		 DOSE:
 T+ 1:09
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

	It was around 1am and four of us were sat around the kitchen table. The room was dimly lit, the mood subdued; we were tired from the night that'd stretched out before us. I took the small squares from the bag they'd been in for days. Looking around, nervous glances. Two of the group were first timers, and the rest of us not what you'd call experienced. I pulled apart the card, almost imagining a tingle as my skin came in contact with the doused material.

	We placed one each on the centre of our tongues as instructed. I definitely felt the tingle now, that almost familiar taste; the sensation of the drug pulsing around my body – the nerves, and the excitement. The tab sat there for a few minutes before I swallowed it down with a drink. It was all now just a matter of time. It must've been half an hour later when I felt the tension in my stomach. We were in the bedroom now, getting warm, chatting and listening to music. Passing the time. I could feel a nausea creeping over me, and a growing tension as my weight seemed to shift from it's normal point of sensation, my heartbeat starting to race and it's pulse move around my body. I was pacing around, then sitting or lying, trying to get comfortable. Maybe the others felt it too.

	I felt my stomach turn uneasily, and excused myself. In the bathroom, I reached the toilet just in time before I gagged. After spitting and some deep breaths I felt a lot better, and almost instantly saw flickers of future visions in the corner of my eyes, just on the periphery of my field of view. The bathroom tiles, the frosted glass. It was like perceiving the textures and colours for the first time. I felt good. Back in the bedroom I lay down, enjoying the music. My heartbeat seemed to fall into the groove, the bass drum on the third beat of each bar. A reggae beat. I lay on the floor now, next to the heater. I stretched my muscles, scanning the room with my eyes as I felt my body succumbing to the first effects of the drug.

	Rushes tingled around my body, feeling light then heavy, back to light. I felt restless. I felt alive. My mind started to race how it does with a head full of acid. An unquenchable stream of consciousness, that would be with me for the next twelve or so hours. I stood up now, and started to sway with the music. The movement felt good, the mood at this point was giggly as we each privately came to terms with the weight of the situation. The music was loud but I needed more, I needed bass. I could feel the music, I could almost see it - the synaesthetic nature of the trip was becoming apparent. This posed little problem in a house with such comprehensive sound equipment; the main challenge in connecting a bigger speaker being remembering the task in hand, and finding the appropriate leads – my state of mind was becoming increasingly different from that of sobriety.

	Now the music was loud and the bass was deep – whilst others drew pictures or simply attempted to perceive their environment I focused my energies elsewhere and stood close to the speaker. I could feel the floor vibrating. Some well picked records brought out of me an explosion of euphoria and I started to dance, slowly at first and then wildly and free. Loud hip-hop beats, then jazz and deep electronica. I conducted an invisible orchestra, and flailed almost recklessly. I was back. Some more mild discomfort in my stomach led me once again to the bathroom. The bright light reflecting on the tiles started to induce some of the more complex hallucinations in contrast with the dimly lit bedroom – swirling shapes in tessellation, a spectrum of colour previously thought impossible. I was back. It felt refreshing and exciting, just what was needed after some of the more testing months of my life. In the hallway different lighting, and new surroundings also caused my imagination to run wild. This house, almost museum like it's décor was surreal and strange – it's vibe however overwhelmingly positive. Relics everywhere of it's everyday existence as a family home.

	Back to the bedroom. I was no longer the only one on my feet. The music now was screeching, impossibly loud and every note, lyric or beat an affirmation of all of our lives. Again I moved, sometimes perching on top of the speaker and surveying the room from a greater hight. This was my platform for large portions of the evening. The vibrations under my feet were empowering almost, I felt on top of the beat. Increased restlessness and curiosity seemed to overwhelm the general consensus of opinion and so we left the room – the music still blaring and filling the empty house with a constant energy.

	Now we explored. With childlike inquisitiveness, we looked in every room, picking up books and ornaments. Our eyes darting around, imaginations running wild. We laughed and chatted, drawings similarities between our experiences and pooling information. The time dilation was evident, how long had we been upstairs? Being in the pub that evening felt like a week ago. Our normal lives felt like another lifetime. In reality I think we'd dosed around 2 hours previously. One of us wasn't feeling much, and described not even the symptoms we'd felt at first. Was the tab a blank? She dosed again and soon seemed to catch up. After sometime the four of us settled in the front room, with an acoustic guitar and the warmth of the fire. The music echoed from upstairs, my twisted perceptions adding it's own effects and modulations to the sound. We spoke, sometimes bursting into hysterical laughter as our minds no doubt functioned at different levels of understanding.

	But hey, perception is reality. I waved my hand in front of my eyes, textbook acid trails formed behind it like writing with a sparkler as a child. I carried on making new shapes and patterns, focussing on different things in the room and letting the visuals take control. I thought about the link between perception and reality, action and belief. Motives and thought. The power of the human mind. Anything I saw above the furniture and colours that existed in that room was of my own creation – and it was beautiful. Patterns more complex that those created by any graphic artist, and colours more real and vivid that any photograph. Movement, dancing in time with the distorted music that seemed to come from beneath us, from within us almost. My mind raced far beyond the it's assumed potential. We were all getting inside the mind of God.

	God is consciousness. The beats emanating from upstairs took on a tribal like quality, and my visuals made references to ancient imagery – Aztec? African, I wasn't sure – probably the remnants of some television documentary or website lodged deep in the subconscious. The power of the human mind.

	Days passed, lifetimes. Ideas expired and were reinvented. Come up, comedown, sunrise, sunset. Cycles. In 'reality' I think it was around 5am. More exploration of the house followed, each room had a new energy and kindled new conversation and activity. People found instruments, sustained piano notes fascinating our sensory perception far beyond only the sonic field. Synaesthesia. Bliss. Again upstairs I danced to music of every genre, busy jazz arrangements or deep pounding house. Each song I embodied, the movement and feeling they induced, no doubt what the artist intended. A gap in the curtains gave me a glance of outside, and the garden to the rear of the house. Outside. I'd forgot it existed.

	Outside was beautifully unreal. The sky, deep shades of blue and purple as the first birds could be heard singing – the sounds echoing through our very beings. After an equally animated exploration of the garden we lay on the grass, and the experience shifted to that of a collective. Guitar in hand I started to strum a folk song, and we sang – delicate and vulnerable staring into the branches overhead. Ecstasy swept my body, as if this was the climax of my life's existence. My mind raced to other moments of intensity. I thought about drugs, and about music. I thought about sex, pure and beautiful. We sang 'First day of our Lives', the sentiment so relative. The words took on meanings that I'd never before appreciated. Another stroll around the garden induced jaw-dropping visuals, trees became hands intertwined and the grass and sky a stunning canvas displaying splashes of colour as if from the hand of a tortured, ingenious artist. Some things remain impossible to accurately express in words. For better of worse, maybe the entire night falls into that category.

	More hours spent inside and out, more distorted perceptions and ideas too big for the head of children. The sun came up and revealed the beauty of the garden in a different light. Even the derelict shed, in an aura of it's own perfection. The earth had turned, the sun had stayed still. We get happy, sad, we are born and we die but the facticity of our existence remains the same.  Perception is everything. These ideas later spawned an interesting conversation outside, probably echoing a conversation had by millions of first time LSD users. “Don't you think if everyone in the army did this, they'd just quit?” asked one such user. “You can't cure the world's problems with a drug, this is just a gateway” I said. “Don't you think the kind of guy who joins the army needs a gateway?” Good point. It was strange, we never discussed why they'd 'just quit'. It almost went without saying. Once you've seen objects alive purely with the energy of their own existence I guess it puts the idea of going to war for money, or power in a new perspective. Kids leave home and sign up, what to find themselves? Well you don't have to go to war and kill a stranger to find yourself. What about world leaders and CEOs? It reminded me of a Streets lyrics – 'They could settle wars with this if only they will. Imagine the worlds leaders on pills, then imagine the mornin after wars causing disaster”. Good point. Like I said, it's just a gateway to the truth. A door in the wall of perception.

	More hours passed and it became harder to find such moments of clarity – we'd been awake for a long time. Around 7am I resumed my position on top of the speaker for another dance, and I'd scream along to songs that brought back some part of my past. More euphoria. It felt like enlightenment was just around the corner. Who knows, maybe it was.

    It's strange returning to our reality after a night like that. It is good enough to learn these lessons, but then just apply them to the life we've already built for ourselves – as if we got it right, rather than making some fundamental change? A Bright Eyes lyric comes to mind – 'the picture's way to big to look at kid, your eyes won't open wide enough'. But what if we can all see a section, communicate and share ideas to make up the big picture. 'You're just a piece of the puzzle, so I think you'd better find your place. And don't go blaming your knowledge on some fruit you ate'. Good point.

    No wonder acid is illegal. Once we crack the bigger picture, there becomes no need for war, for money or for industry. That's why we're kept separate and alone. That's why we're taught, from day one to separate action and belief. Think what you want, as long as you conform. That's the message. From education, from advertising, from media, from government. That's why our best minds are wasted on industry. So they can get As, and get paid to be the biggest hypocrites.

Silence is approval.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 77641

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 16, 2012	Views: 5,726

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

1/10/10

Second acid trip, first effective

Substance: LSD-25

Dosage: Two hits, high potency

When: 1/9/10

1st tab 1:30 pm

2nd tab 2:30 pm

Where: California

Why: Self exploration and recreation

Background info: I am 16 years old, and I had gone to visit my friends in LA, I had gone up before this and tried some acid but it barely worked and I heard later from the guys that dropped it that it was DOI. So returning the second time I was offered a second chance to get some lsd. I gave him the money, we drove a couple miles and then he returned with 8 hits of what was reportedly high quality blotter. He quickly transferred it to tinfoil, I screamed like a little girl and we drove off. I brought it back home with me; the intention being me, my two friends at home and my friend from LA could all trip off of two hits some time. Well my friend from LA didn’t end up coming with us. We scoped out this huge park in the center of town the day before, at night. We ended up talking to some crazy kids waiting for their ecstasy dealer and we blazed them out. We returned the next day with subway sandwiches and high hopes.

Trip: We dosed the first hit around 1:25, left the three other hits in the car and set off walking. We walked a lap around the entire park with the hits still on our tongues, made it back to the car about 30 minutes later and swallowed the tabs. Sitting in the car under the shade structure, I began to notice colors intensifying, but nothing very strong yet. My friends remarked that they indeed felt odd. Being under the shade structure began to feel like I had somehow shrunken down and was in a toy car under the floorboards of a room. I was not hallucinating yet or even near full effects but I knew the acid was working. We went for another walk and felt the effects intensify, colors seemed amazing and I felt euphoric. Gazing around at all the wonderful, beautiful people and children playing and laughing I felt a sense of connectedness to them on a base human level. After an hour or so we returned to the car, still not fully tripping, and since we did not feel any increasing effects, we dosed the second tab at about 2:30 and began walking towards the street fair half a mile away.

On the way there we walked through the college, this is when the acid really took hold. We all started giggling and laughing out loud as we walked through the hallways which bent and breathed and contained within them swirling colors. We first looked at the out printed words on a wall proclaiming “Science”, me and my friend both started at it as we walked past and it changed colors and began to spring off of the wall, we both seemed to see this and busted out laughing. It was going really great and I was tripping just as much as I wanted to be because I was in a very public place. We took a break on a bench and tried to relieve some of the come up anxiety, which was not helped when I suddenly realized that I was playing with a little bit of paper in my mouth. “Oh shit” I said, “we just took another hit, and your face is already scintillating around and changing colors.” And older man walked by us lounging on the bench and remarked “You guys look ambitious!” we all laughed. We decided to continue on to the street fair but when we arrived I was tripping even harder and we could not tell if they were setting up or shutting down.

My friend decided that they were shutting down as he exclaimed “They are putting things into boxes, not taking them out!” joyous with his discovery. We left the street fair and began walking back through the college. We all began getting calls on our phones, me from my mom and sister and my friend from his father asking why no one was answering and to please call. I look down at my phone and the keys are swirling around in amazing, galaxy like spirals. Somehow I answered my mom, said a few words, then my sister called, and both calls failed. I was a little confused to say the least, but we ended up handling everything perfectly and received almost no more interruptions.

The trip progressed quickly in the next hour. We walked back through the park, a park filled with families and small children all playing and biking and running around. I felt their life energy coursing through me and felt a low drone of cosmic power permeating every atom around me.

The visuals were becoming very intense, I could no longer discern people in the distance from the grass around them and their pixels flew together and swirled around. We completely lost ourselves, but amazingly ended up on a bench in a secluded tree circle on the edge of the park, just close enough to be with the hordes of life forms, but not close enough to interact with them. We must have sat there for at least an hour or more, tripping way beyond my capacity to handle anything but sitting and mumbling the beginnings of my thoughts. “Why don’t we walk to the other bench” became “why doo, why dooo, why…”. I was sensing the essence of reality and life in that reality. I felt the insane complexity of DNA and could feel the overwhelming universal drive to promote information, the formation of information, I saw that through life is just a distilled version of the underlying force of energy that permeates everything in the universe and drives entropy forwards and backwards, that the piecing together of vast, complex and beautiful information was the opposite of chaos. I felt all of this moving together through time, I felt the grass swirling out of the dirt, and changing as it too moves through time with me and the reality around me.

After the trip had eased off somewhat we attempted to walk to the car to get our sandwiches. We made it after a very long time of wandering through the park and weaving in and out of children who I felt were perhaps in a similar state of mind as I. Eating the sandwich proved to be ridiculous; I could feel the taste in my mouth and was sensing the molecular makeup of the food. It was overwhelming and also very messy so I ended up only eating a few big bites. We spent the rest of the day and long into the night there and walking around the surrounding city, saw the kids that we smoked out the day before around 6:30, apparently they had gotten their drugs and had just taken them. They asked us if we “saw anything”, “oh indeed” I replied as his face multiplied and swayed within itself. Later I returned home where my parents were discussing set and setting of hallucinogenic drugs and how they would never understand taking a high dosage of mushrooms or acid in public places. What a coincidence! I spent the rest of the night with them making delicious breads and cheeses and eating fruit and chocolate, and reviewing my research paper request for a study on the efficacy of intravenous tPA.

I then sat with my mom as she recounted some of the lessons she has learned from her experiences in the last couple of years, she told me and read me many of the things I had realized that day but in words written far better than my own. She told me that “There is no control, you can’t control anything, but you can create, you can create everything.” I hugged her goodnight at 2:30 am and took a shower and went to bed after a long time.

Reflections: Amazing. I tapped into the underlying forces of reality, my own perceived reality. I meshed with a greater power. I felt the drone of life, living or not. I understood that my actions did not matter, that I was the same as all of these humans around me, as all the life around me, as everything I perceive, I was the same. I was a piece of the larger continuum of meaningful meaninglessness.

To quote my mother: “Its finding God…. only through this will you end your suffering. Truth lives in you. There is only truth. And you aren’t sure there is a god, you want god to exist, you may think or believe there is no god, but there is. How do you find god? First, you have to vanquish all images and forms that you were raised with, taught, blanketed in old notions from people and institutions that had an agenda. God is formless, god is not a belief, or made in a gender or form. When you redefine and begin to reconceive god, begin by trying to use other words and images, as you do you come closer to finding god. When finding god becomes an action, similar to finding and redefining love, use this action to explore opening pathways and conduits to your inner being. Because god is never separate from you to begin with. God is not someone you meet when you die. Heaven is not a place reserved for the departed. God is the Creator. And what are we humans filled and overflowing with? Creativity! 'This is god, the creator. And whenever you see, feel, hear, taste, or experience anything with the senses, something that is monumental, stunning, grand, unique, clever, artful, playful, phenomenal, head-scratching, mysterious, beautiful, or profound, that is god working within you,

'Either as the human creator of something or as an appreciator of it. God is Creation. The creator lives within all of us. We have god in us. And when we create anything, a child, a project, a home, a service, we are allowing our god energy to flow unimpeded. When we are open, truthful, grateful, and aware, we begin to know this truth. This is the truth. Not my truth, the truth. And I know it because god told me… not my god, the god, the one, the one that exists in each and every one of us, whether we acknowledge the presence or not. You will begin to find and know god when you begin a dialogue with god. I spoke to my creator tonight, and she told me to keep my channels open, that whenever doubt crept into my thoughts, that these were only words not truths, these were just other thoughts, clouding vision… mental, emotional, past baggage that is associated with fear and doubt. Dispel them as soon as they come. Don’t allow them to stay, swirl them around inside and flush them out with the breath. Exhale. Unclog the toilet. My essence remains unaffected. Who I am unaltered by words, beliefs, or other’s beliefs or opinions, But, HEED THE DOUBT, because that is a powerful signal to remove that obstacle from the path, to sweep it aside, to keep channels open and flowing like the river that I am, like the god energy that is flowing through me at all times, Breaking the dams as they form … that is the passion I am feeling, it’s the creator’s energy, the active love, and the act of love, the action of god’s movement within every cell of me.”

–Dr. D, 2008

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 83253

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Feb 26, 2012	Views: 8,441

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LSD (2) : Families (41), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1/2 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:30
		 1/4 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   73 kg

My first acid trip - by Curunir

Substance: LSD.

Initial dose: ~80 ug, ingested orally (half of a seal containing 160 ug) at about 2 pm

Follow up dose: ~ 40 ug ingested orally (one quarter of a seal) at about T+1:30

Date: unknown, probably somewhere late spring/early summer

I took my very first dose of acid, about 80 ug’s on the way to the station. Down the proverbial rabbithole that little blotter went. Our plan was to cross the river and head to a pasture on the edge of the water just across. A quiet place and with a natural feel to it, though it's very close to the city (which is on the riverside opposed to where we sat). I recall experiencing quite a bit of pre-trip anxiety, particulary once we were at the station buying something to eat and some fruit drinks for later. Inside the shop I felt a bit tense and had the sensation that everyone there was looking at me strangely. So I went outside and tried to relax for a bit. This must have been about T+30 mins.

Eventually we went outside and to the field across the river. On the bridge I began to notice the water had a deep hue and looked very alive. When we were down lating on the grass looking at the river this sensation increased. I felt quite happy to be there, and at one point I lay in the grass stretched out, listening to some psybient music on my ipod and looking at the cool trippy image on my weedbox. Somehow it looked more weird than it usually does when I'm sober ;).

So after a while I thought 'hey this acid is great'. Since my tripbuddy took some more, I decided to join him even though this was my first trip. I had about half a seal, which must have been about 40 mics more. In retrospect I slightly regret this. My eventual dose was about 120-30 ug, a bit much for a first trip especially considering the circumstances I was in later on. Though it was by no means a bad trip, things did get a bit uncomfortable now and then due to my inexperience combined with the strong dose.

At some point I wanted to head back to the city and check out this new acidified world I was in. Once across the bridge we headed into town, walking parallel to the river.

We passed these beautiful old houses, and looking at their fences I noticed they really weren't so strong and durable as I thought. They were actually melting as it were, very flexible and I just had to touch them. Suddenly I felt I understood the feeling Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters must have had when they dropped their seals. Acid makes you feel like a wizard of sorts, capable of bending matter and realizing the whole fabric of existence isn't so strong.. the durability and permanence of outside objects ain't so sure.. everything might just collapse any minute, but in a good way: why get hung up on anything. Much later this led me to realize how psychedelics may have played a vital part in spawning the whole counterculture movement of the 60s and 70s: if nothing is really as durable and fixed as it seems, why not try to reform society to be more in tune with your own ideals and beliefs?

Even more than fighting against the repressive society of the 50s, with its strict codes and morals, one could simply reshape them or create new codes.

At some point we turned left and went through these narrow medieval city streets until we came to an open door. We saw some artsy paintings outside and smelled some paint, so we boldly went inside. I felt like I was in a cave, with a dark and crooked ceiling, in which all sorts of wonders are hidden. We saw a man working on some paintings and art objects, mostly colourful surrealistic stuff. Quite nice. We talked for a while and I tried quite hard to 'look normal', which was less of a challenge for my tripbuddy D. Who is very experienced on acid. I thought it went quite well (it probably didn’t actually :p)  so this became our running gag during the trip: we had to pass these acid checks by talking to sober people and try not to appear weird or tripping on acid. As the peak of the experience had yet to come, this became increasingly diffcult ;).

So then we walked on by the cathedral a few blocks further and I noticed the ground was going up and down as I walked.. it looked like I was walking over very tiny hills, which were flowing back and forth. In fact all straight lines appeared more crooked and bending. The edges of houses would change from straight to concave and convex shapes, switching back and forth. When I smoked cigarettes later I noticed these were also very much bended, almost completely in a 90 degree angle. Hilarity ensued (limp dick fag etc. :p).

But this bending combined with colours taking on an increased intensity are really the only visual effects the trip had for me. My other senses were thoroughly fucked though, sort of like they had been strewn about in a big jar and replaced randomly. I was only able to think in a more or less linear/logical fashion with great difficulty. My thoughts felt like they were being produced somewhere in the sky in front of me. When eating something I felt the taste not in my mouth but in my hands or (again) in the sky. My body sense was distorted too, nothing felt like it was in its proper place.

Their literally was no point of reference, by which i mean sensory input, thoughts and feelings were all flowing through one another and mingling together. My tripbuddy summed this up perfectly by saying: uppers make you go up, downers make you go down, but acid makes you go upside down.

Now I have to admit this was a bit scary because normally when on other substances there's still some rational voice in my brain to which I can turn. I probably won't if I'm having a good time, but if things go awry I’m able of regaining some control of the situation if I need to. With acid, it was like the very possibility of rational thinking was taken away, or at least distorted in some weird way. But I came to accept the lack of a point of reference as a lesson of sorts: maybe we don’t really need such a point in most situations. Just accepting uncertainty and the 'bendedness' or crookedness of the world as a fact we can live with.

But I digress: we went to look in a church and talked to a lady there, all the while appearing very normal and respectable of course ;) and eventually walked to a squatted place I know. This woman outside was preparing to make a little garden, planting some seeds and making a fence. I just had to stop and touch the earth, and ramble something about how unreal the earth was. The physical sensation of going through the dirt with me hands was odd, though I don’t recall why. We talked for a bit and eventually I told her I was on acid. 'Ah of course, I thought something was the matter'.

We talked to lots of people afterwards. Most of them were really in a different mind zone. The whole situation had this ‘concrete jungle’ tinge which made me feel out of place. We did make fun of this, ‘exploiting the concrete’ (like going up and down some escalators for about 15 minutes). But once back on the main town square my hearing began to disturb me: it wasn't just distorted (as were all my senses) but also sharpened. I heard a buzzing sound, and walking towards its source I realized I was aware of it at about 15 mtrs from where I should have been able to. People talking would come on very strongly which was quite uncomfortable. Later, when we sat on a bench in front of an ice cream parlour filled with people I felt quite tense. When I decided to get some ice cream inside I was really overwhelmed by all the people, their feelings and their talk inside. It was extremely hard to focus and do what I came there to do. A very uncomfortable sensation.

Eventually I thought 'well what the hell, either I freak out and run outside, or I'll just push through, get my ice cream and pass the test'. Which I did. I was somewhat proud of having passed this last acid check, the most difficult of all.. though it might have been better to just go somewhere else. Once outside I ate the ice cream which tasted very strange, creamy and buttery of sorts but with little other taste. Also, the taste was located some 20 cm's in front of me, instead of in my mouth where it belongs :p.

After sitting on the terrace for a while we proceeded to walk on the central square, when the weather started to change. It went from beautiful and sunny to darker and a bit dreary. Rain started to fall and all the bars and cafes were closing up. This had a big effect on my mood which became quite dreary as well.  We walked through the park on the way home and by this time I was in a grim mood. And discussing the meaning of life only increased this effect. But fortunately we met some friends who usually hung out in the park smoking their weed and drinking their beer. Though they were also in a very different state of mind (as were most people we met during the day) I did enjoy their ‘gruff companionship’ (for lack of a better word). And upon sitting down and quickly downing half a litre of beer (uh-oh) my mood started to improve. So when I went away from the park and back home to get some dinner I was in better spirits.

After dinner the trip had mostly worn of, though there was some afterglow and I was in a philosophical/introspective state of mind (even more so than usual).

Had a little talk with my mom, a mate came by and we watched a nice movie. I was very tired in an emotional/psychological sense, but not quite ready to sleep yet, so I lay awake for some time.. sensing some strange patterns in the dark and not feeling sleepy. Eventually I did doze off and felt quite rejuvenated once I awoke.

So, in retrospect: a good trip, but I could’ve made it easier on myself. The contentment was there occasionally, but the sense of euphoria was only there the first hour or two and I had some mixed feelings afterwards.

My recommendations (to myself):

- go a bit more easy on the dose next time

- stay in a more rural/natural area

- don't plan any new activities afterwards

- recognize lsd is active for a very long time

All in all, I do consider this to have been a rewarding ‘first contact’. Acid certainly merits more exploration.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 81680

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Feb 27, 2012	Views: 7,651

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


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 ??

		 Cannabis - Hash
		 (tar / resin)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I've taken a goodly number of doses in the past year or so. The trips have all been very positive, yielding personal insights and smooth integration. The two trips to date in this past year where the visions stood out the most were combinations involving LSD and other substances such as Mescaline and on a different occasion LSD and a dissociative.

This most recent trip was a deep one. It was also a combination - this time doses plus tremendous smoked amounts of hash oil taken throughout the duration of the trip. I believe this fact significantly contributed to both the short duration (due to sleep) and the enhanced visuals/fantasy aspect of the journey at the peak. This one really was a trip.

It came on fast and smooth - the transition to seeing the other world, to fully flipping the trip-switch was seamless and physically comfortable. No nausea, anxiety, shaking or vasoconstriction. As it came on the pains in my lower back, neck and shoulders faded away to nothing. Throughout the remainder of the weekend I had very little body pain.

The setting for the heart/peak of this trip was an outragously good performance of Balkan Beat Box at Earthdance 2011. I took some strong white on white LSD - a small (1/4 inch square or less) hit and a second, even smaller one, maybe about 1/2 the size of the first. My estimate/goal for this trip was 150 micrograms. I was pleasantly surprised to find it hit me more like 250. [Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]

The visuals were distinctly tryptamine in nature - CEV's were very geometrically complex, gorgeous egg or ornament formations of this fantastic geometry, ever changing. OEV's made the world look hyperspace polished. The stage and light show looked gorgeous (superior lighting), the music was intensely good and synaesthetic. After the music, everyone looked sharp edged, well defined and connected, the crescent moon looked super sharp, super silver-white and detailed with craters visible as if I was using a pair of binoculars. The gigantic Burning Man metallic sculpture display that was a kind of stylized cross between Ancient Egyption symbology and the cadeusus symbol no longer looked silver and bronze in color, but rather like it was made out of polished, opalescent mother of pearl.

I was watching the Balkan Beat Box performance, having a great time, getting big visual effects when I realized that the entities were here. They had been haunting my peripheral vision for awhile now. I chuckled that I seemed to have brought them with me without even touching DMT.

Effects were coming on hard and strong in a fairly smooth and continuous comeup with a bit of wave like effects due to hash oil consumption. The peak seemed to be approaching and I was happy to be seated. I was away from the larger groups up at the top of the bleachers, leaning against the barrier fence with my eyes mostly closed at this point.

When I dose myself good and hard there are a number of signs and symptoms, including what I would call a change in the way I think. Sometimes this change truly is psychotomimetic for me. Always temporary though, and part of what makes a good trip really good. Feeds my need for novelty. It's not easy to change the way you think when the decades start to stack up.

I leaned against that fence, the entities on my shoulders and all around and closed my eyes, trying to breath adominally and meditate a bit.

I was suddenly surprised to find myself in a completely different place! Sort of. I could still perceive the concert, but I was no longer at it. I was elsewhere and elsewhen. Let me attempt to explain.

I initially became aware of a strong sense of movement - of being gradually rolled forward in a seated position. Next up came a series of very strong tactile hallucinations that equated to a LOT of stuff (wires, tubes, circuits) stuck into my head. This was not a nice little helmet device - these things had penetrated my very skull and brain. It was not uncomfortable, but I could deeply and distinctly feel it.

Something was going on. I was old. REALLY old. A wrinkled, faded, weightless, hunched, toothless old crone who had lost the singular love of her life (her husband) long long ago. Yet I was ECSTATIC. My joy was OVERWHELMING and COMPLETE. It was mental and physical (thus no problems with the stuff in my head). I could still perceive the concert, but now my sense was that it was not real and I was not really there. In fact I was at the very, very end of my life and this was a memory or review. A memory of a very joyous psychedelic experience and concert back in the day when I was still middle aged, able bodied and enjoyed the love of a living spouse.

I was in a wheelchair with heavy duty computer equipment directly jacked into the meat of my brain, being rolled towards THE END. And I had never been happier in my life. The pain and loneliness and degradation were over. I looked around. I was in a very futuristic looking, 'sci-fi' environment. I wish I could be more specific other than to say I saw no humans (including whoever or whatever made the chair move) in this 'breakthrough' (for lack of a better word) realm. The hallway was very, very white and well lit and there were colorful bits of non-identifiable technology everywhere. The vibe was welcoming, comforting, joyous . . . coming home again after so very very long. I almost had the vague sense that gravity wasn't right . . . that maybe I wasn't even on planet Earth.

I was moving towards a door at the end of the hallway/tunnel. It was the end. When I got into that room, I would die, but all of my entire life's memories would be accurately uploaded to some sort of computer matrix and I would re-join my long-dead husband. I didn't even care if this was just a copy and my consciousness was destroyed - some part of me, an echo would re-join the same of my soulmate. This made me joyous. More than satisfied. Very ready.

I realized I had been moving through the hall for awhile, even though I had only recently become aware of it via this trip. The upload process was already beginning and I was to the point of reviewing the LSD/hash oil trip during the Earthdance festival and the memories were outstanding.

This was a very amazing and unusual experience for me. There was always a kernal left that realized this was not what was going on. I never TRULY believed it. It was not delusion. I define it as a delightful sci-fi fantasy, and having this knowledge on board as the entire thing revealed itself to me made this one of the most entertaining and delightful trips of my life. I had a dooky-eating grin on my face and I could not quit chuckling at this strange, sci-fi and extremely unusual series of events in this trip.

Eventually, this let up and I plugged back into the here and now so to speak. I was left astonished. What an amazing effect. I had drenched my life in sci-fi for decades, I confess, but I had not been thinking about any of this stuff (end of life, potential to upload consciousness in the future, etc.) in the conscious levels of my mind for quite awhile. This bubbled up from deeper layers. It felt very real because it just unrolled, I had no control and didn't try to take any. Yet I knew it wasn't real. Laughing Delightful effect.

Exposures to similar themes within the past 6-12 months include:

* I currently have two maternal great-aunts, one is 95 (still drives Shocked !) and the other is 100. There is a chance I may live to be very, very old and given the rates of rapid change, see a lot of changes it the near future.

* Within the past year I've watched episodes of a TV show called Caprica that introduced a theme of offering people a product where they could visit dead loved ones in cyberspace.

* The fascinating thought experiment that all of this 'reality' is nothing but Life Review memories in the last six minutes of our existence

* It's also worth noting that if I smoke enough hash oil fast enough I trip. Trip on hash oil plus trip on LSD apparently = Synergy Breakthrough Fantasy illustrated in 3D hallucination for me. Very happy

The rest of the night was wonderful, but the above description is the heart of the matter. I have a wistful smile as I write this. A tiny part of me wishes it was real.

The rest of the trip was wonderful, but the main thing worth noting is that normally when I dose myself that hard, I cannot sleep for 10-12 hours minimum. Seven hours after putting the dose on my tongue, I was hallucinating hard in a rave environment ( 'The Temple of Electronica' ) when I realized I was nodding off! Laughing I suddenly realized I had been up over 23 hours AND had worked a six hour security/gate shift that morning in the sun (7 a.m. to 1 p.m.) during the beginning of the festival which is inevitably when everyone is in true cluster-f_ _ k mode. I mean hey how bad could it be for us gate folks. They gave us a laminated card and there were only 13 (!!!) different styles of wrist-bands, then we get told that one class of attendee will have NO wrist bands and will be expected to carry around receipts. LOL!!!!!!!!!! When I reviewed my day as well as the richness of the visions I had had, realizing just how much hash oil had been consumed, I accepted it was time to go to bed. I walked back to the tent and fell asleep the MOMENT my head hit the pillow.

The next morning I had a lasting sense of astonishment, a distinct sense of still being lit and a feeling of having a squeeky clean brain.

Definately, one of the best acid trips of my life to date.

Thanks for reading. Peace &amp; Love

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 93034

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 23, 2012	Views: 7,384

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LSD (2), Cannabis - Hash (93) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Mystical Experiences (9), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

Many of you have heard the announcements in the Woodstock movie warning about the “brown acid”. The truth is that the only problem with the brown acid is that it was so pure that it wasn’t accompanied by the usual body rushes caused by speed and other adulterants in use at the time. As a result multiple doses of acid that was very strong to begin with were sometimes taken, and some trips got way out of hand.  I know…because I gave away a bunch of it.

I was 20, and thanks to my father I was asked to work at Woodstock, delivering and setting up machines that sort and roll up coins. The vendors there expected tons of change to be flowing in and wanted a way to manage it. If my father had known that I was already an acid head it never would have happened.

So, as unprepared as one could possibly be, I loaded three very heavy (80+ lbs each) machines on top of a blanket in the back seat of a Pontiac Tempest. The blanket  and a battery operated light (the kind that are white in front, red in back) were the extent of my camping equipment, and I had $200 to last for what I thought would be 5 or 6 days.

As soon as I drove through the gates it was a cornucopia of drugs. I was only interested in one, though, acid. Kids would jump onto the hood and trunk of the car for a ride, and it was very slow going. I saw a painted VW van advertising acid, and I gave one of the kids a $50 bill and asked him to run over and score me a few tabs. Traffic sped up a little, and I lost sight of him and the van, and kissed my $50 goodbye. Then out of the rear view mirror I see him running up to the car behind me.  “They don’t have change of a $50…do you have anything smaller, they are $5 each. I thanked him and told him, f**k it, just get me 10. Sure enough, he comes back with 10 brown tabs, and the guy's phone number. He expected I might want to get in touch with him in the future!

I finally got the car parked, it was getting dark, and there was no way I was going to find the people I was supposed to deliver the machines to that night. There was nothing else to do, since the music wouldn’t be for 2 more days, so I did the only logical thing…dropped a tab. And man was I pissed…nothing after 20 minutes (when the body rushes usually started for me), nothing after 40 minutes, nothing after about an hour. $50 down the drain.

It was getting cold, and I needed to get the blanket out from under the machines. I couldn’t summon up the strength to take even one of them out, so I tugged on the blanket, ripping it in a few places, but finally got it out. I put it over my shoulders like a shaman’s shawl, grabbed the light, and started to walk in search of some real acid. All of a sudden I get a rush..totally electric…and it stops. A few seconds later, another rush…and it stops. I walk past a couple coming the opposite away and they comment on someone they see “Wow, he is f**kd up”. Another rush…and it stops. I finally realized that 1) they were talking about me and 2) the rushes were coming and stopping whenever the red light on the back of the lantern flashed on and off. Without knowing it I had gotten deep into a trip.

It was an extremely pleasant buzz, lots of colors, lots of visual distortion and auditory effects…easily the best acid I had ever had (and I was VERY experienced).

Two other experiences from that night stand out. I met a pregnant girl, a Hog Farmer, and we sat on a rock and talked for what seemed like hours, sharing my blanket. She was the proto-typical hippie girl I had always fantasized about meeting. I dont know if I even kissed her, but after we talked and she needed to get back I gave her $100 of my remaining $150.

Then I came across a kind of natural amphitheater where people were camped out for the night, and I settled in. There was some brief acoustic guitar from the “stage” that was the bottom of the amphitheater. Someone told me the next day that it was Jorma K, but I never found out if it indeed was. So Im settled in, drifting in and out of some trippy thoughts, when someone yells “I need a shovel”, with some faint echoes bouncing off the trees (or my somewhat handicapped ears!).  A few minutes later “I need a shovel”, and  then “I need a f**ing shovel, someone get me a shovel”. Im not sure how long his pleas went on, but finally someone yelled “What do you need the shovel for?”, and the first guy giggles “Uhhhh….I forget”…and everyone in the amphitheater laughed in unison.

I wound up trading half the remaining tabs for food and wine, although  most people would share freely without the barter. I gave fair warning not to take more than half a tab, and not to think that it wasn’t coming on and take more. Others might not have gotten or heeded that warning, hence the announcements and need for some talking down.

I did call the guys who originally sold it to me…they were from Chicago as I recall, and had thousands of tabs. There was no way I was going to drive from NJ to Chicago unless I could  score enough to resell, and I just didn’t have the cash for that. A great disappointment, because I never found any as pure or strong after that.

I probably did acid over 200 times in a space of about 3 years, at one point 3-4 times a week.  I dropped out of college twice…in my 8th semester. Its impossible to say how much acid contributed to or was a result of other psychological problems/pressures. The spectre of VietNam, a break up with a girl that I took very hard and hanging out with a very Rock and Roll crowd didn’t help Im sure! I wouldn’t blame any of it on acid really, never having a bad trip and having a couple of other very memorable experiences (fraternity hazing and the release of Abbey Road come to mind!)

Exp Year: 1969	ExpID: 95433

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Mar 27, 2012	Views: 91,504

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LSD (2) : General (1), Nature / Outdoors (23), Music Discussion (22), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Well, its about time I mustered up the courage to try and fully explain and share the incredible trips I've had throughout my life.  I have been reading a lot of the reports on Erowid and would like to thank my fellow writers.  Reading and relating to a lot of other stories gave me the strength to finally write full, detailed accounts of the most terrifying moments in my life.

Looking back, I realize that its been over a year and a half already.  By the first time I tried LSD, I had already become a fairly experienced halucinogen user.  It was Dextromethorphan (DXM), however, that was my poison of choice.  I loved it, and for a good year in my life, it was all I really did, every few days or so.  It got pretty bad in the end, as my discretion gradually became thinner over time.  But I digress.

Anyway, it was January 29th, '06.  It was a Sunday afternoon and there was talk going around in our small group that an acid source had surfaced a few towns over.  I was with three of my closest friends, Eamon, Ian, and Paul.  Already being the experimentalists we were, we didn't think twice on jumping on the chance to finally try LSD, which was rather elusive around these parts at the time.  It took a few hours of running around, but we finally found ourselves in posession of 8 blotters.  We flew off back home and it wasn't long til Ian caved first and tossed his 2 hits into his mouth.  The three of us followed suite about a half-hour afterwards.

I guess we decided to go to the local convenience store because 15 minutes later we were careening down the road in high spirits.  Ian was starting to chuckle every now and then.  By the time we were in the store getting cigs, it started to hit him, as he started looking at me like he and I were the only ones who knew a rancid stink bomb was about to go off in the store after we left.  We got back to the car and soon all of us could hardly hold back gales of laughter.  Something was hilarious, and we all were just feeling real good. Definately the Plus 1 stage.

Our first dire mistake was that we had no game plan.  We were now faced with the problem of finding some place to go.  In our current state, it must have been the coolest looking place we saw first, cause we pulled up to the local retail store.  Paul started pushing Ian in a shopping cart through the parking lot.  Two of us went into the store and almost immediately turned right around and left, 'NO. none of that.' we must've thought.

We agreed it would probably be a bad idea to stick around a public place as it had been an hour since we dosed.  We went back to our neighborhood and parked in a court, laughing all the while and still wondering where we would go.  It was a damn Sunday evening and there was no way any of us could get past any of our parents.  To make matters worse, it was just getting dark. (+2)

We started walking aimlessly around the neighborhood.  Sometimes two of us would go left and the others would look on in confusion as to exactly why.  This happened a bunch of times.  We tried going into the woods where we hang out and smoke all the time, getting only a few feet inwards before getting scared and retreating to the lit-up streets again.  We tried thinking of a serene place to go and collect ourselves so we went to the near-by river.  By now, we were all still having a relatively good time but it was very plain to see that something else was lying in wait, lingering in the very-near future.  It was imperitive we find someplace safe to go, and fast.  The four of us were crouched down and huddled next to the river, contemplating, brainstorming, wracking our brains for any ideas.  Ian, who had taken his hits a half-hour before the rest of us kept saying 'this is some serious shit' and 'we cant be here'.  Its around here that things started taking a different turn.  None of us had any idea of what was going to happen next.

Eamon gave in and basically said, to hell with it, we gotta get inside one of our houses but he harbor all three of us.  Paul and I were left to our own plan now and we decided to call a sober friend for help.  Brian met us all in front of Eamon's house with Kat and Kate.  The three sober newcomers watched in amazement as Ian panicked and tried to jump into the packed car.  Paul and I were already in and I know Ian was frightened that we were splitting up.  The look on his face was of confused terror. (+3)

So Brian, Kat, and Kate, completely unaware of how to deal with any person on an intense trip, take Paul and I to a public park.  Only problem was it was within visual distance of the town's police station.  I remember climbing on the playground equipment for a moment.  Then it happened.  Next thing I know I'm darting through the woods, clawing at branches that were getting in my way.  The visuals tripled.  Soon there were hands coming out of the ground, grabbing for my feet.  I kept running, away from whatever it was i was running from in the first place.  I broke through the tree-line and into a vast field.

For the next hour and half I would be running zig zags back and forth across this farm-field, screaming a bunch of nonsense and trying to figure out how to get out of the state of madness.  There was a low-hanging fog as well, which just aided the already intense visuals.  The sky was nothing short of marvelous.  The stars were all in motion and they would form tile patterns and collide into each other and explode.  Lights in the distance got brighter and darker.  I started shouting at the sky.  Telling my friends I was sorry I left them, I thought I was the last one left, that all of us had fallen into our own personal hells.  Kat kept calling my cell phone trying to find me but everytime she tried to calm me down I'd just keep telling her to reach out and hug me, grab me and wake me up.  I must've thought I was still sitting next to her in the back of Brian's car because everytime she'd whimper and tell me she couldn't, I'd just get pissed off, finally throwing my cell phone as hard as I could into the night in a fit of rage.  It made a very cool tornado of light though.

Thankfully I still had enough sense to know that I would need that device to talk to people on the other side. I thought there was like 5 police cars just beyond the road, waiting to see what I'd do next. I yelled some more at the sky.  One second I'd be saying 'where are you my brothers?' then the next I'd be screaming to god that I wanted more time and more history (whatever that meant).  I decided I was being punished for being too selfish and I pleaded with the heavens that I would help people more from then on.  That I wanted the chance still to do good for mankind.  I started seeing moments from my childhood fly by me in an instant.  My mom calls.

By now, I could care less if I got in trouble or not.  I just needed somebody, anybody else.  I told her that I did acid and was lost in some space.  She had to ask me where I was several times and I kept switching my answer, thinking that if I told her exactly where I was, it wouldn't work.  I told her I was at Eamon's, then I'd tell her I was down the road that was next to the field.  I finally mustered up the will to leave my prison of a plain and cross the menacing road.  A cop car was just pulling out of the playground complex as I jogged across the road and I give him a friendly wave.  Either he was looking the other way or he thought I wasn't doing anything wrong cause I waved to him, but whatever the reason, he didn't stop me.  I don't even want to begin to think what it would've been like to be hauled off to a cell or a hospital at that point.

I'm halfway over a fence when my mom pulls up and gets my attention.  I sprint and dive into the van.  She drives me home, asking a whole bunch of questions and not getting many answers.  Once we get home I try to give her a hug but she shoves me away and yells at me.  I go up to my room and lay down.  I hear sirens in the distance, don't know if they were real or illusions.  Then I hear the first good thing in hours: my heart was finally slowing down, meaning I was finally getting a hold of myself.  I spent another half-hour writing a bunch of scribble before passing out from exhaustion.

I would later find out that Paul saw only a flash of me sprint as fast as I could out of the park and leap the fence, dashing into the woods.  'Bye, Doug' he remembers saying.  Eamon apparently thought there was a portal to somewhere just beyond his living room window.  He dove at the closed window, breaking the edges and alerting his sister.  Sometime after, he climbed into bed with his mother.  Ian had some crazy visuals but managed to calm down without any incidents.

Our biggest mistakes were taking both hits at the same time when it was our first time on acid and the fact that we had no where to go.  I believe that was the aspect that kickstarted doubt and worry and sometimes its hard to stop those thoughts from snowballing when you're tripping.  Since that fateful day, I now had a taste of something incredibly powerful. I was so confused and in a state of complete awe for weeks afterwards.  Despite the terror of this trip, I would go on to do LSD many times throughout the summer.  Finally stopping when it got too bad.  But that's another story for later...  I know it was a long account but thanks for hearing me out.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 66132

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 6, 2012	Views: 6,054

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

The best psychedelic experience I ever had was produced by a substance I can't be sure of. My cousin R and I had bought two small orange pills, called Microdot. We assumed it was mescaline in a pill form, but being so young and naive at the time, we didn't really even know what mescaline was. We just wanted to experience a nice high. I had a feeling it would be a very LSD-like experience. R was the same age as I (born five hours before me), and was a close and trusted cousin and friend. My memory has lost some of the details from this night from so long ago, but I do remember the more important aspects.

We met at some point in the evening at R's small, 70's-retro, but cozy little apartment (fake wood paneled walls, goofy wallpaper, a cheap steel-tube television cart with fake wood platforms and plastic casters, etc.). There were most likely a small group of friends there hanging out for a while with us, probably smoking some marijuana, as we were complete 'heads.' No cable, no internet of course, just a radio with a cassette player was all we had for entertainment.

At some point, maybe sometime after 9, some friends left, and around maybe 10, we ate the microdots, one each for R and myself. I can't remember the wait for the drug to kick in. It may have been around a half an hour or so. We were laughing and joking and having a great time. We probably smoked some more pot, which of course enhanced the pre-peak feeling. Having been through around a half-dozen regular LSD trips before this microdot experience, I knew the good and bad effects of LSD. I had experienced some fear and anxiety before with LSD, but also exhilaration and mellow euphoria. I knew that common factors for having the best experience (environment, friends, even weather) were crucial to avoiding a bummer.

Further into the night, the great buzz and mellow beauty of the trip intensified, but never awkwardly veered anywhere near bad. After the aforementioned sitting around and laughing period we had, we found ourselves down on the carpet, still giddy and interactive with each other, but in this complete mellow, fantastic, meditative haze. Being a smoker, I had probably blown through a bunch of cigarettes at this point.

I had brought over with me some music cassettes of The Doors, a couple of live bootlegs I had recorded from a radio broadcast. I popped in one of the cassettes and we just slipped ever so blissfully into a different meditative state, one of great concentration but also relaxation. It is hard to fully describe. We were just lying there, on a carpet, completely comfortable, totally happy, listening to this incredible music, which sounded amazing (and still does). It was way, way past midnight and we were wired yet still peaceful and relaxed.

We may have tried to fall asleep, but we couldn't. We continued laying around on the floor all through the early morning hours, listening to these Doors tapes that seemed to just go on forever. Eventually, a bit of light crept in through the closed venetian blinds. We had stayed awake past dawn. Soon, the golden summer morning light emblazoned the entire window, and the venetian blinds suddenly began to 'flutter' when I looked at them. If I looked up and down the window, the fluttering blinds would move with my eyes. This was the only hallucination or 'visual' I had, or can recall. By this point, we were feeling exhausted as the effects of the microdot were rapidly wearing off. R decided to crash in his bedroom. I walked home, only 1/4 mile away or so, and fell asleep.

As I write this, nearly 14 years later, I still can't understand what it was R and I had taken. Maybe it was LSD in very pure form, but a smaller dose. Maybe it was mescaline. But after reading a bit on this subject, I have to think it was LSD. The fact that a usable dosage of mescaline could not fit into such a tiny pill affirms that this could not be mescaline.

Yet, this trip was actually very un-LSD like. It didn't have the jaw-clenching, mind-racing intensity, and restlessness of a typical LSD trip. This trip was completely opposite of anything I had experienced before with psychedelics. Mushroom trips I had had were usually topsy turvy, yet generally more mellow than LSD trips.

But this microdot was fantastic. It was as though my mind was so careless and free that I didn't have any room for negative thinking or anxiety of any kind. What the trip may have lacked in visual colors or hallucinatory visions, it more than made up for in physical and mental wellbeing, even while listening to the often intense Doors music.

This experience was incredibly fun and worthwhile. I never again tripped on microdot. It was always very hard to find, for whatever reason. I only saw it one other time. Only a few months later, while away at college, I had bought one from somebody. A college friend of mine, a girl whose name I can't remember, had a single blotter hit of LSD. She asked if I'd trade with her, which I did. I dropped the acid that same evening, and she ate the microdot. Unfortunately, she reported to me the next day that the microdot didn't do anything at all. I had a complete psychedelic experience with my hit of LSD, and tripped all night. I felt bad about trading her a bunk microdot, but she reassured me it was all right, as she didn't want to take the LSD she had traded to me anyway.

I am glad I experienced a microdot, even if it was just that one time. At this point in my life, I have long since ceased using psychedelics and marijuana. Again, out of the many mushroom and LSD trips (mostly mushrooms) I had between 1996 and 2005, this one microdot experience was the best.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 89955

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Jul 7, 2012	Views: 19,740

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), What Was in That? (26), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   79 kg

Before I begin, please excuse my english, I realise it is not so good, but I’m trying my best to explain how the 2 settings that matter (mind and enviroment) didn’t really matter here (at least not to a certain extent, as you will see, it makes all the difference in the world after a certain point, I can still see how this could easily had ended up in a VERY BAD trip). And since this event took place in the beggining of the year, I’m unable to recall all the details and every single thing I felt/saw/thought. I also did not have a watch or any consern for time because that would only stand in the way of the experience I was hoping to have here. I decided to report my experience because I love to read the experiences in this website and never saw one where the person had both settings wrong and still had a positive experience.

I have been a weed smoker for quite a while but what always fascinated me was the world of psychedelics. Even though I had never actualy taken any to that point I had researched enough to know everything that there was to know about triping, from how to deal with a bad trip to what to avoid in order to not have one, or so I thought back then. I believed I knew exactly what to expect from these experiences, but what happened blew me out of my mind, in a way I was only able to fully realise during the trip.

It all started at a private rave a few friends told me about in a valley a couple of hours away from the town I used to live in Brazil. As lots of people know, this whole psychedellic trance trend that was introduced all around the world brought all sorts of drugs with it, but to explain how I had both mind and enviroment settings fucked up, I have to give some insight into what was going on at the time. To summ it all up though, I will limit myself to state 2 facts:

1st - Due to complete lack of responsability and common sense, I was moving away from Brazil where I lived my whole life, to U.S. where I was born. This night that this experience took place in, was about 10 days away from the date I was finally saying goodbye to everybody and moving to the place I least wanted to be back then, therefore, I was not so happy about what was about to happen in my life and as days went by I became more and more anxious and unhappy, desperatly trying to find a way to get around all this and get to stay in the place I loved the most with all the people I loved.

2nd - Upon arrival, we came to find out the rave was nothing private, it was full of conservative people from a little town close by in Brazil that were there just because it was a trend, and that they would not have any kind of respect for people that were triping there, as it always is when you get people that never heard about psychedelics and put them in the same place other people are experiencing all kinds of different drugs. They saw people triping as bad people that would eventually harm someone because of that, and in all their ignorance, I was profoundly upset by that, wich fucked up my mind setting even more, but I still didn’t give up. And I would later realise, nobody actualy gave a damn about the people tripping there, but I didn’t know that given the fact I saw people like them discriminate people on drugs.

Now, on with the experience, it was night time (about 11:00 pm) I had several people with me, both close friends and acquaintances, but I will talk only about those who were mostly around me, who I will reffer to as L(very close cousin), B(good friend), R(acquaintace), P(acquaintace). Immediatly after my arrival me and L met a friend who had clean acid (2 blotters with a Hoffman picture printed on both sides, he did tell us how much micrograms was in the blotter, which was really high, but I knew he could never tell precisely, so I won't even state that) and was willing to give it to us for a fair ammount of cash, we payed him and took the acid right away after wishing each other a nice trip (1 blotter each). While we were all going down the misty and dark path that leaded to the rave right in the middle of the valley I felt really good, the walk down there was so soothing and conforting that I felt different already, even though it had been 5 min since I took the drug.

When we finnaly arrived, we were met by loud pumping speakers playing pleasent music and people dancing around fires, wich brought me to recall some sort of little Woodstock. Although still then I couldn't shake the feeling that all that would be gone soon, and I started feeling like shit again, all I could think about was the beautiful girl I was leaving behind and the other amazing one I had just met a few days ago, how my life would change in a way I really didn’t want it to change, and how I couldn't do anything about it at this point for my own good.

But before I knew it I was standing alone in the middle of the crowd with no one I knew close to me and I began looking around, I realised I had been standing there traped in those bad thoughts, completely unaware of what was happening around me, people were bumping into me and almost throwing me to the ground all the time, thats when I felt like getting out of there and by then I thought that from there on everything would just go downhill.

I moved away from the crowd and saw this girl siting with a handful of people around a fire, she had her eyes closed and when se opened them her eyes had an unatural sparkle and she started grining to me in a way it would be impossible for a human to do because her mouth was about 10 times wider than a few seconds before, thats when I realised the acid was kicking in.

I saw my cousin wandering about near by and jumped up to him and said 'L! How do you feel by now?' and as he was gazing at the sky, he simply replied 'Look... Up there! See those clouds?! They're talking to each other... Although I can't really tell what they're saying from here...' And continued wandering about so I came to the conclusion he was having a good time even though it was impossible for him to be that high already and talking so clearly, that was pretty confusing, maybe he was just trying to play tricks on me but I had no clue about how much time had passed by since the time we took the hits, so I just left him alone after telling him in what direction he was to walk in case he needed me.

As I continued to walk around just observing my surroundings I didn’t feel any changes in the way I felt inside, the bad thoughts were fading away and giving place to this strange need to walk around and just observe the place I was in, it was a incredibly beautiful night, with very few clouds in the sky and a huge full moon that iluminated everything that the fires didn’t. I was met by B and R in this little hideout so to speak, it was a small area surrounded by tall trees wich felt really confortable, almost as a sanctuary, I couldn't be more glad to be there with them, and I felt really good about knowing such interesting people, that would actualy take the time to look around and find such a nice spot to hang out, just like I was doing.

They were trying to start a fire but R kept telling B to be careful and place the fire in a good spot so we wouldn't set everything on fire. B sucesfully started the fire right in the middle of the place and we sat there for a little bit, I realised B and R were triping balls as well but weren't really peaking so they talked to me for a while.

After we stoped talking (through grins and gestures, actual words at this point were hard to get out of my mind) I took the time to contemplate this little sanctuary around me, I started staring at the trees and how they were some sort of extension of the earth, I began to observe this energy flowing from underground into the trees, the trees started changing shapes, getting ever smaller and closer to me, to the point where they were embracing me and feeding me that energy, that white, clean, amazing energy that took a hold of me, it started working its way from my shoulder to my head, and when it reached my head all those bad thoughts about leaving came back to me, and that little bad trip alarm (or what I believed to be an alarm) ringed in my head as to prepare to deal with these thoughts, that's when I began to hear this soothing voice coming from the trees.

I couldn't see any lips moving in them or anything like that, I couldn't tell in what language it was, but I still could understand it, from the tones it was using, and the impact each word had in my mind, it was telling me to let myself go, forget about everything else and just embrace what I had in front of me. After understanding what message that voice was trying to send to me, I realised I had my eyes closed to hear the voice and opened them, only to see B holding his hands in front of me with a sheet of acid that had little computers with that 'E' logo from Internet Explorer in them, I reasoned if what the voice meant by embracing what was in front of me was the acid, and for the hell of it, I took another hit, B assured me it was clean as well so I wouldn't feel strange body sensations and stuff like that, wich made me feel even better about taking more.

Right after taking it we all realised we had no weed with us, and to my amazement we couldn't find any with the people close by as well, maybe because we were already too high to make any sense out all those laugs and gestures we were making in order to ask if they had weed. So R pointed towards the tallest hill in the valley, we all got the idea he had in mind, to climb up there and look over the whole landscape. L was in the middle of the crowd at the same spot and as soon as I realised he was still wandering about looking at the sky, I couldn't help but to roll on the floor laughing histerically at him, he laughed too and I felt good at meeting him on our way up and how everything was working out so conviniently despite the people around us and the negative thoughts I had in mind before, and we proceeded to go uphill, only to meet P on the way up, who just happened to be smoking a huge blunt all by himself, as to offer something in return for the weed, B offered P a few hits of acid, he took two, passed the joint around and we kept going up.

Once up there it was just amazing, I cannot begin to explain what I felt looking at the grassy hills that extended for so much miles ahead of us, they all looked as if they had something moving beneath them, but it was still very beautiful, and I had I feeling of accomplisment in me, as if I was at the peak of my life, standing there with 2 very special people to me and two that just became very special as well, what I felt was beyond accomplisment actualy, it was some sort of happyness, but happyness always has been a state of mind to me, no one can be happy 24/7, even though at that moment I felt like that feeling would be with me for the rest of my life, that I had finally realised how beautiful everything in the world was and I had found my place in it, I was ready to go wherever I had to go so long as I had that feeling with me I would be safe and at home somehow.

I also was overwhelmed by this thought that all that I was looking at was mine somehow, that I was a human that was in a place that was never visited by civilized man, and I could claim that for myself and live with all my loved ones there, either in person or in spirit, somehow that would be our home, and after realising the sillyness of that thought, it made more sense to conclude that Brazil in itself would always be like that. Shortly after I began to have a weird sensation over my body, I was bursting with energy, that energy from the tress had worked its way throughout my body and was seeking some way out, I wanted to scream of excitement, cry of joy, dance, run, sit, stand up and fly. I could do all that if I wanted to, because I was one with this beautiful place we were in and anyone that truly understood the concept of being one with nature could do that.

But then I realised what was bringing this energy out, the DJ was playing a track from one of my favourite electronic music DJs: Electrypnose. I ran down to the dancefloor and I really dont know if everyone followed me but as soon as I got there I just couldnt stop dancing, I found a space in which I could dance among all those people and just closed my eyes and let go. What seemed to be hours actualy went by in seconds, I would close my eyes and dance only to quickly observe everything around me and realise the same track was still playing. I also noticed the people around me were kind of dancing like I was, looking over their shoulders every now and then to see what move I was doing so they could do it too, and that only made me feel better about letting myself go and feel the music.

After a while I felt I should go back to the spot we were all at, and everybody was sitting there smoking more weed, I sat down and had a few hits on the joint when L starts telling this joke I already knew but never heard him say before about the Rabbit in the jungle that makes everybody run after him when he's on Ecstasy, even though I already read it, I couldn't help but to just laugh my ass off at every single word of the joke, it wasn't a hysterical laugh though, it was a really good one, the type of laugh you would have with your friends on a bar after a few drinks or so.

For a while I thought about how much life I still have ahead of me, how full of potential it all is and how things could be better from now on, even though I had to go through all this, I saw meaning in all of it, which I could not before, being overwhelmed by the sadness of leaving all of that behind. I had my eyes closed the whole time and I was laying down, for a while I saw collored patterns swirling around my eyesight and then I saw myself in different awkward but funny situations in the future, and it only made me feel better about everything that was going on. When I opened my eyes again I saw it was almost morning and I couldnt tell if I was between peaks or coming down because I had absolutely no sense at all of time. The sun was starting to come out and the landscape was even more beautiful, the sky was geting as colorful as it never had been before and the clouds kept changing shapes very slowly, at the time I didn’t pay atention to that, but soon I realised clouds dont change like that so I was still pretty high.

Finally when I was really coming down we all just talked about the time we had there, and I remembered I had a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, only to remember as well, I had only 1 left and was frustrated that I couldnt buy anymore on the way to the rave, so I smoked the cigarette and felt better.

Later that day we left, I met my girl and went to another friend's house where I had a dose of mescaline that I don't recall the quantity, but the experience was nowhere as profound as this one so I wont talk about that so it wont make this report much more longer.

After it was all over and I was completely back to normal, I came to realise that the feeling that I first thought I would always have with me had vanished some time during my mescaline trip, and I could never keep that up for the rest of my life, it was all just a memory, no matter how profound it was when it was actualy happening, somehow it did give me all the guts I needed to take the challenge I was about to face head on. I have that experience to thank for not going through much more suffering after that. And I have tried to get acid in the U.S. quite a number of times but for some reason I never get a chance to actualy take it, so I came to conclude as well that maybe I should leave that for my vacations in Brazil.

This was my only LSD experience to date, I have been dying to do it again just to find out if I could get a trip like that one. It was all completely different from what I expected, smoking weed though is still very relaxing and I still get to feel a pinch of that happyness when I get really really high. =P

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 67274

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 24, 2012	Views: 8,077

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