's own speech out of all the different conversations and It started making it's own voices. People kept talking to me and I couldn't make out what they where saying.

I was still riding it at this stage, when it was suddenly closing time, I knew this was a bad sign as it seemed I had only just got there, I should have been leveling out yet I was still coming up. I left the pub and my friend got all heavy on me, he warned me that I was heading for a bad trip and that he had been where I had (not a very nice thing to say although to be fair I was so out of it I might have imagined him saying it.

I went onto the party and things got from bad to worse, I started walking home convinced that I was going to die. A close friend walked me back and I honestly thought he was Satan. This is odd as I am not christian, anyway I seriously thought I was Christ walking through the desert with my friend was satan trying to trick me. I got home and walked into my house, it was dark and I new that when I goto my room I was going to die. I ran out onto the street screaming and my friend came back. I thought everything he asked me was a test to see if I would goto heaven or hell. It was like I was trapped inside a maze within my mind with every thought relating to my bad trip and eternal damnation.

By this stage the sun had come back up, I went for a walk and noticed that the moon was still in the ski. I finally had a realization that reality was not the dichotomy of good and evil as in my bad trip and that I simply existed like the moon in the ski. I had managed to break through of the loop in which my thoughts had been running and relax once again into the universe.

In a way I think I learnt more about myself from my one bad trip than all my pleasurable things. In a quest for knowledge it's important to accept that some of the best lessons aren't easy to swallow.

Hey at least I can say I was a Liquid Acid Guineia pig

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 45346

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 15, 2020	Views: 1,028

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

Well this story started with my fascination with hallucinogens back in high school. I always read about this stuff in health class, and thought ' hey it'll be just like a video game, or TV' .wrong. Back then I backyard wrestled, and the name Drake came up. My persona Drake was a bad guy. simple. plain. to the point. Any ways I wasn't in the greatest of spirits, girlfriend dumped me, lost my job, yadda. So I heard about the acid, and thought why not? I did a lot of studying, mostly online, and purchased 2 hits from a friends friend.

I thought I should have someone to watch me that night in case of bad trippiness. I took both hits at 6:30 and waited. My friend and I were watching Harry Potter (I thought this would work well due to the rated PG ness) I waited to well over 9:30 PM, and nothing had happened. I was confused. I said, ' aw screw it, just bring me home.' I thought I had been screwed out of the night. I borrowed 'interview with a vampire' from him and was dropped off home. As soon as I walked into my room I knew something was wrong. The walls looked funny, like they were breathing. I dismissed it as quickly as I saw it, and put in the video. The movie drew me in so well that I couldn't see the edges of the TV. Everything felt like it was real, 3 D, like I was looking through a window. The introspectiveness of the movie got to me, and I had started thinking about everything that had happened in my life. It was like I had watched it like I watched the movie, through a window. My body split into two. I was stuck watching myself fighting my wrestling ego 'Drake'. My heart raced, and I became all sweaty.It wasn't till then I realized that the movie was over...and this was a long movie. I think something like 2- 2 1/2 hours? At that point, shaken by what I had seen, I walked downstairs to use the bathroom. Everything looked fine till I looked at myself in the mirror. It is kind of hard to explain what I saw. First off the mirror looked like a pool of water. The center of the water was repeatedly rippling to the outside. However within all the choppiness I saw Drake staring at me smiling. He knew I was weak, that I still was upset over the girlfriend dumping me, still upset over my lost job. I ignored him and went back upstairs. Now I cannot describe any visuals I may have had the due to the lights being off. This trip was 100% introspective. I tried falling asleep, but could not. Eventually like I had not just watched the movie, I put the Damn thing back in. Over the course of the movie I hated myself. I hated Drake, and Drake had taken over. I was squirming back and forth wanting to kill Drake...scratching myself, and biting myself. It was bad. Then once again realized the movie was over. It was now 6 in the morning. I tried going to sleep again, and nothing worked. I was now pissed. I was tired, pissed at myself, and had work that day. The sun rose and I looked outside. It was beautiful. I sat there for a half an hour watching it. I tried to atone for all the bad things in life, hoping it would get rid of Drake. That didn't work. He knew it.

There was no sleep that day... and I went into work. Close friends knew there was something wrong, and I told them that I didn't get any sleep. No one knew that from then till now I have been fighting with an alter ego. However on a good note, I have heard about obtaining more acid. With the next trip planned in mind, I plan to kill the ego of 'Drake'. I have studied and have been practicing on meditation, and I plan to fix myself. Although it was obviously such a difficult experience, I don't think LSD is bad. It had shown me something that I needed to see. Now the cause is now the cure, so I hope. I'm sure there will be an update.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 67943

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 18, 2020	Views: 892

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 insufflated
		 Cocaine
		 (powder / crystals)

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This was my second time doing LSD. We went up to a cabin that my friends had on a lake to do molly and coke with whatever we had. A couple of my friends left to go pick up the drugs it was my buddy I and his gf.

We started talking about LSD cause I had just tripped (200ug) for my first time a month prior (keep in mind my first time doing LSD I took half a bar of xanax so I wouldn't have a bad trip). I was talking about how amazing it was. My friend then says hey I got some tabs in my wallet that I don't think I'm going to do want them? The stupid person I was I said hell yeah thinking it would go as good as my first trip (boy was I wrong) so I took them 10 mins later.

Our friends came back with coke and molly. I did a line of coke thinking fuck it I'll be good. About 30mins later I started tripping it was pretty chill just staring at the ceiling of the cabin. My friends give me some banter not a big deal used to just them giving me a hard time and fucking around. Then it was time for us to leave prob like 3am at this point. So I get in the car in the back seat I can't see the road which I think was the main problem for this bad trip. We are out in the middle of nowhere it's raining the driver had like a drink or two which gave me anxiety. [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!] Mixed with everything else I remember time slowing down in my head I had thought we crashed into a tree or something. I remember looking around the car with the music skipping. I started thinking to myself holy fucking shit this is what death feels like saw all my friends moaning in agony around me I felt a warm sticky substance on my neck which I though was blood and my ribs felt like they were broken. I sat there and thought to myself we are in the middle of nowhere no help is coming.

I started thinking about how I've done nothing with my life

I started thinking about how I've done nothing with my life

 (18 at the time fresh out of high school). I was scared and left with so much regret and resentment towards myself for not doing anything with my life. That just kept repeating over and over again in my head it felt like hours years even. Until I finally took a breath, the thing around my neck was just my grandmother's necklace which I almost ripped off. I gasped for air told my friend to pull over which he did stood out of the car with my hands on my head. I looked around  and said did we just fucking crash they looked at me in shock replied how hard are you tripping bro. I was liking pretty fucking hard you have no clue what I just experienced. Funny enough 2 of my friends who wanted to do LSD that night for the first time and I bought it for them were in that town which was an hour drive away from where we lived. My buddy was trip sitting so I called him told him what was going on he's like all good bro come to j's house (our friend). Got dropped of there cause I couldn't be in a fucking car any longer. Came through the door note my friends who were on acid didn't know I was coming. I came in lied down on the floor they said Joe how the fuck did you get here. All I said to them was I'm on acid. Those fuckers were mind blown on how I bought them acid 4 hours earlier then they went out of town and then I went out of town with no plans to do acid. Though I somehow showed up there. They were astonished I was having a bad trip but the looks on their face made it all better. Eventually left j's house around 5am I was still terrified of crashing had them stop for like 5 min. Finally worked up myself to trust the trip sitter one of my best friends. He ask Joe where do you want to go I looked at him and said home I need my six my bed as well as my cat. He said alright. Got home trip for another 6 hours felt horrible could sleep till the evening. That trip felt like I went through fucking hell and back but when I was with my friends laying on the floor tripping with them it was the best feeling in the world just vibing off each other.

It's been just over a year since all this took place. Do to me thinking I died I had a panic disorder for about 8 months and couldn't wear my grandmother's necklace because it triggered me but I'm probably about 80% recovered now. If done a fuck ton of drugs that year but since 2020 started I've weened myself off them and kept to mainly alcohol cause I landed a very good job making estimated about 60g a year. I still get flashbacks to that trip because I remember it so vividly and find myself questioning if maybe I actually did die in a car accident and that I was already dead. I decided to say fuck it though if I'm already dead then so be it. I've applied for school to go into biochem.

I decided to say fuck it though if I'm already dead then so be it. I've applied for school to go into biochem.

 Everything is looking up for me soon I'll quit partying in general and just focus on school and work.

That LSD trip fucked me up but it was a reality check for me over a year later. When I finally realized I need to get my shit together. I don't know if I regret it or not but one thing for sure it helped me toughen up and smarten up about my decisions.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 114166

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Mar 13, 2020	Views: 1,015

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Bad Trips (6)


		 DOSE:

		 .75 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 Pharms - Diazepam

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

So this trip was not fun at all.  This was my second experience with something as intense as acid, and from my friend's batch of really strong shit.  Before this, I'd only done acid once, DXM once, and weed a few times.  It happened about 2 years ago.  I was on the medication buspirone at the time, and started the prescription a few days before this.

This was back when I was homeless in a shelter living in Brooklyn, and my best friend R at the time was hanging out in Staten Island.  I traveled over there to this park that she and her partner C were tripping in.  They were pretty deep into their trip.  R offered me some of her acid, and I asked for like .75 of her super-dosed tab.   What happened next, I was absolutely not prepared for.

We proceeded to make our way up a hill to some building where I went to the bathroom, and after that we started heading back to Brooklyn. Eventually we made our way to Bay Ridge.  I remember we got off the bus after the Verrazzano Bridge, we went into a 7/11 and got some drinks I believe.  By this time, I started to feel the acid kick in a bit, and I started feeling happy and energetic.  I was skipping around a bit on the street.  We made our way to this park next to the Belt Parkway.  We stayed there for a while, hanging out.

Eventually R's partner C left us alone, because he wanted to go home, and they were both coming down from their trip.  We were just hanging out talking about various things.  I think I remember talking about ADHD and R's adderall use a bit.  Also about how she liked to microdose acid some of the time to help get things done apparently.  She was a much more experienced drug user than me at the time.  I was still a novice to a lot of it.

I remember that we eventually went to sit down in the grass. During that time, I remember saying that I really wanted to kiss R.  I have had a crush on her previously in the past, and she just ignored that, obviously because we wanted to stay friends.  The acid just decreased my inhibitions I suppose, and then I started talking about how I felt that I felt like we were sisters.  Eventually I remember getting cold and anxious, and wanting to go home, so we started getting up.

At this point the visuals started kicking in quite a bit.  I started to get overwhelmed from them, especially from hearing the cars pass by.  I would get really intense jitters from the overwhelming anxiety that the highway caused me.  We started heading back, but the anxiety just kept getting worse as I kept coming up.  At one point, R sat down in the middle of a field outside the park and snorted some ketamine.  She offered me a line, but I refused, thinking that I was on enough drugs already, and I was not prepared to try a new drug in that state.  In retrospect, taking it might have been a good idea, as dissociatives can help with anxiety.

So after that, she packed her stuff back up and we started walking out of the park.  I remember seeing the ramp we were walking up bending and twisting a lot, and this got me more anxious.  Walking did as well.  I felt like I was extremely high on weed, and on the verge of having a panic attack.

We left the park and got into the street.  We were trying to get home, which was over in Park Slope, but that quite a ways away.  We decided to try to walk it.  In retrospect, that was probably a bad idea, but also who knew what would have awaited us in a bus station late at night.  Probably not too much, but who knows.

Anyway, we were walking by some people outside of a bar, who were obviously very drunk.  I was afraid of them, and I tried holding R's hand.  Because we were both girls, I felt like the drunk people were judging us, and I was insanely worried about that.  I am not sure if they actually said it, but I thought I heard them say "look at those f**s", or something along those lines.  Immediately, I started panicking a bit in my mind, and I turned down the street on the left.  I started becoming less and less connected to reality, and was losing awareness of my sense of self.  I remember seeing a bunch of really flowy closed eye visuals probably, but I didn't even know what eyes were at the time.  I just thought that my memory was lapsing.

I felt really panicky, and I tried listening to my heart.  I was having lapses in memory, and I had no idea what was going on.  I started trying to feel my heartbeat, and I assumed I was having a heart attack.  After that, I got increasingly more delusional about it.  At one point I ran into some random person on the street, and R explained to him that I had just taken acid and that I was just having a bad reaction to it, but I didn't know that at the time.  I just kept getting more and more psychotic and delusional.  R tried to assure me that I was fine and that I was just on drugs, but I kept thinking that I was dying, and that I had to go to the hospital.  I didn't trust her.  I thought she was ignorant of my calls for help and that I was dying.  I got increasingly more agitated and anxious about it.  I had hallucinations and heard a pinging sound which scared me even more and made me assume that I was dying.  I saw red flashes around my vision.  I remember screaming in the street, running around in this suburban area.  R was extremely concerned about me, and tried to help me as best as she could, but I wouldn't listen.  I kept arguing with her about the Good Samaritan Act, and saying that they couldn't arrest me for this.  I fought with R over my purse and my own things.  I would keep running around trying to signal to someone to help me.  I thought that no one cared, but I had to make people care.  I remember banging on the doors of random houses, trying to get them to call 911.  Eventually, someone did, and thank god they took me to the hospital instead of to jail.  While people were talking, I was paralyzed with fear and sure that I was dying.  I was put in an ambulance, and R left to go on her own adventures, which I can't blame her for.  I felt like this experience put some distance between us.  It was probably somewhat traumatizing for her.  I was taken to the hospital and given some pills that stopped me from tripping.  I remember feeling incredibly judged by everyone there.  They were all laughing at me, and I think someone misgendered me and I got really focused on that, but they probably gave me some valium and I was just not really caring about it anymore.  I just wanted to leave.

Eventually, sometime in the morning, they discharged me.  I got back to my shelter after a long night, wishing that none of this had ever happened.  I hadn't talked to R for a bit after this, and I suspected she just didn't want to talk to me anymore because I was unstable.  A lot of it was probably just my paranoia and untreated mental health problems, because she had been through some shit too, and she was probably just not a very reliable person because of her problems as well.

Anyway, this trip cost me a lot of things.  I lost my purse, and thus my wallet because of this trip, and I had to recover quite a few documents over the course of the next months.  I tried to go back and retrieve my stuff the next day, but most of it was missing.  I was able to recover some things that I lost in that area, though.  I think I lost a few dollars from it, but nothing too bad.

The trip itself was rather traumatizing though.  I just fought the experience so much, and I kept trying to control it, and everything around me, but it just lead to me getting admitted to the damn hospital.  At least afterwards, I did learn a lot about how to control myself when under the influence of substances.  I did a ton of research on harm reduction, as I felt these drugs were great tools to help with healing and insight, and I wanted to utilize them the best that I could.  During future trips, I was much better at dealing with the experience.  I also learned to not trust doctors and hospitals and the authorities nearly as much as I did before.  Intellectually, I am and was an anarchist, and I hated the police, but this experience, along with my previous acid trip, made me realize that none of them were to be trusted, and at most I should be skeptical of them if I need their services.  Sometimes they can be good, but I should always take precautions with drugs that can induce ego death.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 113697

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 14, 2020	Views: 874

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:

		 3 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   148 lb

17 years old, senior in high school, suburban kid, I have dosed acid multiple times before this, doses ranging from 50ug-520ug, but nothing compares to this trip

At 10:00PM Augst 26, 2016 , I placed 3 very beautiful tabs onto my tounge. While waiting of the effects to kick in I relax in my chair solving some rubiks cubes. Around 10:30 initial effects were noticable, I could feel a tingly sensation throughout my body, at this point no visuals have begun. Sometime between 10:30 and 11 the effects came on STRONG; Pure Euphoria with the best body high on the planet, walls were starting to breath, and at this point I could tell the magic was begginig, so I turn off all the lights in my room, went on youtube and put on a pinkfloyd playlist that had DAYS worth of music on it, so that music could continuely be played while I trip.

So I am sitting on the ground in pitch black letting the effects hit me. At an unkown time the effects are in full blast! I am sitting on the ground for about 4 hours unable to move, simply facing my own mind in a dark hole, its something unexplanable with words. Geometrical Patters of light flash right infront of my field of vision , I lose complete sense of who I am, I was just a soul in hyperspace. Until around 2:30am when I recieve a call from my friend asking for my help with something, somehow I was able to go to reach over and answer the phone call, the only thing i could say on the phone was 'Who am I?' 'What did I do?' . My Friend nicely tells me my name, this is when I gain my identity back, I hang up the phone on them and continue for 2 more hours sitting there in hyperspace, but this time I knew who I was so I had much more control of my mind. Words can not explain this state of being I was put into. I was sitting there UNABLE to move, even at my will I could not do human bodily functions, I would try to move by hand but nothing would happen. I was sitting there in psychedelic happiness in the pitch black. Some may call it torture but I think its something very beautiful, I was faced with nothing but my own mind and its truely amazing what I ended up feeling and seeing. This was the first time I have had such amazin open eyed visuals in a room full of darkness. I came in contact with entities fltying around my room, I could understand what the birds chirping outside were saying. It was pure bliss. Around 4am I am finally able to move and function like a human again, I fully am aware of my identity and the effects were starting to mellow out. From there I have gone on to write this report. It was one trippy strange night that I will never forget.

Completely Mind Opening, PEACE AND LOVE

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109115

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Apr 1, 2020	Views: 1,015

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LSD (2), OBE (332) : General (1), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:00
		 3 - 4
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

[Erowid Note:
A substance(s) in this report might be identified incorrectly. Erowid reviewers question the author's identification of the drug described. Although the report is included in the collection, the substance might be something other than the author believed it to be.]

My DOB Nightmare

I've consumed a number of different drugs during  my short time on this earth. DOB is the one drug that I will *never* consume again, as it ended with me in a coma and could have easily led to my death had I not been found when I was.

My psychedelics experiences include 5-Meo/DMT, Ayahuasca, Mescaline, LSD, LSA, 2CB, 25i-NBOMe; with LSD having been well taken over 50 times and often in very high doses of 1mg&gt;.

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Part of this experience had to be re-remembered post-trip during the weeks of my recovery that followed, and as such will feature at the end of my report narrated in the style in which I experienced them.

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It was a warm, sunny Sunday morning, and the fallout from a friend's party the night before. I hadn't slept, having consumed speed and MDMA at the party

I hadn't slept, having consumed speed and MDMA at the party

 and when K woke up, we both decided that it would be nice to buy some acid and go to the park - given the sunny weather it would be a nice way to wind down the weekend. So we left K's flat to meet her friend who had these tabs for sale.

Having met K's friend and brought the tabs, he decided to join us in going to the park, picking up his friend on the way. I took my first tab at 11am holding it under my tongue until it turned to mush. In my sleepless, joyful state I thought nothing of the metallic taste, reminiscent of a 25i tab. After two hours having consumed 3-4 beers in the park, and having felt only a subtle change in headspace [similar to LSA or a low dose of LSD] I decided to take a second tab. Within half-an-hour of taking this the effects really started to kick in and it was apparent that these were not weak tabs by any means: My stomach became taut, muscles tightened and body engulfed in an all over tingling. My visual field awash with bright aqua and turquoise patterns and thoughts a shifting paradigm between unabated arrogance and childlike confusion. This energy, euphoria and childlike excitement, was bliss.

We eventually decided to leave the park - the heat had become too much to bear and as we left I felt a rush of excitement in simply deciding what we should put in the bin and what was simply not our responsibility (chewing gum, tissue, plastic straws etc. that had already been there). These feelings took me back to my first trip on LSA and feeling the most intense excitement at the thought of tidying up.

After leaving the park K wanted to head back to her flat, I didn't particularly want to go but join her regardless - the walk there seems to take forever in the blistering heat and was extremely exhausting physically. By the time we reach her flat I was literally dripping with sweat, my white T-shirt saturated, and the visuals had intensified to where I could hardly see anything is in front of me; they've taken on a static like quality similar to the visual distortion from standing up too fast and getting a head rush. The details in K's face have become prickled with the heat, objects on the floor reduced to indiscernible static.

As I look out the back of K's second floor I become mesmerised by the large overgrown tree that takes on a jungle like quality with the heat - the sound of crickets and deeply saturated oily green leaves stir up feeling of nature and exploration - my visual haze fades and a wall of chill falls over me as I observe the difference between the hot jungle out there, and the now cool tranquillity in here. With the tranquillity and coolness my ego falls away. My cockiness, excitement and egotism replaced with quiet introverted thoughts and a willingness to simply observe. Social interaction becomes an alien concept as I turn inwards on myself. Subtle paranoia about having to converse with K creeps in, conversations seem only to be a tool for others to impose their power and will on me, and in this state I am ill-equipped for any power struggle / conversation.

[5pm Sunday]

Two hours later and I'm a flat downstairs from K's with two friends. K has left to go to the pub down the road while it's still sunny [it's around 5pm at this point]. An awkward situation had arisen that led me to being in this flat: K had invited a friend over who insisted that we go and visit my friends in the flat downstairs (who she also knew) - she did this by banging on the doors and windows to their flat in a very aggressive manner until she was let in. While I had not been banging on the doors and windows I felt guilty by proxy and could see that my two friends clearly wanted to be left alone. All while this was happening my trip was becoming more intense, at points I felt like reality was a grand play all being performed for me

at points I felt like reality was a grand play all being performed for me

. I was sitting on a sofa bemused at the hostilities and arguments taking place before me, the only audience member in a cosmic play of my design. The flat that I was in was the only universe I knew and anything outside of it no longer existed in my mind. At this point I knew I was beyond functioning. My memories of  what follow become fragmented and blotchy.

[12am Monday]

I wake up in an ICU hospital bed with a kind looking chubby man at the end of it staring at a monitor. Coming out of both my arms are tubes: Two in my left and two in my right, two at the crook and two near the thumb. There is a tube also attached to my face near my nose. I notice a catheter coming out of my penis and instinctively try to remove it - the  man insists I don't do this and removes it for me. I'm quite bemused by the situation, not understanding the severity of what has happened or how I arrived there. I am also still seeing the visual effects of the drug - posters on the wall near my bed fold up in a crumpled paper effect and there is a cold hazy blue glistening effect to the air. I look at the clock on the wall... I should be in work.

Not understanding the trauma my body's been through I insist in being discharged, and while trying to get out bed noticed cuts and bruises on my legs - I struggle to get to the edge of the bed and sit there realize that I can't walk. A doctor comes by and explains that it's not advisable I leave - I could suffer kidney failure and be on dialysis for the rest of my life if I leave now (my blood creatine levels were way above normal @ 54200). On this advise I decided to stay.

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Remembering post trip:

[6pm Sunday]

I'm in the [second] flat, the atmosphere is calmer now that K and her friend have left. I peer through the blinds to see outside but I can't see the outside world, just dull coloured cubes making up a wall where the window used to be, they're painted like the inside of a stick of rock, dull purples and oranges. This room isn't real, it's a matrix / fake area put together for me, so they can steal my bank details  without me realizing- a fake room to keep me entertained. I look at bank card - I can't read any of the digits or text?! (Is it my bank card or Oyster card I'm looking at?) the whole card is pulsing with neon lights and energy, covering all the text. I pace the flat in a state of great agitation. All the rooms look the same. As I pass through the hall there a people sitting on the wall having a party - I don't recognize them [they don't exist]. The frames of the doors are now glowing neon and the air has taken on a thick visible liquid shimmer. Moving from one room to another is like looking a mirror facing another mirror: Infinite repetitions.

I keep on going to leave - going room to room - in a state of turmoil - I don't know what to do! ... As I leave through the front door of the flat my friend calls me back. I keep on thinking I have to leave, but my friend keeps calling me back. The fact that I haven't left is the common denominator - that's why nothing changes (what needs to change?). I get out the flat and into the main hallway. I have been here a few times and always pushed the front door to get out. I pull this time and the door to open to the world. Exposure! It's still blindingly bright outside.

I see a man walk by with a dog. Do I know him? Is that B? 'No' the man replies with a grin on his face. His reply sounds muffled ...I didn't even hear the question come out my mouth either. It too had sounded muffled [I spoke without knowing , becoming disconnected from my consciousness] 'I don't know Billy' he says - He seemed to find it funny that I had asked him such a random question.

As I walk through the rows of terraced houses I become a cop - head of a futuristic private police force - on a TV show. Rehearsing my lines for a big bust that will be televised - about to get someone. There are rows of houses to my left. I'm in contact with another officer who is in the ether, who is also me. I have clearly disconnected with reality at this point, not aware anymore of where I am, present dangers.

I have clearly disconnected with reality at this point, not aware anymore of where I am, present dangers.

 Possibly talking out loud to myself. My sci-fi daydream has bled into reality and replaced it. I have totally disconnected with myself - Delirious is the word to use: No awareness of self and totally delusional.

I could see in my mind a person be ripped apart from the inside by a demented kitten that spread round its insides like liquid fire. I could both hear and feel this image; seeing thick yellow bubbling foamy pus and terrified screams (possibly my own)  as the ramped demon kitten tears round the human with intense pain. My next memory: The presence of something vicious coming for me, being passed from one dimension to another like a hot potato, coming my way. Nobody had ever had to deal with something as horrifying as this. Before it happened it was unfathomable, unthinkable, had never happened. I was as if I was going to be assaulted for the first time in history, in a world where there were no physics. I was going to be the first of my kind bludgeoned to death by a crazed hammer wielding homeless man.

I'm in the front of someone's garden and lose my balance multiple times, but don't fall whilst walking down some steps - I look at my watch for some reason as I plunge. The grass is so overgrown that I cannot see my footing, and as I look up at the sky, it has grown dark as a grass visual jungle motif reaches up to the greying sky.

The world in front of me now has overlaying black grid, and coming towards me breaking through this grid is the monster. Unfathomable in strength. Ripping in two, sheer  terror. It's a behemoth - Heading towards me - pure anger and it's going to literally rip me in half. It breaks free of the grid - totally breaking free. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000 stronger than any force and heading for me.

Fade to black, a total closed eye visual world comprised of complex black line grid geometries. A universe comprised of mathematical grids and dread. I hear the bleeps - police codes being said over this dark universe. 'Code 1... 6...' These sounds echo through the darkness. 'Hello, [Name] can you hear me?' '[Surname]' echoing off into infinity... *beep* 'We're here to help you [Name]' 'Hello, [Name] can you hear me?' *beep* 'We're here to help you [Name]' I can see all these creatures resembling triangular mice in the darkness clinging to the grids. A vague dull lights glints across the triangle offspring critters and disturb them as they sit on the grid [I assume this was a light being shined across my eyes by medical professionals on scene]. There are twelve families of Beelzebub coding and recorded every vile mental abuse in this world, incest, physical pain, abuse, self-hatred, and torment - documenting every form, every corner of its domain. All these bleeps, voices, so distant in space, echo and overlay, fading past the grids - They fade with the beings, the offspring, their billionaire overlords and their district police. There is hierarchy in this world - The divide between the overlords and lackeys tremendous. It's all mathematics and grids in this universe and I hear hundreds of chirping voices talking about killing and abuse firing off from every angle of my mind. This is hell. Grids upon grids of the darkest parts of the human mind.

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If I have any message to be taken away from this, it's to be with people who care about me and that I can rely on, and know where my drugs are coming from. Just two tabs of what I thought was LSD from a person I had never met before could have been fatal in my case, and I have permanent scars to show for it, as well as the pain of hurting my loved ones.

[Reported Dose: "2 Tabs strength unknown", DOB suspected]

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 105598

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Apr 27, 2020	Views: 2,538

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