		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This was my first trip.  I was with my good friend M, who has been sober his whole life and still is to this day. He's the 'bookish' type. He was a good choice to go with since he was gonna be clean, and is a close friend who I constantly rely on and above all, TRUST.

A little about me: I am currently in a bit of a situation with my family. They push me hard at school and have recently discovered that I smoke weed. I am subject to urine tests now. I am still trying to figure out who I really am as a person. It's hard. i'm not very popular, or very talented, or very motivated. I am probably not the best candidate for LSD. But my mindset that day was one of happiness and comfort. We were at the Furthur festival, headlined by Ziggy Marley and  The Other Ones (remainders of the Dead). I bought the hits in the lot. They were on a little tip portion of one of those garbage bag twist-ties. I promptly put it in my mouth and went in. For about half an hour, nothing happened. It was absolutely freezing and I was underdressed for the weather, and the onset blended in with my shivering. Marley was on and I really enjoyed his set, which ended with the sun perched beautifully in the western sky. I was definitely feeling effects.  Things began to take on a bit of a 'sheen', and I became increasingly talkative with M, who was talking about some boring thing, but i was feeling very entertained. As the sun set, The Other Ones came on and I got up to dance. Now I noticed that every time I tried to keep my legs in any position but locked-straight, They shook with a spasm. I think it was partially the cold.

As night took hold, the blankets on the ground spun and patterned in the grass. We went to the bathroom and that's when I really felt it. My walking was messed up, it looked like I was marching. I got under control and watched in amusement as the tiled walls of the bathroom twisted and rolled around me. When we went back up, I smoked maybe 3 hits with the people behind me and things exploded. Colorful fractal patterns danced and spun and seemed to actually coat all surfaces. I saw many repeating wallpaperish patterns, like a wheel with ducks inside, rotating slowly, to name one. As I looked at the stage, it became a fractalesque shape and then took the form of a purple sound wave that coalesced to the music. Then things got eerie. I heard my dad's voice yelling at me. I looked over at M and out of the corner of my eye, he looked like a strung up fish (in body position and facial expression, not actually with fins &amp; stuff) with his eyes rolled back. The band had started its Drums/Space segment, which was totally freaking me out with weird sounds. The visuals had become pure and opaque. I started to feel like people where watching me. I tried to shake off the feeling by dancing, but every time I started to dance, i would get that paranoia. I would look behind me and all around. i decided to just sit and enjoy the music. It was hard. I kept thinking about myself and the start of school, and how I had to become a harder worker and a better person and get in a band and get .... whew! My mind was going too fast. My personality was being picked apart and examined thoroughly. I am a very analytical person, and now I was delving into my own head. I realized my insecurities and weaknesses. There are so many!!

Luckily, the band changed songs and this snapped me out of that particular bad spell. Wow, this stuff was SO reactive to my environment. I saw M sitting there, just like me, same position, and this really comforted me. I thought, 'why would anybody be staring at me at a festival like this, c'mon!'  This worked. I sat and soaked up the music. They ended with Sugar Magnolia and I was oh so happy, if not a little shook up. I also noticed that my jaw had been clenched all night. ouch. The paranoia, although very very slight, came back upon exiting the venue, but I was pretty much fine.

BUT WAIT!!!!

My dad was driving us home. M said 'There's the car, let's go.' and I about pissed myself. I greeted my father, put on a tape, sat down, and prayed. He didn't talk much and when he did, I pretended to doze. The street lights and cars flew at me and the road twisted into bizarre forms. It felt like we were going 200 miles an hour. The tape I put in started to get very onimus sounding. I recognized it as a song, but it sounded like thunder and crashing. I took it out, felt better, and faked sleep all the way home. M left moments later, and it was just me, except...

When I got upstairs, my mom handed me a bag for my garbage can. Why the hell was she up so late? I stupidly fumbled with the can and couldn't get it on. She gave me a look and walked off. I sat freaked over this little doozy for a minute, but then noticed the posters on the wall. i have lots of magazine sized pictures of bands &amp; guitar players, so the wall is sort of like a mosaic. The people in the pictures seemed to melt within the borders of each poster, fill the bottom of it up like a glass of water, and slowly dribble down onto my carpet in multicolored trails of ink. cool. Everything in my room swelled and expanded (breathing). For some odd reason I grabbed a personal day timer/calculator thingy and got myself into a diary section I had written. The entries were titled 'March 5... march 7' and so on, but i had messed up the text so 'Ma' was deleted and a whole row of 'ch5, ch6...' was left. I interpreted it as channels, like on a broadband radio. I thought the entries were people trying to talk to me through my day planner! I spent a good ten minutes peering at these messages from people unknown until I figured it out and broke into gales of laughter. I decided to lie down with some headphones and I put on (why??) Rolling Stones, Exile on Main Street. I was aurally transported to the basement in which that recording occured. I could feel each instrument like an emotion. In the dark, spiraling rainbow shapes whizzed by and I could only smile smile smile.

Lots of cool stuff happened that night. I saw a great concert, listened to great music afterward, and watched colorful hallucinations melt my room. The trip ended on a positive note, and I felt good the next day. But...

Lots of bad stuff happened too. I had to deal with some intense paranoia, and ride home with my dad. I also got a true feeling of who I was. It was unnerving, and I now realize that I DO have to improve myself personality wise. This can be a devestating revelation to have on LSD. Luckily the band switched tunes here, a testamant to how easily I can be swayed by external factors. I think I need to wait until I have a better grip on my world before doing this again. I am not 'unstable', but I am still not fully realized as an individual. Beautiful as they can be, mind altering chemicals should be kept to a minimum for me until I straighten myself out a bit. Also, tripping around parents is BAD. I cannot tell you the fear I felt in that car. I'm very lucky my old man wasn't tired and didn't ask me to drive. So I don't know. was this a good trip, or a bad trip. The answer: It was a trip. nuff said.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 2939

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 13, 2001	Views: 50,101

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LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 1:30
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

I have always been terribly interested in LSD.  As a teenager I was obsessed with the hippie counterculture of the sixties and its psychedelic mind set.  After much self-debating and endless hours of research on the drug, I dropped acid for the first time on my twenty second birthday - less than two months ago.

I did it with two girls who I became very close to in college.  They are both very experienced drug users and extremely trustworthy, loving people.  I wanted my first experience to be with them.  They did a lovely job setting the mood.  They threw a miniature surprise party for my birthday and just generally got me completely psyched up about tripping (i.e. presenting me with a birthday card showing a badly-drawn girl with large, fried-egg eyes and a caption that read, 'Just do eet!').

When the time came to drop, the girls took their hits right out of an eye dropper full of liquid acid and presented me with a sugar cube that they had dosed with one hit especially for me.  I was extraordinarily hesitant about putting that thing in my mouth.  I had gone round and round with myself for months about the ins and outs of trying acid.  Would I have a bad trip?  Would I freak out?  Have a seizure?  I have never been a terribly happy person.  I am currently, and was at the time, on antidepressants, and consistently suffer from bouts of extreme insecurity and pessimism.  Everyone had told me that acid magnifies your emotions times 1000.  What if LSD made naked all those hidden parts of my mind and I just lost it?  Partly from the completely positive encouragement of my friends, and partly from pure exhaustion from overanalyzing, I just did eet, and munched on the small, sweet block that would take me... I didn't know where.

We were going to a concert at a small club.  After we dropped we all got ready and left at about ten pm.  On the way to the club, the cassette that was playing in the car kept screwing up and slowing down, and I thought I was tripping.  I asked my friends if they heard what I was hearing, and they burst into laughter.  We joked about it the rest of the way.

When we got to the club, we went to the upstairs balcony, where it was very quiet and cool and we just sat by a window and talked.  Eventually, I began to feel... different, but nothing special.  I felt a little like I did when I had tried ecstasy, just a general feeling of calmness and well being.  Colors and sounds also began to distort ever so slightly.  When I closed my eyes, some red lights behind me that were actually pretty dim seemed blindingly bright in my peripheral vision.  I also often felt as if someone were standing next to me or behind me or that someone was walking towards me, but, when I turned to look for somebody, no one was there.

My friends decided to drop a little more.  It had been about an hour and a half at this point, and I was feeling fine, so I decided to take one more hit.  When L dosed me, though, she squeezed too hard and I got two.  'What the hell,' I figured, and lapped them up.  It tasted interesting - slightly metallic.

We finally got up and went downstairs and right up to the stage.  The show was about to start and there was a very palpable excitement in the air.  I heard someone call my name and turned to see my sister.  We hugged and talked and she said she would like to drop (she is a relatively experienced LSD user).  L dosed her and we stood talking some more.  Suddenly, one of the amplifiers on the stage emmitted a horribly loud, booming buzz of feedback.  At that instant, I truly felt my trip kick in head first.  The buzzing must have lasted three seconds, but it felt like an eternity.  I felt a hole spread in my chest (not unlike the chest holes I feel sometimes when I smoke really potent pot) and my body felt as if it would be rammed into the vibrating ground.  It was exhilerating and scarily trapping at the same time.  My sister left to get a beer from the bar and promised to come back.

The show started and I was zinging.  People around me were passing joints and I accepted a few, though no marijuana high would ever show its face through the electric curtain in my head tonight.  I had never FELT music as I felt it that night.  It flowed through every part of my body and mind and I had no choice but to dance.

And I did wig out - just a little bit.  My sister had been gone for a while and I began to get worried.  The rational part of me knew that the crowd had simply gotten too thick and she couldn't make it back up front, but my acid clouded mind was conjuring up a million places she could be - trampled under the crowd, out in the cold alone and tripping by herself, maybe she decided to leave and was in a car accident.  These thoughts haunted me every time I turned around and couldn't see her in the audience.  I got so worried at one point that N (my sister) became my whole world.  People began to look like her.  She has shocking bottle red hair, so my vision took on a magenta tint.  I heard her voice behind me and turned to see strangers talking.  The bongo drummer in the band was N for a second.  And, I can never say for sure if this phenomenon took place in the realm of vision or mind or memory, but I was peppered with triangular shards that contained her face and voice.  I equated it to watching a movie in a theater, and sometimes you see those strange black circles that pop up in the corner for a fraction of a second.  That is what it was like.  Like clips from a movie.  Shards of glass where she was trapped and wanting a way out...

I knew though.  I held myself together.  I told myself that it was ME fucking with ME, and that I could control that.  And I did.  I took hold of A's hand and squeezed it hard.  Instantly she could tell I was having a tough time and she just smiled and squeezed back.  As we held hands, we danced, and we began to clap out the rhythm of the music together.  We stumbled a bit at first, but the synthesis became perfect... we were improvising, filling in gaps in the beat and adding our own sequences, and it was perfect.  We were truly, mystically connected through the music, and it was beautiful.  When the song was over, we hugged and kissed each other.  We didn't have to say a word.

So I forgot about my sister (who, by the way, wound up having a great time that night while avoiding stampedes and bad vibes), and the rest of the night was cake - and wonderful.  Of course, the crowd was very tight, so people were constantly bumping into me or rubbing me as they passed.  But I felt each touch in detail.  It was like my body was being licked by giant tongues from all directions.  And I danced and danced.  The music was strange and a feast for all the senses.  I felt as if I finally came to a long sought understanding of psychadelia.  I heard strange things in the music.  Exaggerated chords became a woman screaming.  Any miniscule buzz, bleep, or bell echoed through me.  At one point, during a song peak, I threw my head backwards and felt as if colors were rushing up my neck.  I didn't really SEE colors when I closed my eyes, rather I thought them, and they became visual all the same.  I travelled through tunnels of liquid metal, swirling vortexes of tie dyed patterns, bright, checkered rabbit holes with millions of branches.  When the band took a break, I felt as if I had lost something, as if I had been holding the music in a ball in the pit of my stomach and it had flown away.

During intermission, my friends and I sat outside to cool off.  We smoked cigarettes and laughed at everything.  We were simply, unabashedly giddy and happy.  We spent the second half of the concert on the balcony, where it was much less crowded.  I didn't dance much this time around.  I mostly sat and thought, just watching people and feeling good.  When the show was over we met up with some other friends and stood around until we were kicked out.  For the rest of the night, I felt terribly inarticulate and tired.  I could barely open my mouth, let alone speak.  If someone asked me a question, I nodded a yes or no answer.  My body was worn out, but my mind was still sizzling with incomprehensible colors and thoughts.

We went home and sat up talking for a couple of hours.  We were all starving and had leftover tetrazini from earlier in the evening and big cups of cranberry juice that tasted incredible.  In the end, I was the only one left awake.  This turned out to be the most difficult part of the trip for me.  I had a terrible time trying to go to sleep.  There was beautiful music playing on the stereo, but it eventually became grating noise as I grew more tired and irritable.  I fought, punched, and kicked this thing called sleep in the teeth.  I thought I had forgotten how to fall asleep, that I would simply be awake forever and always be tripping, and I should just accept it.  When I closed my eyes, it was as if someone had turned on a strobe light in my brain.  A bright light flashed and whirred.  Sleep came eventually, after about three hours of tossing and turning, teeth gritting, cursing, and begging.

In the end, I guess I was left mystified by the whole experience.  I don't think I really learned anything about myself or about others.  It didn't profoundly change my perspective on anything.  Rather, it just served to enhance things I already knew intuitively.  Interconnectedness, hidden psychic abilities, an electric rhythm and pulse behind - everything.  I do think that tripping is a sort of intrusion, though - an intrusion into a part of ourselves and the world that maybe we are not supposed to see because the potential for exposure and artificiality is just too great.  But that's just what makes it so damned intriguing, eh?  I am in no hurry to try acid again - it was too intense and physically draining for me to do routinely - but I definitely think I will try it again in the future.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 4648

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 30, 2001	Views: 40,179

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LSD (2) : Club / Bar (25), Music Discussion (22), First Times (2)


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Setting: The apartment of a pair of my friends, whom I'll call Sing (a woman) and Song (a man, her boyfriend). They were both experienced with LSD, Song especially taking very much an active interest in entheogens. The apartment was pretty nicely kept, not cluttered or anything like that. Your average college kid apartment. I arrived at about 10.30am, and didn't leave for 12 hours.

Mindset: Pretty relaxed, but excited as this would be my first time on any hallucinogen. My previous experience was limited to THC, alcohol, and ephedrine. However, as I discovered, anything you've been thinking hard about in the past week or so will have a chance of making an appearance. Additionally, I had only smoked weed in the past week; no other substances besides maybe -- but I doubt it -- alcohol were in my system. However, I have a history of mild mental illness, mainly dysphoric depression, for which I'd been prescribed the antidepressant Celexa about two years previous.

Preparations: I showed up, and we had some breakfast -- some pretty shitty biscuits that Song made with too much salt, which we ate drenched in honey to try and disguise that fact. We had drums at the ready, and paints and paper. The paints play a pretty significant part in this, actually. We ate, and then after clearing the table covered it with an expendable cloth in case we got wild with the washable paints: watercolours and this bizarre glitter stuff in numerous pastel shades. I also brought over some headphones at Sing's request, and some music I enjoy -- 'Dead Inside' by the Golden Palominos. I carried with me as well a small notebook and a pen, as I intended to do my best to transcribe the experience.

Dosage: Imprecise. I suspect we each had 2-3 hits of indeterminate potency at first and then about an hour later we took 1-2 more as a booster. We dropped by simply swallowing the tabs with orange juice.

After we dropped and were waiting for the effects to begin, I felt giggly, but I think that was only due to being excited. Song put on some music -- Radiohead's 'Kid A' -- and got online, looking for things to entertain us. We found various pieces of pattern software and eventually settled on WinAmp's visual interpretation of the music, which I think would have been pretty mesmerising in the best of times, but then, I am by nature easily visually distractable.

So we sat around staring at this, and looking for other craziness online, we then took the booster, and got the paints out.

It was then that things started to get funny. I discovered the joy of tracers, waving a paintbrush handle through the air, and then my hand, I was enthralled. I painted with the watercolours then, idly smearing colour across the page to no especial end. Song had gotten an old furniture magazine out and was amusing himself to grand heights by painting all the curtains and furniture and such in the interior design photos red or yellow or green. Sing was very quiet, intent on her painting of some interminable blob, cast in hues of pastel glitter-flecked yellow.

I didn't realise it at the time, but the trip proper was beginning. I percieved things as strangely kindergartenish, as 'little-kid' in a distinctly unholy way. I dismissed it as a perceptual flashback to times past, when sitting at a table painting actually was a small child's activity. But this was not the extent of it.

Song put on a new CD -- he had since changed Radiohead to REM, which he now changed to Tripping Daisy's 'Jesus Hits Like the Atom Bomb.' The trips were arriving in force now, and we were sprawled around. Song was glued to the CD player, Sing was lolling in a chair, and I was scribbling furiously in my notebook.

So what was happening to me? I was regressing. I found myself entangled in strings of pink bubblegum, which gave the impression of being too sweet to be really that sweet -- like a corrupted, poisoned candy our parents used to warn us the Satanists would hand out at Hallowe'en. Entwined in that bubblegum was a creature, a thing whose name I could hear in my mind and which I desperately tried to spell, but was impronouncable by human tongues, as was the concept that some things would have to remain in this trip and never come to light while lucid. Now, I call the thing the Mouse-King.

It was rotting amid the sea of gum and candy, corruption and decay falling off of it like bark from a dead tree in a swamp. It had a mouse's half-rotten head on which perched a crown, but it would also change into a massive tongue studded with eyeballs and festooned with gaping, tooth-filled mouths. It presided over a playground on which children cavorted, but the playground was false, a cover -- beneath the sugar-coated surface lurked something hellish, dark. The overwhelming sense was that nothing is as good and innocent as it appears.

This gave way to a tormented sense of loss and regret, that my own innocence had been tainted this way, that it was happening to children all over and I was powerless to protect them. I then sort of... devolved, into a protohuman state of consciousness, in which the ego has yet to develop and the id reigns... and yet, I was still in control, and indeed, quite self-conscious. Dust from the floor seemed to soil me incomparably and I was terrified I'd say something out loud that would betray my state and ruin the trips of my friends. But it was like being granted a look through the mists of evolution, both macrobiological evolution and the moral development of individual human beings. I knew what it was to be a child, to be unfettered by social mores -- now that I think of it, that may also be what it's like to be a sociopath.

I went to the bathroom, which was an ordeal -- trying to make sure I had not already wet myself while going is not easy on this stuff. Looking in the mirror was unbearable.

I came out and talked to Song, who was on about music -- he is a musician, and so is very exicted about music when he trips -- when I caught sight of the back of the Tripping Daisy CD. It features a circus parade where all the animals and people have cuts of meat superimposed over their faces. This was terrifying and confusing. The music was not helping, either -- heard lucid, it's very happy stuff, but in my state all I could percieve was the darkness of it. The whistling, chanting children on some of the songs became a demon choir heralding the loss of all goodness to a world that eats its young.

Then the doorbell rang.

Poor Song... he had to go and sign for a package, which contained some miscellaneous amplifier cord or some such. He was traumatised. ;)

This continued... we went back to the paints and I painted in tortured blobs of pink. The word 'help' is scratched into the layers of it in one of them.

We began to come down. The tracers continued but we were lucid again, although unable to communicate very well -- Sing and Song had been reading Sartre, so the inability to get one's point across was fresh on their minds, and mine as well -- the impronouncable words and concepts were recurring every minute. We ate pasta, and it was the best goddamn pasta I ever had.

Hours later, I drove home. I was so tired I collapsed immediately, and my mind refused to dream.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5199

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2002	Views: 42,201

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 30 g
		 oral
		 Morning Glory
		 (extract)

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

This is an account of my experience with LSA (extracted from Pearly Gates) and LSD.  In about 1990, a friend of mine located a recipe for 'LSD' from the Anarchist's Cookbook.  It is important to point out that this recipe *does not* make LSD and is incorrect.  The original recipe follows:

	LSD courtesy of the Jolly Roger (from the Anarchist's Cookbook)

	1) Grind up 150 grams of Morning Glory seeds or baby Hawaiian wood rose seeds.

	2) In 130 cc. of petroleum ether, soak the seeds for two days.

	3) Filter the solution through a tight screen.

	4) Throw away the liquid, and allow the seed mush to dry.

	5) For two days allow the mush to soak in 110 cc. of wood alcohol.

	6) Filter the solution again, saving the liquid and labeling it '1.'

	7) Resoak the mush in 110 cc. of wood alcohol for two days.

	8) Filter and throw away the mush.

	9) Add the liquid from the second soak to the solution labeled '1.'

	10) Pour the liquid into a cookie tray and allow it to evaporate.

	11) When all of the liquid has evaporated, a yellow gum remains.

	    This should be scraped up and put into capsules.

	30 grams of Morning Glory seeds = 1 trip

	15 Hawaiian wood rose seeds = 1 trip

My friend also read in the AC that Morning Glory seeds are often treated with pesticides that destroy the naturally occurring Ergot alkaloids.  My friend purchased Pearly Gate Morning Glory seeds and planted them in his garden.  When the plants began to produce seeds my friend began gathering them and removing the loose outer shell.  He eventually gathered *30 grams* of shelled seeds according to the directions contained in the AC.

At the time, I worked for an environmental waste laboratory and had access to laboratory grade chemicals.  I began by mixing the seeds with a small quantity of water and crushing the seeds to a pulp.  I then used a Sonicator (Ultrasound) for about 2 hours to completely pulverize the seeds.  I allowed the powder to dry completely (1 day).  I added 130 ml of petroleum ether and allowed to pulp to soak for 1 day.  I re-Sonicated the pulp w/ petroleum ether and allowed it to soak for another 1 day.  I filtered the mixture and discarded the liquid.  I allowed the pulp to dry completely (1 day).

I then added 110 ml of methanol, Sonicated the mixture and allowed the mixture to soak for two days.  I repeated this extraction (2 days).  I then collected the solvent and discarded the pulp.  I added 1ml of distilled water and allowed the mixture to evaporate over a slightly warm water bath with an evaporation column.  I continued evaporation and rinsed residue from the sides of the condenser flask w/ water until I had 3 ml of brightly colored orange liquid (12 hours).

In retrospect, the AC number indicating 30g of Morning Glory seeds=1 trip is wrong.  I also believe that I got a very good extraction of LSA from the seeds.

The Trip

I consumed the entire concoction at about 4:00 pm.  I had taken LSD often and felt comfortable taking up to 3 hits of strong acid at a time.  I assumed that this would be a relatively week trip so I went to a party.  By nearly 5:30 I felt no effects other than slight nervousness and some stomach discomfort.  My friend was with me at the party and told the party host about my exploits.  I explained that the experiment had failed and I was depressed that such hard-work had been for nothing.  The host offered me some high quality blotter to cheer me up.  I asked for 2 hits even though the host assured me that this was strong blotter.

Less than 10 minutes after consuming the two hits I began to feel a sensation unlike any other LSD experience that I had ever had.  Within 60 seconds the room became *very* intensely visual.  I have heard experienced psychonauts talk about a 'carrier-wave' with high dose mushroom trips.  This seemed to have felt very much like that.  I felt as if I was nudged slightly from my body.  I immediately had a feeling of separation as if standing beside myself.  My shoes began to melt into the carpet and form intricate, swirling patterns on the floor.  I began to think that the experiment was not wasted after all and was elated.  I excused my self to use the restroom.  The walls had begun to breathe, particularly the levelors in the bathroom.  Each time that I breathed in the walls breathed in;  to the point that they were touching my body.  The toilet bowl seemed to be several miles below.  The bowl was small and moved back and forth.  The back of the toilet was stretched so that the bowl was miles below, but the top of the back was at a normal height.  I had a hard time determining if I was pissing on the floor or seat or even walls.   At this point a stuffed Opus penguin on the top of the toilet began to talk and wink at me.  All of this happened within 20 minutes of dropping the acid.

I returned to the living room and tried to talk to my friend and maintain.  I was ashing a cigarette on my beer can when the can became very, very tall and the top of the can became huge.  Much like the toilet experience, the can seemed tall and distorted or bent in a Dr. Suess like way.  The ashes on the top of the can began to form into little lines of ants that marched across the top and over the edge.  The host had one of those plasma-ball decorations on the coffee table- the ones that make blue and red sparks arc to your fingers when you touch it.  I had been touching it earlier, but now the red and blue sparks began to arc across the room.  All activity in the room became reduced to a crawl and slow motion arcs of red and blue cascaded across every one in the room.  When people talked to me (or each other) the sounds came out so slowed down that they sounded like roars or growls.  Arcs of colored light emanated from their mouths when the opened them and came flowing out to the intended listener.  I also noticed that people speaking in what seemed to be a friendly way had cool blue energy emanating form their mouths and people who were excited or aggressive had red energy emanating from their mouths.  I then noticed that my friend had gone.  My watch said that it was 8:00 pm!  Two hours had pasted in an instant.

I went outside to find my friend and became transfixed with a VW van parked across the street.  It was breathing in a friendly way, so I sat on the curb next to it and watched the houses in the neighborhood.  The trees and shrubs had become black colored elves and dwarves and they were having sex with each other in a frantic slow-motion orgy.  There also seemed to be plant-people on the roofs of nearby houses.  The air was alive with the sounds of sex.  Literally everything was now moving and alive and I could not be sure which of the creatures were actual objects and which where simply pure hallucinations.  Also the creatures near me seemed to be talking to me.  Always in shallow whispers and mumbles.  Oddly enough, I was not scared or in the least bit surprised by the state of the world.  The sky above had become a wash of pure light and color;  everything seem pervaded by a low humming sound.  I began to focus on the house that I had just left.  The structure had  became very distorted in a cartoonish fashion with bright red and blue lighting.  Cartoon looking characters seemed to be partying behind the curtains.  I could only see the strange shadows, but they seemed to be jumping and throwing things and it was very loud.  I eventually tried to go back across the street.  The road, however, appeared to have *collapsed*.  The black asphalt portion had fallen and now appeared to be completely gone;  only the rocks on the road remained.  They were attached to the top of long strings of color and were blowing in the wind.  Eventually I convinced myself to walk across the street to the house with the party, but the door was locked.  Perhaps they could not hear me over the wild party?  I knocked loudly and waited for what seemed like an eternity.  The host opened the door and the house was silent.  He was wearing a bathrobe and appeared to be getting ready for bed.  Two people that I knew were sitting in the living room and everyone else had gone.  I looked at my watch and it was 11:00 pm.

My friends in the living room offered to walk home with me (I lived about 1 mile from this house).  We began to walk and I immediately began to feel better.  One of my friends was on coke and was talking so quickly that her voice became a gentle hum.  I marveled at the beauty of the stars and followed my friends.  Eventually I began to expect that we were lost.  I took note on the corner that we were on 'C Street'.  I loudly proclaimed that we had 6 more blocks to go.  We then walked past the hospital.  At the next street I looked at the street sign- 'C Street'.  I asked my friend if we had just past 'C Street' and they told me no.  We then walked past the hospital again.   The next street sign said 'C Street'.  This time I said nothing and continued walking.  Soon we were on '2nd Avenue'.  A very busy street that we had to cross to get to my house.  The cars were whizzing by so quickly that they only looked like one long, continuous streak of light.  I began to walk across the street and my friend (the coke fiend) screamed.  I turned to see blood streaming down her face from her nose.  I ran to her side and she turned to me, only to reveal no blood.  My friends told me that I had nearly been hit by a car and each grasped one of my arms and lead me across the street.  I was very skeptical about stepping in front of the car-light-streaks.  They seemed very loud and very close.  I simply began to move across and had the sensation that I was floating over the car-streaks while being held-up by my elbows.

At my home, my friends tucked me in, put on some music, poured me a beer and then told me that they needed to be somewhere and would return soon.  I assured them that I would be fine.  After all it was now 12:00 pm;  a full 8 hours since I took the LSA and 6 hours since I took the acid.  I should be down anytime.  They left and I poured myself a bubble bath;  I had been shivering violently since we left the house.  I tried to use the toilet but found that I had no idea how to operate myself.  My body seemed disconnected and I could not feel my bladder or bowels.  As I got in the tub I realized that I also could not determine what temperature the water was.  I assumed that it was not too hot because I felt no pain.  To test this theory I turned the water to straight hot and put my hand under the faucet.  The water felt cold, although I could see steam rising from my hand.  The skin even appeared to be getting red.  I changed the temperature to straight cold and felt the water.  It felt very hot.  I then selected about half of each, assuming that to be not cold or scalding.  I began to relax until I realized that the bubbles were all over me.  I'm not sure why this bothered me, but it did.  I waited, telling myself that this was preposterous, but my anxiety grew.  After only a few minutes I leaped from the tub and ran to my bed.

I hid under the covers for a while and then decided to listen to some music and reduce the amount of visual input.  I turned off the lights and put on a piano concerto.  When I closed my eyes I saw much more than the standard CEVs.  I saw fully formed images of piano keys in flowing waves rushing by me, colored musical notes and penguins.  I opened my eyes and discovered that I could see the same things on the blank, black wall in front of me.  This was probably the most intense part of the trip.  I felt as if I was rushing forward into blackness.  Soon the entire room had become black and all that I could see were musical notes.  I began to get worried.  I sat up and put my hand in front of my face.  I could not see my hand.  I began to tell myself that this was ok.  It was just a trip, but I keep wondering if my extraction had somehow left methanol residue in the product.  Was I going blind?  I tried to relax and listen to the music.  Soon the song stopped and the next one did not start.  I sat in complete darkness.  No visuals, no sounds.  I tried talking and could not hear myself.  Suddenly the frond door opened and the lights came on.  One of my friends had returned.  She had a bottle of wine.

After some coercing, she agreed to lay with me.  I was nude and we shared a glass of wine and lay together.  We tried to have sex at one point but my attention span was too short.  She went to sleep and I got up and went into the other room.  It was now 3:11 am.  I began to draw in a legal pad.  At the top of each page I wrote the time.  At the end of about 20 pages I went back and looked at my previous pages only to discover that the time had not changed.  It was still 3:11.  I sat and patiently watched for the time to change, but it did not.  After some time doing this I returned to bed and waited for sleep.  At 5:00 am I got up again.  I now felt very much like I was coming down from a standard LSD trip.  I had some stomach cramps and felt cold and somewhat disoriented.  The visuals that I had now were only tracers and occasional distortions.  I made coffee and watched the sun come up.  I was still tripping too hard to sleep, but I felt fairly marvelous.  But 11:00 am I could sleep and I slept for about 3 hours waking happy and refreshed.

Dosage

Although this was a great experience, I would not recommend that anyone consume the quantities on Morning Glory described in the Anarchist's Cookbook.  30g is *way* too much.  I peaked for approximately 9 hours and the entire trip lasted for over 14 hours!  I do recommend the extraction however, I had no serious nausea or other side-effects.  I am not entirely sure how much of the effect was from the LSA and how much was from the LSD, however, I have never had an LSD experience before or since like that one.

Exp Year: 1990	ExpID: 5316

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 13, 2002	Views: 122,112

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Morning Glory (38), LSD (2) : Preparation / Recipes (30), Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

Preamble:

Apart from the occasional caffeine (which has little effect on me) and a few half-glasses of champagne at various special events, and some demerol in hospitals on two occasions, I had no experience with psychoactives prior to trying LSD.  Stimulants and depressants are simply not appealing to me and opiates are far too risky.  As long as I have known about them (probably since one of those 'Just Say No' lectures that public schools were constantly having in the 80s) LSD (and by extension all psychedelics) have been intriguing to me.  I vaguely remember at some point in 8th or 9th grade thinking 'if only LSD did not cause brain damage it would be the perfect drug, and even I would try it'.

Roll the clock forward about 10 years.  I have recently started reading Hunter Thompson and listening to an increasing amount of psychedelic music (both 1st generation stuff and newer things like the Butthole Surfers and the Cramps).  Naturally, I sought out information on these fascinating substances which had inspired so much great music and literature.  Before long, I had learned that, while certainly not 'safe' (what is?), the risks of LSD were almost entirely of the psychological nature.  The point is, between the time at which I decided I was going to try LSD and the time I actually tried it I spent about 7 months researching and generally preparing myself mentally for it.  This definitely payed off... when I later described some of the most impressive moments of the trip to my friend who acted as guide (and who has had a lot of experience, having taken acid a few hundred times), she was suprised that I had enjoyed it at all.  I loved it, paranoia, loss of self, loss of linear time and all.  I was not anxious to try it again immediately, but I will almost certainly use it again in the future; I could easily see myself using it once or twice a year indefinitely.

The experience itself:

I arrived the day before and slept on the couch.  the next morning I awoke around 10 and took a long shower, followed by a light breakfast (I cannot remember precisely what).  We sat and talked for a little while with her boyfriend, then got the acid from te refrigerator and divided it up.  It was difficult to tell how much I took because we only had leftover edges from a sheet, but in retrospect it is clear that she had a prett good idea of how much was actually there.  At any rate, I had about four pieces; she had two.  After eating it (I swallowed the paper after a minute or so, which her boyriend then warned me not to do - it made his stomach upset...) her boyfriend left for work and we sat and talked aout nothing in particular, looked at some Maurice Sendak books, and waited.  And waited.  After about 20 minutes I was just beginning to feel it.  Nothing was actually different, but there was an increasing sense of anticipation: SOMETHING was about to happen.  We moved to the living room and put on some music. Some buddhist chants she had downloaded a few weeks before... nice background music, though somewhat humorous on a meta level: here we are, full of acid listening to buddhist chants in her living room.  I found the idea of that strangely amusing.  Something was happening, all right.

I guess it took about an hour before it really kicked in, but I can't be sure.  I tend to be kind of analytical, so she had hidden all of the clocks in the house beforehand and I had placed my watch safely out of reach.  The wait was definitely on the long side, though.  Then, without much warning, I could feel it starting to pick up: sort of waves of electricity traveling up my body.  She was obviously farther along than I, and asked if I wanted more or not (we had previously discussed whether to go for a lot right off or do a bit at a time so I didn't get more than I felt comfortable with; it ended up being somewhere in between, as my initial dose was probably about the same as an average tab).  I said 'sure' and she went to the kitchen to get it.  I stood up and took a few steps toward the wall.  All of a sudden, everything started to twist into a sort of counterclockwise nautilus spiral, which was centered somewhere above and to the left of my head.  This was not visual (though there was initially a slight, brief distortion); it was only a nearly overpowering feeling.  I looked at the prints and drawings that were hanging on the wall and thought something along the lines of 'I am HERE.  This is it.'  About this time, she returned with three more pieces which I put in my mouth and sucked on for maybe five minutes.  I had not tasted anything from the first dose I took (which I attribute to the fact that I held it for about five minutes before taking it and my palms were slightly sweaty), but this one had a definite flavor.  Despite her boyfriend's assertion that it tasted unpleasant, I enjoyed it.  Interestingly enough, it tasted a bit like the acid (of a very different type) that dentists use to soften a tooth before filling it - a taste most people probably dislike.

Now that we were fully taking off, I soon remembered that we had planned on drawing.  We got out crayons and paper and made a 'book', which took somewhere between 15 minutes and an hour.  When we were tired of drawing, we sat for a few minutes on the floor and did not do much of anything.  Neither of us were having any significant visuals.  Light seemed a little brighter and more 'pure' and sometimes moved on its own.  Distances were distorted.  There were no heavy colors or patterns, however, and nothing was significantly distorted.  That is not to say that the trip was at all mild up to this point, however.  It was simply not going on in the visual domain.  Most of the changes were in perception, thought processes, and so forth.  Very subjective, very hard to put into words.  And, while I did not SEE any distortions or trails or the like, I certainly FELT them.

We were still sitting on the floor comparing notes when suddenly I snapped back to normalcy.  It was almost instant and almost complete.  Here I was sitting on the floor, perfectly sober.  And there was the couch over there, a few feet away.  I suddenly know that I had to get over there quickly while I still had the chance.  I muttered something to that effect and stood up, stepped across the floor (only one step... but what a step it was) and dropped onto the couch.

...ceiling, acoustic tiling.  Tunneling upward.... the second dose must be kicking in...

...

'I... I think I might be a while... if you... want to read a book or something...'

... picture on the wall is... alive... shapes crawling into themselves...

I am siting on the couch.  It is a bit darker outside than it was last time I noticed.  Everything around me is still more or less solid, but it seems very distant.  The computer is on, and some of the colors are leaking off of the screen onto the side of the monitor, but the picture itself is the only thing in the room that seems to be completely noral.  Strange.

I am looking across the room.  I do not know how long I have been here.  I can feel my body and the couch flowing into each other, a strangely comforting sensation.  I am alone in the room, but I know that someone is in the other room, and will be back soon.  Or is that me?  Am I really just a reflection of what I am looking at?  I can feel my presence start to leak out into the couch, like water from a plastic bottle with a leak in the bottom.  The level of my existance is falling down my body; only my eyes and teeth are left.  Just before everything else disappears completely into the couch, I remember reading 'The Psychedelic Experience' earlier that week, and recognize that this is, in its eccentric way, the 'pure whit elight' that Leary was talking about.  Thinking this makes me quickly flow back up out of the couch into myself, much to my chagrin.  I suppose that the act of thinking reminded me that I exist.  I begin to flow out again, but it does not go much lower than my chest, and I end up laying back on the couch and just enjoying being around.

How long has it been since then?  Minutes?  Hours?  Someone says something to me and a large stuffed bee attached to a keychain lands on my chest and looks at me.  I look back.  It is a friendly bee.  I like it.

It is definitely nighttime now; the windows are dark.  We have been playing Atari 2600 games on the computer for some time now.  Or rather, I have been watching her play.  I occasionally try to control the action a bit, but mostly I am content to watch.  There is a game called 'Bobby is going home'.  Bobby is jumping across puts and dodging viscious greek letters(!).  The sky is purple, and the sun is flying around the sky in a figure 8 pattern.  Bobby reaches the edge of the screen and moves to the next: the sun becomes a giant bird!  I am now convinced that the atari 2600 was designed by and for acid users.

I am walking to the kitchen to get a drink of water.  The observing part of my brain realizes how absurd te entire situation is.  It thinks of Peter Fonda: the perfect icon of the ridiculousness of LSD.  For a brief moment I am standing behind myself watching: I AM Peter Fonda.  I get my water, set it on a shelf, forget where it is, return, find it, drink it.  We go to the bedroom to look at the ceiling, which is a sort of lumpy stucco.  On the way, we notice a poster which depicts farm animals picketing.  All of them are carrying signs except for the duck, who has a small red banner.  We are sure that this is very important, but cannot decide why.  I look at myself in the mirror and... there I am!  And I can even move my mouth and eyes!  I am happy to see this.

We have watched the ceiling for a while but we are both feeling restless.  It has been quite a few hours now, and she is clearly overmost of it.  I am still feeling strange, but I am definitely over the peak.  We decide that, despite the cold and the icy streets, we are going to walk round outside a little bit.

Out in the hallway.  Bare white walls.  No furniture except for a salvaged church pew with a life-sized cast of a tombstone sitting on it.  We reach the front door and she tries to open it.  Nothing.  It is frozen.  My mind races: the night before her boyfriend was late getting home from work and we had locked the keys in the apartment.  We were stuck out in the rain for two hours.  Now we want to get back out and we are locked IN!  The perfect symmetry!  I am overcome by the humor of the situation.  am I laughing?  I feel as though I am splitting apart from the waist up, becoming multiple images, like a photograph taken under strobe lights.  But none of the motion is actually happening, is it?  Is it?

The door finally opens - it was frozen shut - and we leave the house.  I loo0k at the snow underneath the drainspout and admite the pefect fractal curve of crystals that are formed where water dripped onto it and froze.  We walk down the street.  The cold is severe, and I am starting to lose track of my body.  Am I here?  We walk down another street, but time is beginning to come apart.  I am no longer experiencing my existance as a steady stream.  It is a series of three basic images: looking forward, looking sideways, looking down at my feet.  Each step I take the image changes in a cycle.  This goes on forever, quite literally.

We are at a bus stop.  A bus pulls up and the images speed up.  I slide back into normal time and we decide not to get on the bus.  I slide back to the ccling images, but there are more of them, closer together.  We are in a richer neighborhood now.  It is very dark, and all of the houses seem abandoned.  We do not stay long.  We are back on the main street, heading to the apartment.  We pass a gas station.  There is a large van filled with police.  I feel unmoved: this is just the part where I act normal.  We walk past and nobody pays the slightest bit of attention.  I feel as if I am not actually connected to my body, but am in fact floating inside of it and trying to steer it around.  She mentions something she read about that very sensation, though I had not mentioned it to her.  'I know exactly what you mean' I say loudly.  The man walking his dog past us looks at me disapprovingly.  'But he doesn't,' I say, trying hard not to burst out laughing.

We are at an intersection.  I cannot tell when and where the traffic is, but she is nearly back to normal and has no trouble negotiating the street crossing.  As I step out into the road, however, I realize that I am no longer connected to my body at all:  it is walking off across the road without me.  Horror: what if I cannot catch up with it?  The cars are coming!  My body is almost across the street, but my consciousness is still standing right in the middle of it.  I dash to the curb and, more or less, back into my body.  I am not connected to it yet, but I have caught it and I fo not think it is going anywhere again.  Sure enough, net time we cross a street, I only lag behind it slightly the first step or two.  I am getting the hang of driving it around again.

Back in the apartment.  We are both getting tired, but there is no chance of sleeping yet.  It is probably only 8 or 9 pm, anyway.  We wander about, trying to decide what to do.  It is cold.  I am still shaken from beign outside.  We want to watch a movie, but can't decide what.  Finally we choose 'Heavenly Creatures', a personal favorite of each of us.  Her copy is a pre-releasse bootleg in an unmarked tape.  We heat up some vegan pizza-pocket type things (she is vegan; I hardly eat much meat, but thrive on cheese and find most vegan food of this kind a bit bland, so I am not overly aggressive about eating it) and start the tape.  Soon we are both deeply absorbed in the movie.  However, the way she relates to it is, naturally, quite different from the way I relate to it.  Slowly but surely I begin to feel isolated.  I begin to notice that whenever any of the characters on the screen are hostile, the picture becomes grainy and their faces begin to deform.  Soon, not only are there distortions whenever characters are hostile or angry, but hissing sounds as well.  And the angrier they get, the worse my food tastes.   When they are happy, the food tastes better, the picture is clear, and there is no distortion or hissing.  I begin to notice that the characters who are most grusomely deformed are men.  And then it dawns on me: the distortions are not because of the LSD!  No, what is really happening is that the tape was specially prepared in order to imprint me with some kind of anti-male, anti-heterosexual personality!  That is why it the tape was not labeled.  I begin to feel very uncomfortable.  On the screen, people begin to grow horns and their faces twist into hideous grimaces.  About halfway into the movie, there is a scene in which the main character loses her virginity to a particularly unpleasant, rattish man.  As he is about to reach orgasm... the tape breaks!  We stop the vcr and rewind it a bit to see if that will help, but there is no picture when we play.  We rewind some more: still no picture.  The tape is blank.

We have not gotten the tape to work, despite 15 minutes or so of sitting and looking at the VCR.  I get up to go to the bathroom.  Once in the bathroom, I look into the mirror.  Throughout the trip, I have had menthol lip balm on, and it has made me unable to feel (and therefore, unable to remember the existance of ) the lower half of my face.  Off an on, I have felt that my facial expressions are actually the facial expressions of people I am looking at, but happening on my face.  This is an opportunity to test that.  I look in the mirror.  There I am, just like last time.  I think to myself 'I am not sure exactly who I am, but I am sure that whoever I am I like it a lot.'

A few hours have gone by.  I am much closer to baseline now.  Just tired, and my thought patterns are strange.  Her boyfriend comes home and we sit and talk for a while.  He reads our book.  We keep him awake until about 2am, at which point we are all exhausted.  They go to bed, and I turn off the lights and lie down on the couch.  As I am about to close my eyes, I notice that the pattern on the couch is not just a pattern: it is a flaming, one eyed bird, and it is swooping down at me out of the cushion.  I look at it for a moment, trying to decide whether or not we will be friends.  I finally determine that we will get along, and close my eyes.

Mild closed-eye visuals as I fall asleep: moire patterns, kalidescope patterns, flying down chrome tunnels.  At one point I am standing inside a strange house, looking out the window on the front door.  Outside the window, there is a porch with a chair on it.  On the chair sits a decaying corpse wearing a moth-eaten suit.  I soon decide that I do not ilike this and go back to the tunnels and patterns.

About an hour later, I wake up.  There is a scratching sound: mice in the walls!  And... my mostly uneaten vegan pizza is still sitting on a plate by the couch.  If the mice decide the y want to eat it, they might crawl over me to get to it!  I must move it away!

Epilogue:

That is a basic account of what I can remember off the top of my head.  It has been nearly three months, and I have been consistently much happier, much more able to focus, much more aware of the world around me, much more sure of who I am.  I have always been pretty strong in all of these respects (though I am occasionally depressed for a week or two, as are most people I know), but since taking acid I feel as though they have all solidified.  I know exactly who I am and where I am.  While I might not be satisfied with everyhting in my life or th world, I am happy to be in it, as trite as that sounds.  I waited until I was in an especially good state mentally before taking the acid, and I believe that it did a lot help imprint tthat state of mind into my personality much more deeply than it already was.  For all the talk about LSD changing people's lives and personalities, I found that - much like hypnosis - it only created potential; the actual change was mad eby my own psyche.  To draw upon the overused but very effective Huxley metaphor, LSD opens a door in your mind.  But it does not make you walk through that door; that is up to you.

Would I do LSD again? most definitely, if the opportunity to do it in a comfortable, safe manner presented itself.  I would also be curious to try performing routine activities (shopping for food; visiting a busy mall; going to a movie) under low doses once or twice.  At some point I am interested in trying DMT (which was the drug that I first began researching before deciding on LSD).  Despite the fact that some of the later parts of that first trip were not what most people would consider pleasant, and were certainly not fun, I did not consider them 'negative' experiences at the time nor do I now.  The only thing that I would really be unhappy about repeating would be crossing the street the first time.

I would not outright recommend LSD to anyone.  Moreso than most drugs, it is a very complex descision.  I HAVE recommended that a couple of my friends who have not yet tried it but have some interest should spend some time reading about it and working at becoming comfortable with themselves before they even consider taking it.  Sure, it is possible to just go out and do it without any trouble, but I cannot imagine that it would be nearly as satisfying, at east the first time.  I think that it is incredibly important to have someone who you trust to guide you on your first trip.  This has been said many times, but once more couldn't hurt.

One of the things that really helped me deal with some of the more uncomfortable moments was my firm belief that therre is no such thing as a 'bad' trip.  A trip can be uncomfortable or downright frightening, but that is only 'bad' if the tripper interprets it that way.  Some of the 'worst' experiences I've heard about from friends sound like some of the 'best' experiences I had (melting into the couch, for example - many other inexperienced people I have talked to were not at all comfortable when similar things happened to them).  At least for me, remembering that 'good' and 'bad' are just human inventions that have no real bearing on the experience kept me from struggling against the uncomfortable moments, which is important.

If you go into it with the right mindset, I think acid can be one of the most positive and profound experiences a person can have, whether it is a 'good' trip or not.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 5485

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 16, 2002	Views: 45,668

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


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

In the past year I have experimented a number of times with acid, probably around ten times. I have taken anywhere from one to six liquid hits, and I have usually enjoyed myself quite thoroughly. My previous strongest trip before the one I am about to describe involved heavy visuals, mild euphoria, and a ceaseless attempt to describe my crazy thoughts to my friend- what I would consider a pretty solid trip, although I remained curious about higher dosages.

Last weekend my friend John came down to pick me up. Since John was the same guy I had my previous best trip with, I suggested that we take some acid before we left. He got 2 hits, and I took three, at about 7:30 PM. I told him that this time we would try to keep our tripping under wraps and try to party without acting too crazy. The weekend before I had bought three hits from the same guy and I hardly tripped at all, so I thought this task would be no problem. Also I believe myself to be a pretty level headed guy, and I feel like I am strongly in tune with my self at least on a mental level. So we hurried out to the car and drove to his place. Of course driving is not the best idea, but his place was only fifteen minutes away and we were already on his street and smoking a joint I had rolled before we started to become impaired in any way. We stopped in to a convenience store so I could get some gum (for the jaw grind) and some gatorade for John. I was nervous being in the store and I was happy to leave. We drove down the street to his place and went inside. This is the point where things become shaky. I realized at this point that the acid was coming on extremely fast. I remember pointing at John's roommate and asking 'is this dude going to watch us to make sure we're ok?' Soon enough he got kind of freaked out and left because he didn't ever trip and we were probably becoming kind of scary.

The visuals were very intense by 9:00. Heavy fractalization of every surface of the room was occurring, and the patterns were raising up to the extent that they seemed to press together in front of my eyes, like somebody attached an air compressor to the walls and the room swelled up around my face. I have never really been scared about visuals, but this visual experience was a little too close for comfort. The uncontrollably pulsating room had become inescapable to me now, and my closed eye visuals were almost identical to my open ones. I was losing sight of John and grabbed his hand to make sure he was still there. I don't know how I began my downward train of thought, perhaps it was the uneasiness caused by driving on acid, or simply the sheer power of the visuals.

I eventually seemed to be losing all contact with the room. I began yelping John's name just to try and prove to myself that he was still there. I lay down on the couch and tried to calm myself down but the effects of the acid were overpowering. I couldn't see the room now, just a constantly swirling gray mass strewn with prism like color effects.

Another thing that had begun happening was a rush of energy through my body. Other times that I had tripped I had experienced what I thought was stomach gas, but this time the pain rose up out of my stomach and flowed up over the back of my neck and forward across my brain to my eyes. This current of energy was extremely intense, and seemed to be trying to burst forth from my body with ununrelenting strength. Spikes of solid electricity seemed to be bursting from my fingertips, my arms were numb, with that pins and needles feeling, but multiplied many times, and it felt like a fish hook had been attached to every nerve ending on my skin and the strings were getting tugged. What seemed to be crackling waves of energy were flowing across my head (I can only relate this feeling to the image of those two wires with the electricity traveling upwards between them, with the addition of the sensation of 100 fuses overloading and burning out every second in my head). My eyes felt as if they were pulsating rapidly in and out, and I was certain that they might pop out of my head. These sensory stimuli were unpleasant to say the least.

At the same time I began to become less aware of my biological functions. I did not know whether my heart was still beating (when I felt it, it was very rapid) and my mouth and windpipe seemed to become detached from my body and I didn't know if I was still breathing. I constantly held my hand to my mouth to make sure that there was airflow (which there was, but it was very scary to experience this slight dissociation from body for the first time). These uncomfortable physical sensations as well an explosive mental state propelled me into a frenzy of terror. I thought that I had finally made myself insane through this drug which I realized I knew less about than I had earlier liked to think. I was grabbing frantically at the couch by now, trying to keep hold of the real world. I hopefully asked if this was almost over, and John said to my great disappointment that it was only about 10:00.

I at one point envisioned a slight opening in my visions, which I interpreted as a rapidly closing portal back into the world of sanity. I used all the will power at my disposal to keep this portal in sight by way of grabbing the couch, yelling out John's name, etc. I felt that if I gave up I would slip forever into this chaotic energy world and be insane. I reached a point where I simply could not fight any longer, and I feared that it was all over. I asked John to call my parents or his or even the police- anybody. I was scared out of my mind. Before this I would have never for a second considered contacting any of these people, something that would not be at all practical except for in an extremely no resort situation.

Luckily John did not have long distance and was in no shape to even dial the phone, so I was safe. I finally thought that I had died or lost it, and I thought my parents could be at any minute be crying over my body that I had left far behind in reality. I feel like at that point, if I had more control over what I was doing, I might have actually harmed myself. Somehow, John called his ex girlfriend, who was a veteran tripper, and she came over. When she saw me she ran over and sat next to me. By then I was nearly screaming and crying quite a bit. (I feel almost like a coward now but at the time I simply had no control over what was happening). I kept crying and saying stuff like 'I am sooo fucked up' and 'I am frying my ass off', because by then the physical and sensory sensations were almost unbearable- it literally felt like I had dropped my brain into a crackling frying pan. She was very soothing and rubbed my tingling arms and told me to try and keep my eyes open and it would soon end.

After a while I could finally distinguish the room again and was very, very glad, to feel some deceleration of the acid. I got a can of beer but I had to ask John's girlfriend to open it because the senses in my hands were still firing out of control. She left after a while, and I was soon able to calm down and describe to John some of the things that had been going on inside my head. It was almost twelve by then, but the trip was still in full swing with pronounced visuals. Basically for the rest of the time I listened to what John had to say about his views on life which I found quite interesting, and also I felt too burnt out already to do much talking. We sat around and talked for a few more hours, smoked another joint, and after watching half of a movie we went to sleep at about 6:30AM.

The next morning I was pretty quiet, because I was still contemplating the experience. I was afraid that I might have damaged myself mentally, or that I might start having flashbacks. So far though I haven’t noticed any adverse effects. I took a shower and my parents came and picked me up that afternoon to take me to dinner. Before I left, though, John made me promise not to do any more acid until I had learned everything I could from the trip. When I got back to school, I talked to a guy I know who has the most drug experience of anyone I know, and he told me he tripped really hard off of only one hit. Although it was by far the single scariest, most uncomfortable and physically painful experience of my life, I am glad that I was able to keep hold of that portal to reality and survive the trip. I would say that it was the first experience of my life that gave me a greater appreciation for life itself. I have actually had a very upbeat week since the event. What surprised me most was how unprepared I was for the intensity of the acid. I had taken more hits than that before, with nowhere near those results.

I will most probably not do acid for a long time, and when I do (or advice for others experimenting) I will be very careful about dosage. I had no idea that I could actually have an uncontrollably unpleasant time unless I swallowed a whole vial. Also, the lights were on in the room and there was no music, a situation that I think probably increased my chances of settling on a negative train of thought. And I found that it probably is best to have a sober sitter to reassure you, because with LSD you can never know what to expect.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5566

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 17, 2002	Views: 38,002

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LSD (2) : General (1), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 160 mg
		 oral
		 MDPR
		 (capsule)

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

		   T+ 4:05
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 2C-B
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I was flipping through PIHKAL one day, dreaming of trying all these exotic compounds (who hasn't?), when one caught my eye: MDPR, closely related to MDA, MDMA and MDE.  Shulgin says MDPR is basically inactive on its own, but can be a primer to other psychedelics, often with great success (see the PIHKAL entry  here). No one I had ever heard of, anywhere, knew anything about or had ever tried MDPR, outside of Shulgin and his crowd.

Some time later, I was chilling with my local wizard and he mentioned to me that he had recently conjured some MDPR.  What a coincidence! I told him about my interest in it, and he gave me a gelcap which he claimed contained 160 mg of 3,4-methylenedioxy-N-propylamphetamine HCl. The material seemed to be pure - it was white and granular and had little odor.  Its taste was much less biting and bitter than MDA or MDMA.  But, the wizard told me, he was not sure of the quality of the powder.  He had followed familiar spells, but he had no analytical means of testing what he had conjured.  He wished me luck and disappeared in a cloud of burnt-plastic-smelling vapor.

At 3:30pm I ate the gelcap.  I had eaten only a bowl of cereal an hour earlier.  60 hours previously I had taken MDMA, and I felt fully recovered.

t+0:00 - eat gelcap

t+0:28 - slight desensitization of touch?

t+0:47 - off baseline in an indistinct way - entirely physical

t+1:02 - definite but still indistinct physical response.  slight touch 'fuzziness'.  stimulant sensation in my limbs - more like amphetamine than MDMA.  very slight.

t+1:18 - effects don't seem to be evolving much more

t+1:35 - a little more stimulating, without a change in the character of the stimulation

t+1:39 - I find myself wanting to tap my foot or bounce my leg up and down

t+1:54 - hunger.  not what I would expect after taking a stimulant.

t+2:00 - time for the psychedelic.

Now, two hours into the experiment, I followed Shulgin's advice and ate a tab of acid.  I have no way of knowing how much acid there is on a tab, but I'm guessing it's less than 100 micrograms, since my friends have told me this acid is pretty standard strength.  Shulgin's primer experiments used acid in the 60-100 microgram range.

t+2:09 - slight metallic taste in my mouth?

t+2:12 - I find myself stretching my arms

t+2:26 - first hints of acid effects

t+2:45 - acid is definitely there

t+3:15 - starting to notice acid visuals - rippling color on walls, general blurriness

t+3:55 - this feels no different than one single tab of acid

t+4:05 - fuck it.  eat 20 mg 2C-B

t+4:31 - enhanced visual effects - rippling, etc.  due to 2C-B?

t+4:40 - a little jaw clench?

t+4:50 - clear 2C-B visuals

And then I stopped taking notes.  I felt like I had taken one hit of acid followed by 20 mg of 2C-B.

I was completely baffled.  Both the acid and 2C-B felt exactly as they would have without the MDPR - or at least what I thought was MDPR - that I had eaten first.  Had the wizard given me MDIP, N-isopropyl-MDA, instead of N-propyl-MDA? Or something else?

Still tripping, I embarked on a wild subway ride to visit an oracle.  I brought him a sample of the supposed MDPR, explained my situation, and asked him if he could tell me what it was.  The oracle did a melting point test and told me it melted at 191-191.5 degrees C, right on the money according to Shulgin.  Two days later the oracle contacted me and said that he had put the MDPR in his NMR spectrometer, and it was in fact MDPR.  He also said the first wizard was no fool, because the sample was at least 97% pure.

Okay, so what was wrong with my brain chemistry? The only possibility I could think of was that the MDMA I had taken two and a half days earlier was strongly cross-tolerant with MDPR.

Then the explanation hit me like a lungful of amyl nitrite: I had taken a single pill of Prozac a few hours after the MDMA to reduce the chances of frying my brain.  Prozac's half-life is several days, so I undoubtedly had a bunch of it still blocking serotonin reuptake.  Prozac nullifies the effects of a subsequent dose of MDMA, and it could probably nullify the effects of MDPR too.  Now this was an explanation that made sense.  I'd have to wait a couple weeks for it to go away.

Time passes.  And finally I have time to try MDPR again.

t+0:00 - eat 180 mg MDPR.  had a small lunch 1:20 ago.

t+0:15 - something indistinct

t+0:23 - slight desensitization of touch; an indistinct and mild stimulated feeling - alertness

t+0:45 - body stimulant sensation - fingers tingle a little

t+1:25 - feelings have plateaued.  no mental effect.  body feels stimulated but relaxed.  but there is the occasional feeling of stiffness or tenseness in the limbs and fingers, like a sharp tingle.

t+1:50 - spent the last 10 minutes driving to a friend's house.  driving skills are completely unaffected by the MDPR.

t+1:55 - hungry

t+2:00 - eat 1.5 tabs of acid (same kind as the first MDPR experiment)

t+2:22 - first hints of acid

t+2:53 - acid feels pretty normal.  it's getting a little harder to write.

t+3:30 - feels similar to acid still.

t+3:50 - there is a different body sensation here

t+4:30 - definite different body sensation... but not much.  mentally, feels like 1.5 hits of acid.

And once again I stopped taking notes, mostly because writing seemed like too much of a challenge and was not what I felt like doing.  There was something different happening.  The acid had more of a body high.  Not a feeling of energy, tightness, fatigue or outright stimulation, just simply *high*.  This high seemed to be in the same class as an MDMA/MDA/MDE high, but was much more mild.

I did not notice much mental change at all.  The level of visuals, complexity of thoughts, etc. seemed to be just what I would expect from 1.5 hits of acid.  About six hours after taking the acid, I looked back at the way I'd been feeling and I could not identify any noticeable alteration from the MDPR except for this comforatable, friendly but undeniably subtle body sensation.  The intensity of this sensation was more than what the MDPR had produced before I took the acid, so synergy between the two drugs had come into play.

Around this time, a friend of mine started playing with a frighteningly freaky audio-feedback program he had written for his Macintosh.  We gave a microphone to another friend (who had taken 2C-I) and let him talk to himself.  He'd hear clips of his voice from seconds to minutes ago and be reminded of what he was thinking of previously, and he literally had a conversation with himself for the next 10-15 minutes.  This was endlessly fascinating to everyone in the room (all of whom were tripping).  I was surprised how long this game held my interest and how much it made me think about the nature of conversations and how internal and external stimuli influence the direction and content of a dialogue.  We kept playing with my friend's program for a couple of hours and had a great time.

Like many people, I am a little wary of LSD because of the way it makes me introspective and the way my mind can get caught in loops that sometimes spiral away in undesirable directions.  Recently I have been feeling a lot better about my life in general.  During this MDPR/LSD experiment, I sometimes found myself thinking about things that have bothered me in the past, and about things that bother me still, and it seemed much easier to put those thoughts aside and not dwell on them.  This is certainly due in part to my overall better attitude, but it may also be due in part to the MDPR, but this is pure conjecture.  In any case I was very happy to have had an acid trip that was all-around good for the first time in quite a while!

But the strong synergy between the MDPR and LSD that Shulgin wrote about was not there.  A few weeks earlier a friend of mine had tried the MDPR/LSD combination, and he told me that there was a definite difference, but that it was far milder than Shulgin described.  He didn't seem to be able to explain it well, but did say that it was mostly body-oriented.  It's been tough for me to explain the differences too.  I wonder why we haven't been able to reproduce Shulgin's results.  We know the MDPR is good.  Acid quality, maybe? I can't say.

So let's try an experiment without LSD.  The psychedelic drug I hold closest to my heart is 2C-B, since it was the first psychedelic I ever took and it has been perpetually interesting and fun the countless times I've taken it since.  So I know it well, I can measure it with milligram precision, and I should be able to identify any synergy with MDPR.  I chose to take 25 mg of 2C-B, which is the minimum I consider necessary to get me to about a +++ level.

t+0:00 (8:45 pm) - eat 170 mg MDPR.  Had a filling dinner at 6:00.

t+0:20 - go shopping at home depot

t+1:00 - return from home depot.  mild effects, pretty much the same as last time.

t+1:50 - eat 25 mg 2C-B

t+2:20 - starting to feel the 2C-B.  I'm in a cool room, but my palms are a little sweaty.

t+2:30 - muscle twitchiness, in my legs.  visual effects starting.

t+2:37 - dim vibrations with eyes closed

t+2:47 - 2C-B is starting to take hold.  the body sensations seem different.

(I listened to music for a while here)

t+3:50 - smoke marijuana - a couple hits of bud, several more hits of strong iso-hash.

t+4:20 - a bit more off-balance when walking around.  I don't think this would happen with 2C-B alone.  the pot had strong synergy.  music much more mesmerizing.  body sensations continue - easy to ignore where body is.  visuals have returned.

t+4:50 - my mind seems to wander quite a bit more now - it is harder pay attention to music.  maybe change the music? smoke a little more too. the general body sensation for this trip seems to be that my body matters less - it feels like less.  it isn't getting in my way.  very comfortable. as time goes on, it becomes more obvious how the MDPR is making things different.  so it was with LSD too.

t+5:10 - 2C-B is starting to weaken

t+7:00 - spent the last hour and a half reading the beginning of PIHKAL and enjoying it greatly.

As the 2C-B wore off, the MDPR disappeared with it.  On a pure intensity scale, the MDPR definitely made the 2C-B more intense than what I would usually expect from 25 mg.  It might have been more like 27 or 28 mg - a small mass difference, but noticeable to anyone familiar with 2C-B.

The music I listened to was enjoyable.  I recognized all the 2C-B effects I know and love.  Music was spacious and I was attentive to the textures of instruments and samples.  The signature body blur and delocalization of 2C-B was there too, and the MDPR seemed to make this a bit more important than usual.  While listening to good music during previous 2C-B trips, the body seems forgettable, as the mind plows through the universe of the music.  With MDPR, I was more interested in observing my body diffuse inward and outward as I laid still and time passed.

I went to sleep a little after 8 am, and I needed to take a pill of melatonin to make going to sleep easier.  I woke up a few times but slept for a totally unexpected 15 hours.  The drugs must have had something to do with this.  Mentally, however, I felt normal.

In retrospect, my first Prozac-tainted experiment might have borne more fruit if I hadn't been expecting more obvious effects... and if I hadn't added that 2C-B, which was poor experimental technique but did make for a very fun night.  I do believe, though, that the Prozac made the ordinarily subtle effects of MDPR even more difficult to find.

Many people think that Shulgin's dose estimates in PIHKAL and TIHKAL are generally on the low side - he seems to get more 'bang for the buck' than many people.  He and his research group have trained themselves to learn as much as possible from every experience, even weak and indistinct ones.  So it might have been with Shulgin's comments on MDPR.  I'm very familiar with psychedelics, and it has been a challenge for me to characterize what MDPR does.  Maybe this is because the territory is new.  I have only explored single drugs or combinations of active drugs, never 'primers' which are virtually inactive on their own.  I could see how, if I had more primer experience, I would be able to see more of what MDPR is doing.

After these experiments I am intrigued by how primers work and what they do.  The feeling of an essentially inactive drug rising from the depths of my mind, encouraged by a familiar psychedelic, then dropping back into the shadows is new to me.

Now we come to some of the most important questions: Is MDPR useful, and if so, why? Would I take it again? Is there any reason I would not take it, or why others shouldn't take it?

MDPR seems to be a fairly 'safe' drug, though I realize that 'safety' is very tough to define at the bleeding edge of amateur psychedelic chemistry.  Some drugs (mushrooms, 2C-B) seem to be at peace with my body and mind, while others (MDMA, MDA) feel like they are doing something bad, somewhere inside me.  MDPR feels better than MDMA or MDA.  It does not seem to have any lingering effects like post-MDMA depression.  Yet it has a stimulant nature that warrants attention.  Do I have any reason to worry that occasional use will hurt me? No.

MDPR seems to smooth out some of the physical bumps of LSD and 2C-B.  During these experiments my body never felt out of whack, stressed or disturbed.  I simply felt energized and perceptive of my body.  MDPR also seems to put me in a good mood, though as I said earlier it's not clear if it's the MDPR or just my recent better outlook on life that has made these experiments so satisfying.  I thought about some very personal topics during the most recent experiment, and I didn't get dragged down by them.

MDPR may be useful as a social lubricant for other psychedelics.  While MDMA produces real emotional disinhibition and pure mood-elevating stimulants like (meth)amphetamine speed up the body and mind, MDPR seems to bring almost no character of its own.  Instead, it seems to make a psychedelic experience more tangible and shareable with others.  It may reduce anxiety.

I am not sure if I would ever choose to take MDPR if I didn't have an academic interest in it.  In part I think this is because I don't yet know what it is really good for.  I do think that MDPR is useful for something, and that it needs more study.  I definitely want to take it again, simply because it is a thrill to explore the unknown.  There are a couple ideas I have for future experiments.  What if MDPR were taken a couple hours after a psychedelic, instead of before? This might make it easier to see the change that happens as the MDPR takes effect.  I'd also like to try MDPR with mushrooms, because mushrooms are one of the most antisocial psychedelics I have taken, and it would be interesting to challenge shrooms with the pro-social effects of MDPR.

It is very exciting to try a virtually unexplored drug, especially when the drug turns out to be worthwhile.  I hope that someday I'll have the chance to try a completely unexplored drug, following in Shulgin's footsteps.  Dr. Shulgin did an awful lot of great work, but when you are familiar with what he has done, you begin to understand how many paths he had to leave untrodden, for other researchers to uncover.  The study of inactive primers is an interesting side path to follow, and one that I think will lead to some enlightening discoveries.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 11880

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 19, 2002	Views: 58,433

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2C-B (52), LSD (2), MDPR (235) : Alone (16), Combinations (3), First Times (2), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

In highschool, I took LSD many times as a recreational drug until I ultimatly 'pierced the veil' on a few trips, with unpleasent mental results, and no longer take it.  However, I know many people take LSD as a 'fun drug' and not as a tool for introspection, and I'm writing this as a warning of what can happen in the wrong set and setting.

I hadn't intended to trip on the day in question, but did so impulsively when someone offered me cheap geltabs.  They were purple, and literally as thick as a guitar pick.  I was unsure of how much to take, but ended up consuming 2-3 at around 11:00AM, figuring classes would be over (at 1:50) before the hardest part of the trip kicked in, and that I'd just skip my classes and wander around the campus/town anyway.  I shortly thereafter remembered that I had a doctors appointment at 4:30, and that my mother was going to pick me up at 5:00 (it was my senior year, but I believe my license was suspended at the time due to traffic tickets).  Based on what I've read, I'd put the dose at around 350 ug, but I have no real way of knowing.

An hour or so later, I got the usual body-kick/giggly feeling, intensification of light, patterns, etc, but soon realized things were going to go bad.... I'd be walking through the halls hearing fragments of conversation, and my mind would weave them into conversations about me, my name being called etc, I remember at one point laughing and saying to no one, 'THAT, is paranoia......'.

I got out of school, and decided (foolishly) that since pot usually has the effect of making me calm, it would calm me down enough to go to the doctors.  I had $40 on me that I had been intending to spend on pot, I think my plan was to by a 1/2oz bag for 50, but had spent $10 on the acid, I'm not sure.  So I went to the local park with a kid I knew, he was a heavy user of pot, and he agreed to help me around (I knew I was tripping too hard to walk around streets by myself) if I could give him a ride home, which I wasn't sure I could do, but I didn't feel that bad lying to him because I was really freaked out.

There were 3 people in a car in the park with some really strong nuggets, they wanted $40/eigth, and it was hard to talk to them, I kept getting paranoid.  But I know I bought the bag and smoked a bowl with them and the person I was with, and really started to freak out..... I wandered around town (small town, just a crossroads, a strip of stores, etc) with him in a daze, at one point I really started to freak out and I said 'I'm having a bad trip' and he just kept saying, 'No, you're not', and that helped calm me down.  But we kept smoking pot until finally I was laying on the roof of a building, staring at the trees above me, and they broke up in 100 other things, nymphs, dryads, etc, in my mind..... but it wasn't the sense of 'being everything' (or alternately, just that 'everything is one') that psychedelic doses of LSD can bring, this was just everything being out of control, broken, and I couldn't make sense of it.....

I remember being across the street from my school, and saying something about needing to get down off the roof, and my friend said, 'don't you know where we are?' and I said 'yes, we're on the roof of the pizza place', and he said 'no, look around, man, we left there a long time ago', and I realized he was right, or at least that I believed him, my abilty to interpret visual perceptions was destroyed, I was totally lost in my head, paranoid, I didn't even really know I was on a drug, I just knew I was lost and had to be back at the school at 4:30, I HAD to be there or else BAD THINGS would happen, I HAD to see my mother, it was like being lost at the mall when I was 5 and really scared and I just HAD TO FIND MY MOTHER because she could make it all right, except I knew it wasn't like that at all, and it was all coming in so damn fast I could't process it at all.

We got in a van with a bunch of people and the remainder of the pot was passed around and smoked, I remmeber seeing road signs and not knowing what they really meant, but somewhere in the back of my head I knew I had to be back in front of my school at 4:30, and I got obsessed with this, and I kept asking 'what time is it? What time is it?' and finally they got pissed and set all the clocks in the van to like 7PM, and I freaked out, but then we got back to the school, and a few minutes later my mother pulls up, and I manage to say 'can we give (my friend) a ride home?' and she says, 'no, you're going to be late', so I think he was pissed, he walked away, I got in the car and it was all weird and broken, I don't really remember it all that clearly, and she thought I was stoned and was mildly irritated and said, 'were you guys smoking pot?' and it seemed TOTALLY logical to say 'no, I'm on acid', and she got really pissed.

At the doctors they ended up just having me sit in a dark room for an hour until I'd calmed down and was somewhat lucid again, and they decided I needed to be removed from classes for 2 months (got to do work at home, yay) because my judgement about taking drugs was bad, AND my parents made me pay for the doctor's appointment, since it was pretty much a waste of money.

The moral here is, anyone can have a bad trip anytime, and yeah, at least at my HS there were a fair number of people who took low-to-mid dose LSD in school, but that doesn't make it a good idea.  For some people this drug is a bad idea anytime, and I would very much recommend waiting until you're at least 20 or so to really screw around with it, because hopefully by then you'll be directed and independant enough to integrate the experience into your life.  I've had major problems integrating the psychedelic expirience with my life, I think I was bound to have problems with anxiety/disassociation, I don't blame these personality traits on drugs, but I think LSD made them more visual in their nature.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 6113

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 13, 2002	Views: 36,131

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