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

		   T+ 1:15
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 1:25
		 1 cart.
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   112 kg

Drug: LSD, in the form of one 'Easter Island' blotter tab.

Administration: Oral

Mindset: Cool! I’m really looking forward to this trip, my friend Eric and Fragment are both tripping for the first time. Friend Bob decides not to take his trip, and instead just smokes some chronic.  Read a lot of reports and talked to some other people who have had these blotters before, so I’m fairly confident that its going to be a fantastic night, and that I’m going to trip absolute balls.

Also, I can’t wait to have nitrous on LSD, as I’m told it’s a crazy experience. Not really nervous since I’ve taken LSD before, however I can imagine the nervousness that Eric and Fragment must be experiencing, which is only further compounded since this is their first real 'chemical experience' of sorts. Eric and Bob have to go early the next day, so we decide to drop the cid early in the night.

Setting: Fragment’s garage/house. It’s detached from his main house so it doesn’t suffer from having the occasional and unfortunate parental walk in. There’s the main room, Frag’s bedroom, and a garage spot out the back where we had beds to sleep in. This was also where we smoked the chron. People there are me, fragment, friends Eric and Bob and Frag’s brother, 'r' and his friend Ivan.

Timeline:

7:09pm T + 0

Fragment, I and Eric eat one 'Easter Island' blotter each. Tastes like cardboard and generally isn’t very nice. Bob decides not to eat his at the last minute and instead just chills with us. I keep the blotter under my tongue for a while (20 mins) and then decide to chew it up. Tastes like cardboard, so I have a shot glass full of creaming soda to get rid of the taste. Frag puts on some Astral Projection, a goa trance group and we sit back and chill out for a while just talking about stuff. Myself and Eric find Frag's strobe and my UFO fibre-optic lamp and set them up for later in the night.

7:39pm T + 30

We decide to head out into the back of Frag's garage and his brother 'r' and friend Ivan decide to smoke a little of their chron to get their night started. They quickly assemble a gravity bong while I sit down and talk to Frag and Eric about stuff. I then remember that Frag has a digital camera, and decide to try and get the capture function working on it. After trying unsuccessfully to do it, I give up and meet Frag half way, he says 'no way, only 30mins into it and I'm already feeling something'. Knowing this is just an alert, I say 'It’s probably just your first alert'. He seems put at ease, and we both go back into the garage and chill there. I pack some cones of this mad cronique for 'r' and Ivan. They both get very stoned, and Bob decides to have a cone or two. Meanwhile, I start to feel the come-up of the chemical, 'weightless' arms, and the feeling of that seemingly impossible 4th dimension

7:54pm T + 45

I’m definitely feeling the come up now, the start of the eutrophic feeling that I often get with MDMA, my mood improves from good to great. Eric is complaining that 'It isn’t working' I reminisce back to when I first had LSD, when I didn’t notice any effects till I was peaking. 'You probably are, but you haven’t realised it yet' I say, hoping to quell his feelings of disappointment.

Time for a quick side note; Eric is the hardest drinker I know, for his diminutive Irish stature, his drinking prowess is well renowned in my circle of friends. At first, I thought he was simply treating it a bit like Alcohol, and not admitting that he was feeling any effects (the 'I’m not drunk, I’m more of a man than that' syndrome ) so I decided to really test the effects by giving him a bulb.

I loaded a bulb into the bulbalator, and handed it to Eric. He inhaled the entire bulb and let out a great sigh of relief as he exhaled the bulb. I waited for the effects to hit him, and hit him they did. He flopped around and made strange noises, as one does on nitrous. 'Woah!' he says 'That was one intense nang!' Around 5 mins later, he claims that he’s still feeling strange, and that it’s just the nitrous, but I know otherwise.

Meanwhile, I’m really starting to feel good, my arms feel very strange now, and walking feels great, as if I’ve got a springy step, like springs on the bottom of my shoes.

8:17pm T + 1h8mins

Fragment is on the computer doing something; the goa is still going strong and is really starting to sound much better than normal. Feel my 3rd alert, and really starting to feel the effects. While looking at things for along enough time, I think I can see like a microscope, viewing in and in with lots of levels of detail. Bob (who is quite stoned) and Eric are sitting on the futon/couch watching fragment do things on the computer.

I decide to head back into the garage, and smoke a ‘lil cron, Eric decides to come with me.

8:24pm T + 1h15mins

Myself and Eric sit either side of the small table which holds the bucket bong and the cron. I decide to use my bong, as I prefer it to the buckets, where as Eric decides to have the first bucket. Bob lies on a bed, looking decidedly stoned, Ivan and 'R' have gone into the house looking for munchies.

Eric pulls the first cone, and inhales it down. 'Wow, this goes down real easy' he remarks as he sits back and chills as I pull a cone. It is definitely easier I realise as I pull the cone. The cron seems to go down without the usual slight discomfort.

We both look at each other, Eric has pupils the size of the moon, and I suppose I do too. The cron hits and I start to feel the effects of the LSD even more. Eric looks at me and we both decide to have another cone. We then head out and see what fragments doing in the other room. My mind is really gearing up, and the little men inside my brain are starting to shovel the coal of ideas faster and faster.

8:33pm T + 1h25mins

The book that I was writing my alerts and feelings in simply has this line written there 'Wow! Fucked' And I was. By this time, the LSD had reared its head to full effect, I was just under the start of my peak. Full body rushes, great feeling of well being, feelings of floatyness cave upon my soul and I start laughing. I hear the 'Psssssssscht' of the bulbalator, and I head into the garage to see that fragment is taking a nang. I watch as his reality splits in two, his brain unable to handle the full effect of the nitrous and LSD.

I’d gotten to the stage by now when I couldn’t wait any more for my nitrous, and looking down at my hand, where I’d written earlier before 'You Have Nangs!' I ran off to grab a box and returned to the bed where fragment had been earlier before.

I load 1 bulb into the bulbalator as I hear the 'Psssssssscht' I feel relieved, I take the bulb into my lungs, and reality simply ceases to be. I feel as if I sink 10 feet down in the soft bed that I’m now lying IN. The roof melts, and I see a vision of a multi-coloured land. The trees and grass are bright green, and the road is a bright yellow colour. As I put my hands to my face, I wipe away this 'Reality' into the next one.

Just after I get up, I know that I’m peaking. The acid is very strong, and everything is in full effect now, a slight loss of motor control in the legs I notice as I walk into the main room and sit down on fragment’s futon next to Eric.  Someone has turned on the strobe light and now my vision has gone haywire. Snatches of thousands of small realities bombard my senses as I start to have visions of swirling colours.

Note: This is where I stop writing in my book, for obvious reasons, namely loss of control of my brain . So the timeline gets quite demented here

9:??pm T + 1h??mins

Woah, I’m lying on the floor looking up at Ivan who has just returned from his munchies mission, but suddenly I’m no longer nickthecheese, I’m Lieutenant Commander Chris Chips of the 32nd Space Infantry. We are stranded and are trying to get back to earth, and I have just received some important news about the war. I write in the book ; 'Important news, Someone told us about the war, there will definitely be large scary blonde models who are thin and wear phat pants.'

I looked up, Ivan was one of those models, he looked at me and I was scared. I turned to 'The Strobe' our technological saviour to banish the models away. When I looked at the strobe I imagined the technology side of life, how we depend on electricity, electronic messaging and just technology in general. I was so lost in thought, I didn’t realise that I was slowly being swallowed by the carpet, so quickly I got up and sat back down on the futon.

9:??pm T + 1h??mins

I find the book again, it reads 'eVil had consumed the previous pages and I can feel it coming now'

Wow! This trip is going great. Bob is sitting around, trying not to look bored, but I can see that he is. I look at Eric he is doing something, but I can’t figure out what. Fragment is using the computer, and goes off to do something. I look at Eric and he smiles, we both go for the computer and type our thoughts down simultaneously. Some (well, most of it) is garble, but some of it makes sense to us.

Turn around to look at something and realise I have writing on my hand, it reads 'You Have Nangs!'. I leap for joy, 'I HAVE NANGS!' I say proudly, Eric looks at me, and then looks at his hand, 'Hey! I got em too!' he says. We both dance happily around until Frag comes back to find that his PC has been hijacked. 'Let’s go do some of these nangs' I say to Eric as we both go out to the garage.

We go out to the garage, and Eric loads 3 nangs into my bulbalator. He inhales the first lot, and goes crazy, I can see inside his body, the nitrous effecting his already overworked brain. Then he quickly grabs the book off me and writes 'I WILL EAT ALL OF U'. I ponder about the long term effects of drugs that can do something like this to the brain, but all that is washed away as I start loading the bulbalator.

I ponder as Eric goes limp and flops around at the last of his nang, the three things that the human body remembers to do, regardless of its state. They are; Breathe, Beat Heart, and Load Bulbalator. I tell Eric and we both laugh, we swap positions and I inhale the nitrous. Words simply cannot describe what I felt. A million different realties rush in from all sides, and I replay 100 people’s lives.

9:4?pm T + 1h ??mins

I find the book again, and I feel relieved, since I lost it. I write 'I found the pen, the book is safe but the strobe is my man pimp slowly <unreadable characters> 70’s, 80’s, early 90’s, 00, 02 &gt; oh yeah, years of strobe'

I think I wrote this because at this time, Eric had found the controls to the strobe, and was slowly increasing its flash rate, hence the 'Years of strobe' as the strobe got faster, technology increased, like computers today vs. computers in the 70’s.

I marvelled at such technology, but remembered my ultimate goal 'I need to find my shoes so I can go outside and look at nature with a magnifying glass.'

'Oh no, strobes got me now, I’m trapped in a submarine with a strobe driver as a whore'

I think at this stage I wanted to get out, the strobe had become cumbersome and I needed to see the other side of life, nature. I think it was around this time that we ventured outside and hand some nangs outside. I was constantly perplexed, if the nature side was this beautiful, how come we were so dependent on the strobe (technology). I pondered this over some more nitrous, and not being able to find a sufficient answer, and being cold, I went inside for more goa.

10:41pm T + 2h8mins

Note: ^^ Only reason this is here because I wrote down the time in the book.

The book reads at this time 'I’ve got a pencil now, its 10:41pm'  'Fish finger is really yucky'

Ivan and 'r' had gone back into the house for more munchies and returned with fish fingers, which I tried to eat but instantly spat out because they were so yucky. It tasted like a cold, wet, furry apricot bar, but without the apricot.

I tried to chop some cron at this point, to have a little more of a smoke, but I kept thinking of other things to do, and kept getting distracted. So I wrote myself a note 'What is nickthecheese doing?' 'HE’S CHOPPING UP CHRON! DO IT!' I chopped up some chron, but got distracted and went into the strobe room and talked to Eric for a bit about how we were feeling.

11:23pm T+2h42mins

I finished chopping the cron sometime ago, but kept forgetting to smoke it. Me and Eric decided to smoke, so we had another cone each, and then went back to the strobe room, where the computer was playing some winamp AVS visualizations (Tag’s – Bitter Paper. To be exact) It looked so cool, swirling colours chopped up into flashes of reality by the strobe. I had gotten slightly sick of the goa however, so I decided to go get my headphones.

11:2?pm T+2h4?mins

I got my discman and put in 'Aphex Twin – DruQks' Disc 2.

All I can say here is that when on LSD, I have never heard more beautiful and thought provoking music. All of Aphex’s music I have enjoyed in the past, but none more than this. My movement started to mimic that of his songs, with my movements becoming mechanical at first, and then slowly changing with the music. It was, literally, a new way of life. I danced the CD all the way through, before giving it to Eric who did the same, and now appreciates Aphex more than he did before.

Unknown time, T + 3-4h

The cat enters the room. Mega shock. I love cats normally, but I just had to feel the texture of its fur now, so I picked it up and stroked it lovingly, when it looked at me and I swear it smiled. So I put it on the bed and started stroking it listening to Aphex. Ivan and fragment came in and started stroking the cat too. If you can imagine 3 guys stroking one cat, the cat was SO happy. He purred and that made me feel good, as if I had re-connected with my side of nature and my previous 'Strobe Addiction' or dependence on technology had ceased. Nature didn’t care if you had sinned in the past, but it cared that you cared about it now, so I lay there and stroked the cat some more. I renounced the strobe, with all its artificial glory, and praised the cat, and the nature of the whole world.

Unknown time, T + 5-6h

The cat, bored with lying on the bed, entered the room with the strobe, and here is where my previous conceptions fell apart. The two forces in the universe, 'The Cat' (nature) and 'The Strobe' (technology) had melded. The cat was made of liquid chrome, much like the T-1000 from Terminator 2. I quickly rushed over to the cat and stroked him, the liquid chrome coming off onto my hands, and dribbling over my fingers down onto the futon. This was amazing, how could nature and technology join as a whole, like the positive and negative of the universe, and not completely annihilate each other. I was confused, and getting tired by this stage, so Eric, myself and Fragment decided to go to bed. Bob had already gone to bed, but I hadn’t noticed.

The effects were noticeably still there, but did weren’t nearly as strong as I pulled the much softer than normal rug over myself and went to sleep.

Conclusion: Wow! What a fantastic trip I had. I couldn’t have asked for much more, maybe just a teensy bit of paranoia in the morning, when I thought Bob was insulting me, but apart from that, the entire night rocked.

Thanks for reading this far, next time I do LSD will be for self discovery, and I think I am ready to take the next step up in dosage.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 15536

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 13, 2005	Views: 9,939

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

		   T+ 2:15
		 1.5 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 4:15
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

If this reads a bit messed up, I just took my 6th soma/codeine in the past hour, I'm a little messed up ;]

T+00:00 (4:45pm) - Tripping on acid in the city is a mindfuck no matter which way you look at it. Tripping alone in the city is a real test of your integrity. In the city all these outside interferences mess with you mind, and there is no means of blocking them out. It was my last day in Boston, I was moving home from college, and I decided to go pick up a sheet of acid. I made a call, picked it up, went to my room, and began to cut it. I cut off a strip of five hits and palletted it, then began packing.

T+02:00 (6:45pm) - Its taken me about two hours to pack and I just finished a wrestling match with the bundles of cords from my computer. For some reason they saw it fit to tangle themselves around my chest, making me feel constricted, and threatened. Obviously the acid is doing its trick, I'm sweating profusely, the white-painted cinder block walls are dripping, the room is breating organically. I decide to make a phone call to a friend whom I'm supposed to visit once I was done packing. They say its fine to come over, so a quick piss and I'm on my way, or so I thought until I stared in the mirror. My pupils were pieplates. With this particular acid, which I had been taking for some time, (there was steady supply), I find that you peak after about four hours.

T+02:05 (6:50pm) - I begin my trip across the rose garden in Boston, towards the Fenway area. Crossing a street, I stepped out in front of a van without looking. Its brakes locked up, (There was alot of snow on the roads) and was hit by a tow truck towing an old buick, which was in turn struck by a minivan. A four car pile-up. My perception of the events are blurred, But I do recall seeing an impact wave from the sound of the cars colliding, which radiated right through my body. That was an intense moment, I fled, walking briskly across the street. Then I heard a jet taking off. From my viewpoint I could see the entire city lit up, the prudential, copley sq. etc..., and all I see is the noisy jet taking off just behind the prudential. The energy wave from the jet shook the entire city, I saw intense vibrations, and the prudential slightly bent about ten degrees to the left. Cool.

T+02:15 (7:00pm) - The walk took longer than usual, I kept forgetting where I was supposed to be heading.  But I finally arrive at my friends apartment. They buzz me up and I run to the room. I pack my large bowl, about a gram and a half of fantastic head nugget, and begin to toke with my friend. I am sweating profusely. She had taken this acid before, so I knew that she knew what I was going through, though she has only taken two tabs maximum (this is extremely potent shit). I told her I had taken five. She looked at me in disbelief, and reminded me that my father would be at my dorm at 10:00am to pick me up. Thank you for the reminder.

T+03:00 (7:45pm) - Things have been going well, my visuals are extremely intense, Out of the corner of my eye I keep seeing my female friend flicking her tongue at me in a seductive manner, but when I look back, she is doing her homework. WEIRD. We have a mellow music selection on and it is easing my trip, as I slowly tap away at my 30 rack of bud.

T+03:45 (8:30pm) - I've been playing guitar for about half an hour, and it still amazes the heck out of me. The vibrations of the strings are electric, my whole body quivers with every note I play, I play some floyd, some zepplin, hendrix, dave, and metallica to keep myself entertained. Suddenly another one of my friends comes in. He decides we should go for a walk to get some nugget. I've never really hung out with this kid, so at this point I'm weirded out, but I enjoy a good test on my mind, so I consent to the adventure.

T+03:50 - 04:15 (8:35 - 9:00pm) - The walk seems to take forever, with every turn there is a bum asking for change or a cigarette. I cant even talk to them at this point, only stare as their mouths grow long, twist, melt, and suck in. Weird visuals from the bums. We finally got to the house we set out for.

T+04:15 (9:00pm) - The person I was with is an unusual character, spent about six years of his young life (11-17) in las vegas, tripping on acid hundreds of times, so as you can imagine, he's pretty far out there and likes to fuck with less experienced people. Turns out the place he took me to is a friend I'll call Daniel. Daniel is a devil worshiper that lives with other pentagram people. We enter the appartment, and go to Daniel's room. Unfortunately for me, Daniel's stomach ulcer is acting up and he's vomiting everywhere between taking lines of cocaine. We smoke another bowl, buy some hash and herb, then retreat after what seemed like forever.

T+04:55 (9:40pm) - The walk home was intense as well. I was talking to my friend about how I can control people's minds while tripping on lsd, and I wanted to prove it to him. He said sure... As we were walking down the sidewalk, a young couple was approaching from the following direction, a young man and a beatiful brunette. My friend is not the most handsome guy in the world, but when the couple reached us, the girl broke away from the guy and stepped right in front of my friend, checked him out, gave him a smile, grabbed his nuts, then continued on as her boyfriend yelled at her asking what the fuck she was doing. The whole time I just watched and concentrated. Weird. My friend flipped out saying that it was so random etc... until suddenly some man goes sprinting bye in the middle of the street at full speed. Weird. As we get closer to home, a man says to us as we're walking by 'Hey you boys wanna buy some beers'. I reply ' NO I'm PISS DRUNK', then the man pissed himself, and my friend pointed it out first, he was only high on cannibus. Weird.

T+05:15 (10:00pm) - Ah home again.  We finally arrive home and the night continues to go well, I sit in a room and play guitar and stare at dead posters, completely gone.

T+06:45 (11:30pm) - My friends decide to watch a movie, I try to watch but they try to fuck with me by putting on the spanish subtitles, they know I speak spanish, and I'm hearing what the person is saying in english, and reading it in spanish at the same time. It was too much to handle. I left the room.

T+07:00 (11:45pm) - My two lesbian friends enter the empty room and begin talking with me. I've known them for quite some time, and they are completely gay. But one of them started to rub my thigh, then the other asked if I wanted a little going away present. Being the dumb acid head I am I said 'What are you talking about'. She replied 'You wanna unwrap me and (Jill we'll call her)'. Sure I said. She mounted me and we began to makeout, these are some hot lesbians too, what a fucking thing to do while tripping!

T+07:15 (12:00am) - I dont remember much of the kissing stuff, but I do remembert getting head from the two of them at once, it was so hard to hold in my excitement if you know what I mean, but I did.

T+08:45 (1:30am) - The sex was amazing, I can only say that having one of your fantasies come true, while tripping, is an amazing thing. Anyways, everyone went to bed, so I'm left by myself.

T+09:45 (2:30am) - Cant sleep and my mind is way out there, I'm starting to lose it.

T+10:45 (3:30am) - My phone rings, its one of my friends that I sold some of the cid to, he doesn't seem to be speaking english, so I turn off my phone and toss it aside.

T+14:15 (7:00am) - No sleep, still tripping, and I call my mother to try to delay my father's arrival. Not happening.

T+17:15 (10:00am) - I meet my father for breakfast, eating a bluberry muffin while tripping is scary. All the nooks begin to move and breathe, its weird. My father notices I'm acting strange and asks what's wrong. 'Hungover' I say.

T+18:45 (11:30am) - I'm driving home with my pops and begin confessing my love for marijuana to him, he has never done any drug.

T+19:50 (12:35pm) - Home at last, and bed for me, I cant be out with my family, the whole world is closing in.

T+21:10 (1:55 pm) - The trip has ended and I'm fast asleep. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE I MUST SAY!

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 21224

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 6, 2005	Views: 10,256

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Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Various (28), Sex Discussion (14), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

I live down in South Africa, a place of insane beauty, culture and energy. Me and two of my closest friends arranged to travel the rugged coastline with nothing but a tent and the thirst for adventure.  I was blessed to find the most incredible LSD in the 200-300ug range and so the journey began.

On our third night we found a beach surrounded by lime green cliffs, scattered with mystical caves and sand rarely marked with human feet. We decided to hike down the cliff on a rather treacherous trail and make camp for the night.

At about 5pm, just as the sun lost its brutal intensity we took our dose. We explored the beach for a while and once we felt the surge of the acid take hold we returned to our cave to lie down and listen to Jim Morrison - An American Prayer. The music became all powerful and faces swirled in the cave above. Then sunset came. Standing knee deep in the icy and restless water we watched the orb of light sink slowly into the sea - around us we could see the earth breathing, everything had faces and spoke to us, not with words, but with beauty. I can truly say that this was the most powerful sunset of my life.

Darkness descended and we went cave exploring. We found an Alice in wonderland like rabbit hole in one cave and of course dived in head first. Inside the cave it was pitch black - it felt like being in the stomach of a giant being. The walls were slick and every flick of our lighter revealed complicated stone structures the likes of which are indescribable. We stayed in the cave for about 30 minutes, laughing and feeding on the surrounding energy. When we left the cave a dense mist had rolled in off the sea and the surrounding visibility was about 5 feet. It was a cold night, yet every now and again an incredible warmth would surround us. I can’t explain this, except that I knew there was a presence on the beach with us that night. The presence guided us and when it left, we would feel cold and alone.

At about 9pm - we suddenly realized our situation. Trapped on a remote beach, nobody knows where we are, anything could happen - we felt very isolated and alone. It was a scary, but ultimately amazing feeling. We were experiencing the true nature of night, the same as any wild animal or as man a few hundred years ago. Our senses were acute and we could feel every vibration, see every movement and taste the life in the sea air. The night was filled with an amazing adventurous spirit. We all had profound insights about the misdirection of our lives and our imbalances and today we are all better people, striving to follow our dreams.

We were so lost in the confusion of society and western thinking - this trip was like a sledgehammer of reason and truth - I am now starting to wake from my earthly slumber - how foolish it is to follow, when we are able to create.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 50205

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2006	Views: 6,004

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LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 kg

An foaf and and an foaf took 150mcg of LSD and expected a cruisy journey for themselves one morning. The plan was to have a wonderful morning experience with the sunrise.

At t+40 (M) needed to go home for an unanticipated bowel movement which being on a cliff side watching the sun come up had no spaces to cater for (if you get my drift). (F) agreed going home was a wise choice at that point in time.

At home in less than 10 they both noticed serious nausea and disjointedness in their communications. CEV and OEV were quite marked and the synchronicity of their inner pains to their outer experiences was escalating. They were in a state of alarm whilst still aware of their alarmed state and therefore contained panic. Both remarked that they had never experienced such disjointedness in earlier experiences - ever - and both had never experienced such physical discomfort.

They both traced the changes in their experience to the usage of a herbal bowel cleansing device used to remove impacted food from the lining of the bowel. A quick research of the ingredients reveals that there are very similar products out there that are reputed to have the same cleansing properties.

The discomfort continued throughout the duration of the experience and herbal colon relaxing teas were of little help. It was to be a rough ride to the end. At t+10 hours the pain and discomfort was subsiding and communications between the two were back online and clear.

Both M/F noted that they had previously attempted a pscilocybe experience whilst using this same cleansing material and discovered to their amazement also that this was a very uncomfortable experience with a lot of nausea.

Both M/F stopped the usage of the bowel cleanser and immediately set up another test to find that there were no ill side effects to be noted. Since this experience both have not had any ill side effects at all from various substances.

They were taking at the time 1 tablespoon of Fibreblend morning and evening when the bizzare effects were noted.

Both would like the world to know that using psychedelics whilst doing herbal bowel cleansing treatments is potentially a bad and uncomfortable experience.

:)

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47762

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2006	Views: 7,894

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		 DOSE:

		 10 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

For everybody out there dealing with an LSD 'psychosis'/hell/suicidal phase, please be aware that you are not alone.

I have possible ways of fighting it. Ways of dealing with it that have completely made me continue with my life happilly and succesfully. I dropped acid September 20th, 2005, the day that my life took a complete twist and I had to possibly start dealing with schyzophrenia for life. I went to this park looking for a metaphysical, mystical and life changing experience and I never thought of the consequences that were lying ahead.

It was my first time on it and the trip started out pretty well. Then the security from the park told me and my friend (which was babysitting) we had to leave. I lost my car keys and we couldnt leave the park. Then I walked back home and everything became incredibly evil. I saw demonlike shapes, and everything seemed black and infernal. I thought I had died and arrived in hell. I felt incredibly alone and hopeless. I cant put in words the horrible feeling and inmense agony I was going through and I hope nobody ever feels that because I cant think of anything worse.  When I got home, my parents asked me where was the car and I told them I had lost the keys and that I was on acid. They completely flipped out (they are very religious and had no idea I had ever tried any drug) and told me how terrible I was after being raised in such a great family (which is completely true). Hell became even bigger and to not make this story so long, I spent 3 days after that without being able to sleep and just thinking that I was eternally damned and that I had to kill myself. Thank God I never did it (after I put a gun to my head I chickened out).

After a week my family had accepted the fact of what just happened and just wanted me to continue living my life drug free and with Jesus by my side. But something was terribly wrong. My thoughts were out of control and I was hearing strange things in my head. My ego was also destroyed and I thought I had become 'nothing'. I felt my personality was completely gone and that I had no way of regaining it. I told my mom that I needed help (which takes a lot of courage because it is hard to accept that you went crazy) and we went to a shrink. The shrink prescribed me Seroquel (which is an antypsychotic medication) and the first days were horrible. I thought I was going to finish up in a mental hospital tied down. The anxiety I felt was overwhelming and the fact that you think that at this point there is no way back. But how wrong I was. I started praying to Jesus and God and things started to get better until this day (5 months later) which I feel completely well.

I just want to tell people going through this to seek professional help right away and to pray to God and Jesus a lot. That was my salvation.  And mainly, to not lose faith in myself or God. God is loving and omnipotent and is the only one who can really make a difference in me. Dont feel like a sinner or that you are eternally damned because that is not true and that is the way I felt. But believe me, with enough praying, avoidance of drugs and alcohol 100 percent, and with a good psychiatrist by my side, I have everything by my side to fight the condition I know many people live in. I just want to tell you again that there IS help out there and that nothing in this world lasts forever. Your hopelessness, fear, anxiety, and fear of being psychotic for the rest of your life, will disappear and the light of God will shine on you again. I truly believe God gives us very hard tests for us to evolve spiritually and that everything happens for a good reason. Also it is a way for us to find the real truth which is Him and not move along with our egocentric attitudes, drug usage and other terrible things human beings do.  Have faith in God, pray, seek for professional help and quit drugs. Thats all I have to say. Peace and love for everyone.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 50272

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 8, 2006	Views: 6,936

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LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

I had been trying to get LSD for a very long time where I live. Even though its a college town, its hard to find acid. I've done mushrooms many times, roughly 20. I've taken 2c-i twice, as well as 2c-e. The trip I am reporting about is my third LSD experience. My first being 5 or 6 days prior to my third. I love psychedelics, so I had to buy as much acid as I could, WHILE I could.

I watched my friend drop the LSD onto 2 sugar cubes. 1 hit on each cube. I ate the acid 2 days later, around 2pm. 30-45 minutes after taking the acid, I had a wonderful body high. My face was somewhat numb which was awesome. My body felt very strange. Similar to mushrooms, but different. The first visual change was color getting very bright along with tracers. I would look at my friends face and it would melt right in front me of. Now when I say melt, it was like his face was liquid and it was moving around. I was watching TV, and I remember something popping out like it was in 3D. We went over to my friend B's girlfriends house. I had never met her or been to her house, so it was strange when I got there. Her room was in the basement of her parents house, but we go in through the back, the ceiling was about 7 ft, if even that. I walk in and look up, I couldnt tell if the ceiling was really that low, or if it was just me tripping, so I reach up and touch it to make sure. The walls of her room are pink, which made everything else sort of pink. By this time everything im looking at is melting and im just sitting in this chair laughing my ass off because its so fucking crazy and weird.

My friend A let me use his iPod. He put it on some crazy trance/house music, and I just went outside, and sat down turned up the volume all the way, and looked at all these trees and shit in her back yard. I was looking at the trees and I could see the branches growing and moving, like the tree had a mind of its own and it was trying to grab something. I couldnt stop looking at the iPod screen. The letters in the words would grow and shrink and the spaces between the letters and the words would expand and shrink. I was so amazed by this. I saw kaleidescope patterns almost everywhere. Evrything was surrounded by a rainbow colored aura. It was pretty much like a prism. I felt completely out of reality. Never once was I scared, I didnt have a bad trip. I was having so much fun trying to comprehend my visual field. That, and the weird body high that I had was fucking amazing. I ended up driving my car even though I was tripping. My friend A is a pretty hefty guy. Bout 250 maybe im not sure. Anyway, he was in the passenger seat,and as I was driving, I could FEEL his body weight. I could feel the car leaning to the right side, like it was sinking. I melted through my seatbelt a couple of times. It felt like I wasnt even in the car a lot of the time.

LSD is an amazing substance. Its very strong and very intense. Psychedelics are something I will never stop doing. Psilocybin and LSD have changed my life in a wonderful way.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 50271

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 15, 2006	Views: 6,275

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Glowing Experiences (4), General (1)


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

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

		   T+ 4:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 11:00
		 6
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

Set: mentally relaxed, having abstained from LSD and other psychedelic use for several months following a period of sustained heavy use. In a period of slight uneasiness trying to figure out career goals and options. Mentally tossing around the idea of pursuing a minor in religious studies at school to supplement my psychology degree.

Setting: my apartment, the surrounding area. This is in a small city in upstate New York famous for two of its colleges. The immediate neighborhood is zoned as heavy commercial (grocery store, auto shop, etc.) but it is within 5 minutes of woods, 20 of a waterfall.

T + 0: Having obtained some 'pink pyramids' which turned out to be good blotters, I ingest my first along with my girlfriend and roommate. This is my girlfriend's (called A for the sake of this story) first trip. My roommate (call him N) has tripped twice before, both with me after hearing about some of my experiences with psychedelics. So, I end up being the 'wise old man' when it comes to drug/psychology questions. This role is partially flattering and partially uncomfortable.

T + 1hr.: We begin by telling light hearted stories, listening to music, making jokes, and smoking a prodigious amount of good outdoors cannabis. This particular strain is very smooth and good tasting, and we end up consuming a LOT over the course of the evening.

T + 2.5hr: The peak of the first hit occurs around 6:30pm or so. We decide to go on a walk at this point after smoking a couple more bowls. Walking along the street we all comment on the sensation of being dissociated from our legs as we walk... we seemingly glide across the pavement on a back road towards the waterfalls.

T + 3hr: We spend some time at the base of a large waterfall. This is part of a state park, which is closed since it is after dark. At one point we hear voices and see figures across the water on the other side, coming down a trail. Assuming them to be park rangers we try to blend into the darkness. Eventually, the figures get into a car and leave. We leave soon thereafter and walk back to the apartment.

T + 4hr: Upon return we smoke several bong loads. Me and N take another hit each, A takes a half. We become engaged in a rather abstract and freewheeling conversation about a variety of topics.

T + 5hr: During the course of this extended conversation my first visual disturbances appear. These consist of faces in the carpet, fluid movement in the wood grain of our walls, and some minor halo or aura effects. My visuals never become very pronounced during the trip despite the heroic amount of marijuana smoking we did.

T + 6.5hr: We decide to put in a movie, and I ask A to select one that she wants to see. She decides on the anime Akira, which I had recommended to her another time. We watch it, completely blown away by the storyline and visual effects, which seem perfectly suited for an acid trip.

T + 10hr.: We decide to go on another walk to smoke a joint on a bridge near our apartment. The walk is much colder than the last as the night has become quite chilly. We come to the bridge, only to find a new fence around it. This especially upsets N, who gets very scared and wants to leave. We do end up going to a park nearby to smoke.

T + 11hr.: Back at the apartment I set into drinking a six pack of Sam Adams Ocktoberfest. N has some Molsons and A abstains. I tell her drinking a little might help with possible insomnia, but she has no problem with that... she drifts off to sleep as we watch Cartoon Network.

T + 13hr.: It is the early hours of the next morning, sometime around 6am or so when I finally carry A up to bed and we pass out. Sleep comes quickly, but is accompanied by an odd dream where I am a street hot dog vendor who is serving little people in my buns rather than hot dogs. I wake up after sleeping almost 11 hours and feel extremely refreshed.

In the aftermath of this experience we spent the rest of the weekend in quiet contemplation, cleaning and studying for school. We decided to lay off marijuana for a few days because the smoking gave us all sore throats. All of us feel very much refreshed and renewed by the experience.

Some themes that came up during the trip for me were the paralells between Akira and the current U.S. military situation (deals with weapons of mass destruction, armed revolt, etc.), my ever growing love and dependence on A, my future career as a psychologist and the place of religion within that, and a contemplation of the multi-layered reality of existence. We coined a new phrase to explain away inconsistencies: 'It's all layers.' This, I think, gives me a sense of satisfaction in that I don't have to attempt to fit everything in my mind into one united scheme, it all operates on different layers for different times...

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10318

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 23, 2006	Views: 6,845

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


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

		   T+ 3:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

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

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

[Erowid Note: It is unclear why the author came to the conclusion he ingested 2C-B. 2C-B has not been reported on blotter before.]

After a previous evening of a rather frightening mushroom trip, I decided to go ahead and take care of business with some LSD and 2CB. The 2CB was sold to me as 'synthetic mescaline', as it has similar, but not exactly the same effects. I had woken up that morning at about 11 and had geared up with most of the appropriate tripping gear. For me that day, it was, first, to be completely free of any drugs or drug paraphernalia during the trip, as I had no babysitter but the crowd of a musical festival. Additionally, I wore long camo green BDU pants, a t-shirt, and most importantly, my green tripping jacket. This jacket is very important to me as it is my shelter from anything evil lurking in the world beyond. During the trip I would occasionally pop the collar and hide inside my jacket. I did forget my sunglasses on this trip.

That day I was really just in the mood to disassociate myself from reality, as I had not had a very good trip the day before and was really interested in nothing more than putting some medicine in my body to cleanse myself of the mushroom toxins that I had ingested the day before.

At about 1 that afternoon after a walk down Shakedown Street to gather the drugs, I slid the hit of 2CB under my tongue and left the paper to dissolve in my mouth. I had met up with some friends to help them find some doses (which wasn't hard) before we proceeded on our way to the shows. These guys were not babysitting me and I only hung with them during the beginning of my trip.

At about 3:00, while laying around at a Gov't Mule Show, my world began to light up. Colors became sharper and everything around me became pleasing to thy eye. I danced a little bit and stood up on the tips of my toes, because every time I caught a glimpse of the landscape of the crowd of happy festival people I felt like I was getting rushes of serotonin in my brain.

At about 4:00 I ate one of the hits of acid. We then headed over to Xavier Rudd. I proceeded to run around in a field next to the stage and enjoy the rush of energy and joy that was flowing through my body. During the Xavier show I ate the last two hits.

As we left the Xavier Rudd show, I began to twitch. We cruised to the Jack Johnson show and sat down on a blanket with my friends. The trip grew in force. I began to see trails. There were some hippies climbing the tree and stealing attention from Jack. This was amazing to me, as Jack just chilled and let everything flow. The hippies inspired me because of their devotion to climbing up the tree. At this point I became uncomfortable around my friends, as I wanted to go explore the environment. I told them that I needed to go and that everything would be OK. I moved up in the crowd and started making friends and jamming to Jack.

The evening progressed and I began to slowly reach peak. This is when everything got crazy. It was right before Widespread Panic Came on, and I was tripping really hard, unsure of what to do. I was wandering around the concert field searching for something to occupy myself with. I was in a panic. Suddenly I realized that I should tell the world. I ran around sprinting into open spaces yelling PANIC. Everyone around me seemed to laugh at this, so I proceeded with my craziness. There were other people joining in. I think this is a pretty standard thing to yell before a WP show.

The crowd gathered and I got a good spot about 30 yards from the stage. Panic began to play. The music completely controlled my flow and the flow of the other Acid trippers around me, as we all simultaneously joined together in similar actions. At one point I just started crying, letting the evil flow out of my body through my tears. A guy standing next to me was also tripping and he helped me stay alive. At one point we were dancing and he remarked 'it's cleansing, isn't it?' I could only agree. We danced and screamed and tripped our faces off. At one point they played the song 'Chilly Water' and me and my fellow trippers were relieved and felt amazing as the fans shook their open bottles of water, soaking everyone. The water proliferated the cleansing motif the whole evening had contained. The show concluded and the crowd dispersed.

I really started to freak out at this point, having no point of reference. I bought a giant smoothie and walked about a mile and a half back to my camp. I was walking so fast I almost passed out, but felt strength with every gulp of the smoothie. The whole way back I became depressed and tired and my mind was focused on the futility of my efforts to help my life with drugs, and I had the idea in my mind that I was nothing more than another fan at a widespread show. At this point I resolved that I was going to stop doing drugs, at least for a while, after this night. This promise I have kept, sort of, but I have not touched anything for about a week now. So, all in all, it was a very cleansing trip.

I made it back to camp, but realized that I had made a pointless journey, because I needed to return rather quickly to see Trey Anastasio. So, I smoked a bowl, grabbed some bottled water, and journeyed back to the stage. I pushed my way through the crowd and got all the way to the front (Within 5 yards of Trey). The show was amazing. I spoke to Trey during a break between songs and told him to 'remember the trick'**. He nodded and continued on.

I love Bonnaroo.  ACID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**The trick is to surrender to the flow

(In case anyone who can use or abuse their power sees this, I would like to claim here that this story is entirely fictitious and does not represent reality in any way.)

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44336

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 28, 2006	Views: 10,607

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LSD (2), Unknown (120) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I think I was right around 14 years old, but definitely in the ninth grade. I had smoked lots of grass but had never tried anything else and I also knew very little of other drugs, and the mere concept of LSD intrigued me immensely. A friend of mine sold me a few hits of blotter paper and I held on to it for about a week before finally eating them one morning before school. I was pretty naive, and since my only experience with getting high up to that point was with grass I figured LSD would be the same, in that I would get high pretty much instantly or, at the most, after a minute or so. I waited 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and finally after about 20 minutes, I thought I had gotten ripped off by my friend and so I signed off on the notion that I was going to get high on LSD that day.

I strongly believe that two factors came into play that day that made my experience so completely incredible. First, since I thought the drug wasn't going to work at all, it was that much more amazing, astounding, and indescribable when it did begin to kick in. Second, since I knew nothing of what would happen to me as far as effects, emotions, or physical and psychological sensations, the actual effects were that much more amazing, astounding and indescribable.

The first sensation I felt took me by surprise because, as I have said, I did not expect anything to happen. It was an overwhelming feeling of pure pleasure in my lower stomach, maybe comparable to when one gets butterflies in the stomach but instead of nervousness, it was highly enjoyable in a warm tingly way. And as I sat in class, I became completely enveloped with the urge to just stare off into space or at the wall in an almost blissful trance that was extremely difficult if not impossible to shake off. I remember thinking that the teacher would see me doing this and think I was high, so I began to draw on a blank piece of paper. I began to sketch patterns almost in an automatic way, as if something was controlling my hand and fingers and was drawing on the paper for me. I was making large swooping swirls of spirals, pictograph-type patterns, and other shapes and patterns that one would typically associate with 'psychedelic' art or images.

All the while this was going on, the drug's effects are getting stronger and more pronounced, and I am getting more and more enveloped in a peculiar soft white cloud in which my mind and body are wrapped. As I leave that particular class to go to my second period class, I am fully aware that not only is the drug working, but working with greater potency than I could ever have imagined. I went through the rest of the school day, from class to class, in a total and utter trance that in retrospect, must have been completely obvious to anyone and everyone. I remember trying to act normal all day, but one thing I had a really hard time minimizing was a grin that would burst onto my face so huge, it felt like my smile was actually consuming my face. I don't remember laughing that much, if at all, but rather it was my smile that for the life of me I just could not shake off of my face no matter what I did or tried. I also remember being completely unable to speak when I was high. When people would talk to me, I would just grin from ear to ear and not be able to utter a single word. Another thing I remember also, was right around the time I must have been peaking, I kept having the notion run through my mind that nothing was real, and it was such a deep and profound idea that I wanted to convey it to everyone around me but I was pretty much completely unable to communicate.

By the time I got home from school, I was not high anymore; I stopped smiling at anything and everything; I was able to talk out loud and converse normally. I was, however, completely ecstatic and exuberant about what I had experienced that day. I wanted everyone on the face of the planet to go through what I had gone through. I wanted more than anything to share my experience with anyone and everyone who would listen because I had been so completely blown away by it all. All of it was truly too much for words.

That LSD trip was a watershed event in my life just because of how much it blew my mind and totally floored me in every conceivable way. I have eaten LSD many, many times since that first trip, but there has only been a small handful of those times that have blown my mind with such complete and utter profoundness. It is the kind of experience that words will always fail to express properly. The spoken and written word that we humans have falls way, way short of being able to even mildly convey how deep or profound an LSD experience can be. Unfortunately, far too many people just use it to get 'f---d up', which I think misses the point of LSD entirely. People also sometimes do not use it in the proper settings or with the right people, and countless accidents have occured that have forever tarnished the reputation of LSD. When one ensures all the proper elements in their LSD trip, it can be one of the safest, most profound and memorable experiences in one's entire life.

LSD is also not for everyone. I am a very secure and stabile individual, so my first trip went smoothly, but had I been a person who was not so secure or stabile, the trip could have gone a lot differently for the worse. All in all, LSD is the kind of drug on which people would benefit from doing homework before blindly trying it.

Exp Year: 1993	ExpID: 23163

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 28, 2006	Views: 6,870

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LSD (2) : School (35), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 lb

This was only my second time using acid, and I had never actually hallucinated off of the drug.  My boyfriend, W, and I both took one hit, don't know name, but it's got eyeballs all over the paper, at about 11pm.  We then walked up to Circle K, about a 7 min walk.  Talked to our friend working.  I notice that already the lights are too bright and I can't seem to screen what I'm saying or follow the conversation, so we leave.  The night looks like a picture, everything is in precise focus.  We mention that this is coming on very quickly, and hurry back to the apartment.

He goes to the bathroom and I begin pacing around the apartment, smoking a cigarette.  My mind is going a million miles an hour and I am trying to ignore that my eyes are bugged out and I am twitching severely.  I looked insane.  We plug in purple Christmas lights and turn off the overhead, then settle down to play DDR with the controllers.  This goes pretty well, and at the end of the round I just lay there, except that my legs have turned into this long, rainbow swirl, going off into nowhere.  This is the ONLY warning I get, and it is only about half an hour in.  W puts on the Matrix and I curl up on the floor under a plush blanket.  Things go downhill quickly.  When the screen is light, everythig is fine, but when it goes dark, which happens alot in the Matrix, it is a feeling of impending doom, like everything evil in the world is trying to steal my soul.  I eventually hide myself under the covers to try to make it go away.  My boyfriend asks if Im okay and I say no and begin sobbing.  Uncontrollably.  I cry for him to make is stop.  It's all so dark and evil.  He takes the Matrix off and puts on the Powerpuff Girls Movie.

Downhill?  The hill's gone.  I can't see it- I'm too far gone.  All I can see are lines.  Neon lines.  Are my eyes open or closed?  No difference....Lines....follow the lines.  They form shapes, they start falling, compressing, it's like Tetris.  When I follow them right they dissappear.  There is nothing else.  Lines expand...it's a maze.  A maze surrounded by molten lava.  Like a lab rat maze, trying to find the cheese.  I find a spot, like where the cheese would be, and I come out of it.  I call my boyfriends name.  No response.  Back in the maze.  Another spot, Back to reality?  call his name- nothing.  Back in.  out.  'What's going on?'  Reply, finally.  'I have no idea.'  Right reality.  Hold on, hold on.  Talk.  Stay here, don't fall.  Fall.  Fallen.  Back in the maze.  Try to find the right reality.

It subsides some, psuedo-realities are easier to find, less maze.  I think I'm having converstions with W, I'm talking to him on various layers of the realities in my head...every now and then I get a confused response and know I've hit reality...I eventually give up.  Three hours later.  I open my eyes.  Stand up, turn on light.  Find cigarette.  Can't smoke.  Shaking.  I want to die.  Doesn't stop but lightens from then.  I start to find things funny around six.  Manage to eat...not sure how.  Go to class at nine...I know what's in my head, but damned if I can put it into words for my teacher.  All well.  Next class is cancelled, thank god.  Can think, but it's insane thoughts.  Go to W's, play with his 3 year old.  She's never made so much sense.  Go to work at 5.  Finally stop tripping at 6pm, T+18.  Fun, but....

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 28067

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 13, 2006	Views: 7,515

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 DOI
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

[Erowid Note: This report is listed as a DOI report, but readers should be aware there are aspects of it that suggest the identification is speculative.]

I've been waiting a while to discuss this experience, mainly because it was such an intense, emotional ride. This is really the story of my first bad trip. I knew it would come some day. The omens were all around me as I will explain.

I had obtained two blotter hits of 'acid' from a good friend, K, during the winter break of 2005/2006 (the acid had pictures of characters from Family Guy on it). I've had a good history of trips- shrooms, acid, mescaline/cactus, salvia, pretty much all the natural chemicals you can use to warp your mind. At this point, though, it was becoming somewhat redundant. I don't know how some people trip, or claim to trip, 300+ times. I couldn't tell anymore whether I was doing it just for fun or to find some mystical part of myself or the universe.

Anyway, I was hoping to get a friend from home, T, to trip with me (he had two hits of the so-called acid as well), but he was having his doubts about tripping ever again as well. Not a good state of mind to be in before tripping anyway. The friend who sold me the blotters tested them out with his roommates and told me the stuff was extremely powerful (and he only had one hit). I ended up buying the two hits off of T so I could use them back at my college with another friend.

So it ended up I had four hits of 'acid' (which was really probably DOI as I will explain later) that were burning a hole in my pocket so to speak. I was anxious to try out some excellent cid. I had wanted to wait for a day where it was snowing hard, like a blizzard, but no luck. Finally on a whim, me and a friend who had been planning to accompany me, A, decided to go out of our minds.

NEVER DO ACID ON A WHIM. I chose a Sunday to do this, thinking the trip couldn't last much more than 12 hours. I knew this, but hey, I've done acid before, right? Down the hatch. I knew something was fishy when the hits tasted about as bitter as munching on dried cactus, but I sucked them dry anyway.

We waited about 2 hours and we were still barely above baseline. Marijuana was smoked, and we waited for a little longer. Finally, waves of giddiness and energy began to crawl through my body.

A and I decided to explore the graveyard near our dorm, a frequent stoner hangout. By this time, paranoia had set in and things were quite wavy. The visuals were elusive in a way. Not the same as acid usually is. Staring at the pink clouds, they would shift and move and come back to the place they were before. This was the peak of the trip. Everything was extremely beautiful although I felt like I couldn't take in everything. Sensory overload in a way. Colors like pink and orange were brilliant.

We headed back to the dorm and smoked more mary jane. Strangely, unlike acid, the grass seemed to make me more confused rather than intensify the trip. Things only got more crazy. One aspect of this drug was the aural hallucinations. It was similar to acid, though. Any small sound would be distorted and my mind would twist it around and make it into something I've heard before. Imagine an entire orchestra of sound, not quite random, but made with an insane orchestrator. Only, the sound was caused by a blowing fan nearby and it sounded something out of Atom Heart Mother.

The night progressed slowly. The first thing that got to me was the repetition. I was slowly being sucked into a time loop. I played my harmonica and every 20 minutes or so I would play the same riff as if I was going to continue and then I would stop. The night dragged on.

Suddenly, A gets a call from his mom. Unfortunately, A is not very experienced in the ways of dealing with authorities while twisted. He must have convinced himself that he had slipped and accidentally told his mom or brother what he was on. He began confessing and his terror rubbed off on me. The night only got worse from there.

The time loop continued. Most of the problem was that we stayed in  my small dorm room. I had nowhere else safe to go for the most part though. DO NOT DO A HALLUCINOGEN IN A DORM ROOM unless you have somewhere else to go. At least go for a walk.

Eventually, after about 13 hours (I believe we took the hits at about 11 AM that morning) A went back to his dorm. Bad idea, though I couldn't have known it at the time. I was still at a strong ++. No sleep that night. Nights of insomnia from drugs are the worse. There is no such thing as time. Get up, get a drink, go to the bathroom, get back in bed. Rinse, wash, repeat.

I woke up the next morning feeling the worst I have ever felt. As a psychology student, I knew the symptoms of severe depression, but I had never experienced them. I was dead to the world, no focus at all. Knowing that LSD uses a lot of seratonin, I drank milk (with lots of tyrosine) and some coffee. After a few hours I was feeling salvageable.

I found out later, A called my roommate during the night asking for help and then hung up. He tripped all night, and being inexperienced, called for an ambulance. They put him in the psych ward and he had to leave school and go to rehab. He will hopefully be back this fall though.

Overall a hellish experience. After talking to K, he told me the guy who sold it to him tripped on the stuff a bunch of times and matched the experience with reports online most closely to DOI. There is no certainty that the chemical I ingested was DOI, but it seems to match other reports in some aspects.

This is somewhat of a warning, try to know what drug you're taking. Unfortunately, that's not always a certainty.

I may do hallucinogens again, but nothing more than mushrooms. The length is really what brought my distaste for this class of drugs. Good luck psychonauts.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53185

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 23, 2006	Views: 18,818

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LSD (2), DOI (259) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 3 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

A few months ago, after obtaining a vial of LSD, I had started trying it in various settings and various doses. As an experienced psychonaut that is very familiar with this substance, all of my experiences were positive, even though the lucidity surprised me - there was no 'being stuck in a loop', the visual and audio distortions weren't as invasive as usual. This was attributed at the time to the high quality of the batch, it was definately very strong on a spiritual level (much more so than any blotter I've ever tried, and even more than all but one drop of liquid from a friend's vial obtained directly from the chemist).

Then came the last experience - about a month ago now. It was great. It was clear. Introspection was a scientific process rather than a painful one, the world showed its beauty again and again, and the visual symptoms of my light HPPD lessened... but the next day, when waking up, I felt a terrible emptiness. All of my faults were thrown at me a hundred times over, and I got locked into a loop of self-loathing. I was on the verge of suicide for the next three days. For the following month, I suffered from the worst case of depression I had had since my teenage years and combatted this agressively, getting professional psychological help (no, I do not use medication, hearing that SSRIs may increase HPPD symptoms and the fact that feeling numb is no answer). Feelings of detachment, of not really being there, of total lack of clarity in anything, everything faded into grayer hues (not visually) still remained well after the depression was gone. Lack of energy, lack of willpower, loss of interest... all these have not diminished.

This depression may have been inside of me for a while, using the removal of psychological barriers by this substance to surface, but I can't help but question how much of it is real - when only now, after a few months of not touching a psychedelic I can feel like myself again... but there is still a road to recovery. All in all, I am feeling stronger now than before the experience, but more aware of the things to fix, and LSD showed that even when its the devil, it's still a teacher, and one that makes me listen. The symptoms of my HPPD have remained much less acute than before, possibly due to the psychological help I've got. But the effects of this are still very strong.

In retrospect, I am fully aware that it was a complete nervous breakdown - triggered if not caused by the substance. Please be careful, because HPPD isn't the only thing this substance can do to you.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 33625

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 31, 2006	Views: 11,996

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LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

It was fairly late one night in the early summer. At around 11:30 my friend Matt and I decided to stay up late and partake in an LSD experience. What I had was actually one really large square on the plain kind of blotter without pre-sized squares, and it was about 2 large hits' worth. Anyway, we decided to go for a walk to compliment the onset of the experience.  The setting was a pleasant residential area.

Walking on the sidewalks was great.  We talked the whole time, but I don't remember any of the subjects now.  Both of us kept forgetting what we were talking about. It was really funny in the beginning, but after about the 4th or 5th time you could say it was kind of getting to us.  It was strange how it kept happening to both of us. The conversations shifted towards our memories, long-term and short term.  Matt had the notion that we should carry notepads from then on and constantly write down thoughts that we wouldn't want to forget, so that we would have a lot of information to review when we were older, most of which we would have forgotten by then.  Seems like an okay idea, right?

After that moment, there was a long period of time when we both kept forgetting what we were talking about.  It was a loop, we kept finding ourselves with no memory of the entire hours-long conversation.  'What were we talking about, seriously?  Something about memory... uh...?'  and then we would both laugh about how we kept forgetting about forgetting.  It was a very bizarre thing to be happening to both of us at the same time.  I've wondered if Matt was just messing with me, but now for some reason I don't believe it's true. Hopefully that'll make more sense when you're done reading.

Well we came to the conclusion that all the frustration was coming from our grasping at our memories.  We were thinking that we somehow could and should improve the memory parts of our brains and get some benefit to our knowledge, or wisdom.

Something we learned that night was that we shouldn't try to control our own memories. They'll naturally fade away, which is okay.  Everything that is natural is ultimately okay.

On a deeper level, we learned how to let go.  Our memories aren't the only part of us that come and go naturally and spontaneously. Actually, I believe every aspect of our lives occurs somehow spontaneously and beyond 'our' control.  Basically, when we become self-conscious and grasp at ourselves and try to somehow control our natural processes, we go against the course of nature. We seem to do it because we want to make our minds more trustworthy.

Months after our trip around the merry-go-round, I read The Way of Zen, by Alan Watts.  In it, Watts describes the liberated person basically as someone who has seen the fruitlessness of grasping at oneself and stops trying as a result.  According to Watts, that's what's called Nirvana.  The opposite of frustrating self-consciousness.  Of course many thinkers have attached other ideas to Nirvana but mainly the idea is liberation from the whirlwind of trying to figure everything out.

That was the state we were in when we finally said 'Forget it!' and relaxed. We figured, 'you just forget it, but don't TRY to forget it'. We didn't even discuss it or think about it much.  We didn't have to TRY to relax, we just let go. It was perhaps the greatest, most peaceful moment of my life.

Our nerves were calmed, and I noticed the glow in the sky that comes before the sunrise.  I realized we had been in Matt's bedroom most of the night, so we decided to go outside and experience the twilight.  It was magical.  With the knots in our minds blissfully unraveled, we immediately discovered an appreciation for the Here and Now.  A strong focus on the present actually turns out to be a common type of mystical experience. We'd never heard of anything about that before this time.  It just came naturally.  We both had an enormous sense of being present and purely, clearly aware.  It was an amazing experience beyond words. Just for fun, I'll say it was rather like sharpening a fuzzy picture, or wiping the dust off a mirror and feeling like 'oh yeah, that's how it's supposed to look'.  It was a very brilliant, glowing state of consciousness that still lingers today.

I could feel the LSD in my system again now that I was fully aware. I suggested to Matt that we get up off the porch and explore.  We went to his backyard and by then the sun had been up for a while, so everything was glistening with the dew.

It was marvelous.  We observed the nature there... bugs and birds, all kinds of plants around us, and the smell, the feeling, taste of the fresh morning air.  Everything we could sense simply came to us naturally, just like it's supposed to. We didn't have to listen for sounds or look to see.  Just being aware and present in the Here and Now, a most fundamental part of life, became ecstatic and without any certain drive to do so for some meaningful purpose.  It was a lot like dancing.  For the first time since we were children, we were alive.  Brightly, blissfully, being.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 49943

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 31, 2006	Views: 7,679

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Some friends and I had just moved into an apartment straight outta high school and were reaping the rewards of an independent and free lifestyle. We had dropped acid twice before, but on the third trip of our apartment, it was all about the setting.

A friend brought 10 hits of acid over to the apartment around 5:00 pm and the three of us cut out a few doses to eat. I ate 2 and sat back to let it soak. After we had all finished, we put the rest in the freezer and walked up to the store. Effects first began as we bought our food and walked back to the apartment. There were some odd body sensations coupled with the excitement of the onset of our trip. We got back, took some bong rips and watched the tell-tale tracers begin with the burning ends of smoked cigarettes. We decided to take a walk...

Our apartment is located right near a University campus, giving us plenty to walk to. There is a specific science building that is structurally insane to look at, even completely straight. All the walls are unparallel, with brick side bulging out, seemingly defying all sorts of natural laws. Facing this building is a park of sorts, with large grassy hills, a fountain, winding paths and artwork scattered throughout.

We laid at a 45 degree angle on a grassy hill and stared into the enormity of the white, cloudless sky above us. Almost immediately the colors began to swirl and pattern on the gigantic clear canvas of the sky like a Windows Media Player design. The trees began with their own swirls of color and the city light began to come on with the fading of nightfall. The moon had light halos dancing around it as it became visible. We quickly realized that unless we really focused, we would never leave this place, and so with our combined force, we began walking back. As we did this, we discovered a whole other side of this park with diagonal trails through flowers and the such. It took all the willpower we could muster to turn away and head back.

Upon arrival at the apartment, several other roommates had made their way back from their daily activities, and joined in the trip by eating the rest of the acid. It was by now 10:30 pm and we got comfortable in our living room. Another bong was packed and the marijuana went down smooth as ever. Whenever I smoked any marijuana at all during this trip, it seemed to kick the trip into overdrive. We turned out the lights and set candles under a houseplant on the table. The light from the candles flickered the leaves' shadows across the ceiling, making a show that danced with the music and could be manipulated by someone's movement. But the fun was being able to travel from room to room to explore endless environments for the trip.

I spend a good portion of the evening sitting on a couch in my room and staring at the sharp, stucco textured walls. Small paths of electrical color were shooting between each ridge on the wall and the texture became very pronounced and then receded back, almost like breathing. A pattern that looked very much like a snowflake or frost would wallpaper across my entire vision, on the ground, on the walls, on my arm or anywhere I looked. My hand had gotten a circuit board look to it and upon looking at my face in a mirror, I saw my features would distort and melt around my face. I experienced countless other visuals that I could describe forever, but another good part of the trip were the mentals, the ideas that crossed my mind. I have been reading The Electric KoolAid Acid Tests recently, which is a background of the acid scene of the 60's. That book greatly influenced some of the ideas that shot across my mind faster than I could keep up.

No sleep was to be had this evening so a roommate and I went back to the park. We found a corner with benches that was in sand. We began to trace the patterns that we were seeing into the sand. We covered an entire area with these patterns, then moved onto larger sculptures. We spent about an hour creating a tree figure with a face and branches that ran out in all directions. It felt great to channel some of the creative energy of the acid trip into a physical manifestation of that creativity. The entire thing was about 7 feet long and was worth every second we spent on it. It was approximately 2:30 am when we made it back to the apartment again. The rest of my morning was spent relaxing and watching the fading signs of my trip appearing on walls.

My wonderful experience on this trip was due mainly to the setting of the trip.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44070

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 25, 2006	Views: 5,261

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Piperazines - BZP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:00
		 50 mg
		 oral
		 Piperazines - TFMPP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 4:00
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Piperazines - BZP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 4:00
		 50 mg
		 oral
		 Piperazines - TFMPP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 5:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   68 kg

I had taken Acid twice before this trip, and had taken a whole tab both times. I've been told that this is very good acid mind you, and I found both other times on acid to be too intense for my liking - it really seems to have a strong effect on me. Living in a country where BZP and TFMPP are legal over the counter drugs (which also contain electrolytes and amino acids to help the comedown) means I've tried the BZP and TFMPP combo quite often.

Set and Setting:

Me and a few mates had a great Drum and Bass gig lined up for the night, and I was quite sceptical about going to a D&amp;B gig on Acid, considering my two previous trips. I was in a sound psycological state - I was happy with my life and where I was heading (attending university etc).

8:00pm - Take 100mg BZP + 50mg TFMPP

I feel the effects after about 40 mins, an 'Amped' feeling along with a feeling of inner content, I am happy to sit around, waiting for the gig which was to start at about 12am. I am very talkative, (as I usually am on BZP's). I spend the next 4 hours chilling out while more friends turn up to start drinking/dropping BZP/TFMPP.

12:00am (midnight) - Take 100mg BZP + 50mg TFMPP

This seems to slightly intensify the current feelings, just keeping me on the same level. I feel great. I'm getting excited about going to this gig now, and we start to talk about going down to the venue (a 15 min walk). We talk...then talk...then talk some more.

12:40am

Finally we leave the house and wander off. Nothing particularly interesting is happening to me as we walk along, although I notice the intensity of light more and everything seems much more crisp than usual. We pick up some chewing gum on the way - a necessity for BZP's, as otherwise I grind my teeth to bits.

1:00am

We reach the venue, I feel anxious about doing the acid, but tell myself that it's going to be great. I drop half a tab of acid and enter the gig. The music and BZP combo make not dancing almost impossible. I just had to get up and jump around, great times indeed, the music feels very absorbing.

1:40am

The acid started to kick in now, and I don't feel anxious like I usually do when I feel acid kicking in, which is great. My excitability for the music is huge, I wanted it faster and louder, and thanks to the great DJ, thats just what I get. Need water..

2:30am

Acid seems to be at around peak now. I see little amounts of visual halucionations, but my vision is all over qutie hazy and undefined. Lights are great to look at, and glow sticks/braclets are great to watch, as they leave tracers accross my vision. Drinking lots of water, as cotton mouth is getting quite bad. Music seems to be all around me, and inside me at the same time. I feel at one with the music, and dancing allows me to express this. I have energy out the walls, hypo, yet a perfect feeling of sublimity. I think to myself - this is the best night of my life. Nothing can come close to how good I feel at this moment. I want it to last forever.

6:00am

I begin to become more and more aware of my surroundings, the people dancing beside me and I notice all that is happening on the stage. I see the main act packing up while a new DJ comes to take over, and get a feeling that the nights about to end. My body feels as though I have little control over my dancing although this is most likely due to the fact that I've been dancing for a good solid 4 hours now. The music is no longer as encapsulating as it was, although when I finally leave the dance floor, I'm still boucing round to the music.

6:30am

We leave to go home, I'm still tripping quite hard off the Acid, and I have this awake feeling that could either be from the acid or BZP's. I stop to look at a statue and it does a dance for me - very cool.

7:30am

I go to bed, all my mates are still up on bzp's, they can't get to sleep. I manage to get an hour and a half's sleep, then another 4 hours after that. I feel drained for the remainder of the day, but nothing too bad - alot better than a nights heavy drinking thats for sure.

*******************************************************************

BZP/TFMPP and LSD is definatly one of the best experiences I've had with or without drugs. The BZP seemed to help greatly to relieve the anxiety that I usually experience with Acid. I didn't dwell on thoughts like I usually do with just Acid.

I must say that I had my doubts about combining these drugs, but they seemed to work together to create an almost overwhelming, yet still in control experience.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44985

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 7, 2006	Views: 14,137

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BZP (101), TFMPP (100), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

It was summertime, and a few friends and myself were at a music festival in the appalachian mountains. I had used lsd and mushrooms several times in the past, and enjoyed the experiences. We found a campsite, set up our tents, and proceeded to make a few puchases. I found a ten-strip of what the girl described to be really good hits. I walked back to the campsite, and ingested three of them. I sat back and relaxed, as was my normal pre-trip ritual.

The effects came on much stonger than ever before, the effects were more potent than any other trip in about one hour. I became really anxious and started to fidget with the dried up pine needles on the ground. My one friend asked me if I was feeling alright, I told him I was thirsty. We walked up to the check-in/store, it was really crowded in there. My face began to tingle, and my hands became cold and sweaty. The number of people in there made me nervous, so I was relived to walk out of there with my soda.

We got back, and decided to walk the trails with three other friends. When we started to walk I became much happier, and the visuals were unbeliveable. After what seemed to be and hour or two of intense laughter and distortions we arrived back at the site. I then walked down to this swampy pond to listen to the echos of these bullfrogs calling with another person. I think it is there that I totally lost contact with reallity.

He later told me that I ate another hit down there started to shake a tree, and walked off. The next thing I remember was arriving at these peoples campsite saying hello, and sitting down at the perimeter. I then began to think about how limited I was by my three dimensions of physical movement. Proceeded by trying each and every combination back then forth at different speeds.

After that the strangers there became nothing more than symbols of my emotions. I became fixated on the fire, then stuck my face very close to the burning wood. My emotions then proceeded to pull me away, I then began to try to get past them using every movement I could think. I would get past one then another would stop me. I cant remember how long I tried for, but I eventually ended up in this circular parking lot with many people.

I began to look at the licence plates on the back of the cars, and every single car was from a different state. I wonder how I made the the licence plates appear all diferent, because I know that it was not likely that they were all from different states. I looked up and saw and heard three different scenes, one of a back tire of a dirtbike kicking dirt up, another of firecrackers poping, and the third of different groups of people walking around.

This excitment made me very paranoid, and then began to distrust every single peson in the area. They were there for me, and I had to keep them away. I kept them away with a geometrical game of equations, which makes no sense to me now but did at that moment. I made a mistake and they all began to close in very fast. I became very afraid more afraid than I can remember being since I was a child. I blacked out, and ended up on some trail flat on my stomach.

I was diging into the ground with my bare hands, the smell of the moist black dirt was beautiful. Someone picked me up, and put me on thier shoulder. I couldn't speak so I just kicked, I feel bad now cause I did hit someone. They dropped me and I belived for some reason that I was 'doomed', I reached in my pocket without thought. I pulled out my keys and slid them across my throat. Luckily they didn't even scratch.

I thought about what I just did, and was able to gather my thoughts. I then realized that it was pitch dark out, and I needed to get back to my campsite which I had no idea how to get to. I walked up to these guys camping, and asked one if he could show me back to the store he did, which wasn't too far. I found a couple friends standing near my car, whom I was very glad to see. They told me I had been gone for eight hours, and they had been looking for a bit.

I was still off for an hour or two, which I spent listening to music in my tent.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 10450

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 26, 2007	Views: 5,913

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), General (1), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 Various

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I have to get this off my chest.

After reading these beautiful reports about the profound effect of various hallucinogens, I realized it was time to take one step up from my usual Cannabis habit.

I won't go into much detail, but for the past 7 months I have been using various substances such as shrooms, opium, LSD, LSA (extract using morning glory seeds), and my good friend Cannabis.  I have also been practicing Buddhism for 2.5 years, although the drugs obviously contradict one of the precepts.

After all this experimenting and controlling and meditating in both sober and just plain tripping out states, I have come to the conclusion that I had been sure of before I started.

Mind-altering drugs offer no religious or spiritual value.

I am not saying drugs are bad in anyway, in fact they are nice.  But the truth is, a beautiful experience is not the same as enlightenment.

Enlightenment is getting as close to reality as possible.  It is rolling in the proverbial dirt and knowing everything.  Drugs do not bring me this.  They throw my mind into outer space and then allow me to believe I have achieved peace and understanding.

Yet this feeling didn't stay with me throughout life. When I see the homeless man, get up for work, or make yourself a grilled cheese.  It leaves a bitter aftertaste in the roof of my mouth the morning after.  Then I believe that if I keep taking dose X I will experience it and it will transcend drugs and become one with everyday life.  But it never does. Drugs create a more complex ego when spirituality is involved.  It creates a deeper state of duality in my mind.

Am I wrong? I know I sound anti-drugs but I am not.  I just hope people will explore themselves in a 'clean manner' and then choose the other path.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 16471

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 14, 2007	Views: 18,112

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Mushrooms (39), Cannabis (1), Morning Glory (38), LSD (2), Opium (63), Meditation (128) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

Me and four friends obtained 1 sheet of freshly-dipped white blotter acid on the night of the *Fucking Train Wreck from Hell.* As we dosed the acid, a mood of anticipation had set in, not unlike the feeling you get the first time you take acid. We were out to do something fresh- take four hits for the first time. There were five of us that fateful night, and five of us were well experienced psychonauts. Little did we know that only four of us would completely return.

We got back to my friend Charles' grandmother's house and began to set his room to our likings. The walls were covered in blacklight posters, the ceilings had mirrors all over the den portion, and Pink Floyd had been selected for the aural journey. The party began at 8:30 PM.

T+30, 9:00. The acid began to come on slowly, and a slight, queasy stomach fever began to run its course. I'm quite sure everyone else was feeling the same effects, judging from the edgy looks on their faces. The hyper feeling began to set in. My limbs became tight, and I felt as if I had a few pulled muscles in my legs.

T+1:00, 9:30. Oh, we were tripping indeed. Me and three of my other unnamed friends were seeing patterns like we had never seen before. The walls were breathing, and the blacklight posters seemed portals to another dimension. We began to joke around nonsensically, all the while paying little attention to our quiet host who had become catatonic.

T+1:30, 10:00. Charles had lost it early on in the long night, and we began to take notice. He had sunken deeply into the couch, looking sharply from left to right as he mumbled 'Did you see that?,' and 'I don't know, man' to the walls. He didn't respond to any outside stimulus. We called to him, telling him 'It's gonna be O.K.,' and 'Just hang in there, we're here with you.' Nothing worked. The night looked like it was going to get much longer at this point, and Charles wasn't helping us out.

T+2:00, 10:30. Our host was lying in front of the TV, mumbling to himself, when we noticed that his eyes were rolled back in his head. We shook and tryed to rouse him, but he just responded by mumbling 'I feel wweeeiiirrrddd.' We decided we would ignore him, lest we end up in his shoes. Suddenly, one of our female companions looked down at his torso and shouted 'Dude, he's jacking off!!' At this point, things began to get chaotic. Charlie's little torso was wiggling like a worm in heat as he shouted 'I feel weeiirrddd!!!' with his hands down his pants. I put my hands over his mouth and he proceeded to lick my palms furiously. I withdrew, and said 'Maybe if we let him finish he'll calm down.' Mistake #1: Don't let a guy sit in the same room with you while he jacks off to Pink Floyd. We were tripping nuts by this time (good acid). He continued to play with himself while we agonized over the next course of action. Before we knew it, he had finished and looked like he might stay relatively calm for a little while. Not a chance.

T+2:30-5:00 11:00-1:30. Charles began to shout 'I feel weeiirrdd!' at the top of his lungs and started to masturbate again. We decided it was closet time for Charlie (there were women, we feared for their safety). Me and my other friend proceeded to pick Charles up and put him in the closet for a little 'quiet time.' After that, we were to head outside to regroup our thoughts and decide our next course(s) of action. Needless to say, quiet time didn't apply to Charles. He rambled and grunted homosexual slurs under his breath as we heave-hoed his ass into the closet. We locked the door and ignored his muffled wails as we grabbed the 3-foot bong and headed outside. As we sat outside without our shoes, we decided it was definitely time to go. The acid was in full effect, and much more of this mental-house madness would send us into a *really* bad trip. We called a friend to come and get us. As we walked in the house, we knew Charles's luck had gone from Frank Botha to Mike Tyson (bad to bad ass).

He had broken the door of the closet and was standing in the middle of the room without his pants. We told the girls to leave, we knew it was going to get 'messy'. They ran outside crying, and we pulled ourselves together to dive head-first into the jizzum jungle. We made it to the other side of the room and grabbed all of the shoes we could get our hands on. Charles was speaking softly now, saying 'The cat left the hamburber by the pail of garbage so he could lose the moon.' He was spinning around in circles playing with himself.

About this time, my friend Brent barged through the door of the room with keys-a-jinglin'. Charlie reached out and grabbed Brent's arm. Brent swung around, and ripping his wrist free of Charlie's grip said, and I quote, 'Charlie, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but if you don't get your goddamn hands off of me right now, I'm gonna knock you the fuck out!!' Miraculously, Charles understood our piping-hot friend and let go. As we rushed out of the room, I slipped on spum and sprained my damned ankle. We were on our way home, and Charles was on his way to more trouble.

T+5:00-Aftermath. After we came down around 6:00AM, we decided to head home. As I limped through the door, the shit hit the fan. My mom and my dad were perched in an armchair in the den. They asked me where I had been. I told the truth. They asked me if I had been using LSD. I lied. Dad finished the trip report for me.

It turns out Charles had made his way upstairs to his grandmother's room, and woke her up as he stood completely naked in front of her bed masturbating. In a panic, she called her daughter to the scene. His mother found the acid, the buds, and my other shoe (I didn't realize it was missing until after I made it home). Recognizing the shoe, she called my dad to the house. He showed up to see Charlie lying naked in the den of his grandmother's house jacking off and talking about 'the birds and beezles' while his entire family watched. I was in deep shit, to say the least.

Charles has never completely recovered. He had an intense religious conversion that lasted for nearly a year, and he still seems a little off-base. The flashbacks eventually subsided, but the social damage caused by that night has just begun to be repaired.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 13155

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 13, 2007	Views: 118,710

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