		 DOSE:

		 8 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

Here's a little background of my drug use.

LSD: most I have taken is 10 tabs, was just fine even drove around town 'exploring' as me and my lady called it

Pain pills: oxy 10's, hydrocodone (pill and liquid) my favorite drugs are opiates.

MDMA: I love Molly, me and my friends would always snort the shit as it hit us faster and gave us more of a tweaky feeling and I liked the tweaky feelings

Meth: was told it was Molly, but upon looking at it, it was obvious meth, but didn't stop us from doing it. I really enjoyed meth a lot, but feel I got lucky the first time and didn't get addicted

Addy: not my favorite thing in the world as I took 2 30mg er's and was up for 2 days in a row

Alcholo: not bad, Can be enjoyable, but I would prefer to stay sober if anything.

Air duster: my most favorite thing in the world. Nothing compares to airduster in my mind.

Pot: used to be a heavy smoker, but it's just not worth it anymore

Kratom: I also love kratom as it mimics opiates for me and I can not do any 'real' drugs per say

Xanax: I used to really enjoy Xanax, the mentally calming effect it had, the carelessness, but I grew to hate it because of the stupid decisions I would make when I'm barred out. (Huffed gas)

Gas: didn't really effect me, felt like a weak air duster, so I didn't enjoy it.

With that out of the way, I would like to say I am some what an experienced tripper. I used to kind of sell acid, and was tripping about every other day. Basically when I took acid, I was trying to force a spiritual experience, see crazy shit, etc. I never really respected her. I loved the intensity of it which is why I always went for the higher than 'normal' dosages.

So let's get into the story that scarred me, and made me never ever wanna drop acid again!

Me and the lady couldn't really do drugs out of fear of getting tested, so we resulted to drugs that didn't stay long in your system: Molly and acid, basically.

One night we had planned to trip with our friend out of town. We had planned it basically a week or two in advanced, our friend was gonna drop two and our plan was to drop 5, but ended up doing 8. Most of the acid I got was pure, never the fake synthetic shit, I wasn't about that. All of my acid had been on blotter paper, whether it had art on it, or just white on white. This acid we got, we were told it was a little weaker than the last batch, so that's when we decided to take 8. We had a total of 20 tabs, 16 of them were mine and the ladies, 4 was the homies.

So we get to our friends house, about 40 mins away and right as we got there dropped the tabs. I didn't really keep track of time, but I will guesstimate when everything happened.

T:4:20 p.m.- 8 tabs on mine and my ladies tounge, friend did not drop his yet because wasn't sure if he wanted to trip or not. The acid had no taste, other than the cardboard it was on. The guy I got it from drew on the hit sizes.

T:4:40- lady tells me she is already getting pretty heavy visuals and is feeling quite off, she's acting kind of distant, but we can both be quote shy at some times, so I thought it was that. It did strike me as odd that she was already getting heavy visuals, but we both didn't eat anything the whole day for this reason, and this was the most acid shes eaten so I didn't think that much of it. (I wish I had. Looking back now, there was so many warning signs of her having a bad trip)

T 5:30 p.m. I'm starting to slightly come up and our friend, my lady and I had just gotten back from the gas station (our friend drove) and we had gotten some smokes, me and my lady chain smoke like crazy on acid. For me it kinda levels me and keeps me connected to the world. So we're walking through the woods behind my homies house and everynow and then my lady says the phrase *it happened again*, I didn't think to much of it (I wish I had, like I said, so many warning signs of a bad trip was coming) I'm starting to get enhanced vision, H.D. Vision, as I call it and the lady said, the next day, that she was tripping harder than ever at that point, she said it looked like the grass was coming off the ground, and everything looked very cartoonist

T:6 p.m.- were out of the woods now and I can feel the acid in full effect. It was hitting me very hard at this point, I was seeing intense tracers, depth perception was fucked, and some very beautiful patterns all over the ground. The friend asked us '1-10 how hard are you tripping?' And instantly the lady said '10' which really struck me as odd cause I was just now starting to come up and she was saying she's full blown tripping.

Some time passes, we watched the Simpson's Halloween special, very hilliarious on acid, we were all enjoying our self, but I could not shake the feeling that something was off. The movie ended and we were all a little hungry, so we went down stairs to see what there was, nothing really looked appealing so we just got water. The lady was acting very different, she just seemed so disconnected from everything around her. I shook it off, thinking it's just the large amount of acid we'd done, and her being kinda shy around newish people (our friend)

We go back to my friends room, and start playing some dead rising. It was very difficult to play, I was tripping really hard, but not getting very much visuals, more just a 'mind trip', I guess you could say. The lady was seeming reaalllyyy disconnected from the world at this point. She kept saying 'I wanna play a game', and we'd hand her the controller and she wouldn't really do much, so shed hand it back and then a couple minutes later 'I wanna play a game'.

Eventually, it was just my friend playing a game and I was on social media on my phone and just talking to my friend and the lady everynow and then, but the lady kept saying 'it happened again over and over, about 5 minutes in between each other I estimate.

I started to think, maybe I'm doing something that I do not realize, and she doesn't like it. I wish that were the case.

So we go downstairs cause we wanted to smoke, just me and the lady, our friend was doing something I don't remember and he didn't wanna get up. We're on the porch of my friends house and smoking a cig, and I ask my lady 'are you okay? You seem kind of off' and all she says is 'yeah' we keep smoking our stoggy, and I remember looking out onto his front yard (his house is on a decent sized bit of land), and it was dark by this time, and all I could see was fractals, patterns and colors. I had never experienced this before and it kinda threw me off and freaked me out, but I held it together and just focused on something else. I told the lady, 'this Is kind of getting really intense and I just want it to stop, but I also don't want it to stop', this was maybe the 3 hour mark of our trip, so we hadn't even hit our peak yet. The lady agreed with me, but still something seemed so off with her.

We go back inside and bull shit around with our homie, and he tells was about an hour prior, he had dropped 2 of his tabs, and that made us happy. I loved getting fucked up with friends.

About 30 minutes to an hour pass, and we go back down stairs to go out side and mess around in his big garage, and smoke cigs and he was gonna smoke some pot.

He goes down stairs and goes outside, but when my lady started down the stairs, she fell flat on her back and slid all the way down the stairs, it was kind of comical how she slid down them, but it was the love of my life, so I didn't find it all that funny. I made sure she was okay and asked again If she was okay (mentally) and she said 'okay' or 'I think' so this whole time were still trying to get outside my lady was becoming more and more disconnected from reality. We were all standing around talking, she was against the wall and just collapsed for some reason (she didn't pass out or anything, just lost her footing I guess). When she stood up, the look in her eyes was very odd, it was pure embarrassment, mixed with 'why tf did I just do that, is everything okay?' It kinda broke my heart, that look in her eye because she wanted to make a good impression on my friends and be 'cool' and didn't wanna make a fool of her self. She can be very self conscious sometimes, but she has kind of grew outta that and also all my friends love to chill with her and I, so this night did not ruin that.

After her falling, things started to change for the worse, she was fully disconnected from reality at this point, but I was also to high to realize what was going on exactly. In my head, it was the acid making her feel pretty good and just goofing around, doing weird stuff, but it was anything but that.

At one point she was laying on the floor on her stomach, shaking her rump-a-dump around acting very unlike her self. This was very odd because she can also be insecure as well, and is nothing like a hoe that'll do this for the fuck of it, but again I was still to high from the acid to put two and two together that she was so far from reality, she didn't really know what she was doing.

We finally make it out side and goto the garage when things really went down hill. We were all messing around, giving each other shit and the lady was acting all big and tough so we told her to show us and pump some iron. She didn't really acknowledge that and did something else I can't recall. She started acting very violently towards me and my friend, but I was still under the impression she was goofing around and having a good time, so we kinda wrestled a little bit, but she was actually hitting kind of hard and struck me with a good right, so I put a stop to that. At one point she was screaming and yelling and that started making my friend kind of angry because of his neighbors possibly calling the cops and they kinda got into it and started at each other, but I instantly shoved both of them back telling them to knock it off.

My lady friend at this point was uncontrollable, walking/running around yelling at the top of her lungs, flaling around and what not.

We took her inside due to the scare of possible cops being involved, and she just wouldn't stop acting like this. My friend was still coming up on his 'cid and for a start to a trip all of this going on would not call for a good trip. He actually started to have a panic attack, and at one point was almost in tears. This whole time, I just wasn't really taking this serious as I really thought she would just start acting normal again and she was just enjoying her self. I thought she was horny cause she kept saying certain things pointing towards that and the acid was making it really intense to where she couldn't control her self (I really don't know what was going through my brain. I was so god damn high from the acid) so I took her to the bathroom, adjusted my self ;), and showed her that I could not stick it in right now due to the acid giving me limp dick. She saw that and kinda straightened up for a minute and I felt so much relieve, but then 'boom!' She was right back to acting how she was.

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

She was screaming at the top of her lungs now, and my friend was panicking more and more at this point and yelled 'do we need to take her to the hospital or something' and I said 'bro I really don't know this has never happened' (this was when it finally clicked that something was seriously rong roughly 4-4-1/2 hours into this trip) I told her, 'if you don't straighten up were gonna have no choice but to take you to the hospital. You're parents are gonna be involved (she was kicked outta her house and not on good terms and moved in with me) cops etc' and she sobered up really quick and said 'okay' and I said 'you good now, babe?', and she said something that shed been repeating a lot and so I carried her outta the bathroom saying to the friend ' were going to the hospital idk what's going on with her, Can we take your car I don't trust mine?', and he was basically already ready. I carry her out of the house, she pukes a little while being carried, I've been around tons of people puking, and puked a lot my self from duster, so it doesn't bother me, but something about this little puke she did the sound of it I can still hear clearly to this day (8-9 months later) I don't know how to explain it. On the way to hospital, I text my mom our safe word (shes a great mother, she doesn't like me doing drugs or anything, but she said if I'm ever in danger or anything text her this safe word and she'll be there as fast as she can) she wasn't replying so I called her 2 times in a row and she finally answered and I explained to her the situation. At this point, in the car, my lady was kinda screaming and what not, but basically just repeating certain phrases over and over, and having spastic movements. My mom told us to not go to hospital so no one official is involved, including her parents like right as we were at the front door, so we just parked there. My step dad, I think is secretly very knowledgeable when it comes to drugs, so I'm sure that was his idea. They told us to get some orange juice to see of that'll help her, it ended up being spilt over my friends car. My friend started freaking out even harder, and couldn't drive and for some odd reason, I was practically sober, wasn't getting much visuals unless I really focused, and felt pretty calm in the head to try to keep the peace between us all, so I drove us to the house.

Basically by now she was not screaming or anything, she was just repeating phrases over and over. She would be like this until she came down, some 6 hours later. This killed me to see her like this. This girl is the love of my life, and seeing her so out of control, having no idea what she's doing, out of her mind hurt so bad and it still sometimes does to this day.

We're at the house now safely, thank God, and she's just doing the same stuff, my parents show up roughly 15 minutes later, and when I'm in their car everything feels so much better. Everything is so much more calmer, I knew we were gonna have a nice long talk about this, but that wasn't the matter at the moment. I felt so safe with them, and finally for the first time that night, I knew my girl was gonna be okay. I left everything I brought with me there, even my shoes, I just wanted to leave and be in the comfort of my parents. I gave my friend a hug cause he was shaking and rocking back and forth and kind of crying and said 'I love you bro' and left.

We made it home and my parents went inside cause my lady was being difficult and I couldn't get her out of the car and she was basically under control, just looping out loud still. It was so odd, I would tell her things about the real world and her pupils would shrink back to normal size, and for litterallly a split second, I knew my lovely girl was back, but then instantly bam, she was gone, pupils so large there was no color in them, just black from such dilated pupils. Those sights of her eyes have scarred me and I can still picture it crystal clear. It was the oddest/heart wretching thing to see her come back to reality fully, then a second later she was gone. I hated my self for getting us the acid, saying we should just take 8 a piece, I hated my self for everything that lead up to that. I got her inside and our dog even knew something was wrong with her, he was being extra sweet to her, giving her kisses and he even had a worried look on his face. We got her laid down in bed and she sat there in the same position for an hour or so, looping away.

Then another couple of hours she was finally able to fall asleep, but I was still worried so everynow and then I would listen to her breathing, feel her heart beat to make sure it wasn't to fast or to slow. I even woke her up sometimes when she would make noises asking her if she was okay. I kept saying, 'I'm so sorry for tonight', but she didn't understand why I was saying that and I told her, 'I'll tell you in the morning'. While she was asleep, kind of, I would go to our back porch and smoke cigs and just cry to my self. I was so torn up that I would let me and the love of my life get into that situation, I'm here to protect her and never let her get into sticky situations, never let her get hurt or anything, and I failed.

I would go to our back porch and smoke cigs and just cry to my self. I was so torn up that I would let me and the love of my life get into that situation, I'm here to protect her and never let her get into sticky situations, never let her get hurt or anything, and I failed.

 I morally failed at doing that all night. It was the worst feeling ever looking back at that night, the worst empty, sickening feeling in my stomach I have felt to this day. I still feel that sometimes. The next morning when she woke up, she sat straight up and looked around super confused as to why we were back at our house, she didn't remember a thing. I explained to her what had happened and she could not believe it, but slowly some memories she had of that night slowly came back to her. Her side of the story is jaw dropping, she had a completely different experience then what had actually happened. Literally a completely different story than what I just told.

After this night, I swore to my self and her that I would never ever let us get into that kind of situation ever again. I made it my goal to look out for her if we were doing drugs, rather it just pot, alcohol, anything. I would never let her go through this again, because one time when she was looping out, she said 'I just want it to stop, make it stop please'. This stood out to me cause again in that moment, my girl was back, but was gone right after she said that. I knew she would come back enough to realize she was miserable, but just couldn't do anything about it. It literally broke my heart in so many ways.

We will probably never tough acid again, due to the fear of this trip. It is engraved into our minds and memory. It will stick with us forever.

We are in a lot better place now. I'm in my dream college, passing it with flying colors, and she is in school for something she really enjoys. I'm so happy for us. We have so much good going for us, I know we're gonna have a great future, despite our interactions with drugs.

I will talk to her after work and see if she wants to include what was going on in her world for this report. If not, you guys will know.

Safe travels, comrades!

Hi I'm the little lady of the story you just read and now I'll tell you my side of everything:

My drug experience

Pot: use to love it then it became more of a struggle

Acid: both good and bad experiences

Xanax: I love it but it makes me stupid, though I do wish I could experiment more with it

Molly: absolutely amazing

Meth: best hyped feeling I've ever experienced

Extacy: second best feeling I love feeling more open while on x

Oxy: very mellow drug and helped me do my job a lot easier

Duster: it was fun but probably the most stupid drug I've done

Gas: not really that much to my experience so I'll give it a 1/10

Kratom: it's a good substance when yoou can't actually do drugs

Morphine: by far the best thing on this earth, it is the best thing I have experienced so far with any substance I've done.

How I refer to what happened that night was me being in my dream world. I'll be honest I have always been the kind of person to keep quite about my opinion if someone else wanted something different (this is a bad habit I don't suggest getting into) and that night I had a bad feeling about tripping that much and with someone else but I blew it off because I have the tendency to ovethink things and I figured it was just that. I still felt good enough about everything to think everything would be okay.

When I started feeling the effects from dropping acid,about 20 minutes later, I was feeling good but I suppose more retreated now that I look back on it. When we got back to the house after getting stogys I started feeling really odd and kind of not good, it was a lot of effort to stand so I sat at the table in the yard for a minute, when it seemed like something was really off I decided to go knock on the bathroom where my boyfriend was, I wanted to tell him there was something up but for one it seemed like too much effort to really talk and two I didn't want to seem like I was trying to bring the mood down so I said nothing. Another note is with a couple of the last trips before this one, I would get sick on the come up which started up randomly after a few times tripping so I thought it was something I was going to get over and start feeling better again.

The next thing I remember is walking through the woods and my boyfriend and his friend were walking ahead and I couldn't hear what they were saying, I felt a brief moment of loneliness and had a slight thought they were talking about about me which was just an irrelivent paranoid thought( this small moment has played a dramatic roll in me now even today which I will explain later on) but as we were walking that's when I saw the sharp cartoon grass explained in the first part of the story and that was the last visual I saw the whole night. I supposed I had begun blacking out between those periods because the next moment I experienced was we were in the room playing a game

Now bare with me this is where things get confusing. When we were playing the game I asked to play and in my dream world I thought I was doing good but my boyfriend kept saying I was gonna die which was confusing.. This was my first glimpse of reality when I was in my dream world. I feel like if someone would had told me to snap out of it right then and there I might have been okay because that was the last moment of the real world that I had before it got all distorted by my dream world. The next glimpse I remember was us walking down the stairs and me falling all the way down. The pain kind of brought me back to what was going on in reality but my mind was still morphing it into some dream of mine.

The next thing that happened that I can actually semi explain was when we were in the garage and both my boyfriend and his friend kept telling me to get mad over and over (this didn't actally happen in reality) I decided to yell and run over to the punching bag and hit it and then at another time me and my boyfriend were having a hitting match which in my dream world seemed normal and fun( its like those moments when you dream something completely odd but you think it's okay anyway until you wake up) I remember slapping my boyfriend in the face hard and he did it back and I felt a pain in my cheek that made my right eye water and for a second I thought that this wasn't normal but in an instant my dream state sucked me back in and made it seem like it was a playful thing that was okay. The thing about my dream state is everything in it seemed so dark but instead of letting me be afraid of it, it was convincing me it was good, and if anything negative happened it would almost shield me from it and I would be all happy again.

The next big event that happened was we were all in the car driving and I was completely in my dream world at this point. It was like I was hitting duster and blacking out which is a scary thought because I was already blacked out in a dream state but when I 'hit duster' I would completely black out and later on wake up, this happened multiple times and one time our friend, who in the real world WAS our friend, but in my dream state I thought was my boyfriend, kept smacking my cheek trying to wake me up from passing out( this never actually happened in reality and I never even actually passed out at all.) When I was 'conscious' and we were driving I would wake up to us stopping at the same stop sign, passing the same semi, and pulling up to the same store over and over. It would happen in the same order, I would wake up experience one thing, pass out experience the next, and then it would all repeat over and over.

When I was 'conscious' and we were driving I would wake up to us stopping at the same stop sign, passing the same semi, and pulling up to the same store over and over. It would happen in the same order, I would wake up experience one thing, pass out experience the next, and then it would all repeat over and over.

 As I came to find out the next day there never was a semi that passed us at all and the store I recalled we never pulled up to either.

I remember us driving and someone on Bluetooth talking to my boyfriend crying and saying ' she needs help' and so on which sounded to me as if we were trying to make an intervention for someone on drugs and during that moment it felt like me, our friend, and my boyfriend were all like brother and sister and the person on the phone was our mom who I imagined being a overweight person, little did I know it was my boyfriends mom on the phone talking and everything I heard her say didnt match up with what was actally said but they were discussing about me, (also his mom is not fat at all haha) As the night went on I would pass out and wake up to find one detail change than how it was before, the car would be a different color or the seats would be different. And I believe it was a transition from our friends car to my boyfriend's moms car. I would continue to do so until everything was transitioned completely. Every time I would wake I would see little patches of the real car and reality as it really was, but even though I could still basically see everything my mind was still converting it into a dream Some how.

Everything kind of seemed calmer after and I do remember pulling up to my mother in laws house and lying in bed. This whole time I just thought this was one big huge trip and I was just going along with it, it never crossed my mind anything wasn't was unusual from all the other times I tripped, the last visual I saw was the grass, everything else was just a dream. When I woke up the next day and realized we weren't still at our friends house and we were in fact at his mom's, everything was so confusing and I kept thinking about what all was real and what wasn't, turns out not much of what I actually experienced was real.

A big lesson I learned from that night is to never abuse Lucy because she will fuck my shit up. From the first time taking acid it changed how I react to smoking pot. I will say that since that night, instead of smoking for comfort and joy, it's been a constant battle that has messed with me ever since. When I said to remember that brief moment of loneliness when I couldnt hear my boyfriend and friend talk, and how I thought they were talking about me, well every time I smoked pot after that, I could hardly hear what people were saying even if there right in front of me, and I constantly thought everyone is talking about me and even though it was a long time ago, acid is still affecting me through pot. One tiny little moment that happened that night, out of everything else, has stuck with me still. I am now incredibly paranoid which I use to not be and I hardly enjoy smoking any more, it's made my social life horrible and I still don't really know how to get over it.

I am now incredibly paranoid which I use to not be and I hardly enjoy smoking any more, it's made my social life horrible and I still don't really know how to get over it.

 It's basically branded in my brain and if I would have known how strong acid can be even long after a trip, I would have been much more smarter with my choices.

Thank you guys for taking your time to read this. I know it is long, both of our experiences during this night, but there is no short version of this trip.

Again, Safe Travels, Commrades!

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 111135

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Oct 5, 2018	Views: 1,694

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		 DOSE:

		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

2 amber lsd geltabs ingested sublingually at 10pm.

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Time lost its meaning years ago. Years?

'Picture yourself in a boat on a river...'

I grip the twin-sized boat-mattress for life support. Questioning reality, and the existence of an infinitely small number, I ponder my sanity. What makes it possible for me to make it possible to take this substance, and why is it possible? I questioned psychedelics as a whole - what do I get out of them, besides beginning to question the very constructs of my own brain? Lacking proper judgement at the time, I felt as if my brain was becoming bankrupt over and over again for questions it didn't have answers to.

I felt as if my brain was becoming bankrupt over and over again for questions it didn't have answers to.

At around 2:30am, I connected with my cat in an incredible way. As if the process of the tracking mechanism in a jet's missile launching system was in reverse, he absolutely freaked out to say the least. Hopping around the patterns on the floor, it was obvious I had affected this creature using my mind and body language.

I realize how much friendship plays a crucial roll in how I maintain a day to day life - simple things like a chat conversation affect me in so many subtle ways that must built up in some way. It becomes apparent to me music taste is heavily influenced on one's personal tempo. As far as hallucinations go, I visually witnessed the question of whether God exists in my desk, and it's impossible for me to answer with logical thinking. However, do I really think all of this is possible because of chance?

My room's center table retracts its legs and begins to float into the air. The Capri Sun's drink art of a beach part turned into an alien acid drinking bath. Cars outside sound like space ships launching at hyperspeed. My speakers fill with color, flowing like a DDR step chart with 50 feet in multiple ways. My icons on my desktop float, as if bobbing on top of the water. It becomes absolutely obvious how the Beatles were influenced by psychedelics. The album art of Revolver shows just how much these guys were directly influenced by this type of thinking. As I listen to several Beatles songs (Strawberry Fields Forever, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, Taxman, etc.), the pictures I am staring at literally come to life. Focus shifts in the photographs - I can see and feel the wind pushing elements of the trees in pictures. Top-down, aerial photographs of the Earth warp into 8-bit style pieces of art. I find it particularly amusing how I can transform pictures at will into cartoons / 8-bit creations. One extremely memorable hallucination was watching a picture of the coast of California turn into top-down Starcraft-style spaceships engaging in war, while transporting troops on a dynamic playing field.

Memorable thoughts:

- does M.C. Escher's art make it more trippy for you when you're tripping? 'Hawww tripppayyyy is attttt?!'

- fixed size, variable depth. (the world's questions and answers.)

- lsd makes me question important ideas like, lsd, reality. what defines me from you? my chemical reactions from yours?

- is reality unreal? only in an unreal reality. :)

- we need more gauges! more gauges for deceleration and acceleration!

Throughout my trip, a key piece of artwork popped up often. An extremely psychedelic piece of artwork, a side-piece to my room, cycled through millions of colors. Seeing black and white was simply a matter of perception. This art felt as if it was a living piece of emotion, a snapshot of the artist's feeling and life at the time of the creation. It was up to me to interpret this in a personal way, and I feel it followed the general trip mentality of big-shark little-shark.

Big-shark little-shark, you might ask? It's impossible to explain, but perhaps you've experienced it before. I'll rest on that thought. Until next time?

- bickoma

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 65500

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 6, 2018	Views: 1,022

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 smoked
		 Tobacco

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

A Recollection - - Communion

I am finishing up my time at college, and will soon be embarking to the east--to explore the world that was shown to me on the night of my very first trip, and the strongest most pleasure Communion I have ever experienced.

I want to preface this with the fact that like many other Psychonauts, I began as an atheist. My childhood was damaging, abusive, and painful - - and the remnants of that had followed me in a cold shadow all the way into college. It had gotten me in trouble with substance abuse--alcohol, benzos and the like. I felt very disconnected-- a sack of potatoes in the pitched shipping container of life. There was no divine spark.

That all changed in my sophomore year. I'm studying in the SF Bay Area, and so exotic substances are much easier to come by. On my campus, there were multiple resources to hook you up with any drug imaginable. I had always been interested in psychedelics, and when the opportunity presented itself, I purchased a high-dose gel tab (250 mcgs) and awaited The Call.

It came on a lonely saturday-- my school is a commuter campus and dies on weekends. Surrounded by the forests, in the waning days of summer, there was no better time. I ate a late lunch, knowing I probably wouldn't be eating till night, and dropped the gel at the tail end. It was around 5:25.

I went up to a local smokers spot on campus in a forest-flanked meadow to chill with a few friends. We smoked some weed/tobacco mix (colloquially known in Cali as 'mokes'), I told them I had dropped, and we waited patiently for the effects to kick in.

0:25:

After a few bowls, the high had initially outweighed any detection of psychedelic activity. However the now-familiar feeling of anxious belly-flipping began, and I noticed a strange slanting in my thoughts. I had always been an intense person, with a sort of mental tunnel-vision, but almost like coming out of the Cave, my mind began to really look into the world as a whole. It was almost sunset, and the sky took on the familiar pastel color of the late-day sun. As I looked up into it, I saw an infinite array of subtle dots floating between the clouds-- almost the way it looks when you close your eyes and the dots swim in your mind. I hadn't realized I was staring for so long, one of my friends asked,

'What do you think?'

'What do you think?'

0:45

The effects had truly begun. Surrounding me was a forest of trees with wooden fingers, reaching into the soil. In their branches, I saw the complex of the human lung. I heard the rusting of the branches as an intense symphony of breathing sounds. They began to move in flowering tessalations to the rhythm of the wind.

'they are a sea of giant silent lungs!' I laughed, staring deep into them.

I heard the rocks, I heard the trees. My mind suddenly began a sort of Recollection-- a gathering of knowledge, slotting it into a grand scheme like a great cosmic puzzle. The passing of the seasons unfurled in my minds eye, and the trees loved and died and rebirthed endlessly as silent guardians of their time.

The mountains shimmered with dead grass and I heard something whispering in them, indecipherable for now.

I began laughing uncontrollably, my mind whisking from possibility to possibility, leapfrogging across the disciplines with a grand unfolding. I saw the rocks, the trees, the clouds, my friends-- all of us created in particular-- but by what?

1:05

My mind was now completly submerged in the waters. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was painted with the most spectacular hues of scarlet and gold. The clouds-- in this strange almost purplish Grey-- roamed as pilgrims above us, twisting and dancing towards the east where the colors shifted into vivid teal and lavender of the earth's shadow. In this moment, my first internal Speakings began.

I asked,

'where are they going?'

And a little part of me, but not me at all replied,

'they are returning.'

Confused, I was now immersed-- and my friends had noticed. They asked me questions, but I could not reply very much outside. I ended up repeating astonished 'woahs' on an endless fractal loop.

1:30

All the while, my mind was synthethizing my entire life's knowledge. Everything intrinsically connected, and I saw the world as an infinite complex of things. Spirits? Souls? The womb of some cosmic Creature?

I began recieving variations of visions-- the first of which was a huge universe string. It was breadthless, all-colored, and vibrating as an atom. It glowed with a light I can only describe as heavenly, and I knew immediately that this was an image of the spirit. I attempted to touch it, and it was cool in my mind. Inside I could faintly locate galaxies, spinning like bubbles in a glass. On either side of its endless length was a vast, reddish emptiness.

I closed my eyes-- I study linguistics, and the characters and letters of multiple languages began to morph into each other, in flashes of rose pink and aqua blue-- I traveled through a maze of Japanese, runic characters, English into German, French, Dutch, Cyrillic-- as the story of Tower Babel was demonstrated. I spent alot of time in this state, taking in the Western Tradition in psychonautic context. It was beautiful, and at multiple times tears welled in my eyes as I truly rediscovered childish beauty.

My studies of history, English, geology and the like were politely arranged in a coherent narrative that has become the foundation of my personal philosophy and spiritual development since. It was a moment of intense clarity, and one that I still look fondly back upon.

2:00

Now there was a significant tonal shift--I Called it the Slump.

I returned rather sudden to the real world. A new group of strangers had entered the meadow, and started to smoke with my friends. They were alien to me and caused great discomfort. They did not like the fact that I was tripping, and I was forced to exit the ethereal realm and attempt to converse with them. They asked me what I saw, and feelings of righteous anger welled within me. It was difficult to speak, so eventually the strangers let me be and began to talk with my friends. I listened to them talking, and I took on an almost psychic quality.

I could hear their inner souls. They spoke out loud, but it was as if I could hear through their words to their core.

They were like men at a masquerade, hiding behind skinny masks. Inside, I could tell they were immensely uncomfortable. Partly because of me, partly because of themselves. Like Holden Caulfield, they echoed phony language and basic culture-- nothing transcendent as I had just experienced.

I feel bad about it looking back, but I was immensely self-righteous and totally in mastery of others thoughts. I could hear their insecurities, their fears, their wants and dreams-- and none of them had to say a word. I was attuned momentarily to the psychic world-- I have never repeated this experience in all the trips I have had since. (After the trip I had relayed my observations of the strangers' lives to my friends. They told me I was about 80% accurate in my observations).

2:20

I became increasingly uncomfortable as the strangers remained and the sun finally set. The sky had lost its mystic beauty as night beset us. I decided it was time to go, as I could feel the peak beginning and knew this was not the place to enjoy it fully.

I bid my friends farewell and set off on a solitary walk around campus. It was almost silent, and at once I felt more at peace. The nighttime looked steeped and saturated with color-- midnight blue and navel orange was everywhere, and I listened to Op. 95 'From The New World' on my headphones, trying to recreate the majesty of earlier. The moon rose from the east, above the mountains, and I was at once called by an interior force. The moon had an aurora around it, shimmering rainbow and silver. Like the Pharos of Alexandria, it guided me from both within and without. At this moment, my first true Speakings with what I can only describe as The Cosmic Voice began.

2:30

I was peaking, and sought to personify this in the physical plane as much as the mental. I ran without aversion through the bare forests on the side of the hills that flanked our campus, up to the top where an observatory sat. I made it, breathless, and finally alone. The valley stretched out before me, and I could see fields of lights in. All directions. I felt like a blood cell in a giant body of earth.

At this point my memory becomes fuzzy, as the peak and the array of feelings I was experiencing overwhelmed my memory.

I saw the stars, and they seemed closer than ever before. They twinkled in rainbows, and I could almost see in the twilight atmosphere where our world ended and space began. Suddenly a voice appeared in my mind and began asking me questions.

Suddenly a voice appeared in my mind and began asking me questions.

 It was reassuring at first-- 'How are you feeling?' 'Are you happy now?' 'Have you found something new?'

We talked, sometimes inside and sometimes aloud, for a while. At first I accepted it as me talking to myself, but over time I realized that this part of myself was totally intrinsic, did not share in my ego-- and almost completely omniscient. It would answer my questions as I asked, and never hesitated.

I do not remember everything I asked, only a few choice questions and answers, and these are paraphrasings rather than the actual conversation, which has been almost completely erased from memory.

I asked,

'What are you?'

It replied, 'I am you so you can know.'

I asked,

'why me? Why my pain?'

It answered,

'so you can know this place in all ways.'

'Are you God?'

'I am as you want me.'

'What are you doing this for?'

'I had to.'

'why?'

'Else I would not exist.'

I felt a strange unease. It was instilling me with a concept. I closed my eyes and saw a flash of pure chaos, the thing chasing my god, the almost cosmic war between order and pure obliteration. It was a blackened gorge of blood red and green that devoured everything and sought to envelop my God, holding the universe within itself as a clam holds a pearl. I saw it for an instant, but began to literally weep in pain and fear.

'I did not want to show you the things you do not know.'

'but why can't you tell everybody? Return everybody?'

'that I do not know.'

(this was bullshit and I knew it, and The Voice knew I knew it. It was quite funny at times, in some ironic way.)

'What am I here to do? I want to speak about you'

'There is someplace for you to be. There is someone for you to see.'

This I did not understand, and began to argue with the Voice. It expertly disarmed me every time, echoing my words off the hillsides and teasing my lack of knowledge. I didn't take offense-- I laughed, because I knew I was speaking to my true teacher. It felt like a mother, a father, a pet and a master at all the same time--but it was within me, channeling through my mind from the outside, from the abstract, communicating telepathically through the modulations of my brain.

'Give to yourself the gift you have been given. I cannot give that to you in this way.'

'I am the things, and they serve in their way. I cannot, anything more than that.'

'you were spared from another. Make yourself in that way.'

I laughed, cried, danced and yelled at this Voice-- as over time it became quieter and quieter, until it integrated back into my ego and disappeared.

3:30

At this point the peak had ended, the fractals were over, and I was tired. I made my way down the hill, glittering with leftover euphoria from being utterly convinced of the spirit and of my god. I was a soul again, and this cured my depression and set me on a path for knowing my god more. I met with one of my friends, and gave him a hug. I told him that when we laugh with each other, it's because we are both hearing God in the same way. He said God didn't exist, and this made me sad. I knew what he meant, but it made me sad anyways.

I went back to my room, where I rested, contemplated, as my brain began to scrub the knowledge I had been given. Eventually I fell asleep after taking some Nyquil, and awoke with an awakened spirit and new eyes.

Conclusion--

This was a profoundly spiritual experience. It cured my depression and atheism, and put me on the path to becoming a Psychonaut. Since then I have had many other trips-- some with visions of the Voice, others when I encountered the Chaos. But my entire world was rocked by this trip, and I will never forget it. I hope to break through further with other psychs, such as DMT and Ayahuasca.

I'm not afraid of death in the same way anymore. It'll be the ultimate leap-- a moment of gut-wrenching fear, then ultimate peace as my information is reintegrated into the universe and restored into the womb of the Cosmic Voice. I want people to hear my god and find their own, as it expresses itself through all souls in different ways. I truly believe this God is all Gods, and speaks in all Poetics and order equally. It has made me intensely reverent of the world, and of the fractals of the Voice that inhabit it.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 112437

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Oct 12, 2018	Views: 827

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 1P-LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   55 kg

Starts of by taking it at 17:45, or T: 0:00, in a pleasant cemetery with a zen like pond where me and my friend dissolve the tabs. The city had this light drizzle in the air which made everything look a little bit hazy in a cozy way. We were going to trip at my friend's friend's apartment while he was out for the night. It was only the living room we were going to spend our time, on the couch with a TV and premade youtube lists of videos.  Both us had never done anything beyond weak LSA trips before, but were eager to do something real. We were excited and in a happy mood.

T: 0:45 The lacquered floor started flowing and showing faces, the body's sensory was starting to change. Limbs were short and tall. We had put on some experimental jazz which sounded fun as well as weird, tooting trumpets and awkward rhythms from what I'm usually accustomed to.

T: 1:20 Visuals were wildly flowing from the TV in to the objects around, like the cupboard which the TV stood on. Trails were moving almost inhaled between the cabinets edges. Real nice. We had become real happy and laughed at many things, mainly that we were actually tripping.

T: 2:30-4:30 (This part is the most clouded and unique.) I had entered another realm in which the room was detached from reality, like space was just outside the window, only that the deadly vacuum here was a fear of being spotted by neighbours. The room mainly consisted of four straight corners, like a painting with wet colors flowing everywhere and black space behind. Apart from the visual senses the others, like touch primarily, began to be delayed after the visuals. I wanted to listen to my lists I had merrily put together but was unable to think properly to even find the jacket. But when I finally managed to connect the phone and headphones, a strange fear of isolating myself from my friend appeared

a strange fear of isolating myself from my friend appeared

, because we were tripping so dangerously hard now. I could sense a fear sometimes when my friend started to almost shake with sickly eyes at me, so I tried to calm myself down to keep us from panicking. Like a some sort of M.A.D. situation. Things were starting to loop and then nothing.

T: 5:00 I entered my body and remembered absolutely nothing, I was almost assured that we were aliens as I tried to ask my friend if we were. He did not understand jack shit. It was like entering a skin, a costume for work, totally artificial.

T: 6:00 Slowly concepts like knowledge, language came back. Somewhat visualized like bars from a RPG with more and more information coming back. I began to associate things like Plato and Aristoteles with MBTI  personalities, among other lesser known things as of now. Reality was like a puzzle I had only vague concepts of things I should avoid to do and do. Family members, school and life in general (how you were a real human bean) were pulsating back and forth into consciousness. At multiple times I tried to question my friend if we were tripping, what we should do, but even if he answered something almost coherent I forgot fast again. I was beginning to think we were stuck in a loop in this particular room, and outside was danger. Remembering the concepts of Philip K. Dick's paranoid fiction it felt like we had come into a similar place (Ubik!).

T: 6:30 We had to get to our bus, as we both could not stay over and we lived in another town. But I had absolutely no clue what to do, I was unable to pack or even grasp that we had to go soon as it among most things looped around. It became frustrating, no getting what to do, thankfully we did not panic only worried slightly. Time went and we forgot it behind. My friend was most upset of us at this situation. We decided to pack and go to another place that was safe but we still could not stay there for too long. While packing I constantly missed to, pack, but after a while we were both ready and left off. The night was pleasant, few people but plenty of cars. Streetlamps glowed in an atmospheric yellow halo. Eventually we got to the place and I started to actually understand what it meant to be human again and what we were doing. Visuals were still strong, like when one looked on the floor carpet that seemed to wave and carry my friend, who lay prone on the floor, away like millions of ants.

T: 7:00 The bus was soon going and we had a good amount of time to get to the station, but we could not chance as our time perception was real bad. Strolling down the streets we understood that people were partying and drinking on the streets with loud music coming from some small concert. Neither of us had ever seen this night life before, I was impressed. But the closer we got to the station, the more people we met who were drunk. Some tried to talk with us but we could barely say anything. As we got to the station and walked up to the buses we saw that it was filled with security guards and I motioned my body to walk casually away from them. It seemed to me that they were going to ID-check me and look into my eyes with flashlights, so my heart rate began raising. Luckily we got away, but we argued a bit on how to proceed because we had to get home tonight but we could not get near the only bus going home. Shit seemed to be real fucked. I did not want to get charged with this something like this while tripping now, for the first time. Paranoia started coming. I recalled that there was a stop a bit away so that we could escape the guards safely, and so we did. The bus was filled with drunks playing music loudly. Driving home I felt real sick and the visual were still strong and made the surroundings surreal. The way we drove on looked like the sea and we that we were on ship, going up and down on the asphalt waves.

T: 8:00 Finally home I wanted to sleep. The bed felt prolonged, like every move I did extended a bit more. Like stretching out a leg it went out longer than usual. With closed eyes I tried to sleep but visuals, the visuals! Several times I wanted to just wake my parents and tell them what I had done and to take me to the hospital, but something deep within said that if I only bruted my way through a couple of hours then it would be all over. Some one or two hours later I was sleeping.

The morning after I met my friend to discuss what we had just done. Both of us thought it was way too much for a first time and without a trip sitter who was sober or experienced, especially the duration was something neither of us had believed to keep on for so long. I thought it only would be active for 4-5 hours, of course was I wrong this time.

It was definitely something I would like to do again, but with a bit more control and a safer place so that we did not have to worry about someone coming.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 112461

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Oct 21, 2018	Views: 770

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


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

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

		   T+ 0:00
		 4 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

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

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   11 st

[Erowid Note:
The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]

First off let me start by saying that I was not in the correct frame of mind for this experience, although I managed to enjoy the hell I percieved that night.

It was two days before halloween and I had read thouroughly into hallucinogenics before deciding what it was that I wanted to spice up my halloween party with.

The night started when I had taken two tabs of what I believe to be LSD-25, and after being mugged of forty pound I recieved a phone call of a close mate who was eager to test the potentcy of the drugs we had just recieved. I had a further 13 tabs in my pocket at this point. On the way up to his house and after being lost for an hour walking up and down the same damn road and making numerous phone calls I finally managed to catch up with him.

At his house we took two tabs each and waited for the effects to kick in. Being the impatient mug I am I decided to take 4 more and to my suprise nothing happened. Waiting a further two hours still nothing happened. Getting frustrated I took a further two and supplied my mate with another 3. At this point nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all, so I decided to go outside for a cigarette. As I was smoking it I looked up at the door infront of me and a kaleidoscope of colours streamed through the window, all the colours of the spectrum. I thought my mate was playing a trick on me to wind me up. In my mind the tabs were duds and he had aquired a disco light. Then all of a sudden the door started petruding, falling back and melting. The glass bowed and distorted forming patterns as it did it. I thought to myself what the f**k have I just done, I've taken ten tabs of some really dodgey stuff. A third scared, a third curious and a third excited I proceeded to tell my mate that I was tripping my balls off. I looked at him and in a flash he turned into the devil then in another flash into dracula. Then back to normality. I thought it was so damn cool lol. We looked at the tv, previously playing a racing game and set on pause the tv began to reveal crypted information. We both saw a skull with a  cowboy hat, a monkey smoking a joint and a turtle moving about the bottom of the screen and lots of trees swaying about. This really started to excite us as it was just so bizzare, I've had mass hallucinations before but nothing that similar. Its almost as if our minds were on the same wavelength and we were transmitting our thoughts into eachother. I focused on the screen and eyes proceeded to fly out of it, then a white light filled my vision and then disapated. The trip had started.

Now exact times are hard to remember and there were so many events happenign this night that I will try and put them in order of time. But to me the time is fairly irrelevant, what matters is what we saw and what we percieved.

We left the house as I wanted to go to the local woods to find a cure for cancer and kill some demons as I had heard that shamans used the underworld as a means of finding cures for diseases. I looked back at my mate whos name I later found out translates into prince (what the anti christ shall be called) and his head was a pyramid and he had one huge eye at the top of the it. His long hair curled out into fractals and so did the edge of my vision. At this point I was so crazy that it all seemed very mundane. I looked up and saw the moon which seemed an infinite distance away with tunnel of clouds surrounding me and leading all the way towards it, spiraling and swilring around. Its very hard to describe as it was so intense. It was literally the best thing I have ever witnessed in my life. My mate with one eye and an unaturally huge smile said maybe if you do more than three tabs you are crazy, this just made me laugh so much. I stopped as we were walking as a tree caught my eye. The branches morphed and moved gathering together, they formed a face. I looked behind the face and it split up, I proceeded to do this a few times then grew tired of it so I stared at the face and as I did this hundreds of eyes spewed out of its own. My mate called me and we continued. At this point my hair felt like it had tentacles reaching out into space and my head was exploding and projecting my imagination into the sky, it was comprised of spirals. It was a very wierd feeling.

Throughout the night I kept feeling satan licking the top of my brain witha  sand paper toungue.

Arriving at the woods I looked down at the floor which was now the sky, brambles sprouted forth and I took care to balance on the brambles not falling through into the sky. I looked up and saw a flower in a spot light, but brambles grew and got in the way. I cut through the brambles with my hands, picked up the flower. In an attempt to find the demons I cut through the trees infront of me. Disintergrating them with my hands and the flower. I'm not fully aware if they were there or not but I presume they werent as how would I chop them down with a flower. Oh well not too much of this makes sense anyway. I finally came in contact with the demons then. They had dark eyes and big grins with sharp teeth. There were three of them at this point and they grew bigger and bigger, I was going to kill them, but they drew power from my fear and would have overwhelmed me if it was not formy mater turning me around. He was pranging at this point and rightly so. We were two teenagers in a wood on acid at 4 in the morning. As we walked through the wood we looked down and to our amazement felt something out of the ordinary beneeth us, and looking down we realised the actuality of the fact we were currently balancing on dead bodies floating in a giant river of blood! We edged along it holding onto eachother carefull not to fall in. My mate said ' (my name) are these dead bodies in a river of blood' I reasurred him about this. We couldnt believe that we both just experienced this. We found a park and decided to have a walk and try and suss out what on earth had just happened. There were now thousands of demons but they cud only stay in the shadows and the moonlight  meant this was a very constricting factor indeed. I was very lucky as otherwise I would have been swarmed completely and probably would not have been here to even tell the story as I now what happens to people that recieve trauma on acid. They are left in a paralell world forever. And seeing as this wasnt the prettiest state of mind  in the world I probably would have killed myself fairly shortly after. After assessing the situation we decided to walk back to my mates house.

On the walk back there were big demons in the sky throwing lightening bolts down the the earth and when I mean big I mean giant like 400 metres tall.  It was the coolest thing I've ever seen ever, hands down. They kept shifting their stance moving about and twisting. I started coming down a bit at this point and could vaguely make out people in the distance although they were covered in a  shrowd of movement, colours and general distortion. We saw a woman in her house and stared at her which must have freaked her out as it was like 5 in the morning and we were out of our faces. But she was virtually unregnisable and impossible to define.

When we got back to my mates house he still had one huge eye and all the photos of him as a child in the house had one eye. It wasnt like I focused on them and they morphed. It was instant. I could not get my head round this at all. He decided it was time for sleep and went to bed. I went for a shit and realised I was still a pathetic human, I looked in the mirror and my skin began to melt, all over, I looked at my hands and they did the same.  I tried to get to sleep and did manage eventually although I do not know how. As I was distracted completely by this shape on the wall like triangles but longer and more curved, three of them with thousands of eyes coming out of it. There was nothing on the wall but everytime I looked at it there was this thing doing shit. It started to freak me out. I smacked my head against the wall and as I looked accross it there was a street with lamps that were lit up stretching out into infinity with no horizon in sight. I put my head under the cover and lights flashed up every where it was like a miny city underneath the cover. I looked out this door that was left open and it was very tempting to go outside. My major regret of the night was not going outside because who knows what would have been waiting for me out there. But then again that could have been my downfall aswell. It will just be one of lifes misteries you know. Like why does order come from chaos.

Anyway the next day I missed uni as my head wasnt intact at all. In the morning the tv still had the skull and all that breeze although my mate couldn't see it anymore, and all the photos still had one eye.  I sat on a park bench and a butterfly flew around me three times. It landed becide me  and its wings folded up then started distorting and crunching into different shapes. It looked so real. I actually thought it was real. The grass around me formed patterns that were completely obvious. I returned to my flat and all the posters on my wall were distoring and growing lumps out of their heads so I ripped them off the wall. Peoples heads were distoring all that day, I was worried it would stay like that forever and I prayed to god to cure me. The only remnants of the trip after that day lasted about two months were ever time I grew paranoid and I was with some they grew a giant smile and their eyes turned black, oh and things looked like they were moving when they werent. I also had some crazy closed eye visuals for a while aswell. Thank you for listening as this is a good outlet for what I experienced. If this gets posted I might put up some of my other experinces and id be interested to see if anyone can make any sense of it.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 74814

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 31, 2018	Views: 800

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LSD (2) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Nature / Outdoors (23), Hangover / Days After (46), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5 tablets
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I had done acid maybe 4 or 5 times prior to this trip, as well as dabbled in a few other psychedelics (psilocybin mushrooms, salvia, DXM, etc), so I had an idea of what to expect, though I'm certainly no expert.

I had 3 hits of paper sitting in my closet for a good long while, being saved for a time when I felt I could put them to the best use. One such occasion presented itself, and I went to the Florida Everglades (massive nature preserve, for those who are unfamiliar) with a friend of mine, on a particularly hot day in August. In preparation, I packed a backpack with 1 gallon of drinking water, a couple dry towels, clean socks, and a large can of insect repellent. I definitely should have packed more water because we finished all of it about 2 hours after we got there. We never used the spare socks, shirts, or towels (just precautionary supplies), but the bug spray proved invaluable.

We decided to split the strip of 3 hits down the middle, and each take 1.5. As such I was expecting a fairly mild trip, but the hits were much stronger than I anticipated and the experience ended up being intensely vivid.

We each took our hits at about 1:30 pm (sublingually), about 10 minutes before we arrived at the park. We began by venturing down one of the paths into the dense thicket of trees. I first noticed feeling a bit nervous and jittery (I hadn't tripped in a while) when we arrived at a fork in the path. We arbitrarily chose one and continued down it. Effects were more pronounced now (about 2:30 pm), I could clearly hear the water jostling around in my backpack with each step I took, which made me uneasy. The repetitive noise annoyed me, but I quickly forgot about it once I started to see trails behind the flying mosquitoes. We persisted, not really taking notice of how far we were really walking. The trees and bushes were starting to come alive, as if there was wind blowing through the leaves, despite the fact that I knew there was no breeze. As I looked at the ground, lizards and grasshoppers started showing their faces, running rampantly out of the way as the giant intruders clumsily marched through. My poor balance was worsened by the rough terrain, but after hiking for 30 minutes or so I adjusted. I stopped to examine a giant, orange grasshopper and stared closely for at least 10 minutes. It was glowing this shade of neon orange that seemed completely novel to me. We turned back after reaching a dead end. We emerged from the thicket covered in mosquito bites and completely drenched in sweat, which must have made us look even more bizarre than we felt. The drain of losing blood, marching in the hot sun, probably breathing in fumes from the bug spray on my arms, and the onset of the acid made us crave for a break.

We walked over to a shaded bench to rest, feeling relieved to cool off and sit for a while. Now I could really feel the acid kicking in (about 3:30 pm). The ground was crawling and writhing, and my entire body felt like it was vibrating with electricity. Birds walking around looked much larger than I thought they should be, and I felt a curious confusion.

After a brief rest, we headed towards the boardwalks overlooking the swamps. There were quite a few other visitors bopping around, and they all looked and sounded so foreign to me, which at first I attributed to the drug's effects. After trying desperately to analyze someone's speech, I realized he was speaking French, and so was everybody else around us. This threw us into an intense state of hilarious confusion, and we could not stop laughing (loudly), making a mild spectacle of ourselves. Later I reasoned that a lot of tourists from French Canada probably come to the Everglades during the summer, but it made for an amusing twist at the time. We regained our composure and began hearing really foreign sounding animal noises as we approached the swamp. The only way I could describe it is to say that it sounded like a swamp ape, or some such mythical beast. The mention of the swamp ape sent us into another fit of hysterical laughter, which recurred every time it bellowed its primal grunts. The harder we tried to stifle our own laughter, the more uncontrollable it became. Acid has never made me giggly in the past, but I wasn't complaining, it was quite euphoric.

Once we got close to the swamp, we spotted a group of alligators, and I stared deeply into the eyes of one of these alien-looking reptiles until it swam away. The water was so clear, and although gators typically strike me as unpleasant looking, they appeared so beautiful at the time. Any irrational fear that I would normally have of being that close to one vanished, and all I could do was stare in amazement into its big black eyes. The gators seemed to pick up on it, and gravitated towards us during most of the trip. I should mention that we were safely separated from the swamp below, being suspended on the railed boardwalk about a foot above the gators.

By about 4:00 pm, we found a scenic spot to stare at the vastness of the swamp and delve introspectively into our individual experiences. The reflection of the sky glistening on the surface of the water looked like millions of sparkling blue diamonds, so bright that I had to squint to look at it. More positivity as I stood calmly existing, allowing myself to appreciate the beauty of the natural landscape. I took a second to look around me, I noticed about 10 other park visitors near us, trying to find what we were looking at. I guess my friend and I were both staring at the water for a long time, because they mistook us for keen observers of nature, when in fact we were staring at things they couldn't see (and likely never would). I nudged my friend to point out what was going on, and once again uncontrollable bursts of laughter flowed from us. The French tourists must have thought we were awfully strange; thankfully none of them felt alarmed, just shrugged us off as crazy Americans.

In another area, we see a gator jump into the water and swim towards us at high speed. It seemed alarming at first, but once it got close we saw something wrong with its leg. Once it was close enough we saw that its leg was in fact missing, and a bone was jutting out where the leg should have been. It was a little shocking initially, but the gator seemed just fine, swimming gracefully. It made me think of how a gator can sustain such a massive injury and continue living its life. No complaining, no self-pity, no medical treatment or moral support, just straight instinct and survival. I couldn't escape this thought, and I noticed that I was silently arguing with myself about the pros and cons of living in a structured civilization, as most humans do.

Starting to lose my grasp on reality now (about 5:00 pm), I see tourists in the distance imitating apes. I begin to lose my ability to tell the difference between the animals we observe and the humans observing them, as they seemed like such spectacles themselves. Overwhelmed and stuck in a loop with this uncomfortable feeling, I sat and concentrated on my visual experience nearby, watching the planks of wood unfold into vivid medieval battle scenes. I'm not really sure what prompted that type of visual, but I was grateful for the distraction it offered.

At around 6:00 pm, we decided it was a good time to smoke the joint we had brought, and the weed added a pleasant lift to the otherwise dreary mood I was feeling.

After a couple hours of continued exploration, we started to come down. The sun was setting at about 8:30 pm, and we headed out just as the mosquitoes came out in full force and devoured what was left of our flesh. It felt oddly refreshing. We got in the car, cranked up the air conditioning, put on some electronic-ish music, and drove out in our vessel of modern technology. The stark contrast was amusing, and was emphasized when I (accidentally) drove through a spider web on the way out. I jokingly said 'Fuck you, nature,' and we laughed once again.

We arrived back at my friend's house and sat on the porch discussing everything that happened. It was the most complete trip I've ever had. Despite being fatigued and covered in bites (not to mention smelling like shit) I felt refreshed from using my mind and body for 8 hours or so, drawing in so much experience and putting out so much energy. Also, I don't think I've ever laughed that hard and that frequently in any 8-hour period, which added to the pleasant afterglow.

As I said, I've tripped a few times before. My previous experiences allowed me to (barely) keep myself composed despite being so overstimulated. Point is, tripping in public, especially in the afternoon, is tricky and potentially dangerous, so I'm glad I waited to do it until I had a fair amount of prior experience.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 89144

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Nov 1, 2018	Views: 1,082

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		 DOSE:

		 100 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

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The substance(s) in this report is not properly identified. Although the report is included in the collection, the substance might be something other than the author believed it to be.]

My boyfriend and I wanted to candy-flip so we planned a vibe circle and invited a bunch of friends over to my apartment to trip with us. It was about 8 pm on a Wednesday, and this was my sixth time taking LSD and second time candy-flipping. Ironically, six is my lucky number.

He and I dropped roughly two hits each of this really good LSD via blotter paper and a point each of MDMA mixed in water. We had taken this LSD before and tripped face last time, so we were prepared for an awesome night. We were mostly right… our first mistake: since we got the “LSD” from a trusted friend we skipped testing it. We found out later, after testing what was left, it was actually 2C-T-7 because the friend had mixed up his blotters. I’m still unsure of how much I took, but we figured out it had to be over 13 milligrams because I nearly overdosed and was frying until that Saturday.

After we dropped, things felt pretty fine. I came up at about the same intensity I normally do, nothing was terribly out of the ordinary aside from all my sense of time being completely gone rather than just hindered. We passed a bong around at some point and I think I took about two small rips.

As I was coming up to my peak something felt strange, and I got really sick very fast. I went to vomit and figured it was probably just the molly making my stomach upset, because that often happens to me if I don’t take my points in thirds. A little while after that I was sitting on the couch and slowly it felt like my head was splitting open. I hit my peak when I felt immeasurable pain, then my vision went black, I locked up into the fetal position on the couch, and screamed at the top of my lungs. My boyfriend slapped me to knock me out of it, said something about being calm, and that’s when the universe flipped upside-down and turned inside out. Well, MY universe did… it all unraveled right in front of my eyes. I saw my whole life laid out in front of me, in one giant fractal. There was an overwhelming sense of déjà vu there. Every emotion I’ve ever felt washed over me, and I kept fluctuating between extreme pain to fear to intense pleasure to joy.

It felt like my body was being taken apart cell by cell, piece by piece—every layer of the universe was being peeled away. I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe; I was dying and coming back to life over and over again. I could feel my cells rolling together and tearing apart, and I was watching the fractal twisting itself in and out of oblivion. The universe turned into a flipbook, and my consciousness was in the middle of it all. There was no god, but there was god, but I was god, but I wasn’t god… It’s like I comprehended infinity. It was beautiful, and while I was terrified it all made perfect sense. I’d seen it before, it seems, over many lifetimes or over many eons. I was watching the golden ratio in effect, and I had reached nirvana.

It was in this kaleidoscope world where I figured out why we see fractals when we trip, so I tried desperately to communicate but just couldn’t. This was infuriating because I’m a writer so I knew if I tried hard enough I could explain what I was seeing. Alas, words eluded me! I kept getting frustrated, to the point where I was crying, that I couldn’t describe my trip.

Alas, words eluded me! I kept getting frustrated, to the point where I was crying, that I couldn’t describe my trip.

 Yet, at the same time, I was telepathically communicating with all the people in the room what was happening and they all understood me. They all knew what was going on, they were all there getting the universe torn apart with me, though to a lesser extent. In the back of my mind I kept hearing one of my friends saying “It’s a dream. Wake up.”

My boyfriend has had much more experience with hallucinogens than I have, 2Cs especially, so he was my spirit guide the entire night. I kept looking into his eyes and finding another edge of the universe in them. He was the only thing that kept me tied to reality, and if I got too “far away” he would bite my hand or kiss me to bring me back. The universe told me I’d met my soul mate. It made me exuberantly overjoyed: I kept kissing him, telling him how much I love him, how perfect he is, how he completes me, how I’m so happy I found him on the other side of the universe, and then ask if I could keep him forever. Then sometimes I felt an overwhelming sense of fear that I was dying, would start sobbing, then cling to him and cry “Please don’t go! I just found you! I don’t want to live without you! I don’t want to die!” I was afraid if I fell asleep I’d die, or my boyfriend may not be there if I woke up. It was horrifying, but my boyfriend guided me through it to the best of his ability and was able to pacify me during my mini panic attacks.

A term my friend coined for tripping way too hard is “zooted”, so one of the things I kept saying was “I’m zooted! Zooted, zoooooted, zoooooooted, zoootedzootedzooted!!” One of our favorite things to do whilst tripping is watch The Wachowski sibling’s “Speed Racer”. I loved the show as a child, and for some reason during my trip I would randomly sing “Go Speed Racer, goooo~!” In fact, I hallucinated that I was Speed Racer multiple times, and then I decided that the movie itself is also a giant fractal. Watch that movie and tell me I’m wrong. Seriously. It’s a visual masterpiece. On that one, one of the reasons why I figured out my boyfriend is my soulmate is because he’s the only other person I know who adores the movie as much as I do. Romantic stuff, huh?

After that, I wouldn’t stop speaking in binary (for lack of better term) as if we were living in The Matrix and I was directly translating the code. At this point I’d pretty much convinced myself that the Wachowski siblings invented the universe.

I kept seeing/hearing/saying something along the lines of “You’ve seen this before, and it’s the greatest love story that’s ever been told. The universe is just a bunch of tripping kids. Don’t be afraid. You’ve been here before. Everything’s going to be okay.” My déjà vu was driving me crazy, and I used google multiple times on my phone to look up what I saw, swearing I’d seen it once when I was idly browsing the internet.

I couldn’t stop twisting and writhing where I sat or laid; when I stood I’d turn in circles and grab the air as if I could touch the fractals swimming in my vision. I kept making weird noises, meowing, saying I was a cat, crying like an infant, moaning, groaning. I kept hallucinating I was seeing though other people’s vision, then snapping back into my reality. There were many times where I felt like I wasn’t at all in control, and what I was doing was just the universe settling back into place. I was afraid I’d actually hit the peak of my life when I peaked on this trip and that I’d be stuck moving like that forever. There was a point where I was offered a dab to calm down, which I happily took hoping for it to counteract my zootedness.

The next morning, I was still tripping way too hard, so my now-sober boyfriend took me to the hospital to make sure I would be okay. On our way to the car I cried out and proclaimed my water broke, to which my boyfriend assured me I wasn’t pregnant. When we got to the hospital and I got into the bed, I started hallucinating that I was giving birth. They gave me an antipsychotic (I was too far gone to remember the exact drug they gave me) and over time the universe was slowly catching back up to me.

I started hallucinating that I was giving birth. They gave me an antipsychotic (I was too far gone to remember the exact drug they gave me) and over time the universe was slowly catching back up to me.

Laying in the bed, I started turning over less and less as my exhausted brain urged me to sleep. I thought I was going to die if I let myself fall asleep; a small part of me was content with death, but the rest of me demanded I live. My boyfriend was sitting on my left, my roommate was sitting on my right, and a dear friend from high school who came to visit was standing at the foot of my bed. I told them something to the effect of “Thank you all so much for being with me. I love you all. You’re the greatest friends I could ever ask for. Thank you for sharing the universe with me. Thank you for being part of my universe. I can’t wait to experience this all again with you. I can’t wait to do this over and over and over again.”

When I was released Thursday night, I could still see fractals, but this time they were tracers that I was creating. When we got back to my apartment my boyfriend and I cozied up on the couch and I asked him to put on “Speed Racer”. As I was watching the movie, in the back of my mind I was the next 30 years go by, but the details were not clear enough for me to remember any of it. I saw a side-shot of either Speed Racer or Racer X, and that’s when the universe finally settled and I fell asleep. The visuals were gone the next day but up until around Saturday evening I still felt zooted, and things felt like they were repeating themselves. Déjà vu? A glitch in the Matrix? Who knows? My boyfriend took really good care of me, and so did all my friends, which made the experience a lot easier. We also theorized that the MDMA could have helped with the positive side of the ordeal and keeping me tied to reality.

It took me a while for my brain to feel settled and for so long I’d forgotten the details of what happened. It was strange though: a few weeks later, the more I smoked weed the more bits and pieces came together in my memory. Just the other day we lit up a bowl and that’s when I remembered exactly what happened. I was so frightened but also amazed. Once more I tried to describe what I saw, but still no words came. Was I alone in this insanity? I turned to my greatest ally: the interwebs! I quickly came to find that I was far from alone. I found so many more accounts similar to mine about the universe splitting apart on psychedelics. Even the dude who invented LSD saw what I saw! It was this way I was finally able to put into words what I saw and felt.

I figured out what I meant when I said “The universe is just a bunch of tripping kids”: it’s like us psychonauts help the universe move in the golden ratio, or maybe we just bear witness to it every time we trip. Maybe the universe is just helping us rationalize when we hit the peak of a fractal and have to turn over. I’m not sure if I can explain why, but I just know why we see fractals when we trip. Even now I’m not sure how to describe it. The fractals are always there because they’re the seams of the universe, but when we trip we can see them, I guess? I also wondered, when we “peak”, do we literally hit the peak of a fractal then spiral back downwards?

A lot of the people who saw what I saw have sworn off hallucinogens (or drugs in general). Will I? For a long time I was very afraid to trip again. Seeing the universe begin and end all at once was overwhelming…

For a long time I was very afraid to trip again. Seeing the universe begin and end all at once was overwhelming…

 but after some reflection and figuring out what happened, I’m more open to it, ESPECIALLY considering what I took was 2C-T-7, not LSD, and the amount I took almost killed me. That in mind, I feel like I can take on a regular trip just fine and I even welcome the notion.

I keep having mixed feelings about the experience: some days it terrifies me to think about, and other days I’m stoked that it happened. Did I experience ego death? I’m not entirely sure. Hopefully I won’t form any kind of psychosis over the event, which is my only fear. Talking about it helps a lot, which is why I decided to share my story. Right now, I just want to know what happened to me scientifically rather than spiritually. What did I see? Why did I see it? What process of that brain makes this so? Most of my answers came from information about the golden ratio and fractals. More research is in order, and I feel like I wont have any more answers unless I trip again. To zoot or not to zoot? That is the question!

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 105686

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Nov 5, 2018	Views: 1,809

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Small Group (2-9) (17), What Was in That? (26), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

I was always interested in the the effects of LSD and mushrooms long before I was ever involved in drug use myself, mostly because I knew it had inspired some of my favorite musicians, authors, and other figures I admired.  I was experienced with marijuana, having been smoking for the better part of a year and had been actively looking for shrooms for close to two months at the time but the connections kept falling through.  When my friends told me they had an acid hookup who was good I bought three hits, one for me and two of my friends who I will call C and J, with a kind of nervous excitement.

My friend C ended up taking his hit a few days before J and I, and I spent the day with him to see how he reacted.  His trip seemed very mental, though just from smoking weed with him on a regular basis I knew he often ended up in his head while I tend to be enthralled by how things look and sound and was expecting a very different trip than the one he had.

J and I took our hits at approximately 4:30 in the afternoon a few days later in our dorm.  I noted the blotter paper had a vaguely metallic taste.  I kept the paper on my tongue for about 20 minutes until it dissolved and I swallowed it.  After swallowing our paper J and I went downstairs where he smoked a cigarette (I don't smoke) and then we went into the store and each bought a bottle of orange juice to sip on while we waited for the effects to set in.

Back in our dorm we were starting to feel the onset of the acid.  I had butterflies in my stomach and was feeling very excited, though I can't say for sure if this was the effect of the drug or just my natural excitement about what was about to happen.

To occupy our minds for a while J put on “Wasp/ Behind the Wall of Sleep/ Bassically/ N.I.B.” by Black Sabbath with the Classic iTunes visualizer on.  I'm not sure at what point during the almost ten minute song I actually began tripping, but when it finished and I pulled my eyes away from the screen the effects of the acid were definitely hitting me.  The outline of my hand specifically seemed to undulate, like it was breathing.

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

It was at this point that J and I gave C a call to drive us around and smoke some weed as we had planned.  He took us out and we drove around our usual burn routes and the three of us smoked two bowls I believe.  The music playing in the car was all encompassing. I was trying hard to keep up in C who was quite talkative (as he tends to be when high) but the sensory experience was too powerful and I really didn't hear much of what he had to say from the back seat.  As we were driving I watched the clouds which had some of the most interesting visuals of the entire trip, the clouds seemed to bloom outwards into starburst shapes in time with the music we were listening to.  We parked beside a river which we had planned on going to watch but J vetoed the idea in favor of sitting in the car and listening to music.  I was fine with that idea at the time, enjoying the view of the bushes outside (the branches of which were waving around in a very lifelike manner) though in retrospect I wish we had gone out to enjoy the river.  Inside the confines of the car I started to get sucked into my mind and grew somewhat silent.

It's hard to explain, but it was as though my mind split into two halves, one that was caught in a standard stream-of-consciousness and one that was watching the other half critically.  The second, critical half kept questioning if I was tripping (as the visual effect of the drug was quite different than I had anticipated) despite the fact that I obviously was.  Every now and then I was struck by an epiphany, that the only reason my mind was acting strange was because of the drug and then I would be happy to watch the world for a while, but then I would sink back into the uncomfortable mind patterns.  A change of scenery probably would have done me good to keep my mind occupied, but in the end J and I went back up to our dorm thinking that the familiarity of our dorm was what we really wanted.

In the dorm I laid down on my bed while J chose music.  The acid was making me feel completely strange by this point, though it isn't anything I can really put my finger on.  Everything simply seemed completely alien to me on a fundamental level

The acid was making me feel completely strange by this point, though it isn't anything I can really put my finger on.  Everything simply seemed completely alien to me on a fundamental level

, I remember even my blanket felt strange.  J put on the Klaxons, a band that I wasn't familiar with at all, which added to the alien nature of the world around me immensely.

There is a period of time here that I lost.  I don't know how to explain it except in contrast to how I felt when I snapped out of it: When I sat up what felt like an eternity after laying down on my bed (though it was probably not very long at all) it was as though I suddenly remembered who I was and where I was, and yes, I had in fact taken acid earlier.  The period of time in which I was laying down was one without thought, not even comprehending everything that I was seeing, hearing, and feeling.  The one solid memory I have of the experience was the poster beside my bed, a Klaxons poster to match the music.  The poster is set up like a collage and all the pieces of it were moving around each other in a fluid and slightly disorienting manner.

After snapping out of my trance if you will I was quite worried about the road the acid was taking me down.  I was aware that the trip I was having was not what I really wanted to have but just the fact that I knew I wanted to have a better trip seemed to calm me down.  What I really wanted was something normal to grab on to instead of the strangeness I had been going through and thinking about my trip as just the effects of a drug was a good start to grounding myself in reality.  J had also been having a mental trip and was for us finding a change of scenery.  My depth perception was all messed up as we walked down the hallway to the elevator, it almost seemed like the floor was slanted.

Outside, J called another friend of ours, B, who invited us to his room to play a round of Nazi Zombies.  I got myself under control in B's room while he and J played videogames but still had an anxious, nervous undercurrent to everything I did.  After a few minutes we had to leave B so he could study so J and I stepped outside and I called a friend of mine, M, who was a very experienced tripper.  I told M I was on acid and he immediately asked if everything was beautiful and perfect.  I told him it was more strange than I had expected, almost too disjointed from reality and he helped to talk me down.  Just hearing his voice practically lifted the anxious feeling from my trip and made me feel comfortable again.  He told me some websites to go to and by the end of our conversation I felt like I had risen above the trip and it was no longer in control.

After talking with M I was feeling tons better, but J was still floundering with the drug so he and I decided to go on a walk around the campus.  Being outside felt much better and we found a good spot to sit on campus underneath a sort of bridge that connected two halves of a building. We probably sat for an hour or more, sometimes silently sometimes talking.  Outside I finally returned to some visual effects of the trip; the bricks in the wall across from me seemed to be moving, every other row seemed to be scrolling to the left or to the right.  I talked about how I underestimated the acid, how it was completely different than I had anticipated.  He said that he too wasn't having a “normal” trip but had been spending most of the time thinking about his life, school, and other concerns that he had been having.  We decided that while we weren't having a normal trip it was still positive in the end.  It had put things in a new perspective for both of us.  Sitting outside there calmed us both down and put us in a sort of self-cleansing state of mind.  The total experience had left me emotionally exhausted, the way I feel after a heavy cry and something I hadn't felt in a long time.

By this point it was after 10:00 pm (it was the first time I really became aware of time) and me and J decided to go to his friend A's house.  I was feeling down from the acid by this point (though still slightly disjointed from reality, like after a weed comedown) so I drove us to A's place where he and his girlfriend had been drinking wine.  The four of us all drank a bunch of wine, smoked a lot of weed, and watched Across the Universe.  The movie, alcohol, and marijuana all combined to bring back the tripping state of mind (though with virtually no visual effects) and left me feeling very comfortable, much more so than I had felt at any other part of the night.

In the end, it was a good experience in that it taught me how to trip.  If I could go back I would probably do it slightly differently but I'm glad I had the experience.  I wish I had understood the drug more before I took it so that I could have prepared myself more fully

I wish I had understood the drug more before I took it so that I could have prepared myself more fully

 but I feel that now my next time will be much more positive throughout.  More than anything this trip made me respect LSD more than I did.  As J said to me: “People think that acid is just like a cool light show or something, but really it can put you in your place.”  It was, ironically, quite a sobering experience.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 85095

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Nov 12, 2018	Views: 906

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