		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 tablets
		 oral
		 Products - Other
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 1:20
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

My personal quest has been to try every drug, but just once, out of curiosity. Although I haven't strictly stuck to my one-time-only plan, acid is a different story.

One night my friend J and I were planning to go to a club after meeting my other friend, S, at her work. My friend J and I were supposed to show up at S's work when she got off at 9. We ended up getting there a little too early, so we ran to Exxon to pick up a snack. While in the line at Exxon J saw some energy pills that we, at this point, have taken about 3 times before. They were Stacker 3's, pretty powerful diet/energy pills. We also bought a pill called 'All Night Long', which was a sex aid. It promised to give energy, slight euphoria, and greater nerve sensation. We have never done this before, but we figured it would be fun for the club. We decided to take two of the Stacker 3's, and one 'All Night Long' each. So we took ours on our way back to my friends work, and saved S's in my pocket.

We waited outside for my friend for like 15 minutes. We began to feel the effects of the pills we ingested, and could not sit still for one second. We were running around the parking lot like little kids, and talked non-stop. Soon we felt the enhanced nerve sensation, and touched a million different materials (like the sidewalk, a leaf, our skin) thinking that each felt so cool. I was pumped to leave to the club, because I really wanted to dance, and I probably could for hours.

Soon enough, S came out, with a smirk on her face. I knew something was up, and asked her what was going on. That's when she asked us, totally unexpectedly if we wanted to do acid that night. Although I was not at all planning on it, I figured why not? After all, it would knock one drug off my 'to do' list. And I knew that if I was up for it, my friend J would follow (she too, shared my theory in trying everything once). J and I asked S if it was a good idea to do it that because of the pills we had taken. S had never done acid before either, but assured us it would be fine. She told us that the man at her work only wanted 5 dollars for each tab. So we gave her 5 dollars each, and she went back inside to get the tabs.

When she came back out, I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea for us to drive if we were going to do this. But she already had everything worked out, and told us that her friend Jimmy was waiting for us at his house. Jimmy was going to the club anyways, plus, he had done acid a few times before, and agreed to be our babysitter.

When we arrived at Jimmy's, we all jumped into his car, and began to drive to the club. The club was about 30 minutes away, so we decided to take the acid immediately, so it would hit us before we got to the club. I ripped off a little square of the plain white tab strip. Although I accidentally ripped off a piece of another square, I figured it wasn't a big deal, and began to chew it. I chewed it forever until it got too small, and I had to swallow it. We figured the acid would hit us on the way to the club, but it didn't. S was kind of mad, and didn't think the acid was any good, so she took the same amount of energy pills that J and I took earlier. So we all walked in, S, J, and I were still feeling the energy pills pretty strong, but no signs of the acid's effects.

We were all pretty disappointed that the acid wasn't working, but didn't want it to ruin our night, so we just put it out of our minds, and enjoyed the club. We were dancing away, when suddenly they started up a bubble machine, which sent bubbles all over the dance floor. I realized that I was quite mesmerized with the bubbles, as they flew through the air, I couldn't stop staring at them. I soon noticed J staring at the bubbles too. I laughed and asked her if she felt anything from the acid. She said no, she just still felt weird from the pills. I agreed, and we all decided to take a break from dancing for little bit. So we all stood off to the side, but still with in reach of the bubbles. I felt like I couldn't stop staring at the bubbles and the lights, so I just did. I was staring for a while, then I looked over a J, to see what she was doing. And that's when the first one of us was hit for sure.

t+1:10, 11:30

J was standing there, eyes wide, crying. She was just staring at the bubbles, with tears rolling down her cheeks. I didn't know what happened to her, and I immediately asked her what was wrong. She replied with a simple, 'I don't know, nothing really.' I pleaded with her to tell me so I could help her out, but she did not (and could not) explain herself at all. I was worried and kind of mad at her for acting in such a strange way. At this point, I didn't understand how someone could just start crying out of nowhere, in front of everyone, and could not explain themselves. We all backed pretty far away from the dance floor, and tried to comfort J.

t+1:15, 11:35

I continued to feel a bit odd, but I just attributed it to the pills. But soon I realized that I was feeling something other than the pills. When I looked down, the ground was slanting downward and away from me, and it kept getting further and further away, making me feel as if I would fall. Then I began to feel a bit uncomfortable with so many people around, I told my friends that I thought I was starting to feel the acid, and asked them if they thought it was a good idea to leave. J thought my idea was wonderful, because she too felt weird around so many people. Although S didn't feel anything yet, she agreed, and Jimmy agreed to take us back to S's house, where we were staying.

T+1:20, 11:40

As we were leaving the club I held on to J closely. Her trip had begun to start at least 15 minutes ago, and she seemed pretty confused. As we walked out of the club I began to feel the effects more and more with every step I took, as if I was walking out of the club and into the acid trip. I didn't want to look at any people I didn't know in the face. The ground continued to slant downward, and my legs seemed like they just kept getting longer, or maybe I was taking longer strides? I felt like it was a huge mission to get to the car. And once we got in, I was extremely relieved.

T+1:25, 11:45

We began to drive home and J sat in the back seat with me. Her eyes were practically bugging out of her head, and I asked her what she was feeling, so I would know what to expect in the next few minutes. She told me that her body was tingling so intensely that she couldn't even move, then she was trying to tell me what was going on in her mind, but she couldn't explain herself, because the acid was hitting her so powerfully. I asked if she was okay a few times, and she gave me a sincere smile, so that I knew she was even though she couldn't talk.

T+1:28, 11:48

I began to feel motion sickness, and felt like I was going to throw up. I told J, and she tried to calm me down, saying it was just the drug, and I wasn't really nauseous. It didn't help, I asked for a bag to keep by me just in case I needed to throw up.

T+ 1:35, 11:55

We were caught up in traffic because of something that was going on up ahead. I was planning to wait until I got to S's to throw up but I could not stand it any longer, and stuck my finger to the back of my throat and threw up a few times. But I didn't feel any better, especially because we realized that the traffic up ahead was a shit load of cop cars blocking up the road. Then Jimmy and S started to freak out. They thought there was a DWI check up ahead. S wasn't tripping yet, so she and Jimmy were trying to think of a plan for when the cops were going to talk to us. They would obviously know something was wrong with the two of us in the back, one tripping balls, and the other throwing up. They agreed that we just need to act normal, and if the cops knew something was up, to just explain that we had been drinking a little, and were on our way home.

T+ 1:40, 12:00

We realized that we would be stuck in traffic for a while. And what should have been a 15 minute ride would be like 45 minutes. I began to feel a better because the car hadn't moved in about 10 minutes. So I started to talk to J in the back. We were basically talking about what we were feeling, although I just started to trip and only felt the body tingle, she was pretty much full blown tripping. That's when she motioned that she might call her boyfriend to come and pick her up later.

T+1:50, 12:10

For some reason I felt that if I was about to cry. And I just began to burst into tears. I didn't know why, but accredited to the fact that I didn't want J to leave. I began to think that if she left, the appropriate thing to do would be to kill myself. The meaning of life completely vanished for me (obviously I was in some kind of sixth circuit warp), and I imagined the ways I could kill myself most painlessly. I started to describe them to her, but she then immediately explained to me that she would not leave me until I gave her the okay. I began to feel better after she said that, but when I stopped crying I realized I was now completely tripping (probably on the same level as J). I began to feel my body tingling, but it wasn't tingling all over. My body was tingling in stripes(my feet, the middle of my calves, my upper thighs, my mid stomach, and my upper chest) horizontally across my body. The tingling was so intense, not like a normal weed smoking tingle; this tingle was actually squeezing my body and pushing it back into the seat so hard, I felt like I could hardly breathe. This scared me a little, but J said the same thing had been happening to her, but it had eased up after a while. This relieved me, and slowly but surely, the tingling eased up as the minutes passed by.

T+ 2:00, 12:20

We were about 20 feet away from the cops and I had no worries, I was completely in my own world. I was in what some called a mind fuck, where there was no point to try to find an end or point to what I was thinking through drawing rational conclusions or imagining an answer visually. Instead of freaking out about this I just let my mind flow. I heard S and Jimmy freaking out about the DWI check, but I didn't think it was a big deal at all. At this point, S's trip definitely started, for she began to bawl like the rest of us had when our trips started. She just began to cry and cry, talking about how the DWI check was coming, and she didn't know what to do. Really, at the time, I couldn't even comprehend what a DWI check was, or its consequences. I just sat there, and tried to calm myself as I felt the trip overtake me.

T+ 2:05, 12:25

S noticed that it wasn't a DWI check at all, there was a car accident. They were extremely relieved, but I was extremely bothered, at first. I refused to look over by the accident, afraid to see anything that might disturb me, as I was trying to ease into the intenseness of the trip. I closed my eyes as we passed the accident site, and S said that there was a dead man on the ground. This would normally freak me out, but instead I was completely unaffected. I felt that it was only normal that the man had died, and since it did not affect my life at all, why should I worry. After all, millions of people die everyday.

T+2:10, 12:30

J talked to her boyfriend on the phone. She tells him about the intenseness of the trip, and that she was starting to get scared, and wished he was there. He was pretty upset that she even took the acid, and decided he would come and get her. I was too far into my trip to worry about other people. I didn't know why she was really leaving, and again I felt no emotion, and I didn't particularly care that J would leave anymore.

T+ 2:20, 1:00

We met J's boyfriend at a local diner, so that he could pick up J, and bring her home. When J's boyfriend got there, J practically ran out of the car, and got into her boyfriends. I realized that I didn't even get to say goodbye, so I jumped out of the car, planning to go over and say goodbye. This was the first time I had walked since leaving the club about 1.5 hours ago. I was completely wobbling, and had almost no control of my legs, but I somehow managed to walk the 10 feet over to the car. Suddenly I forgot what I went over there for and asked J what she was doing. She told me that she was going to go home, but that I'll talk to her tomorrow. I thought it was fine, and told her to be careful. Then I started walking back to Jimmy's car, putting my full concentration into walking. I didn't even look around, because if I looked at something and didn't think about walking, I wouldn't have made it. Finally I was almost back at the car when I realized S was standing outside of the car screaming at J's boyfriend. She was screaming that he is a jerk for leaving with J, and not even coming to talk to us. She was calling him every name she could think of, and was threatening to kick his ass. Although I couldn't laugh (I think I forgot how) I was cracking up inside. I could hardly get back into the car because I was 'laughing' so hard. I thought it was hilarious that S was yelling at J's boyfriend for no real reason, or at least a reason I couldn't understand at the time.

T+2:40, 1:20

Finally we were on our way back to S's house, or so I thought. We drove for about 10 minutes, which I have no recollection of, and ended up at S's friends house.

T+ 2:50, 1:30

I asked where we were, and S began to tell me that they are making a stop because she wanted 'water and bread...oh, and some straws to chew on.' So we all got out of the car. Jimmy was walking around, and S was talking to her friends by the car, but I could hardly move. I just stood by the car, holding onto the door for balance. I am usually very friendly and would talk with S and her friends, but I had no desire to. Instead I just stood there trying to understand where the hell I was. I knew I was somewhere in my friends' town, I knew I was by a car, and that's about all I knew. I couldn't tell where the side walk, lawns, or houses were, everything was just a mess. So I stood there and tried to figure everything out, and get things into perspective by taking it slow, and focusing on one thing at a time. First I noticed a tree, because I was right by one. I looked a little past that tree, and noticed another. I looked down a little further, and noticed the trees just seem to go on forever. I didn't realize that the trees were probably just landscaped like this, and began to freak out. I looked where I thought across the street would be, and the same thing was over on the other side - another line of trees.

T+3:00, 1:40

S came over to me to see if I was alright. I tell her that I am, although I still didn't know where I was (except that I was near a car, and a tall tree, which continued into a row of trees). She offers me a straw to chew on. When I decline the straw, she begins to tell me how much I'm missing out, and how wonderful straws are. I listened as closely as I could because I found her theories on straws quite amusing. But I still had no desire to chew on one, mainly because I began to think she was addicted to chewing on straws, and if I started, I would be chewing on them the whole night.

T+3:10, 1:50

S and Jimmy say they're goodbyes to S's friends, and we all get back into the car. We make our way to S's house. I think I was tripping so hard at this point that my mind just shut off (k-hole??). All I could think about was that I wasn't in this world. The next thing that I remember was I was looking down at my body from somewhere else (eighth circuit). I was thinking 'What is this, what are all these things around this thing?' A thought popped into my head, it said, this body is you. I was very confused. I think I was trying to refuse the seventh circuit causing myself to 'bug out'. It was as if I had never seen my body before and I didn't even know I had a body. I knew that I existed, but I thought, what is that silly chunk of meat there. That couldn't be me, how could I possibly be that, that thought of me being that chunk of meat was stupid to me. So, I tried to think of who I really was, my name popped into my head, it sounded really weird, but I knew it was my name. So finally I convinced myself that the body is in fact a body, and it is in fact my body.

T+3:35, 2:15

We arrive at S's house. I open the door, and proceed to step out of the car, only this time I really couldn't walk. I was tripping so hard I didn't even know how to walk. Jimmy noticed this quickly, and ran over to me. He put my arm around his shoulder and began to help me walk, but it was no use, my body would not work with me. Jimmy ended up carrying me to the front door, and helped me walk (partially carrying me) into S's guest bedroom. All of a sudden I had the urge to throw up yet again. So S brought me a plastic bag. I was mad because I felt nauseous, and spent 5 minutes dry heaving. S told me to stop because I was just bugging myself out and probably didn't have to throw up at all. I knew it was true, but the nauseous feeling wouldn't go away, so I didn't stop trying. S left the room and came back with some water (at some point about here Jimmy left). She told me to relax and drink it. I refused but she told me that the water will stop my nausea. I have a lot of trust in S, a best friend of mine, and immediately believed her. So I began to sip on the water, although it tasted really weird to me. This water seemed to be flavored, but I didn't remember water having a flavor, and I had no idea what the flavor was flavored like. So I just tried not to think about it and sipped on the water. It was the next day when S told me it wasn't water she had given me it was milk. Jimmy said milk would be better to coat my stomach, but S knew I wouldn't drink it if I knew what it really was.

T+3:55, 2:30

Okay, brace yourself this is the yucky part. I grabbed the plastic bag, and this time I knew I was going to throw up. It all just began to come out. At that point I couldn't even tell you how much water exited my system, not only because I filled up a large portion of the bag, throwing up, but I also peed uncontrollably, right there on the couch. And I dry heaved until S told me that if I didn't stop she would be forced to wake up her father, and bring me to the hospital. I immediately snapped out of the mind set I was in, and told S I would be okay. I would normally be disgusted with what just happened, but for the first time in my trip I felt great. I no longer felt the nausea that was taking me over for the last 3 or so hours. S helped me change my clothes, and cleaned up the mess (she was obviously handling the trip way better than I was).

T+4:20, 3:00-4:00

Although I didn't feel sick anymore, the trip was still really intense, so I decided to lay down, and try to rest. S brought me over a sheet, and told me she wasn't ready to sleep so she would be in the living room watching TV. As soon as she left the room I began to get intense visuals. First of all, the room that I had been in thousands of times, was no longer recognizable to me. I could not figure out how big the room was for the life of me. I kept looking around, but the walls would keep moving backwards, or be suddenly extremely close. Sometimes I thought I was in the room the size of a basketball court, other times, I felt I was practically in the closet. So I decided to stop trying to figure it out, because it was impossible. So I just stared straight up at the ceiling, and figured that I needed to go to sleep. But the trip wouldn't let me; it was keeping my mind extremely active. I started wishing that the trip would end, and began to think that it never would. After all, I had never done something that lasted for so many hours, so intensely. I figured if it hadn't even begun to mellow out by now, I would never stop tripping. While I was thinking about this I began to see small orange faces coming out of the corner of the room.  The faces were waxy looking with really big noses. They kept coming at me one by one. I wasn't scared of the faces, I just got kind of annoyed because they wouldn't stop coming at me. So I tried to think about other things, and they eventually went away. Then I remember looking at the fan, and thinking about how it felt (emotionally). And that's about the last thing I could remember before I fell asleep.

5:30

About 7 hours after I initially took the acid, I woke up, and realized S was in the room. I asked her if she was awake, and she said yea. Then finally, I realized that the trip had mellowed out, slightly. S and I just sat there and talked about countless things for about an hour. I would explain what we talked about except the concepts would run this post onto an extra 10 pages.

6:30

We were relieved that the trip had mellowed out, and figured that we would be fine in the morning. At this point I went to the bathroom to pee. But I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I only looked for a second, because it looked like my eyes were bugging out of my head, and I got really freaked out. I returned to the room, and proceeded to sleep until the next afternoon.

I can't even think of a word for how I felt the day after.  My brain felt completely fried. I could do some simple tasks, but my body felt extremely relaxed and it was hard to do anything that required even minimal effort. Lucky for me, I had work that day with some other girls in high school that I was friends with, and my manager had already left for the day. When I explained to them how I felt, they pretty much did all the work and let me sit behind the desk, as I tried to explain to them my adventure from the previous night (having extreme difficulty because I kept forgetting what I was saying, and could hardly form sentences).

Although half the trip my brain and body were not properly functioning, I still remember almost every aspect of the trip. I guess the memories part of my brain stayed on the whole time, which I am extremely grateful for. This experience taught me a lot, and was an awesome new feeling that I think everyone should experience at least once. The intensity of the trip completely kicked my ass, and I was extremely thankful that I chose to do it with close friends. For me, this one trip was definitely enough; I appreciate acid, but would never touch it again.

HAPPY TRIPPING :)~

'There's a button somewhere inside each and every one of us that gives you a look into the other side. And thats the button that resets the compass that tells you where you want to sail.'

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 89917

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: May 28, 2013	Views: 4,528

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I am 18 years old and, prior to this event, have had experience with marijuana, alcohol, and salvia. I've wanted to try LSD for a while, and have had some access to it, but have never found the 'perfect time' to try it, until 2 weeks ago. I was on a spring break trip with 11 friends on the coast of North Carolina. We had an amazing oceanfront house with a great beach and, since it was off-season, literally no one was staying in the houses near us. A few friends and I decided it was perfect for our first trip. We brought 8 hits of what I later learned was very high quality acid: 3 for A (who had tripped several times, working his way up to 3), 2 for me, 2 for F, and 1 for R (F's girlfriend). On our fourth day at the house, the other trippers decided we should do it that day. At first I was hesitant; I was slightly hung over and thought I should be in better health for the first time. Eventually, I felt better and decided to take the hits that day.

Around 3 P.M., we all took our hits together, A taking all 3 hits, F, R, and I each taking 1. About 10 minutes after taking the hit, another friend and I decided to drive down the road to a surf shop and buy a cheap skimboard as we had spent the last four days with nothing to do but drink and smoke, and were looking for an adventure. After about 45 minutes, at the surf shop, I began to feel a little strange. My vision was somehow intensified, and I could feel something was a little different.

By the time we got back to the house (my friend was driving), the feeling had grown a little but was still hard to place. The other trippers were feeling the same thing. F had taken his second hit but I decided to wait it out a little longer. P and I ran out to the beach to skimboard. The other trippers followed to watch and run around on the beach. Skimboarding seemed easier with the buzz, as I had less inhibitions. I had plenty of bad falls, but what would normally hurt was simply funny and I would get right back on the board.

Around 4:45, when we stopped skimboarding, all four of us were feeling the LSD a lot. It wasn't at all how I imagined it. Having salvia as my only other psychedelic experience, that was all I could imagine it being like. Salvia tends to change my perception in a confusing, usually uncomfortable way. It leaves me pretty much out of commission. For example, my friend spent several minutes on salvia trying to stop the graham cracker king from unstitching the black and white triangles that were holding together the universe. On LSD, while my perception is definitely changed, I have enough wits about me to appreciate the wonder of what I'm seeing. On salvia, I hallucinate because I'm far too out of your mind to see what's real. On LSD, I can't believe what I'm seeing is really happening right before my eyes, no matter how hard I concentrate on it.

After skimboarding, A, F, R, and I lay down on a strangely lush green patch of lawn in front of our house. It was amazing to run my fingers through the carpet of green that was almost like fur. We decided that we were on top of a big green monster with thick green fur, holding on to its fur for a ride. Suddenly A, who had taken 3 hits, leaned forward and threw up into the grass. His face was far redder than I had ever seen anyone's face be before. When we asked him why he was throwing up, he replied 'I am?' He barfed several times, still unaware that it was happening, and then was perfectly fine again. We then realized that only we, the four on acid, were still outside, with the other eight would-be babysitters inside the house. It was hysterical to us that they would leave us outside alone, and we laughed uncontrollably for several minutes, screaming 'We need an adult!' over and over. Finally, a friend, M, came out and sat down with us. We all laid back and looked at the sky. It was the absolutely perfect weather to trip, with lots of low beautiful clouds moving amazingly fast. F and I were awestruck, and repeatedly asked each other if the clouds could possibly be moving that fast. Upon a closer look, the clouds swirled like Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'. I smiled, knowing it was the acid, and watched the patterns of swirling clouds for a while.

Around 6:00, we decided to go inside. I was excited to talk to my other friends about what I was feeling and seeing. When we got in, the dark, yellow lighting of the house was disorienting. I remembered that I still had another hit to take, and being perfectly satisfied with what I was feeling, I offered it to my friend H, hoping that he would have a similar experience. He took the hit. The trippers and I tried to listen to the music that was playing in the living room, assuming it would be great, and it was, but the inside didn't feel right. We all went out on the balcony of our house overlooking the ocean. The sky had become a dark blue and the waves were huge. We all stood on top of a picnic table and laughed with the wind roaring through us. It felt amazing to be so far high up with the enormous ocean crashing around us.

After a few minutes, an extremely drunk non-tripper, E, walked out onto the balcony and climbed onto the railing. We pulled her down and pushed her inside, laughing about how the people on acid were the ones babysitting the ones that weren't. After a while, the wind made it too cold outside and we decided to go inside to the disorienting dark lighting of the house. With too much stimulus coming from music and drunk friends, the trippers decided we all needed to stay together to make sense of it all. That didn't last long, as F and R went into their bedroom and shut the door. A and I were angry, assuming they went to have sex and leave us alone, but after about a half hour realized that they were just lying on their bed, talking and trying to make sense of all they were feeling. We were all overjoyed to be together again, and realized that it would be hard to act sexually with the mindset we were all in, resulting in what became a common reassurance throughout the night, 'It's not sexual!'.

Around 7:00, we all went back to the living room where the music was. I laid back in a comfortable chair and looked at the ceiling. Even though I was perfectly conscious and aware of my surroundings, the thousands of tiny dots on the ceiling were clearly swirling around each other. All of the other trippers noticed it too and we talked about it for a while. The music in the background, this time Sigur Ros, became a subtle obsession for us. We were constantly trying to figure out what was real, and the persistent noise in the background became our stability. At one point, a song ended and the room was quiet. We all instantly stopped talking and looked around, confused and unable to function without music. We yelled for someone to put music back on and finally someone did.

One of the most noticeable effects of the acid was that time went incredibly slowly. At first, this is something we laughed about, but as this effect became more noticeable, it was almost frightening. We would go from room to room in a confused haze, watching everything swirl and trying to stay together for what seemed like an hour, only to realize that it had been 6 minutes.

Much of the rest of the night was a confusing blur. The trippers would try to stay together, only to somehow be separated. At one point I was left alone in a bedroom, lying on the bed. I decided it might be better to experience the trip on my own for a little while. I spent several minutes watching the way the corners of the walls swayed back and forth before two of my very good friends, M and T, came stumbling in. They were both beyond drunk. They sat on the bed with me and T bent over me, slurring about how much fun he was having. I found his mannerisms to be fascinating, the way his body rocked back and forth on the bed.

When they left the room and I followed them and sat back down in the living room again, this time next to A. A, who had taken 3 hits, was staring from person to person in the room, not saying anything. When I asked him how he was feeling he stared at me and made a weak attempt at a nod. I began to feel detached and disoriented again, so I sat in the corner of the room by myself, to observe the drunks and trippers without too much interaction. Someone had spilled a bunch of coins on the floor where I was, and I started to flick the coins up into the air with my thumb. It was satisfying to watch them fly into random directions. M walked over with the handheld game Catchphrase, which we had been playing constantly all week. At first I was very reluctant to play, sure that it would be way to much for my brain to handle, but it turned out to be really fun and stimulating. I seemed to be better at the game on acid.

By around 10:30, when I thought I would be coming down, things were still going strong. My friend T, the extremely drunk one in the bedroom, had become extremely sick, and several people were taking care of him in the bathroom. I was still with a few people in the living room. I was mostly trying to prevent two girls from drinking more. They both had a bad habit of drinking vodka like water once they were too drunk to care. After about 15 minutes of keeping them away from the fridge, I gave up. I went to the bathroom where my friend T was to check on him. When I walked in, three friends were watching him, naked in a bath tub full of water, while he threw up what looked like blood. I panicked, still very much tripping. In my mind they were watching him die in the tub. I expected to see him throw up his intestines next. I soon found out they had given him some red Gatorade and he wasn't able to keep it down. T was still drunk beyond words, but he was at least conscious and not dying. My friends turned on the shower on the coldest setting and T yelped a few times, making us all laugh, and I felt a lot better.

I went back into the living room, and after about a half hour, T came out and sat next to me with a bucket. He dry-heaved into it for the next few hours. Soon after T came out of the bathroom, one of the girls I had finally allowed access to the fridge ran in, and spent most of the night there with her hair flopped into the toilet. A, P, T, and I watched a couple movies, Training Day and something else. I needed something to focus my mind on waiting for the comedown. F and R spent a lot of time outside looking at the stars, but I was glad to be warm inside, and didn't want to risk an uncomfortable experience. I spent a long time helping T and making sure he was alright. Around 3:00 A.M., 12 hours from taking the hit, everyone went to bed. I was still tripping, but starting to come down. Going to sleep on acid was as hard as everyone had told me it would be. As soon as I closed my eyes, I would see some random object (once it was P's head, another time it was a hamburger) in the center of my vision and it would multiply to hundreds of that object spiraling outward. My visions would get stranger and more vivid until I would open my eyes, and eventually try closing my eyes again, only to repeat the experience. When I looked at the wood slats lining the wall, the borders of the slat swirled and meshed together. I eventually fell asleep, somewhere around 4:00.

I didn't feel any significant hangover effects from the LSD. I experienced something a few nights later that could be a flashback, but I'm not sure. As I was lying in bed with the light on, the dots on the ceiling were very clearly swirling in the same manner as when I was on LSD. I felt no other effects. I would recommend most people trying LSD, starting small of course. My first trip was nothing enlightening, but was a very powerful experience and I'm glad to have had it. I will definitely try acid again in a few months.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 70589

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 8, 2013	Views: 5,536

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 3:00
		 150 ug
		 oral
		 AL-LAD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

First a little bit of background. At the time of writing this I am 22 years old and a fairly experienced drug user, who especially takes a liking to psychedelics and MDMA. I have tried alleged LSD before (now I'm not so sure it was indeed LSD), a moderate dose of mushrooms as well as 2C-D, 2C-E, 2C-B, 4-HO-MiPT, 5-MeO-DiPT, 4-HO-MET and the almighty N,N-DMT.

Nowadays I am very cautious about being totally sure the drug is what it is supposed to be so I was very pleased when a couple of weeks back AL-LAD started making the rounds in the RC-scene. I saw an NMR and could confirm the identity of the sample so I decided to take a closer look.

At the same time a friend of mine offered me some real LSD, he said he had about 6 drops left and that I could eat 2 or 3 if I want. A couple of friends of my friend and my girlfriend who I will call M throughout this report went out to a lake surrounded by a beautiful untouched forest to enjoy bathing, tripping and sleeping in the woods. So far so good, I packed up the AL-LAD and on the first day I tried 1.5g of shrooms. Since the trip wasn’t out of the ordinary I won’t focus on that but it is maybe relevant in terms of tolerance build-up.

The next day at around 5 pm my first real acid trip began. I ingested about 1.5 drops of the acid (dosage not really known) and we proceeded to wash out the bottle and drink it between 4 or 5 people (I took a few sips so my total dosage was about 2 hits of LSD).

I first started to feel something at about T+0:20 when a very mild body load came over me and started tickling my extremities. Not really demanding and nauseating like it often happened to me on 2C-X compounds. It started building up from there very slowly, at about T+1:20 I was seeing the world enhanced, I would describe it as a state between + and ++. I found huge pleasure in wandering bare-foot through the woods, I lived in a big city most of my life so having all those huge trees and all the nature around me really was a new experience. I had tripped in parks and at that lake before (2C-B) but it never felt so good feeling the earth under your feet and hearing little branches cracking.

At about T+2:30 it stopped getting stronger and I was at a plus 2.5. Trees were wiggling, there was no wind and the lake reflected everything perfectly. It was a beautiful sight to say the least. At about that time the sun started coming down. I realized that I wasn’t really interacting with anybody. My mind was racing with thoughts but I was unable to talk to anyone about anything because I felt ridiculous explaining the most simple of things. The other guys all had much more experience than me, especially with LSD since they always had access to this wonderful stuff. M was sitting in the hammock most of the time, she had eaten shrooms and wasn’t very overwhelmed too so I decided to take her from our camp down at the lake upwards to a big rock from which you could oversee the whole area and where you had an amazing view. The moment we were away from the others we really started enjoying the trip, the pressure that makes you think you don’t want to look stupid in front of others totally fell off and a few minutes in we were laughing hysterically at the way the forest looks like.

It all looked like in a fairy-tale. There was not a sign that humans exist, not a piece of garbage anywhere, not a single line of paint on one of the trees – nothing. In between the 30 meter high trees there were big rocks covered with juicy-looking moss. I tried telling M the story of “Tischchen deck dich” a German fairy-tale which I read lately and which was following me the whole trip. Being unable to hold a thought for more than 30 seconds is really a problem when you are listening to a story so I had to tell the story about six or seven times until she got what it was all about. After that we went back to camp and since we thought we could trip harder we each took a blotter of 150 micrograms of the AL-LAD. A friend of mine who took the AL-LAD in the first place said that the 150 micrograms were like a mild, comfortable LSD trip and that – for him – it was indistinguishable from LSD. This happened at around T+3:30 and I was still at the same level as an hour before.

It got dark an hour later and walking through the forest at night wasn’t nearly as fun as when there’s light. Everything seemed threatening and ugly, it wasn’t really a bad trip but I could definitely feel that LSD can go either way. I thought a lot about if I find nature beautiful or not and I decided that it’s not easy to say something like that. I think many plants just look revolting and ugly. Then again a forest can be the most beautiful thing ever.

The AL-LAD enhanced the visuals gravely, all the trees started wiggling around and when looking up to the stars they quickly formed geometric shapes and systems. The visuals were very 2-dimensional though, not much depth as I have experienced it with DMT for example. The peak that started at T+2:30 lasted for another 6 or 7 hours and then I gradually was coming down. I usually have a headache after a strong trip but with LSD and AL-LAD I was feeling just a little exhausted and sleepy. The comedown was enjoyable and rather quick (which I like). All in all it seems to me like LSD is deemed the king of all psychedelics for a good reason: it’s highly enjoyable with (at least for me) no annoying side-effects to speak of. I am totally and absolutely in love with these compounds and I can’t wait to try them again in a more intimate set with M alone.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 101025

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Aug 13, 2013	Views: 12,347

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LSD (2), AL-LAD (603) : General (1), First Times (2), Combinations (3), Nature / Outdoors (23), Hangover / Days After (46), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 2:45
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 2:45
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 5:15

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

		   T+ 8:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 10:15
		 1 mg
		 oral
		 Etizolam

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   164 lb

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

Date: 4/26/2013

Time: 14-18 hours

Place: My house, all alone.

Male, 164 pounds

Dose: 1 small blotter that looks as if it came off of an intricate design, the blotter has an eye on it.

6:45: I'd been planning for this moment all week. I napped for an hour and meditated for 15 minutes or so. I was ready, I took the hit with good vibes, as this was my first time. I decided to keep it under my tongue for about 15 minutes before swallowing, this deemed a good choice as it contributed to the intense come up I experienced.

7:05 pm: I'd noticed a quite bitter taste from the blotter, and of course, resulting in anxiety for an individual like me. Thoughts piled in at the back of my head that this may be a different trip. However, my tongue did not get numb, and the bitter taste was not very distinct. I figured it may be the blotter. I swallowed it at this moment.

7:35 pm: My thoughts are racing, I am quite confused. My anxiety is out the roof right about now in what to expect. I felt very queasy. It felt as if my stomach did not settle right with the hit. I'd eaten a foot long sandwich around 12 pm. I'd planned for this trip, and even if it was artificial, I was ready to absorb all the information possible. Synthetic drugs and research chemicals do not present meaningless experiences. I began to think back at my past intense mushroom experiences, noticing the very present skin flushing.

7:50: I am at a +++ right about now and I can not describe or really recall everything that was happening at this time. I began to have an intense full body purge at about 7:45 and it consisted of all excretion of sweat and all else, quite a petrifying experience but I felt absolutely great afterwards. I am trying to level my head out, my pupils are dilated almost to the point of no color on my eye and my thoughts are racing. It felt like a very intense 2.5-3.5g mushroom come up. I threw up the blotter that I had absorbed about an hour or so after I kept it under my tongue and swallowed it.

8:30: The bodily purge is about over, thankfully. After I got off of the toilet I rushed back to my room, though it felt like forever. Every step was like ten steps, and I was quite lethargic yet stimulated at the same time. It was a strange feeling. It was like a very intense mushroom trip with a stimulating body high edge. I noticed my mushroom flashbacks and realized that I was in for a positive trip, and not to worry about a single thing.

8:45: Waves of euphoria equivalent to repetitive orgasms came over me. I was marveling at the existence of this powerful energy. Every time I'd close my eyes I'd see wonderful CEVs unlike any I've seen before. Even with some potent mushrooms, it takes a lot to me to get powerful visuals. This was throwing me right into hyperspace and I didn't even know it! I saw minor kaleidoscope visuals with slight color whenever I closed my eyes and light was shifting around my vision. What a wonderful come up.

9:30: My friend decided to stop by with his significant other, and we match a couple bowls of bud. We both had some very nicely grown herbs and it was pretty nice. I was trying to explain them what I had experienced but I was baffling. I couldn't explain my feelings so why bother? I just acted as if I was okay and they asked me to roll a joint for them since I had a roller and papers, and I thought in my head, why is this guy asking someone on acid to roll a joint? I didn't know, but I did it anyway. We smoked another bowl and he left. I was still quite very high, still peaking. My vision was very hazey still and the walls were wavey and very vivid. Everything was fluent, alive, and colorful. I was really enjoying this.

12:00: I had some small visions and maybe even came close to a breakthrough with that powerful purge, but the powerful effects were now being amplified by the home made hashish. It was quite potent I thought, and it burned evenly with my herb. The effects were indescribable, the pulsations of positive energy were still coming over me. It was so nice. I could hardly notice the stoney effect, rather mostly noticed the THC effecting my already psychedelic behavior. I loved bringing back the peak visuals, it was so entertaining.

2:40: Three girls showed up that my brother had brought over. I'd met a couple of them before and they lived in the area. Apparently they got the same Lucy from same guy that I trusted and it had only been an hour or so. Our guy was informed on RCs and was quite loud about this being the real thing. My brother never experienced psychedelics and it was wonderful seeing him on the same acid tripping balls, coming to introspection. He is normally so closed-minded. I noticed all the girls talked how I did when I was sober, so it made me laugh. One of the girls handed me a hit off of the same sheet I'd taken earlier, and I took it. She said 'Smoke me out?' so I did happily. I smoked the rest of my 4/20 hash and shake with them and they loved it, they were tripping very hard. It made me so happy to be in this time at this place experiencing this, and it was incredible I thought that this was happening.

3:45: I notice that all the bud has piled on with the lethargic come down of the acid, and it has me experiencing a very trippy slow-mo kind of visual buzz. It was quite euphoric but interesting at the same time. I was smoking like a chimney with these girls, because for some reason, I just felt so happy to see them. I smoked so much that night I just felt like I couldn't smoke too much. I smoked over 2 grams myself and more with the girls out of the waterpipe. The indica was really hitting me, and it had me on a codeine like trip and I loved it. I still felt the acid hyperspace for sure, and I knew this was the real thing because it still had me stimulated. What a wonderful drug, I thought. It's almost as if this was supposed to happen the first time I experienced this teacher.

6:00: I smoked the last bowl with the girls and said goodbye, gave hugs and they drove home. (DON'T DRIVE tripping, EVER. The designated driver had taken 2 hits 10 HOURS earlier and she was on antidepressants and hardly had effects! Do not ever take the selfish risk of drinking/tripping and driving!) I still felt the intense euphoria of the comedown and it was awesome. I took an etizolam (1 mg) an hour or so earlier, and honestly it did not do much to help my sleep. I was able to get about 6 hours of sleep or so before being awaken just by my parents talking downstairs.

It was such a majestic experience, and I was glad I was able to meet Lucy on such a night. I knew I could trust my friend, as he said this was a double dropped hit. He said it was anywhere from 80-150 'mics'. It really blew me out of this world, and I could only compare it to my 3.5-6g mushie trips. Most parts of my peak experience I am still trying to recall and gather back information on, because the flashbacks were so intense.

What a lovely psychedelic. While I must admit, mushrooms are still my favorite, this definitely comes second. Two hits or maybe even 1 1/2 would have been a breakthrough, and I don't know if I could have been able to comprehend it. I usually start on the lower end of the doses before moving up with psychedelics, just so I can remember and analyze past trips. When I woke up at 12 PM the next day, my pupils were still very dilated for a couple hours. I felt the afterglow for about a week and I still get small visual effects when I smoke my daily bowls. It's had a very positive impact on my life and I am so grateful I was able to come in contact with an entity as great as Lucy at such wonderful circumstances.

But please, be aware, when buying from any friend or dealer, you could be buying any sort of RC or drug. I am almost positively sure that this was the real thing because my friend said his guy always had it tested, and my experience seems to reflect what I've read. By Lucy I mean LSD/sunshine, of course, and I don't mean any confusion here.

Take precaution with this wonderful teacher, you will feel her awful hang over/comedown effects for a day or two afterwards! It was quite physical. The perpetual thought loop was also very powerful.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 100106

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Aug 13, 2013	Views: 4,220

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Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3), First Times (2)


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

		   T+ 2:00
		 66 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Quetiapine
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 3:00
		 33 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Quetiapine
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 4:00
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Ibuprofen

		   T+ 6:30
		 1 glass
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

Chemicals:

LSD – 1 hit 9:30 a.m.

Quetiapine (generic Seroquel) 66mg 11:30 a.m.

Quetiapine (generic Seroquel) 33mg 12:30 p.m.

Alcohol – beer – 1 can 4:00 p.m.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a pharmacologist. I know a lot about pharmacology and drugs (legal and illegal) but I do not know everything. This is all personal research done through medical journals, prescriber information books, internet resources, experience reports, personal experience and second-hand reports. Everyone is different and has different brain and body chemistry; this is simply my experience and my analysis of it. Maybe it can be helpful to you.

This purpose of this report is to examine the effects (and therefore usefulness) of Seroquel (Quetiapine) as an antidote to the psychedelic effects of lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD). In theory, atypical antipsychotics such as Seroquel work directly on the effects of LSD, antagonizing the 5HT2A serotonin receptor subtype, which LSD reportedly exerts many of its psychedelic effects through. In addition, atypical antipsychotics also antagonize the D1 and D2 dopamine and H1 histamine receptors, which LSD works on, albeit to a lesser extent than 5HT. The older, more traditionally used, typical antipsychotics (e.g. the tried-and-true chlorpromazine/Thorazine, haloperidol) have very little effect on the serotonin receptor system. They do, however, exert most of their effects through the dopaminergic system, overriding the psychedelic effects of LSD but not actually removing them.

Important Note: this was not the original purpose - if there was in fact a purpose at all - of the LSD experience that turned into this experience. I simply had the Seroquel in case I needed it. However, in retrospective, this actually makes for a much more interesting experience, at least in my opinion.

All this could make the newer atypical antipsychotics much more effective antidotes to psychedelics. I noticed there is not a lot of literature on this topic. I also know from personal experience and many reports that the benzodiazepines are commonly used to end LSD and other psychedelic experiences. Very early medical literature lists phenobarbital as the antidote of choice for LSD. Of course, the benzodiazepines (and the barbiturates) work on the GABA system, not the 5HT system. Although benzodiazepines, most commonly Xanax (alprazolam) and Valium (diazepam) are considered the 'standard' antidote for ending a bad experience by most circles, I think atypical antipsychotics are more effective at actually ending the experience instead of masking the symptoms of the experience.

The set up included:

one white-on-white LSD blotter hit, stored in a lightproof container in the freezer before consumption,

one 100mg Quetiapine tablet,

one trip-sitter, my roommate, experienced with various psychotropics, including LSD and mescaline,

various run-of-the-mill psychedelic and trance music vinyl and mp3s at my disposal, and

an entire weekend with nothing to do.

The location: urban, Southern USA, mid-spring 2008, warm and sunny weather

Past drug experience: I’ve used LSD, 2C-I, DXM, diphenhydramine, salvia, various amphetamines, opiates, benzodiazepines, barbiturates, and smoked my fair share of cannabis. If that qualifies as 'experienced' or not, is in the eye of the beholder. I'll let you decide for yourself, but I think having a little background is important nonetheless.

The experience:

I woke up early (around 8:30, which is damn early for a Saturday) to discover that my house's Internet connection was not functioning. Realizing that without the Internet, I had nothing to do with my time, I decided to take the LSD that I had been saving for a few days after purchasing it from a 'good' source. According to reports of others who had taken this acid, it was very very smooth. I did some more research about smooth LSD, and how it could possibly be an analog of LSD-25, ALD-52. ('Sunshine Acid', anyone?) Of course, there is no way of telling what this actually was so, for simplicities sake, this is LSD-25.

Note: this is not my first time taking LSD, it’s my 4th, and I've used Quetiapine as an effective antidote to dextroamphetamine (Adderall) before.

After telling my roommate about this plan, the tab was dropped at 9:30 a.m., on a nearly empty stomach, save for a multivitamin and the glass of water used to wash it down. I then went and took a quick shower to relax and clear my mind as much as possible. After all, I was about to have a psychedelic experience.

My roommate suggested that we watch a movie to ease me into the experience. I agreed, wanting to watch Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, however, my roommate suggested that we watch The Doors. I had seen Fear and Loathing many times, but I had not seen The Doors before. A travesty! I know. I agreed that it would be a rather appropriate film considering the substance I had just consumed. The movie began, and the first alerts started at about 9:50, a feeling of apprehension and slight stimulation, classic LSD first alerts. By around 10:20 it was incredibly clear that I had taken LSD, very good LSD. The movie became slowed down, fragmented, and the music of The Doors along with Val Kilmer as Morrison became a psychedelic catalyst for my experience. Time dilation beginning. Time getting really slowed down. My perception of time has ceased to exist. My body load was unusually heavy but I could still handle it. Going to take a piss results in me getting lost in the bathroom for a good 20 minutes, according to my roommate. Visualizations began at around 10:30 with crawling carpeting and changes in color hues. I felt as if my head was being detached from the rest of my body. Looking outside I noticed the color of the tree outside our home was leaning closer and closer to the window. (This is no typo, that is what was happening.)

This was, without a doubt, the most potent LSD I had ever taken, even though it was only one hit. As much as I would like to make a guess about the microgram dose of this blotter, I know there is no real way to tell without personally knowing the person who made it.

One hour after consumption I could feel the peak coming on. Ironically, this point was where Morrison was taking large amounts of psychedelic drugs in the movie I was watching. My visuals started to be controlled by the music in the film, as well as the general mood of the movie. My roommate and I continued conversing about Morrison's philosophy and the darkness of much of his poetry and the lyrical content of The Doors' music. I thought that this would put me in a bad mindset, but this acid was different. I was able to think about depressing things and not have my trip ruined by it. By around 10:45 – 11:00, the peak is in full swing and I am melting into the floor, getting very intense, hard to see, my visual field is sideways and standing up straight becomes hard. Wow, this is really good acid. Maybe too good, I thought, this is only the beginning, time to cut this short.

At 11:30 (or thereabouts) I consumed approx. 66mg of the Quetiapine. That's a rough estimate, my roommate broke the pill into three somewhat-equal sized pieces and I took two of them.  At this point, I decided The Doors was getting to be too much, and went downstairs to listen to some vinyl.  Of course, my first inclination is to put on Pink Floyd's Dark Side of The Moon. I mean seriously, who hasn't listened to DSOTM on LSD? I’ve listened to this album on LSD before, but this was much heavier, but somehow smoother LSD. The needle dropped, my hands shaking. The body buzz was nearly overwhelming at this point, tasks requiring fine motor skills (such as setting up and playing a record on a turntable) became very difficult. I wanted to listen to 'Time'. No, I didn't. I couldn't figure out what I wanted to listen to. Things were taking way too long for me to listen to the entire album. Do I even want to listen to this album? Why isn't the Seroquel working? Then I remembered how stupid I sounded (to myself).  'You're on LSD', I said to myself, 'and you took those pills like 5 minutes ago, of course they're not working yet.'

After some trouble, my roommate and I got ‘Time’ to play. My record player's needle was dirty and caused the track to skip around. I took me a little while to discern if this was happening because I was tripping or if there was simply something wrong with my turntable. So after that we decided to listen to some music on his mp3 player connected into my hi-fi system. Typical LSD musical enhancement, time changes, slows down, slight change in pitch and perception of echo effects on the vocals. After all, the song playing was 'Time', somewhat appropriate lyrical and musical content considering the distortion of time that I was experiencing while listening to the song, David Gilmour's guitar solo in the middle of the song took about 20 to 30 minutes of 'LSD time'. I was able to pick out extremely slight amounts of modulation in the distortion used in the guitar solo. That song hasn't sounded the same since. In fact, listening to it now, I can imagine being on LSD and switch my auditory perception to 'LSD mode'. A mini-flashback, maybe? Very intense, Pink Floyd never ceases to amaze me while on psychedelics.

Trance music (song of choice was DJ Dean's 'Saturday Night') was also incredibly intense, almost as if I could control the tempo control slider on a turntable with my mind. If I thought about it hard enough, I could speed up or slow down the tempo and/or pitch of the music to my liking. Although, I think this 'LSD control' was more than a simple analogy to a turntable control slider. I was able to pick apart different synth tracks in the song and change the speed and pitch of each track individually, more or less creating a different song in my head. I've never done MDMA, but damn trance sounds amazing on LSD.

The stereo started to annoy me, the peak must still be going on, I thought, even though my OEVs had started to die down, maybe the Seroquel is starting to slowly work against the LSD, even during the peak? Possible, I thought. Who really knows, the acid could just be starting the long process of wearing off.

My roommate then told me that he had to walk to 7-11 to buy cigarettes. So I walked with him, it was probably the longest half a mile walk of my life. I actually suggested to my roommate that he drive my car there. He insisted that this was a Very Bad Idea. I'm glad he convinced me to walk. Wow, I thought, my vision is still pretty messed up, like looking through a curved lens. Wait, didn't Hofmann write that in his report on Bicycle Day? Yes, yes he did. Wow, I thought to myself, Hofmann would be proud. 7-11 itself was rather uneventful. My thoughts were now focused on trying to tell if the Seroquel was working or not.

We made our way back to the house and things started to change. My memory, which is normally 100% functional on LSD, starts to get hazy. My visuals started to decrease substantially. Body load, still very much there, along with stimulation and the 'LSD feeling' I get in the back of my neck when I'm tripping.

It is at this point, about 12:30, that I consumed the remaining Seroquel, bringing the total to 100mg. By around 1-2 pm, things were really starting to change, the antipsychotic I had taken was fighting the LSD in my head. A slight headache formed, I consumed 200mg of ibuprofen to attempt to kill it while I still could. My mental processes are getting clearer, but my thoughts are still racing. I noticed that despite my mental and visual trip being quickly beaten by the Seroquel, my body high was still running strong. Maybe the 'psychedelic' effects are mostly through 5HT2A and the other effects come from the agonism of other serotonin subtypes? I'm also getting tired and sort of hungry. I have never been hungry on LSD before.

This is actually sort of enjoyable; I'm not being forced off the LSD, but gently removed from the psychedelic part of the experience while still feeling a body high and very slight and enjoyable stimulation that I would compare to consuming about 5 mg of amphetamine.

It is now about 3 in the afternoon and my second roommate (who is unaware of the fact that I'm on psychotropics) comes home. I am able to carry on a conversation with him without him even knowing that I'm on anything. We all (along with a few other friends of my roommates) decide to go down to the river. Of course, I delegate that my roommate drives his car, because, even though I'm nearly at baseline now, my pupils are still massive. After much confusion about who was actually going to the river, things got straightened out. I'm basically back to normal now, nearly no psychedelic effects at all. That's about 6 and a half hours after consumption...I should still be tripping pretty hard right about now, considering my past experiences with LSD.

We get down to the river and meet up with the other members of our group and start to walk around. Nobody is aware that I'm tripping until I tell them. If I could even call this tripping. The only thing that's different from baseline now is my body load feels sort of like I smoked some really good cannabis. The amphetamine-like stimulation is gone now too. We walk down to the water and I drink a can of beer (Pabst Blue Ribbon, no less), which has no effect whatsoever. The beer tastes just like a regular slightly warm can of PBR should. So no change in perception of taste now either. Normally when I'm on LSD, drinking fluid tastes very metallic and strange. Ahh, maybe there still is a little LSD in there after all, drinking on acid does nothing to me and I'm normally a lightweight when it comes to drinking - normally I can feel one beer.

We walked back to the car and drove back home. I'm basically normal now; no mental or visual distortion whatsoever, slightly body high, although it is barely noticeable and doesn’t affect moving around or anything, and I had no problems getting back to sleep early that night (at the end of my other LSD experiences, getting to sleep was very hard).

The next morning I woke up and felt refreshed, but still tired. A very good trip, I thought, certainly the best LSD I've ever taken. Taking the Seroquel really eased me out of it too.

Considering how easy and smooth it felt coming down (albeit cutting the LSD short) from the psychedelic aspect of my trip using the Seroquel, I would recommend it to anyone, at least to have as part of a psychedelic crisis kit. However, it does take a decent amount of time to kick in, which, as anyone who has taken LSD knows, is a much longer amount of time when you’re tripping. From a pharmacological standpoint, the atypical antipsychotics seem to be the direct antidote to serotonin-modulating psychedelic drugs such as LSD.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 71844

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 10, 2013	Views: 19,448

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LSD (2), Pharms - Quetiapine (273), Alcohol (61) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 Pharms - Tramadol

		 Pharms - Cyclobenzaprine

		 Alcohol

		 Cannabis

		 LSD

		 Pharms - Carisoprodol

		 Kava

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

The summer was long and unyielding. Recent events had me at an unusual amount of stress and the scorching summer certainly was not helping. My sister had just moved to San Francisco and I wanted to pay her a visit, so I jumped at the chance of taking a vacation to there for a week of binging.

Accumulating all the drugs we could find, the Secretary and I planned a fun week in the bay far in advance. Our plans caught a bit of a snag when I got hired on at some arms manufacturing place just weeks before our scheduled vacation. We decided to shorten the five day binge into a three day bender. We traveled lightly, with nothing but a pair of sleeping bags and a suitcase full of drugs.

After leaving work on Thursday I had a someone pick the Secretary and I up and drop us off at the train station. Neither of us wanted to drive and we figured plane tickets were too pricey, so we took decided to ride the rails. Little did we know a straight shoot train from LA to SF didn't exist, so we had to take buses between train stations. The result was a fifteen hour ordeal, only made tolerable by 600mg tramadol  and 20mg cyclobenziprine between the Secretary and I. We had a few shots of liquor while waiting for the trains to arrive which synergized with the tramadol nicely, putting us in a silly and chatty mood. In addition, this combination made for some quality sleep.

It seemed like ages, but we finally arrived Friday afternoon in downtown San Francisco mostly sober. We were both starving at this point, so when the Secretary pointed out a restaurant called Sinbad's, a nickname of hers, we literally jumped off of the bus to dine there. The place was completely empty, but regardless we took a seat and grabbed a bite. The food was sub-par, but the coffee was quite refreshing. They just kept filling our glasses and we kept emptying them until finally we had about six cups each. We paid out bill and were out on the street again.

Growing tired of sobriety we wondered what to binge on first. Since it was still early and our supply of stimulants were limited at best we decided on the methamphetamine. We found a public restroom that quickly became too crowded to discretely do drugs in, not to mention the fact that I was in a lady's restroom at all raised some eyebrows, so we ventured to a port-a-potty where I racked us up each a line. The remainder I put inside a water bottle and we sipped, favoring a long lasting oral dose with a heavy hitting nasal one.

We sat on the warm grass and talked about many things. The euphoria perfect, not too much nor too little. Eventually we decided to check out some of the local modern art. Not matter what my degree of insobriety I can never manage to appreciate modern art.

My acid connection was supposed to meet us in town but ended up not being able to make it, so the two of us hit the streets in search of a vendor. The destination was hippy hill on Ashburry and Haight, on the exact opposite side of the city from where we presently were. But we were spun out and up for the sightseeing, so we took the shoelace express.

We saw amazing things and met astonishing people on this walk, stopping a few times so that I could catch my breath and once to change in an alley. The hike was grueling and we became exhausted, but as the density of homeless grew we knew we were close. At last we reached our destination, which was conveniently next to an Amoeba record store. Of course we went inside and browsed the music. I made futile attempts to flirt with the locals but was too tweaked out to manage much success. I started to crash pretty hard and at last went outside to get some fresh air.

My inquiries of LSD led me to a man named Lobo, short for lowlife hobo I would later find out. While he didn't have acid I convinced him to trade some DMT for my ether. We traveled across the street to hippie hill to make the transaction. I was looking forward to enjoying some ether later on, but DMT was just too rare to pass up.

We continued our acid investigation until we met three other very young kids looking for the same. We combined our efforts and in not much time found a man who would sell us doses. $10 a tab, it was a rip off but it would have been wonderful to experience presently. We paid the outrageous price and the Secretary and I each dropped one.

The secretary and I had been on a side quest ever since arriving in town to find someone with a piece to smoke her marijuana with. When we encountered Lobo again I asked if we would mind getting smoked out. He did not hesitate to withdraw his pipe.

The secretary packed a bowl and Lobo began to hit it. As the pipe made its was around we were joined by three other hippies who decided it necessary to join us. One of them was a fellow I had asked earlier about the LSD but replied that, 'I got it, but I don't know you and wouldn't go out of my way to get you high.' The other was a female who I asked for directions to Market street, where we had come from, and gave me a long winded explanation which was clearly inaccurate.

While the pipe made its second and final circle, the Secretary pointed out that I had almost sat on a needle under some brush. Lobo says that it belongs to him and asks if we use needles. I reply that I don't because it crossed a level of health dangers for me, to which he mocks us.

This entire encounter with these burnouts was uncomfortable at best. Their demeanor towards us, fellow drug abusers, was wholly disrespectful. It was almost as if they looked down on us for not being as low as they were. This eye opening experience gave new meaning to the term 'rock bottom'. Earlier the Secretary told me she wanted to try intravenous heroin if she had the chance, so as we parted ways with these burnouts I taunted the Secretary that she would be like that in five years. She was not pleased with this.

While walking back I saw a few spots within my field of vision and color distortions. I thought the acid was coming on but this was the climax of my hallucinations. We had been ripped off. With spirits low, we decide to pan handle for a bit while we rested. I had gotten us tickets to an Offspring show but we couldn't find a way to bring our stuff inside and were damned if we were to leaving it in the streets. So we sat on the ground, dejected and coming down, we decide day one of our binge is about over and move on to try and find a decent place to sleep.

At this point the Secretary declared that she was done with drugs. I told her that she was just having a bad come down and that I felt the same way and the feeling would pass, but she assured me she meant it. I said that I tried to limit my drug use to enhancing events and the such and she told me she didn't want to do even that. She acknowledged the fact that she would still have the cravings, probably for the rest of her life, but that the recreational use of drugs was something she could do without. I humored her that I supported this decision, but pointed out that she shouldn't be making decisions while on drugs anyway.

First we tried the BART subway system, both of us thinking it to be a stereotypical bum hotel. After hearing the news of a BART security guard executing an innocent unarmed man I was a little apprehensive about lingering down there but the whole time I only saw one cop, who happened to be on the phone. We sat and rested for a little bit but couldn't manage to get comfortable. I took a soma and flexeril which didn't seem to do a whole lot. The idea of a guard murdering us in our sleep kept creeping into the front of my mind until at last I could stand it no longer and had to leave.

We made way to the hospital, thinking the emergency room had to be open 24/7 and they wouldn't dare kick us out. Another grueling walk away we found it. The lobby was completely vacant so we curled up in some chairs in the corner. This seemed cozy and warm and in fact I even managed to drift in and out of slumber, but the entire time people kept walking in and out and opening and closing doors and being awfully noisy until at last my paranoia begged me to leave.

We tried to sleep at some Laundromats, of all places, but alas they closed up in the later hours.

We spotted a parking structure and at last knew our bed. Climbing to the fifth and top floor we finally found an excellent spot to rest. Several old men on roller skates roamed around the area making a very awkward scene. They meant us no harm and were clearly in no authoritative position and any normal situation would call for befriending them and getting some shut eye, but this damned paranoia wouldn't let up. I wondered for a moment why anyone would ever do meth as I cursed it under my breath. I used to be a tweaker with with a weekly habit for about a year and I abhorred that life. That was maybe two years ago, but the comedown was so intense now I couldn't stand it.

At 1am we gave up and at last journeyed to my sister's apartment in Union City via the BART. She greeted the Secretary and I with open arms and we immediately passed out in their guest room. By passed out I more accurately mean lay in bed without sleeping. Ugh.

The next morning I made some breakfast. The Secretary still had no appetite. We loafed around the apartment the majority of the two days while I snuck somas, kava, and shots of liquor to myself. The Secretary suck by her no drug policy for the remainder of the trip.

On Sunday afternoon the Secretary and I bid my sister and her husband farewell and began our long way home. It was even less enjoyable then the way up, with stops in places that were literal ghost towns. I ended up losing the tickets on one of the buses and having to buy another pair, silly me. Although I slept most of the way home I felt completely exhausted by the time I got to my own bed.

Substances that went unused during this trip were nitrous oxide, oxycontin, 2C-I, and Viagra. The DMT was later found to be no good.

The next day the thought of sobriety lingered in my head. Back in the day I had made an effort to quit everything about once every other month but had since not even bothered. I couldn't shake it for some reason, it was a different feeling then those other times. For the first time in a long while I sat down and completely revised my drug habits. I had more then my share of experiences at 22, more then most people could say they have done in a lifetime. What I really wanted most in my life was success and my three goals of a Chemist, a Writer, and a Father, and I finally realized that recreational drug use would in no way aid me. Now that I realize it I feel like it was so obvious and I was so blind. There was a lot of talk about denial during our trip and this is what it took for me to see my own dissent.

It was a fun trip, that youth, but I no longer have any use for recreational drugs. Although I long ago accepted that I would be addicted for life I figured with my new awareness it shouldn't be hard to parley my drug use into self-medication, which had already been a budding habit of mine. A reader may think that this sort of justification can only lead to relapse, but rest assured it is different this time. This time I actually want it.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 80451

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Oct 27, 2013	Views: 24,264

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Methamphetamine (37), Pharms - Cyclobenzaprine (267), LSD (2), Pharms - Tramadol (149), Cannabis (1), Pharms - Carisoprodol (186) : Combinations (3), Various (28)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

It's been a long night.

My last submission to erowid was at the age of 17. At that time I was determined, through the use of psychedelics, to unlock secrets of the universe, and while I have had my share of transcendental experience and startling revelation, I am now, seven years later, content with brushing up against the common grace of the human soul.

I hadn't had a good strong trip with lsd in many years, due to the consistently poor quality and low dosage of what was available to me. I recently moved back to the Seattle area from Portland, where, during my last few weeks it seemed there a was a large amount of synchronicity leading up to this experience, as I've always found the case when coming close to an intense encounter with psychedelics.

This particular evening, after spending the day sharing drinks with an old friend I hadn't seen in over a year, I had caught the bus to the closest place to my current home as possible and had just embarked on a seven mile walk to get home when I ran into my somewhat recently ex-girlfriend, with whom I had spent five years and we had a pleasant conversation during which she informed me she had eight hits of good acid with her that she'd be willing to sell me at a bargain. I bought all eight and intended to save them for later in the week, but a few miles into my walk I decided that, as I had no obligations for the next few days and would have the house to myself for the night, I should sample it.

I had been told that one was enough for a strong trip, but I've been the recipient of a lot of dubious dosage information, and so I ate two with plans to take a third if I didn't feel much within an hour. I ate the initial two around midnight, and the third around 1 am. Within a half hour I was beginning to feel it, and ended up getting a little lost on my way home.

Eventually I found my way, and being hungry, I ate a bagel, after which I proceeded to the back deck to sit and think about my life, my friends and the woman that til recently I had thought was the love of my life.

I am the product of a decidedly tumultuous adolescence and young adulthood, but from what better cloth are writers cut? I've recently become more confident and sure of myself than perhaps at any time in my life, and I came to the conclusion that in the different phases I had passed through, I had been attempting to define particular aspects of myself and then attempting to define myself as that aspect alone. It has only been recently, and especially after this experience, that I've been able to see the whole picture and truly come to terms with who I ultimately am.

I listened to the albums of The Books on my ipod all night, and decided that the path I was embarking on, to get a certification as an audio technician and take music classes in college is by far the best that I could have chosen for myself, and was amazed at the amount of work and passion that these two men had put into making such beautiful music with sounds most others would consider the noise of a normal day.

I came to the conclusion that the real importance of a life is whom one chooses to spend their life with and with what dynamic they interact. I am exceedingly grateful to have been able to share almost a quarter of my life (and certainly the majority of my adulthood) with someone so strong, caring and graceful as my ex, and while I miss her I know what would happen if we gave it another shot. I cried for the loss (albeit due to my own decision and action) of someone who was so important to me, but ultimately am glad that we may be able to still be good friends and hopefully spend some time together now and then.

I felt immense gratitude for the two other friends in my life who had played such important roles, and resolved to tell them and my ex how much they mean to me and to thank them for having been there for me when my own life wasn't going particularly well.

I'll be the first to admit that I have my share of vices. I've been known to occasionally drink and smoke to excess, and I am guilty of occasional lust, but tonight I've taken the first steps toward tempering those. I decided that, as I've recently been smoking far less marijuana than I had in several years, due primarily to lack of money and a quality supply, and had been grateful for the clear-headedness that relative sobriety provides, it seemed pointless to be drinking as much alcohol as I had been over the last year, and that if I wasn't driven to smoke something that has positive effects, then I should make an effort to smoke fewer cigarettes, which only provide a fleeting satisfaction, as well.

Regarding lust, which was large factor in the ending of my most recent relationship, I realized that there is nothing wrong with sex, as one is only sharing oneself with another person in a way that borders on boundary dissolving, but that due to the intimacy of the act, it's unwise to be frivolous with it, and ultimately was glad that, though the opportunity had been available, I hadn't made love to anyone since my ex. I thought about my unfortunate preoccupation with pornography and, while I understand this preoccupation and can define its origins, it is no longer of any use to me, and ultimately is only detrimental to the possibility of having another romantic relationship.

As all this was going on it came to be about 4:30 in the morning, and having finished off a pack of cigarettes in an effort to satisfy an oral fixation and alleviate my unconscious tendency to clench my jaw, I decided to go for a walk to find another pack. I reached the nearest gas station at about 5, but they weren't open yet, so decided to try the nearby Safeway. They didn't open until 6 am, so I wandered around the complex, appreciating the fading visuals and being moved by the sight of the rising sun and the sounds of The Books.

When the safeway opened I went in to buy my cigarettes, but after a lengthy and particularly awkward conversation, found out they were charging over $7 for a pack and so decided to walk further down the road to the next gas station.

After a half hour of walking, I realized just how far I would have to go to get to the next gas station (being on the sammamish plateau), and after appreciating the view of seattle from in front of the city hall, decided to head back and try the first gas station again.

I should mention, having read the books of carlos castaneda, that I was surprised to find that in the early light of the morning, and with the mild visuals that remained, I took note that the crows in the area, while flying, appeared white. I wasn't even sure they were crows at first, until I saw them land and heard them caw.

Eventually, around 6-6:30 am, I got back to the first gas station, bought a pack of smokes and walked back to the house, where, as my visuals had quickly been receding and my state of consciousness returning to a more and more grounded place, I smoked another cigarette (wishing I instead had a bowl) and laid on the couch to watch tv in hopes that I might be able to fall asleep.

It is now 6:30 pm, and even though I've come down to pretty much baseline, it's been 18 and a half hours since I took the first two hits and, while I felt particularly tired about 7 hours ago, having spent quite a bit of time lying on the couch seems to have been plenty restful, as I could easily stay up til much later this evening with no trouble. My body, however is quite fatigued and so I'm going to go lay down and see if I can't catch some shut eye.

Hopefully this was helpful for someone. I know a large number of the trip reports on here are focused on serious psychonautical exploration, but as I've grown older I've found my trips taking on much more of a grounded character that serves to reaffirm my beliefs and passions and help to solidify my goals and the path I've chosen to take to reach them.

Thank you for your time and your attention,

-Symptom6

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 72952

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 15, 2013	Views: 3,285

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit

		 LSD

		   T+ 4:00
		 75 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

We started by meeting at the greyhound station in Ottawa. Two friends and I took a bus to Montreal. Once we got there, we met up with three more friends and had a nice vegan dinner. Afterwards we took the Metro (free subway on new years) to the three other's hotel room where we prepared our assorted drugs. I wasn't planning for anything too exotic, so I brought with me one mdma pill, and one booster. In addition, I also took a vitamin C pill there in the hotel room and brought two multi-vitamins for use later. The night before new years and on new years I read up on all the detailed risks of mdma and what to do to help prevent them. There was also a girl that was planning the same thing and had brought the same supplements. I was happy to see that I wasn't crazy about being careful with my body.

Getting to the event was super easy, it was about a 5 minute walk from the hotel. It was also warm outside, so no issue there. Once we got to the event though, you could definitely tell it was sketch. It was definitely used in the past as some sort of warehouse. The bathrooms were a disaster and the hallways were a mess. Later on in the night though, none of this would matter. :)

The event had three rooms, each playing a different style of music. We walked around a bit and got a taste of each room. All of it was very Trancy and exciting, definitely the stuff I like. It wasn't quite the Tiesto-style music I'm used to, it was more HHC and up-beat, but still very cool, and especially fitting for the things that would occur later in the night. The dancing and music was so great, all the people there having a great time, I definitely saw why raves are so loved by many.

At around 1am (the thing started at 10pm), My original two friends and I took a hit of acid. I wasn't planning on taking it, but since we were going to be there for 14 hours, I figured I'd start off with something I had done in the past and knew what to expect. About an hour later it kicked in. This was a *very* *very* different experience from the first time I tried it. Being that there were hundreds of other people dancing and jumping to the beat, it was so easy to connect with others. It felt so right. It was so great, everything was perfect, I couldn't have been more excited.

As the night progressed, 2-3 hours later, my hit was still going intensely. Something I noticed though was that the crowd was changing. Though I expected many people to have taken E, I didn't realize that *just about everyone* did. This is where things really change you. The scene quickly turned from 100 strangers dancing solo, to 100 strangers dancing together, smiling and hugging each other. I have never in my life seen so much happiness expressed so openly. If someone would so much as nudge you in the slightest way you'd both look at each other and hug each other in apology. 'Oh I'm so sorry to have stepped on you', 'Don't worry about it!! You're looking so great today!', 'Thank you! What great music!', 'yaaaay'. Everyone put aside their differences and just embraced each other. It's so often that you see people dressed and normally acting like ego-filled thugs become so vulnerable. It was absolutely unbelievable, I was almost in tears watching it happen.

Note that while that happened, I was still on acid, though it was starting to finish up. I didn't share the same feelings as the others since I hadn't taken my mdma yet, though just observing all the love was life-changing. The paranoia associated with acid started to somewhat kick in for me and I was starting to feel out of place. There was so much love in the room, but I didn't feel too much aside from the way I normally felt. It being almost exactly 5am, I went to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall and went through my pocket to take out my package for the night, two pills with mdma and two multi-vitamins. I took the 75mg (the large one) of mdma and left the other three pills for later. It felt weird, my hands were shaking, all I could think to myself was 'oh wow, two crazy drugs in one night, I must be insane, I guess this is what it feels like to be out of control'. That was probably the paranoia of the acid talking, but it definitely felt like a scene in a movie where you have the druggy taking pills and is unsure about it. Down the hatch it went and ~30 minutes to go.

On my way back to my favorite room, I walked through the halls and made a very clear observation. It now become amazingly obvious why raves' themes always have to do with aliens, zombies and some sort or invasion. Everyone is completely out of their minds. People are walking very slowly, looking in the wrong direction, not able to understand anything. Random moans and grunts are coming from people walking through the halls. If you've ever wondered what a zombie would act like, this is it. I remember thinking to myself at this point that it would be absolutely hilarious for someone not under the influence of anything to walk through these halls, they'd probably die of laughter.

I got back to the dance floor and it's a completely different atmosphere there. Everyone's dancing to the beat of the music and loving each other. At one point, the DJ screwed up and had some silence in his music. You could instantly notice everyone (including myself) get very very upset. This music was the lifeblood of the event, if it stops for even a second, people start having bad trips and all hell breaks loose. It was at this point that I was imagining, if cops showed up to break up this event, they'd have to be complete idiots. Not only would nobody be able to find their way out, but they'd walk so slowly and be so out of their minds, that nothing would work. This is aside from the anger everyone would be in. Only the most inexperienced of cops would ever shut down a rave, it would be a complete and utter disaster to stop the music. It's very clear that at a rave, all you can do is dance. If you're alone going to do anything as simple as going to the bathroom, you'll be completely mindless. It felt so weird, but amazing at the same time.

About 30 minutes had gone by and I started to feel the mdma kick in. It was right on time because I was starting to feel pretty weak after having already been dancing for 7 hours. It wasn't as many say all once of a sudden and be unhandleable. It was very calm but apparent. I could feel myself suddenly sweating more, getting a ton of energy and moving around a lot more. I started staring at more people in the eyes and myself, too, over-apologizing at the slightest touch of somebody else. I was out of control and I loved it.

I was so amazingly happy. It was at this point I met up with a girl that I had dinner with that also took the mdma. Though I'm usually very awkward around women, I was really open and happy with her. She slipped a glowstick off her hand and gave it to me. I tried putting it on, but of course it wouldn't fit. So I unplugged it and made it and tried wrapping it around my hand. I couldn't get it to close since it's normally a two-hand operation to put it back together. This was probably the plan of the company that made it because, lo and behold, what a convenient time to ask her for her help putting it on. I didn't hesitate for a second in asking for her help (normally I'd be iffy about asking because I'm weird like that), and she didn't hesitate for a second in helping. Her hands touching mine felt amazing. Everyone says E has a way of making you enjoy touching yourself and others, but I had no idea how much. This felt amazing! After multiple attempts we finally got it back together and we danced together for another ~30 minutes. I even got her number, though it was tricky since cellphones are pretty much banned from raves. A fellow raver let me know in the nicest way she could (you can tell she really didn't want me to feel bad), but I totally approve of the protocol. You go there to dance, not pick people up, that's what makes a rave a rave: there's no lame tricks involved or mind games involved with 'picking up' other people, this isn't about sex or going over to other people's places afterwards, you just dance and have fun, and the simplicity of the whole thing is what makes it so awesome for me. The girl I was with insisted on giving me her number anyways, so we went to the back of the room and hid from everyone and I wrote it down. I doubt I'll call back being that I'm not from town and that an e-altered mind's judgement of 'this could really work out' likely couldn't be further from the truth, though it felt great for both of us to have someone else to dance and have fun with that night. Maybe I should call her, I don't know. Once she left, I kept dancing along, on the spot for hours. It just felt so good. There's no need to get creative in the dancing either. Just moving on the spot could be fun for hours

I had very noticeably started running out of energy. I went to the bathroom again and looked in my pocket, noticing that I had three pills left, the 25mg mdma booster, and the two multi-vitamins. Looking at the booster, I just laughed and took the multi-vitamins. It'll need to wait for another day, I was still on my E high (and some acid too), though I wasn't looking for more, I just wanted to keep enjoying what I had and collapse and go to sleep eventually some time.

I went back to the dance floor and kept going. It was interesting to see the types of people that went to different rooms. The fast HHC music mostly had E people, the slower music had mostly Acid people from what I saw. You could really tell that that music was almost designed after how people trips went. Mixing the right music is a real skill and I'm happy the event picked good DJs. One of the DJs (Azax Syndrom) did a whole story with his music. It was obviously alien-themed, though it had very good production value. The sound effects and music fit together really well. I felt like we were taking over Earth, once crazy fast-beat dance at a time.

It was about 10am and by that point I was starting to get insanely tired. I went back to the Acid room and found my friends there dancing it up still. I sat down on one of the chairs and started to pass out. I was really really tired, though still somewhat energized from the remains of my mdma trip. They too were getting quite worn out, so we decided to head off. Once we got out, I found it funny one of my friends pulled out her sunglasses, fully expecting the sun reflecting off the bright white Canadian snow to be a bother. You can always spot the experienced ravers. :) We did a quick walk to the local Metro and took the subway to our bus station. On the subway I actually got quite awake and we discussed everything that had happened. I was super happy the entire ride long, and was definitely a lot funnier and talkative than usual. It felt so good. I was so happy to be around other people.

We eventually got to the bus station and grabbed the next bus to Ottawa. Once I sat down I literally collapsed on the chair and fell asleep for the 2 hour ride. We eventually arrived, I said bye and got a ride from my dad home. I didn't have messed up eyes or act weirdly, though I was exceptionally nicer than usual and got into a lengthy conversation about a car's clutch system. He might have caught on that I was on something, being that I was much more open and excited than usually, though I didn't tell him about any of the drugs, just that I was dancing for a while. Nothing wrong with that! Something I should note is that for some reason talking to other people really energized me, though when standing around not communicating with others, I quickly started feeling tired.

Once I got home, I took a shower, barely able to stand up, and went to sleep. I woke up 4 hours later, grabbed something to eat, though was still not able to do much. I watched some tv with the folks, though again, very talkative and nice but not productive. I went to sleep again last night and woke up today. I still feel that something went on, but I'm getting more productive and able to do stuff now. Also I should note that when talking to people, I pay more attention to being nicer to them now, and try to keep any negative comments I'd have normally said to a minimum. I hope that stays.

Overall, this definitely had to be the most exciting and mind-blowing (literally!) experience I've ever had. I could not have been happier about the entire experience and don't regret anything. Maybe I should have taken the mdma before the acid, but regardless, I'm happy I took them both to see both perspectives. In general, I'd say that because I was good about it and didn't let it take over my emotions too much, and most importantly, I remained in control, I had the time of my life. I can't wait to do it again, though I'll likely wait another 1-2 months before I go again. Taking these drugs can be safe (though of course not 100%), but it sure is safer than the shit that happens when people get drunk or smoke their lungs out. I'm so happy I did this. Welcome 2010. Oh and did I mention I didn't drink a drop of alcohol on new years? :)

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 83097

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Nov 21, 2013	Views: 5,894

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