		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 3:45
		 0.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

First Time Candyflipping

I'll try to be a bit more technical, almost FAQ-like.

CANDYFLIPPING

We decided to take LSD with MDMA and follow the suggestion of taking LSD first and then MDMA 4 hours later. We are a couple and we took the same LSD dose but different MDMA doses.

We are a couple and we took the same LSD dose but different MDMA doses.

 We also took the chemicals with different timing.

WHAT SHE FELT?

She took a stronger MDMA dose with the LSD. Images became extremely sharp. Brand logos on the wall were so sharp they floated, almost like 3D cinema. Colors became very intense, regular dark red became vivid blood-like red. She described my face like a Japanese cartoon, with intense black hair, big eyes and sharp eyebrows. Any facial expression, like a smile, became cartoonish. Other peoples face (ate least 5m away from us) were blurred. She said her hand felt like it was gigantic. Trees started to shake strongly. Instead of waving or dancing, they were vibrating. Stars in the sky moved to one side and another in a quick and vibrating movement. That lasted about 30 minutes. After that the MDMA opened the 'talking gate' and she felt great and started to talk with a lot of love.

WHAT YOU FELT?

I took half of the MDMA dose with the LSD. Things became only slightly sharp. Colors were only mildly stronger, almost not noticeable. Trees were waving slowly from one side to another. Stars moved from one place to another in a slow dance movement. One particular star increased and decreased its intensity like someone where controlling its brightness. Her face did not became like a Japanese cartoon to me. After 30 minutes of this visual dance, the 'talking gate' opened and I also became very talkative with a lot of love to share.

WERE YOU SCARED?

When she felt the first visual effects, she was really scared. Later she told me she was afraid of dying. She did not feel 'death coming' but this feeling was so new to her that she was afraid of heading to hospital. After the first intense wave, the love feeling of the MDMA came and she was relieved, thinking 'wow, this feels so good'. She only used a low dose of MDMA in the past and was about 4 years before this experience, enough to became a virgin again.

I had more recent experiences with both LSD and MDMA alone. When I felt the strong wave, I was not afraid of dying, but was afraid of staying too long like this, without the possibility of going safely home. After the wave passed, the MDMA love feeling came in and there was no fear anymore.

Now that we both know we were in a very safe dose, far from danger, we can make a new trip and enjoy the 'weird' part of candyflipping.

HOW STRONG WERE THE DOSES?

I took the LSD and the MDMA from the same batch to test drive them isolated before the candyflipping. It was at home so I had a quiet environment to feel any effects. At home, the LSD gave me neon colors, image sharpness and music became really detailed. I did not saw breathing walls or dancing trees. Took about 2h to start feeling 'trippy' and 4h to start the visuals. It lasted about 10hrs total and I believe the dose was something between 25-50 micrograms.

The ecstasy pill took about 30m to start its effects. I felt talkative, and with a lot of love to share. Skin touch became strong and music, although not detailed like LSD, became louder and I felt like dancing. It lasted about 3h total. I believe the pill only contained MDMA and I don't know how to precise the dose, but I can tell it was low dose. I had stronger pills before that lasted longer and gave stronger feelings.

WHAT WAS THE TIMING OF YOUR CANDYFLIPPING?

We took the LSD tab at 'time zero'. We did not feel any effects until 3h30m later when we felt 'something different' while drinking water. At 3h30m she decided to eat a whole pill of ecstasy and 15m later I decided to take half of a pill.

4h after the LSD and 30m after the MDMA she felt the strong visual effects. 10m later I also felt the visuals. At 4h30m the strong visuals and the fear were gone for both of us and the MDMA love feeling came strong. At 5h30m the love feeling started to wear off for both of us. At 6h00m we only felt a mild 'trippy' feeling and by 7h00m after the 'time zero' any effects were gone.

CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT THE PHYSICAL EFFECTS?

Before the strong wave there was no physical noticeable difference. When the strong wave came, I started sweating, but she did not. After the strong wave passed, I kept sweating every 30 minutes. It came in 'sweating waves'.

After the strong wave passed, I kept sweating every 30 minutes. It came in 'sweating waves'.

 We monitored our heartbeat (below the neck). Before the strong wave there was no difference. But when the strong wave came our heartbeat increased (like going up in a stair) for about 10-15m. Then it came back to normal slow pace. We were not dancing or jumping during the strong wave. We both felt a little stomach discomfort a few minutes before the strong wave came in. We felt no hunger at all.

WHAT DID NOT HAPPEN?

We did not saw flying objects. We did not saw melting forms. Neither people nor objects were transformed into other things, like people described 'my friend had a cat face'. Usually people describe this with stronger LSD doses. Environment, despite been sharp, was not pixelated like people described with DMT or stronger LSD doses. Touch was different but floor or walls did not became fluffy. We did not acted weirdly and did not call any attention towards us. Neither of us felt like calling friends or family. Our behavior was very stable. We had no difficulty talking to each other, even during the strong wave. Unlike our first fears, we were able to safely go home 8h after the first dose was ingested. We did not feel any urge to do it again (like people have reported with heroin or crack). We did feel we could repeat the experience, without any rush, at home in a quieter environment.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR SET AND SETTING

We were both decided to candyflip, we had accomplished all of our duties a week prior to the event and we were very much in trust of each other, so our mind was pretty clear by the time we took. We were basically happy. She was 27 and I was 30 at the time, living together and no kids. We had no psychological trauma. We were both in good physical health but we haven't done any exercise in months (we used to go to gym in the past). We took the chemicals on a music festival held both indoor and outdoor at night. There was about 15.000 people and the place was crowded inside but with good space outside. I was a very hot summer night with clear sky.

She had dinner 15m prior to taking the LSD and ate nothing after for the whole night. I had an empty stomach when I took the LSD and had a chocolate 15m before the MDMA. We did not take any supplements or medication prior to the event.

When the strong wave came, we decided to go outside and lay on the ground, describing the effects to each other. Later, after the strong wave passed, we decided to go back inside and dance.

Prior to the event, I tested LSD at home, in a quiet environment. The colors and the sound detail were fantastic, great to listen to music and watch videos. However, at the festival, everything was already strong: Many lasers, blinking lights, extremely loud speakers, fully crowded. Even a simple chocolate ad had glowing neon back light. Because of this I could not notice the LSD effects I felt when at home. The festival was already oversaturated. I could only see and feel the strong wave, with the obvious waving trees and stars.

We have never candyflipped and she only used a mild dose of MDMA 4 years before. I had recent experience with LSD and MDMA alone, but not candflipping. I researched a lot but most reports I read just said 'it was great' without further technical notes.

However, I took one important piece of advice: take lower doses of each one and use the MDMA between 3h30m and 4h after the LSD dose.

WERE THERE ANY AFTEREFFECTS?

The following day after the festival (and after a 6h sleep) we felt physically tired but mentally happy. Imagine yourself tired after a big concert, but really glad you could see your favorite artist in a rare occasion. Two days later I was physically recovered, but felt really bored, not in the mood of doing anything productive.

Two days later I was physically recovered, but felt really bored, not in the mood of doing anything productive.

 Maybe it was the 'Tuesday Blues' released by the serotonin depletion. Three days later I woke up with recovered mood. I was so great that I felt happy and energetic because of it.

She, however, felt no blues whatsoever. Her MDMA dose was stronger than mine and she had a stronger visual and scarier effect than me, but no blues. It was the first time I felt the blues, and I have never felt it before, even with high doses of MDMA on the weekend. This 'blues' is really mild comparing to the physical and mental effects of high alcohol consumption on the following day.

FINAL CONCLUSIONS

MDMA and LSD together push each other to a stronger, almost new drug. I'd say it's at least 3 times stronger than each alone.

During the strong wave, we did not enjoy the music festival and missed a few artists. We were in a mix of scare and wonder for at least 30 minutes and even when the strong wave passed we decided to stay away from music and people for at least 1h, just to monitor ourselves. We will surely do it again, and now, we will be able to enjoy it without fear, since we know we were far from any physical harm. We will also enjoy LSD and MDMA separated, as candyflip looks like a different drug.

We also will keep enjoying them in different environments: at home alone or at a concert, with or without friends, at day or night. Every setting generates a different trip. We both are studious people and this helps a lot to enjoy new experiences without myths. The more we learn (about anything) and the more we get in touch with new people (and their ideas), the less we perpetuate myths.

Some people seem to enjoy the strong wave. If I do not want to be scared by the effects of the strong wave, I would divide the LSD in two parts, taking one first and the other 45 minutes later. Than, after 4 hours, I would take half of the MDMA and wait 30 minutes to take the other half of the pill. Plus, I would test each drug separately at home from the same batch weeks prior to the candyflip. It helped me to know the base effects and how strong is the dose.

Age: 27 (female) and 30 (male)

Drugs: LSD and MDMA (candyflip)

Environment: Hot summer night, music festival, fully crowded.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 94670

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Jan 29, 2020	Views: 2,079

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Second Hand Report (42), Combinations (3)


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

		   T+ 4:20
		 1 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

		   T+ 6:50
		 1 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

		   T+ 6:50
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 Hydrocodone
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Ready as I'll ever be (with my new friend LSD)

Second use of psychedelics (with the exception of marijuana).  Previous psychedelic experience includes a 'Heavy' dose of 2C-E, weighing in at 12mg insufflated.  One blotter will be consumed; the tab is expected to be within the 150-220 µg range.  The paper was torn off a Rolling Stones sheet.  Will be consuming sublingually for 15-20 minutes, then swallowed.  The dosage comfortably falls under the 'Strong' dosage, the second strongest dosage category.  Feelings of euphoria in association to music and movement are expected, along with a severely altered thought process, CEV's (although I am yet to experience CEV's while under the influence of ANY drug, despite the massive OEV's that occurred during my 2C-E trip), and, if lucky, intermediate OEV's, especially in conjunction with marijuana.  I plan on smoking some cannabis during the trip, as it will intensify the trip significantly.  In addition to the herb, I have 20mg of hydrocodone, which I may consume to mellow out the trip, if I feel that the effects are too strong.  Nausea and diarrhea are possible, although not expected; however the drug will be consumed on an empty stomach, so this should not appear to be too much of a problem.  Orange juice was purchased for the trip, and while the effects of either Niacin or Vitamin C potentiation on LSD are likely placebo, it'll probably taste good either way with the marijuana.

Dose taken at 11:15

T-0:45

I post on a cannabis forum and play guitar, awaiting the sleep of my parents.

T=0:00

My parents are in bed and I'm good to go.  I slip the blotter under my tongue and browse the web, excitedly awaiting the come up of a drug I've anticipated taking for over a year now.

T+0:25

I take a final suck on the sheet of paper, then swallow it, washing it down with orange juice.  I pray to the drug gods that my LSD is legitimate.  I text the person whom I purchased the drug from on AIM (he lives across the country and shipped the drug over via USPS; I have never met him before).  He reassures me that I will have a good time, and served the purpose of trip sitter for the most part as my trip was solitary.

T+0:45

The come up of the drug is beginning to be noticeable.  I lay down in my bed for a while.  My thoughts become increasingly harder and harder to finish, and I find myself surprised at the quick come up of the drug.  What I was expecting to take an hour easily turned into 20 minutes.

T+1:50

I continue to talk to my dealer and new found friend on the internet as the drug hits me in full force.  My new buddy reminds me that I don't peak until another two and a half hours, which I am ecstatic about.  He suggests that I listen to Dark Side of The Moon, which is and has been my favourite album of all time for several years now.  The computer screen explodes with visuals upon his suggestion.  Text becomes nearly illegible as it shrinks and grows on my screen, and the music 'speaks' to me in a way I'd never realized before.

T+3:10

I begin to feel a deep emotional connection with my new friend, as we continue to chat about a multitude of things.  We talk about music, drugs, growing shrooms, MDMA, how everybody should experience LSD at least once in their life, how we'd both lied about our age to sound more mature, thumbprints, and why he was a nice enough person to spend an hour an a half of his life at 3:00 in the morning (for him) to talk to an incoherent person dribbling nonsense while tripping on LSD.  At this point, I decide to explore the new dimension of LSD, and say goodbye to my computer buddy.  I feel immensely sad that I have to say goodbye to him.

T+3:20

I decide to finish Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, as I attempted to watch it during my previous 2C-E trip, but became bored half way through.  The scene where they huff ether in the circus freaks me out a lot, but is strangely enjoyable, as I embrace my bad trip and turn it 180 degrees around.  I decide (on par with some advice that my new buddy suggested) that if I decide bad trips are impossible, they BECOME impossible.

T+4:20

I eventually get bored with the movie, and decide to smoke some sweet sweet ganja.  In retrospect, I think I ended up smoking way too much, considering the fact that I solely buy California medicinal.  I packed several bowls in the bong, finished about a gram, and ended up being reasonably lethargic for the rest of the trip.  After a while of smoking, I regained consciousness of about 20 minutes of exploring the depths of my mind, bong in hand, unaware of any of my surroundings.  A lava lamp consumes my attention, and I convince myself that I AM the lava lamp.  Upon returning to Earth, I have a massive giggle fest at the idea of me convincing myself that I'm a lava lamp.  Hilarious.

T+4:55

Prior to my trip, I purchased a Slim Jim and a pack of Sour Straws, knowing that I'd have the munchies from the herb.  In conjunction with the acid, eating the food (and OJ) was easily better than the average sober orgasm.

T+5:00

I decide to post on a cannabis forum, however my posts are largely unintelligible.  Somebody mentions that they are extremely jealous of me, and I feel both ecstatic and terrible at the same time.  Terrible because I am experiencing something that they aren't, and ecstatic because I'm doing something that people are actually JEALOUS about.  That my experience is a worthwhile endeavor that people want to experience but can't.  I vow that I will devote a large part of my time and money to allowing people enjoy the great experience that is an LSD trip.

I vow that I will devote a large part of my time and money to allowing people enjoy the great experience that is an LSD trip.

T+5:15

I listen to some tunes on my iPod, and am extremely grateful of the $50 I spend on a real nice pair of ear buds; I find the sound quality amazing.  Passed out on my bed, I blast Santana, Floyd, Hendrix, and Aphex Twin on my iPod at full volume, as the music engulfs me.  I decide that, while 2C-E was considerably more visual than LSD, acid is much more euphoric in terms of euphoria related to music and movement, in addition to euphoria in general.  I decide to dance to 'Soul Sacrifice' at Woodstock by Santana, however my auditory hallucinations kick in, and I become paranoid that my sister will bust my door open and wonder why I'm dancing like a fucking madman at 4:30 in the morning.

T+5:40

The inordinate amount of orange juice I have consumed has left me with the unbearable desire to pee.  However, peeing requires walking to the bathroom, which requires walking past my sister's room.  Knowing that my sister is a VERY light sleeper, I convince myself that I will almost definitively meet my sister in the hallway on my way to the toilet, and will get caught by my parents.  My solution?  Piss in a fucking Listerine mouth wash bottle. Terrible idea, just fucking terrible.

T+6:50

I lay down on my bed and slip in and out of consciousness for over an hour.  Unsure of whether I was actually asleep or just in another dimension, I return to our world feeling considerably more sober.  It is 6:05.  I am disappointed about my sobering 'sleep' and decide to revamp my trip, convinced that I still don't have to go to school for another several hours.  I pack a fat bowl and pop 20mg of hydrocodone, and my trip returns to it's peak.

T+7:15

It finally dawns on me that school is in a mere hour an a half, and I will be talking to my parents in just a half hour.  I nervously pace my room, deciding what to do.

T+7:45

I pour the Listerine bottle into the toilet, disgusted at the stupidity of my actions, and start a shower.  I take an extended shower, trying to delay talking to my parents as much as possible.  The hydrocodone hits me like a brick wall and (with my new nearly zero opiate tolerance) I feel absolutely FANTASTIC.  I manage to leave the shower only ten minutes before my carpool arrives, and I speak only two sentences to my parents before my departure.  Life is awesome.

T+8:25

I blast music from my iPod on the trip to school.  Music remains amazing.

T+9:00

I am forced to speak a presentation in my first period class, Anatomy and Physiology, while still tripping VERY hard.  Scary as hell, but I manage to make it through the period without completely losing it.  Nobody in my class suspects anything (the misinformation of LSD is astounding, many would have severely disapproved of my actions had they known).  I feel like a bad ass.

T+9:55

Precalculus.  I begin to feel ever so slightly more sober, although it's likely just the weed wearing off.  The acid is still going strong, and the hydrocodone buzz feels very nice.  Math is near impossible while tripping, and despite some saying that abstract concepts in math are easier to conceptualize under the influence of LSD, I simply find the numbers maddeningly confusing.

T+11:00

To my strong surprise, I am still tripping reasonably hard.  My next class is Advanced Placement Art.  I draw a large psychedelic painting of a lava lamp and mushrooms, labeled 'EAT ME' on the stems.  I stencil 'Turn on, tune in, drop out' in a large psychedelic font over the front.  Art is amazing.

T+11:55

Next class is P.E.  The acid is severely diminished towards the end of 3rd period, and I remain reasonably sober for the rest of 4th period.  Lacrosse is fucking awesome though.

By lunch, I was solely in the afterglow of the trip, and had almost entirely sobered up.  This remains to be one of my most life changing experiences, and I found the drug considerably more spiritual in comparison to 2C-E.  The visuals were nothing to write home about (with the exception of when I listened to Dark Side of the Moon) however I'm convinced that taking more than one blotter would fix that minor complaint in a heartbeat.  I plan on waiting another two weeks at least before my next dose, however I can see how self control would be hard with a drug as amazing as this when a ten strip is in your possession.  I will soon be acquiring a large amount of money due to a business venture of mine, and I've decided that, with the exception of the cash I will use for more psychedelics, it is my goal to use the left over money to spread the love of psychedelics to as many as I possibly can.  It is a new life goal of mine to be a patron saint of LSD.  My experience was profound in every sense of the word.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 82792

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Feb 4, 2020	Views: 1,856

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)


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

		   T+ 1:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 1:00

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

		   T+ 0:00

		 Estradiol

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   260 lb

I'd been curious about trying acid for a while, and my friend Cheng - an experienced tripper - invited me to join them, along with Mark and Shel, in trying it, asking only 10 bucks. I'd used low doses of mushrooms twice before, and found them pleasant, so I was expecting similar

I'd used low doses of mushrooms twice before, and found them pleasant, so I was expecting similar

 - a good feeling and interesting thoughts for about five hours.

I arrived at Cheng's about 3, the scheduled time, feeling nervous in the giddy way - not afraid, just butterflies. Mark and Shel ended up being an hour late, which irked me, but I brushed it off. They all took two tabs, and I took one out of caution - I asked if I should chew or swallow it, and none of them gave a conclusive answer, so I did both - I tend to indulge.

I didn't feel much for the first half hour, but then felt a bit of a come-up. Everything seemed very beautiful (Cheng's backyard is lovely) and at around an hour in I joined the others for a joint; I had quit weed, having been a stoner for a couple years and not being able to handle it, but it sounded nice. The taste was amazing, and the feeling of inhaling the thick smoke was better than it had ever been - breathing turned out to be a common theme of my trip. I also smoked a couple cigarettes, though I don't generally smoke. They were also lovely.

About 90 minutes in, Mark started to do some interesting and purposeful dancing in the garden, which I was awestruck by. The other two went inside and started playing and chanting monastic-sounding music, which amplified the divine atmosphere I was feeling. I felt completely at peace, bowled over by the beauty of life and everything in it. I wanted to strip and lay in the grass, but I didn't want to be rude, so I walked around barefoot for a while, then sat and looked at the sky.

3 hours in - it got dark, and I started feeling uneasy, so I went and laid down to try to sleep it off; I figured it would wear off in the next couple hours, and I felt tired. However, I suddenly was struck with an upset stomach, and ran to the bathroom - I would be in and out of it several times. At this point, I can't give an accurate estimation of the time elapsed, everything felt like it took forever and no time at all. I'd been warned that restrooms on psychedelics can be unsettling, but I really didn't think about it - I was staring into the mirror and marveling at my own beauty, which is nothing new. The only strange thing was that my penis was entirely numb; speaking as a trans woman, this was not an unpleasant development.

During my in-and-out bathroom trips I steadily declined in mood, becoming legitimately scared. I can best describe the feeling as the drug shoving me underwater and holding me there, then pulling me out and wringing me like a cloth, then repeating. It was terrifying. My compartmentalization of past traumas and current anxieties was completely gone and I was thinking about everything at once. It felt like a panic attack minus the loss of control - I was feeling all of it, but I could still move my body and talk.

I was feeling all of it, but I could still move my body and talk.

I laid down on the couch after my stomach was calm and proceeded to sleep and wake alternately countless times, instantly zapping from one section of conscious thought to another, demarcated only by the changing of light from the windows. I recall waking to Cheng over me asking if I was okay, and I said "no" then got pulled under again, then woke and he was cackling and offered me a Xanax - which I batted out of his hand from fear. My most vivid memory of my entire trip was waking up from sleep and facing a 200 foot tall dragon, who I understood to be the mother of life, chastising me for doing drugs to try to improve my life. She - I am serious - called me an "idiot".

At maybe 11 or 12 the intensity had gone down slightly - with minutes between being "pulled under" instead of seconds - so I got up to check in with my friends and ask if I could sleep in a bed, and while outside the garage that they were smoking in I heard one of them ask "do you ever think maybe you shouldn't do drugs?" and the other two agreed; this angered me, made me lose all respect for them in that moment, and filled my head with violent thoughts. I was uncomfortable with this. Cheng led me to his bed and told me to come to him if I needed anything.

I tried to sleep, but I was still terrified, and still got sucked in every few minutes - 10? 15? - so I went downstairs and said I was going to drive home. They convinced me not to, but one bought me an Uber home, so I took it and went home to bed with my girlfriend. She was very worried for me, and I was acting in worrying ways - I kept waking up moaning and yelling, and at one point I said "I think I need a hospital" before falling back asleep. It took a serious toll on her and I still feel awful.

I had work at 11 the next day, but I needed my car, so I called in sick and rode the bus to pick up my car. I was still tripping mildly - dissociated and some visual distortions - losing time. The bus ride lasted forever and was over instantly. I walked to my car, and drove home, which was unsettling, but I put on "Front Seat" by Sadao Watanabe and felt better. I almost cried listening to the sixth track.

I felt wrung-out, chewed up, run over, destroyed. My body ached entirely and my mind was throbbing. I needed comfort while my girlfriend was at work, so I called up an old friend and went to a diner with them. This cheered me up somewhat, but didn't help my body, so I drove them home and took myself home. At this point the intended effects of the drug were gone - no distortions, time was stable, my brain was working more or less normally - so I'll wrap up.

I didn't feel back to "normal" for two weeks. To this day - more than six months later - I can no longer handle violent images, nor people describing trips, nor looking at "psychedelic" patterns, as it triggers a feeling in my mind that tells me I'm about to be sucked into the trip again, and I am filled with the fear that I'm going to scream and babble and convulse. I truly think that this trip was the most traumatizing thing that I have experienced, which is a high bar to crest. I have been altered irreparably.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113942

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Feb 18, 2020	Views: 1,797

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Hangover / Days After (46), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 8 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

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

Herein I relate an experience I had in the fall of 2012 with my girlfriend - we’ll call her O. It was something we had talked about doing for some time, although the immediate decision to actualize our intentions was fairly spontaneous.

I had acquired a few months prior a partial vial of LSD disguised as Sweet Breath breath freshener - a real Sweet Breath bottle with real Sweet Breath and also real LSD. Not knowing the exact strength of what we were dealing with we had previously tested a smaller dose and experienced minimal effects, possibly relating to haven taken psilocybin mushrooms the night before. I can’t speak for O but I felt like I was starting to trip and then didn’t although I found myself acting a bit more of an asshole than usual the rest of the day. I decided that the LSD must have been degraded, having traveled too much already, and wrote it off as a loss. She later took some of the same sweet acid and reported a strong experience; hearing this I was ready to give it another go around.

At the time I was 22 years old and O was 21. We were deeply in love with one another despite some idealogical differences which would later play a part in the crumbling of our relationship. My skepticism vs. her spiritualism. I had maybe a month recently been laid off from constructive labor on good terms and was just beginning to take steps toward radical self-employment, which in retrospect put me in a place of some insecurity as to my own self-worth. I had been relatively happy with my work but hating intensely the prospect of opening myself (in my mind) to near-certain rejection or usury was unwilling to seriously seek re-employment. I wanted to believe that the wave of well-being I had been coasting could continue to carry me but would later find out otherwise.

I wanted to believe that the wave of well-being I had been coasting could continue to carry me but would later find out otherwise.

 I had a good number of experiences with various psychoactives including LSA under my belt but had yet to experience a strong acid trip.

Before I go any further I’d like to point out that I/we made some fairly reckless decisions over the course of this trip and were very fortunate that nothing worse came of it.

I don’t recall what we did earlier in the day before we tripped, or exactly what time we started, so any ideas of time I describe are approximate. We were at our apartment together later in the afternoon, maybe around five o’clock when we decided that this would be the day we dropped the last of the acid together. We made our preparations, probably dosing around 5:30 or 6. O took 6 to 8 drops and I took 8 myself. I noticed that there was dried residue caked around the mouth of the dropper and licked all of that as well. In terms of dosage that could have been a little or a lot and I was definitely asking for what I got. Following our plan, immediately after dosing I drove us to a nearby park with an impressive gorge - a beautiful setting indeed and one with which I have been familiar most of my life. On the way I decided to stop and pump some gas about a mile down the road. Getting out of the car I realized I already felt a strong stirring - I realized this was going to be one hell of a trip. I got back in the car and we drove to the park as I related my realization and O told me it had been the same with her previous strong experience.

Soon arriving at our destination, we parked at the upper end of the gorge and started onto the trail. O was nauseous and vomited; seeing this I soon followed suit. Probably more from the sweet breath than the acid. We were obviously high enough anyway and both knew it. We proceeded to an open rocky ledge overlooking the gorge with a chain link fence right at the edge of a sheer cliff 50 feet down to the creek below. Here O (who was more experienced than me in really tripping hard) related some basic thoughts: stick together and limit interactions with strangers to a smile and a nod. As we went onward I immediately violated the first of these as she hung behind while I kept walking. Realizing my mistake I stopped, only to see her skip past me surrounded by a kind of aura - almost like she was jumping rope with the whole world. In my mind she had just knowingly blown my mind and I was impressed with her mastery of this somewhat unfamiliar space. We continued down the trail.

Coming down a slope, following the rim of the gorge, I began to notice that I was seeing the world in generic terms. I would see three of the same tree. Or a tree or bush made up of the same repeating “segments” of vision, perhaps each scaled differently. I found this sensation fairly disconcerting and instinctively stopped walking, feeling as though my body was moving dangerously ahead of my awareness. When I stopped moving, my world “resolved” into the true images of the objects around me. My interpretation was that I had entered a state of such overload as to max out the computational power of my brain and was unable to visually process the world even at walking speed. It seemed to me in this moment that my normal mental faculties were no more a part of the conscious “me” than my arms and legs.

Getting accustomed to my newfound uncertainty of the identity of objects only yards away, I continued walking with O. My thoughts drifted to the cosmic scale of matter. I was at once infinitesimally small and incomprehensibly large and complex, a meeting in the middle of extremes of scale far outside my meager capacity to compute. Walking side by side with O and holding hands, I considered us from my newfound cosmic perspective. It seemed I’d partially crawled out of my narrow human perspective into one more flat and objective and began to see everything in a new light.

I was struck with some unkind thoughts about the nature of my relationship with my mate, O, basically amounting to a realization that I was far more interested in sexual than spiritual union with this being. She deserved better. This was not what I wanted to think about and I pushed it out of my mind.

Understanding for the first time so clearly the extent to which I was essentially surfing on top of untold compounding chaotic interactions, I had a somewhat egotistical vision of myself swinging through space, my head barely missing fatal contact with some large mass of rock inspired by the gorge-ous setting. This is who I am! I swing this close to certain death because I know I can miss it! Fuck yeah! Looking out over the gorge with its majestic waterfall, my hands on the top rail of a chain link fence, I saw the world in a kind of strange clarity as never before, zooming in on my understanding of various entities, my intellect running wild full tilt and boring into objects with unprecedented focus. I felt more alive than ever. The skin on my arms crawled with strange crackly orange blisters, which failed to disturb me because I understood it was only a trick of my pied eyes. I felt powerfully a feeling characteristic for me of hallucinogen intoxication that I can only describe as the raw sensation of the recursive. Grasping my love with all my mental strength I said aloud for me and O to hear, “This is the best day of my life.” In that moment I truly felt and believed it. Not a thought experiment I would care to repeat.

We continued walking; O fairly casually reminded me that the park closes at dark so we should think about heading back. This got me thinking about the repercussions of staying late and the authorities who might enforce them and my thoughts turned to hardness: I decided I was ready to stand and fight injustice with all my strength. The day was turning dusky as we moved into the shadow of the woods growing up to the rim of the gorge. O stopped us to converse. I had a vision of planes, circles, and comets of colored light whirling around her as her upper body floated goddess like in space, blotting out my awareness of anything else. I saw her reminiscent of a mechanical fortune teller at a faire, the ultimate dispenser of all knowledge. We may have had some conversation I cannot recall before she reiterated her desire to head back. I agreed and we began to retrace our steps.

I took stock of my powers of cognition. I tried counting and didn’t reach ten. Simple shape concepts were a blur. I was somehow cognizant enough to be fascinated with my lack of cognition.

I tried counting and didn’t reach ten. Simple shape concepts were a blur. I was somehow cognizant enough to be fascinated with my lack of cognition.

 I saw two spirals connected into one line spiraling inward at both ends, a shape like a rolled scroll in cross section or a slice of mushroom cap. The line scrolled back and forth, rolling into one spiral and out of the other and then back again. My vision became consumed with a geometric arrangement of these double spirals, all scrolling back and forth. The magnitude of the spiral was known to me as a large number and represented my mental energy or life force.

O stopped again to speak, this time suggesting that we jog back to the car to arrive ahead of the encroaching darkness. This seemed like a good enough plan to me and we started to run along the trail. As I moved faster my sense of reality waned. Something slipped and I was running from the police who were chasing me in a mob of what seemed an entire SWAT team, assault rifles drawn. It happened so fast I didn’t have a chance to think. This was the moment when I forgot that I was tripping, that I had taken anything to alter my state of mind. These cops were real and they meant business. I was going to be locked away for life or shot dead on the spot when they caught me and all I could do was to keep running. At this point my vision was more imagination than reality. Such was my horror that I couldn’t will myself to turn my head and face my pursuers, but my field of vision had expanded to 360º and I was watching the cops through the back of my head as much as looking forward. In a blackout frenzy I charged through the woods, shorts, sandals, and all, crashing heedless through brush and fallen branches I neither saw nor felt as they tore my shirt and my skin. The spirals throbbed in my mind, scrolling less and less, lower and lower. In the darkness the trees flashed with red, blue, and white light. I was exhausted. My physical energy ran out and I stopped for a moment before crashing onwards. When I stopped again, I could feel the thought police closing in. I was finished. The spirals scrolled 5. 3. 2. 1.

I knelt on the ground, utterly spent, waiting to be shot down, cursing the reality that would include an entity so vindictive as to end me only for harmlessly infringing on its absurdly petty rules by staying in a public place after dark and intoxicating myself with forbidden substances. Just as I braced myself for the inevitable I heard O calling my name through the trees. Sitting still, my nightmare focus broken, I roared her name back at the top of my lungs and ran to her call with renewed strength. When I reached her my condition was obvious. (I was unaware at the time but my clothes were torn and I had cuts all over my body with blood running down my face. The way O kept her head through this was commendable.) The woods were dusky but not dark. O handed me a crystal she had with her to give me something positive to focus on. There was a bit of tension here as I did not hold with her metaphysical beliefs concerning such objects and I initially set the crystal on the ground, only to see it swallowed by the leaf litter. Digging frantically I was able to recover it before it was gone for good and she handed me another. Under the circumstances I was willing to try almost anything to get back to a more positive frame of mind.

O started speaking in another language (later she confirmed that she did actually break into her own made-up language, but at the time I interpreted it as a total transformation of reality). As she spoke in this foreign tongue I saw her morph into a kind of red skinned Asian Indian-esque she demon with claws, long pointed teeth and slitted eyes - the works. I couldn’t understand what she was saying but read her tone; the feeling that came across was anger at how I’d betrayed her by having such a bad experience. Then she was back to her normal still-loving self, speaking in terms I could understand and urging me to focus on the crystals &amp; light &amp; love. She switched back and forth several times; I found this somewhat disorienting. After a while of this we got up and walked lost through the woods, finding ourselves shortly on a nearby road.

Luckily we got headed in the right direction. My fear was ebbing away, as was the intensity of my intoxication. The spirals in my mind were back into bigger numbers. The whole world flashed or shifted through different color tints, different feelings. Some felt good and some uncomfortable and I let them all pass me by. In time we came to a fork in the road where again I steered us in the right direction with false confidence and blind luck, perhaps guided by unknown intuition of the land I’ve known so long. Night fell. When we got back to the parking lot there was a car beside ours with two forest rangers who were probably curious as to my mauled appearance, not to mention the echoing screams we’d uttered earlier. O reassured them and told me she was good to drive so I handed over the keys to my car and she took us home.

Coming into the bathroom of our apartment I was shocked to see for the first time the state of my disrepair. I was fucked up pretty bad with cuts, bloody all over, and so sore in my joints that for days after my movements were slow and painful. O ran a bath and we cleaned up together before going to lie in bed while we finished coming down. Our indoor cat who she’d taken from a friend came and hung out with us. This cat was a serious prick with lots of issues but for once I actually felt connected with him rather than pissed off. I was able to smile and laugh about the insanity of what I’d just experienced now that I realized it hadn’t been real and we were safe and sound enough. I even got a bit prematurely nostalgic in my mind and loved myself for smashing through the whole experience so hard. Just doin’ what I do best.

It’s been two years and a couple of visits back to the park where I retraced my steps and I finally feel like I have the space to properly relate this experience. My relationship with O didn’t last a year after and I think that partly has to do with the way we interacted surrounding this particular trip.

My relationship with O didn’t last a year after and I think that partly has to do with the way we interacted surrounding this particular trip.

 She wanted to hold how she’d “saved” me over my head to convince me of her spirituality’s validity and I wouldn’t have any of it, which unfortunately meant we never got to have a real conversation about what happened. I thought she contributed a lot of good but also some bad and that it was unreasonable to pick the thing apart when her influence had been written in every aspect of it right from the start. Some of the scary stuff has crept back into subsequent experiences with psychedelics and I feel like I have to watch myself more closely after slipping unwittingly into such a dark place. I guess all in all I got what I came for and the whole experience was fairly personal and characteristic of me; certainly having gone “all the way down the rabbit hole” so to speak has diminished my hunger for more of the same. I guess you could say I crossed that one off my bucket list. Not to say I wouldn’t go there again but I no longer feel any sense of urgency in that direction.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 104379

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Mar 31, 2020	Views: 1,329

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Relationships (44), General (1), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


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

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

		   T+ 2:00

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

This was my first time taking LSD though I've smoked weed heavily for the past 6-7 years and very very briefly tried Vicodin and Adderall so I'm familiar with drugs.

Preparation: I lit two candles, turned on the Christmas lights I had strung up and wrote myself 3 notes. They said "Don't worry, (My name) it's just acid, enjoy", a note on my front door saying "(My name) please don't go outside, love you" and a longer note for if I freaked out. Lots of different foods and snacks to eat just in case. Different playlists for different moods. My roommate also gave me this kids toy, a bunch of rainbow ribbons attached to a spinner, and when you spun it it looked like a soap bubble with all these different reflections and shapes. Very glad to have had that.

4:45 PM: Took 1/3 of the tab, and texted my brother to let him know what I was doing just to make me feel safer.

5:40 PM: Began to feel the slightest euphoria. Nothing too strong but I found myself laughing at things harder, smiling a bit more, enjoying the music more, etc.

I found myself laughing at things harder, smiling a bit more, enjoying the music more, etc.

6:00 PM: Feelings hadn't really escalated any so I consider taking the other 2/3 of the tab but decide to give it another 30 minutes as I heard it could take 1-1.5 hours to kick in.

6:25: Even the slight euphoria had seemed to diminish so I figured 1/3 of the tab was too little for a real experience, take the other 2/3s.

6:45: Go outside to smoke a cigarette. I said I wasn't going to leave the building but I was still feeling 100% in control so I figured no harm, I'll head in if I feel it coming on.

7:15: Texting my brother and listening to various music, enjoying spinning the spinner when I notice my screen starting to look kinda funny. Various parts of the screen are ballooning up and deflating. Out of the corner of my eye I see little squiggily lines.

7:45: Talk to my roommate for a while, he had tripped a few times before. Tell him I'm surprised how subdued it is. It's like being high on marijuana kind of, only with minor visuals, plus I can go back and forth between high and sober mind. Realize why it's probably such a good creative drug. You can use the high side of your mind for ideas and inspiration, but you're still there enough to edit without loosing the flow or atmosphere that was inspiring you.

8:00: Decide that I'm fine to go outside as long as I don't wander out of sight of my house. Mostly sit down and watch the clouds as the sun began to set. The clouds brought out the strongest visual effects, I think because they naturally were moving which coupled with the visuals to give some more serious movement and distortion. Probably watched for a good 45 minutes just sitting on concrete steps with people passing. Played with the spinner toy more. This was the most euphoric part of my trip.

9:00: Begin to get more philosophical, have a nice long chat with my brother while listening to music. Going back and rereading the texts I sound very sober minus the themes of what I'm talking about. I had no problems writing the text or with misspelling or dumb ideas like weed an alcohol texts usually give me. I'm also full of energy. Between texts I just think mostly various thoughts. Also realize how crucial music is to moderating my mood. Had a few spots where I began to get paranoid or sad but I'd realize it was because I paused my music or the wrong song came on, and I'd change it and bam, back to happy.

10:30 PM: Realize at some point in the last 30 minutes or so the visuals had almost entirely gone away.

11:00 Decide to venture slightly further from my house. Walk out to the main street (very busy) and love seeing all the people going about their lives. Bum a light off a random person I pass and tell him I love him. I knew then it was corny but it just felt right. I felt open and so full of love I didn't care if it was corny. I see revelations in everything I think.

I see revelations in everything I think.

 I crossed the main road two times and afterwards decided it was because I needed to see if I had the courage to cross the roads while on acid. Maybe subliminally it was why I did it.

11:30: Back to my house, began to get bad vibes from all the homeless and drug dealers in the streets. Their lives seem so sad and I feel helpless. One asks me if I know where to get heroin or meth so I go inside.

12:00 AM: Try to put on the Office but keep finding myself sidetracked by just thinking or else just content thinking.

1:00 AM: Finally put on The Office and lie in bed. Feel like I got everything I wanted out of the trip and more, but now it's time to stop thinking. No more words, they had become tiring. My brother went to sleep around 12:45 so I felt slightly alone in the world without anyone to talk to. I can tell it's mostly wearing off. Have slight paranoia that I'll be high forever because I feel sober, but different. Realize there is this voice in the back of my head. It's me, but not quite. It's a better version of me. He doesn't always give me the answers but he knows them. It's almost like my conscious. I wonder how the spinner works to make the beautifully colorful lights. In the back of my head he tells me how. When I google it he's right.

~2:00 AM: Fall asleep sometime around here.

Next day: Wake up after 9 hours of sleep. I feel very content but still exhausted.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113482

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Aug 31, 2019	Views: 2,256

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LSD (2) : Personal Preparation (45), First Times (2), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

At 8 o’clock on a warm night in May, my boyfriend T (pseudonyms used) and I started our drive to the city to go pick up some acid for a trip that we had just decided to take on a whim. A little while into our drive, he grabbed my hand and told me that he had a really strong, uneasy feeling that something was about to happen. I always trust these sorts of feelings, premonitions I think, and I assured him that we would be extra careful on the drive there. As I get into the actual trip, I think it is important that I preface this with a little background on our relationship so that you can get a better picture of why everything happened. T and I met when we lived in different countries and have dated since then almost entirely long distance. About a year and a half ago we met completely by chance (now I believe it was fate), and he eventually moved 1,100 miles away from home to be with me. Against all odds we are together now. He is my best friend, the love of my life, and that I already knew. Him and I have been able to trip together several times now, and though I feel that we have both had intense experiences that have made us undeniably respect the power of psychedelics, I couldn’t have imagined where the night would take us.

A little before midnight when we got back into town, we both took right around 300ug in gel tabs and let them dissolve in our mouths on the short drive back to my apartment. We put a pizza in the oven, and about 35 minutes after we took the tabs I slowly began feeling a slight buzz; a familiar intro into the come up. I began to notice my eyes softly pulling and twirling the pattern of the granite countertop. We both love the visual experience that we get from smoking while tripping

We both love the visual experience that we get from smoking while tripping

, and I had some GOOD fucking weed to roll (like seriously Cookies level all purple and white). So we decided I should probably go ahead and roll a blunt before rolling became too much of a challenge. We ate, and I put the couple gram blunt at my bedside for when the time was right.

Nothing was incredibly interesting at first, T and I both felt our chests getting heavier, and I felt my body becoming very edgy as per usual before a trip. A little time passed and I began to have some slight visuals, something like faint, technicolor static rings, morphing around in little patterns on the walls and ceiling. For the first two hours, everything in my room had a slight tinge around it like this. We both felt a bit looney tunes, as if we were just left of a great mood, but nowhere near a bad one. Mostly I danced around the room, singing to T. Somewhere a little after 2 we completely stopped having any visuals, our mood steadied off, and we then proceeded to start talking shit on the acid. T was beside me on the ground not feeling anything, and while attempting to hold onto hope for our trip I think my exact words were “You’re laying on the ground right now just being a fucking hater”. We decided it was time to smoke, and hoped it would kickstart our trip. It did.

So right around 2:30 we started smoking, about halfway in I started getting the most intense sensation that I could not feel my skin. It was good weed. Any pressure on my body almost made my skin feel like static. Numbness seeped into my legs from the way the bed and the floor were touching me, and I could not feel which muscles I was using. I was trying to reconcile how I felt in my head while T kept smoking, but I was blanking. I would like to be able to recount exactly what happened in the moments that directly followed me smoking, but truly it was the most disoriented I have ever been so I can hardly remember. This was like a glitch state of complete neutrality that was now leaning towards a very bad feeling.

We were talking, and the conversation was straight up bewildering me. As soon as I would pinpoint a certain thought that might help me grasp the conversation, I would forget what we were even talking about. I felt as though I couldn’t communicate with him properly and I could see in his face that I wasn’t saying things in a way that made sense. After a little while this subsided for the most part, and led into what I can only call the first rite of passage on a journey that would begin to develop from that moment on. I won’t get into specifics on what exactly led up to this, but with a few words and a split second realization, I unpacked a phobia that I have spent years trying to come to terms with. A fear that has so uniquely affected my relationship with T, though I hadn’t ever fully shared with him in this way. Realizing the fear and hurt I carried, was a somber experience for the both of us. I trust T with my life, but up until that point I had just never thought of the trauma I had experienced in this way. It was a profound moment of emotional intimacy, heightened by the drug

I had just never thought of the trauma I had experienced in this way. It was a profound moment of emotional intimacy, heightened by the drug

 beginning to work itself into our bodies. This raw vulnerability that we shared I believe opened a door of possibility for what was to come.

It was my one instance of complete clarity in this section of time. I felt the music in the background put us in the same channel, a flow, and I would hear music in the back of my mind for the rest of the trip even when there was none at all. It was so powerful that we could feel one another’s energy coursing through the room after. At this point I was still slipping so deeply in and out of disorientation that I did not know what to make of what had just happened, or if it was just me that had felt this special moment because I myself had just had such a profound realization. I asked him several times if it was real. If he felt that there was something special about the way that conversation felt. We weren’t exactly new to hard conversations in this type of environment, and it’s always special, but he wholeheartedly agreed and we sat there for a moment feeling the aftershock that this had put into the air. Initially I chalked this up to the care we have for one another, the sadness I felt from realizing one of my deepest fears, and the openness that we were beginning to feel from the LSD. Now I know this connectivity bonded us in a way that opened the door for something else.

After I regained the connection between my brain, body, and mouth, I started to look around the room. I noticed that the beige of the wall coupled with the yellowish glow of the light made the room look like a giant cascading sand castle. Like slow waves of sand sifting down 20 foot ceilings (this part was not a hallucination our room has ridiculous 20 foot ceilings). If you can imagine a real-life version of the sand castles in Mario, that is exactly what it looked like. We moved to the floor where my laptop was projecting to the TV, and tried to figure out how to change the music. We put on New Person, Same Old Mistakes by Tame Impala and sat there for a moment in front of the wall next to my dresser. We began to notice how our eyes were picking up the patterns in every print. The texture in the paint began turning into perpetually, slow spinning knobs that stuck out a few inches from the wall. From there the knobs seemingly connected and morphed into something more flat, almost like a sticker. The circular three pronged shapes became something of a large flower, a sticker of dark army green against my beige wall. In a moment, the flower disappeared into the wall followed immediately by a rushing blue tunnel, with as much depth as was the sensation that the tunnel was rushing towards us. There were pink rectangular tiles curved on the inside moving vertically around the tunnel. I could see the normal flat wall with one part of my eyes, and the tunnel with a different part of my eyes.

T and I had been talking out what we were seeing in every transition, shocked to realize we were seeing the same things before either of us had ever said it. We only saw the tunnel for a split second or two, both overwhelmed with what we were seeing. I was even almost covering my eyes at this point. We talked for a bit after, completely mind-blown about what we just saw. In hindsight, I feel that we accessed some sort of a portal or vortex. A few moments passed and we slid back onto the middle of the floor. There, we examined the wood underneath us which now presented the optical illusion that we were at a table. The floor being the table top. The dark parts of the floor lifted slightly and I ran my finger over the glowing underneath of the light parts. In between each dark grain, was glowing moonstone, hard to the touch. We both awed at this, the room was alive with energy, I especially could feel it pulsing through my muscles.

My memory jumps here and picks up at a turning point in our trip. The music in my mind was only what I can describe as rising, like non-human voices singing, aw-ing, and bringing us up to a gauntlet. Chaotic, beautiful, and terrifying. Somewhere near a peak. I looked at the wall across from us in our room, one with a window above the bed, and in one moment I realized that I could change my perspective of reality into a 2D nightmare that began right at the end of my nose, and pulled everything in my vision to a flat forefront. I couldn’t even look. Without thinking I began to tell T that if he looked that way that you could see everything “like this” and I waved my hand in front of my eyes. I saw his gaze switch to that side of the room, in a split second he was physically taken aback. Tears welled in his eyes and I watched as pure terror washed over him. The look shattered my heart. I grabbed his face in my hands trying to bring him back, and he told me he did not know if he would be able unsee this. We were crying and I was holding his face telling him that if he had to see this way any longer that it would only be for a few more hours. I felt as if I had broken his mind, and was terrified that my boy would now have the kind of trip people get PTSD from after this. His lip was quivering and he said to me “I do not want to see like this anymore”. Holding back tears, I told him as calmly as I could that I saw it too, but that facing towards the dark bathroom gave enough shadow and depth to help. I told him we could try that and gently started to shift the other way. He grabbed my arm and I felt the voices aw-ing in my head. “But I kind of do,” he said.

He faced the wall, tears running down his face. So brave and piecing together his shattered perception of reality. The way this touched my heart, an overwhelming sense of pride hit me, and sent a burst of energy into the air. So strong it was almost like light radiating from our bodies. I could not stop vibrating deep in my chest, though I could feel the difference from this and my physical body trembling in fear. I knew we were going to be able to get each other through this no matter how scared either of us got.

We stood up and held each other. I looked into his face and noticed a glowing red and orange stitching that kept disappearing and replacing itself in new parts of his face. I ran my hands over the seams around the bridge of his nose. I felt as though I could undo the stitching and open him. We locked hands and looked at one another. In the past I have taken large doses of shrooms and seen eyes everywhere. This phenomenon has never scared me, in fact I feel calmed looking back into them until they turn into my own dark eyes sparkling back at me. This time I saw billions of tiny ones, blinking and closing all at different times, overlayed on everything in my field of vision. T’s pupils were the size of nickels and the thin edge of color around his pupils glowed green. It almost overwhelmed my body too much to look at, but I forced myself. I stared into his face and told him about the blanket of eyes that I was seeing. He was in awe, his eyes were telling me to show him. I truly felt like I was being compelled in a way; to tell him how he could see it too. I told him to look into my eyes and try to focus on his peripherals at the same time. To use all parts of our physical eyes. Our gaze locked in, and in a moment we both saw each other in crystal clear image, as if the room paused and time stood still. He saw six large versions of my eyes in different parts of my body. For me, all of the tiny eyes were suspended, open and closed as they were in the exact moment our eyes met. We were looking into one another.

Another wave rocked the room and took my breath away for a moment. We were able to talk in this moment of stillness, knowing something about this was transcending any normal trip experience. I am no stranger to big doses of psychedelics, but the power coming from the connections we were having was something I’ve never experienced. I felt like a vessel for projecting and absorbing this energy. I knew that I could guide my partner into opening something.

I felt like a vessel for projecting and absorbing this energy. I knew that I could guide my partner into opening something.

 Now, I think we allowed each other to open what some might call the third eye. He says these moments for him were more than surreal, a journey to transcendence that his soul and heart could feel. I did not know it then, but we were already there, in astral projection. We were on a soul plane where our two souls were meeting for the first time, yet still seemed familiar. In a split second I was able to see straight through parts of his body to the other side of my bedroom. I looked down at my own body and I too was invisible. I began shrinking. I had used too much of my energy helping both of us to “see” for the first time. T towered over me and I was two feet tall while the room grew and grew. My physical body was in the shadows recovering from the loss of light I had projected. But as if someone had whispered the answer into my ear, I got immediate comfort. I was not disappearing, my soul was simply recharging. Diminishing from that point of energy only FELT like disappearing. I calmed down my breathing and tried to control it through the vibrations. I began to return to normal size.

Now when I looked at T’s face he almost sparkled and floated above the floor. His “body” looked like how a ghost’s might, glittering with no shape, just an essence in our room. He says from the moment we locked eyes, every time he looked at me it was as if I was only inches away from him even when I was across the room. Like big orbs that he could no longer pick one look at, but was forced to look into both. I got the disturbingly intrusive thought that we had taken part in some kind of ritual. I latched onto this, and the idea crashed into my thoughts. To my core, I believed that we had somehow completed a ritual series of the most powerful human connections, and that we had now unlocked some sort of trial in an altered reality that we could only escape by going deeper. Trembling in fear, I explained this to T. My mind could only see the terrors that we might have to face in some cosmic gauntlet. He told me he believed 100% that our souls were somewhere else in between dimensions right now, that he could feel it, but that he did not think we needed to be scared. He did not think we were being tested rather than exploring. I trusted that he felt parts about this the same way I was feeling them. When we left the room to get some water it felt as though there was a very thin layer between the dimension we had found, and the one our physical bodies were in. I gave T a slice of lemon coated in sugar. It was like the best candy in the world.

When we came back, we sat on the couch in my room facing each other. A tear fell down my cheek and I asked him if this changed what he thought about the afterlife. Neither of us believe in God, I am a little more spiritual than him in a sense because I’ve always believed in some sort of afterlife, higher power, and the need to have a good soul for these reasons. He shook his head and told me that this experience was changing what he thought about everything. He was scared, but so happy that we were going there together. From there we moved to the bed where I felt a sort of trial begin for me. From that point on, T was only a resemblance of his physical self, though his essence was still very clear. It was his essence that I was able to hold on to. There were times when the visuals I was projecting onto his face were abstract and terrifying. I do not necessarily remember in chronological order here, but I know that at one point I saw both of his eyes sprout 3 more below themselves, his mouth dropped down and stretched wide to show his fangs, and all 6 of his pupils were thin like a snake’s. Another moment, all of his features were bobbing around independent of each other until he looked like some sort of a fucked up cartoon. My favorite was when his head became a cube and his face became completely symmetrical in every way. Kind of hilarious even. The next moment his skin became so smooth and perfect it looked almost like still liquid. I know I had the most tripped out look when I touched his face and told him that he looked almost perfect.

Immediately after I said that he became a doll or some ultra realistic mannequin.  He could feel my hesitation to look at him sometimes, and the thought of me being scared of him was tapping away at his self image. One moment he brought out his phone and looked at himself in the camera. He was shocked and honestly horrified at what was looking back at him. He put his head down, grabbed my hands, and told me he was so sorry that that was what I had to see right now. His eyes are so intense and color vivid normally, that in this state he saw how easy it was for my mind to manipulate him into something else. He began to cry and apologize to me over and over. Even in that moment he looked startling to me, like an abstract painting of Picasso, all of his features shifting inches vertically from their usual positions. I grabbed him and held him tightly. The whole time I was trying not to be scared of him I had been getting the sensation that his soul was drifting a little further from mine... that he was somehow losing his sense of self and unable to reconcile who he thought he was with how he was feeling. I told him he had to put it back together right now. I assured him I knew that it was not him I was seeing. It didn’t matter how scary my visuals got because I get scared easily anyways. No matter what, I would not be afraid to look at him, and be here with him. Later, he told me that during that time he had begun to lose himself and was scared of what might have happened if I had not snapped him out of it.

After I forced myself to face him no matter how my eyes were deceiving me, we decided to try and look into each other again. We grabbed hands and tried to focus on using all parts of our eyes to look at each other. I saw his eyes begin to shake rapidly, his pupils duplicated all over the white of his eyes until the moment our pupils locked into each other. The second they connected, both of our pupils immediately dilated almost to the size of quarters. We both gasped and my whole body started violently vibrating. He told me that when this happened my eyes deepened into a tunnel of sorts and he could see all the way inside of me. Now we knew this was real, we were doing magic, playing together on a plane where that was possible. We noticed that when T moved away from me, the vibrating calmed down a bit, and the closer he got the more intense it got. Without thinking I grabbed his hands and put his palms against my legs. I have never felt anything comparable to the feeling. I began to sob and it felt as though all of my blood was evaporating. My whole body was vibrating deep in my chest and brain.

My whole body was vibrating deep in my chest and brain.

 I was absorbing his energy. It was coursing through me and I got the sensation that my body was being filled. I took his hands away and the vibrating calmed. I put them back and the shaking was as violent as before and completely involuntarily. My brain felt HOT. I looked at him, put my hands on my chest trying to steady myself, and I told him that no matter what we knew this was real now.

There were moments following that I felt very deeply that my mind was going to try to attack what I knew, and how I felt. Like an army of doubt trying to derail the authenticity of our experience. The skepticism in the logical part of my brain that had been blocked out, was now trying to creep in and convince me that nothing that happened was real. Intrusive thoughts were telling me that this was all just the drug. I got the feeling that this was another test to see if I could hold onto this. The same way I had to face the fear of what I was seeing physically so that I could stay in this realm with my soulmate. I told him that my thoughts were trying to doubt what we were experiencing and that I was scared that my memory would remember this in a way that didn’t seem real. I realized something about the limitations of our worldly bodies. Our memories have a way of suppressing themselves and affecting the light in which we remember them. Our brains constantly lie to us. T and I began to unpack the facade of the human experience: why we are the way we are... We broke it down into segments as we talked. The Soul supports our imagination. Our imagination is our fears, our perceptions of reality, our humor, and many other things. Imagination and Thought combine to make the personality i.e the image of who we are to ourselves and the different versions of ourselves we present to people. We got stuck here as we began to think about Thought. Even for a second, thinking about the voices in our heads was so overwhelming that we agreed we wouldn’t touch it. It is too easy to get lost in your head in a place like this.

Everything was making perfect sense between us. We were on the same channel of the same wavelength. T looked at me, serious as the fucking plague, and said very softly that he did not think we were exactly speaking English. I freaked out. He grabbed my hands and told me that he didn’t mean we were talking in tongues or anything, but more that we were talking in a way that wouldn’t communicate to other people right now. He was right. We were talking half-sentence-nonsense, but he perfectly understood me, and he knew I was perfectly understanding him. He asked me strangely if I felt something almost... inside my head, I thought about my mind for a second and realized it felt as though something outside of my head was imposing on/influencing my thoughts. He asked me that because he felt the same way. Something had told him that it was each other. That we were passing, influencing, and sharing the thoughts between our two brains in a way that made our conversation only clear to us. In this place where we had made some of the most powerful human connections, we formed a bond that allowed us to do magic, to release and absorb each other's energies, and now we were so connected to each other that we were able to tap into some form of telepathy. We had been doing it the whole time, and aside from my visual trials on the bed, our trip was almost visually identical from start to finish. We were traveling in the same tunnel in this dimension.

After this T and I were completely physically drained, he kept bringing the cup to me to drink, and told me softly that we had to calm down and take care of our bodies for a bit. It’s very easy to give your physical body a panic attack in this state. We can’t forget we took acid. At some point during one of these little breaks, we checked the time. 4:20am. The universe was entertaining us with coincidental shit that we would think was funny. Letting us know that even when we felt more normal that we still weren’t quite in our world. We started to calm down and I remember looking T in his eyes and his face was the only thing my eyes would see. I told him at that moment that I was having the out-of-body feeling that we were in a never ending room outside of my bedroom. His eyes went wide and he told me that as I was telling him that, he saw us in third person, in a blank, white, never-ending space with no floor, ceilings, or walls. I said to him that this experience must have meant that we were soulmates, and that we were able to do this because of it. He said maybe we are soulmates and everything that has happened was our souls meeting each other for the first time, playing with one another. That’s what I would like to believe. I do not believe most people can bring a partner into their astral projection. I think it takes two empaths that have a deep care and connection to each other in a very pure way. Whether that be a best friend, a partner, or someone else important. Every moment of our journey was purely terrifying, beyond surreal, and every bit as beautiful as it was scary.

There was a moment where I very seriously questioned if we were dead. I considered that we had probably OD’d in some way and were now in the afterlife. I felt every emotion at once more times than I can count. We shared a life-changing experience that I am sure could be interpreted many ways, but it has given me faith where I had none. I am not alone in this life and I will not be in the next one. I have found someone to go through some crazy shit with. Someone to help me find a portal that takes us to a soul plane at 4am on a Wednesday. wtf. That night was an eternity and only a few moments all at the same time.

After we officially came off the peak, around 7 o’clock, T and I headed up to the top of the parking garage with a memory foam bed cover, a blanket, a blunt, and a fat bowl of Lucky Charms. It was the most perfectly cool spring morning. We threw the pad on top of my car and climbed up. I have never ever in my life seen the sky more beautiful. There was a swirling orange fire growing and changing colors on the horizon. Pink cotton candy clouds everywhere. The sky was truly every color of the rainbow. It looked like the town below us was a big valley, with all of the different shades of green trees changing colors too. There was a treeline topping off the rim of a bowl that we were right in the middle of. I knew that we had let such a beautiful thing into the universe. The sky was like that because of us.

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 114234

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Apr 11, 2020	Views: 1,620

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OBE (332), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline
		 (daily)

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (daily)

		 Pharms - Diazepam

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   74 kg

Sertraline and LSD… Descending into madness, my worst fears realised.

I have anxiety and depression, for which I have begun taking antidepressants (sertraline). During my first two weeks I was on 50mg and decided to trip (3 strong tabs) the trip was absolutely amazing, I sat there playing hellblade senua's sacrifice (the story evolving around the warriors psychosis) and it was a good trip. During my recent visit to the doctors they upped me to 100 as I was still struggling with my anxiety and depression and the meds weren’t helping…

After a period of great frustration (a week on 100mg) I decided I was going to drop 3 tabs of acid again

After a period of great frustration (a week on 100mg) I decided I was going to drop 3 tabs of acid again

, play some games, go cinema and see IT, and go and see a friend who was leaving for university. I took the zoloft at about 10am and the acid at 11am.

About 12/1 I was starting to come up… I was laying in bed looking at my phone and I realised I felt bizarrely weird. I had a really uncomfortable sensation that I tried to shake off, I tried telling myself it was my anxiety and acid can’t kill you. The feeling of uneasiness grew, I was sweating profusely and my heart rate was rising fast that I could feel my heart beating through my chest. My boyfriend was playing a game and sitting on the gaming chair in my room, so I jumped off the bed and sat on his lap cuddling him for comfort, realising that as I hugged him I felt a sensation that I was out of my own body and I didn’t have control over what I was doing… The panic was descending upon me rather quickly, and I jumped up asking my boyfriend if we could go for a walk (strictly conservative parents with no knowledge of my drug taking and if they found out it would be chaotic). It was raining heavily but I chucked on  a t shirt, body warmer and shorts and me and my boyfriend proceeded to walk to the shops.

As we walked to the shops my whole world turned upside down. Looking at the sky creeped me out, it looked beautiful and I was in awe of it, but in my body the sensations I was experiencing, it was something I had never experienced on acid before, even on my higher doses, this time something was different… And something was wrong. I went quiet, and couldn’t talk, I was struggling to grasp the fact that my head was connected to my shoulder and head, it felt disjointed, like I was decapitated or something. My boyfriend realising I was having a panic attack pulled me to a side road and I burst into tears. I felt like imminent death was coming for me, I was struggling to breathe and my mouth was so dry, I was sweating so much and I never had felt so thirsty in my life. I was struggling to swallow and breathe and I couldn’t stop crying I made my boyfriend call an ambulance… Thats where things got worse. As he was on the phone to the operator my heart started burning like wildfire, never in my life have I experienced a pain like that with a panic attack, I couldn’t finish my sentence and I was out of breathe every 2-3 words, my body was crying out to me that something was seriously wrong. The operator heard me scream ‘MY HEART IS BURNING IT HURTS SO BAD’, upon hearing what I had taken and my screams of pain she proceeded to ask my boyfriend some more questions. My boyfriend quickly had his hand on my pulse and was checking it at the operators command, she wanted him to count how many times my heart was beating for 15 seconds, when he told her 70 beats in 15 seconds I heard the worried operators tone and my boyfriend's face change.The ambulance had changed from a 45 minute wait to an immediate response.

I felt like the world was closing in on me. I remember thinking every time I’ve taken any drug, the moment before I put it in my mouth… Would this be the moment I regret for the rest of my life? Would I be setting myself up to die by an accidental overdose or miscalculation, those thoughts I had always pushed aside… But it was fast becoming a reality. I could hear my heart beating in my ears and there was a pulsating like blur to my visuals, I didn’t pass out but I was fading in and out of alertness.  I  was so thirsty I ran into the local pub crying (due to my heart burning really badly) and they gave me a glass of water I gulped down.

At this point a paramedic car pulled up with one paramedic, he didn’t have an ambulance and was just sent as the quickest respondent. I told him what had happened and he checked my blood pressure, I saw the look on his face and I knew something was wrong and he didn’t want to say anything because I was already very agitated. I was so restless I kept pacing around before sitting on the floor because I felt like I was going to fade out of consciousness, all whilst my heart was burning so badly and the throbbing sensation continued. I felt like I was looking on my life at a timeline, I remember hearing somewhere that when you die the last few minutes of your life seem longer, and every second of this experience was extremely agonising and uncomfortable. My boyfriend didn’t leave my side he tried his best to keep me from walking off.

After about 3 minutes the ambulance arrived with another two paramedics, in my panicked state I had chucked off my body warmer, jumped in the ambulance and chucked off my t shirt, sitting in the ambulance in my sports bra and shorts. My heart burns I screamed to the paramedic, I was so restless I couldn’t stop my body moving, the three paramedics seeing me in the state I was in proceeded to put the heart rate monitor sticky things on me, the three of them working at a extremely fast pace. I kept writhing in pain and agitation and I couldn’t stay still for a minute for them to get a reading, one of the male paramedics asked me to get on the bed and the female paramedic proceeded to strap me down. When I was still enough for them to get a reading, I saw a seriously worried look on the paramedics face, the face he pulled shook me to the core as it dawned on me, I had fucked up. I had really really fucked up. Had I really signed my own death warrant? I never knew LSD and sertraline reacted together in this way! I had read a trip report where someone had taken 25mg and 1 tab and had been fine, and my first trip had been fine so I assumed it was safe… I was wrong. I felt like my universe was ending, being on acid the experience was a whole lot more frightening, maybe because my heightened senses.

The male paramedic turned to me and said “your heart is beating so fast that it hasn’t got enough time between contracting to get blood in it”, the paramedic from earlier checked my pupils at the command of the other paramedic, and I had all 3 of them fussing over me. At this point I’m not too sure what was happening, but the burning in my chest wouldn’t subside, then I got the worst pain in my life. Simulataneously I had a stabbing pain in my ribs and kidney that seemed to connect, it was so bad I screamed and shot up starting to writhe in pain. 'That was it’ I thought, my body's dying on me, I knew it. Is this why time seemed slower and to last forever? I couldn’t shake the fear of dying and the fact that my time was coming for me, every inch of my spirit and soul screamed out to live, I looked over to my boyfriend I saw the sadness and worry in his eyes, he saw me in pain and he had no way to help me but look on and hope the paramedics could save my life. Me and my partner have a very intimate relationship and the fact that his comfort couldn’t stop my anxiety showed the severity of it. I have had a history of struggling with panic attacks but they stopped for a year or so, only to come back during this trip with the worst one of my life.

The paramedics managed to get my heart rate down and calm my breathing, the male paramedic who was mainly overseeing my treatment said to me ’S…I know this is really hard for you and I can’t begin to imagine the pain you’re in, but you need to control your breathing.’

’S…I know this is really hard for you and I can’t begin to imagine the pain you’re in, but you need to control your breathing.’

 He began breathing exercises with me, before we started driving to the hospital. During the journey I had calmed down and my heart rate had dropped back down to normal, he was an awesome dude, had actually done acid before and was telling us about some of his past experiences. He was very understanding of why I took acid (in aid of my anxiety and depression, escapism and searching for happiness) and was giving me some wise advice.

Reaching the hospital I was put in a booth and the paramedic filled the nurse in on what happened. Due to my anxiousness, and my distressed state (I kept crying and I felt emotionally overwhelmed and depressed due to my near death experience) the nurse said to the paramedic that she’d give me diazepam to help calm me down. There was a waiting room for people waiting for nurses, but due to the kind nature of the lady as she saw the state I was in she got me seen straight away and I could stay away from big groups of people. I got put in a room with a door for privacy and she came and gave me some diazapam, she told me that someone from the psych liaison team would be there to speak to me and how even though it might seem unhelpful at first sometimes they can help identify things that trigger you and give you specific treatment plans and therapy. The psych liaison guy came in,  and told my partner that me and him needed to talk alone (standard procedure), he asked me general details about how my life was and I explained to him some of the stuff that had happened to me as a kid that led me to where I am now. He said he was going to refer me to this place (not mentioned to protect my anonymity), but midway through the interview the nurse came with some more valium, before I was discharged.

I never have wrote trip reports but I have found them helpful and very educative. I was under the impression that the combination was safe, but obviously for me this drug interaction wasn’t. I hope if anyone is in a similar position to me and has read this trip report that it has allowed you to educate yourself more on the effects of the possible combination. I share this knowledge so that I can give back to the community.

Thank you for reading.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 111001

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Apr 16, 2020	Views: 4,437

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