		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 cart.
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

October 17, 2003

Four of my friends and myself went to a park and each dropped 1 hit of blotter acid at 4:20 pm, except for one guy who wasn’t going to be tripping.  We paid $15 for each dose, which is a lot, but acid hasn’t been around here for a long time and we were assured by multiple people that it was some really strong stuff.  This would be my first acid trip but I had tripped on other drugs a few times before.

After we dosed we walked through the woods for a while until we came to a playground where we chilled until we started to feel the effects coming on.  At first it was very subtle and mostly felt like a bit of anticipation and nervousness.  It was probably 40 minutes after dosing that I began to feel the first of these effects.  Soon I noticed that things seemed a lot funnier than usually and I found myself laughing out loud about things that normally wouldn’t be funny enough to cause such a reaction.

Soon we decided we should go get some food from my friend’s house.  While he made tuna salad I went to use the bathroom, which is where I began to get the first visual effects.  I noticed that the wood grain on the door was swirling and growing and when I looked at the bath tub it appeared to shift colors and shades, as if the lighting was changing.  Subtle rust and mold patterns grew and spread over the surfaces of the bathtub.  Then I went back to sit at the kitchen table with my friends and eat tuna salad on crackers, which proved very difficult because the minute I was back in contact with other people everything became hilarious.

I couldn’t eat very much because I was laughing so hard and whenever I stopped laughing someone else would laugh causing me to laugh again.  The bowl that held the tuna was breathing and the tuna was swirling around inside of it.  We went outside to leave and while waiting for a sober person to come drive we watched a few people walk their dogs.  One couple had a loaf of bread in their hands and my friend said “look bread!” and we both laughed for a good 5 minutes.  I laid down and looked up at the sky and the clouds were swirling and flowing by, and one cloud looked like it was only 10 feet above me and if I reached up I could almost touch it.  The floor of my friend’s truck bed began crawling with patterns and textures, and the rivets in it were sliding against each other back and forth.

Finally we left and drove to my friend’s house but we ran into his mom there.  There was a lot of confusion because one of my not tripping friends needed to go to work and she offered to drive him but for some reason one of my tripping friends got in the car as well.  Fortunately he wasn’t yet tripping as hard as I was so she didn’t notice but we had to go to the theater to pick him up before he caused any problems.  Once we arrived at the theater he was playing a game of Deer Hunter, and whenever he would shoot an animal I was overcome with laughter.  We then went back outside and I ran into another of my friends.  He asked if he looked insane and I replied “No but I am insane”.  I felt like I was crazy but I knew it was the drug and so I enjoyed it a lot, wondering if it would be fun to be like that forever.

By this time the visuals were coming on very strong.  The clouds above were enormous and glowing with beautiful pinks and yellows, like the most amazing sunrise imaginable.  We hopped back in my friend’s truck and drove to go smoke some herb and the ride was incredible.  The wind against my face felt so soft and everyone’s hair appeared to flow much longer than normal.  By this time my friend’s heads had morphed slightly to reflect their personalities and moods whenever they talked.  Their eyes and eyebrows and nose would twitch and grow to reflect whatever it was they were saying.  One person said something angry and his eyebrows crossed and his face scrunched up as he said it.

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

We were driving down a road I am very familiar with but I had no idea what part of the road we were on.  We seemed to drive by the same places numerous times, and all the plants and trees were incredibly dense and vibrant.  We were supposed to tell the driver how to get to a good place to smoke but we couldn’t figure it out because we didn’t know what part of the road we were on.  Finally we pulled into a dirt road and there were a few houses.  However, if I looked deep into the woods I could see many houses in the distance so I wasn’t sure if I was in some suburb or forest, but it turns out the three houses were the only ones there.

Finally we came to a place to smoke and we got in the cab and baked it.  When I examined the weed I saw tiny white creatures living in it, popping their heads out of various holes and quickly scurrying away.  When the bowl came to me I took a hit but I couldn’t feel it in my lungs at all.  I exhaled and some smoke came out and I passed it to my friend, but then I couldn’t remember if I actually took a hit or if I just thought about it and passed it without smoking.  They assured me that I had indeed smoked.

At this point things started to get weird.  I went outside to pee but I didn’t actually have to so I just zipped my pants back up and got in the truck.  My friend said that I turned around and stretched my penis out really far but I was certain this didn’t happen, but I couldn’t be sure because I was tripping balls, so I guess we will never know.  Anyway, I got in the truck and we started to go.  It was getting dark and I thought it must be cold so for a second I felt extremely cold, but then I thought about hot and I felt warm and comfortable.

We arrived at my friend’s house and our sitter said he had to go home.  We were worried about what could happen because we were tripping so hard now but we decided with the four of us we would be alright and could prevent one person from doing anything stupid.  I was also very worried that his mom could come home and she would easily know we were tripping.  I assured myself that I was just being paranoid so I soon felt better about it and I knew she would be gone until at least 9:30, but I could no longer comprehend time so I thought 9:30 could come very quickly and I wouldn’t know it.

We went upstairs to my friend’s room and put on some music.  His wallpaper was a fractal pattern and it became one of the most beautiful visuals I have had.  It became a 3D living organism living inside his computer.  Its tentacles were waving and growing and lights and colors were flowing through its body.  I between the tentacles were endless spirals, infinitely complex.  I could look deeper and deeper into the image and see more spirals.  My friends wanted to play pool so I sat by myself for a while, looking at his wallpaper and milkdrop.  I listened to Sphongle and milkdrop formed extremely intricate and complex patterns.  In between the lines I could see eyes and flames and other images similar to an Alex Grey painting.

I could feel the music in my body, the bass was pounding from inside of me and the water sounds made me feel wet.  The music filled the room like I have never heard before, and I could hear voices and sounds in the music that normally I could not perceive.  I thought a lot and decided that on acid each idea I had would spawn multiple new ideas and each of those even more, and normally the brain can only focus on one of these things at a time but on acid my brain could make more and more connections, allowing me to achieve deeper and more meaningful thoughts.

I went to see my friends, who had just played the best game of pool they had played before, making impossible shots and clearing the table very quickly.  I went in the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.  I know everyone warns against this but it has always been one of my favorite things to do while tripping.  There was a patch of hair growing out of my chin and the hairs would recede into my face and then reemerge elsewhere on my face.  At one moment my face would be smooth and clear and then break out into pimples.  This was all very amusing but it was strange that my face didn’t change near as much as when I was on shrooms.

We decided to go outside for a walk, but I wanted to check the weather first.  I opened weather.com and then checked the time on the computer, but when I tried to find the time on the forecast that correlated to the current time I couldn’t.  Time made no sense to me and none of my friends could figure it out either, so we just went outside and it was a light rain, or more of a drizzle.  However, before leaving the house something interesting happened.  We were about to walk outside and my friend said to me “something tells me I’m forgetting something, the acid is trying to warn me.”  He paused for a second and then said “Oh yeah the last remaining hit in my pocket, I should leave it here so it doesn’t get wet.”

We walked around the neighborhood talking for a while.  During this time I felt a strong connection to my friend who I have known the longest.  What we said only made sense to each other and not to the other two people and we seemed to be thinking on the same level.  This made us both very happy and I’m not sure if we actually could understand what the other was trying to say or if we were just tripping so hard that we made sense out of nonsense and just thought we understood.

Then I asked him for a cigarette and he pulled it from his jacket and handed it to me.  I held it for a minute and then looked down and saw that it was already lit.  I couldn’t remember lighting it but I took a drag.  I couldn’t taste the smoke but I exhaled but when I looked at it again it was out.  I asked my friends if it was lit and they said it wasn’t.  They told me to light it with another cigarette so I tried that and then started puffing on it again, but then realized it still wasn’t lit.  They had tricked me into trying to light it with another unlit cigarette and I became pretty confused but we all had a good laugh.

We decided to walk up the street to the middle school and as we walked our feet seemed to make impressions in the road.  I jumped up real high and when I landed there was a ripple effect that spread out from beneath me.  Then one friend said to me “look are those flashlights under the bleachers?”  I looked and indeed I saw lights and could hear kids laughing.  When I looked again though it was gone.  We sat down on a bench and two of my friends started slapping each other for fun I suppose.  Someone’s glasses flew off and they crawled around on the ground trying to find a missing lens.  All of a sudden I stopped tripping.

There were still subtle visuals if I paid close attention and cleared my mind, and I still felt a little weird.  At this point we saw a lot of cars pulling into the other side of the school and I thought I heard music so we walked around and realized there was a dance going on.  My friend had 3 canisters of nitrous but we had been looking for a balloon all night, and realized we could get one here.  Then my friend saw his old DARE officer, who is a female police officer.  He went and shook her hand while tripping his balls off on acid, which was very ironic.

They went inside and got a balloon and we spent some time harassing some kids, following them around and laughing at them.  Then we sat down to do our nitrous.  I inhaled my balloon with my eyes closed and I heard a humming sound that seemed to phase in and out.  Gradually all I could hear was this humming and it was all I was aware of.  Then I realized I wasn’t breathing any air so I snapped out of it in the nick of time, just before I felt like I was about about to pass out and I was back in reality.  This had never happened before on nitrous so I think this was a residual effect of the acid.

By now I felt mentally drained and ready to sleep so I went home and lay down.  It took me about an hour to fall asleep but I slept well.  I had a slight headache in the morning but nothing too bad.  Overall the experience was wonderful.  I think I enjoyed my mushroom trip more but acid was very fun and much more powerful.  I am looking forward to trying it again soon and trying different activities.  Next time I want to listen to more music, dance, watch a movie, and spend some more time by myself learning what the drug has to offer.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 29251

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 10, 2007	Views: 6,069

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

[Erowid Note: Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]

'Two? We're going to be taking TWO of these?'   This was the question I kept asking myself, while a pleasant evening of, 'swallowing the colors of the sounds I heard', was winding down.  I had to keep reminding myself that I was only on a HALF HIT (25-75 micrograms) of Shooting Stars Acid, (blotter that had been decorated with multiple red and yellow stars streaking across the sheet).  I understood, quite early on, that this was some very powerful stuff and in about three weeks time, my friend and I had plans to eat 2 full hits (100-300 micrograms) of this stuff apiece.  Nothing about this, 'half hit' experience had been overwhelming.  If anything it was very comfortable.  Colors had become much more vivid.  My sense of sight and sound had been altered in various ways that I found pleasing.  However, I knew this acid in higher doses was going to be incredibly overpowering and three weeks later my presumption was proven correct.

The setting for this, 'two hit experience', was provided by a school field trip of sorts, (more like a summer camp).  School had just let out for the summer and we were on a trip to ITC, (International Thespian's Conference) in Muncie, Indiana.  This annual event always took place on the campus of Ball State University, and high school students, interested in theater, from all over the world attended.  Their were shows to see, and theater work shops to attend, none of which did my friend and I participate in.  Surrounded by kids our own age, from all over the world, we were much more interested in socializing and partying.  I even developed a romantic relationship with this incredible girl from Missouri.

And, although I only knew her for a week, I still think about her, 14 years later.  I can still say, that to this day, this was the most fun week of my life, (so far).  I met lots of interesting people and experienced a substantial amount of fun, which was very important because this put me into a very positive mind set heading into, 'The Trip.'   And so it came to pass that on the second to last night, of our stay in Muncie, my friend and I decided to 'drop' our two hits each.

We both had some experience with LSD in lower doses but neither of us had ever tried a dose as high as two hits, so as you can imagine we were pretty nervous.  We ingested our doses around 7:00 PM while sticking to our normal, pre-trip traditions, such as smoking pot.  Mixing substances is always tricky and it's never prudent to mix anything you're unsure about, but I had mixed THC and LSD before and I felt comfortable about doing it again here.  After smoking, my, 'trip' didn't take long to begin.  The sun was fading fast, as was my grip on reality, leaving long dark streaks of red and orange across the summer sky.

A guy, gliding down the street, on a Harley motorcycle, served as the first indicator that my perception of the world around me was changing. The Harley had put me in a trance with its whining buzzing sound, which seemed to faze through various sound frequencies.  It roared through the fabrics of my space-time, shining on me with its huge and dazzling headlight.  Both the Harley and its rider streaked down the road in a rainbow of smearing hues, which reminded me of drying watercolors.   'Oh my lord, we've got to move,' I said after a moment of reflective silence.  I no longer felt comfortable with the location we had chosen to smoke at and an overwhelming urge to walk elsewhere took over.  I knew that we needed to find a good spot to chill-out, while we struggled through our looming peaks.  Having sampled a half hit of this stuff, three weeks earlier, I knew that the trip was only just getting started and that some very intense experiences were just around the corner.  The world around was quickly changing and we were running out of time.

As we walked, both my buddy and I could see, off in the distance and directly in front of us, a large group of people sitting around and conversing.  If I had to guess, I would have said that it looked like about twenty people.  We were both feeling uneasy because neither of us wanted to converse with anyone outside of our, 'mind set', at this early stage.  We discussed tactics, with one another, that we could use to quickly get by this group, without getting locked into conversation.  However, as we drew closer, the large the group of people disappeared, and were replaced by an even more disturbing sight; seven gigantic dogs mulling about.  I could actually see them sniffing at the ground, and wagging their tails.  I knew, that in reality, no such breed of dog existed that could grow to such an enormous size.  So the real question was, what were we looking at?  'What the hell IS that', one of us would say as my friend and I begin to laugh.  After much speculation, we were finally close enough to see that it had really been a cluster of seven large boulders all along.

We walked for another 15 minutes, which felt more like an hour, before finally collapsing on a grass hill at the edge of a small forest.  The darkness of night had settled in and by now, and what I would refer to as my peak had begun.  My friend had set up his boom box just behind us at the top of the hill and I slapped in a mixed tape that I had made for this occasion.  As soon as the music kicked in, I lied on my back and stared up into the branches of a tree that towered above me.  It was instantly transformed into a swirling ceiling of green that rippled and twirled about, just inches from eyes.  As the song changed, the galaxy of green changed back into a tree.  Its leaves and branches rippled and spread out like droplets of green and brown ink oozing through water.  And in the middle of all this, perched on a branch that seemed miles above me, was an image I'll never forget.  Some type of demonic looking skeleton-clown was staring back at me.

One might assume that this experience was now becoming terrifying.  But I was, in fact, in complete awe of what I was seeing.  This is the only time, (aside from dreaming) that I have ever COMPLETELY lost touch with the world outside of my own mind.  This creature, which resembled something off of an Iron Maiden album cover, looked down on me and laughed.  Its eye sockets were huge and almost empty except for two sparking blue orbs, which served as eyeballs.  Its bleach-white skin was fluorescent in appearance and shimmered with a soft green hue. It's skull-like face seemed to be decorated with clown makeup; a large red dot on each of its cheeks and forehead.  Its hair, which hung in long string-like stands, was tinted in a blue-green color and it was dressed to the nines, in what resembled a 3piece suit, made of a luminescent purple.  I remember thinking that this creature was probably made from a mysterious energy; something alien.

Occasionally it would turn its head and look back up into the tree while quickly mumbling something in a sharp barking voice that reminded me of firecrackers.  I imagined that it was telling other creatures of its own kind that it had discovered this poor pathetic human, looking into their dimension.  Then it would turn its head back and speak to me in its foreign, rapid, tongue, and then laugh.  I imagined that it thought it was funny that I was made of organic materials, or that I aged and died.  As I pondered these ideas my vision began to change.  I watched this creature quickly age, as if it were reading my mind and felt it necessary to give me a small yet simple display of human existence.   Its hairline slowly faded, eventually dwindling down to a soft hallow of hair; left around the outer edges of its skull, (later on I would realize that the song I had been listening to at the time was about aging and trying to hold onto childhood ideals).  I would have gazed up into this tree for the rest of the night if a strong fear of getting busted hadn't taken over, forcing my friend and I indoors.

Each night before, 'lights out', we were required to check in with our chaperone.  For us, this was an English/Theater teacher from Robinson high school.  As we spoke with him, I had to fight to hold back a wild burst of maniacal laughter.  Everything, during this stage of the night, was starting to get way too funny.  For example, a fellow student had made an off hand comment about one of my friend's tattoos.  His comment was meant to be funny but not HILARIOUS.  We let loose with an explosion of laughter that brought tears to our eyes.  As we continued to laugh, uncontrollably, I began to realize that what he said wouldn't normally be this funny.  I tried to convey this idea to my friend, hoping that it would settle us down, but this thought of laughing at something that wasn't really funny, just made us laugh that much more wildly.

The rest of the night was a long and slow cross-fade back into reality as many other hallucinations waltzed their way through my field of vision.   For example, I had forgotten what a brick wall that DIDN’T move looked like.  I had seen brick walls move on acid before but on this night they were moving rapidly.  The huge cinder blocks of our dorm room would slide past each other, back and forth like sponges floating on a bed of boiling water.  Later on, while watching TV, I saw David Letterman turn into my stepfather.  I couldn’t see or remember what Letterman normally looked like if I tried; he was quite simply replaced by my stepfather.

Slowly, as each hour of the evening ticked by, the visions dwindled away; replaced by enlightened conversation between my friend and myself.   We spent our time, in our dorm room, discussing everything we had been experiencing and how it had forever changed our lives.  I reflected upon how useful it had been for me to try a much smaller sample of this blotter, a few weeks earlier; helping me to better understand what I was in for.  We discussed how neither one of us could ever remember feeling so at peace, and accepting of the world around us.  I personally felt as if all of life's energy was flowing through and around me while binding all of time and creation together.  It was as if life's true nature was always this obvious, but for one magical night my friend and I were blessed with the gift to notice it.  And so, the sun rose the next morning, casting light on a new day and a new outlook on life.

Exp Year: 1989	ExpID: 25491

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 11, 2007	Views: 6,925

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

LSD: A crystalline compound, C20H25N3O, derived from lysergic acid and used as a powerful hallucinogenic drug. Also called acid.

The Players: Frankie,Robbie,Matt,Brian,Matt in the Hat,Myself.

The night was calm and fresh, the type of weather you'd expect from a small beach front community in the middle of April. The Isla Vista sky was ravaged by stars and the moon hovered above us like a sniper up in the trees. A perfect evening to ingest some strong ass hallucinogenic drugs. Sure, why not? We had nothing better to do that Monday.

'So you place the tab on your tongue like so. Try putting it under your tongue. You'll absorb more of the acid that way.' College is 1/3 learning about your major, and 2/3 Drugs 101. But I have an excuse. I'm a liberal. Whatever that means.

There is something surreal about walking in the street at night with your friends, talking about something profound such as music, all while waiting for the acid you all just took to kick in. But whatever, I was always more into Expressionism anyways.

Sitting. Waiting. There's a lot of waiting and sitting and looking around for clues that I'm starting to trip on acid for the first time. Tick. Tick. The clock is ticking. The Beach Boys on Robbie’s wall are starting to move. Yea. I might be starting to come up. Lets all smoke some weed like a family. We're such hippies.

There’s a knock on the door. Its Brian. He enters the room with an awkward grin on his face and a bag of food in one hand. 'I’m starting to trip the fuck out. The lady at the sushi place confused me. I think there was someone in front of me named Ryan. Or it could have been Brian. You can clearly see my dilemma.'

Time to smoke a cigarette. Sitting outside on the steps leading to the second floor of Robbie’s apartment complex, inhaling and exhaling smoke, I notice that I am starting to see everything in small segments. Sort of like my eyes are taking snapshots of the world around me. Up, up, up.

I enter the apartment once again with the same awkward grin Brian had when he walked in a while ago, look around, and finally answer mans life long question: What would the world look like if all matter were made out of liquid? Everything was a wave moving up and down, up and down, up and down, then suddenly the room would violently jerk for a split second as if there were an earthquake with no sound.

Knock, knock. Its Frankie. After taking the acid, she biked home so she could shower and gather her things as quickly as she could so she didn’t have to bike back while tripped out. I don’t think that worked out exactly as she planned but she was all in one piece. Now that everyone was in one room together, we were ready for our adventure to begin.

'My mania is chill.' Matt is clearly, what in-the-know college students call, tripping balls. What I should have mentioned earlier is that Brian and Matt each took 1 1/2 tabs, 1/2 a tab more than everyone else. But it was good to know that even though Matt was slowly going crazy, his mania remained chill. Don't ask. I wouldn’t know how to answer anyways.

We have entered Pauliverse. The perfect centerpiece for any acid trip is a poster of Paul McCartney with multi-colored cartoon animals bouncing around him mounted on the ceiling. Now that’s no joke. Someone actually thought this would somehow sell. And it did. And now we had Paul staring down at us the entire night as if God were looking down on his from Heaven. If you stared at him long enough, his face would transform completely and he would look like a totally different person. At one point Paul had one of those really thin mustaches and a flat top haircut. He looked classA.

One of the other many in adamant objects that would rule our universe that night was the all encompassing Moshi. And yes, Moshi is a proper noun. Now what is Moshi, you might ask? Good question. Moshi is what makes any drug experience that much better. Moshi relaxes and soothes the brain. Moshi is red and blue cloth stuffed with tiny balls of something. Don't laugh. If you felt it, you wished you could have one, too. Now the reason I even mention Moshi is to lead into the next segment of the night. According to Matt in the Hat, the word 'Moshi' sounds a hell of a lot like the word 'ocean.' And even further, the sentence 'Pass me Moshi', sounds like 'Let's go to the ocean.' So there we were, six kids on acid walking noisily toward the beach at 10pm on a Monday.

'Where are we going again?' We had to keep reminding ourselves where we were going. To Moshi, I mean the ocean. To the beach. To the beach. Don’t laugh. Cops. Shit. Silence. Its amazing the ability cops have to make a group of kids tripping on acid shut the fuck up for 10 min. Or it could have been 4 min. Time was of no relevance at that point.

Even though the cops were out of sight, thanks to Matt and his chilled mania I thought they were following us until we reached the cement hill leading to the beach. I looked back before descending to the ocean in the clear. Looking down to the shore form the top of the steps that lead to the sand, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I saw water but not the same as before. Everything looked like a glob of black. Darkness. This wasn’t as cool as I thought it was going to be but the fresh air felt good against my face.

Quick exit. Apparently Robbie was either tripping out or wasn’t impressed by the Moshi Ocean so he started walking back up the hill. I was indifferent about the whole situation so I just followed. As we were all walking back up the hill, out of the mist and ambient glow that stood in front of us appeared a group of people, seemingly out of nowhere. Now this freaked the fuck out of me. I didn’t know whether these people were real or not. I looked over to Frankie and asked her what the fuck was going on. I think she was as freaked out as I was because she didn’t seem to know either. For some reason Michael Jackson's Thrillar video came to mind. They all seemed like walking zombies that were ready to attack us and eat our flesh. I exaggerate. As soon as we all moved forward towards the crowd of people that were on top of the hill, they all quickly dispersed, which only made me even more confused.

The Outside World only got stranger. We all decided that it would be a good idea to just head back to Robbie’s apartment. We took a short cut through a park. Bad idea. Just as Matt in the Hat mistook 'Moshi' for 'ocean', I mistook a man walking a dog for a man mowing his lawn. Don't laugh. As I saw this, I realized that I didn’t know where the fuck I was. The confusion only lead to fear as in my own delusional mind I realized that we had all somehow ended up in someone’s back yard and we were going to get caught any minute. I could just picture someone coming out of their house, finding six kids wandering aimlessly in their backyard, and having to talk to cops while on acid. Just as quickly as this hallucination began, it disappeared and I found myself breathing again. Phew. 'Where are we going again?' Oh yes. Robbie’s apartment.

We are about to enter the Pepsiverse. As we inched our way forward to Robbie’s apartment, Frankie and I decided that it was time to get some Pepsi. Its our addiction. Note: Liquor stores look fucking weird on acid. The lights are a thousand times brighter and the vegetables are so much more vibrantly colorful. I was in charge of retrieving the soda while Frankie picked out candy. As I walked to the back of the liquor store, I somehow felt like Frankie and I were on a mission. Like a heist. A Pepsi heist. I weaved my way though the aisles and around people, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone. For some reason making eye contact would surely ruin our plan to successfully make it out the door with this stolen Pepsi. The worse part about liquor stores on acid is the cashier lady. The whole buying process sort of confused Frankie and me. We didn’t really know why, but we were glad when we finally got out of there.

We are about to enter the Fishiverse. Robbie has a fish monster in his apartment named Lance. Lance is like the fish version of Grendel from Beowulf. That day Robbie dropped a school of fish into Lances tank. Then the massacre began. Fish tanks look fucking awesome when you’re on acid. The colors and the movement of the fish remind me of the Wes Anderson film Life Aquatic. For those of you who haven’t seen it: Please do. You'll thank me later. But moving on. Every so often we would all gather around the tank and admire its beauty (aka trip the fuck out). During one of our excursions into Fishiverse, we noticed a fish head floating at the bottom of the tank. Lance was a natural born killer. He would hide in the murky shadows on the bottom of the tank, study his prey, and come out with a violent attack where no fish was safe. It was like a cannibalistic Jaws. So of course this grisly sight became the focal point of our trip, along with the Paul McCartney poster that loomed over out heads.

From it we were able to conjure up many philosophical ideas, most of which we quickly lost track of how they even started or why we were even talking about them. Conversations are hard to follow on acid. Conversations started which stemmed to tangents which started other conversations and so forth. Everything from free will, the existence of a higher power, bestiality, to the type of monster you would be if you could be one was covered. Somewhere in the middle a game of chess was played.

I am about to enter the Universe. That’s right. The actual universe. Don’t laugh. At one point I walked out to Robbie’s balchony to get some air and look up at the stars. If you stare at one thing long enough it becomes closer, brighter, and starts to move in all directions. So as I sat there, looking at the stars, everything else disappeared and all that was left was the sky and what seemed like a million shooting stars. I pictured myself being in a spaceship flying all around the galaxy. Then I got lost in the trees, saw a picture of an old Asian couple form from the cracks on the ground below, and headed back inside.

As we were flipping though the channels, we stumbled across some music videos. The face on the TV looked familiar. Holy shit! It was Paul McCartney in some weird fucking psychedelic music video. We could not escape the Pauliverse. It was omnipresent.

The night continued on with more conversations we couldn’t follow, a block of Legends of the Temple, and some terrible George Harrison music videos. I was convinced there was some sort of Beatles conspiracy going on that night.

Ill end this with the wise words of !!!:

'LSD taught me a lot about me, but then again maybe not. I cant remember what I forgot.'

The End.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42221

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 12, 2007	Views: 6,819

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


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

About a few weeks ago, I went to a desert rave/party with my girlfriend. We brought a tent to sleep in and money to potentially acquire something that would make the party that much more interesting. We ended up finding a friend of ours that had legitimate LSD on him on strips of brown blotter paper.

I had about 2.5 hits and my girlfriend had one (she is very small, so our doses were probably at least close to identical, considering weight-ratios). We put the paper in our mouths and went to enjoy the music. After a while, it got cold, so I went with my girlfriend to sit in my car for a little while, while my friend J set up the tent with his girlfriend. As we sat in the car, there was a slight feeling that something wasn't exactly right (this was 30 mins after dropping). Soon enough, lights started to look strange.

I went to help my friend J with the tent (he ended up bringing this gigantic cabin tent by accident, and I did my best to help him out). I found it hard to concentrate on constructing the tent, my attention kept wandering. It didn't help that there was hardcore techno blasting in the background.

The 'come-up' on this drug was undefinable, I can't define the point in time where I started tripping, but before I knew it I was enveloped in the acid experience. Once the tent was up, I just walked in, took off my shoes, and fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably. I was telling my girlfriend that I felt bizarre, and she laughed at me. Colors were swirling before my eyes. No concrete definable shapes at first, just fractal patterns of a rainbow-ish nature.

We cuddled in a sleeping bag for most of the night. I had a long talk with my girlfriend and J about the nature of reality. I felt like thoughts were easily coming to my head. I could easily formulate any concept that I focused my attention on. I felt like I had more than one consciousness; I was processing several realities at once. Before the experience, I had several incomplete personal philosophies about the universe and reality itself; many influenced from both quantum physics and personal, spiritual beliefs. As I said, they were incomplete; I did not know how to finish them. On LSD, it all fell into place. It was like the billion-piece puzzle swirled around in front of me and fell neatly into place; it completed itself. This was unbelievable.

The visuals were great, I could imagine any object in my head, and that object would repeat itself in typical hallucinogen pattering. I could clasp my hands together and pretend that my grip was carrying a ball of intense energy. When I released my hands, it was released upon the world and this was represented visually as a burst of pure energy. Also, let me remind you that we were in the desert. The stars were unmasked by city lights. The sky was alive with false supernovae and shooting stars. It was an incredible celestial dance, the whole midnight sky was alive. But, the most amazing part was when I stared at my girlfriend sometime during the night, as we cuddled. When her eyes opened, energy flowed out of them. An amazing energy that was filled with what I interpreted as the visual representation of pure love. When her eyes closed, it was like when you turn off a faucet: it disappeared. But, the energy began to pile up inside of her and perforated through her skin in an amazing halo of light and emotion. That's the best way I can describe it.

The comedown was, like the come-up, non-existent. Before I knew it, I wasn't tripping anymore really. This occured around 5:30am (I dropped around 10:00pm) and all minor effects were gone by about 8am. As opposed to MDMA, which gives the whole 'OMG I'M ROLLING BALLZ UUGGGGH' sort of thing; a 'druggy', cerebrally punishing sort of high, LSD felt more like I had achieved a new level of consciousness. The drug also left my body without any negative mental effects, and I truly felt immediately that the experience had bettered my life spiritually (as opposed to MDMA, which I usually realize after the serotonin crash, heh). Furthermore, as opposed to a 2C-I or 2C-B experience months before (not exactly sure which drug it was), it didn't feel like the LSD distorted reality. Rather, it added to what was already there.

It was a beautiful experience, I hope to repeat it.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 34383

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 14, 2007	Views: 10,940

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LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I've noticed quite a few reports in which people have a horrible incident with LSD or other substance (though it's usually psychedelics) and decide never to ingest it again.  I'm not going to attack anyone's decision as I used to feel the same way about acid.  After a horrible acid trip during my very haphazard drug days early in high school in which (among other things) I broke a friend's nose, I decided to swear off LSD.  This lasted for roughly 2 and a half years where my drug experimentation calmed down a bit.  I would still indulge in the occasional mushroom trip or pharmy experience and regularly smoked pot and drank, but no more acid.  I know it sounds weird that I would still do mushrooms but one of the main factors I feel that led to my bad experience is the length of time I can trip on acid.  Sometimes a 10+ hour experience is just too much.

Anyway on to the trips.

Something in the Autumn air feels psychedelic and always gives me the urge to go on a journey.  As everyone who trips knows the availability of mushrooms is rather random and either they're around or they aren't.  Slowly I began toying with the idea of using LSD again.  I decided I had to be smarter about it this time and watch my dosage and setting.  In October I found that a friend of mine had returned from a jam band concert out of state with a reasonable amount of acid he was willing to sell.  He informed me it wasn't the strongest acid which I was ok with as I didn't want a hardcore trip.  I bought the lowest amount he would sell which was 5 small tabs.

That Friday I finished class at 11 and met up with my friend J.  The original plan was that I would provide the acid, J would provide weed, and two other friends would bring some opium.  J and I attempted to contact the two others, we’ll call them P and A, from his dorm but had no luck.  Eventually we decided just to head over to my apartment and on the way bought tripping essentials like cigarettes and drinks.  Once we arrived we took some bong hits and then managed to contact P and A.  Unfortunately they did not obtain any opium but were bringing more herb which was just fine with me.

J and I waited awhile for them to arrive but they were taking a very long time so at around 12:45 or so we each took a hit.  P and A then arrived at about 1:15 and neither J or I were feeling anything yet.  P and A ingested their’s and we proceeded to smoke insane amounts of weed through the various pieces in my apartment, including a glass bong and huka.  We were so high from the marijuana that I wasn’t sure if I was feeling the acid or not though when J and I were sitting on the porch and listening to music it became clear that there was a bit more going on than just the high from the weed.  The trees looked more interesting than usual and everything seemed extremely funny.

J and I went back into my apartment with P and A and smoked even more.  By this point we were all talking constantly and laughing a lot, typical threshold effects.  Around 3 o’clock (T+2 hours) we heard a knock on the door.  I at first blocked the door from being answered and with a sudden wave of paranoia glanced out through the peephole.  I was very relieved to see it was another friend of mine.  He knew we were tripping and invited us to his house where there was “more glass”.  I awkwardly allowed someone else to drive my car and we went over to my other friends house where we were pleasantly entertained with psychedelic music, artwork, and incredible amounts of smoking.

The setting was perfect for a light trip as things remained fun and I never hit a disquieting introspection.  Even more entertaining than talking and laughing with everyone was J seeing an old guy from his AA meetings walking passed us as we were obviously messed up on something.  My trip heightened at this point to probably what would be considered a +2 euphoria.  This lasted for another several hours of socializing.  I felt myself coming down around 6 o’clock, though I didn't stop feeling it until around 10PM roughly T+9 hours and I decided to leave to pick up another friend who I was supposed to hang out with for the remainder of the evening.  Driving down the Washington, D.C. beltway blasting white zombie while tripping was probably the one stupid choice I made but luckily there was no disaster.

My next experience was last Friday.  I ingested a slightly more powerful hit at the tale end of the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie.  Again I had another pleasant but mostly threshold experience but I won’t bore you with the specifics of it.

So what is the moral of the story?  Basically that psychedelics can be enjoyed at threshold levels and that you shouldn’t let one bad experience totally ruin a substance for you.  Full blown trips are fun and I’m sure I will have more of those before my tripping days end but there is something to be said for taking a hit of acid and chilling on the body high.  In fact, the tendency of my trips has been to use less and less rather than more and more as I feel that I have seen most of what is to be seen in that place psychedelics take me and I’m not sure that it’s healthy physically, mentally, or spiritually to go there regularly.  I know what’s in the void, I don’t need to see it every day to remember.  My previous bad experience probably could’ve been avoided had I taken a reasonable dose instead of what I did, roughly 7 liquid hits.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 28579

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 23, 2007	Views: 15,203

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 6 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   85 kg

Hmmmm where does one begin. T_T Valentines day this year, sitting at a mates house, 4 of us, waiting eagerly for our sheet of crunchy yumess to arrive, smoking bowls all morning. Finally arrives at about 12ish, after the mad grab and snatch is over I rip off 6 and slide them under my tounge. I quickly rush outside to down a few more cones before it was fruitless.

After the aniexty chills start to run up my neck I retreat back inside to watch some tv as the amazingly bitter taste in my mouth starts to intensify. We have had these tabs before, and I had experimented with them a plenty after end of school exams, so I had a good idea in my mind what to expect from 6 at once. The problem was, I was horribly wrong, it soon became apparent to me that thinking I could calculate how high I would get was fucking retarded, as acid is acid.

Still watching Tv about 45 min in, my jaw felt as if it was being streched from my mouth to the ground. This then started to turn into excrutiable pain and I swallowed them. My 3 friends who had taken 1, 2, 3 tabs respectively were starting to notice I was beginning to come up and started joking around to calm me down, this worked a little, then I went and layed down on the floor on my side as my jaw felt too heavy to stand anymore.

Lieing on the ground my trip suddenly lurched into full gear, and the world started to warp all around me though I was quite comfortable. If any of you know the cover art for the tool album lateralus my vision was surroned with those eye like drawings that are continually joined up, this flowed right around me and seemed to be intergrated into everything I saw. My mates at this time were playing need for speed:most wanted for some reason. It was at this point the synaesthesia kicked in and and instead of feeling the carpet my head was rubbing against I was hearing roars from some sought of animal. I cant remember how long I was actually content lying there, but it was interupted by everyone wanting to listen to music instantaneously, so we all got up and began searching for something to listen to.

From this point on all information is from what I remembered from the day, what I have remembered from then to now, what other people have told me, and from flashbacks, this is my story,

It was probably only a couple of seconds before I forgot what I was doing and was just randomly walking around the house backwords and forth watching everyone pass me, everyone laughing. No matter where I seemed to go, there always seemed to be a path for me to walk down, even though I was certain the way I was going would lead to a dead end. This felt like it went on for about an hour, but I had absoutely no caring on the matter, till it dawned to me that this was the only thing I could remember doing for a very long time. I suddenly got VERY scared. But I could not stop walking, I went faster and faster, and I could of swore I was just continually going in a straight line with my friends just passing by me, smiling, muttering something that when I tried to listen to just sounded like jibberish.

I set a goal for myself to get away from everyone and lie down, eventually I found the bunk beds in the lower room and just crashed there, for how long I was there before I was disturbed I dont know. The next part of the trip I remember very little of probably because nothing life threatening happened, as I just stayed in this room, lying on the ground, coming down a bit from the first peak talking to a sober friend who had just joined us. All I remember was talking about past trips while fucking, and that his face looked like ned flanders did after homer ate insanity peppers. As I started to peak again, I totally forgot I was on acid and asked apperently the same question over and over,

'Guys I feel weird. What the fuck have we done. Were on drugs arent we'

'yes 12'

'What are we on'

'LSD'

'What's LSD'

'The thing that makes you go mmmmmmmmmmm'

This was the only conversation that I had with my friends, repeated exactly the same way time and time again, as I tripped around in my own world happily and oblviously. For some reason, I'm not quite sure, the visuals died down a bit, but the mental aspect of the trip kicked up about 50 notches. I forgot who I was, where I was, How any human functions worked (eating, breathing, fridges). Its hard to desribe how I felt, but it was a mixture of fear, total confusion and acceptance.

Now what I have failed to mention up to this point, is that my girlfriend broke up with me the week before, whom I was dearly attached to for a plethora of reasons, but thats another story. And for the first time of the day I started to dwell on it. Why I could remember this and not who, what, why, where is still a mystery to me. As analytical thoughts go on acid, I started to feel pretty shit and walked into the bottom room which turned into a completle different offplanet mining cave as soon as I entered, I really didn't give a shit though, and I jus sat there and went into the 'acid zone' where I just totally drifted away from my body and just thought about the world, life, existence, purpose etc etc.

Somehow, and piece by piece is revealved to me everyday, I mapped from me losing my girlfriend, to the purpose of the universe, in one big circle, and as it clicked I was separted COMPLETELY from my body to what I thought was 'gods view' at the time, where I was watching humanity, thinking omfg what a pathetic existence, this made me then turn around to myself and anaylse my own existence, realising that everything I did was completely futile and the only thing that ever made me happy was my girlfriend.

At this point, my removed self as god, removed itself from my removed self, and started to talk to me, spilling its guts about how the universe is just a joke, and that we are all just meanigless spotches when looked at from a 'proper' other worldy viewing. I asked him what he meant, he just smiled and then everything got very fast all of a sudden and I was pulled back into a swirl of colours then black.

When I regained conciousness, I had abosutely no memory of what had just transpiered, that I had taken any drugs that day, and I 100% believed that I was dreaming. I laughed to myself at how vivid my dream was and walked outside to be amazed at how detailed everything was, and that my friends were here in my dream too. I suddendly got the urge to put 'consume things' I dont think it was hunger, but I just wanted to put things in me. The problem was I had no idea how, blaming this on the dream, I tried to digest a cone with my mind, slamming my head into a frozen meat pie, consequently running around madly as I couldnt understand why I couldnt fix the increasing urge to consume that I was feeling.

My friends at this stage made the logical assumption that I was 100% off my head and that I was to be watched no matter what. Somehow I got away from them, and started to make coco pops as soon as my friend (whos house it was) came into the kitchen, I got 1 frame of knowledge, I guess you could call it, of what knowledge was bestowed upon to me in my god to god talk. The scene that then progressed, of my friend telling me off for spilling coco pops everywhere, was already in the back of my head (so I thought) and that I was playing out word for word for what I thought. This scared the living shit out of me, as random images flashed into my head of what had transpired.

Was this a dream? What was happening? How did I just know exactly what was about to happen? Freaked I ran out the door with my friends fresh on my heels, I forgot all about what had just occoured, and we walked to another mates house for a change of scenery. Upon ariving there, I remembered what just happened, tipped out all the water they were trying to use to fill the bong for some reason, and just piss bolted, according to them, faster then anything they have ever seen before, off into town.

'I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming, this is all just a stupid dream.' To prove this to myself I walked into 7/11 and stole candy bars and just walked out eating them, totally ignoring the people shouting behind me. I then walked down to the corner store and stole an icecream, upon which the owner confronted me, and in a very life like manner told me off. This then threw me off, as the thought of 'This isn't a dream.' creeped into my head.

I ran to the train station, hoping to catch a train home, as home I guess symbolies some thought of saftey. I thought I could give the dream testing one more go, by randomly grabbing some chick and making out with her. Luckily the surrealness of everything around me, and the chick next to me, looking at me as if I was some drugged out kid =p, convinced me otherwise. I took the train, making very careful not to miss my stop, because just like in a dream, life seems to be stopped and moving all at once.

Once I got to the train station I SPRINTED the 3km uphill to my house, where again, I was convinced I was dreaming, my brother was home. But then it happened. I saw the time, I saw what was on T.V. and realised that in no way this could be a dream, at this moment the whole day just came crashing back onto me. In a paniced rush I rang my ex, I have no idea why, and as soon as she picked up, just like the cocopops, I felt as if every word she said, every noiance in her voice I knew. Then it clicked.

The universe stopped moving, and started to revolve around me, and every single event that happened, is happening and will happen was thrust into my brain. The pain of this was completely un imaginable, I hit the deck holding my head trying not to scream. The visuals at this point had all but subsided. After I got up, I 'watched' the universe move forward while I remained 'still' in time, space whatever. The depression/dread/w.e that hit me cannot be put into words. Life is scripted, I have all the knowledge of it, hence life is pointless to live.

I looked at my family, put on my shoes and walked out onto the road, cursing everyone for there ignorance, those fucking lucky fools. I had to die. I felt there was no choice in the matter whatso ever, living with this kind of feeling was not even a remote option in my head. I looked for a high ledge to jump off found none, a car turned the corner, I sat, watched, till it came just close, ran and jumped sideways into it. No thoughts, no flashbacks of my life, my brain draw a complete naught, as the car hit and I blacked out.

I regained conciousness, I'm guessing 10 min in, as the ambulance was next to me and people were standing all around me, I looked to the side of me and saw that I was lying in a pool of my own blood, my knee looked as if it had been shatted. I felt 0 pain. I had 0 thouhts. I was taken to the hospital, were it wasn't till I was actually in intensive care till I finally thought something which was 'Fuck, as soon as I get out of here, I'll need to find something tall to jump off.'

A psych eventually came up to me and asked me to go over what had happened, and I told him pretty much everything. But then I thought to myself. No. That was a grave mistake. If life is scripted, and I lived, then I must of lived for a reason. This, I figured, is why no one can ever know the meanning of life, as once they know it, it drives them to suicide.

He then got on the phone and started to talk to someone. I thought I overheard him talking to some dude about how I was the one they had been looking for. The only thing that I thought he could be on about, was that I was the chosen one, that all knowledge of the universe was stored on my brain and that people were going to come in the night capture me, and use my brain as a means to take total control of the world, thus throwing it into total choas.

If that day I felt the saddest anyone could ever be, that night I felt more scared then anyone could ever be. I sat in my room, with a screw I had winded out of the drawers next to me in one hand, waiting to stab the person in the face that was going to come and get me in the middle of the night. The problem was I also had no sleep the night before. Yet I stayed awake all night, the mins ticking by as if they were hours, freaking out of my fucking mind, till morning finnaly came and I was completly sober.

The outcome was a broken back, as well as my back being cut to shit (I have the most intense scarring), but my knee was fine, just bloodied. This event has totally changed my life and the way I think, it triggered mutiple mental disorders, and for at least 30 min everyday, I become completely detached from reality and just anaylse it like I do on acid. Everytime I think of my ex, or see her I get flashbacks that 1 out of 3 times cause me to vomit. The only positive thing I have gained out of this is a profound understanding of people, life and how they work, despite not feeling human myself.

I could of put alot more into this, but its hard to remember it all at once, bits and pieces come to me randomly.

Despite all this I still went raving three days later and candy flipped.

And that was Valentines day 2006

12

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53518

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 20, 2007	Views: 12,334

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Relationships (44), Post Trip Problems (8), Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Bad Trips (6)


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

		   T+ 0:20
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I think I should start out by saying that, in my honest opinion, everyone of strong will should have the right to experiment with LSD and similar drugs. There is a lot one can learn, and to have the tight grip of linear reality snap, even temporarally, is priceless. Such experiences can lead to searching for spiritual truths, with the knowledge from experience, that these truths exist. Don't be scared from my story, but of course try to learn from it.

This happened a couple years ago, but that in no way has dimished the lucidity of these memories. It's like the flash of color in the apple in the novel 'The Giver', something that stands out so much that it can never be forgotten.

A friend of mine, say Carl, had scored some blotter. I had heard that some acid was floaing around, but as usual, it had all been 'allocated' before I could score some. And I was broke.

So on the bus on the way a mutual bud's house, I tried to plead with Carl to float me some fry. He declined, haveing only a few hits, like ten or so. But I persisted, and eventually it was agreed that he would throw me four hits if I gave him my glass pipe, which was decent quality and worth about 30 bucks, so it was a decent deal. In terms of money I got ripped off, but you can't trip on a glass pipe like you can LSD, no matter how much resin it has in it, so I felt it was square.

So we got to my friends' house. We'll call them Tom and Seth. Tom and Seth rented the bottom half of a duplex. The guy that lived in the top was cool so nobody worried about him calling the cops if things got out of hand.

So I'm sitting there with a sandwhich baggie with my four hits in it. We toked a few bowles out of pipes and bongs and Seth played some mellow melodic trance. It was a cool scene and the people were all great. I decided to eat two of the four. I had done weak ass liquid before on sugar cubes, so what I thought acid was and what it really is were two totally different things. So I ate the hits. They had pink elephants dancing in skirts on the blotter squares. I'll never forget that.

About twenty minutes went by and the rush didn't come on. My step brother was also there and he said that I should eat the other two hits. I declined, saying that I wanted to see how intense it was first. He called me a pussy and all the other terms usually used in peer pressure, so I ate the two hits. Big mistake? Depends on your perspective. On thing is for sure, Never give in to peer pressure. That's when you really become the bitch, not by holding your own, but by giving in.

So, about ten more minutes go by, and I get a bit disappointed. So I take a bong rip. It's like the dam broke. Instantly I was tripping balls, but within my limit. I guess this is a very common experience, weed kicking in the fry.

After a while of total amusement at walls breathing in unson with me, growing carpet, Goku on Seth's DBZ poster winking at me and trying to 'super saijin' of the page, the flock mind decided to go to the neighbor's house. The block they lived on was a row of duplexes, and everyone was cool who lived there. Now that I look back, it was the perfect chill spot. So we get to this dude Sam's house, and Sam generously offers a round of bowls. There's like six of us at Sam's house, and we are all frying but Sam. So after a while sitting in Sam's room, everyone crazy-eyed and looking at these strange fractal patters on the walls and carpet. Some people amused by the hairs growing and corkscrewing on their technicolor skin, others just giggling, Sam says 'So you're all frying?' And that was when decided to leave.

So Paul, who was also at the 'party', drives me and my step brother Greg, and Carl to my house. On the way I start climbing way too quick, already way out of the league of my other two fry experiences. I get scared, unable to orient myself. Nothing seems solid, and the whole drive was one stoplight that blurred into the next. The lights creating massive tracers that linger like crazy. the people next to me melting into thecar, which itself rolls live water around. I ask Paul to take me home, and he says, in a agitated voice, that's where we're going. I later found out that Paul was the only one of us who didn't score some acid, and was pretty pissed about it.

Eventually we get to my pad. And this is when shit hits the fan. I immediately and instinctively go to my room, sit down on my bed, and try to pick up the pieces of my head and 'hold it' together. It's like my headspace is flowing over the ground and I will it back into my skull. I try to put a cd in my player, by I can't manage to get it in the damn drawer, so I leave it on the grownd. Then I let go, and it starts.

This is the closest analogy I can come up with. Sitting there, watching the opposite wall, this 'thing' manifests. Not like a creature, but some organic construct. It looks like what a really intricate glass pipe being blown would look like if it was like ten feet tall and molten, liquid color. Or maybe 'solid' smoke. Colored oil also seems fit. Now, this totally enthralls me, this throbbing living liquid glass formation in front of me. Then it hits me: everything is linked to it, it is linked to everything, including my mind.

This thought makes the formation flare up, and I can FEEL this action, and my whole perspective is 'tugged' by it. I can control it! I was, for lack of a better term, like sex. The more I felt it the more it flared and then the more I felf it. Then something else hit me: Am I controling it, or is it controling me? Whith this thought, I relinquish my ego, and the thing gravitates the whole universe into it, all my senses feel this. I hear wind, feel it in every cell, see it as manifest thought-light. No thoughts. Just raw experience. Then these 'eyes' open up everwhere, and they too participate in this 'gathering'. Then I have this feeling, like every one, every human, all beings, are here too. I can somehow feel them, I remember my backpack hanging on the wall. Every particle, every atom, was a different being. A different universe, unique yet the same, totally equal.

I could see people doing mundane things in these eyes, like doing laundry. I remember seeing a girl doing homework. I could feel their minds. I knew that I too was just one more being in this collective existence. All the actions people were doing equated, they all were the same action somehow. There was a sameness, but moving and alive and free. Everything was balanced. I felt geat compassion for the other beings that I saw, doing all the things, not knowing that they had the essence of existence, the Truth, unchanging and pure, in their laundry! It was absurd, but it was true! I felt at peace, there was nothing to do, nowhere to go, the question was answered, because it didn't even exist in the first place. everything was new and fresh and changing, yet unchanging. All paradoxes met themselves and danced.

Then a transition happened. I don't know how long I was in the 'eye' room, time having been left with my body far away in the cunfusion of dualism. But now everything had faded into this infinate black and white 'pinwheel'. It was infinate in size so I could not see its edges of shape.  All my perceptions became one feeling as thispinwheel spun slowly. Black and white waves circlind an invisible center. 'Whoosh!': A sensation felt heard seen and tasted all at once. Whoosh!...Whoosh!.. As it turned. I had no thought, just the experience of it. No peace, no lack of peace. No fear, no lack of fear.

Then something was 'offered' to me. This is the only way I can describe it. I pulled away, refusing, but not with fear, with the feeling 'That's okay, I don't need it.' Words can't accurately describe the way the lack of 'I' 'turned down' the 'offer'. In fact 'I', 'turned down', and 'offer' all taint the experience. It was like a letting go, the most beautiful feeling I can remember ever having in my life. Now I say this with no pride, for there was no such thing at that particular time. I don't think 'God' was offering me some 'Reward', in fact I don't know what 'it' was, but that's what happened. Don't puff up or feel jeajous, you were there too. A very srtange experience indeed.

Sometime in the night I fell asleep. I had blackedout when the glass formation 'gravitated the universe'. I woke up, still frying mind you, but in a body with an ego and opinions and sense of self and all the goodies that come with the deal. Carl called me a faggot and left. I couldn't understand why. I still was way out of it. My room was trashed. The window was broken, some of my cds were broke all over the floor, my bedframe was leaning on the wall, and there were holes in the walls themselves.

It seems that my body had a trip of it's own while my mind left. I had, being told afterwords by the people who were there, taken off all my clothes, spat on people, tried to hit them, masturbated in front of everyone, and tried to have sex with men and women alike. Thankfully my mom and stepdad slept upstairs during this event, or the trauma of what 'I' did might have been too much to handle. Imagine waking from a bad trip only to find out you hit on your mom.

It took a while for my friends to accept me back. They had all seen 'freakouts' before, but none of this caliber. I was eventually forgiven even by the faggot-calling Carl. I even gained a strange form of respect from everyone. I tried to tell some people what happened, but nobody got it. Others got all puffed up and thought I was trying to 'become' something. The ego can't describe to beings with egos what happened when the ego itself was dead. It's kinda like trying to tell someone what chocolate tastes like when they just have to eat it themselves. I guess I can say that I tasted a very special form of chocolate, and I wish everyone else could too.

You can see now why it depends on ones own perspective if this was a bad trip or not. I could have easily killed myself, been beaten, thrown in jail, I could have ran outside and made a fool of myself and never heard the end of it, or be 'perma-fried'. Every once in a while, I remember doing or seeing something else during the backout period. Most of the memories aren't easy.

Everyone agrees that the acid was good, but nobody fried that hard that night. I would never do it again, but I don't regret doing it. I hope you got something out of my story.

-Kennny

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 34671

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 24, 2007	Views: 7,098

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 5 shots
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:30
		 2 shots
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

I recently did LSD for the second time, and also got completely drunk for the first time, so I thought I might contribute to this wonderful site. Past drug history includes a ton of marijuana (I was one of the biggest stoners in my area), more DXM then I should've done, other pharmaceuticals, opium, and amphetamine. I loved to smoke pot, but unfortunately overindulged and became blind to the world I was living, eventually leading to me getting busted. I haven't smoked in 8 months, and have 6 months more of probation, but learned a lot about myself in that time. Marijuana is my favorite drug, but now LSD ranks next to it.

Past experience with LSD was approxiamately equivalent to 3-4 hits. It was overwhelming but positive, until the end when it turned downhill. I had so many questions and began losing contact with my ego, fearing I was stuck in a state of hallucinogenic psychosis. My friends told me the answer was I'm on acid, which I couldn't comprehend, raving 'you have no idea'. I freaked out, and pleaded to God to let me keep my sanity.

The following week I was a wreck. It took a while to mentally rehabilitate myself. Since then I did mushrooms on a few occasions, and smoked salvia. These experiences led me to want to try LSD again. I know the wonders it can perform on an individual, and armed with more knowledge and experience I was determined to face what LSD would give me with arms wide open and a smile on my face. This lead me to my present affair. I have never been totally drunk, only buzzed due to I believe the history of alcoholism in my family and thus a high alcohol tolerance.

SO THE ADVENTURE BEGINS; OUR HERO IS PARTYING IN A BASEMENT WHEN OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS SHARPLY AT THE DOOR ~ ~ ~

T+0:00(8:30 PM?)- I was hanging out at my friend K's with people, and we had just aquired a 1/5 of rum. We were shooting pool, playing Xbox 360 and rocking out to Maximum Unicorn while jamming in the back room. Friends D, Z, and myself went to do some shots of the rum. I slammed down 5, and went back to playing pool. Z dropped 2 hits of LSD, and hooked me up with one I threw down on earlier in the week.

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

T+0:30 - Feeling buzzed and partying to  the music on stereo, D, Z, S, and myself head out to D's. I drive S home (don't drink and drive, I wasn't drunk but one should never risk it), then return to D's to spend the night. I drove D and Z to the local Family Video, where we rented the 40 Year Old Virgin. Without much thought I dropped my hit, with rousing cheers of approval from D and Z. We return to D's, and I bring in my guitar and FX. I begin to feel flushed and happy.

T+1hr - We pop in the movie while I sip on the rest of my Captain's, feeling warm, and noticing the coming up on LSD. Colors being to brighten and I get a little giddy. My friend's TV is messed up and the contrast adjusts automatically, which adds to the effect and projects me into my LSD state of mind.

T+1:30 - The movie is hilarious, but time seems to slow way down. I sip my alcohol, and start drawing insights fromm the film, making connections between life and the movie, and how there are lessons to be learned. Basically cognizant and laughing my ass off every 30 seconds (which seems like 5 minutes).

T+2:00 - I begin to get restless because the movie feels as if it has been on for my whole life and then some. I go piss and begin to notice patterns on my friends bathroom floor. The grey concrete has geometrical patterns of white light, now starting to move about. I think to myself 'sweet!', and go back to the movie.

T+2:30 - I feel fantastic! I finish my alcohol, and the movie finally ends. The walls begin to breathe, and I feel heavy and light at the same time. I call up my friend M, and she wants me to come over, but D says 'no' and something about me being fucked up too much. I dissent like a little schoolboy disagreeing with his parents but comply (hahaha). I swing around a metal support pole and think to myself 'I'm going to fall over now', which I do and laugh. I'm having a grand ole' time.

T+3:00 - Time begins to blur, like my vision is. The walls are breathing, and I begin to have dramatic visual perception shifts. I turn on my guitar and hook it up to my new delay modeler, and begin my night of electric stimulation. The music sounds so profound, and occasionally echoes and reverberates in my mind. I'm focused, happy, warm, and cognizant.

T+4:00? - I don't know what time it is. As I play I create a story in my head to go with the music, and begin to narrate to Z. I'm creating universes with my riffs, an electric jam for all seasons. Everychord and note sounds so right, as if it should be. Every choice I make reflects the outcome of what I am. I change musical styles for different aspects of my world. Vibrant chromatic auras appear around objects, and Z's face is beautiful, his hair reflects the light and shimmers. D tries to go to sleep, and his face keeps shifting. I tell Z he reminds me of a lizard hanging on a rock in the desert, perhaps a Jim Morrison reference; Z was quoting the Lizard King.

D remarks that I sound good, but that I have to try and keep it down. While playing I revisit my past acid experience, I become overwhelmed in a state of euphoria, realizing I have overcome my past folly, ushering a new state of openess and bliss. I have an epiphany, 'The answer to the acid question is music.' The changes in keys and syles and notes reflect the choices we make in life, and the outcome is how we view it. I have conquered the demons of past battles, and am master of my destiny, the vessel under my control as I explore the vast seas of wisdom. The poet's whim implants in my brain and throws a party. Dance the night away, maidens weep while children play? By the way you should read Henry David Thoreau, i.e. 'Walden', great book with wise insights.

T+Till I go to bed around 6 AM - I play my symphony and stand in awe of all around me. I feel as though I am one with all, I thank God for creating me and letting me experience life with everyone. I narrate to Z a story of a whale, with inspiration I obtained from 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. This whale is called into existence miles above the surface of the earth. As he falls he ponders life's questions and mysteries, and remarks at the beauty of creation. Instead of slamming into solid ground, I state he dissovles into the ocean and is absorbed by other living things, for their benefit thus creating an endless transition of knowledge from creature to creature.

I then ramble on for another hour, and just play as I gaze at my surroundings. My vision is blurred, and I have acid vision, D's exercise equipment breathes, and his walls and floors follow suit. Artistic patterns and fractal designs dance merrily across breathing surfaces, brilliant spirals and colors shine in my mind's eye. D's body shifts and changes shapes, his face changes expressions though he is alseep. Z and I don't speak much, but we feel this connection, like

'Man It's just so amazing.'

'I know man.' (excellent stereotypical stoner vocab)

Words don't describe the emotion and the overall fervor, so I close my mouth and let the music speak for me. I play until about 5:30 AM, then lay down on the floor and go to sleep sometime around 6.

T+12:00? (around 9 AM) - I wake up around 9 as if I had blinked, not feeling like I slept. I have a headache, and the LSD effects have dissipated, except the emotional afterglow and sense of well being. I couldn't remember much of the movie, except that it was funny. This experience was much more positive than the last, and has given me an even more positive outlook for LSD.

Until next time, happy trips and stay smart.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 49305

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 24, 2007	Views: 16,906

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 kg

I started off the night by dissolving a sugar cube soaked in a rather potent mixture of LSD that my friends and I had been enjoying of late. Normally I would take two for a strong trip, like I was after tonight, but I had decided to experiment with mixing other drugs with LSD to change the psychedelic experience.

This Acid was particularly pleasant as it came on fast. After an hour I was already getting strong visual distortions, the usual warping effects that one experiences while under the influence of LSD. I waited another two hours until I was starting into the peak of the journey, where the visual distortions became full blown, open eye hallucinations, auditory hallucinations and that warped sense of thought that starts to come about. It was now that I decided to take my hit of Ketamine.

The Ketamine was in a pill, so it may have contained MDMA and other ingredients, but the main compononent was the Ketamine, and it was the K hit we were after. Myself and two of my friends crushed up a pill each and snorted a line. We then rolled a joint and shared it around. Half an hour later I was beginning on the most intense trip that I had ever experienced. First I was hit by an intense feeling of numbness, offset by euphoria, and I could hear strange sounds echoing in the background. I remember looking at one of my friends, who said something to me, but I couldn't make out what was said. Suddenly I forgot how to differentiate between sight, sound, taste, smell and touch. It all became a whirlwhind blur of intense visuals and sounds.

I remember watching a spot on the wall that seemed to be crumbling inwards, then an intense burst of light exploded from that spot. I watched the light trail and it became a dragon. It twisted and turned, split into two, then rushed towards me. I let out a frightened yelp as I was overcome by the light wave and sat up suddenly. I can't remember lying down, but obviously I had done it  previously. I started to think about that, but quickly lost my train of thought. I could hear something in the distance, something just beyond my reach. I tried to grab at it, but I failed and was only rewarded by a maniacal laugh that sent a shiver running up and down my spine.

This is when the fear started to hit me. It crept up my spine slowly but surely, my heart started to race, I could hear the blood pumping through my veins... THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP... suddenly this just became another sound swept up in the whirlwhind of psychedelic colours. I watched as a rainbow myriad of patterns washed over me and I saw in them evil creatures dancing, taunting me and laughing over and over in that horrid, evil laugh. I tried to let out a scream, I wanted to get out of there, I wanted to run, to escape the horrid hell that I had fallen into; when I realised that I had no voice. All things became meaningless, time had lost all relevance, reality no longer existed, all that was and all that there ever would be was my soul, my being, my very existence.

At this point I got stuck in a loop where I convinced myself I was some kind of deity stuck in a pre-infantile state where I was not fully aware of my awesome powers, and that I could only tap into them slightly through dreaming up my reality. I forgot now that I was on any kind of drugs and as I watched my soul float away from my body, higher and higher into the myriad of colours I started to lose my sense of composure. For lack of a better word, I freaked out because I thought that my soul was being torn from my body and I would have no way to return to my divine essence, doomed forever to obscurity in purgatory. Obviously some other deity was responsible for this, one who knew about my infantile state where I was stuck in a dream, and now that I was awakening they were trying to dispose of me. I tride to scramble my way back to my body, but I realised that as a soul I had no arms or legs.

At this stage I was yelling and squirming on the floor, and my friends were trying to calm me down, but I still couldn't comprehend them. After a while my soul seemed to return to my body and I started to calm down, focusing on the still shifting, pulsing patterns and entrancing sounds echoing all around me. I have no idea how much time had passed, but I was still tripping intensely, and by the time I could finally comprehend that there were other Human beings in the room with me, it had been nearly nine hours since I had taken the LSD. It still took about another half hour before I could follow conversation sufficiently to respond to my friend's queries, at which point I assured them that I was ok.

Speaking with my two other friends who had combined the three, I got similar reports. It seems that the dissosciative effect of Ketamine combined with the psychedelics of Acid creates a very, very intense out of body experience that is very difficult to differentiate between reality and the effects of the drug. I have no doubt whatsoever that the sheer intensity of this was due in large to the mixing of Weed with the other two, however. While I would reccommend the experimentation of Ketamine with Acid, combining Cannabis with this as well is a very intense and disturbing experience.

While I enjoyed myself, and am pleased to have experienced such an intense journey, it is not a combination that I think is meant for Human use. It is very, very easy to panic and have a bad trip on this combination, and were it not for the fact that my friends and I are all experienced trippers who knew how to handle it, I think that things wouldn't have turned out so well. Out of the three of us, I enjoyed it the most, one said it was interesting and the other said he hated every second of the trip. We all agreed it was something that we would never combine again.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47491

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 26, 2007	Views: 12,164

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   54 kg

A group of us had gathered to take acid one Friday night. We had planned this following a trip we’d had the weekend before, we acquired 7 blotters of acid with the Mandelbrot set printed on them. After hours of waiting around we headed over to our friends place at around 10:00 pm. There was me, K, F, M, G, C, B and a friend of F’s I didn’t know (let’s call him S), who wasn’t tripping. We ventured to a very posh suburb of Sydney to where K lived. At around 11:00 when we arrived we dropped the acid. I felt massive anticipation after I chewed up the little blotter, I could feel rushes of excitement through my body.

We decided to leave the house since K’s parents were still home and go to a very large park near his house. The park is a playing field next to a lighthouse, over to the far side the park stops and there is a cliff with a VERY large drop, then it’s the ocean. We strolled around the park for a while, all of us very excited and thinking that we were ‘starting to feel something’. The others were obsessed with the idea of going over the fence and sitting on the cliff, something I was not up for. We walked to the far corner of the park; we could feel the acid coming on. When we reached the corner everyone but me and S jumped over the fence and sat on the cliff.

I hung out on my side of the fence with S for what seemed like hours, we smoked some weed, talked a little bit, nothing exciting. But then, all of a sudden I look at the ground and it seemed as if the cracks were growing, there were cool colours and I was enjoying it. I alerted S to this, he seemed cool, he was having speed and weed, I giggled and called it ‘spweed’. I looked into the sky and the clouds were moving much faster than usual, like in time lapse photography. The clouds were also forming patterns similar to the Mandelbrot set, which I found interesting because what was something I experienced the week before at a trip at K’s house.

I started to grow bored, they would come up from the cliff and were trying to convince me to come as well. I decided against it because acid + cliffs = bad things. I jumped the fence once or twice, but never made it all the way down. Eventually they all came up, I was disappointed that I couldn’t go down, it sounded like they were having a great time down there. We played around the park for a while, giggling and so on, running around, etc. Me and a couple of people walked over to the road (this is a huge playing field so we were quite far away from everyone else), K and G wandered off down a street and we didn’t know where they were going. We turned back and found M and F sitting down and laughing. I wanted to find K and G, eventually convincing F and M to follow us to the road.

I had been noticing how the world gained a strange blue/green/purple tinge to it, everything seemed so alien and weird. We found G and K after what seemed like years sitting on the slope by the road. We sat in the grandstand for a while, just me G and K. We talked for a while, waited till the others found us then decided to go to the graveyard which was basically across the road. We walked over, all the others being loud and hitting stuff, they were drawing way too much attention to us and I was getting paranoid. We all got into the graveyard and started to walk down the rows, we would grab a ‘mate’ or two and walk.

This was for me the best part of the trip. At first it was me, G and S walking around and talking. Me and G are very good friends, he is someone I would like to trip with much more often. We would sit in a little tucked away space and me and G would talk weird acid things, forgetting and laughing. We walked for a while, looking into the graves, not being able to make out what was there, everything seemed very alien, the visuals were truly spectacular. Eventually we all decided to go off on little ‘alone trips’ around the graveyard. I wasn’t in the mood for an alone trip, I wanted to talk with my friends, but they didn’t want to so I had no choice. I wandered around the graveyard, looking at graves and following the rows and small alleyways, hoping to bump into one of my friends. It was an extremely deep trip so to speak, I didn’t have any profound thoughts on life or anything, which was what I wanted, but I had fun with what I had.

Every now and again I would bump into someone, talk for a second and then they would just walk off into the darkness. I walked around and started to think to myself how the LSD experience was a hypersensitivity of sorts, I felt hypersensitive to colour, sound, light, energy and vibration. I thought about his until I found B, M and F around a couple of crypts, climbing on them and into them. None of them were in much of a mood for a conversation so I left, bumping into K and G a couple more times.

Then at one point I started to have a bad trip, I was walking along one of the rows and all of a sudden I felt completely alone. Normally I could feel my friends around me, I knew they were in the graveyard but I couldn’t see them. Anyway, this feeling suddenly vanished and I was alone, I began thinking that they everyone had left the graveyard and knowing they were on acid they could have gone virtually anywhere. I began to freak out. I could see people jumping up from behind tombstones, running and hiding behind other tombstones. I ran through the rows hoping to find someone when I bumped into K, I knew I was fine. I decided to stick with the others from then on.

Everyone decided to leave and we couldn’t find G, we looked for him and when I found him he was sitting on a large tomb staring blankly in front of him, he wouldn’t respond to me, when I spoke to him, he would look at me and then keep staring. I sat down next to him and stared at what he was staring at, I said to him: “Now I know why you picked this spot” It was a perfect view of the front gate and the layout of graveyard, it was like a long passage with trees at the end, and everything was drooping and melting and bleeding, doing weird acid things. I was in awe of what I saw, it was spectacular.

The others were standing on the road shouting for us to come to them, I told G we’d better go, but again he didn’t respond. I was envious of him, he was having the trip I wanted to have, but I wasn’t in that headspace, I was kind of paranoid and just didn’t want to attract attention, but our names were being screamed very loudly at all hours of the morning. I also felt like I was bumming his trip a little, he was very silent and introspective, and there I was telling him we’d better go and talking to him. Eventually he got up and walked out, I followed.

I walked ahead of the others, again they were making noise and hitting things, my paranoia grew. I walked as fast as I could to the slope from the field to road, watching them dance around the roundabout with cars going past and so on. I admired how the street looked, and how the sky looked, I took in my surroundings. I saw G walking ahead as well, I caught up to him. He greeted me and we walked. The next bit is a little hazy. This was a month ago and I’m still piecing together what happened. I think we went back to K’s house and sat in a room I referred to as the ‘think tank’ or ‘headspace’. The others had been looking for us and we all laughed when they came back to K’s accepting defeat, and found us rolled up in doona’s staring at the walls.

G went to sleep. I attempted to sleep, but couldn’t. The others said they were going to see the sunrise, so I followed. We wandered up the road to the cliff, I was still tripping, cracks in the road stretched and grew as I walked, and we crossed the big road over the cliff end. I didn’t have my shoes on, so I sat in a bus stop to put them on. I went in where my friends had gone, and thinking I was on private property, I got to the end and jumped over the fence. I continued along the walkway in this beautiful path/park along the cliff. I got to a point where I had no idea where I or they were. I found a payphone across the street and called K, he said they were near me and on the cliff. I continued along with no luck and the walkway ended, so did that park. I’d obviously gone past them and had to back track (a good 500 metres). I walked along, rich snobby people shaking their heads, I thought it was funny.

Eventually I could see people on a cliff about 200 metres ahead of me, ‘is that them?’ I thought. I walked over and surely enough it was them, they were right next to the lighthouse where I’d jumped the fence, I’d gone straight past them and then on for another half a kilometer or so. I sat and stared at the sunrise, the line between the ocean and the sky was blurred, and the two look like one. I was still tripping, not as intense as before, it was a calm and content type tripping. The sky/ocean was beautiful, truly one of if not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I thought to myself ‘this is what god must look like’.

We had a couple of bongs, I still didn’t go over and sit on the cliff. We eventually left and went back to K’s house where G was just waking up. We hung around for a while, eventually me and G decided to leave. We were in an acid haze, we weren’t tripping but we weren’t exactly sober. This time to me was the downtime after the trip. Me and G walked for hours down a main road, every now and again we would stray off the main road to find a ‘nook’, a little park or something to sit in. We walked and talked for nearly three hours, just talking about the trip, our friends, life, and laughing about the snobby people we walked past who looked at us shaking their heads.

After walking for 12 kilometres and having a great few hours with G, we reached a bus depot and simply went separate ways, he went left I went right, one of the best few hours I’ve spent with a friend simply ended without a goodbye, but we were content, we’d had a huge night, I got home in the afternoon and went straight to sleep.

In retrospect the trip was not as meaningful as I had hoped, however it was one of the best nights of my life, I had an amazing trip, and got a chance to connect more with my friends, especially G.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 32547

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 6, 2007	Views: 4,801

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