		 DOSE:

		 5 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

(T-0:20 [11:30 PM]) I arrive at the floatation tank place with Sarah. Sarah  reminds me she loves me and whatever happens I can find her if I get overwhelmed. We are led to our respective tank rooms and I eat a sugar cube with 5 drops of liquid LSD on it before showering. I get into the tank which I have rented for 7 hours.

(T+0:05) I lay in silence and focus on my breathing. An unknown amount of time passes with no sensations and then Beavis and Butthead appear in my consciousness. Butthead says “we're there, dude!” and then, aware of my presence in the tank, says “Look at this dillhole.” Beavis says cool and it echoes through my thoughts, to which he responds with “cool” more excitedly. Beavis then kicks the tank and they walk off. I begin to start seeing fractals. I am catapulted way beyond consensus reality. I forget that I exist as a body or that I have ever been in a state outside of this tank. I become a small, african-american youth from the inner city. I like to play basketball and I get in a fight and lose. I become stuck in a loop for several eternals watching a black mans lips as he talks about nothing.

My consciousness is being dissected.. Worm like aliens rip my mind to shreds and devour it as I watch. I feel good. I start to feel incredibly good. Everything goes white and I feel the best I have ever felt by far, there is no longer thought, only pleasure encompassing all aspects of my being. I return to middle. I see my body die. I see the fear and confusion and then relief pass over my face from the perspective of those who love me. I feel their grief and I feel my death as me. I become a devout catholic. The catholic god is now real, all is serious. I see jesus on the cross and it is me. I see a white light above him and I am sucked into it. My entire everything condenses to one period.

Next a frenchman enters my mind. He starts to talk about something passionately and sodomizes jesus. There are cocks everywhere. All the fractals are cocks. Then they are masses of limbs. Gore everywhere. Lovecraftian horrors ripping meat things into pieces. I am sucked into the microcosmos. I see my organs, cells, atoms, molecules all as myself and separate at the same time. Then myself as separate and myself at the same time.  Then I am pushed out into macrocosmos. I see me in the tank, the room, Oakland, Earth, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe. All of it falls into one point. This is my reality, I am all of it and part of it. There are other points. I feel one is sarah, and I am overwhelmed by feelings of love. Now more thought loops. I heare Randy say “Everything’s fucked, Mr. Lahey!” It is all one big joke. Everything I believed manifests itself before me, there are no limits to what I can do in this space. I feel as deep as I go there is still an infinite depth below me. Eris is the goddess and she is fucking me in the ass. I think that sarah should fist me at some point.

(T+3:00) Suddenly, light! I am instantly made aware that I have a physical form. Sarah is looking into my tank. She says words to me but I forget the previous word she said each time she says a new one. All I can say is “I'm confused” repeatedly. She closes the tank and I fall back into a trance.

Sarah is looking into my tank. She says words to me but I forget the previous word she said each time she says a new one. All I can say is “I'm confused” repeatedly. She closes the tank and I fall back into a trance.

 Later, I would find out that she freaked out in her tank and was not going back in and would sleep on the couch in the lobby. I am aware I am thinking. I'm thinking about thinking about thinking and that it never stops. Suddenly it stops, or at least I felt it stopped. Everything was as black as black could be black, there was nothing, only the void, I was no longer present. I return, out of the void a shadowy figure of Obama with red eyes appears, glaring at me. Behind him is richard nixon and george w. Bush, also with red eyes and glaring. They dissipate.

(T+4:00) Agh! So much pain!  Water hits my eyes. I open the tank and climb out. I squirt my eyes with the water squirter. I can hardly walk, the room is melting. I look at my body. Salt starts to appear all over my body and I feel slimy. I feel like an alien and am reminded of the movie altered states and laugh and climb back in the tank.

I am now thirsty, very thirsty. I realize I have no water and I have to go by the receptionist to get some. I feel that I would collapse if I did so and just ignore it. I go through the loop “I’m so thirsty I should get up. Wait no ill just stay here” an infinite number of times. I become aware of the loop and get out of the tank. I walk into the shower across the hall, shower off, drink shower water, and hobble back to my room. I see my phone, take a picture of the tank, and then climb back in. I notice I am tripping less hard before I get in the tank, but I can not tell in the tank.

I notice I am tripping less hard before I get in the tank, but I can not tell in the tank.

 I see an infinite number of myselves in tanks. All of them have come to this moment for different reasons. There are an infinite number going away from now through every possibility. Every existence where I am in this tank at this moment on this much acid is there. Every outcome is there. Is this alternity? I think of my dead father. Stop. I repeat his name. I hear my mother telling my child self he is dead. I repeat in my head that he is dead. I accept this as another thing in the cosmic slop of things. He is dead. It is beautiful. I am now my father, fucking my mother, impregnating her with me.  I drift around, become stuck in more loops, I am going between states of very high and very low. All condenses to the same point no matter how I look at it. I step outside of myself, pull out some wires and plug them into new sockets, and return to myself. I hear music. It is my queue that my time is over. I have been in here forever. I get out, shower, and walk into the lobby.

(T+7:00) I see a man in a skirt and tights with pink hair, next to him is Sarah, asleep on the couch. She tells me about her experience while I familiarize myself with existence and eat some fruit.The remainder of the trip is spent reflecting and lounging around, discussing what we experienced.

Over the entire experience I was made very aware of how much the media I intentionally and unintentionally consume in my day to day life affects my subconscious. Songs that I had heard in passing, random images, sentences from TV; all of it flooded back to me in the tank. The tank made it significantly easier to go out of body for the first 3/4th of the trip, but towards the end of the experience I was continuously bothered by Epsom salt recrystallizing around my mouth and nose. I feel that while there were some benefits to the tank, I would only repeat this if I owned one and could retreat to my house whenever I began to feel uncomfortable.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 104098

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: Jan 2, 2020	Views: 1,499

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LSD (2), Floatation Tank (369) : General (1), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   8 st

I was going on holiday with my boyfriend and we were both excited to be taking some high strength acid tabs whilst there. Both of us had used LSD before but been disappointed with the poor quality so felt we had not had a 'proper' trip with this drug.

After spending a couple of days getting to know the area in a relatively 'normal' way, we decided around midday to have a tab each. The day was wonderful, I seemed to feel elated before my partner did, who was showing some signs of anxiety to start with which also took me there a little, but after a couple of hours we were both as high as kites with a remarkable sense of freedom.

We spent the day talking shit, laughing lots, making fantastic discoveries, singing songs, sharing emotional moments, laughing more and looking out for each other. It was the most intense experience of my life and I will never forget it but words are not really worthy of describing it, either. After hours of intense, emotional, euphoric bliss we both regained some awareness suddenly, together and somehow went to co-op to get food and then went back to the place we were staying. We were still positively tripping, at this point it got more hallucinogenic rather than psychedelic, everything was an optical illusion, but it remained fun and we both eventually went to sleep and woke in the morning feeling a sense of disappointment at the dullness of reality but nonetheless ok.

After returning home (to my new home, my parents had moved house) … I still felt a brilliant afterglow and as though my life's priorities had changed. In the following weeks, I gained a fantastic interest in everything, and anything. I also made some claims which stemmed from, in retrospect, ridiculous beliefs. One was when I decided that I would like to study philosophy, which progressed into the belief that I could solve anything and in fact my purpose was to solve everything. I began to inform people of my newfound genius and felt extremely elated.

Before long, I was developing and sharing plans to achieve a PHD in philosophy, as well as thinking I would start a revolution.

Before long, I was developing and sharing plans to achieve a PHD in philosophy, as well as thinking I would start a revolution.

 As well as this I was involved far more with religion than I ever had before. I even one night believed that I spoke to God, but not with words – I felt that I could communicate beyond words with God as he was beyond  explanation but that words were not neccesary for the most powerful messages.

As time progressed, my behaviour got gradually more out of character and extreme, I was spending a lot of money extravagantly (mostly on alcohol), talking to strangers and sometimes buying them drinks... I was sharing thoughts and theories, which, looking back, made me sound arrogant, pretentious and self-obsessed. I thought at the time they were extremely articulate. I thought that I was fantastic and that my mind was opened, believing that I was in fact a lot saner than everybody else and capable of many great things.... I am now embarrassed, to say the least!

My mum, who has bipolar disorder suggested to me on a few occasions that I could be manic but I always denied it. It was only when I had to function in daily life and could not speak without rhyming excessively which led me to panic, that I admitted and accepted it as a problem. Since the initial confusion and disappointment following this, I have been getting very good help after my doctor referred me to the early intervention for psychosis team... it's still early days so the journey continues!

At the time of writing, it has been 3 months since I took that single dose of LSD!

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 93415

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Jan 13, 2020	Views: 778

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LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   112 lb

A Beautiful Breakup on Acid

My boyfriend and I have tripped on acid many times together but my most memorable, most definitive experience was the night we broke up.

A different girl had been getting in between us for a while, and trying to mend the relationship, we tried to spend a good amount of time together. One day, we felt like tripping, and so we began by taking a tab each. Within the hour, I was feeling that way I always feel when the lucy first hits me, as if I am filled with bubbles or covered in soap. This soapy feeling is always the first thing I notice and it remains throughout the trip.

This soapy feeling is always the first thing I notice and it remains throughout the trip.

 Soon enough, my boyfriend and were having sex as usual, and it was mind-blowing and never ending. Every once in a while I would suck his dick and giving a blowjob on lucy is indescribable. His dick feels as though it is unendingly hard and I feel like I give the best head in the world. His moaning creates an entrancing atmosphere where I get utterly lost in his cock and do everything perfectly and never want to stop.

After fucking for what seems like hours, we took a bubble bath around 11pm. We used blueberry scented, blue colored bubbles and lit candles and sat in the tub smoking cigarettes, being euphoric and lovey dovey. It seemed as if everything was perfect and everything we do, no matter how silly, is magical.

After our bath, we went back into his bedroom and just talked about everything and nothing and anything and soon enough, the conversation turned to the girl who had been trying desperately to steal my boyfriend. Suddenly my mood turned from incredibly content to sad and broken. I felt like everything my boyfriend and I had been through for the last 2 years was a lie, and this whole time I had been 'the other girl'. My boyfriend desperately tried to convince me that lucy was making me feel this way and that wasnt the case. I wouldn't have it. Convinced that I could no longer live this lie, I insisted we break up. I felt strong as well as victimized and I felt this was my only option. He tried to make me change my mind endlessly but I continued to explain that even though he was my entire world and this would be the hardest thing to wake up to the next morning, it was what was right.

I cried and cried and went outside alone for a cigarette to calm down. Sitting on his porch listening to Kate Bush on my ipod, I felt incredibly alone and solitary. The sky looked like it was on an early technicolor tv set. Fuzzy and dark purple and vast, I felt as if I was floating away from the person who had been my other half for so long. I felt as if I was leaving my familiar world and entering a foreign, uninhabited, quiet, snowy world. I was calm, yet solemn and incredibly nostalgic for 'what I had lost' and 'what was to come'. The world seemed empty and unreal and even though it was probably about 20 degrees outside, I sat there warmly in my seat, thinking how I was going to be alone forever, and I was now my own only friend.

After going through about a half a pack of cigarettes, I went back inside and my boyfriend and I felt strange, like there was suddenly a new essence to our existence. We could no longer be in love, but now we were 'friends'.

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

I asked him to drive me home and the car ride back was probably the most beautiful experience I can remember ever going through. We seemed to be the only car on the road and we didnt turn on any music because we felt like this would be our last time 'being together' and we wanted to cherish it. We talked endlessly about how purely magical our time together had been and how thankful we were to be lucky enough to get to have 2 years of our lives be so beautiful. We were still tripping quite pretty hard and just as I realized that my boyfriend was driving really well, a car came out of nowhere, and faced us head on in our lane. Immediately my boyfriend swerved out of the way and I couldn't believe how well he did. He called it a miracle as we sat in the car I thought about how perfect it would have been to crash and die right then.

Acid makes me very nostalgic and appreciative of life and can be very sobering.

Acid makes me very nostalgic and appreciative of life and can be very sobering.

 I felt as though sitting in that car at 3am on a quiet snowy night, as he and I confessed how much we love each other and how hard the rest of our lives would be without one another and valuing how incredibly beautiful a first love is and crying and having this unspeakable bond between us, I felt like I was ready to die. I felt like the most meaningful experience in my life was happening and to die in it would make it invaluable.

When we got to my house, he parked and we spent about an hour sitting in the car talking about how much we cherished each other as if we were running out of time. Before I left, we had what seemed like it would be our last kiss ever and I told him that I would never forget him.

For some reason, it seemed to me that I was never in my life going to see him again, and I had these intense emotions of sadness, solemnness, loneliness, yet appreciation of how beautiful everything is.

I got home, looked at my incredibly plated eyes in the mirror and as if to say goodbye to myself as I was that day, I stared in the mirror and said goodbye to myself, turned off the lights, got in to bed and cried for hours.

In the next few day, I realized that the acid had created an incredibly beautiful day and had created a bond between us unlike anything we had already shared. We both acknowledged it and have since gotten back together and the trip truely did connect us and make us stronger and it created an emotional bond that I think can never die. It's the truth, I think my most meaningful experience on this earth was tripping on acid and I'm thankful for what it did.

LSD is a beautiful thing.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 83612

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jan 16, 2020	Views: 762

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Sex Discussion (14), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   95 lb

It is 8:30PM on a Wednesday night. The date is February 11, 2015. Approximately twenty-four hours ago, I was at my “peak” of tripping on LSD. To me, I find it strange, almost wrong to say “I was tripping on LSD.” No, it feels much more appropriate to claim that the eyes in which I view my reality simply melted into oblivion and were replaced with new eyes. Still, I wear those new eyes; yet the filter which allegedly protects me from my newly discovered world is in place once more. It’s a filter I feel I cannot be rid of without the aid of this psychedelic. Or, can it?

At 8:00AM this morning, my senses felt entirely “sober”, and yet my mind was overflowing with thoughts both fascinating and overwhelming. Please take note that there are quite literally no words which could accurately describe my trip to this alternate reality, or perhaps, my real reality. I try to bear in mind this quote as I attempt to recollect my journey: “We do not see things as they are; we see things as we are.” Though I have no tangible evidence to back this up, I believe that my journey was personalized for me, or rather, I personalized my journey. On the contrary, though this does not dismiss my belief, others who have indulged in psychedelics report seeing, feeling, and hearing similar things—a collective, “shared” state of consciousness. Please also take note that the motive for my decision to partake of LSD was driven by a desire for intellectual, emotional, and spiritual enlightenment. Though I don’t look down on anyone who uses LSD recreationally, I am interested only in learning and taking observations from this substance. That being said, the expression of my “journey” will come across more as how one would write about an experiment with data and results. Yes, I did not know entirely what to expect, and I knew that going into it.

I did not know entirely what to expect, and I knew that going into it.

 One cannot take a psychedelic and have expectations, really, because that is more dangerous than helpful, in my opinion.

I sat on the couch to start out, and as I placed that small white square paper (one “dose”) under my tongue, my heart was already thumping harder, but not so much that I felt uneasy. I felt chilled by my anticipation. About forty-five minutes later, the first noticeable change I experienced originated within my legs. They felt tingly, yet in a visual sense... though, a bodily sensation. It was as if I could see what I felt, though not literally. I described it as “streams of particles exiting my skin.” I felt giddy, like a child, and rather riveted by everything around me for no apparent reason, yet the mild hallucinations had not begun just yet. My eyes settled upon the wall in front of me, and I recall noticing it seeming shinier, translucent almost. Instead of the usual light blue, the bottom half of the wall appeared pink and certainly glossier. I initially rationalized the change in color to be due to the pink bookcase against the wall, but then it was questioned... How could a matte surface reflect upward on a wall? And more significantly, why did I firstly rationalize this abnormality? Was I already subconsciously in denial of what was occurring? What does that indicate...? And along with that, I noted that the light outside the window given off by nearby houses and street lights looked electric blue... how could that be? Surely, the LSD was finally having a notable influence on my vision. Around the same time, I noticed that the music playing in the background seemed to be more amplified and richer, yet those two words still do not accurately describe the auditory transformations. In any song, there are a multitude of aspects: the lyrics, the rhythm, the chords, etc.—all of these form the song. Yet I heard very little of any of those features. Instead, I heard the vibrations within the music... I saw the wavelengths with my ears, and they consumed and overcame the lyrics, rhythm, and chords, and yet this was not at all unpleasant—quite the opposite.

Though fascinated to an extent, my first truly startling moment came about when I stood up and walked a few paces, observing the room in a counter-clockwise motion. The walls around me seemed to bend, their dimensions changing very slightly, yet fluidly. They appeared wobbly, but still only marginally. I felt I could have thrown a quarter at the wall, and it would have made sense for it bounce and ricochet out of sight. That was enough to cause me to sit down instantly, not fearful, but certainly stunned. Not quite ready to stand again, I observed a picture of a sunset on a phone, and my eyes widened in sheer astonishment once more. The wisps of clouds within the photo appeared to be swimming. The picture had come to life before my eyes. Akin to the movement, the brightness and contrast of the colors were amplified, especially amongst the orange and yellow. They were glowing—illuminated. That picture, with its three-dimensional qualities, appeared far more real than any sunset I had witnessed, even in person.

I could not tear away my gaze for what felt like a long while... which brings me to my next notable phenomenon: time. I’ve heard many claims that time does not exist while under the spell of this substance. I concur, but only to an extent. Yes, time is not thought of in the usual way, with universal measurements... hours, minutes, even seconds... those units are somehow insignificant, useless. I would go as far as to say that the clock is looked upon in disdain for those seeking to veer away from comfort, from normalcy, from the world of stupor. For one having a frightening time, I could see them deriving comfort from a clock, because it may ground them. How I measured the passing moments is best compared to being at a fair, with various booths of interest. I would be drawn to an object, I would admire this object, and then I would move on to the next curiosity, all while paying no attention to time. For all I knew, I spent a lifetime with each “display,” until satisfied with the data I collected and the relationship I created. It sounds incredibly silly to say that now, as I sit here, typing away in a dull room... that I “created a relationship” with each object I was drawn to, but there’s no other way to term it. I felt at “one” with everything. I was desperate to familiarize myself with every detail of the entities I was lured to. It was of great importance that I do that, that I occupy myself with my surroundings as much as possible; I was a child in wonder. I felt both tall and small simultaneously—tall in physical relation to my surroundings, but small in relation to the significance of my surroundings. This does not mean that I myself felt insignificant. No, because as I found significance in my environment, my environment in turn blessed me with significance. Truly, it was a symbiotic and peaceful bond. I deemed my surroundings sacred, in the truest sense of the word, and in return, my surroundings deemed me worthy of its secrets and treasures. I readily indulged.

From this point onward, I don’t think I can give an accurate order of the events which transpired, as my experience floats farther and farther from my consciousness, almost dream- like now. Though, I can describe some the events and visions that stick out the most, but again... I cannot do them justice. I recall feeling an impulse to draw patterns. I witnessed patterns all around me, on the walls, on the ceiling, in the carpet, especially. I felt the patterns on the carpet as if they were tactile works of art. And so it only made sense to create these patterns to the best of my ability, to give them a voice, to set them free. I drew upon a square piece of wood, and I felt incredibly driven and focused. Nothing could have snatched my enthusiasm from me. I saw the lines and curves before I drew them. I was tracing more than I was drawing. I drew with crayons; I needed color, and I needed specific colors. At times, I felt frustrated, because the color I needed did not exist. But aside from that, I was mesmerized by my creation. The lines and curves danced as I traced, urging me on, casting inspiration with each stroke. I recall uttering two phrases, word for word, as I created... “I don’t know what I’m drawing, but it makes sense” and “It’s whatever I want it to be.” Both phrases were spoken with a knowing smile.

In my kitchen, the wood floors, the counter, and the wooden cabinets caught my attention the most. I had to run my fingertips across the cabinet to the right of the sink, for the sound that gave enraptured me—again, a rich sound. The etchings within the wood mutated and wavered. The minute spots on the counter wiggled and wormed their way around. They appeared to be under a microscope. When I stepped outside onto my deck, the trees held my gaze at first. Perhaps the most magnificent illusion of all, they appeared to be wilting and then re-growing right before my eyes. I stared unabashedly, beholding the life cycle of these trees. Since it was dim out, I only saw their silhouettes, but that was more than enough. The sky, although dark, somehow appeared lit as well. To my right, there were city lights, and just like the phone picture, they were livelier than normal.

Throughout my journey, for whatever reason, I craved juice, particularly orange juice. I also needed to be chewing. I ate a bagel and drank some tea and savored every bite and drop. I scarfed down the food, somehow not caring for the mess I created. The crumbs of cinnamon sugar from the bagel fell upon the lap of my pants and glistened like galaxies. I headed to the lowest level of the house at one point; I had a longing to play my drum kit. Before I could even begin playing, though, I reached out and touched the head of my snare drum. The sound it emitted was even more gratifying than that of the kitchen cabinet. With the tip of the drum stick, I made small spirals on the drum, hypnotized once more by the resonance it presented me. I hit each piece of the set—the crash symbols, the tom drums, the ride. Each sound seemed to tell a story with the vibrations that washed over me, cleansing me somehow. Eventually, I found a song on my phone to play to, hooking it up to the speakers. I played along with the song, and wasn’t surprised to find that my levels of concentration and imagination trumped any other time I had sat down to play. I felt extraordinarily energized, bursting with passion.

I felt extraordinarily energized, bursting with passion.

 Yes, passion... I did not need to open my eyes to play, so I closed them. With my eyes closed, a globe of transparent colors—yellow and orange—somehow came into sight. Were they auras of some sort? What did it mean? The colors cloaked the rotating sphere. I felt as though I had the ability to play faster and with more precision. I was no longer human, just a ball of resolute energy. I dove into the pulse and was lost, but blissfully so.

When I looked in the mirror for the first time, my features—each feature—was altered slightly, but at a state of constant change. Though, each alteration was only slight, but enough to where I could see a difference if I looked at my face as a whole. This did not disturb me. It fascinated me. The lights in the bathroom radiated an unknown assortment of color... perhaps a green-yellow combination, but again, there is no name for the color(s). As I glanced at the carpet, patterns still danced across the surface, morphing and intertwining. Everything was in a constant state of metamorphosis, a constant state of life. I was endlessly transfixed. And my thoughts were running parallel to the patterns, endlessly morphing from one subject to the next. The only difference was my thoughts were sporadic, while the patterns seemed to have more of a fluid system, a structured and predetermined plan to their program.

"To use your head, you have to go out of your mind.”

The whole pretense of my experience seemed to revolve around things disappearing... then reappearing... then disappearing... then reappearing, but not in the sense that they would be gone entirely, and then back entirely—all disappearances and reappearances were nuances. It was as if I was examining life and death endlessly. The theme: change, with its inevitability and beauty. Change: with its discomfort and devastation. Yet I was comfortable with my discomfort. I was the companion of my devastation. For because of my knowledge of its inevitable nature, I sought to bond with it, to learn of it, to love it. I did not seek to fade it; I embraced it in its entirety. This paradox, this comfort derived from discomfort, gifted me with peace.

𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘

“If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.”

𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘

“A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.”

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 113899

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Jan 20, 2020	Views: 716

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LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

It was Spring of 1993.  It was my 3rd year away at school.  I was involved in a tumultuous relationship that was formed under the influence of Ecstasy, LSD, and alcohol.

My then boyfriend ( I will refer to him as Ryan ) and I had been arguing over several issues.  We both came from broken homes, and several character flaws and insecurities.  Ryan and I  had both done our fair share of X, acid, shrooms and other substances in our first 3 years in college.  He was the first guy I met when I moved into my apartment, thus; opening up a whole new world to me.  These new experiences started off great.  Then things seem to get a little out of control.  We did more drugs and stopped focusing on school.

We started hanging out with a new group of people and one guy in particular that seemed to have a strange effect on people.  He had a somewhat of an evil presence to him, and because of that I did not trust him. He had given me a ring of his to wear.  One night while tripping, I saw the most amazing stuff in this ring.  There were words that spoke to me.  The next day I took it off. He gave the ring to a few people. Yet no one wanted it.  It was almost as if we tried to get rid of it, and it was just keep coming back. My boyfriend was intrigued by him, and mentioned some strange things that occurred while they tripped together.  I didn’t believe him until it happened between my boyfriend and I.

It was a Saturday night, and my boyfriend suggested that we take some strips of LSD.  We decided to drop around 10pm and lock ourselves in my room, so that we could “talk” about our relationship problems.

We began to peak and the conversation grew deeper.  We really began to examine how we felt about one another, good and bad. At one point I went to talk to my roommate.  She was upset with me at the time, as she didn’t approve of me getting back together with Ryan, even though they had been best friends prior to my relationship with him.

As I was in her room, I lost focus of the conversation.  The room grew even darker and I felt as if my mind was about to go into another dimension. A dimension that I feared I may not come back from.  As I had seen friends go on a trip and never fully return to reality.  I fought this in my mind and got myself together.  It was scary to feel as though I was loosing control.  I felt as if my mind was going into a black hole.  Somewhere that I would loose control of myself and not know what I would be doing or saying.  It took a strong mind to fight myself back to the reality of where I was and that I was just tripping, hard.

I got up and went back into the room with Ryan.  We began talking again, then it happened.  We began talking without moving our lips.  We both realized we were talking telepathically.  It became very intense, as there was nothing to hide about how I felt about him.  He asked me (with out speaking) if I really loved him.  My thoughts began to say, NO.  I didn’t speak it, but could see him getting upset by what he just read in my mind.

 I didn’t speak it, but could see him getting upset by what he just read in my mind.

  I quickly changed what I was thinking in my head. We couldn’t believe we were talking without speaking.  I was also worried I would be stuck like this forever, and he would always know what I was thinking.

We walked downstairs to find my roommate getting breakfast.  She was mad at both of us.  Ryan and I discussed to each other, in our minds how we felt about her.  I couldn’t believe that we could communicate like this.  It was amazing, yet frightening at the same time.

As the acid wore off, so did this 6th sense.  For a few days after the experience, I could almost sense what someone was going to say.  It was exhilarating, but also the last time I did LSD.  I felt my mind had enough, and I moved on and vowed to not do it again.  My 3yrs of consistent use came to an end.

To this day, if I tell the story, everyone looks at me as if it was just a hallucination.  But, you can’t have a conversation with someone without speaking and the two of you call it a shared hallucination.  It happened. I’m confident about that. The LSD that night opened up a new part of our brains, which most people don’t ever experience.  It was an amazing experience.

Exp Year: 1993	ExpID: 73933

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Jan 23, 2020	Views: 792

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


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

		   T+ 0:45
		 150 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 1:00
		 50 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:00

		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

So basically me and my friend T (having this been his second time trying psychedelics) thought that a night spent in my room with some amazing LSD, and some tested MDMA crystals would be a hoot and a holler. The night starts at around 9:30 when we both ingest 2 100ug blotter tabs of LSD and put on some color changing screens and pass around our wax cartridge waiting for the acid to hit. I’ve taken LSD probably 15 times up to 700 ug,  MDMA 4 times up to 250 mg, and mushrooms 4 times up to around 4 dried grams, I figured I would be prepared to candy flip for the first time.

I figured I would be prepared to candy flip for the first time.

T+00:45 beginning to feel the effects but only the body load and slight visual distortion, this is when I put the 200 milligrams of MDMA into a water bottle and drink 3/4 of the chemically tasting water and think I’ll wait another 15 minutes before I drink the rest.

T+01:00 I drink the rest of the water and the LSD is slowly taking hold. The color changing screen slowly develops patterns over it and the same pattern begins to cover my whole room as the screen changes colors slowly and fluidly. This is extremely exciting.

T+01:30 everything is love. The only emotion I feel is love. The tactile sensations are almost orgasmic. Everything I touch feels as if it has more depth. I can feel the ridges in my fingers and it’s almost as if the MDMA has added another set of patterns around the room, at this point we were still sitting in my room with no music, just talking. This is when I come to the realization that I neeeeeeed to put on music. I grab a speaker and headphones for later.

T+1:40 I begin to play ASTROWORLD by Travis Scott and the bass feels like it’s knocking around my room, the highs feel higher and more beautiful, the lows feel more full and warming. The music euphoria is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. After the first few songs in the album I change the music to the song entertainment by Phoenix and this is where I truly realized how beautiful music can be, as I lay in my room with my eyes wide open staring at the complex and changing patterns on my ceiling and smiling uncontrollably. Yet I don’t feel overly energized like MDMA usually makes me feel, I feel very content and relaxed, almost locked into my bed.

T+02:30 at this point I’ve sat back up and talked to T again who has been enjoying the color changing screen and music as much as I have. This is when I decide I want to go out to my basement living room and lay on my giant beanbag in complete darkness with a very soft blanket and see what I will see. I bring my headphones and begin to play the song I sat by the ocean by queens of the Stone Age and this is when I realize how powerful these two compounds can be especially when mixed. I can feel the music moving through my whole body, the guitar has completely taken me. The visuals were absolutely amazing. I could see anything I wished to see, if I laid there and thought about beautiful colors, my vision would fill with bright, almost neon fractal patterns, almost making me forget where I was at the time. Simply breathtaking.

T+03:00 as I’m laying there, feeling the music, and enjoying the beautiful colors I realize how hard my jaw is clenching, it probably looks like I’m chewing a massive piece of gum, but I don’t care, it feels so amazing I can’t even fight it.

T+03:15 still out on the bean bag, listening to A$AP rockys album “testing” the feeling almost seems to die down at the snap of a finger. I literally felt as if there was a pop, and the feeling was then less intense. Feeling my first bit of sadness in hours, I realize this is not going to be like this forever, but I quickly get over it and continue to enjoy the music and the still very intense visuals. Soon I forget all about the loss of feeling because the visuals are still equally as intense.

T+04:00 the MDMA has died down quite a bit by now but I still have intense music euphoria and the visuals are still breathtaking. This is when I go back into my room and find T laying with all the lights off and with headphones in with a huge grin on his face. I turn the lights on and he looks up at me and smiles and just says “I’m tryna Chief that pen right about now” and I remember about the cartridge. I take 4 huge hits and pass it to him. I could feel the music change again and I could tell that the THC was definitely going to boost this feeling.

T+05:00 not much has changed, me and t are still in my room talking and laughing about basically anything. We put the color changing screen back on and begin to discuss the evening. Visuals are dying down but I still have intense music euphoria. Almost as if the MDMA isn’t going to completely come off until the LSD does as well. That’s one reason why I enjoyed this combination so much, I feel as if it extended the MDMA high. We continue talking and listening to music for the next 2 hours until we both feel as if we could start to drift to sleep.

T+07:00 usually if I take LSD without weed I can’t sleep for around 8-10 hours. But at around the 7 hour mark I feel very relaxed and very tired. I fall asleep at probably the 7:45 mark and do so while listening to music the sound that MDMA gives to music is by far my favorite moment throughout the night, it was unlike any other time I’ve taken it.

T+14:00 after a good night sleep I wake up and feel no negative effects.

T+14:00 after a good night sleep I wake up and feel no negative effects.

 I have a very pleasant afterglow. Music is still more satisfying, I wouldn’t say it is anywhere near the same, but still better then normal. The LSD has completely warn off.

Overall this was by far my favorite experience ever. Greatly due to the fact that I spent it with such a great friend. Music has still never quite gone back, and I have absolutely no problem with it. It’s almost as if I’ve just developed a much greater appreciation for music, I have not used MDMA since, as I only use it once every couple of months. I’ve continued to use LSD once a month and it is still as beautiful as always.  I cannot say I recommend this experience unless a person is experienced and has great respect for these powerful substances.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 114066

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Feb 24, 2020	Views: 1,018

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

This trip is from a couple years ago, when I was first starting to try psychedelics. At the time, I had only ever tripped once with some friends on some shrooms and half a tab, which was fun, but uneventful. This time I was tripping by myself in my dorm. My mind was in a pretty good place at the time, although I didn't really know how to judge if I was in a good headspace anyways, being so inexperienced with psychedelics. I wrote almost all of this during the trip as it was happening, it is totally unedited besides a few spots marked ASIDE and the last bit.

10:15 - Take 1 tab

10:35 - Swallow the tab

10:46 - noticing colors more and more

11:30 - haven't come up that much more, take another half tab

11:50 - not feeling much, smoked some weed

11:51 - holy shit I’m high

ASIDE: At this point I decided to stop time stamping everything because it didn't really make sense to me why I had been doing it in the first place, time felt less important than it did before

time felt less important than it did before

. The rest of this takes place over probably about 6 hours, taking long breaks between paragraphs and sometimes cutting off mid sentence and coming back to it.

Acid Just makes me feel like there is no floor and I keep falling but not at all in a bad way like I love it. I’ve just lost any sort pf reference frame for anything, I just keep asking why and I keep going down deeper.

Objectively: I’m watching moana and trying to think of it without any of the assumptions that might come from like society or even just the consequences of being more technologically advanced, and it’s really mind blowing. Just trying to experience it as an indigenous person who has lived their whole life on an island. I feel like I’m truly experiencing it.

I feel like I’ve removed myself from myself. This is wild. I’m either super high or this movie is incredible. I just feel like I’m falling from idea to idea.

I’m trying to hold on but I can’t hold on to reality

Consciousness feels like doing the Euler method for a differential equation

I’m like seeing each differential band of everything and it produces the next one and like based on that given differential band, there is only one new one that can be produced

There’s another dimension if I walk through my wall I’m pretty sure, but I can’t walk through walls you know

Wow what has this become

Back to moana this is unreal. I’m tripping so hard. This is surreal I’m watching the scene with the crab and the crab looked absolutely nuts. Now maui has a shark head the water just washed over me. It’s like I’m experiencing this I’m gonna stop trying to put this into words because I can’t this is mind ripping. I’m listening to new constellations [ASIDE: by Ryn Weaver, great song, especially when tripping] while watching what for a second I assumed was the climax because I just felt it, but it wasn’t I just I’ve lost all perception

Right now I’m just trying to hold onto what is real, but

The rest of this is retrospective, written 2.5 years later

Around this point, things started to get really hard for me. I hadn't left my dorm except once to go to the bathroom pretty early on and I was starting to legitimately doubt that the world outside of my trip had ever existed. I eventually left my dorm to go try to talk to a friend and maybe try to ground myself again, which helped, but speaking coherently was very difficult as was understanding what the other person was communicating to me. After I had talked to someone and also come down a little bit, I started googling stuff trying to figure how normal what I was experiencing was and to see if I would ever feel normal again. At the time I thought I had experienced ego death, but I am less convinced of this as time goes on, because people generally speak of ego death as a peaceful revelation or epiphany, but it was quite intense and quite scary for me. After a couple days I started to feel normal again though and it was all fine.

Overall, I think back on this as a generally positive experience, despite how difficult the end was.

Overall, I think back on this as a generally positive experience, despite how difficult the end was.

 I've tripped several times since then and having this experience under my belt and being able to read the report I wrote during has really helped me reassure myself when I start to fall into thought loops and bad trip stuff. What I really like about this trip report is how strongly it simulates what acid feels like. I don’t know if it’s only because I lived it myself or if other people will feel the same way reading it, but when I read this, it makes me feel like I’m tripping again, and the way the format sort of deteriorates as the trip goes on is very evocative of how acid feels to me, which is why I decided to share it.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 114098

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Feb 25, 2020	Views: 1,009

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), General (1), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 10 mg
		 insufflated
		 2C-T-7
		 (powder / crystals)

My friends and I had a turbulent and highly variable experience yesterday combining approx 400 micrograms of ingested LSD and approx 10mg of insufflated 2C-T-7.

Brief background: we are all in our 30s, range from rather small to rather large in size. We are all mentally stable yet far from normal. There was one woman in the group. Only I have traveled the length and breadth of the psychedelic landscape in the past, but the other travelers had all had a good bit of experience. We had recently (as in 2 weeks ago) come off the back of a glorious acid trip on a mountain.

We began this trip early in the day with 2 blotters each, in a domestic setting.

We began this trip early in the day with 2 blotters each, in a domestic setting.

 The plan was to add the 2C-T-7 into the mix, experience a substantial peak behind closed doors, and then head out to enjoy the tail end in public places.

We had all done acid before, and most of us had combined acid with ecstasy to good outcomes. I had tried 2C-T-7 a few times and found it unremarkable though effective.

Once we laid out and snorted the 2C-T-7 time became very hard to judge. At best I would say that the first 15~30 mins everybody was having an excellent time, sitting around listening to The Flaming Lips' version of Dark Side of the Moon. All but me were tripping as hard as they ever had, but even for me I could feel this to be very full-on. Indeed, I was the first to throw up.

Then it slowly became apparent that one among us was really struggling with this combo – physically. Her body temperature was way up, and she had trouble communicating and moving. It was certainly a cause for concern. Not least because the rest of us we were barely capable of either diagnosing or attending to the needs of person in the midst of medical problem.

When the puke hit the floor, a voice of wisdom prevailed – her body is still doing its job and knows that it is fighting a battle; therefore, the worst is over. She should be fine as long as she stabilizes. And she did, physically, though still in a lot of discomfort.

Somebody had to clean up that sick. And who'd have thought it? The act of cleaning up that sick ended up being my personal highlight of the day. After scooping up the surface layer I got to cleaning the carpet with a wet towel. I'm not a musician, yet as I rubbed that wet towel across the carpet I felt I was in the midst of composing a symphony. The sound and sensation shook me to my core. It was fucking awesome.

But then, she started crying. And not in a good way. Things basically went from bad to worse. The person best suited to comfort her had entered into his own extended session of vomiting. And the one person who was yet to vomit was becoming overwhelmed by the physical and emotional carnage around him. Try as I might I could not rein in the chaos that was breaking out around me.

It was a hard few hours. But in the end it was a textbook example that bad trips do end. Our sick and crying friend did have a bad day, mostly due to intense uterine contractions (caused by LSD but exacerbated by the 2C-T-7?), but by the end was able to smile about it. Our other friend went from being overwhelmed, to disturbed, and that mental and emotional torment took a long time to settle – but he was fine in the end.

And the next day, the guy who had mostly sat on the sidelines, only giving us glimpses of what he was going through, wrote this:

“Crying is understandable. When you're cruising along through familiar waters and are suddenly torn from those waters and thrust through and beyond the cradling atmosphere into the raw void, it's all right to cry. After all, we were hurtling through space at the speed of mind. She lay cheek-slammed against the wood floor, her body fetal, and like a helpless, worried traveler, I crouched over her saying words. Words that, though I understood, I could not comprehend the meaning of – the individual sounds as they combined to form words baffled me. It's ok. Sometimes traveling can make you sick. And sometimes you feel like you're giving birth. Shattering sobs shook her, and her hair clung like a spider web to her wet brow. We were building toward something. Her wailing was jet fuel, propelling us deeper into space. The rough journey worked us all over – I mean, who of us was actually prepared for space travel that day?

We thought we'd go to the mall, or throw a frisbee in the park, or maybe play with the puppies at the pet store. We had a list, and it was summarily forgot. Our untrained bodies and minds rebelled and responded appropriately. She couldn't make it to the bathroom, and I made it only as far as the kitchen sink. Where were we going? Silence heralded our arrival. She had stopped crying, and the roiling rings of Jupiter swirled beyond her. The floor held her there and kept her from falling into the planet. My other fellow travelers moved about the apartment, and as long as they kept their feet planted on the floor or sat on the bed or on a chair, they, too, were held in place – as I was – in orbit of Jupiter. It was everywhere, just beyond the walls. The door frames and the floor were the limit of our ship – beyond that nothing but the humming silence of a turning planet. There was no shadow of night on the surface – and yet I never saw my own shadow. My eyes traveled through and around and up and down Jupiter's bands of raging storms, and though I searched for the horizon, I never found it. We were too close. Jupiter was everywhere. My fellow travelers passed before the planet like moons, and my orbit was so close to theirs I thought we might crash into one another. But Jupiter held us all in perfect alignment by its concordant whispers and hums. How long I stayed there marveling at the beauty of the planet I don't know – I could've stayed longer. I would've liked to. Jupiter sings in my memory, and I can't help but wonder what the other planets sound like.”

Clearly the combination of LSD &amp; 2C-T-7 is not for everyone. Please tread carefully.

Of the four of us there that day, one was having a miserable time, one a hard time, one a good time against the odds, and one an extraordinary experience to the extent that the troubles of the day were essentially viewed from orbit and didn't seem that bad.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 97602

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 35

Published: Feb 27, 2020	Views: 1,456

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2C-T-7 (54), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Second Hand Report (42), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)


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

		   T+ 0:00
		 800 mg
		 sublingual
		 Smarts - Phenibut

		   T+ 4:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

		   T+ 7:30
		 23 mg
		 smoked
		 Changa

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I haven’t had a proper trip in about a year (only micro / mini doses) and the time felt ripe to delve back in. I have been struggling on and off with opiate / kratom addiction for several years and have just quit again after a relapse of a two or three of months. I managed to avoid any serious withdrawal through tapering down slowly, switching from Codeine to Kratom Leaf to Stem and Vein and have been completely clean for three days now, bar one or two lope for unpleasant gastric issues. With it being a new decade, and the beginning of the new university semester, I feel that I need to reset my brain to a more positive mode. I don’t have a specific goal for this trip other than trying to rediscover the wonder and beauty in life; to witness the inherent joy that exists without the aid of the forced contentment of opiates.

08.10am (T+0.00): Take 1.5 Simpsons tabs (advertised as 140ug each but my personal estimate is 120 - 150ug for the two in total). I also take roughly 800mg Phenibut FAA sublingually as I am still feeling some effects of opioid withdrawal and I believe even a small dose like this may help cover up some of those lingering negative effects.

(T+1.00): The first signs are starting to come on. There is a shift in the atmosphere, my body is beginning to hum with new sensations and my thought is starting to loosen. I lie in bed and listen to my mum and her boyfriend speak briefly while getting ready to leave for work. It strikes me that communication is about acknowledgment. We communicate largely in order to have our being recognised by another being; we do this by speaking to another, showing them that we acknowledge their existence in the hope that they will acknowledge ours. The phatic function of speech is essential and the information often inconsequential.

(T+2.00) It is coming up to election time here and I got embroiled in a political discussion with my girlfriend regarding her accountant brother's defence of the current leading party’s neoliberal economic model. My cognitive abilities don’t seem to have been impaired to any substantial degree so far. My mind was jumping from concept to concept faster than usual and the connections where coming a bit easier, but it was all very coherent. The political discourse detracted from my experience of the trip as it became the focal point of my mind.

I always find LSD to be pretty underwhelming from a visual perspective, for me it is in its psychological capacity that its true beauty shines.

I always find LSD to be pretty underwhelming from a visual perspective, for me it is in its psychological capacity that its true beauty shines.

Visually; I have some mild tracers, colours are more vivid and there is a slightly 3D shimmering quality to images. Textures are more apparent and heightened pattern recognition is definitely present. Everything has that acid sheen to it.

It’s a beautiful day for a trip. It is a fresh February morning, the sun is shining with that clear white light of early spring, touches of warmth beginning to show in the renewed green vibrancy of leaves. Life begins to slowly awaken, flies yet again dance around the dewy morning grass, ephemeral. Birds sit on barren branches, buds showing promise on the woody vestibules reaching towards the clear sky. But the chill of winter is still in the air- old father death breathing rebirth into the spring breeze.

(T+2.25) I hope I wasn’t coming on too ideologically with my partner when talking about politics earlier on. I did stress the point that I am ideological and that so is her brother or anyone else trying to influence her, to try and make her aware of the ideology behind arguments. She needs to make her own informed decision.

But, is it really possible to talk about politics without getting ideological? Any attempt to political objectivity is ideological, because the very premise of politics is ideology. Proclaiming to be unideological and political is a contradiction in terms. This logical fallacy is only possible to maintain on the premise that there is some sort of epistemological political truth ie. one omnipotent ur-ideology that is true way of living. Which is by no stretch a highly charged ideological standpoint.

(T+2.45) Synchronicity or not? The postman just arrived with a book on Politics for my partner and a copy of Hakim Bey’s T.A.Z. for a friend. Dear god, am I becoming an ideologue?

(Approx. T+4.00) I decided to go out for a walk down to the beach.

Looking out at the flowing forms and mounds made in the sand from the shifting tide made me think about how the landscape is in constant flux and chaos. But chaos produces pattern and order, just like the beautiful forms left in the sand; order and pattern does exist but it is transient and never fixed.

I stopped at a few quiet spots along the way to smoke pipes of beautiful Ketama hashish and absorb the view.

Walking by the rocks on Poolbeg beach is better than any art exhibition. Each rock is so masterful in its artistry. The complexity of pattern, colour, texture is overwhelmingly exquisite. The beauty of the assemblage of a multitude of archaic minerals forged together over aeons to form these rocks is astounding to me. I catch myself getting very engrossed in the various rocks and their layers and textures, I have to watch myself every now and then so as to not appear too outside of the realms of consensus behaviour…

The colours are vibrant lilac - metallic shimmering greens - shades of rust and orange - amazing turquoise and electric yellow lichen - cut with veins of quartz crystal.

The dance of life and decay create art.

(T+5.30): The trip has primarily been expansive, clear and calm. The headspace is very lucid but with a tendency towards poetics and complexity.

(T+5.50): It’s difficult to describe how the visuals manifest. There is no patterning, no obvious halo-ing or such. Everything just takes on a form of heightened beauty and significance; in what feels like a true sense, the image does not appear distorted - just as it is.  The world isn’t altered in any way, only my perception of it.

(T+7.30): The swirling tones of Terry Riley’s Shri Camel play in the background and I decide to weigh up 23mg of changa (60% DMT) …

A feeling of full body bliss and beatific euphoria - of beingness - a warm euphoria of the soul. Home.

I smoked the remaining 57mg of my stash of changa hoping that the LSD would help push me to break through. The swirling geometric patterning became overwhelming along with the physical rush. I fell back and succumbed to it. There was a feeling of a force, a pull, and the immersive geometry was astounding, but it was disjointed and ultimately devoid of any intelligible meaning. In the end it fell short of the breakthrough I was looking for and was instead just a powerful sub-breakthrough experience. I missed the breakthrough this time and was left at the precipice, but my trust in lady DMT has been restored and I will reach for that entrance next time. It has added a definite lingering extra layer of psychedelia. The headspace and visual residue are calm and pleasant.

The rest of the evening I just chilled out, read, watched a bit of TV and smoked hash.

Overall it was a very pleasant, clear and gentle trip; I look forward to the next experience.

The Afterglow: over the following days I was left with a sense of heightened mental clarity and complexity of thinking. Like I had consumed nutrients for the brain.

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 114083

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 29

Published: Mar 3, 2020	Views: 882

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		 4 - 7
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 DMT

At the time when this story takes place, I was decently familiar with psychedelics like mushrooms and LSD, and I'd done smaller amounts of DMT before, but this was ths first time I'd ever mixed psychedelics. At the time, I was going through depression due to a breakup that happened around a year before that. I had low self esteem, and I developed a habbit of drinking enough beer to get buzzed every day. I decided early on one day that I wanted to dose 1 tab of LSD, so I brought some with me to the skatepark. My intention was to have a fun trippy time with some friends who may have wanted to do it  with me.

I was riding at the skatepark when I saw an old friend (J). I used to work with him in a different city, so I was suprised to see him there. We chatted for a while and I asked if he wanted to dose LSD with me, and he said "of course" and asked me if his friend (whom I've never met) can join us. I said "of course, a friend of yours is a friend of mine." A few hours later, we went to grab my guitar from my house and went to a golf course nearby. All three of us dosed 1 tab each at this time. About an hour after we dosed, I started feeling the typical onset I usually do. My thoughts were coming and going faster and analyzing other thoughts, and what others were saying. I started feeling bad vibes were coming onto me which were triggered by me thinking about my ex-girlfriend, and could have also been influenced by J's friend being a little provocative and sarcastic and a bit disrespectful during the incline of the LSD. J noticed I was quiet and was a little off, so he asked me "what's wrong, man?" and I said "I don't know. I think I just need some beer." I decided I was determined that alcohol would be the solution to my weird unsettling vibes, and calm my thoughts down. We went to the liquor store to buy a 24-pack of beer and went right back to the same spot at the golf course. I was drinking beer after beer and didn't seem to be able to get buzzed at all.

I was drinking beer after beer and didn't seem to be able to get buzzed at all.

 It seemed that the LSD had too much control over my thoughts. So I drank more.

We were just hanging out and smoking cannabis, and I was trying to get into playing my guitar. At some point, J asked me, did you bring your DMT? And I said "NOO, there's no way we're doing that right now." He said "not for you, for me." So I threw the container to him, and he said "I don't know how to pack it though, can you do it for me?" So I packed it for him. I was thinking, "This isn't for me, and he wants to trip out. I'm going to send him in DEEP." so I eyeballed what I thought was quite a large amount, and used a normal marijuana spoon pipe. I put some parsley on the bottom of the bowl to cover the hole, sprinked the DMT on the parsley, and put another (decently thick) layer of parsley on the top. Before I handed it to him, I just stared at it, thinking something like, "This is such a powerful bowl, just one toke away and this will send anyone in..." and while I was staring at it, he just said "do it, man.". Without giving it any further thought, I sparked the lighter, (and stopped the flame as soon as the parsley caught ember) and toked it like it was the last toke I was ever going to smoke. I smoked about 90% of what was in the bowl. I held in the smoke and anticipated 10 seconds, counting "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8.." and I exhaled...

At first everything started pulsating and flickering white brighter and brighter, while turning into a huge sphere around me. Then, all the space around me became sort of an upwards, spherical tunnel with layers, like floors. It was like I'd unlocked the the secret control room of the universe, and I saw the layers of the multiverse, and I had an unnerving sense that I was about to have an accidental sneak peak at something I wouldn't be ready for.

I had an unnerving sense that I was about to have an accidental sneak peak at something I wouldn't be ready for.

  There was a top and a bottom to this spherical space, like an up and a down, sort of like a tunnel. Maybe more like an oval. I looked around, and geometric visions were flowing around like snakes, and they were just flowing up and down through this deep spacial abyss. I was in such intense awe and I drifted into a state of mumbling and moaning, and basically lost all sense of consciousness and sense of identity and humanness altogether, while still visibly awake, moving and making weird moany noises. Then it seemed like J was putting me into a trance by mumbling with me, "you good bro?" and I said "I'm goooodd ..." and he said "yeeeaaah, you gooood?..."  and said "yeeeaaa..." I felt so hypnotized into a trance, but I do vaguely recall this moment.

Then, out of the blue, he asked me, "so how was it?" and BAM. I woke from the trance, looked at my hands, realized I was a human, looked around and responded, "how was what??" At this point, I had no idea what was going on, or why my memory seemed to have dissapeared, like I woke up from getting knocked unconscious. He specified, "That fat hit of DMT you just smoked, man!? How was it?!" This shocked me, and I started to chuckle through realizing what just happened (for about 3 seconds) and then I burst into tears. For those 3 seconds, this thought process went through my head: I realized, "I'm alive, I'm a human, this was all a DMT trip" and then I remembered who I was and everything I knew again (that was attached to my identity), and I was back on earth. I then thought about the experience I just had while I was fully immersed, and couldn't hold myself together and burst into tears of awe, serenity, and love for the universe, and everything and everyone in it. I gave away the rest my psychedelics after that, but I kept my weed, for that was the only drug I felt was most important to me after that. I thought I would never want to smoke DMT again after that, but I was absolutely glad I did it.

I was in such a brotherly-loving mood. I said, "give me a hug man! I f'n love you bro!" and I hugged him so hard, like aggressive love. I then turned to his friend and said "you got bad vibes man! But I still love you though!" His vibes were bothering me the whole night in general, and I didn't want him to take it personal but I felt the need to be honest with him and let everything out to everyone. Perhaps that wasn't necessary to say to him, but at the time, I felt like being my most honest self was the right thing to do, and I didn't see any bad reprocussions coming from it. I basically spent the rest of the night raving about my experience after I'd some time to process it. I felt the need to try so hard to explain to them what I saw and felt during the experience, and I couldn't get over how mind-blowing and full of astonishment and awe it was.

It was getting late so we decided to leave and I finally started to feel buzzed after that, like I released whatever was holding that back from me. J called another friend of his with a car to pick us up.  I was in the back seat just going on about my experience, then I spilling my lonely heart out to him (j), "I have so much romantic love and no one to give it to. I'm so lonely." I was so emotional and I felt like my soul was wide enough open to feel how I needed to feel.

I think I wasn't able to fully take everything the experience could have offered me because I was in a bad place mentally, and I was with someone I didn't know or trust, and I was drinking so much alcohol. I can't reflect too much on this because my focus was so hazy due to my depression at the time, and because it happened such a long time ago, and because I was drunk, even if I wasn't really feeling drunk at first. But what I can take from it is that I realized that I really wasn't over my ex-girlfriend and I realized the damage it caused my heart and soul. I realized I needed healing, and I know it didn't happen for me in this experience alone.

If I was in the right mind, I would have changed many aspects about my experience. (Despite the good effect I may have gotten from it.) My mind-set was terrible, which may have not been such a bad thing, considering it seemed to wider open my eyes to how I was feeling, and get a clearer perspective on my mental hang-ups deep inside. I still think I could have been smarter about a lot of the aspects of the experience.

Tripping during depression, with someone I just met, and while drinking alcohol are all things I would have liked to do differently.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 114122

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: Mar 4, 2020	Views: 1,244

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DMT (18), LSD (2), Alcohol - Beer/Wine (199) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Glowing Experiences (4), Depression (15), Relationships (44), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline
		 (daily)

		 3 cups
		 oral
		 Coffee
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 2 tablets
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cup
		 oral
		 Coffee
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

This trip took place in August of 2017. I was 19 and had just finished a long summer of teaching at a nearby tech college. Knowing I was going back to college in a week and that my family was out of town for the weekend, I wanted to end the summer with a bang. I’ve never been huge on ragers, though. My friends in high school were the “League of Legends and Team Fortress 2” type, I didn’t try alcohol or weed until my senior year of high school. Those first times were exciting stories in their own, but I digress.

Although I liked getting plastered just as much as the next college kid, I had a unique interest in psychedelics. I was a huge fan of cannabis, and while I had never tried a real “psychedelic”, I had been through intense out-of-body experiences after taking edibles and smoking large quantities of kief. I knew these were nothing compared to what magic mushrooms could make you experience, so I texted my “druggie friend” from high school to ask about them. He had taught me how to use a bong a year before this and had told me all about his experiences with alcohol, psychedelics, and hard drugs. I asked him if he knew where to get “mushies”, as he called them, and he was elated that I wanted to try them. He said he’d have them ready by the weekend, so I gave him some cash and he went on his way.

A couple days later he texted me and said his guy was out of mushrooms but had 3 hits of LSD left. He and I were told they were about 100 micrograms per tab, but when you’re buying illegal drugs you really never know for sure. He bought them at ten bucks a tab and gave them to me along with some change. I thanked him and went on my way.

The night I took them, I had smoked cannabis about two or three hours prior and still had the “hungry and tired” after effect from that. I had had a few cups of coffee that morning, and I was taking 200 mg Zoloft a day for my anxiety problems.

At about 6:00 PM, before my trip sitter had arrived, I put two tabs under my tongue. The tabs had a pretty purple and yellow geometric pattern printed onto them. They didn’t taste metallic (if it’s bitter, it’s a spitter), just like ink and paper, so I was confident it wasn’t NBOMe. After about 15 minutes of letting it dissolve I chewed the paper and swallowed them with a swig of water. I went inside and sat down on the living room couch with my dog. After petting him for about 20 or 30 minutes, I started to feel that “skin crawling” come-up buzz that some users mention. The closest thing I could compare it too is like I had one too many coffees before work and I'm very happy, but also jittery and on edge. No differences in visuals yet, so I knew I there was much more to come. After another 20 minutes or so, I noticed my dog’s hair looked… different. A tiny bit more colorful, a tiny bit shinier, but everything still looked somewhat normal. Then I looked at a map of a lake in Idaho that my parents had hung on our wall. The thin black borders on the coastline were morphing, moving in and out, the size and shape of the lake changing as I watched.

I was utterly fascinated and instantly fell in love with acid, but still felt a bit on edge from the come-up. I went outside with my dog and lit a small bowl of weed in my bubbler. It was sunny, dry, and probably mid-70’s. My dog laid down in the sun next to me, looking so peaceful and happy that I started giggling. What a good boy, I thought. After smoking the bowl, I got even more jittery and happy, which was not my intention but enjoyable nonetheless.

The next hour was relaxing, but relatively uneventful. Just listened to some laid-back rap music on my deck and browsed reddit, waiting for the visuals to really begin. The light coming from my laptop screen began to look vibrant and “plastic”, like a glossy comic book. After this hour passed, at about 8:00 PM, my friend arrived.

My friend and I had known each other since 7th grade when we met in Boy Scouts, and we still hung out a few times a week to smoke and chat and listen to music. He got there knowing my trip had already began, and was interested in hearing about it. As soon as he arrived I was talking at 100 miles per hour, and I knew it. I apologized for talking his ear off but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was a junior at a liberal arts college, so it wasn’t his first time trip sitting. Although he didn’t take any acid, he wasn’t planning on staying completely sober. We both pulled out our mason jars and grinders, then went out on the back porch to load his bong.

At this point I was getting noticeable visuals all the time. Water and liquids defracted light in the most peculiar way. My friend’s face has rays of light shooting out perpendicular to each other, and his face looked vibrantly pink and almost yellow at times. We started playing some Kendrick or Travis Scott or something as we smoked bowl after bowl. We were both heavy cannabis smokers, so after 3 or 4 hefty bowls with a bit of kief sprinkled in, we were feeling good and sedated. I wanted to try what I now call the ultimate hippy speedball: LSD, Cannabis, and Caffeine.

I brewed up some really nice pour-over coffee that my neighbor had roasted for me. For those that aren’t familiar with pour-overs, it’s like drip-coffee but for one cup at a time. The spinning and bubbling motion made by the hot water and coffee grounds was utterly mesmerizing, I gazed down the coffee pot for the whole 3 minutes it took to brew. I don’t remember whether or not I made a cup of coffee for my friend too, but I had a huge mug to myself and it tasted very good. The bitter flavor that usually comes with coffee wasn’t there in this cup, and it just tasted like electric chocolate, for lack of a better term. Although I was drinking it black, it tasted creamy and sweet, and it warmed my stomach in the most comforting way after swallowing.

My friend rolled a joint and we went out to my front yard, which bordered a thick forest. We walked down to the edge of the forest with our coffee and joint, and I was fascinated by how the trees moved in the wind. I asked my friend “how windy is it out here? I can’t tell how much of the tree movement is from the wind and how much of it is the acid.” My friend laughed and said the trees weren’t moving at all. They were also gradually changing colors - purple, blue, orange, bright green, and everything in between. The way it changed colors looked a lot like the music video for Jaden Smith’s “Watch Me”.

We joked about how funny it felt, just standing on the front lawn smoking a joint and sipping coffee. We walked back up to our front porch and sat on the steps. I grabbed my bluetooth speaker and put on NY State of Mind by Nas, my mind swaying back and forth with the piano and drums. As I looked down, I saw a beautiful geometric pattern spanning the entire driveway. The seemed to be made of hexagon and pentagons, somehow fitting together perfectly instead of leaving space in between like they usually would’ve. Staring at the driveway for too long would cause the pattern to fade and reappear differently in my peripheral vision a few seconds later. This was amazing, I didn’t understand why LSD was illegal. It gave me the curiosity of a kindergartener with the social confidence of a drunk high schooler.

We eventually went back inside, surprised to see that only an hour had passed since he arrived. Both of us too high to perceive time normally, so one hour felt like three or four. We went back outside and smoked for hours and hours, taking breaks to talk about school, politics, music, girls, my trip, whatever was on our minds. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, just appreciating the high. The visuals were stunning. Trees lining the horizon appeared to have been painted into the sky with watercolors, having smooth and natural edges, but with no distinct borders between each tree. The white fence going around my porch had vertical supports which vibrated in sync with the music like guitar strings.

At some point in the night we decided to listen to Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight, a hip-hop album by Travis Scott. It was already one of my favorite albums, and it had numerous references to psychedelics, so we figured it fit the occasion. What an experience. The transition from Sweet Sweet to Outside was incredible to listen to, and the last two songs on the album sent us off with a wonderful upbeat mindstate. It was late by now, the sun has gone down and there was only the dim, grey glow from moon illuminating the horizon. There were two one-person hammocks hung up next to the table, so we rolled another joint and sat in the hammocks, watching the stars and smoking to some rock and punk music. At some point Charlie Don’t Surf by The Clash came on, and I was mesmerized by the vocals and dreamy, twangy guitar sounds that echoed through my head.

Around midnight or 1:00 AM, my friend asked me how I was feeling. I was confident I had passed the peak, since I was five hours into the trip and having fewer visuals, so I told him I was good and he could go home whenever he was ready. We hung out for a bit longer, eventually packing up our stuff and heading inside when it got a little cold on the porch. After he went home, I went upstairs to my room with the dog, just listening to music and watching YouTube videos until I fell asleep. I still felt that energizing feeling I had during the come up, so I just got comfy and relaxed until I was sober enough to go to bed.

The next morning, aside from feeling a bit lethargic from smoking so much weed and staying up late, I felt great. I didn’t have any incredible introspective epiphanies or spiritual experiences, during the trip, just saw and heard many beautiful things. After some coffee and a walk, I felt refreshed and ready for the semester of college that lay ahead. I wouldn’t recommend this drug to everyone. If I wasn’t on my medication, or if had taken it in a place I wasn’t familiar with, I felt I could have easily had a panic attack. However, my surroundings were familiar and my trip sitter was a close friend, so I had a great time. A few months later I purchased Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight on vinyl because of this trip.

Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 111393

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Mar 22, 2020	Views: 3,191

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		 DOSE:

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD

		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I have since, and almost immediately did,  come to understand what went wrong, and that I am, and was, OK.

Hippie music festival, Labor Day 2009. After not getting much sleep the night before due to travel, my friends and I decide to take some liquid LSD. It was tried previously by the man that brought it, a close friend, and we knew it was good. I have also been taking LSD for some years and  no novice to the grip that it can have. I decided to have 2 hits, administered to my palm and then licked.

The crescendo to the peak was more intense than any peak I’ve ever had. Two female friends of mine who both took one hit and I were very laughy about the melting feeling we were experiencing.  That is until the melting became too much to handle. I literally felt as if I was growing roots and was becoming part of the ground.  Melting right into the ground.

That is when I began to fight it. The act on stage was a few well known rappers and the negativity of their set combined with the audio being off ( as I was to discover later ) made things all the worse. Things began to fade. I began to assume that the rooting to the ground feeling was what it felt like to die. Soon enough a friend of mine helped me off the ground and pulled me back for a moment. I felt as if she was ripping my roots from the soil itself. I had enough time for me to tell her, “I’m hanging on by a thread here Michelle.” That is the last thing I remember saying for sure, for the next hour or so.

I was told that I began to shed my clothes and stripped down to a wife beater and jeans in central NY September night time weather. Then I left my friends.

What I saw was not what I was doing. What I saw was what my mind wanted to show me. At first all I heard people saying was, “these are just words, nothing we are saying right now matters.” (exact quotes) There was a serious sense that nothing mattered.

There was a serious sense that nothing mattered.

 Soon, that is all that I heard. I remember making it back to the rappers hoping that my favorite band was on and would get me leveled. But they were just rapping, “words, yeah, words.” That is literally what they were saying into their microphones, just the word “words”.

Soon enough I had convinced myself that I had died, or was dying and that I needed to fight to stay alive. I saw myself on a gurney, being rushed to an ambulance hearing someone say, “That’s what happens when you do drugs.”

Then I found myself at an intersection of a car accident some time later. My friends were all there and I did not have any idea what was going on. Then I figured out that I was in denial and shock after my girlfriend had been killed in a car accident. I dropped to my knees and began to weep ( which I’m sure I did for real in front of a whole mass of people ).  Only to snap out of that and feel as if I might be in hell. Total despair is the only feeling I can sadly associate to this short time.

Once that vision passed I began to accept that I was dead, and that it was time to return my soul to where ever it goes. The strangest feeling of death and rebirth began to play out in my mind. The sun set, then it rose. Set, rose. Over and over again this went on. Much like the scene from HG Wells’ Time Machine toward the end of the book. With every sunrise, I seemed to gain strength, warmth. And then the sun would not come, and the people began to speak negatively once again. In a sudden fit of sanity, I asked a man for a cigarette. I clearly remember him asking for 5$. I said “no”. Then he asked for 10$, I said “no” again. I got the cigarette. They must have taken some pity on me, fore they lit the smoke for me. By doing this my body screamed to my brain that I was freezing. It must have been the warmth of the lighter.

Through pure willpower  I made it back to my tent and my jacket  and tried to get a close friend to level me out. He was very drunk and no help. I even remember telling him that I really needed him. I needed him to level me out. But I just put my sweater on and followed a friend of a friend I had met that night back to the show.  At least now warm.

The band was on, drum solos from the drummers. I began to gain a bit of my senses back and figured out that I had to pee. I made it back to the stage just in time for Buster to save me from my own awful thoughts.

By pure chance a close friend saw me and grabbed me and took me to the rest of the group. They were obviously worried but I needed them to do nothing but hug me.

I was to later discover, part by flashes of what happened and part by talking to a security guard that was watching me THE WHOLE TIME, that I spent that time walking from the center of the festival camping area where a large light was, through the VIP area to the side gate mumbling to myself. I saw him later after I leveled out and he asked me to “get out of the VIP area, please, for god’s sake” I said to him, “you have said this to me before haven’t you”.  He said, “Yes, all night you have been walking from that light to the gate mumbling to yourself, please stay out of VIP”.  I thanked him for not kicking my ass to which he said, “You were obviously in bad shape earlier. I would never hurt someone as lost as you seemed. But you were OK, you just walked from there to there mumbling, nothing else.”

I don’t remember ANY of that! But that made me feel a lot better.

The rest of the night ended up being a great time. Other than finding my cousin crying and nearly shitting himself (he took 3).  Getting him back to camp and to a bathroom was in my capacity at this point.

I do not blame the drug for all of this. It was irresponsible for me to ingest psychoactives as tired as I was.

It was irresponsible for me to ingest psychoactives as tired as I was.

 Especially a very potent one. I was worried, of course. But I also knew that this happens. It almost goes with the territory. 15 years and this is the 1st time I’ve had a bad trip.  I learned a lesson about moderation, and that the older you get the more careful you must be.

Did I do the same stuff the rest of the weekend, yes. Call me dumb, but I was much more careful and made sure to get sleep and drink lots of water. And I also made sure to stay warm. It’s funny how the vision of the sunrise sparked the need for warmth. Which started the slow process of my sanity returning.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 82394

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 29

Published: Mar 23, 2020	Views: 889

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 2:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

Since my junior year of high school I’ve been greatly interested in the use of psychoactive substances. As with most I started out smoking weed and drinking alcohol with friends, I then began to experiment with substances such as Amphetamines, copious amounts of diphenhydramine, synthetic cannabis products, MDMA, and DXM. It wasn’t until this summer that I began using LSD. The first three times I tripped I was always in good company and in a safe and controlled environment. However last Sunday, a close friend and I decided to do what most people would strongly discourage. We took a hallucinogenic substance and ventured out into public.

“SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!!”  My close friend exclaimed as he flew down the stairs into his basement. I had been sitting on the couch staring at the open door that led into the washroom. I was trying to figure out whether or not the door was attempting to crawl off its hinges. We had each taken a supposed double dipped tab of LSD about thirty minutes before this. My friend (let’s call him B) sat down beside me as I agreed that something certainly was happening. This was his first time taking acid although he had done shrooms previously.  I was beginning to develop that all too familiar feeling of uncertainty and anticipation. My body felt as if a colony of ants was inside me, all working together to keep me functional. By no means was this unpleasant, I sat there and enjoyed every second of it.

About forty five minutes after we had taken the acid we contacted a friend that would be willing to meet us in order to sell us weed. Me and my friend are both avid pot smokers and I feel as though just me and him could easily smoke an ounce in a matter of hours, so this was nothing new to us. Before we left I remember telling him that leaving the house on acid was a bad idea and that no doubt the visuals were to be kicking in full force very soon. The walls and objects all around me were all ready breathing and waving as if they were jello.  We both came to the conclusion that it was a beautiful late summer day and walking around the busy streets of Northwest Philadelphia would be far more enjoyable then sitting in a damp, cold, visually unappealing basement. We went upstairs and walked out the door into the beautiful pre fall weather. We had decided that skateboarding there would be both interesting and less suspicious. It was only 2:45 in the afternoon. 45 minutes in and the trees and grass were already swirling and rippling. I jumped on to my skateboard and did a trick that I can barely do sober. I felt AMAZING. I landed cleanly on the board and continued riding up the hill toward the busy main street.

Me and B decided to go into the gas station Wawa to get a drink. As we approached the door I jokingly talked about how funny it would be if we peaked as we were at the counter. We walked through the door; the whole place took on a strange depressing  government type feel. I almost felt as if I was at the DMV or maybe the post office. The ceiling stretched and grew to an outrageous height. I remember thinking about all the people in there. That they were all staring at me and they knew I was not one of them. I could almost feel how dilated my eyes were. I imagined by now my bright green eyes had succumbed to a pit of pure black. I faced the menacing glare of the overweight woman helping me at the counter. Her face took on a scary lizard type look. I felt like Hunter Thompson in the scene from Fear and Loathing where he talks to the hotel desk clerk and just mutters incoherent gibberish as her face morphs.  After the purchase B and I walked out the door and completely lost it. The acid had began to peak and we were in a complete laughing fit.

By some miracle we made it up the busy street, bought the pot, and made it back to B’s basement. An hour and a half into the trip visuals were impossible to ignore. The walls were now swirling and hyperventilating. No doubt the basement door was trying to escape its hinges. The white wall in front of me took on faint colorful argyle patterning. We loaded up the bong and ripped it. My emotional state was perfect. I was aware I was making memories and was having one of the best days of my life.

I was aware I was making memories and was having one of the best days of my life.

 Lucy in the sky with diamonds played on in the background of the bong rips, followed by Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeplin. The butterflies in my stomach gave way to pure euphoria. B passed me the bong and stated that he wouldn’t want to have this experience with anyone other than me. That one single statement made my day.

The cannabis had boosted the acid to a new level. The jittery speed like body high was now the most relaxed and mellow high I ever felt. We walked back out the door to meet with a few close friends to smoke more pot. Still on the peak at the top of this rollercoaster we set out into the neighborhood. The trees took on a whole new life of their own. I got the feeling they were almost sentient and approved very much so of what me and B were doing. We met up with our friends who were skeptical of how hard we were tripping. I felt as though my one friend N was in particular being a complete dick, his words had a malicious and domineering tone. He seemed to be speaking in a matter of fact type tone and acted like a know it all. MY other friend M and my other friend D also joined us as we traveled to the back of a graveyard. The graveyard was a place all the neighborhood kids came to drink beer and smoke blunts. In the back corner stood a spooky old shed and a decrepit tree. We sat on one of those graves that are long slaps of marble. Far from the public we sparked our blunts and had typical conversation. B and I were in our own little world. It was almost as if our minds weren’t changed but the world around us was.

 It was nearing seven o clock, five hours in and the visuals were still pressing on. The sky was now filled with elegant colorful patterns typically found on lace garments. The thin and wispy cirrus clouds filled the sky which as the sun set began changing colors from bright blue to bright orange and purple. The world all around me was so beautiful. I had traveled to tropical regions on vacation, and many other scenic locations but nothing compared to the beauty of this Northwest Philadelphia graveyard, on this amazing late summer night. I felt a firm connectedness with the nature and what was happening all around me.

I felt a firm connectedness with the nature and what was happening all around me.

 Not a single bad vibe. I could tell B was enjoying himself; staring at the sky in a daze. Laughing and smiling. You would have thought he was watching fireworks. As the sun set so did the trip. We arrived back at B’s house at around eight. We all sat around and smoked the bong and played playstation. My friends who had school tomorrow departed a bit later. I left B’s house. As I walked up the steps of the basement Iooked back at B and we both agreed that it had been a great time. I head nod later and I was back on my skateboard in brittle late summer air, only guided by street lights I nodded goodbye to the trees that lined B’s street and they waved back. Something certainly had happened.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 101338

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Mar 26, 2020	Views: 714

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