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

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

I have tried acid on two occasions.  I have been extremely interested in the psychedelic experience and particularly LSD for most of my life.  I was always told how 'bad' LSD was and how it would eat holes in my brain and make me go insane and all sorts of similar utter BS that I was naive enough to believe before I began to research it.

I smoke cannabis fairly frequently.  Just to give you an idea of what kind of person I am to help you better understand my experience, I am an 'intellectual', I love learning and am extremely inquisitive, and I am also very intelligent, am what a Freudian psychiatrist would call 'well adjusted' and I possess a very strong psyche. I am a medical student.  After all of my research I decided that I would be safe in experimenting with it.  I've always wondered what it would be like to see something that really wasn't there.

I had an opportunity to do LSD with my best friend.  He has tried it in the past but nowhere nearly as much as we did.  The plan was that at dusk we would take two hits, and when we started feeling the effects, we would do two more.  So we obtained the LSD in blotter form, and consumed two.  We had several friends over just to hang out for a little while, and we were hanging out in my living room drinking some beer (I was not drinking) when my best friend told me that he reccomended that we smoke some weed, as the depressent effect would help me have a better, more relaxed trip.  I agreed and we smoked a small amount of weed, just enough to feel nice and relaxed.

About 30-45 minutes after eating the hits, I began to notice this strange sensation coming over me.  It was as if my mind, my own being had become strangely fluid in form.  I looked at the ceiling and noticed that my white ceiling had taken on a distinctively pink hue and there were dark shapes circling through the ceiling.  I was instantly reminded of sharks circling a boat.  I dive fairly frequently but have no fear of these creatures whatsoever.  In fact, I have very little fear of anything.  I am extremely rational and 'sensible'.

The first real intense feeling I had reminded me very much of Hoffman's description of 'a strange being [seizing] my mind and compressing his grip about me'.  I felt as though all of a sudden there was literally a strange, alien entity that had an almost tangible form, everywhere and nowhere at once, pulling me into this strange dream world.  I tried to fight this unnatural feeling, and my surrounding immediately took on a more sinister, foreboding appearence.  My friend reassured me that as long as I fought it, I would have a chaotic, 'bad' trip.  I knew that there was little I could do to come down at that point, I knew the effects would be temporary and I knew that whatever happened, I would be fine.  This reassured me greatly and I stopped trying to wrestle with this feeling in my mind.  This is when everything became incredible, enough of an experince to change my life.

I felt myself slip further and further away from reality.  I felt near total dissociation with my own body, and near total association with every aspect of my environment.  Time ceased to have any real meaning or importance, I no longer concerned myself with such seemingly trivial thoughts.  My head raced with nearly every memory and experience I had ever had in my life.  I remembered things that I have tried to repress for years and years.  When I came to unpleasent or bad memories, I suddenly saw those experiences in a new light.  They were no longer 'bad memories' but rather experiences that I could learn from.  I came to terms with many bad events from my past.

About one hour into the trip, we took the two more hits.  This would soon prove to be somewhat of a mistake.  I was feeling very, very good with the first two, so I figured I would do two more.  After another half hour went by, things became, it's very hard to describe, I will say it was as if I were literally in the center of a tornado, I felt this stream of horrible, demonic images, I heard hellish screams and saw disfigured, horrible struggling images of monster like creatures writhing in agony.  I believe, on retrospect, that the trip took a decided downward turn because I tried to fight the effects of the acid when my surrounding became far too alien and distorted.

I was literally laying on my bed staring at the hellish surrounding my mind was conjuring for me.  This was quite easily the most terrifying experience of my life.  I am unsure as to how long I laid on my bed watching this nightmare.  I was terrified of closing my eyes, because every time I did I would see a horrible disfigured face right in front of my own.  I believe I was in this nightmare for approximately thirty minutes before my friend noticed what I was going through.  He came over to me, smiled and sat me up, and simply said 'bro, don't fight it.'  He turned on the light, (it was previously very very dark in my room) and almost instantly the entire room became this wonderful keladescope of colors.

So many colors, all of the colors at once. It was almost this liquid form covering the walls of my room. jumping out of the walls and flipping, swirling, rippling everywhere and covering everything at once.  I was overcome with this intense feeling of well-being and peacefulness with myself and everything around me.  We listened to some music which was an incredible experience in itself.  I could literally see the sound waves dancing across the room, the colors dancing to the beat.

After that my friend and I walked down to the beach (I live on the beach).  The moon was intensely bright, the stars were all twinkling intesnely bright, it was incredible.  We smoked a blunt and sat on the rocks for a while, just staring at the moon and discussing inner thoughts and feelings about this trip.  The warmth and well-being that engulfed me was such a radical change from the nightmare dreamworld I was experienceing earlier. It was incredible.  It changed my outlook on life for the better.

Overall, I would reccomend Hofmann's child to anyone with a strong mind and an open imagination.  It made me aware of so many things in my own mind and of so many different perspectives that I simply do not see or care about when sober.  Of course, I should have taken a much smaller dosage for my first time, but I figured that I could 'Handle it'.  This is not something you just 'handle' like drinking one too many beers or smoking one too many bowls.  At one point, I was literally in another dimension of reality, not in my own body, watching through my eyes from the side of the room while this tornado of motion and images and all manner of sensations swept through me.  I'm hooked.  I want to trip again, to experience this dream world again.  I now fully understand Hoffman's bicycle ride.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 43280

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 3, 2007	Views: 8,194

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		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This report is an attempt to look at all of my mushroom/lsd experiences over the past 3 years and identify recurring sensations and ideas from all of them.  I wouldn't say I'm a veteran tripper.  But I would say that I have had enough experiences to know what I can expect and also to avoid truly negative experiences.

My first experience was with lsd during a blizzard in 2003, coincidentally it was also my first time seeing the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.  Anyone familiar with the film knows that this made for an interesting experience.  Of course prior to this first trip I was relatively unfamiliar with the overall effects of either mushrooms or lsd.  As far as the hallucinations went it was very different from all of my later experiences.  Anyhow, I spent most of the experience really doing a lot of thinking.  Questions about life and the world would pop into my head, and then answer themselves almost as quickly as they came up.  Despite this however I really couldn't make sense afterwards of all the theoretical answers I was receiving.  This slowly changed over the course of the next 3 years.

My next 3 experiences were also with LSD, out of all of them I had one significant experience, I was on a couch in my friend's basement and had pulled a blanket over my head, when suddenly the world I knew disappeared and was replaced with a sea of different colored strands all winding in erratic patterns seamlessly around each other.  No strand was the same color as another.  Then I noticed there was one black strand that stood out, almost instantly I came to the conclusion that what I was looking at was actually all the spirits of the plants and creatures on earth combined into this sea of colors, and that the black strand was supposed to symbolize my own soul as a part of that sea.  This vision carried over to later trips as the notion of all things being one (yes the same idea that is a large part of the Buddhist faith).

My fifth experience was with psilocybin mushrooms, a large part of this trip occurred on a public bus and in a shopping mall which wasn't very pleasant but didn't turn the whole experience sour.  I remember watching the clouds change form and watching the grass grow in fast forward, much like stop motion photography.  3 friends and I split about a quarter ounce of potent mushrooms 4 ways and decided to ride the bus to the mall.  It was a hot summer day and the bus was heavily air conditioned.  We got on the bus just as we were starting to notice effects.  At first everything was fine, I was staring out the window at the sky in wonder.  Then as the effects got more intense I started sweating a little at first, eventually reaching the point where I was POURING sweat.  Then I noticed other people on the bus were looking at and conversing about me.  I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes and tried to ignore it for the rest of the 45 minute bus ride.  I remember thinking to myself, you idiot you ate poisonous mushrooms, and freaking out about it.  About 10 minutes into the bus ride I started to get the urge to pee which got worse and worse, I wanted to get off the bus and get back on but then I would have lost my friends, so I waited it out.

Finally we arrived at the mall and I ran off the bus and made a bee line for the bathroom in the mall.  Taking a leak has never felt so good, and then I left the bathroom and went back outside the mall to find my friends and smoke a cigarette.  I realized I was no longer sweating profusely even though I was now back in the summer heat and that in fact, I was almost completely dry.  I remember feeling as though I had been somehow reborn, which I think was the most important aspect of the experience, so I won't continue.

My next 3 experiences, the last of my first 8 were all with psilocybin mushrooms.  All of these had strong Buddhist themes, and the all things are one concept really started to come to me.  The strange thing about all that is that I really had had no interest or knowledge of Buddhism prior to these first 8 experiences.  I would say the most powerful vision I had during these next 3 experiences started with me laying on the floor staring at a plaster ceiling.  The patterns of the plaster started becoming human in form and soon became a geometric pattern made up of human forms in all different colors all connecting to each other in different ways, some were hugging, some were engaged in intercourse, some were just connected by limbs locked together.  This reoccurred in other surfaces throughout the rest of the trip.  This is probably the most inspiring thing I have ever seen, under the influence or not.

Essentially my first 8 experiences were somewhat of an introduction to Buddhism, or a shaping of my spiritual views, even though I was raised Christian.  Especially the last two, as I was attending an Introduction to Philosophy class at the time.  After all this it was a while before I had any really inspiring experiences, mostly just interesting visuals that really didn't have much symbolism for me.  Then on Halloween of 2005, I split an 8th of mushrooms with a friend.  This trip was significant because that night a very large asteroid supposedly scraped the surface of the atmosphere and I had heard about it on some evening news program prior to the trip.  So that was on my mind especially since I essentially got to watch a meteor shower all night.  There was something on the news program about scientists predicting that the asteroid would return in 7 years.  I had studied the Mayan civilization in school many years before and during the peak, remembered learning that for some reason the Mayan calendar ended in 2012.  Then I realized that 2012 was exactly 7 years from 2005, and the next logical conclusion I could come to was that this asteroid that was scraping the atmosphere that night was the reason why the Mayan calendar ends in 2012... or rather a collision of this asteroid with earth.

I came away from this trip with a new outlook on life. I concluded that if our planet is only going to be around or supporting life for 7 more years, then we all should live our lives accordingly, by being good to each other and living the fullest lives possible.  Since then I have tripped many more times all of which were mostly visual, of course some of them were more intense than others.  Out of all of them I've had about 5 extremely intense visual trips, 2 with mushrooms, and 3 with lsd.  During the most intense parts of all 5 of them I've had a very recognizable recurring hallucination.  The best way I can describe this vision is an infinite ever changing kaleidoscopic pattern made up of these faces, all of the faces in the pattern are the same, save for their color or arrangement in the pattern which although is constantly changing, is always symmetrical.  I have become very interested in figuring out if this vision has any kind of significant meaning.

Recently I attended somewhat of a hippie gathering in Ohio, which was where I had one of those 5 extremely intense trips, this time with mushrooms.  Once again for almost the entire peak I was seeing this same hallucination, with one difference which I later attributed to the most intense point in the peak.  The change was very brief lasting only about 30 seconds, I had closed my eyes for a moment and suddenly the changing kaleidoscope face pattern changed from the many many faces I was accustomed to just one large one staring at me face to face, only now there was a lot more detail, it was wearing some sort of headdress and had a yellow tint to it at first.  Next the tint of the face changed from yellow to purple and the headdress changed shape as well, this happened 2 more times, first changing from purple to blue, and then from blue to red.  Then I lost it and I was back to the kaleidoscope type pattern.  I came away from this most recent experience with the notion that these 4 different colored faces I saw must be some kind of beings or deities, and they definitely appeared to be female, although I wasn't able to come up with any meaning behind the vision.  However, I am curious about it as I have talked to 2 other seasoned trippers who have seen and described this kaleidoscope of faces exactly as I would describe it.

I believe it's possible that for that one brief moment I was starting to break through to some plane I had not previously been able to reach.  I look forward to my next intense experience so I can focus on this vision and perhaps walk away with some sort of new realization.  For now though, only time will tell.

Tripping is a very spiritual thing for me and I think that it has made me a better person overall.  I'm not saying it's for everyone, but I think it has a great potential for some people.  Ciao.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 56239

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 14, 2007	Views: 13,567

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		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

After a long day of smoking cannabis with my ex-boyfriend and two other people, my ex decided to suggest that I take a few hits of acid with him. I was extremely nervous, seeing as how I had only taken it once before and had mild effects. The first time I only took one blotter and since it didn't have much of an effect on me, my ex suggested that I increased the dose. We were sitting in a small bedroom watching t.v. with his friends. I told him I would take the acid, but as soon as it started effecting me I wanted just him and I to go into a separate room from everyone else in order to lessen the chances of wigging out.

He gave me 3 hits and I took them all at once around 10 p.m. I sucked on the acid for about 20 minutes until I swallowed them. It wasn't until about 15 minutes later that I started to feel a little light with a nice mellow body high that sort of gave me an involuntary shit grin on my face. I turned to my ex and told him I was ready to go in the other room. He said he was going to get something to drink and that I could head in to the room and he would meet me there.

As soon as I opened the door I got my first visual. He has a brown leather jacket lying on a lay-z boy chair. I watch the jacket float all the way up to the ceiling. I thought to myself that what I was seeing was not normal and that I must be beginning my first intense trip. When my ex walked in I explained to him what I saw and he merely laughed and told me to expect much more overwhelming feelings and sights. The whole time I kept getting intense rushes all over my body that caused me to sporatically inhale and exhale very deeply. I noticed that I had a constant fixation on the time and I keep asking myself what I would normally be doing at this exact time of night if I was not tripping on acid.

My visuals and body high kept getting more and more intense as the time went by. I do not remember the next two hours at all. The next thing I knew, I was looking around and everything was moving too fast and changing shapes so much that I could not decipher what was what. For example I was lying on the floor and my ex said 'Baby why don't you try to stand up.' I didn't even know I was lying down. He told me that I replied by saying 'I don't know which is the ground and which is the floor.' He never once laughed at me nor did he think I was crazy. He would always allow me to express myself and then in the end always reminded me that I was just tripping on a drug and that none of this was real.

Finally, he got me to sit up on the floor. We started talking, though I have no clue what the topic of our conversation was. I do remember him saying something about having physical proof that god does not exist and wanting a piece of paper for me to write this down. I started to write in between the lines of notebook paper but the lines started whirling so fast that I couldn't seem to get anything down. I zoned out in to the strange world that was all white with these beautiful blue lines surrounding me. The lines reminded me a little of the wind because they would swirl around me and cause me to get the cold chills and they would blow my hair back like the wind.

All of the sudden I was back in the room. My boyfriend was still talking unaware of my current state of mind. I stop him in mid-conversation and I started laughing shyly and said 'You know what? I don't know who you are; as a matter of fact, I don't even know who I am.' To this day my ex said that the seriousness in my face and voice was probably one of the scariest things he has witnessed in his life. He would tell me our names, where we were at, who my family and friends were, what year it was, what state we were in, even as far as what planet we were on. Everything sounded very familar like I dreamt it but I could not put the face of my father with his name.

This was a repetitive process for the next 10 hours. Despite of the situation, I stayed calm thanks to the help of a wonderful boyfriend and friend. I couldn't of made it without him. He guided me the rest of the way on my trip. He sat indian style and laid me in his lap and rubbed my temples while describing these beautiful sceneries and allowing me to picture them in my head. Even though I didn't know who he was at the time I felt very safe and comfortable with him and I even told him I liked him that night and that I wanted to be his friend, not knowing he was my boyfriend at the time. He became my security blanket until I finally came out of my trip.

I threw up one time in the morning and had mild trails for the rest of the day but I was back to the proper state of mind. This was a life-altering situation for me and made me realize the importance of life and just how intense this could become.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 43492

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 27, 2007	Views: 6,553

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LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), Relationships (44), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

My Girlfriend Tess lives in a town not far from mine, I visit constantly and always stay over. At this point, we've been going out for over 6 months. My friend Dan was invited over. Her house is a 10 min walk away from her university with fast food chains all over the place, as well as paths that lead to forests and open fields. Anything and everything you can think of, is in a 15-20 min walk from her house. An ideal place to trip comfortably. I had bought a bunch of LSD on blotter paper and sold some to Dan and my girlfriend. Dan, Tess and I had all tried LSD before, me twice, them once. Though my girlfriend didn't really have much of a trip her first time, she had to focus on her university lecture.

Tess and I wake up to Dan calling my cell phone saying he'll be over in an hour or so. He arrives an hour later, and we all start chilling in Tess’ room. It's in the basement, she lives in a house with multiple house mates. I decide to try to eat as many crackers as I could before taking the tabs, because I knew I wouldn't be able to eat while tripping. So I ate like 25 crackers or so. Not very many. I then cut up the tabs, I had 20 or so all stuck together. The picture from the sheet were anime characters standing in front of a tripped out background.

I gave my girlfriend 2 and a half hits, and Dan and I both took 3 each. Before this I've tried acid with only 1 hit. I wanted a trip I'd never forget. We took the hits at 1:15 pm. The three of us are all very experienced drug users, and couldn't wait to all trip together. What are the chances of something like this actually falling through? I'm glad we took advantage. The acid taste somewhat metallic, kinda gross, but not a lot. Maybe a bit salty perhaps. I held it in my mouth for 5 minutes or so, and swallowed the hits. I took a picture of Dan sticking out his tongue with 3 hits on it, I hope I get that picture back.

We all decided to put on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on to get us in the right mindset to trip. Also, the movie is like 3 hours long, so we knew we would be feeling it by the time it was half way done or so. We smoked a small bowl in my bong while watching the movie, just to kick start the acid a little bit. Personally, it's one of my favorite movies and I enjoyed watching it as much as I always do, perhaps a little bit more that day.

By 2:30 we were feeling the LSD fairly strongly, and decided to stop the movie. The room didn't seem all that dark, we left the lights on, but once we got outside we felt like we were living in a cave! It was a gorgeous day, extremely bright and the sunlight felt nice and warm beaming down on our black sweaters. We decided to hang out in the back of the house, and smoked a cigarette or two. We did this often, moving from Tess’ room to behind the house. We usually smoked weed indoors though.

While we were in the back I began noticing detail standing out in everything. Visuals are interesting on LSD. I've learned how to control them, it's very hard to explain how, but it's almost like being skilled at zoning out. I didn't want to explore my visual powers, so I kept that at a minimum, just gazing at everything in awe because I could see contrast in light and shadows like never before, every line, wrinkle, or mishape in anything. I could see certain colors standing out better, and would notice anything that is blue. Blue was very vivid to me.

One of Tess’ house mates needed our help with his car. He was testing out the pressure of the engine. Tess got in the drivers seat and revved the engine. After she was done I got in and did the same thing. He didn't know we were on acid. It was a lot of fun being in the car, I haven't driven in months.

We went back into Tess’ room, and I decided to spin a joint. At first I didn't think I could do it, when I was spinning the joint I kept tripping out to how the paper felt. It's so thin, yet I could feel the texture of it more than ever. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I ended up with a perfectly rolled joint in my hand without hardly noticing what I was doing. I put the joint in my pocket for safe keeping. After that we decided to go for a walk, and just kinda went where our legs took us. On the walk Tess said she felt like she was going to throw up for a second, but it went away very quickly.

We walked down a path for about 15 minutes, and came across a gorgeous field I had found earlier while skateboarding around. It was near a busy road, but far enough off so all we could hear were the birds. The grass was soft, and felt like we were walking on the moon, kinda like soft earth I guess. We sat down, and it was real nice. This is one of my favorite parts of my trip. I was spread out like a flower, absorbing all the sunlight. We spoke about anything and everything. We spoke about religion, life, drugs, fears, whatever we wanted. We were feeling the LSD very strongly, yet could communicate fine. 'Buy the ticket, Take the ride, you're going for a trip!'

I would stare into the grass, and just gaze at all the leafs in the grass, and the hairs, and the detail was standing out so much it was almost moving and felt alive. I would then flip on my back, and stare into the clouds, which were giant and magnificent. I've never been able to focus so well on a cloud, watching it float around and away. So incredible, I could hardly believe my eyes. I would then focus to what was closer to my face, and notice a bunch of bugs flying above my face. As we layed there and spoke, and soaked up the sun, I could feel my body slowly closing up. We talked a lot about how religion is like a cult that got too big. As the sun went down, and the wind picked up, the flower began to close. At one point I was curled up into a ball, at this point I knew it was time to leave.

Next time I do LSD I want to make myself a schedule. It's too hard to make up my mind while on acid. I'd almost wish I had someone with me that would lead the way, or tell me what to do. I thought of making a list of things to do, and when we could do them, follow a schedule. There was another forest and little stream I wanted to visit, but we didn't have time, and we were starting to get cold. Apparently we were laying in that field for over an hour, although it really didn't feel like it. Dan was hungry, so we started following him to Subway. It took him awhile to decide what he wanted. Tess and I knew our stomachs were pretty much empty, but couldn't eat. As we were walking back up the path Tess went to a bush to take a piss.

Dan and I kept walking and went under a bridge. Before while passing it we spoke about how cool it looked, and we kinda wanted to climb it. Without much hesitation this time, we bolted up the side of it and sat down on the top edge underneath the bridge and looked at each other, then looked at our feet, and how high up we ran and then looked back at each other. Dan says 'Oh shit, how are we going to get down?' At this point we both blasted into uncontrollable madman laughter for about a minute. I got up and began slowly making my way back down, and then began jumping down. It was pretty sketchy. We told Tess what we found, and got her to run up. She understood how amazing it was once she was up there. The patterns up there were confusing, it felt like I was in the labyrinth. After that we began walking to Subway.

When we went inside, our vibes were much different. It was uncomfortable sitting in the subway with people coming in and out constantly. Tess didn't like it at all, and I didn't really feel like baring it, so after Dan grabbed his sub we got the fuck out of there. It was VERY hot inside, and once we got outside it was hard for me to tell what temperature I was at. I couldn't tell if I was hot or cold. We began walking back to Tess’ house.

Once we were about 2 minutes away from her house, with it fully in sight I caught a glance at a woman walking a small dog on the other side of the street. It kinda looked like one of my high school teachers. As we got closer, I realized my eyes weren't fooling me, it was Miss Carroll! She is always telling me how she is going to break my fingers, how she knows everything, how she'll give me the weekend off if I'm good in class, never truly serious, but tries to seem like it. Our relationship is weird, she yells at me, cause she likes me. I sometimes catch her smirking in class, I know it's all jokes and she loves to scare kids. She is a psych teacher, what do you expect? She loves messing with my mind.

So ya, I bumped into THAT one. The one teacher that I'd actually care about running into while tripping hard on LSD. We crossed the road and met up with her. I was all smiles, and could only really say 'Oh my God, Miss Carroll! Fancy seeing you here! Wow, hahahaha, can't believe you're here! Whoaaa hahaha' and was trying not to look into her sunken eyes. She knew I was fucked, my eyes were like black holes. Dan doesn't have her in any classes, and had sun glasses on, so he just kept his distance. Tess jumped in and fully had a conversation, which I don't recall all of. Her eyes must have given it away too. My teacher knew we were on something and before she left us told me 'You never know who you're gonna run into! Buy a comb, and I'll see you in class on Monday Lance!'. As we were walking away all I could constantly repeat was 'Oh my God, that just changed my life!!!'.

We got inside, and took her easy while in Tess’ room. By this time it was around 5:30 I think, my time perception was completely lost. We decided to smoke that joint that was in my pocket. To Tess and Dan’s surprise it was perfectly fine, and they were amazed by that! They thought since it was in my pocket that whole time it would have got bent, but I shrugged and lit it.

When I smoke weed while tripping on LSD all it seems to do it make me retarded. I mean like, I can hardly form sentences or keep conversation after smoking. I put on a CD or three. We all layed down, Dan on the ground and Tess and I were on the bed. I remember at one point all I could really mutter was 'Music!!! mmmUUUSIC!' which frightened me a bit because I reminded myself of Dr. Gonzo, and laughed it off. We ended up listening to Supergrass, Broken Social Scene, and I think something else, can't remember right now, but similar music I'm sure. I believe it was The Music, yeah.

While listening to these CDs we just zoned out completely. I layed on the bed, and closed my eyes. I had awesome closed eye visuals. My body felt amazing, almost as if I didn't have one. It was a crazy body buzz, and I was totally digging it. Another high point of the trip for me! At one point we all got up and realized we had been laying there without saying a word for over an hour. Almost two I think.

At this point Tess had to call her sister, and let her know we couldn't join her at the bar. She just got into university, and wanted to celebrate. Tess went upstairs, and Dan and I began zoning out to Supergrass while trying to start conversation. It didn't last too long. This is where I had my most hardcore hallucinations. Tess’ walls consist of pictures taped on, a mirror, and a poster or two. Suddenly the pictures started to slowly flap up and down, and I told Dan that I was beginning to hallucinate pretty hard. I told him the pictures were moving, and then suddenly they began moving much quicker. I told him everything was coming to life, and he seemed to think I was going crazy. Suddenly Tess’ wall slipped off into blackness before my very eyes, it was like watching paint fall off a canvas and into blackness. With my eyes open all I could see what pure darkness. I quickly closed my eyes and rubbed them, and everything was back to normal. While the wall dropped I screamed and was very shooken up from the experience. It kinda caught me off guard.

I was a little shaky after that for awhile, I couldn't keep my hands straight, very annoying. It was hard for me to calm down after seeing that happen. Tess then came back, and I thought Dan thought I was going crazy or something after that happened, so vibes got a little weird at this point, but not for too long. Tess told us some pretty intense news, apparently her sister got in a horrible car crash! The car was totaled, but she was fine thank God! Her boyfriend was also fine, they went to the hospital as a precaution, but they were only a little bit sore. Tess then had to call home and speak to her mother, but she said it wasn't too bad.

After that I began asking Dan about his visuals, and if he was hallucinating as much as me. He didn't really seem to understand. Apparently my friend Dan has never really had a visual, they don't seem to effect him. He has the idea of what the beginning of a visual is like, but that's about it. I tried to teach him how to see things move and stuff, but he couldn't get it. It really weirded me out, because my visuals change my trip a lot and the way I think.

After that it was starting to get late, and Dan had to drive home that night. He couldn't leave much later than midnight. He kept going outside and smoking ciggys. Tess and I would stay inside and go outside to keep Dan company, but it was getting cold to stay out long. Something very strange happened to me the first time Dan left Tess and I alone. Tess and I were looking at each others eyes for a minute or two, when suddenly I felt like I was going to puke. I told her 'Oh shit, I feel like I'm going to puke!' and within those 5 seconds that I felt that way I was holding my mouth shut and ran to the closest garbage and puked up my crackers and water. It wasn't too bad, but pretty gross.

It was finally time, Dan left and we all said Goodbye. What a great experience to share with each other. Being on the same levels as each other, and knowing it. I remember when we were at the field I would say 'LSD makes the world feel big again, and that's exactly what I want. I hate how media and technology makes the world feel small. It isn't. We are the ones who are small, and I feel FUCKING GREAT knowing that I'm a piece of shit in this world. I'm nothing, I'm meaningless. I just a piece of shit, and I know it. And I feel great about it.' I'd probably say that this trip was one of the most religious trips I've ever had. I enjoyed it VERY MUCH.  I tell Dan to call me when he gets home, so we know he made it fine.

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

Tess and I begin watching a bunch of trippy movies I have, short films, Music videos, and radiohead dvds. An hour passes by and we realize Dan never called! My heart almost stopped, I ran to my phone and called his cell. IT WAS OFF. I almost fainted. I was like 'This can’t be fucking happening.' the shaky hands started to come back. I then realized I turned my ringer off, so I checked my missed calls. But it didn’t show that Dan called. I was freaking out like mad now. I went on MSN, no sign of Dan. I realized this was it, time to find out for sure. Everything pointed towards Dan being dead, or something seriously bad. I made up my mind, and decided if his parents answer I'd say 'Hey is Dan there? Oh he isn't? That's strange, he seemed tired when he left, and it's been an hour. He should be home by now, I'm kinda worried.' Tess and I began getting extremely worried. It was like a near life experience. I thought my life was fucking over. I thought they would find their dead son, think he drove drunk, realized we let him leave the house drunk, or worse find the acid. We’d get sued, go to jail, end of our lives.

To our fucking mad relief he picked up the phone instantly. He said he left a message, but my phone never tracked his number. It was fucked up, a really stupid reason for that to happen. After telling him what happened, we both laughed it off. But we were extremely weirded out from that experience.

Tess and I reflected on what we could about our trip, and ate as much jello as we could. It was peach flavor, very tasty! The whole trip was a great experience, I feel much closer to Dan and I feel like Tess and I bonded more and are closer than ever. All in all, it was one of the best trips I've ever have. I can personally say that I love LSD and think it's one of the best drugs I have ever come across.

At the moment, I am fully satisfied and don't think I'll be touching LSD for at least a month. I've tried 2c-I after getting a package, and love that drug. I think I'll experiment with 2c-I a bit more before going back to LSD.

Remember,

'Your head is the car, the acid is the key, the key can start the car, but you have to be the one to drive it and switch the gears. You buy the ticket, you take the ride, you're going for a trip.'

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 53356

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 20, 2007	Views: 5,059

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Music Discussion (22), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   147 lb

The year was 2000, I was a carefree student who had discovered the wonderful world of chemical mind enhancement. My latest tipple was LSD, although at the time I was taking a lot of cannabis and MDMA as well. One day, I had been to visit A, who had sold me some trips called 'Shivas'. Huge they were, bigger than a UK postage stamp.

J had come round to share the experience with me. Here's what occurred. I still remember it all in lucid detail, lovely the way these hallucinogens burn onto my memory.

15:45.. John and I eat our blotters. Monstrously big, I remember us commenting.

16:00.. Amusing ourselves with music, sitting on the sofa in my kitchen/living room (student accommodation, you've got to love it)! Nothing much is happening yet.

16:10.. Beginning to feel a bit strange now. That's all a bit quicker for acid, I remember thinking to myself.

16:20.. The sun is setting, I live in England and it's winter time. I sit there enjoying the sun, sunset is by far my favourite time of day.

16:30.. Have been enjoying the sunset forever, it feels. I check the clock. 16:30?! That's impossible, I think to myself. Surely that cannot be. I feel as if I've been sitting for hours. I tell J to check the clock. Sure enough, 16:30 he says. Impossible! We check some more clocks around the house to make sure. Indeed, it would seem that 16:30 is in fact the time. Time has indeed taken a turn for the surreal.

17:00.. It's come on strong now. I'm playing a computer game. I cannot work out if it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, or the ugliest. Either way, I don't seem to be very good at it anymore. I entertain myself with it for a while nonetheless. J seems to be enjoying the decor of my kitchen. It's dark outside now.

18:00.. G, my girlfriend of the time, has come to visit. Comments on how sober we look. From the outside maybe, inside my head is churning. My visual field has become alive. I remember looking at the floral pattern on the kitchen window's curtains. They are evolving at an incredible pace, flowers growing out of flowers, undulating, changing colour, living, dying, and yet, not moving at all. Strange. I remember G waving her hands at me, raising them elegantly into the air. How beautiful! My mind creates a fountain of thousands of hands emerging from her own, twisting up into the air in the most incredible spiral. Time passes in pockets. A minute can slow to hours. The computer no longer interests me.

18:30.. G decides that she is going to go for a walk, sort out some things at home. In retrospect, sitting with two near silent trippers is not the most mentally stimulating pastime for someone sober. J and I worry, our only route back to reality is about to leave. G leaves.

18:45.. The 15 odd minutes since G left seem to have taken so long to pass. J had a terrible experience with the music, I had to turn it off. I remember myself attempting to dodge the noises flying from the speakers, then seemed to have taken physical form. Only 3 hours into the trip, and I know that the most intense is yet to come. I've turned on the TV instead, I feel too discombobulated to walk, sitting is just the ticket.

19:15.. The Simpsons has come on TV. Excellent! Although it had a more ominous, meaningful tone than it usually does. I remember one strange moment when 1000 little tiny Homer's morphed out of the one big Homer that was actually on the screen. The little tiny Homer's proceeded to jump onto the table in front of the telly and frolick there. They seemed to be having so much fun. I found this most amusing. I sink back into the sofa and settle in for the peak.

20:00-03:00..

The next 7 hours are all a bit of a blur time-wise. I shall tell you about the most interesting experiences that happened, however.

At some point, J and I watch a Tom and Jerry cartoon. In this story, Tom is dreaming of going to heaven. He has to get Jerry to sign a certificate before he is allowed to ascend, however. A certificate that would vindicate Tom of all the terrible things he has done in his life. Jerry will not sign, however, and Tom spirals down to Hell. J and I find this a scary religious experience. I find myself thinking of all the bad things I have done in my life. I soon manage to shut that door though, I'd prefer not to explore that route right now.

There was the blended room moment. Everyone else who lived in my house at the time had come home and settled in the same room as J and I. I remember becoming joined with the sofa. I had no sense of myself anymore. I felt as if everyone and everything in the room were one entity. I could feel what everyone else felt, hear their thoughts. It was a beautiful, special experience that I treasure.

The split room moment was also interesting. My field of vision split vertically so that there were now 4 rooms. A red one, a blue one, a green one and the fully coloured room. I found this a particularly entertaining hallucination.

We had a whiteboard in the kitchen that had a rota for the house chores that needed doing. This had been vandalised over time. For all the beautiful art in the world, nothing was as enthralling to look at as this whiteboard that evening. Ever changing, evolving, the whiteboard took on various significant meanings over the course of the trip.

3:00

It is now the middle of the night, just J and I again. I feel a little bit more normal now, it's time for a joint. This proves quite difficult to make, especially as the tobacco seems intent on crawling out of the rizla and squiggling all over the place. Still, I succeed, and it was well worth it.

4:00

Feeling more like myself again, yet the visuals and psychological strangeness still ensues. I feel at one point as if I have grasped the meaning of life. It was as if I floated out of my body, up and up until I was looking down on the world and I could see everything more clearly than I ever had before. Unfortunately I cannot remember my revelation now, perhaps it's better that it remains shrouded in mystery.

5:00

It's feeling quite cold now, it's winter and the heating has turned itself off. I embark on a mission upstairs. All is going well until I open the dark cupboard to turn on the heating. I could see nothing but a swirling mass of intricate red geometric patterns inside. Interesting, but frustrating. No way I'm going in there, I decide. It's not that cold anyway.

6:00

A strange experience whilst getting a glass of water. The water seemed to engulf my hand, then my arm. Strange stuff.

6:30

Disaster! I decided that my cannabis plants I was cultivating at the time needed some watering. Somehow on my way to get them water, one of the curtains has fallen from the kitchen window and the ganja plants have been knocked onto the floor. Definitely not my fault, I decide, this is what happens when inanimate objects grow minds of their own.

7:00

J has passed out. I decide perhaps sleep is a good plan. Every time I close my eyes, however, there is an explosion of patterns of immense beauty. So very intricate. Images from my past become part of the patterns, ever changing, ever mesmorising. However, eventually my mind closes down, I sleep.

10:00

I wake. Look at the wall. Everything has stopped moving. I think I must have come down. It's actually in many ways a relief. I sit up. The patterns on the wallpaper begin to evolve, move and morph once more. Perhaps I had been too hasty. Still, I feel quite clear in my thinking. Most likely a good time to embark on a walk to the pub.

12:00

J has left, I am walking to the pub. Remember noticing the dazzling beauty of nature. Feel a little disappointed that I couldn't manage to walk the night before whilst peaking. Still, the acid is doing nature justice in the daylight, so no great loss

15:00

A good few beers inside me and the acid is still going strong. I feel as if I am floating. I manage to play the best game of darts I have ever played, it is as if I can zoom in on the dartboard from my position a few metres back.

20:00

A great afternoon of drinking and socialising has been had. I do not feel drunk, but definitely the acid is wearing down now. The visuals are calming down and I feel as if I am actually standing in the pub now as opposed to floating.

23:00

I am walking home, once again appreciating the beauty of nature. A grand day it has been.

23:30

I crawl into my bed, pass out ready to face the day that dawns tomorrow..

This was without a shadow of a doubt one of the best trips I ever had, especially for sheer intensity. However, I in retrospect got too far into the whole tripping thing. A couple of years after this trip, I had eaten many many more and it had got to the stage where I was hallucinating even when sober (HPPD, it's called). Although I quite enjoyed this, for some it is very distressing. It took a good 3 years for these after effects to leave me. They've all but gone now, I just thought it'd be a good thing to mention. By all means enjoy hallucinogens, but give them respect. Sometimes they are as wise elders, teaching me meaningful things about life. But others, they are as uncontrollable imps that tear through the house in my head, disorganising and rearranging everything that I have spent a lifetime ordering in there.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 54410

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 23, 2007	Views: 8,626

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LSD (2) : Health Problems (27), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   85 kg

I had just got my hands on Ketamine for the first time. After a few Ketamine hazez I had decided that Ketamine was one of my favourite drugs, that is until the day I OD'd on Kay.

Monday afternoon began with a good friend of mine coming over to do some acid. I took 2 hits and he took one around 11.30. Shortly after I brought out the Kay and thought to myself 'I wanna get really high' so I poured out a large dose, the largest I have done so far, onto my table to snort. I snorted 2/3 of it and stopped to take a rest. At this point my friend thought I had left a third for him so he took the rest of my dose, I didn't mind as I had taken a lot anyway.

We had a really fun, relaxing trip for 6 hours. By this point we have smoked a few joints and done a few whippits of Nitrous. I had also eaten a lot of sugar and drank a lot of water. At around 6pm I was sitting in my sofa when I stood up to get something. As soon as I stood up my whole body went numb and I just dropped back onto the sofa. I couldn't move because I could barely stay conscious and this made breathing difficult as well. I shouted for my fried to 'Call the fucking ambulance, now!' because I knew something had gone horribly wrong. I was buzzing like never before, my whole body. My senses of my physical body were jumbled so I couldn't make out where my arms/legs were, I couldn't feel anything. At this point I was taking very deep and fast breaths in a panic. After around 5 minutes of this I started feeling normal again so I kept reassuring myself not to panic.

At this point my mouth was very dry so I stood up and drank some water. As soon as the water went down my throat, my heart started beating extremely fast. My friend then told me that I shouldn't eat or drink anything from the other room (as he was on the phone speaking with a 999 operator). What bad timing, why couldn't he have told me that 1 minute before. I dropped back down on the sofa and looked down at my hands, to my horror all the muscles in my body had tightened, speaking was hard now as my mouth wouldn't allow me to talk properly. By this point I really started freaking out as I had lost all senses in my body, my muscles were all tightened, my heart was beating abnormally fast and my body was buzzing like mad.

By around 6.30pm, I was convinced that my body would not be able to survive this 'shock' of excessive drugs, sugar and water. I get the horrible feeling that I am seconds away from death, what's even worse is the overwhealming buzzing of my body got worse and breathing became even more difficult. I knew my friend was qualified in first aid and CPR. I remember telling him something along the lines of 'You know CPR, just keep me alive'. I was begging god wishing not to die, not at the age of 19, not from a drug overdose. And here I am, my body buzzing more and more by the second, I am getting worse, I am going to die.

Being on LSD at the time deffinately didn't help, it made all of these negative feelings extremely negative and when I would say to myself, 'I'm going to die' my heart would start beating really fast, a horrible feeling of adrenalin kicks in as I take deep breaths sitting absolutely still praying. The first people to reach my house were the police. Now instead of checking my vitals and trying to keep me alive they start asking my name, date of birth and all the useless shit you can't afford to waste your time on when you're minutes away from death. In a moment of anger I shout 'What the fuck is the point when I'm about to die!' They then ask me why I took all these drugs. Sitting there, helpless, completely crippled and caught off-guard I just stare at the police officer, there is a moment of silence where I am judged by all these people which makes me feel really bad.

The ambulance arrives and the paramedics come. After telling them what has happened they tell me I need to walk into the ambulance. I manage to stand up with the help of 2 people. Completely disoriantated I step outside my house and into the back of the ambulance. My vision is so fucked I can't see anything beyond 2 meters. I also have double vision. The ambulance heads towards the hospital and by now I've realised that my senses are getting worse and the buzzing is getting heavier as breathing becomes even harder. I kept asking the paramedic, who was reading some charts, totally uninterested in caring for me, if I was going to die. Those people didn't reassure me at all and at the time when negative thoughts would send my heart into a spazm or something, that was all I wanted to hear. I tell the paramedic that I may wet myself as I didn't know if I could hold it in.

We're now in the hospital and on a bed when the doctor gives me 2 pills to swallow and takes some blood. I urinate 600ml. That's nearly 2 full coke cans of urine! My brother arrives and I feel really bad, barely aware of my body let alone what's happening around me. He was very heart-broken and disapointed after he heard that I nearly died from a drug overdose. My brother doesn't do any drugs and that made the whole situation even more awkward. The buzzing throughout my body kept getting worse and now my double vision only enabled me to see about 1 meter in front of me but it was too much effort even keeping them open. In my disorientated state, I mumbled 'Oh, what a haze', everything felt like a dream. Blood results came back clean and I stayed in the hospital for a few hours, just basically waited the trip out.

I've decided that, even though Ketamine is one of my favourite drugs, I won't be touching it anymore, because the margin for error is just too great. Also note: During the times where I had convinced myself I was about to die, all I could hear in the back of my head was the sweet melodic guitar riff from Intension, on Tool's 10,000 Days Album. That song now has a great meaning to me.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 55386

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 7, 2007	Views: 48,598

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:00
		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:15
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 Hydrocodone
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:45
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 1:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

DOSE: T+0:00.  MDMA, 2 pills

      T+0:45.  MDMA, 1 pill

      T+1:30.  LSD, 1 tab

      T+3:30.  MDMA, 1 pill

Approximately every hour:

       Various lines of Ketamine.

       Various hits of nitrous

BODY WEIGHT: 175 lbs

Approximately two years I attended a gathering of friends in Los Angeles at the home of my friend Jace and his wife. This was typically something I would do about twice a year when I could afford the trip. I live in New York, but I've still made my way out to see Jace and several other online friends because they are exceedingly cool folks, the likes of which I do not know here on the East Coast.

Jace has an excellent house and is kind enough to often host parties where we can get together and share a good time enhanced by whatever substances we happen to have on hand. This time, our friend Mercy from Oregon had some acid. I had been smoking a lot of pot the week previous to this, and had started to suffer from a generalized anxiety disorder which I believe is the result of years of psychadelic abuse and had told myself that taking the LSD would likely not be a good idea. I had it in my mind that I might opt out when the opportunity arose. Somehow though, even when I have made obscene combinations of various chemicals, I'd never had a bad experience at Jace's. This is undoubtedly due to the near perfect set and setting as well the people that hang out here. Environment is everything.

That being said, until people got there, we'd been hitting small amounts of K and nitrous to pass the time. I was drinking my beer, as I always do. It seems to anchor me to reality. I just like having something to sip on. I popped two pills of E once people started showing up and was soon enjoying the effects and added energy. I noticed that the amphetamine like rush of the MDMA was causing an unpleasant body load as I was feeling quite jittery. I took a vicodin from Jace's wife to try and balance that out. It may have had an effect, but it was hard to tell.

I was having a good time and bouncing between the two 'theatres' of the party. One was in the garage where the smokers would chill out under flourescent lighting, the other was in the living room where the lights were dimmed and other folks were passing around baloons of nitrous. I tend to remain mobile and enjoy moving around under the influence. I changed rooms a number of times once I became more accustomed to the body load of the MDMA and began relaxing. I decided taking another MDMA pill to extend my peak would be a great idea and did so.

Shortly thereafer, the four of us who would be tripping received our LSD from Mercy. That meant Mercy, Jace, Raven and myself. Whatever reservations I had held in sobriety were non-existant in the MDMA-induced bliss I was in at the point. Combined with the buzz from the other substances, I was having a grand old time and saw no reason to see what would come of this.

The LSD did not take long to kick in. Perhaps 45 minutes later, I found myself shifting from location to location without really knowing how I got there. My first memory of being in the trip was sitting on the floor of the living room where we were all (maybe 10 people present) were passing around balloons of nitrous. I looked up at Dace who was sitting on the couch and was quite surprised to see a look of total and abject horror on his face, which may or may not have actually been there in reality. The look on his face was probably due to a vortex that had positioned itself near his left eye and which seemed to be a crack in reality. Said crack was pulling Jace's face into it and it looked like it wasn't too pleasant. In my state of mind, I figured he was probably seeing something along the lines of what I was and that explained his look.

Balloons and ketamine continued to circulate. I looked over at Raven, whose mohawked-head was now encircled in a glowing blue crown of hieroglyphs, and suddenly was pulled a bit out of reality for a moment. At that moment it seemed I knew what both Jace and Raven were thinking. We later commented on this and it was therefore referred to as 'that thing that happened which we cannot discuss'.

Suddenly I was in the garage. I was sitting on the couch with my eyes opened far enough that it was amazing they managed to remain in my sockets. I was in disbelief at the visuals I was having. With my eyes completely open and looking at people, I was watching a completely different movie than everyone else. I was watching Jace cut lines of Ketamine and suddenly I gained the ability to see through time. I was watching, in time lapse, the history of our location. I saw events that were passed down in the history books, and came to the realization that many of these events simply did not happen. They were metaphors and lies. Additionally, reality itself was merely an invention of the human mind so it could make sense of the truth. We were like cells in a human body, if you can imagine, all performing functions to keep whatever it was that we laboring on working. To cope with our non-sensical and sensory deprived existence, we invented a reality around us that gave it purpose.

To elaborate, if you could imagine the red blood cells in your vein going from the heart to various parts of the body, I saw us like those blood cells. We were simply carrying oxygen around without really knowing it, while instead of a trip through a blood vessel, we imagined ourselves commuting to work and being in a car. I wondered if everyone came up with the same reality, or that if our interactions were just filtered from our subjective reality to another person's subjective reality so it all fit. I imagine this idea came from my experience with large doses of Ketamine. When I am deep in a K-hole, I am dissociated from my senses, but I start to hallucinate because my mind fills in the blanks. It's like a dream.

At this point, I heard Jace say, 'Rayn. Less crazy eyes dude' and realized I was staring right at him looking like a complete psychotic. I went to get another beer and use the restroom. In the mirror, I scared the crap out of myself. My eyes were open so far they looked like white circles. This was not a hallucination, as any of the more sober people could attest to. I guess I was just really, really surprised.

Time moved quickly from that point as I drifted in and out of intense hallucinations every time I decided to sit for a moment. I would go to the garage and smoke a cigarette where Raven and Dace were. They had decided to do such obscene amounts of K that they could no longer remain mobile. I believe Jace said he wound up losing 5 hours in the middle of the night. For most purposes, so did I. Thought I was experiencing profound and terrible things every moment, they were beyond words. I was in mental realm far beyond my ability to communicate, and so I just sat there while my ego shattered and came back to me. It was peaceful. So completely peaceful. There was no anxiety. I kept drinking my beer and moving beyond the two theatres as I was inclined.

At some point, I fell out of this trancelike state and found myself in the garage with the sun coming up. I went to stand and was surprised to feel the familiar body buzz of LSD. I noticed my sense of smell was greatly enhanced and I found the smell of people offensive. Not to say anyone was unclean, but more that I could smell the natural smell we are desensitized to by daily life. I even noticed it on myself. It was negative. I also retained that feeling that reality was somewhat alien to me, and thus was feeling great, but very, very odd. I made my way to the living room where it was quite bright.

Some of the party members were preparing large lines of ketamine in order to tranquilize themselves and possibly get some rest. I was sitting in the circle when suddenly I found myself looking down at ... myself. 'That's disconcerting.' I thought. 'I wonder if ... wait, what is ... I?' Hello, ego death.

My concept of self was suddenly erased. I didn't have time to go through the usual scary parts where I feel the terrible instinct that I must hold onto my ego or it will mean my death. Nope, just suddenly outside my body, and 2 seconds later, outside the house. A few seconds more and I'm outside the planet, looking at Earth. All the while, I'm completely peaceful, as if I were nothing but air.

Things speed up. I'm receding through the universe and things are getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, I'm looking at a small red circle. It moves. There's another one. It moves to the right. Zoom out a bit more. Its a conveyer belt. A conveyer belt of universes. All part of some huge machine. I see a man operating the machine. He is with and without shape at once. He has a thousand faces and a thousand voices. He looks uninvolved. He is God. I zoom out more and see thousands of these machines. In the center is a brass gear turning them all. I focus on this brass gear and watch it spin and spin and spin. Suddenly, the edges of the hallucination start to fade.

'Rayn? Rayn?'

I'm still looking at the gear but I begin to make out the carpet beneath me, and what appears to be a tray of white lines of Ketamine in my peripheral vision. I'm home, but I'm still looking at the gear ... ? Oh ... its the nitrous cracker. It all started because I was looking at the nitrous cracker. I'm spinning it back and forth, back and forth. There's a cartridge in it. I'm lucky I didn't discharge it in my hand. One of Jace's roommates greets me with eyes probably as big as mine. I take a few lines and lie down to try to integrate my experience. It didn't really work. I found myself unable to speak much sense for the better part of the next day. My body was tremendously hurt. I'd polished off a 12 pack over the course of the night and was hung over. My brain didn't know what the fuck. I think I was not completely down until nearly 18 hours later due to fatigue.

Overall, it was a ++++ experience. I don't know if I could ever replicate it. With all my experience on hallucinogens, I'd never had such vivid, open-eye visuals. Honestly, it was more like DMT than LSD. The visions were not immediately reassuring or friendly. For a long time after that, and still today, I sometimes wonder about the layers of reality and where I fit into them. Ultimately, I did find spiritual meaning in my visions, and I am not sure how to communicate such a conglomeration of feelings.

I still can't open my eyes that wide though.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 56669

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 9, 2007	Views: 13,842

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LSD (2), MDMA (3), Ketamine (31) : Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 3.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (tea)

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I would like to start out by saying that I've tripped many times and made a hobby out of combining large doses of drugs, and this is by far the most unique situation I have put myself in.  3 friends and I were going to a 311 concert at a small university in Maryland.  We were from out of town so we got a hotel room a few miles away from the concert.  I noticed we had a stove, so I decided to boil my mushrooms and make some tea.  I started to feel the effects right before we left for the show (we left about 2 hours early), and it was nothing abnormal: dizziness, giggling, and the normal colors trails associated with psychedelic mushrooms.  My friends had decided to eat ecstasy instead of mushrooms since we also had LSD, so they popped their pills and on we went.

Right before we got in the car I ate 3 of my hits of acid.  I had 5 total, 2 different types, but this is the only one I had tried before.  After chewing on the paper for a few minutes I felt as if it was the right time to swallow it, which I did.  I promptly put the other 2 hits in my mouth and started chewing.  My friends asked me why I wasn’t pacing myself better, I told them I wanted to be peaking off the mushrooms right when the acid started to take its effect.  We went into the show and split up, one friend and I had general admission while the other 2 had pit seats.

At this point I realized I had ate too many hallucinogens to be in a public place.  I started to feel paranoid, like something bad was going to happen.  An experienced tripper, I simply shrugged this off, telling myself I was just fucked up and keeping my psyche normal for a little longer.  Once we finally reached our seats and I sat down I began feeling very uncomfortable.  The warm-up band was loud and their music sucked and this began to displease me more and more by the minute.  I was hot, trippin balls, and I was ready to leave before the show even started.  Knowing that it would be completely ridiculous for me to even ask my friends to leave with me, I tried to suck it up.

Then I got this thought in my head that I was going to die.  I was going to die unless I got water right away.  I told my friend who told me to calm down and he would help get me to a water fountain.  This is where it all went completely wrong.  I went to open a door and it was locked.  I became furious at this and started to run down the stairs, which I ended up falling down.  Once I fell down it became “clear” to me.  I had just died, the door being locked represented it being too late and the fall was me actually dying.  I began pleading with God to allow me one more chance at life.  Keep in mind I’m yelling this lying down on a stairway in the middle of a concert.

My friend realizes he needs to get me the hell out of here and tries to get me up.  I start running.  Through people, into people, raising hell and catching the attention of one of Maryland’s finest police officers.  After watching me run amuck for a few seconds they approached me and grabbed me from behind.  Still thinking I’m dead, I thought they were God’s police coming to get me.  Not ready to die I began screaming and running away from them like there was no tomorrow.  I ended up running right into another group of officers and they all then struggled to get me out of the building.  I couldn’t comprehend what was happening and began trying to push my way free of them again.

They ended up tackling me and eventually getting me into a cop car.  However, I was so fucked up I didn’t realize I was in a cop car, nor that I was handcuffed and that my face was pressed against the seat.  Being unable to move and seeing nothing but black, I realized that I was in hell.  I hadn’t exactly been a law-abiding, sin-free citizen.  I started yelling gibberish and getting very angry.  I was pleading with God to let me get into heaven.  Hell sucked.  Meanwhile in reality, the cops knew I was completely fucked up and as a precaution took me to the hospital.

Carting me around a hospital only confirmed any previous doubt that I had that I was dead.  I was still yelling at God, begging and pleading for my life.  Well at this point they supposedly saw blood on my head (my memory is a little shaky so I’m going by the police report), and they decided that I needed a CAT scan.  I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a cat scan but you’re pretty much surrounded by white light.  I saw this as “seeing the light,” and figured out that God had finally decided to let me into heaven.  Already having accepted my death, I was pretty happy I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life in that dark place I was before.

Well after a few hours hooked up to an IV, I came to in the hospital, a nurse by my side.  I asked her if she was my guardian angel.  She gave me a puzzled look.  I asked again.  It was then that she said “Son, you’re not dead, you’re in a hospital.”  I didn’t believe it at first but after looking around I realized she was telling the truth.  After about 8 hours of thinking I was dead it became clear that I wasn’t.  I spent the rest of the weekend in the county detention center until my friends posted bail.  After that experience I realized that life was too precious to go out on a drug overdose and I am yet to trip since.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 53691

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 15, 2007	Views: 17,860

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Mystical Experiences (9), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

It has been almost 4 months since my first LSD experience. Although I have tried many other substances in my short 15 year old life once or twice, such as Ethyl Ether, ketamine, GHB, MDMA, and of course Weed, nothing compared to my first LSD experience.

Anyways, it started when one of my friends (let's call him D) told me he had bought a half a sheet of acid. I was quite excited and bought 5 hits off him instantly. As it was his first time too, so we decided to try it together. We also thought it would be a good idea to have a sitter, since we had read about so many bad trips. So we got his girlfriend, who did not want to try LSD to sit for us.

It was a week before we got a chance to do it. D's parents were going to a funeral up in Québec city. D did know the person who had died so his parents let him stay home for the week end. So at about 2 on saturday I got to D's place. He and his girlfriend were already there, in his basement. I dropped 3 of the hits I had bought from him, and he dropped 3 too. We then waited almost 45 minutes for the effects to come on. Most of that time was spent with D complaining about how he had only 12 hits left in his half sheet.

Then suddenly at 45 minutes things seemed to get brighter. We thought the trip was comming on, so I pulled out a pink floyd CD and started to listen to it. I don't know how long we were listening but after a while it seemed as if the music was somehow controlling the flow of time, and when the music was slow, like it usually was, time went slow, and when it sped up time sped up. After a while I asked D's girl for the time and she told me it had only been 10 minutes since we started to listen to the music. I was confused at this and looked around the room. Everything seemed normal and I was pissed I was not hallucinating. So I went to go to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

That is when I saw it. As I got up the chair D was sitting in seemed to move and hug D. It scared me and I tried to pull D out of the chair. He didn't know what I was doing and looked at me blankly with pupils too big to be human. His girlfriend (I'm gonna call her A for the rest of the story) was laughing at us and I couldn't figure out why. So I asked her and she told me we had been staring at each other for like 5 minutes. This ammused me and I laughed too. So we were all in good moods when we went into the kitchen to watch all the small trippy objects move and come alive. D later told me he had seen a soup can turn into a mouse and laugh at him. We stood there for almost an hour tripping.

Then I blacked out. It was just momentary and random, and when I awoke I was still standing, but everything had changed. I was so refreshed and it thought I had been 'awoken' for the first time into reality. I was sure that everything before that was a dream and I had just 'awoke' from it. Also I could see things so much clearer. It was as if everything made sense now. I could see the personality of everybody around me. I could see why they did everything they had done. I remember thinking A was the perfect human being. So cheery and caring. Then I looked at myself, my past present and future. I could see it all in an instant. I realized y I had started to take drugs in the first place, and things like y I had not asked that girl out in grade 8. It all made sense. The whole universe was weaved into a huge web of knowledge that I could touch at any time, and explore in seconds.

I tried to explain this to D and A but they did not understand what I was talking about. They thought it was funny, and for a second I realized it was, and laughed with them. We returned to his basement and listened to music and I remember telling them how Pink Floyd and Bob Dylan must have loved LSD. We also watched things change shape and move, 'Plot against us' as D called it. He did not enjoy the trip as much as I did, and was paranoid that his house was going to eat him or something. It didn't really make sense. And it was the only thing I could not figure out. The mind of a drugged up 15 year old did not seem to matter at the time so I forgot about it.

D's paranoia eased off as the night continued and he began to enjoy all the sounds and images. After a long time of having so much fun, A told us it was 12 pm. I was shocked it was so late and thought only a couple hours had gone by since we had dropped the acid. Then I began to sink into 'sleep' again. See at that very moment my knowledge of everything began to slip away into the 'blackness', as if I was falling 'asleep' again. Then suddenly, I felt it. I was being pulled down into the 'blackness' that was my life before LSD. I was scared and my friends later told I was screaming and raving about some blackness that seemed to cover my legs, and was moving to my head. This is the part of my trip I remember the most of. I was scared and dropped to the floor and lay in a ball. I could feel the 'blackness' covering me, and in moments, it covered my head and again I passed out.

When I woke up I looked around too see D and A laughing at me. They said I was screaming about being sucked into something for 10 minutes and then had said 'Meh, it's all good.' and got up calmly. They were also a little pissed, cause I scared them, but it didn't matter. I was still hallucinating but I could not see all the knowledge I had had during my trip when I was 'awake'. D decided we should try to sleep, because he was suddenly feeling quite tierd. So we stretched out on the couchs and the floor in his basement. Well I jumped on the only couch in the room before they could stop me, so they slept on the floor haha. ;)

After a good night's sleep I awoke to feel quite refreshed. Although I was sad I had lost the answers to everything, and had fallen back into 'sleep' again, I was happy to have experienced it once in my life. D wanted to try some more the next day, but I said no. I didn't want to do anymore until I thought hard about whethere it was a good substance or not.

Since then I have taken LSD about 15 times (lost track a while ago). I won't tell you to try it or not, because it drasticly chages you. It's a personal choice if you want to trip or not.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 26438

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 16, 2007	Views: 7,005

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

'Just too pure and undistorted, just too pure for one to sweatily hastily punch into a computer.'

LSD.  The word intimidates some and draws curiosity from others.  I myself was intensely curious of this psychedelic drug, after being an avid salvia and weed user for months following my first trip.

I scored a single hit from a shady friend of mine outside of a public library.  He was tripping off the same batch as he sold it to me, and declared it to be of excellent quality.  He showed me some drawings and writings he must have made while he was in the library.  I was very, very interested.  This had gone through probably 4 hands since manufacturing, so I was forced to pay a premium of $15/hit.  I learned later that this $15 was a small price to pay for such an amazing experience.

A week or so passed before I was in a situation where I could use it.  Some of my stoner friends were sleeping over at one of their houses and wanted me to come.  I think they expected me to bring more acid, but I could not.  I ended up being the only one there tripping.  By the end of the night, 8 or 9 people had showed up, including two girls, whom I ended up befriending greatly.

~8:45

I ingest the single blotter square.  Red, 1/8' square, nothing special.  It tasted like paper.  I swallowed it after 10 minutes of playing with it in my mouth.  I went upstairs for about 30 minutes and watched TV.  I felt nothing and was anxious to get started.

~9:15

I venture back to the basement.  By now, I am feeling giddy and energetic.  I started to use the computer but quickly became bored.  The giddiness was starting to become very noticeable and I told everyone I was feeling threshold effects.  The girls came over at around this time.

~9:35

'The Baron,' we call him, picks up interest in my condition.  Mild hallucinations were starting to develop, when I told him this, he decided to try a fun activity.  We stood around a pool table and started throwing pool balls around.  This was a very cool sight.  The balls were making translucent trails behind them and seemed to be on fire.  I grabbed the yellow ball tightly.  I felt I was able to squeeze it like a stress ball and was able to convince myself that I could actually do so.  Something compelled me to hold it for a very long time.

~9:50

I get back on the computer.  The girls were very interested in my Windows Paint abilities, having seen drawings I made on salvia.  I drew a TV remote crashing into the earth and stared at it for a long time.  I am having an intense rush of energy.  I have consumed more caffeine than anyone I know, but the only time I remember feeling this kind of rush was when I snorted Adderol about a year ago.  I somehow acquired a pool table triangle and had it around my neck.  I was mentally unable to remove it, it stayed on for a good portion of the night and was the inspiration for several more drawings.  The Baron found an extremely fun device: a scooter that is propelled by its steering wheel.  I was gliding around the basement on it, probably the happiest person on earth at the time.

~10:20

The first hallucination I can remember was watching my friends prepare a Salvia quid.  I was staring at the fractallizing corian countertop, watching them dexterously seperate leaves and stems with massive, massive hands.  By now, almost everyone is very, very high on marijuana.  I didn't smoke any, feeling perfectly good myself.  I felt different but in a very fine way.  D and T ask me to join them with a cigarette.  I step outside into a beautiful night.  We are huddled in a chilly hole leading to J's basement.  I stare at the wall, it opened up and let me look inside of it as it told me a story.

'To some point,' he says, 'you can be worried about everything.  The world, it's metabolism, yourself, all those around you.  The universe can stretch before like some unknown, worry-inducing thing.  Nut then, the cigarette smoke tells me, it will all be okay.'

'This computer.  This computer is so amazing.  The colors and heartbeat and breath that are spwering, spewing out of the monitor.'

This is when the classic hallucinations started kicking into high gear: fractals, breathing walls, melting ceilings, giant hands and feet, morping, new, bright colors.  A lot of what happened is a blur because none of it makes sense now.  Everyone, including me, was having a hilarious, social time.  I stayed up late with a lot of people, but being so high and full of munchies, they became annoyingly lazy and incoherent.  I was offered salvia and weed but refused both.  This was one uncomfortable part of my trip: the ampetamine-like rush was starting to get to me, I hyperventilated a little bit and felt like my lungs were the size of ping pong balls.  It was important for me, however, to experience both the highs and the lows, the fears and the ecstacy.

Around 1, I went outside to have a cigarette by myself.  This was definitely the high point of my trip.  The sky was moonlit, patched with clouds and trees.  The clouds glowed with colors that I had never seen before.  The trees towered over me with mind-squishing dimensions.  Everything around me grew, rooted itself into the earth, shined with auras that warmed the soul.  My mind was racing with thoughts beyond notes, drawings or any part of the English language.  From the side, I watched myself back up against the wall and close my eyes.  The universe had been packed into my brain.

I came back and scribbled into Notepad:

'That last cigarette out there. Man, if words could only come close.  Windows paint can't really come close either.'

no video or optical illusion could possibly come close to the beauty eminating from the forest out there.  And I am just a small, infinitely small, observer.  Nothing, I remember to myself, will ever, ever come close to this kind of knowledge.  The information imparted onto me just then, out there, enjoying a cigarette, will be ultimately lost in translation.

By 2 AM, everyone was completely out.  I sat on the floor, awake and alone.  I probably shouldn't have been afraid to hit up the bong before, but now I felt it was too late.  I was WIDE AWAKE.

3 AM, still wide awake...

4 AM, 5:30... awake the whole time.

I entertained myself by staring at multi-dimensional fractals by placing my eyes about a centimeter away from the floor.  My body was exhausted, especially towards the end of the night.  A couple times, I ventured upstairs looking for alcohol.  I felt that alcohol would have been a perfect antidote to calm my nerves and let me sleep.  I was hungry for sleep.  I desired it more than anything.

'And this LEVEL, this totally third level of thinking.....'

7:30 AM.  The hallucinations slowed to a stop.  I had not gotten a wink of sleep, though I felt mildly refreshed when the sun rose.  J got up too and kept me company as we talked about the night, used the computer and relaxed.  I drove out for some McDonalds with most of the guys.  Though I hadn't eaten in over 18 hours, I still couldn't finish the meal.  I got home and still could not sleep immediately.  I was awake for most of the day, probably because I was excited about the whole experience.  I had mild HPPD in the following days.  Nothing serious, just small reminders that said, 'Hey, don't forget, you did LSD not too long ago.'

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 62593

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 16, 2007	Views: 6,910

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   224 lb

It was late after one of my favorite bands played in a small venue in Philadelphia, PA. It was about 1am when me and my best friend Matt were walking to my car as I heard the words being whispered 'doses doses' We approached the young lady, and she led us to her fearless leader Fabrenzio. We purchased 20 hits from Fabrenzio, and he quickly ripped us a strip of 20 off of his sheet.

As soon as we got into the car we called some friends to find the hotel we would be staying with for the trip, and I was handed a nice sized square of the colorful blotter paper and quickly administered it my mouth. As we arrived at the hotel destination, our friends told us they would be going to bed, and we would be forced to make the hour and a half drive home now.

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

After about 40 minutes I began to feel the start of what would be the most intense tripping experience of my life. The first hour was quite pleasant. I felt a nice glow start to take over my body and made me smile very largely. We listened to some trancey music, and some TOOL. We both agreed that we had heard and felt parts of the music that we had never heard in the countless hours of sober listening before. I began to notice my speedometer to start the breathing effect and other various objects in the car. We engaged in very deep conversation of how much we appreciated the acid, and how it made us think of the world in many different ways.

The second hour is where it got interesting. As we arrived to our home town, I decided that a discount store would be an interesting location to walk around and talk since it was the only thing open early in the morning. As I pulled off the highway, and arrived at the stop light, the world melted. The first time we had stopped in approx 2 hours was at a stop light in front of a food store, where we had realized that the dose we had administered had been much larger than previous times. I had never experienced heavy melting and visual distortion like this before. All my previous trips had been only a hit or two, the most being 5 hits where I experienced a very mental experience, rather than a visual one.

I quickly realized that driving was very strange, and seemed dangerous, so we quickly arrived at the discount store. As we exited the car, we were encountered by men with leafblowers blowing garbage out of the lot, and large street sweepers floating across the spaces, which frightened me at first, but managed to keep my head remembering the potential of this drug. Our entrance was amazing, the lights and aisles and cash registers all glistened and morphed beyond the most vivid movie depictions of LSD trips. As we moved throughout the store, I was very disturbed at the people we viewed. Many of their faces scared me and I questioned the moral stability of these people. I even recall a small demon girl running down the cereal aisle, her face was disasterous, it made me naucious to look at her disgusting expressions and horrible body shape.

We began a deep conversation about LSD and movies we thought were influenced by it, and we had wondered if Fight Club was at all involved so we decided to look for it. Strangely enough, after searching the large section of DVD's, and not finding our movie, we began to walk away from the area where we saw a small stand of mixed DVD's where the bright pink soap bar held by Brad Pitt on the cover of the movie stood out to me. We quickly snatched the last copy on this stand and made our way to the registers. Checking out was a complete disaster. I could hardly keep my composure as the old woman took our money and her face melted and her smile raged with her crooked yellow, monsterous teeth.

The third hour to the 5th hour is where it all began to go wrong for Matt, but was the most intense part of my entire evening, and most visual. We started the trek back to Matt's house about 25 minutes from the discount store. The drive was difficult and intense. The road would not maintain shape or perception, it altered constantly from being wide and short to long and narrow. The surrounding trees grew taller with the long narrow roads, and fat and colorful with the wide short ones. Stop signs changed there consistent shape, passing cars reminded me only of the cars in the animated classic Roger the Rabbit movie with their flowing shapes and inflatable appearance. We arrived at Matt's house where I could hardly park my car reasonably.

We made our way to the front door where we quickly realized that the door had been locked, and he was without his key. Now, this situation was sticky because his mother was sleeping and we wanted not to wake her and have her find us tripping out of our minds. We couldn't report to my house because my mother was already up, and I did not want to face her either, so we decided to sit at a diner and enjoy the trip. We made the drive to a local diner and as we arrived I had noticed that Matt had began to act strangely and had been talking about recent rough times he had been going through and was very upset about the situation he had been in, but I convinced him that everything would be fine and we made our way into the diner.

This place was really strange. The patterns, and shapes were plentiful and had made for quite a visually fantastic spectical.  The workers, and the owner which we had known from the many times we had visited before, had looked like complete circus animals. Their smiles widened and intensified with every movement, and made me uncomfortable. I kept convincing myself of the drugs powerful stimulation and that I could handle this powerful batch of acid. Even though I wasn't hungry, nor was Matt, we ordered mozarella sticks and water. The water tasted like straight pool chemicals, and made me sick to my stomach. I tried my hardest to keep the sick feeling out of my mind, but it persisted for many minutes. I calmed the feeling with a few bites of the mozarella sticks, but then shortly after realized that the cheesy sticks had been another bad decision. I felt even more sick now than ever, and it took my every inch of strength to hold back a sickening display in front of the employees. Matt had been answering most of my questions with other questions and seemed very distant from my focus but I paid no mind until these next events.

Matt and I had been talking quietly about acid at the diner as to not make it public that we were completely out of our heads. We both agreed that the two young female employees seemed very strange and they disturbed us both. When Matt suggested very loudly that we give them some acid to help this situation, I decided it was time to move on. As we attempted to leave, the display continued when Matt tried to pay our bill with his new Digital Camera. When the waitress refused this seemingly great offer, he quickly produced some money which the horse-faced monster accepted and let us go. The walk to the car is when I realized that something had gone astray with my best friend. He removed the camera from his pocket and clenched it in his little skinny fingers, or wait, are they fat and chubby?? Anyways, he raised the camera high in the air, and quickly thrust it towards the ground where it skid many feet. He added to the display by trowing his cigarettes and lighter away into the parking lot. I quickly ran to the camera and shouted 'What did you do, that was your camera.' He just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders with his hands out with a large smirk. His scruffy face annoyed me, and I knew that something was not right now.

Even though I tried to convince him he would be mad about this action in the parking lot, he didn't give a shit and we made our way to the car. Since we could still not goto either of our houses, and had no safe haven to play this trip out, we began our next leg of this trip in my car. We spent the next several hours driving in my car where I had discovered that Matt had been developing a 'Bad Trip'. He quickly became very confused and disoriented with himself. He was unable to keep a constant thought, and was very annoying to me. He would ask several questions to me, completely out of the blue with no real meaning or good answer. I can still remember the most amusing phrase of the evening which spewed out of his mouth more than a dozen times in that ride 'Am I alive, am I dead - or is this backwards?' I didn't know what this comment meant, or how to respond so I calmly tried to talk him out of his bad experience, where I think my words just played worse into the madness in his head. I had many thoughts that we had taken too much, or the doses were contaminated, or that we would be stuck in the trip forever.

After a while of driving, I could not sit in the car any longer with this madness, so I quickly started thinking of solutions that would help me, but none of them were logical, including the one were I drop him off at his house and leave him for his mother to deal with, which seemed the most amusing to me at the time. As I continued our drive around town, circling many of the same streets over and over again, Matt seemed to be coming out of his head trip and I began to realize that he was becoming coherent again. We decided to make our way back to his house where we could end the day by sitting in his basement. His mother was still sleeping but after ringing the doorbell, she quickly arose to let us in. She had discovered something in her son's face that made her believe we were in some sort of trouble and asked us many questions when we arrived that made me severely paranoid. We made our way to the basement finally where I put Fight Club and began to watch with my friend.

Matt turned to me several times asking what was going on, and repeated the previous funny phrase of 'Am I alive, dead, or backwards?' I had found that he was still in this bad trip partially and it took me many minutes to coerse him out of his dying head trip. He was still pretty out of it when his mother announced that she wanted to use the treadmill in the basement. So I decided to remove him from this potentially disasterous situation with a breakfast invitation that he quickly took and followed me to his front door.

When we reached the car he had snapped out of it completely when he saw his camera. Yeah it was bad. He attempted to turn it on and it just squeeled in agony from the broken components trying to move. We drove around a bit longer where for me the visuals were still very exotic and colorful. We discussed the previous nights events and both agreed to make our way back home for some sleep and food. I spent the next several hours awake around my house where I was still having very vivid hallucinations and a hard time getting the motivation to sleep. I finally slept around 4pm and made it out until about 9pm.

I could only think as I wrote this experience out, of how absolutely amazing the trip was, and how I had really been blown away with how powerful and long lasting the doses were. I don't know where this batch came from, or even how much we took but I do know that if you find a crazy mother fucker named Fabrenzio walking around with some crazy acid - give him my email :-)

P.S. - We discovered the next day we ate approx a third of the 20 hit strip (we're assuming) and we had surprisingly put about 125 miles on my car in just driving around the city after the diner. Crazzzzzzzzy

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 58457

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 19, 2007	Views: 5,990

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