		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   230 lb

I'd like to talk about my first, and thusfar only LSD trip. To set the mood, I'll say that this was at college, on my birthday (a bit more than a week away from the end of school), we were still living in dorms, I had only just the week prior heard that we might have access to LSD, and I was the only one of my friends brave enough to try it (everyone was worried about flashbacks, but the research I did suggested that they really wouldn't be too bad, if at all). We're a strong group of friends, tightly knit. These were the guys that introduced me to weed, etc. My first true friends, due to my awful experiences in high school.

Anyway, I awaken for my birthday, the tab already stored away in my fridge, I picked up my brand new grinder from the post office, I check through my mail, and I've gotten an email from a Google recruiter (quick opportunity to call my mom so I don't have to ignore her all day). Oh yeah, and it was an absolutely GORGEOUS day - high of 62*F, sunny (so it was absolutely comfortable to be out in pants and a t-shirt), this was looking good. I emptied my pockets of all but my wallet and keys, and popped the tab in my mouth at 12:00 noon. (so that t+1 would be 1:00, etc.). I chilled on my couch with a few of my friends waiting around for the inevitable, all while wondering if I had just eaten a piece of paper...

Fast forward to about 1:00. Still haven't felt any effects, although I obviously didn't know what I was looking for exactly. Until the shadow behind the towel on the wall started to shift and colorcycle just slightly. It wasn't much, but I knew I was in for a ride. At that point, I only had fairly vague visuals (things colorcycled, but only within a small range of colors), and I could feel my mind starting to run in interesting ways fairly quickly (Two good quotes from me: 'I was going to ask you what color the poster was, but then I realized your answer could not be satisfying to me.' and 'How come words don't look like words upside down, they look like upside down words?'). I enjoyed staring at the walls for a bit, but then decided to start my adventure.

First stop, my friend who lived across the hall from me. She showed me that IBM video explaining logarithms - basically it's a shot of zooming way out on a couple enjoying a picnic, all the way to the universe scale, then zooming way in to the subatomic scale. That absolutely captured me, and did color a lot of my thoughts throughout the day. A few other videos weren't as appealing, and we all decided it would be a good time to go outside.

It's me and three of my friends, we make it out of the door of the dorm, and we run into our RA in short order. I crack up, thinking about how she has no idea what's going on inside my head. We run a little later into more RA's doing an area program involving, as far as I recall, watersports and freezepops - neither of which interested me at the time. One of my friends goes off to get a freeze pop, and I think at that point had to go to class, so goes off towards academic side while the rest of us head off through the woods. I should mention, that in my mind, it's absolutely amazing looking at all the people around, thinking about what they're thinking, thinking about how visible I am to myself, and how basically invisible I am to everyone else, and being put into a damn good mood by everyone talking about how they were basically done with classes for the year.

We head off to the woods, and I don't know whether it's because of the LSD, or the weather, but it seems to me like everything is just a hell of a lot more GREEN in there. Everything was growing in, and I really hadn't noticed until then. Plus, although I wasn't feeling much in terms of visuals, all the green that was there was definitely a lot more vibrant a green than I had ever seen before. We take a walk through the woods (often used by stoners, by the way). I notice how damn big one of the robins is. I'm distracted by the movement of just about everything in the forest. We go over to one of the more popular spots in the woods, 'Narnia', which we hadn't been to since I got caught with a bong between my legs about a month back. We had nothing on us, so nothing to worry about. I run through those events a little bit, although in a totally great mood. We also run through the time we met up with a schizophrenic girl back there, and we figured out which tree she jumped out of. A bit more nature enjoyment, and we're off - we keep walking and we catch up with the road around campus to get back to the dorms. Here's where a bit of auditory tripping comes out.

Up to that point, everything had been fairly moderate - probably a +. When the auditory trip kicked in, I'd say it went up to a ++. I all of a sudden stopped walking - all of my mind was just as 'there' as it had been all day, but I noticed something funny. I could just barely hear the cars driving right next to me, but the sounds of the forest, the wind blowing through the trees, the birds chirping, etc. all were intensely loud. I started losing my ability to think like normal, and started thinking in 'LSD mode' (which I'll explain a bit later), and came up with some funny idea about how important nature was, and how unimportant the real world was... an idea it was almost impossible to put into words. After a little bit, we keep walking, and we head right back up to my dorm.

Physically, at that point, I was red and overheating, people commented that it looked like I had gotten a bit too much sun, but after resting a bit, sweating it off, and keeping with my liquid intake like I had been so careful to do all day, I went back to normal. I should stress this - I was VERY glad to have a ton of those 23oz green tea cans around - I went through alll of the ones I had left, and that was good. Just keep drinking.

Back in the dorm, we met up with a few more friends who had been in class up to that point, talked for a bit, and such. My concept of time is a bit fuzzy, but my guess would be that this was around 2-3pm.

Basically, chilling at this point involved my sitting on my couch, mostly thinking, occasionally talking with people, and my friend who was watching me playing a videogame in my room, while playing music on my stereo. I don't know how much time passed around then - it feels like a lot, but at the same time, I can't remember enough events around there to justify it being a lot - that's a common theme, asking my internal clock about what time it was, and my internal clock responding three different answers at the same time depending on how it figured it - one was way slow, one was dead on, and one was way fast, although I had no trust that any one of them was correct.

At that point, I'd classify my baseline as ++. I was getting used to my thoughts shooting off, etc. I still held myself fairly grounded, though. It was then that I determined that I wanted to try to let that go a little. Basically, I lay down on my couch, stared at the ceiling, and through a process very similar to trying to get to sleep while being a bit curious about what happened while you go to sleep, I let myself drift off into a deeper trip. This was the peak of my visuals, and while I let it, it certainly felt like a +++ (although was still a ++ since I could easily come out of it). The walls started to melt around, distort into absolutely intangible shapes, all while my mind did things I can no longer comprehend... what a cool experience.

Part of that, was one of the coolest things I've ever experienced - I saw the double helix of DNA in the sky, much, I imagine, like Francis Crick did so many years prior. Feeling a thought begin to form, I asked my friend to play Longview by Green Day - with a bassline conceived from an acid trip. It fit exactly well. I realized just how similar all of our thought processes were, and really felt connected to everyone else in the world.

Anyway, I guess at that point it was a bit before, or actually more likely, a bit after 4:00. We decided to go out into the woods again, this time with a different assortment of people, and the tiny bit of weed that we had between us. The goal was for two of my friends to study for a math test coming up, while getting high, and I was coming along for the walk. We went to a lesser-known spot in the woods. My original plan was to not smoke with them - I wanted to experience as pure an LSD experience as possible.

They talked a bit about math, and I thought a bit about other things - well, at the rate I was going, everything all at once. Here I'll explain what my 'LSD mode' is - it's what really made me realize how much of a stimulant LSD really is. My thoughts would start somewhere, then, instead of just going linearly from one thought to the next, they seemed to bounce, for some reason I want to describe it as back and forth always moving up, always moving towards more abstract thoughts and concepts, always towards the same sorts of satisfying conclusions (one of which was the idea of the logarithms - that many concepts we had that are rated on some scale are really logarithmic, not linear, and that everyone has a different 'zero point' - a different spot on that scale. I can pin that idea on the video I had watched earlier). The disturbing part about the thoughts were that they continued faster than I could have them - I felt like I totally understood each point they were bouncing off of, but at the same time, if I tried to actually conceptuallize any one of those points into communicable or even just 'normal' thought, it took far too long, and I missed a few of the points ahead. I was able to, with intense concentration, commit a few of these steps in a single thought to short-term memory, and after a while, to talk about them to my increasingly high friends. They couldn't fathom how I was thinking, so they thought it pretty funny. I did too.

I'd like to mention a few of the more poignant thoughts I had at that point. First off, I should note that this really felt like another peak of my trip, and it was just like my previous auditory and visual trips, although this one was in another sense. I thoroughly believed that there were, for sake of argument, 4 senses - visual, auditory, tactile and the last one, which I'll call chronospacial. The other two 'normal' senses, smell and taste, were part of chronospacial and tactile, respectively (although there was certainly some overlap). I believed (and it would come mostly true) that I would experience 4 seperate major trip events, like the previous two, and that this was the chronospacial turn. Basically, it messed with time, space, and primarily thought - the things involved with this sense that I had come up with. At this point, I was sort of bouncing fairly quickly between this strong +++ trip and my baseline. After that thought came through (well, I was chronospacially tripping, so order really wasn't important to me. It may have been before, I'll talk like I knew any sort of order, but it may not be right), I really started to feel the LSD jitters - I got a very funny feeling in my legs like I had been all day and on a previous trip on LSA, like they had just about fallen asleep, and the bloodflow was returning; I also physically was jittery at that point - my jaw particularly was vibrating pretty violently. I had heard that weed was good for this, and I decided to try it. The others had already smoked a bit, but they were more than willing to pack another - in this case, since we were pretty much out of everything else, a kief pack of my friend's pipe. He had to leave at that point, for either work or class, leaving just three of us on that little hill in the woods. It certainly helped calm the jitters quickly, and sprung my trip back up.

Earlier in the year, one of our good friends had taken a leave of absence from school, and wasn't going to be back until at least the next year. We really missed him. For today, in wishing me a happy birthday, he mentioned to 'smoke a bowl for him.' The type of request that I would usually think about, but never to the degree that I did right there. In smoking that bowl, I was brought right back, almost completely right back into the experience of one lazy saturday morning wake-and-bake with him and one other friend on that same little hill - at that point I was on a t-break, but I still managed, with little effort, into coaxing them accidentally into smoking far more than they were expecting to - 5 big bowls from a BIG bong. I remembered all the details of the experience - although my visual, auditory, and tactile senses were still back there in reality, my chronospacial sense was right back in that old experience. That was absolutely amazing, and truly a great sense of smoking a bowl for someone. I had never missed him more, and I felt great in a reminiscing sort of way.

One more thought I had that I shared with everyone else was about our perception of reality. After a recent salvia trip, I had realized suddenly the difference between perception and reality, and a big part of my current theory on what reality truly was, and how we'd never even be able to come close to comprehending everything in reality, and that the 'reality' we're in - this universe, etc. was just part of our perception of actual reality. Anyway, I wasn't talking about this idea - we'd already talked about this some time prior. First, I had a funny thought about how we'll never really be able to replay experiences ever again. We can remember quite a bit about them, but we can't go back and relive the whole experience - we can't be there again. I thought about the salvia trip I had, and how, although I can imagine what I saw, I can't see it again, and furthermore, how I'd be able to recall the experience at that point, but I'd never be able to have the experience, to feel the same way, to think the same way, etc. After that, I talked to my friends about a funny idea, almost fear that I sometimes had, that I was living life like the main character in A Beautiful Mind - basically, that my friends were all in my head, complete schizophrenic hallucinations. It was thought-provoking, and to satisfy myself, I came back to a conclusion I got during the perception vs. reality discussion from the salvia trip - that it didn't matter, that all we all had was the approximation of reality we see in our perception, so it didn't matter what was real, as long as the perception we lived in was the best we wanted it to be.

I can't recall whether it was the cause or the result of that discussion, but at one point, we seemed to have an entire discussion about some topic, none of us actually using real words for a while, seemingly in each other's heads. It wasn't just me - the other two agreed with me that that had happened successfully. It was odd that it mimicked the way I was thinking so well (in progressing thoughts with and without understanding any of them, at the same time).

Another big theme I felt there (again, all this is totally out of order, but order doesn't really matter when you're brain is in that state), was almost like deja vu. While I was sitting there, looking down, I could see my legs and arms, and I was aware of the sunglasses I had on my face (I was wearing them all day, I liked them, and they came up a couple of times), and it felt... right. It all felt familiar, I guess it felt like it had all come to this point, this was the greatest point ever. I kept thinking about the word 'LSD' at that point, and just seeing how well it fit. It agreed with the shape of my face, the shape of my glasses, the clothes I was wearing, the color of everything, it all felt so familiar as what I can only describe as perfectly satisfying. I hope that made some sense, because it made perfect sense at the time. Also, I felt a totally positive self-image. I had lost about 50lbs from that point last year, I felt healthier than ever, I had only started smoking, and truly expanding my mind in that year, and I really only gained friends, these friends within that year. I absolutely loved every part of me at that moment, and I even appreciated greatly that I appreciated myself so greatly.

Anyway, after some time of that, it was probably after 5 at that point, we decided to walk over to an eatery at the other side of campus, and we'd meet up with another friend there, since she was just finishing up class. The walk there was quite intense, since I was still strongly chronospacially tripping. A common thing that would happen would be for me to continue walking, with no idea how I was doing it, since it felt like my head and my thoughts were just sort of floating around. Random things in my peripheral vision, including the ground, stopped existing in my view of the world, my arms felt weird, time felt weird, etc. Again with that three different answers for time deal, I honestly thought it took an hour to walk there, I knew it was only about 10-15 minutes, and part of me wanted to believe that it was basically instant. Walking around people once we got out of the woods was interesting - it was the same experience with them as it had been earlier, only to a greater degree, and also I had no idea where I was, every knowledge of where I was, and my periphery was going in and out of existence. For parts, I felt like I could, not see, but know the entire path of where we were going and coming from, all at once, and other times, I was just floating thoughts again. At one point, while we were walking past a few buildings, I had entirely believed that we were one path to the right of where we were - it's not that I was visually tripping, but I had entirely interpreted what I had seen completely wrong. That's where I learned a lot about how our other senses relate to the chronospatial, looking back.

We eventually made it. I wasn't hungry (I wasn't expecting to be), although I did need a drink. This was going to be a challenge. This facility was a few different types of food all in one, with different cashiers and lines for food. I'd been there maybe twice before, but this time was really a challenge - I have always had social anxiety related to not knowing how to do certain social processes, and I realized, after wandering around for a tiny bit like an idiot, that I had no idea what to do. I ended up waiting in the Mexican food line with my friends, although I didn't want any food. When the lady asked me what I wanted, I told her that I just wanted a drink, and she said that I didn't have to wait in line, that I could go right ahead to the register. I still had no idea how to do this without cutting a line, so I told her it was alright, and only looked like a bit of an idiot. The most important part was that I not look like a tripping idiot, and I think I pulled that off. Anyway, I bought the large drink cup finally, and went over, wanting unsweetened iced tea. I filled an entire large cup with sweetened before figuring out how to get unsweetened - in retrospect I should've asked one of my friends to help me with that. It was alright, the artificial sweetener was bad, especially in that quantity, but it was liquid, and that helped.

We sat outside, in some of the most comfortably proportioned wooden chairs that have ever existed, and talked about the day, about how done we were with school, etc. There were a lot of people around (it was the start of the dinner rush), and they were all talking about the same things. I spent most of the time half listening, half letting my thoughts bounce around - to the outside, it looked like I was totally spacing out half the time. That period of time lasted for a while, that friend we were meeting met us there, and as it approached what I guess was 6:00, my other friend left to go to that math test. Around then, we realized that the sun was going to set pretty soon, and that we should totally go somewhere to enjoy it fully. We eventually decided on the hill not far from us that was the tallest hill in the county, and where the city's radio towers were. After another seemingly both forever and instant walk back to dormside, we got ready to go. At this point, that was sort of my last big peak, and was on the comedown from there.

5 or 6 of us packed into my car, and I took shotgun and let one of my friends drive. It's a somewhat powerful (above average, at least) car, and while we were on our way, at one point, I told my friend to gun it in second - and was immediately brought back to the first test drive, the first time I got to experience just how fun that car could be, sitting shotgun because I couldn't even drive stick back then. I also remembered a bit of woods on the north side of campus that I wanted to smoke in at some point that day, and made a mental note of that. We made it to the hill, which I thought was fairly cool. I had wanted to make it up there anyway, because I had always been a bit of a radio geek, and tower farms have always interested me. I really enjoyed walking up the hill, and thought about both the time the last year, my senior year of high school, on our senior trip to the Poconos, and how strikingly similar an experience it was - this sort of end-of-year experience that wasn't all the way at the end of the year, etc. I also thought about how I had never truly appreciated hikes like this with my family. We looked out on the landscape, which was beautiful, but it was hard for me to put into place exactly where everything I was looking at was. It was interesting seeing how still most of the landscape was, and then seeing the highway around the city, and all the streets, totally full of motion, like little ants scurrying around. I thought about what it's like to be in one of those cars, and what it's like to look out and see the whole picture (again, like the logarithms from before). I thought about the fact that I could see this tower farm from my window in my dorm, and tried to find campus, but couldn't figure exactly where it was. We took a look at the sunset, but couldn't get a great view, since it wasn't on the right side of the hill to get a good overlook. My friend who drove did take the opportunity to take some great pictures with the light shining through the woods, and got what is still one of my favorite pictures of me (fortunately, I can show it to people, because you really can't tell what I was on). We chilled up there until the sun went down a bit, and then headed back (the mosquitos weren't as strong as they'd be in a few weeks, but there were some bothering us). We drove back, this time I sat in the back, and I thought about how satisfying it was that the sunset wasn't a satisfying cutoff, I thought about what it was like being in the back of my parent's car as a kid, not knowing the way (although I did have to give directions a few times), and so on.

We made it back, at which point it was late enough that pretty much everyone was out of class. We all headed to my room, since it was the most comfy for holding a lot of people (with the couch and all). Everyone talked about the day, again about how they were done or almost done with school for the year, etc. Just good solid, happy conversation. Also, at one point, I got just a tiny bit of a tactile trip - I started feeling the texture of my pants, the shape of my sunglasses, and so on, and feeling absolutely wonderful for every bit of it. A few of our less close friends showed up to and chilled with us for a bit, there was a little bit of beer left (I didn't take any), etc. There were talks to try to acquire more weed, but that wasn't going so well at that point. After a while, pretty much everyone wanted to play kanjam out on campus somewhere - I didn't want to join because the plan was to also drink and smoke while doing that - I didn't want to risk getting caught like that, so I stayed back for a bit.

It didn't take long to get antsy, I packed myself up my bong and everything I needed to go along with it (at this point I'm maybe feeling +, but convincing myself I was totally sober, although I had the biggest urge in the world to smoke). Since we as a group were basically eniterly out of weed, I had to borrow some from someone else - it's great that everyone on my floor is super friendly, and I'm totally willing to smoke him out later, I just REALLY NEEDED to smoke at that point. It's hard to explain that urge. I'm on my way out, and I run into my friend who had been at her sorority thing of some sort all night thusfar (I hadn't seen her since the first time I went outside), and she happily agrees to go with me to the woods. We head to that spot on the north side that I had made a note to smoke at earlier, I talk about my experience up to now, she talks about her day with the sorority thing, etc. I smoked most of a pack of that bong by myself, as she was still new to the weed game.

The first really bad thing to happen all day was when we were almost done (oh yeah, and smoking was really bringing my trip back up), and we hear some people going around the woods - I bag up the bong (although it's totally set up still), and try to figure out what's going on - nobody ever came out to the part of the woods we were in, so we both sort of assumed it was public safety looking for us. A bit of freaking out later, and it's just some people starting a fire a little further away. We finish up, then get word that the other group was in the woods on the other side of campus. Cool, we'll meet up, hang out, it sounds great.

We leave the woods, and I make sure to stop for a second to look up at the stars - I had wanted to lie down, but the grass was very wet. It was a very clear day, and you could see tons of stars. Two things happened to me during that.  At one point, I totally heard a rave that didn't exist going on around there, and sort of had the experience in my head to some degree - definitely auditory hallucinations, and a bit on that chronospatial, but not too much. Also, for the first time I totally understood constellations. I had always been able to pick out the shapes and such, but this time, I was actually able to see the horses, the people up there, superimposed over the stars. That was pretty cool.

We continued on our way, and made it to the woods, although we weren't yet at our destination. As we were finally approaching the spot, we, and everyone already at the spot, saw a flashlight, followed be somebody in a deep voice yelling 'Hey, there's kids in there!' The way they were talking, it was as though it was the cops, trying to give us a chance to get the hell out of there, because they were looking. I wouldn't have freaked out, since everything I had on me was away, and I felt confident in my ability to refuse a search and whatnot, except that I entirely believed they had drug dogs with them. I panicked pretty badly, along with everyone else, and was trying to decide whether to ditch my stuff or not - I believed the most rational thing to do was to run. I tried to make it to another path that eventually led across a stream and back to dorm side, but I missed the entrance to that (nighttime in the woods is just about the worst situation for trying to get any input from your senses - which led to it being terrifying in both instances), and ended up cornering myself basically in the swamp. All along, I was thinking, if I didn't have all that stuff on me, I was going to check out the situation, see if it actually was the cops, and maybe end the panic altogether. I was really hoping that someone would do that, and not long after thinking that, it sounded like someone was doing that, although I had entirely believed that, from the sounds of it, it actually was the cops, and that there was no way out of it for me. I should also mention that, since I had already been caught earlier in the year, if I got caught again, I was basically out of school, which basically meant I was afraid for my life. Just a little more of that panic, before it all came out that the 'cops' were some drunk third-years who were playing a bit of a prank while they were looking for one of thier friends who had made his way through the woods somewhere. I was not the only one to thank them for the experience - now that we knew it was totally safe, I realized that I had not been that absolutely terrified in a long time, and in retrospect, it was thrilling. I honestly believed that I was not safe, and that doesn't come up often.

We made our way back to the dorms - I can't recall if we went out again after that, so I'll say we didn't. We all talked over what had happened for a bit, and then, because it was still a weekday, slowly started going off to bed. At that point it was around midnight, and I myself made it into bed.

The next day, I was mentally exhausted, did hardly anything, and still went to sleep early. Both that day and the day after, when I smoked, I was brought back very slightly into my trip, although even at its strongest, it was barely a ++. I have not experienced any other flashbacks since.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 96678

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Dec 12, 2018	Views: 846

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits

		 LSD

		   T+ 5:00
		 3 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

The acid trip was great. A very good time, but thats not what I'm here to talk about. About 5 hours after taking the acid, while I was coming down, we smoked a joint on the deck. Everything was going fine, I only hit the joint about 3 times before it was gone.

All of a sudden, I was just staring at the fire. Everyones voices blended together in a maelstrom of words. Next thing I know, my friends are all looking at me asking if I had just had a seizure. I don't think I had a seizure I just passed out. At this point I was pretty scared, so I went in the house. I remember falling on the ground in the living room and just being unable to move. After this happened I stood up and went into a dark room to lay on the bed. Everything was coated with stars and circles and it looked like the matrix in that room.

I got up after I calmed down, went into the kitchen and attempted to tell the story of what just happened. Apparently I had passed out again and they caught me. I laid on the ground in the kitchen for a while and then went upstairs to go to bed. I was laying in my bed watching Monty Python when all of a sudden my spine started to ache. I knew it was happening again, so I rolled over and put my face in a pillow. This seemed to stop me from passing out again. Overall, it was worth it. I lived, and looking back on it the next day, it was kinda funny.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 87334

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Dec 13, 2018	Views: 791

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		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   11 st

LSD Trip Addiction

[Reported Substance: "any hallucinogenic with ketamine"]

Discovering my preferred apparently non-addictive drug LSD or similar I entered a journey which became my goal and absolution. I persued the most enlightened aware powerful being I could be, bad trips were triggered at will after I realised evil was my evolutionary tool and was utilised with control. Good trips were to enjoy at parties etc.

Alone I would go deep into my mind with LSD bottles emptied and very close to overdose with synthetic cousins of LSD. Through a couple of years I learnt what it is to 'be' god as I knew how to compose this persona. I learnt one's 'miracles' had to keep improving if one was to up hold this divine image, I learnt this is where Jesus went wrong and was crucified, people started to clock my seemingly super human abilities and started to test my abilities. After realising this I couldn't rest until I was ahead again but realising my position I got myself into I was compelled to search deeper and remain on top. It took more hallucinogenics and more deep meditation to realise I couldn't uphold this veneer and was reduced to normality to learn my next lesson. My mind was like a untouchable fortress yet my body wasn't, my brain started to fatigue my body became effortless and unmotivated so I decided to clean up repair the temple which is my body so I could proceed my journey.

I retreated to the only place I could, nature, away from any distractions and live on my survival skills and take a 3 month break from society and its expectations. Hallucinations would occur on will now without need for any drugs I told myself its a reminder of the illusion we live in battling with my fragile body wasn't until 2 months in the wilderness I had experienced my personified god after weeks of hell mentally. He told me my errors what I needed to do and returned my body to full strength with a condition I didn't show off my abilities with universal energy's and didn't use them for ego gain. I returned to my family and friends like a new man unwilling to perform or show anything I learnt unless it was righteous, I remain a open ear for help and a healer for injuries and likewise but now I have a subconscious master guiding me for supreme purpose

now I have a subconscious master guiding me for supreme purpose

.

Can I say LSD gave me this? No I can say it helped but its nothing you can't achieve with meditation. Some claim I've lost it but I'm still in college still abide fine with standard lifestyles. The question is, is ignorance bliss? Yes but if you want more, total dedication and belief in your path is required its a fine line between insanity and enlightenment make sure you do it within your own boundaries and your own comfort you don't know what is round the corner and you might reject it. LSD and likewise can be addictive mentally not physically.

Glory to thee not to me, Strength with virtue, Victory and Defeat, Peace, Love and Harmony World :)

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 92598

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Dec 27, 2018	Views: 3,376

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		 DOSE:

		 2.5 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I was 22. Had just moved in with my boyfriend into a building that was being gentrified from a former crack house to the standard yuppie apartments (we had bullet holes in one window). As the renovations were ongoing for our time there it was rarely quiet and often workers walked in and out of our residence unannounced. But the day previous they stated they all had Sunday off, so that was when we decided to do our acid.

Unfortunately my mind set was much as it is now and always has been. Depressed, anxious, paranoid, and pessimistic. I try to keep all that at bay and enjoy my life, but its difficult. So that Sunday morning with a freshly neat and cleaned apartment my boyfriend gave me two and half little pieces of paper. I put them in my mouth and left them for half an hour. He did the same.

At first it was nice. It was sunny out. A warm late spring day in the midwest. Sun was streaming through the windows. I was with the man I loved and would eventually marry. I felt nice and cozy. The cat was on my lap purring. Just laying there purring. I wasn't even petting her. We decided to paint. Make some music. Draw some. Just do as we pleased.

I honestly have no recollection of how it happened, but I found myself naked as the day as I was born and just laying on our bed. I was perfectly content to stare at the textures of the ceiling. Then someone knocked on the door. It seemed impossibly loud. My boyfriend hurriedly put his pants back and on and went to the door. The workers decided to try and get some time and a half pay. They were working Sunday.

I heard all this while cowering naked in the closet and desperately clutching my confused cat for comfort. My man came back and tried to calm me down. It did not work.

We returned to the bed (I had replaced my clothing), the cat sticking by my side for some reason, and tried to again find the calm comfy place we were. I couldn't find it. I could hear everything at once. Screaming children, running faucets, footsteps, conversations, the pipes being worked on downstairs and it all came from everywhere and nowhere. It was horrible. I started to cry. I thought of the sharks sticker in the bathroom, the bullet holes in the window, the phantom image of a toddler running by it I had experienced much earlier and while not all drug impaired. I decided then that he had been shot to death and cried even harder.

The cat nuzzled my face and emitted a worried little meow in my direction. This for some reason struck me as hilarious. I then proceeded to laugh hysterically for approximately 15 minutes.

At the site of my mate's worried face I then flipped into sobbing mode for a few minutes. Eventually the groaning, whining, screeching, and banging caused from the plumbing work below began to disturb him as well. It sounded like it was in our bathroom. The footsteps seemed to be in our hall. We looked but no one was there.

We relocated ourselves to the front room and sat in front of the big windows and just basked in the sun for awhile. I was feeling pretty good. Then I heard a woman scream. Heard a kid being smacked. Heard a baby cry. I looked out and saw the beautiful tall old trees, taller than our building, and thought of all the horrible human mess below. I then proceeded to cry non-step for more than half an hour.

We tried listening to music. It sounded like the musician was standing next to me, singing the words directly into my ear. I could not stand the sensation. We shut it off.

Somehow I gave in to my man's request for sexual intercourse. I found myself naked on the bed again. I felt like I was going to sink into the mattress like someone sinks into quicksand and I assumed I would be suffocated. It took an intense effort to keep myself sane enough to recongnize the fear as completely insane. Then he was doing what guy's do and I was enduring it. I usually love it. I felt like my limbs were shrinking. Like rapidly deflating balloons and that my skull was collapsing. I thought he was going to meld with me like two plastic pieces being melted and stuck together forever.

I felt like my limbs were shrinking. Like rapidly deflating balloons and that my skull was collapsing. I thought he was going to meld with me like two plastic pieces being melted and stuck together forever.

 We'd be like siamese twins conected at the genitals. I focused on staying calm. I heard footsteps, but disregarded them. I heard a man laugh. A man say, 'There indisposed.' Then a door close. I still do not know whether or not a worker walked in and witnessed or drugged copulation or if it was a hallucination.

For the remainder of the trip we retreated to a newly empty room of the house. My man's schizo brother had moved back in with his mommy and taken his stuff with him. The large empty minimalist space soothed my mind and my racing heart. We sat on the floor and just stared at each other. Waiting out the unpleasantness. We seemed to read each other's mind. I leaned on the window while he went to use the toilet and was horrified at how I actually did want to do the cliche. I felt my body wanting to toss itself out the window and I fought with my hands to not open it and help me through. It was no death wish. There was a crack dealer standing below. It ocurred to me that it would be hilarious for a drugged chick to land on him and smash him.

Fianlly, after 9 horrible hours the trip ended. I had never felt my depression, paranoia, and anxiety at a more intense level than when I was on LSD. I'm 26 now and still have never taken it again. And I never will.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 14114

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 6, 2019	Views: 1,069

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Bad Trips (6), Sex Discussion (14), Depression (15), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 8 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

A Night Not Soon Forgotten

The day started out normal, me, hustling through the day to pay the rent and 'accessories' I thought I needed at the time. Now don't get me wrong I'm not lazy at all. I have always had a full time job but whenever I get home I flip the switch into dealing weight and only weight of high quality herb (humbolt) and some mexican bricks. I made quite an ammount of money over the years, and now I'm broke and not much to show for it besides a couple 60' tvs and some videogames I dont care about anymore. Anyway...

 A friend called me trying to score some xanax. Being the regular bar head I am I almost always have a hookup and I ended up getting myself a few while I was there. Now before I go on, you all must understand I've been taking xanax everyday for almost 3 1/2 years and have quite a tolerance (8-10 BARS a day), and 4 bars isn't really shit. Well later on that night another friend asked me to get him some cid. After I got his I decided fuck it I'll take two hits for myself. WORST IDEA EVER

T-00:00 I pop all four bars orally and popped my doses and began the long wait to trip. After only a few minutes I was starting to feel the xanax.

T-00:45 After awhile the tv show I was watching began to become funny as fuck and eventually I wasn't paying much attention to it because the walls were breathing too hard lol.

T-1:30 By this time I'm faded pretty good and smoking a few bowls of kush helps alot and not to mention the poster above my TV came to life and freaked the fuck outa me! Only problem was the kid I got the doses for was LINGERING around my apt and wouldn't leave..which would have been fine if he would have been QUIET for 2 seconds...

T-2:00 My trips going well, a few ppl come over to get bricks of mexican redhair (dirt weed...) and I'm completely fine in my tripped out state, aside from minor aches in my lower legs.

T-3:00 Still tripping hard and having a pretty good time, this kid in my ear yapping bout how much he loves acid and my legs are at 6-10 for the pain level. I thought this was extremely odd for my legs to hurt at all and accounted it to the acid maybe having strick-9 or something idk.

4:00 OKAY now I'm ready to just pass out my legs are killing me IDK why the fuck they are... Gosh its fucking weird but I still try to enjoy my trip. I was very close to slipping into a bad trip AT MY OWN HOUSE because of the pain. My mind was thinking I was gonna die and my legs were the problem!!! CUT THEM OFFFFF!!!!

Just kidding, but seriously my head was filled with Crazy ideas of why my legs were hurting. The funiest thing was anything I thought really hard about, i.e. my blood vessels and veins, I could see and be inside them as if I was flowing through them like blood. It was very good acid.

T-5:45 to 6:30 I began looking at my floral pattern on my couches and started to get nauseas and went back to my bedroom to lay in the dark and listen to music... All this money I had and no fucking good cds... Turn on the FM stero to some classic rock and layed in the dark trying to relax. Hard as I tried relaxing wasn't on my leg pain's agenda.

T:7:00- 7:30 I was starting to get angry I couldnt fall asleep and ended up calling my GF over to massage my legs. She's so wonderful I love her so much...

T:8:00ish  My gf made them feel much better and I quickly fell asleep only to feel like SHIIITT the next day.

This was the first time I'd ever had a bad experience with acid. It was strange for me to have had a bad experience with the combination of LSD and xanax as I've done it quite a few times.

It was strange for me to have had a bad experience with the combination of LSD and xanax as I've done it quite a few times.

 I've had a few bad trips with shrooms but nothing to bad and never with acid.

In the long run phsyco drugs or any other drugs are not great in large doses... My best friend is completely FRIED due to acid, shrooms and moonpods. I hope one day he'll come back from his crazy state of mind and be the friend I've known for 11 years.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 86638

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Feb 3, 2019	Views: 872

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Health Problems (27), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

		 insufflated
		 MDMA

		 smoked
		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

I have had some experience with a few drugs in the past. I had smoked marijuana for a few years. Then at a festival I tried Ecstasy for the first time. Sometime after that a friend got a hold of some acid. I had done it once before this experience.

My friend A was attempting to have a party that night, but since he couldn't get a hold of any alcohol we just decided to trip that night. Sometime after that we played some flaming badminton high.

Throughout the night we were steadily blazed. Finally friend B showed up with the array of substances. He brought some Gel Tabs, E, DMT he extracted, and some great Cannibas.

I purchased 5 hits for 40 and dropped 3, saving 2 for a later time. Before friend A and B dropped they walked home and picked up a bunch of crazy lights for all of us to enjoy. Finally after what seemed like an hour or two they got back... but it was only 40 tops. Right about now I was starting to get a few chasers and becoming a tad stupider.

After this things get fragmented. But sometime during the night 3 other friends who weren't dropping left to go to another party, because they were dissapointed there was no beer. After 40 minutes they returned, I swear it was more like 2 or more hours.

After that we all just sat around smoking and tripping to some Colour Haze (band). We took a cigarette break and returned. Friend B asked me if I wanted to make the trip more intense, instinctively I wanted to but I knew I had to get up early in the morning and get some sleep, so I turned down dropping the other 2 hits. He then corrected me and said that's not what he meant, he called me up to where he was sitting and had me snort some Ecstasy; I was pleasantly surprised!

Now everything was so much more happy and I was having some nice visuals from the gels (I was a blast looking at all the crazy lights he had, he even had a projector that projected amoebas moving around on the wall!) Then maybe 30 minutes to an hour after the E, friend B pulled out the DMT he extracted earlier in the year. I just took the seconds of 3 or 4 other people's big hits, which was fine with me, it was free. With the DMT I closed my eyes and let it take me to another world! I was flying through corridors and flipping, slipping, and sliding through space.

After that the weed started to take its toll and I passed out. It was a very, very enjoyable night. I'm looking forward to doing something like this again!

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 83217

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 14, 2019	Views: 779

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LSD (2), DMT (18) : General (1), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 0:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

I've done probably a hundred pills and know how to use xtc. But I've only done acid once before, and it wasn't a good experience. So I figured taking a pill while I was frying would make me hapy right? Not the case.

About 30 minutes after dropping the acid, I took a pill, chewed up. The acid started kicking in and it was interesting as hell, and a bit weird just getting use to the visual changes. Then the mental acid effects started to come in, like 'stuck on stupid' status also I was laughing at everything, mainly because I think I was nervous.

This is why I believe that I shouldn't have taken the x, an extreme sense of paranoia would not leave my head for a good hour and 30 minutes. I was convinced that my dad was going to come home and see me on acid. Even though I just talked to him on the phone and he said he was still at work hours away. This was the only part of my trip that was bad, and kind of embarrassing. Cos my friend had to keep reassuring me that I was 'safe'. I think it was the xtc that made me mentally be so hyper that all of my thoughts and energy had nowhere to go except paranoia.

After about two hours after dropping acid and after leaving my house I became truly happy. And began the experience of a true acid trip. I regret taking the x cos I wasn't able to really enjoy the peak of my trip cos I was too busy being paranoid.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 82593

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Feb 20, 2019	Views: 764

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


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 1 cup
		 oral
		 Coffee

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I’d like to say that even though it sounds like I’m an idiot- I have actually done psychedelics before, both LSD and ketamine multiple times before. I know the risks of mixing substances, and I haven’t done much more mixing than some weed with whatever I’m doing (mdma, alc, xan, etc.). I’m pretty cautious with drugs for the most part.

I have these dropper bottles I bought from the store that I was going to use for microdosing LSD, but I grabbed the wrong bottle from the drawer. This bottle was empty but the inside was coated with a thin facial oil (I think CE ferulic) and I didn’t realize until I dropped some of my pure stuff over in it. I was pissed, it was a big bottle, and I put like 4 drops in there.

Later that night I was going to a “shesh” with some friends, in which there would be some psychedelic present that we hadn’t decided on yet. My friends show up, I tell them my fuck up and one suggested that I just do the acid right then anyway, and if I was tripping at the party then they would do their best to accommodate me, and if I wasn’t then hey I could smoke or do something else. So I had this moment like “Fuck it guess I’m either tripping balls tonight or this shit is straight destroyed.” I just fill the bottle a quarter of the way with some distilled water, and drank that. We go get some coffee and some snacks, walk around a bit, find ourselves at our friends.

We get the chonger out, we’re doing hella rips. We’ve got good vibes, I believe we were listening to a lot of Yeasayer and then eventually like some “HipHop Beats to Study to” for just ambience, cause I think we were getting a little fussy with each other’s music. I smoke several rips, I did like a small piece of a dab- I feel NO-THING from the acid I took earlier.

I feel NO-THING from the acid I took earlier.

 Like absolutely nothing reminiscent to LSD, just the heaviness of weed. And at this point the parties going on, several friends show up, one after another, and they’re all staying for a while and sharing the like deats. (“Yeah my brothers been in the Virgin Islands getting some major tang.”, “I recently found out that I have a heart condition, so I can’t do *as much* coke as I have been doing....”, for example) This carried on throughout the night with everyone being at totally different levels of sobriety. And then, one of my own friends drops by, to share some of the shit he just got.

Now, I’ve done ketamine, but I like my sinuses a lot and that shit tastes nasty. However, once he busted it out, everyone wanted a taste. He, however, offers me the first line (after his). And of course, you gotta get while the gettin’s good, and I wanted to feel something that night so- I do the line.

And it hurts, I rub my nose for a second, chat with my friend for a second an then realize I have to pee. I stand up, feel some kind of vertigo. Everything slows down a bit, like my vision is one of those scanners in a movie that locks onto tiny movement and interesting patterns. I recognize, instantly, that for the amount of ketamine I did, I should not be feeling it so strong. I am now in the bathroom, hyper aware of my existence in the bathroom. It smells like piss, and this turns my stomach and I puke into the toilet.

After I puked, I felt so much better. Like near the point of like ascension better. I actually felt my clouds of depression, the anxieties, the everything. I felt so at peace with my being, I felt beautiful. I felt like a god- because I recognized that I was one, and I said this aloud many times to myself in the bathroom, very much like a severely mentally ill person does.

As I raised my head from the toilet, I went to share my revelations with my friends, but I was stopped by another involuntary puke. Followed by another. Not a problem, I’m still very much tripping, and accepting the puke as part of a cleansing of my spirit. I recognize that I must purge my nastiness to begin again.

Well, the purging did not stop, and frankly my optimism about this whole cleansing my spirit shit lasted like 5 minutes

the purging did not stop, and frankly my optimism about this whole cleansing my spirit shit lasted like 5 minutes

, after all, gods do not puke uncontrollably. So I guess I was pretty humbled in that moment. I sat by that toilet for 15 more minutes, vomiting more than what I thought my stomach could hold. I leave the bathroom, and my friends have come to check on me. They escort me upstairs to a guest bedroom, and I lay down for a bit before I’m up again, my stomach not wanting to lay down. My head hurts, and while I did still have something in my stomach, the only thing I keep coughing up is a bit of water that I keep trying to hold. My throat just keeps contracting like I need to purge. My mouth is dry, I feel like I might dehydrate. So I’m just holding water in my mouth, letting it absorb into my mouth because every sip brings gagging.

I lay back down, and my stomach is shifting again. And then I smell something. A litter box. It’s right next to the bed, between the wall. Once I find it, I can smell it perfectly, and see it has indeed been used recently by the house cat. And I just can’t help myself, the sight of cat shit and the smell of that deodorizing litter working overtime. Ugh. I vomit the rest of my stomach into the cat box. Then I keep retching but can’t puke, which was even worse. I fell into an acid sleep, where I'm like asleep but really not cause I feel like  I was actually awake the entire time and the night just went by very quickly.

I awoke, my friends came and brought me a bagel. I felt pretty good actually, despite the mush of my stomach being spilled into the litter box. I had a pretty good week, and became actually rather happy and stable for like a month. Which is really surprising to me because I thought that torture would fry my brain into oblivion, but I find myself being much more decisive than I was before- which is an odd takeaway from this whole thing.

TL;DR: I took some acid that didn’t have any effect on me, so later that night I did some ketamine at a party. It made me think I was god, and then I spent the rest of the night vomiting into a litter box. Thought I was going to die, may have actually made life a bit better for me.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113031

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Mar 28, 2019	Views: 1,053

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   9 st

Meet A and ingest a tab of what I am told by him is LSD, however after reflection on the matter it seems highly unlikely this was LSD, its bitter metallic taste was unlike anything I had had before, in fact it seems more than likely to be DOC as to the time frame of the trip seemed to last for much longer than 8 hours of acid, more like 22.

As to the time of the dosage, it was just as night was falling across the festival, I’d guess to be about 8.30pm.  One the first events post drop is that I follow A and J and sneak past a festival steward into crew camping by confidence trick, simply strolling through with my ordinary punter wristband openly on show, not a backstage one, the darkness definitely helps us succeed. We sit in M’s beat up people carrier which is when we start tripping balls – I’d estimate this is about 45 minutes to an hour into the trip. The van feels like a grotto, subterranean vibes, we begin chewing seat belts at J’s suggestion.

Head back to festival proper and go to watch band called Tantz in Rebel Soul tent, crazy klezmer sounds, full of emotion, I experience a full on synasthesia experience; the music elongates from the strings, hangs in jagged shapes and sad ornate loops.  The colour of the music is a vivid purple and pinky red, the notes look like the violins and violas, an air of raggedness permeates all, faded glamour items now in tattered guises.  The whole atmosphere is beautiful and overwhelming by the last song I am in tears.  I feel like the set is a an ongoing narrative, each song is a story, a tale of a homeless peoples, a sad bedraggled group gathered here as festival goers, as humans, a celebration and a lament for our lives in a world where poverty is endemic and evil is afoot to stamp out our feelings, our emotions, our own rebel soul, something trying to rob us of this, our birthright.  Share some cool moments with A and M and pose for photos of gurny faces.

Am wearing A’s hoodie I should mention, borrowed from when we were at the van as I was cold.  Strange hieroglyphs like wizarding ciphers adorn it, it feels like has a shamanic quality.  I wear this hoodie for the evening with some kind of ever changing combo with the green earth jumper, sometimes the hoodie hangs loose from my shoulders, hanging down my back, barely worn, yet perfectly positioned, letting it all hang out, loosely jangling round the festival.  I feel like a borrowed item myself, my clothes are from charity shops or borrowed from friends, like I am a waif or a stray, not only at the festival but in my life generally.  This theme reoccurs throughout the evening.

After the gig somehow lose everyone, maybe run away to explore and end up headed the woods, discover a grove and am hugged by trees, wrapped in folds of limbs it seems like a good time to stop and build a spliff and smoke.  Encounter strange tree nymphs who may or may not have been really there, frolicking and spinning in the overarching beams of an ever living roof.  Approached by a man who resembles a tourist, silly hat clutching a festival programme like a guide book to the pyramids or something.  I talk to him, but he is confusing to me, I think he wants some acid but I can’t really help him as I haven’t got anything to give.  He startles me slightly, I am a bit wary of him.  I later dispatch myself into the forest proper and am lost in a maze of wood paths.  Meet an unexpected party of 3 people who make me laugh with their weed tales and a story of another friend who has her own strain of cannabis named after her, they seem a bit like a cast of a strange TV show, a psychedelic sitcom yet to be written, one declares its his birthday today, here, now at the festival, all at once it feels as if its MY BIRTHDAY!  And it is kind of a re-birthday.  Suddenly it feels as if I am on holiday from Reality, suspended consequences apparently, or so it seems.  My birthday, the holiday, I feel like a child, everything is exciting, I can’t even recite my own name, it doesn’t matter, I introduce myself to them as the Man with No Name.  I am on holiday from all consequences.

Rush around the festival more, feeling surges of energy leave the woods, JF calls me on my mobile, asks me to play out; meet him by the swings!  Like a small child I rush off to the playground, but JF’s only a break from work.  He is haggard and Dickensian looking, he droops tiredness, his saucer eyes have a forlornness of them of one who has worked too long in the coal fired town, a refugee from the slums of the festival.  We enter the Reggae Roots Yard, the iron fire is huddled by a mass of pill chasers, vagrant mumblers’, sketchy characters and the girl I know - CCG stereotyping herself perfectly.  Too much conversation with CCG and JF make me want to rush out of the grimy yard and back to the tranquil woods.  I give her some MDMA I find in my pocket and decide to leave.  CCG wants more pills, the more I talk to her the more robotic and computer like she seem, like a broken doll or something.  Broken computer child, beeping out encoded messages.  I take her to another tent, I am anxious to get in but CCG points out there is a queue to get in.  The entrance is shaped like a police box, like the TARDIS from Doctor Who, you enter into a long corridor before coming out into a dance tent, it seems appropriate, we take photographs of ourselves, clickety click, glamour pouts, mooch down the eternity corridor that seems stretched and longer than usual and emerge into what at first glance seems like a middle class disco.  Everything seems quite nice here; I feel as though I’ve suddenly become married to CCG, the thought seems terrifying.  I wait around a while, but I just want to get away, I feel as though I’ve dragged her from the choking slums of the festival to this comfortable world of high society, I feel trapped as I play out this relationship with her in my head, I leave her talking to some DJs and then flee across country desperately seeking the freedoms of the woods.

Meet A and M again somehow, A is tripping also, they want to go to the woods so we go together.  Crossing a bridge we encounter a beautiful stream, suddenly the trees start to bequeath visions to us, the water shimmers and the trees start to vibrate to the colour waves around it.  On rounding a corner a shark like thing hidden in the water takes us by surprise, M shouts a warning - lurking dangers, hidden depths, under river terrors! Consumer by fear and laughter.

Find what seems to be a pub in the woods, actually a collection of instruments, old pianos and keys hung in the trees.  I christen it the Piano and Elbow boozer with an old piano all beaten up and left in the woods.  It is labelled the Silver Medal Exhibition, the runner up piano, second hand, second rate, now stripped of keys and back board, bare strings to be twanged, to be played.  Play with sticks of metal, sinister piano music, watching the photographer (A) as he takes photos of us playing.   Absolute super good fun, one of the best experiences of the festival.  Al suddenly denounces it as useless, a silver medallist.  M and I defend the runner up piano, but suddenly it all seems a bit close to the bone, M hits the piano, its all a bit too much for us both at the bone at the old Piano and Elbow.  Leave swiftly.  Stop at the next “pub” we christen it the Slag and Lizard refill water bottles after much confusion about what exactly is going on there, seems like we are in our home town at this point.

Find a small grotto bedecked with mushroom type hieroglyphs, we look inside, feels like it is a den of our trippy mushroom cousins on earthy missions.  We lie on our backs on the woodland floor, I begin to lose all sense of perspective or gravity, the trip hits really hard now, I feel as though I am lying down, standing up straight and hanging upside down all at once.  It’s a beautiful weightlessness.  Above (or below) the trees morph into strange dancers, dressed in brown 1920s style outfits, fans, top hats, the elaborate dresses, they toss and twirl in slow succession, waltzes in the stars, a cacophony of synchronisation.  Yet to merely move ones head to the right was simply to observe A and M seated in usual position.  Yet on my back I am weightless.  I feel so incredibly eternally happy.  JF appears briefly and seems like a soft-spoken elf.  M attempts to collect glasses so he can reclaim his “deposit” on them and get a pint, I try to explain to him that there is no deposit, that by paying a pound extra he has simply bought a glass.  M refuses to believe, claims he can still get a deposit back.  I laugh louder and louder at the whole idea of holding a deposit, suddenly the cosmic joke strikes again, everybody is looking for their deposit from life but there is no deposit.  This is it.

After much deliberation we head to the big fire by the lake.  Here we find the remainder of the band clinging to the Scouse outcrops, the wooden towers surrounding the fire, the spires of desires.  We sit and stare for a while at the people below. A and I descend to gaze at the mansion across the lake, the scene is set, the graphics have loaded, a great wobble bubates the house, its windows bulge in geometric diamonds, its like we are playing both playing a game we christen Ketamine Mansions, both of us Level One, Player One.  We’re always playing Level One of Infinity Levels.

I see B and P near the fire below.  I buy P some trips from A, I owe him.  I wish more of my friends were there, I tell A how I love them all, how he’d love them, we try to summon them, chanting their names across the lake at the Kettie Mansion that simply wobbles back.  But I feel as though I am there for them all, the ones who couldn’t make it, a representative for them, the Greats, the Legends.  I owe them one.

Trip hits its height at this point, the sun is bouncing over the horizon. I feel like I have ultimate control of whether its going to rise or not, I start to mutter a manta that comes to mind everythings gonna be, gonna be alright, everythings gonna be, gonna be alright, I feel like this simple act starts to affect everyone around me, the fire starts to react, the people start to play the tune, the drums start to beat it, my intentions start to manifest, its so overwhelming, I feel like a wizard, it’s a bit too much.  I start directing this reality, I feel like God, fractal open eye visuals on the sky.  I stop though, the power of my own intentions scares me, I want to sing, to shout to rave, to trip out, I am tripping out; you can do whatever you want to do seems to be the message of the trip, the one that manifests itself anyway in reoccurring trips…

I am tripping out; you can do whatever you want to do seems to be the message of the trip, the one that manifests itself anyway in reoccurring trips…

Heading back to my tents I check in on S and N, to find S fast asleep dreaming uneasy dreams.  I climb inside my tent and lie half in and half out of consciousness, I cannot sleep, I find myself crouched over a crate of beer drawing a mind map of the festival, its provinces and pubs mapped.  Talk to friends who emerge about 9 o’clockish, we drink tea together.  Life is nice, sit and chat for some while head off to find S, head off down to festival to admire the Skarumba, people dancing and exercising to the early morning tunes.  Eat tomato and cheese but it’s a bit much for my stomach.  Wander over to S’ tent to find them up and awake.  Sit at the table and build a spliff and light it as a crowd of police walk by.  I feel unconcerned but S urges me to rectify the situation.  No spliffs.

Back to the festival still tripping balls in between moments of lucidity.  Watch the Festival Games, ridiculous light entertainment on a Sunday afternoon. Find I have no water or smokes or anything, I have to ask S if I can drink some of his, feel a lot of love towards him, like an older brother helping me out, feel borrowed and immature again like I'm dependent on others for substance and meaning.

The trip continues… later I find myself in a tent smoking a spliff.  Outside its evening and the trees are eating each other… I point this to S who points out that it’s not actually real… bringing me back to ground… back to earth.  The trees stop eating each other, everything is normal, some 22 hours later and reality has returned.  We stand by the lake watching the fireworks whilst blasty pop music reminds us about money money money, its back to the realities of the edge world, back to work on the post round… its been the most amazing day, the best day ever, everything shimmered in its true form, interconnected, intertextualities, reality revealed, the curtain drawn back, the door of perception truly blasted open, I felt like I had touched the true face of god and it was in here in our own reality, in ourselves, we are the gods, we are the one we create this, perceptions altered, the world is the world but it just depends on how you see it… life altering…

Note: Some years have passed since this trip, I remember it with fondness as it was my big break out trip, nothing, even on a higher dose, has ever come close to it again, which in a way I am glad.  For a while I was in almost complete happiness after this, the next 6 months was a really sweet time anyway. I took some lessons onboard, eventually, one was not to be so dependent on others and to try and map out my own destiny.

Definitely wasn’t acid due to the duration.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 112350

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Apr 16, 2019	Views: 1,031

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Unknown (120), LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Glowing Experiences (4)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

At the time I was dropping acid I was in College and tripping was the thing to do. I dropped probably 12-20 times and enjoyed the hell out of it.

The only bad experience I had was after a particularly prolonged episode of tripping I neglected to physically take care of myself and no one else was looking out for me either (a lifeguard is always essential) and I got very sick, probably pneumonia from outside winter exposure and vitamin depletion from LSD binging. But that was from my own ignorance and foolishness.

The actual experience of tripping was always a good one

The actual experience of tripping was always a good one

 even if it was intense ('it's only a drug, it's only a drug...').

As for flashbacks, I've been in situations that were momentarily reminiscent of tripping and were quite enjoyable but nothing more than a passing curious phenomenon, like deja vu.

Exp Year: 1981-1982	ExpID: 109102

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 1, 2019	Views: 586

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LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   300 lb

June 21st 1997 - recovering from MS exacerbation on 3 months at parents home. Lost bladder control during exacerbation. No medical clearance to drive, to walk 30' it took my aprx 20 minutes due to MS plaque damage in gray matter.

That evening I dosed w/ tab of paper, one cap/stem of mushroom. Depressed state of mind due to illness but felt good on conducting experiment upon my brain. Not the greatest of health at 300lbs, 6'2' tall.

On evening in question, ran through the woods, no use of cane. I was a mountain bike while balancing on both pedals. I do have 4 witnesses to report observing what happened.

Entering into June 22nd, life had improved greatly, could move faster, balance had improved almost 80% and upon second set of MRI images- neurologist at time in Maine stated, 'I'm not sure of what you did do, but the plaques have almost become non existent.' So he then presrcibed me sansert medication (derived from ergot). That medication is horrible by the way.

I have MS and I have every INTENTION to perform such an experiment again when needed.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 84851

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: May 5, 2019	Views: 1,169

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Mushrooms (39), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Health Benefits (32), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

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

First Flashback

The last time I did LSD was nearly 4 years ago. It will be 4 years on 9/10/02. A friend of mine at the time gave me one. All I know it was orange, small, clear and square. So small I didn't think it would fuck me up as bad as it did. I came home from school and dropped it. Making the worst mistake of my life. It was the worst and most life injuring trip I had. It was so scary, I thought I was going to stay like that. I remember as this fact I will come back to later, I went outside at my father's advice. I put my sunglasses on, as my eyes were hurting in the sun. For 14 hours it seemed, I feared for my old mind. It subsided but the trauma had already been done. I had so many more thoughts, but so many more fears afterwards. Well time went on, school was just one big fear. Thankfully I only a 2 classes. Well 4 years passed, on Monday I was again with my father outside I had my sunglasses on, and it occurred to me, 'Do I really need my sunglasses?' It popped into my head when I last thought that, 4 years ago. We were going to home depot and I thought, I can't handle this. This was my first flashback, its been 3 days and I have only felt normal in the daytime and with my family around. But when I'm alone I feel very lonely and panicky. My feet begin to feel numb and my neck begins to hurt. Oh I hope this is temporary.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 16975

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 7, 2019	Views: 781

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		 .5 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 1 cig.

		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

Greatest Experience of My Life

I had recently purchased 1 trip of liquid acid from my friend. I had always wanted to trip on acid. I bought 1 trip and 3.5 grams of hydro weed. So, I rolled the weed into 2 blunts. I smoked one with my friend. He left shortly after so I dropped the acid.

About 45 minuted later I was tripping. It was night time and my and my friend left the woods and the leaves and trees gave off a metallic glow. Then I felt psychic. My friends were at a school sitting down when I called them. I said 'the cops will come meet me at arrowhead park' after that I had a vision where police dogs arrested all of them and I was there getting maced. So I sat down at the park and meditated. I saw lots of closed eye visuals including a green 'W' which was everywhere.

Then people started shooting off fireworks and I got scared and ran away. After that I had psychic visions of God,Moses, and all religious dietes telling me that I was the chosen one and to lead the enslaves people to The Sea of Tides. I was also felling very happy, the greatest I have ever felt. I smoked my second blunt and thats where the colored trails set in. The were everywhere. Then I started spacing out and I saw a glowing larve come out of a door with a huge eye in the middle. The eye was telling me to join forces with it in the battle against evil. It was weird but also cool.

I went home and started playing 'spyro The Dragon' for PS1. The dragon was flying out of the tv and around the room. Then I started to come down about 4.5 hours later. Aparently it wasn't the best acid but it was all I could get ahold of. This was by far the greatest experience of my life.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 55694

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 7, 2019	Views: 940

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LSD (2), Meditation (128) : General (1), First Times (2), Combinations (3), Mystical Experiences (9), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 Mushrooms
		 (extract)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

Giger and I

"LSD and Psilocybe extract"

There was a time in the past when I traipsed through the world of trance music and psychedelia. I didn’t need guides and Goa gurus; Zappaesque Cosmik Debris replete with dreadlocks and Ganesh tee-shirts. That groove reminded me too much of school uniforms with everyone owning one. Not attractive enough. I was more seriously involved in learning the many paths and gateways encrypted in my own brain. I could never be a raver.

“The further in you go, the bigger it gets!”

A benign psychedelic person once gave me a reasonable measure of a certain plant extract. DJ Cosmosis had just made a spanking new album, “Contact” and I forged entry into an inner space that is actually larger than the real. At first it was like any normal Experience, deep felt euphoria, a sense of peace, beautiful Thangkas of indescribable beauty, kaleidoscopes of great clarity, color and crystalline structures of flower petals. A swaying lantern in the room caught my attention. Plumes of iridescent spectral smoke floated around with the music. Something said, Watch! And I did, eyes peeled.

The music now emitted a nasal alien voice that sounded like a cross between electronic voice generation and the grinding sound of cicadas. It spoke in the midst of the electronic pulse “and what is important is to look inside yourself and discover you own inherent divinity ….and remember to be a responsible member of the intergalactic community…... this whole physical universe is a hologram.” At this juncture, I realized that there were very large beings actually dancing in the smoke.

I realized that there were very large beings actually dancing in the smoke.

 They were female, identical and predatory!

They seemed to be unaware of me, engrossed in psycho erotic self expression- a slow transformation of erect nipples into three inch long iron nails, treaded and grooved. Their three inchers grooved outward and spun synchronized to the music. Their coiffures challenged even the most elaborate hairstyles that are carved in monolithic Hoysala sculptures. They stood at least eight feet tall with faces like ants except for the redeeming feature of bee-stung lips.

There was no fear just an element of kinky voyeurism. Though strictly heterosexual I couldn’t get my eyes off them. It was vitally important at that point, to observe DJ Cosmosis getting them to perform. They swayed and moved under the lamp like the room didn’t exist. I certainly did not. DJs, sounds, tempos and bass lines changed, they carried on. At some stage, the feeling was like I had been carried inwards for Eons through to a gradual fade out as the lantern stopped all emissions. Some six hours had gone by with the girls, before the real world crept in alongside receding images of surrealistic landscapes, close up views of brushes slapping on pigments that create impossibly intricate water color paintings of Nature. Sleep and rest.

Time went by. I never saw them again. I did think of them occasionally and wondered about their origin. It was certainly not just the music. I soon forgot all about them and time went by.

I visited Gruyere once, enjoying the quaint beauty of castle and village. One afternoon, I wandered down a small path and came across a bronze bust of an alien woman installed on the sidewalk. Was this a bad cosmic joke? There was a replica of my girls, placed in the entrance to Hans Rudi Giger’s museum. His horrific and artistic vision of beautiful and lethal beings made the cult “Alien” movie series, today in a museum open to the public.

I couldn’t help but admire his extreme vision. Many years would have gone into conceptualizing those beings. I discovered that Giger’s girls did have three inch nails for teats. The paintings are accurate freeze framed shots from my Experience with the Ant People

The paintings are accurate freeze framed shots from my Experience with the Ant People

; in Black and White. Long talons stretch out languidly. There is a huge alien conference hall replete with Extra Large alien girls holding the four corners pillars upright. A nauseating alien birthing room painted in black and white depicts the ultimate synthesis of man and machine. Furniture is constructed out of spinal bones that seem to have come off several entire skeletons of bovines and large water birds and great reptiles. In fact the entire roof of the Giger Bar is made up of reptile spines in arched symmetry.

Was I destined in some way to see his museum? Are there really “Alien Worlds” in us? As the human neo- cortex is the most advanced, cutting edge part of all biological life, does it in all probability decide what, when, who and why?

[Reported Substance &amp; Dose: "1200mcs LSD / 6ml Psilocybe extract"]

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 85779

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 39

Published: May 7, 2019	Views: 667

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 3 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

Wow

I was a High School Freshman boy and was very naive and intruged at all the stuff High School had to offer. I thought High School would be boring since I was only a Freshman and not very popular, but people at this school were very nice and friendly, so getting into crazy stuff was pretty easy.

I had an older friend Ill call X. I gotta thank X. He would pretty much do anything for me and this other dorky Freshman and expect nothing in return. One time, me and X were and this other kid were playing Watch Dogs pretty high on weed. We were playing the digital trip and I asked X if we could do Hallucinagens sometime. He said sure, and next weekend he had LSD for us both.

The first stage is the giggles. Everything seemed funny, and I notice the slight effect of my friend moving faster. While giggling hysterically I smushed my face in a pillow. When I looked up from the pillow... It happened. Just like that I was tripping balls. The high is hard to explain. But it is very intense. So intense that it may have even been a bigger part of the trip than the hallucinations. The best way to describe it is that I feel this disoriented, depressed, euphoric, overwhelming, dreamlike, meaty, and spiritually mysterious feeling. That doesn't really give it full justice. I can't really describe it.

A lot happened, so I will just give you the most interesting details in no particular order. I very interesting experience was star gazing. Lines formed between the stars forming constellations. But the were not any constellations. They were 3-D. To add even more complexity, they were not actually 3-D, but were made of 2-D lines that gave a sense of depth, like when you draw a cube. To extenuate this perspective effect, the stars were different sizes, so that the bigger ones would be were they would be closer tho the viewer if the shape was 3-D. Another interesting effect was an invisible buffolo on a monocolor TV screen. If you think about it, an infinite variety of shapes make up any shape, because any shape can be cut out of any shape. Well I saw the silhouette of an invisible buffolo on this surface. It was not a different color than the rest of the surface or separated with a line. The screen was still monocolor, but I just saw where the buffolo would be.

As well as the visual hallucinations, I also had situational hallucinations. Keep in mind, that hallucinations are not dillusions. You can tell hallucination from reality. But I had a hallucination that X was my dad. I knew he wasn't, and he had no characteristics of my dad that could be detected by the five senses. It more just felt like this whole thing was a dad/son adventure. Music was also very odd. After every lick, it would end out of tune. But even though it was not in tune from a conventional standpoint, it sounded very good in its own unique way.

Another amazing thing was that I could not tie my shoes. I knew how to tie them. I was physically able to. I wanted to. I had the willpower, but something was missing. This was so interesting cause it made me consider that there may be many more parts of our brain involved in even mundane tasks that we are not aware of. And I only became aware of one of these parts when it was turned off. I heard there can be much worse side effects, but fortunately the only side effect I had was feeling extremely stuffy. Thankfully we had a bucket of water right by our side, but it mentally felt like I was covered in way to many blankets. That is not a metaphor. It was the physical equivalent of that, but in my brain. But other than that small discomfort, it was pretty fun.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 108785

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 15

Published: May 9, 2019	Views: 630

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Music Discussion (22), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 3:00
		 120 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

This was also my first time Candyflipping.

Its not like LSD and MDMA just together, it works in a special way. I would say its like MDMA but with extremely deep understanding.

So I dropped 240ug of LSD around 9 am and went to bike to the nearby beach during a peaceful and sunny Sunday morning.

After taking a fun and crazy bike ride on LSD for 3 hours, I got home and took 120mg of MDMA as I had planned. 10 minutes later I felt this strange feeling I've never felt before, and it made me quite anxious for a bit. Very hard to explain the feeling. After that passed, I suddenly experienced crazy intense but very pleasant waves of joy, happiness and contentment like I never felt before even on higher doses of MDMA. Next was a huge build up of energy and I just HAD to dance like a mad man to release some of the energy.

I just HAD to dance like a mad man to release some of the energy.

+40 minutes later, MDMA is starting to peak and I have an ego death which leaves me floored, I felt connected to the universe, nothing mattered and it was such an amazing feeling, I had this vision of "melting" into infinity and it felt as real as typing this now.

The visuals of the external world weren't that interesting, MDMA might have even reduced them a bit, but when I decided to close my eyes, I was literally blown away by the closed eye visuals. It was crazy to say the least, Alex Grey painting like, haven't done DMT but I guess it would be similar. Deep space, fractals, eyes, tunnel-like visuals.

I felt like I finally had all the answers to my problems, and I wrote a ton of personal stuff down to think about. The whole trip felt very significant to my life and I think I got just what I wanted out of it.

The comedown was quite nasty, I didn't eat much before the trip and I had some tolerance to MDMA, so it might have affected that. Got a pretty bad headache even though I drank a lot of water and my body felt very exhausted afterwards, slept 10 hours after that.

Overall, it was an amazing experience.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113137

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: May 16, 2019	Views: 719

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 .5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (tea)

		 1 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (tea)

		 2 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (tea)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Amazing Combination

At some point during my sophomore year in college, My friend (B) and I decided to make a little concoction in honor of a returning friend.  He had just drove cross country with some nice Oregon caps, so we decided to celebrate.  I had a strong dose saved from a while back, and B had a couple milligrams of xanax in the neurovam dissolving orange flavored tabs (which are great).  We boiled 4 g's of the mushrooms, dropped the cube in the finished tea, and added a couple neurovams, a teabag and a touch of honey.  Mixed it together thoroughly, and split the mixture between us.  We figured the combination of the west-coast mush and the very strong, slow settling cube could get pretty serious, so the neurovams were a pretty integral part of the mixture to keep us calm.

Because everything in the mixture was so fast acting, we were very spun within 40 minutes.  However, the xanax calmed us and made the onset of the trip extremely pleasurable.  The dose set on very slowly with very kaleidascope-like CEVs.  The mushrooms were extremely clean and enjoyable, but the 2 gram dose per person was just to sort of set the scene for the slow-acting LSD.  Once the tea wore off, the acid came in full strength and we started to smoke a few joints now that the xanax had mostly worn off (the neurovam form of xanax is extremely fast acting.)

We tripped pretty calmly for about 8 hours, with very long lasting after-effects from the LSD, simply because that was the nature of these particular doses.  Altogether though, amazingly calm, euphoric, and even quite sociable.  The only thing that is negative about this combination is that the xanax sometimes dims my memory a little bit.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 60298

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 22, 2019	Views: 1,240

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Pharms - Alprazolam (98), LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

The first time I did lsd I was alone. I walked around my small town and just enjoyed visual exaggerations. That should have

been the last time I did it. I have had several frightening experiences while on the drug. When I started, I was curious about hallucinations. I thought it would be like being reborn. Seeing with new eyes. It was that way on the few good times. But the cost of the 'bad trips' was heavy.

I was always socially akward. I am not a complete outsider. But I do have moods that seem to keep me from having consistent

relationships. And when I started to up the dosage more than two hits, I had some really uncomfortable experiences. First time that I took two hits at a time was at my highschool on the day of the talent show the have every year. I started to become depressed from the participants in the show. They were trying their hardest to be good at what they were doing. But all I

saw were fragile people who were not talented and I was reminded of my weaknesses. This was slightly depressing, but did not even compare to the time I took four hits at one time.

I started to up the dosage in a session because I felt I needed to go beyond normal thinking thresholds. Beyond the peak of the last trip. My thinking was wrong. After a certain point I was only deluding myself. thoughts are distorted. One time I thought I was Jesus. And my mother was Satan. She took my brother,sister and I out to eat. I was unfortunately very far gone in this trip and I refused to eat what I had ordered. I thought I was being tempted like eve in the garden of eden. In reality, I was mad because of problems we were having. And it manifested this way because i was afraid of confrontations. So while I was tripping it became 'the ultimate confrontation'.

Other times that I have consumed to much at one time I heard sounds so terrifying I hid in my room, in my bed, clutching myself in cold sweats. The noises were animal type growls, but not any animal I could possibly single out. Accompanying the sounds were the belief that someone was in the house and was going to murder me and my family.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 24922

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 22, 2019	Views: 658

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Difficult Experiences (5), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

		   T+ 0:20
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

Another boring day sitting on the computer, asking my friend whats good?, led to the hardest trip I've ever experienced in my life..I've done LSD around 6 or 7 times, Mushrooms around 5, experimented with MDMA, and up until a week or so ago, was a daily pot smoker. I'm going into the service soon, so I figured mine as well trip out.

It began around 8 in the evening, with the sun setting on a summer day, when my friend N said come over, psyc's! So I headed over to N's, and consumed the mushrooms first, followed by the hit of LSD around 20 minutes after.

Within 30mins to an hour, I can't quite remember, my stomach began turning upside down (One side-effect of shrooms which is kinda shitty), and I tried settling in in N's room. After going outside for a bit and coming back in with my other friend NS, I took a piss, went downstairs and outside, talked to my sister about a party the next day, and got off the phone and didn't know what was going on at all. A car pulled in the driveway and SS, N's girlfriend, said hi, and SC, the driver just walked in and said what up If I recall, or something to the lines of that....

It was after this, I decided to just go for a walk, I don't know what urged me, but as soon as I got to the end of the street (which is off a major st in my small town), I had to vomit. Not so bad, walking onto the rock road across from my friends street, the sky began melting with color, and the moon never looked so bright... I can't remember much from this walk other than a couple things:

Cars as they drove by seemed like spaceships, crossing streets was like buying a lotto ticket of death, I believed as I walked across the street, that I was narrowly missing the cars.

Further along on my walk, I got to a park with a really bright light which turned the soccer field into day.. I decided to lay down for a bit here in the middle of the field looking up, and as I did, it seemed like the whole world around me way melting.. I looked at my cellphone, which up until then was just bothering me - I really couldn't communicate with anyone - and it was 3 hours since I ate everything...

The world continuing to melt, it was at this time, while still in the park, someone started launching fireworks a couple streets away... It was the most beautiful sight in the whole world, and I had to just yell thank you. I felt kinda stupid for yelling out loud so late, but I got up and continued my walk home.

I know I got home around 4-5 hours or so into this whole experience, and just watched TV until 9-10 hours into this all, and finally fell asleep. I can't remember much , but all I know, is I've never tripped harder in my life and been more closer and accepted to die.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64074

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 22, 2019	Views: 795

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Mushrooms (39), LSD (2) : Various (28), Combinations (3)