		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

		 oral
		 MDMA

		 smoked
		 5-MeO-DMT

Okay, i've done a total of about 22 (super hoffmans strength) acid tabs, over a period of a year and a half. the total number of times tripping was about 20 times, with sometimes me only taking halves or once just an eigth of a trip, with the most being 4 trips. (Well it was quite a bit more than 22 trips, but in hoffman strength i've worked it out to be 22. I'd estimate that a hoffman's trip is probabbly about 150mcg?)

Note: i've never had a bad trip, although i've had a few bad aspects to a trip. the closest to a bad trip was when me and my friends saw lots of little dots disappearing into the middle of the ground and then suddenly realised it was a giant ants nest, and there were ants crawling over my skin. i think in reality there were probabbly only about two, but i immediately thought there were hundreds and i thought they'd got inside my veins somehow - because i could see and feel them crawling inside my veins. that really freaked me out but after about a half an hour i calmed myself down.

I've also smoked quite a lot of cannabis, and have probably taken in total about 5/6grams of ketamine (over past year and a half?). I've done a 50mg dose of 2ct7 once, which didn't agree with me and was nothing like what people describe it as being like. I've also had about 60 or so ecstacy pills. And I've done 5-meo dmt 5 times, only once properly (well each time i got a mild high, but only once i got a ***fucking umbelievably fucked most visually amazing intense experience***).

In the past couple of months i've started getting flashbacks though. i think i first noticed flashbacks after about 3 or 4 times tripping, when i'd probabbly taken a total of about 2 hoffmans. i could slightly make the ground ripple/pulsate, like there was a little creature crawling beneath the carpet or something. i knew it wasn't real and it was quite fun to do.

probabbly on about the 6th or 7th time tripping we noticed that, while we were tripping (on a whole hoffmans trip), we could see an 'invisible layer' infront of what was physically there. because before we'd only had visuals on physical objects (trees / walls with repetitive wallpapering etc.), but now sitting in the forest (the one they've got in the beginning of the gladiator movie!!) i could see a big invisible (partially visible/see through) fish floating infront of the tree's.  also when looking up at the clouds i could see swirling around flying cloudy dots flying about in the sky etc.

at the time i don't think i could see any invisible stuff when i wasn't tripping though. i don't know when i realised it though, but i found out

that after taking pills the next day if i were to look at say a flat white wall, i would be able to see slight shadows and slight swirls of really slight different shades of white. the next day, after catching up

on sleep and eating etc. i would be back to normal though (i think?...).

i didn't really realise it as it was happening because everything was so

gradual, but i think i began to see 'invisible' stuff more frequently. like in uni lectures when i was looking at the whiteboard i would be able to see the slight shadows on the board when the lighting was quite dim. also in the one lecture theatre i would slightly imagine a light grey in colour, really fine spray of water coming down from each ceiling tile. but i could not think about it and it would stop. i didn't really think anything of it, probabbly because at the time i wasn't really getting much sleep and drinking and smoking a bit aswell as doing a pill or two every couple of weekends.

when i did dmt properly (about 3 months ago?) the day after when i was back home i kept on thinking my phone was ringing in my closed bedroom, while i was watching tv. the phone ring is quite quiet, and sometimes when i'm watching tv i think i hear it ringing anyway, although i probabbly heard it about 10 times this evening. it wasn't me completely making it up, it was more like me hearing sounds on tv and me misinterpreting them and then thinking my phone was ringing.

i did a half a trip (some girl in a club just gave it to me a while ago) of some unbelievably strong acid a couple of weeks later. i'd planned on doing it before we got to the club (tyssen st studios in london), and then a few sugarcubes in there. but i didn't need the cubes because i was so fucked (in a very good way!). the intensity was also probabbly due to me and my friend finishing half a gram of ketamine (or i'm thinking now maybe because of me doing the dmt two weeks b4??), and having a really strong white tulip pill in the club. acid's never allowed me to transform music to that extent before. i was hearing the sounds completely surrounding me, and the music (psytrance) that was being played was so completely mindblowing that whenever a song came on that i recognised i would be elevated to such an immensely high state of consciousness! all the music sounded *completely* different, my brain must have been working in serious overdrive to fine-tune each sound to be so heavenly spectacular - and all the sounds together just completely blew me into another dimension!!!

at one point in the club when i went into the corners of the room of the basement, i felt as if i was delving into the furthest corner of my mind. and i felt myself becoming really close to that extreme state that i was on 5-meo. it actually became too intense to and i had to go back to the middle of the dancefloor. upstairs it felt as if the laser was beaming directly into the retina of my eye, and i was in a dimension where everything was made up of octagons. mindblowing!!when i got back home i needed to listen to some chill out music, so i put on smashing pumpkings. the most amazing trance music i've ever heard! yes i know it's not trance, but my mind was completely warping and altering the music. and when i took a shower and moved my head beneath the water, unbelieavable!!

but since that trip i haven't been able to come completely back down to

baseline. i keep on seeing invisible patterns and shadows, like those described in http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/lsd/lsd_info3.shtml

like when i read i can sometimes (quite often) see positive afterimages of the text slightly above and to the left of the writing. i can still read fine, but it's just a bit off putting and i have to read slower.

if i want i can stare at a flat surface and imagine (invisible)

geometric patterns, or a girl (like in charlies angels) dancing. i know they're just shadows/invisible and not real, maybe all this time i've been training myself to have a really hyper-over imagination.

i can imagine stuff really realisticly with my eyes shut, like playing a computer game. and outside colours are a *lot* more vivid than they

normally were (i think?).

i also get positive afterimages of an object for a few seconds when i stare at something, and then look away at something else...

and i've noticed sometimes when i listen to music i can hear stuff which isn't actually there, like extra patterns made with sounds like my sony j5 mobile phone makes...

shit! most of the time it doesn't really bother me, when i'm out doing stuff i don't really notice it. it's only when i'm doing work or sitting down usually. but sometimes it frightens me because i think, 'what the fuck have i done to myself?'. i hope that it'll go away (so i can do more acid again!! or maybe i think i probabbly shouldn't.......). i'm worried that it won't though... :(

does anyone know if there has been any research into cases like this,

and what were the outcomes? i've stopped taking acid now (well for 2 months now). i've done pills twice, and i've noticed they haven't helped. also ketamine makes everything get quite a lot more fucked for a few days after, so i know i've got to stop taking those two. ketamine's not the same after taking that 5-meo dmt anyway. (or maybe it's not the same now because i stared at the 'silicon kaleidoscope screensaver' when i was on k once... another story.)

also smoking gear and drinking alcohol, and not getting enough sleep and being under stress make it worse aswell. shit!! so i think i need to have a big break from everything, which is going to be hard - especially because i can't really explain the story to all my friends...

is there anything else that could help me? does anyone know if i'll b fucked forever? well i shouldn't really say fucked because i can still

live a normal really great life, getting approx 65%+ overall at uni (first year) so far..

so just a warning to everyone who's as naive as i was, thinking you can't get flashbacks off acid. i don't think everyone get's flashbacks, or as the report i mentioned earlier states that there's a peak of being

prone to receiving flashbacks at 15 exposures, and then one at 40 exposures. i think it's probabbly a combination of the drugs as to why i get flashbacks, as in the report there's no mention of auditory flashbacks...

[Erowid Note: Hallucinogen Persisting Perceptual Disorder (HPPD) is more appropriately used to describe this sort of visual disturbances, rather than the term 'flashback'.  It should also be noted that while classic hallucinogens like LSD are more commonly thought of in association with this sort of perceptual change, it is also quite possible for frequent use of MDMA or other substances like 5-MeO-DMT to have this affect.  In this case, the author has used significantly more MDMA than LSD...so it seems likely that both have contributed to the lasting visual effects.]

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7819

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 2, 2001	Views: 48,720

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5-MeO-DMT (58), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

   For the New Years Eve of the millenium my fiance and I decided we wanted to ring in the year with a couple of hits of LSD.  A few days before Dec 31 we each took one double dosed sugar cube because we had no idea how strong they were, and we wanted to ensure that our celebration would be both spectacular and comprehensible.

   Coming up brought the usual menage of disquieting feelings, like everything around you was waking up for your trip to entertain you, to parade their secret lives before you.  My fiance was playing a video game at first, but as things became more intense he had to turn it off because the game was becomming too real and threatened to suck us into television.

   For the first couple of hours we wandered around our house, digging through storage to find old memories.  We eventually ended up at the kitchen table with the intention to smoke some pot, but that plan got pushed to the background as we set off on a most intense, life examining conversation about being truthful, to yourself and others, and if it was possible to live a completely honest existence and not be thrown in a crazy house or in jail.

  Soon our conversation began going in loops, which to me was a signal that some sort of critical mass was being reached, and we came to realize that neither of us had ever been with someone we could be completely honest with, until now.  That peak, and the quiet triumph that accompanied it, rode in slowly from the sea and flooded our minds.  The plateau carried us into the shower, to scrub and shed ourselves of all previous conversation until the only thing left was the final realization, and it was all so ridiculously simple.  We came into each others arms under the spray, our bodies doing what they were meant to do with absolutely no pretense.

   When we were done there was no drop off, we both felt exactly as we had when we first got into the shower.  Making love was a creature statement, we are here, we are alive, and this is what we are meant to do.  We went back into the kitchen to try and convince our bodies that soup was indeed needed.  When I usually shower near the end of my trip, comming out of it is always a booster for me, like I expect the water to wash the LSD away and then I am impressed at how much it still remains despite my cleansing efforts.

   He and I have since tried having sex on LSD once more (on the actual eve of New Years), and it was very different than the first, but just as intense and magickal.  I had tried it with someone else about 7 years ago, someone I was not completely honest with, and it was a disaster.  LSD strips your ego of any pretense, and bares you to the bone if you let it.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 7887

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 7, 2001	Views: 13,147

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Sex Discussion (14), Glowing Experiences (4)


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

		   T+ 2:00
		 8 oz
		 oral
		 DXM
		 (liquid)

I haven't read through all of these reports yet, so I don't know if anyone has had an experience quite like this.  Years back, when I was 18 years old,  myself and two of my friends decided to try Acid.  One friend had already done it before (Brian), but me and my other friend (Jason), had not.

So, one night we took the acid and then proceeded to go out for a night on the town.  After an hour or so, Brian started to trip, yet Jason and I had not felt a thing from it.  After about 2 hours we started to question Brian's claim to be tripping, as we were still not feeling a thing.  Brian started to get really loopy and started to freak out that we weren't feeling a thing.  For some reason, the acid did nothing for us.  We figured it must have something to do with it being our first time.  The first couple of times that I smoked pot, I also felt nothing (as many of my friends also experienced).  So, not to miss out on all the fun, Jason and I decided to  drink an 8oz bottle of Robotussin DM each (as we had done many times before).

We drank the cough syrup down in one long, agonizing gulp as per usual, threw our bottles out the window of the car and proceeded to go to my home because my parents were on vacation (and Brian was really not okay to be out in public anymore).  Shortly after arriving to my house, I started to feel very nauseated and hot, so I went up to my bedroom and lay down.  As I lay there, I became hotter and hotter, and felt that something was very, very wrong with me.  I actually had thoughts that I might die because I had done Robo a number of times before and I never got sick.  Feeling sicker and sicker, I then made my way into the bathroom and puked my guts out.  It was a very strange vomit, as there seemed to be very little, if any, fluid in the barf.  It was dry and chunky, and very gross.  I flushed the toilet, thoroughly brushed my teeth, and then as I looked in the mirror, realized that I was now feeling pretty good and rather high.

I decided to go downstairs and see how my friends were doing.  As I began walking down the stairs, I overheard my friend Jason repeating over and over, very frantically, 'No more RoboCid, No more RoboCid...'.  Brian asked where I had gone, and I began to tell him about my feeling sick, when  Jason interrupted 'Yeah, me too, and then you got really hot, ...and then you puked....'  Very surprised he knew all this, I just answered with a simple 'Yeah'.  Then Jason exclaimed, 'Me too! And, then you saw it, didn't you?'  I replied, 'Saw what?'  And then he hit us with it... 'The Demon!' Jason shouted.

I couldn't believe what he was telling me... he had lost his mind.  He then proceeded to explain that as he was puking a demon came from behind him and said 'Don't you ever fucking do this again'. The rest of the night was fun, but for an hour or so, I felt like I was on my way to a very painful, agonizing death.  Needless to say, after my experience, I didn't require a Demon to set me straight.  There was and will be 'No more RoboCid' for me.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 85

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 11, 2001	Views: 21,437

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DXM (22), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 2 capsls
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

Well, the trip started out beautifully.  I had taken the X a couple hours before I dropped the acid.  I was looking for a beautiful, heavenly experience.  A pure enlightnening peaceful exploration of my consciousness.  And it started out fine.  I found myself in the most beautiful trance, thinking about the future of mankind, seeing a visual map of man-made creations that are yet to come.  A map of the future.  I thought, this is what we are supposed to be'.  This is the future of mankind, beautiful colors, powerful machines, and sooo much love.  And then..

My friend A came over to me, looked me in the eyes and said 'Are you okay?'  I thought.. 'Am I okay?'  then my whole world shook.  'What if I'm not okay?'  I thought..  I could sense a strong strong netted vibe that suspended between the 4 of us.  I could feel the feelings of everyone in the room, and it became clear to me that each one of us was responsible for the experience of the other.

I saw something dark.  I thought, 'I can't be around these guys if I start having bad thoughts.. They must stay happy!'  So, I raced into the bathroom as the darkness began to take over my thoughts... I could no longer see what was in front of me, I was so engulfed in my thoughts.. The pure unadulterated fear that something bad is going to happen.

After 3 or 4 minutes of searching for the light switch, I came out, decided that in order to save the other 3 voyagers, I have to get out and get my head straight.  So I ran out the apartment.

This voyage became the scariest thing I've ever experienced.  My mind was functioning on 2 levels, pure fear, and a voice inside my head rationalizing and trying to figure out what was going on.  Suddenly anything and everything became ugly, scary, terrifying.  The gutter, the trashbags, the road workers, the oil on the street... it all disgusted me, and I had nowhere to turn. the earth's evilness was swallowing me whole.  I pissed my pants.

About this time, the other three emerge from the complex to see me darting around in fear, sock-footed, in the middle of the parking lot.  I see them, think that they're part of a cult and that I've got to get away from them.  They grab me, and a violent struggle commences.  My friends become demons dragging me into a horrible place I do not want to be.  The trip gets worse.  I begin to think that the more I struggle to be free, the better chance I have of getting in to heaven.  And then I give in for a few moments, get a glimpse of the terror of hell, and begin struggling for a positive eternity again.  They carry me into the apartment, and visions I conjured up at an early age begin appearing.  I cannot describe the fear.  They take me, and put me in the shower to hose me off (bad idea)... I see myself in the mirror, and it is covered in blood..  I see the toilet, I am disgusted to the point of puking..  I let out multiple grunts and horrible yelps.  I am being tortured in hell.

Then my first glimpse of eternity arrives.  I realize, I am here in Hell forever.  This will go on forever.  For one last instant, I give in, and submit to the demons... I see the devil, only... it looks like me.. and I can see the pure evil inside..  I let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the others in the room realize that I am experiencing something truly horrible.  Now I've got them.  I have conveyed my terror.  I am horseshit.. rejected by God.. He's so far away from me now..

I walk alone into the other room... the others try to stop me, but I let them know that I need to be alone.  I lie down.  I look at the wall.  'Oh my God.. I'm tripping.'

And the true sadness and realization starts.  One of my friends comes in and asks 'Are you okay?'  I look at him and say 'I've seen the devil.  I didn't want to... but I saw him..'  He comes, lays his head on my stomach, and I realize that everything is alright.  But it won't be over for a looong time.

I have this trip embedded in my mind, and it will take years for me to forget.  It has sent me into a horrible depression that I am currently fighting.  I suffer horrible mental problems because of my experience.  My mind is stuck on seeing the bad in life.  I think about the positive, and the complete opposite arises.  If anyone else has had an experience even remotely close to this, please submit it here, and describe how you have dealt with it.

I have quit all drugs... I cannot take them without them sending me off my rocker.  Why did this experience take place?  I often think I'm just a sick person.. but others tell me that it could have happened to anyone.  who knows.. I need a witness.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 108

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 19, 2001	Views: 32,714

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Post Trip Problems (8), Bad Trips (6)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

About 1 month ago I went to a party with some friends.  Some acid was floating around and because I had been looking for some for a long time I decided to stock up.  I purchased 15 hits.  I planned to take 4 or 5 and not fry very hard because I didn't particularly like the environment and the vibes I was getting.

I took 5 tabs of acid around 8:00 and wasn't feeling very strong affects.  Angrily me and the other people frying began to think we'd been sold bunk shit.  We all decided we should pop a few more down.....worst mistake of my life.  I was now on 8 tabs.  And about 30 minutes later the 5 I'd taken previously began to kick in.

Now I have taken alot of acid and this was by far the most intense trip ever.  So I was sitting at this party with my friends and the effects really start to hit.  The walls begin to wave around like the ocean, crashing onto the floor with thousands of color everywhere.  I began to wonder, 'can I handle this?  This is fucking intense.'  It began to appear as though everyone in the room's eyes had turned black and they were all laughing hysterically.  I found this quite curious.  Suddenly a deep fear came upon me, like a demonic or evil precense entered the room.  I sat quietly in my chair and closed my eyes because the things in front of me were far too intense.

About a half hour later the 3 other tabs I'd taken began to kick in.  At that point I began to think I had taken too much and I was going to die or go permanently insane.  I opened my eyes for a few moments every now and then and would see the walls caving in on me and evil faces forming inside the colorful designs.  I glanced at the clock and realized I'd been tripping for one hour.  I was in shock. I thought to myself, 'can I maintain control for another 7 hours?  FUCK NO I CANT!'

By this time all my friends taking acid with me had left.  I wasn't exactly sure where they had all gone.  But the only people left in the room were drunks.  My friend D was sitting next to me.  Suddenly I hear him begin to laugh.  I don't react quickly and I can hear the laughing increase to a loud hysterical roar.  I am wondering what the fuck is so funny and I look over at him.  (This was the most horrifying part of my trip.)  Next to me, what used to be D had transformed.  I look at D's face and it suddenly turned red (probably because he was laughing about something).   Then D turned to me, and he had horns on his head, a red face, and sharp teeth.  He smiles at me and quietly whispers 'welcome'.  Now I was not sure exactly what this meant.   But I had never felt so much terror in my life.

I quickly stood up and said, 'I need to go for a fucking walk, I am tired of all this demon shit.'  So I proceed out the door shaking because of the stress.  I found it very hard to walk but I managed to make it to the end of the street (two houses down).  As I arrived at the end of the street, it was as though I got lost.  I didn't know where I was, what I was doing, who I was, and what was wrong with me.  I began to spin in circles trying to figure out where the fuck I was, with no success.  I heard a voice in the back of my head whisper, 'don't worry, someone is coming to pick you up soon.'  So I figured ok.  So I waited patiently at the side of the road waving at the semi trucks as they drove by hoping they were my ride.  I began to think, I can't wait this long, I need to die, I need to die.  So I began the task of trying to consider the best way to die.

The rest of the night was hazy, but I remember spinning circles all night trying to decide my way of suicide, and waving at every car that drove by (which had to be in the hundreds), hoping that they were my ride.  It was like the acid was playing with me.  For 7 hours I stood on the side of the road, and every time I saw car lights my spirit would rise and I would think, 'finally!  My fucking ride!'  and as the car sped by, I could only fall deeper and deeper into sadness.  It was like a twisted trick.  The next day I began to think realistically, and I realized around 5 in the morning that no fucking ride was coming for my bitch ass.  So I walked to a gas station and called the police.  The police took me to the hospital, asked me where I'd gotten the drugs.  I simply told them I'd forgotten and wanted to be left alone.

As I went into the hospital I began to think, Oh my god.  I died, I am dead.  To make things worse, the lady checking me in asked me what my religious preference was, I replied screaming, 'CHRISTIAN, I AM A FUCKING CHRISTIAN!  DONT SEND ME TO HELL!!!'  I feel onto the floor crying as I begged her not to send me to hell.  She quickly called security and had me escorted to a bed.  They put me to sleep, I woke up the next day and got a ride home.

The moral of the story is....fuck acid, it will play with your mind.  I will never do acid again.  I believe it's the devil's drug or perhaps the devil's passage to gain control of your mind.  I wish that people would realize that they can get the same amount of joy and kicks by smoking pot and getting drunk.  Fuck, if you need to see colors, eat some fungi.  Don't mess with LSD.  I used to think Timothy Leary had a point to his message.  He was just a lost man, and now he is fucking dead.  Does anyone find it odd why bad trips on acid are so frequent?  And does anyone find it odd that all the hippies who used to fry serious balls all got jobs and gave up that shit, or are bums on the street cuz they can't think straight.  Acid is no good shit.  Don't even fuck with it.  It fucks with you...

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7350

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 22, 2001	Views: 36,299

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 30 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Paroxetine
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:59
		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:00
		 3 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

It started out to be a very fun day of smoking weed. Me and my friend W were riding quads and having a great time. We had 10 hits of acid that we planned on taking at night while camping, and I was looking forward to it so much. It was a cool day, it being March, so we planned on taking lots of firewood. At around 6pm we started to get prepared to go camping. We planned on going to a very remote pond only accesible by quad. We loaded up the trailor with chairs, a CD player, firewood, 2 flashlights, and some food and drinks. We left my house to begin our journey...

I had been on paxil for about 3 months for depression, and read that SSRI's like paxil will decrease the effects of acid. This is my reason for taking 5. I was experienced with high doses of acid even when I hadn't been on paxil. This night was about to get bad, real bad.

We took the hits at around 11pm. We weren't very high anymore because I wanted to wait till the acid kicked in to smoke. I started feeling the stimulating feeling only 20 minutes later, so we started smoking weed. It came on so strong. Everything in my vision was moving and comical thoughts started to dance through my head. The fire's light seemed to go on forever through the woods and reflecting off of the pond. W was also feeling good. He was laughing and acting hysterical.

We turned on some good techno music, I believe it was Bad Boy Bill. A few minutes later, probably 12am by then, I started to feel really out of it. Everything around me started looking alien and unfamiliar. We stopped smoking weed after the 3rd bowl, as it was clear that the pot was increasing the effects of the trip. When I closed my eyes I could see things that were going with the music. I saw a line of bamboo sticks jumping up and down with the music. It was getting really cold and I decided it would be best to drive the 2 miles back to my house. W agreed, as I could clearly see he was in distress, and looked confused. This is when the trip turned absolutely crazy.

We take off running to the quad cause we are getting scared. With us, we carry the CD player and the chairs. I had parked my quad about a quarter of a mile away, because there was only a walking trail to the pond. I reached in my pocket for the key. Not there. We started to panic. Evil vibes from all directions were hitting us full speed. This is around my peak. We panic. We head back to the camp in hysteria. My visuals were getting intense and everything had a red tint to it. The trees looked like they were grabbing for me.

Then W looses the flashlight. I am freaking out and W is trying to calm me down even though he is also scared. I just take off running, blindly through the woods. He screams my name to get me to come back. What I was thinking I don't know. I fell down hard about 20 feet away from W and pick up a rock. I start pouting (not like me). My friend was like aww, come on. I start hitting myself in the head with the rock. The pain was very intense. I was either severely frustrated or trying to knock myself out. I was in a different world. I remembered going camping but I didn't know why this person was here. I almost didn't know who W was, but he looked familiar. I looked at my watch and didn't understand what it meant. Then we just layed on the ground by the fire. I had lost my glasses somwhere in my self-struggle. I suddenly thought the whole woods were on fire. I jumped up and tried to pour my drink on the fire, but W stopped me. Good thing he wasn't as messed up as me. I began to think cops were going to find us, which was impossible. I asked my friend and he clarified everything. As I layed on the ground and put my head on the rock I began getting very euphoric and just thought, I am going to lay here comfortable and wait till I am sober to figure things out. I looked in the fire and saw the wires from my glasses glowing red. I am glad that was a hallucination. In the morning my brother rode his quad up to see how we were and I told him to get the spare key. He did and our asses were saved. I found my glasses and was very happy to get the hell outta there.

Conclusion: My experiences with SSRI's and acid is it makes a different kind of trip. It is more intense actually but lasts slightly less. With weed, SSRI;s definately increase the high.

Dont assume what you read is true, it may be true for some and not true for you. In a way I am glad I lost the key. I surely would have wrecked. Be careful, trippers, acid is not somthing to play with, it is somthing to respect.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 8357

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 26, 2001	Views: 36,388

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Pharms - Paroxetine (148), Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Nature / Outdoors (23), Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

 One hell of a first experience

I'm not sure how sensitive I am to LSD-25, but I must say that this is the most potent experience I've ever had in my life.  On New Year's Eve of 1999, some friends suggested we all go camping and drop.

I'll cut to the chase.  My perceptual processes were simply not ready for the rush of everything that happened, and I spent a long period of time adjusting to it all.  Part of it was the acid.  Another major part of it was being out in unfamiliar territory and not feeling so sure of myself to begin with.  Then, there were all the people yelling, the rangers, and the fireworks.  I'm talking massive overload here.  My mind's reaction was to shut down some of the sensory input by turning off different senses.  I spent a brief period of time being blind and another one being deaf.  These both shortly came back to me, however, once I was in a lower-stimulation environment.

That's when the really bizarre thing happened.  My mind was having a hard time serializing everything into one constant flow.  Effects were sometimes happening before causes.  I soon found myself pretty much trapped in my own mind, and found that my analytical thoughts were being used to process the high levels of sensory input.  My body was running on a sort of natural autopilot (I later found out that nobody thought anything was wrong with me), but I was well lost in my own head, having conversations with archetypes of my friends and watching possible futures unfold before me...different thought patterns would naturally fizzle out and such...eventually, I'd have a window where I could act again.

The process of action was very difficult for me.  If I wanted to go sit out by the fire, I had to emote it...I had to allow my 'me-ness' to drift toward the 'fire-ness.'  Reality seemed to exist in a state of freeze-frame, too, unless I kept my body moving.  Thus, in order to stay cognizant of things around me, I was constantly tapping my fingers against a surface to keep my mind in motion.

Eventually, this settled down.  My senses of taste and touch became exceedingly dull, and were for some reason instead rerouted into the tapping of my fingers against a surface.  When given an extremely sour candy that left others writing on the ground in pain, I sucked on it, noticed no flavor, and then found my right hand drumming erratically at the table for minutes later.

Sunrise came, and it was an incredible experience.  I put on one of my more serene CDs (This Mortal Coil's album titled 'Blood.'  I recommend it.) and stretched out to watch the forest dance lightly to the music and the sunrise.  I then went down by the river's edge and sculpted it in my mind.  I have never in my life seen such incredible beauty.  Sadly, since my emotions had been tied up elsewhere in my mind, and so I found myself indifferent to it.  Never before have I experienced such beauty, and been so unmoved by it.

My body held onto the LSD pretty tightly, and so I was still feeling the effects hours after everyone else had gone to bed.  Sitting there, alone, in a dark apartment, with nobody to talk to, and hearing the neighbors argue, seemed to dredge up some old childhood fears.  I curled up in a chair, squeezed my old lovvee closely, and wept for a while.  It was hours before someone got up, but when they did, it was nice to have interaction again.

Finally, it had been about 22 hours since I dosed, and I still hadn't come down.  I was developing a headache, and was getting tired of having no sense of taste or a hand compulsively interpreting different sensations.  One of my friends made a run to the store, and I had her bring me back some Dramamine.  I've used a prescription version of it (though they're pretty much identical) to treat sleep terrors in myself in the past, and have also used it to help a lover fall asleep when she had a severe migraine.  One Dramamine tablet, and fell asleep a half hour later, and never slept better.

In all, I couldn't sum the experience up as positive or negative.  It was interesting, and I'll definitely be trying it again, although it might be a long time.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 117

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 30, 2001	Views: 11,522

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LSD (2) : Various (28), First Times (2), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:59
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:59
		 70 mg
		 IM
		 Ketamine
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:10

		 insufflated
		 Methamphetamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

I have read many articles and other literature on and by Timothy Leary, Albert Hofman, William Burrougs and Hunter S. Thompson.  I have also researched the realms of mythology and the use of dissociatives in discovering ones self and mind.  I have never really understood human behaviors; in fact it strikes me as rather odd and ritualistic.  From the beginning I have doubted that we have found the full extent of our minds.  Since then I have desperatly trying to find some 'gate way' so to speak which would allow me to discover these regions of the mind.  Thus I found dissociative aenesthesitcs.

I have used PCP many times in the past with varying resluts.  I have snorted Ket a few times as well.  I have shot PCP many times but never shot Ket.  I decided that the time has come.

Now, I am a strong lover of LSD and almost always have some laying around for self discovery.  I also love meth becuase it stops me from passing out from lack of sleep.  That's all you need is a trip cut short becuase your tired.

I was in a happy mind set and in a familar setting... so everything was good to go... (this is very impporatant I have found).

So I popped two dots, smoked a joint and then prepared my shot, picked a vien, and hopped on the train.

Almost immediately I felt the familiar sensations of dissociative anesthesia.  I just laid there for what seemed an hour, but was closer to 10 minutes and thought I was swimming in space.  There were lovely stars and an eveloping feeling of euphoric hope.

I could describe those first minutes as lustrious.  Then I snorted a cap of meth and went outside.  I found a beutiful spot in a near by forest and laid back down.

As I prepeared my resting place for the evenin I could feel the acid creaping up my spine.  Beutiful colours and a warm cozzy feeling enveloped me.  The next four hours were spent in another dimension.

So there I was sitting alone in perhaps the worst place on earth, if I was still on earth, wondering what had happened.  I had the vague impression that I was looking for something that I havn't found.  I looked around the room and saw nothing but darkness.  I started walking hoping to find something... anything.  I looked down and saw my feet, but no floor.  'Must keep lookin'

All of a sudden an angelic vision which appeared to be George Orwell, (one of my favourite literists)... We talked for a while and he told me that once I found what I was looking for all the answers would become clear as to our existence.  In finding it I would find the answer.  But what is it....

He disappeared in a phospherent flash of emmotions... blinding actually...  Looking around I now see myelf in a populated bar of unknown origin.  I looked around at the felow patrons and saw that they were not exactly human.  They looked as if they might be some sadistic boched version of humans but didn't quite turn out right.  I couldn't place what was wrong with them... I just knew they were wrong... Some had a blue tinge to their skin... some were gore red.. some were techincolour... my skin started to mold into a deep shade of bluish green... very dark and mysterious... I kinda saw this (afterwords of course) as the trait of herd conformity.. and pet peave of mine but something we are all guilty of in some fashion..

Sitting off in a corner occupied only by a piano and herself; she doesn't notice me right away.. but eventually i catch her eye... she looks astonished to see me and quickly looks away... I walk over her and she says her name is Anne... 'Havn't I met you before?' I ask.. her reply comes in whispered tones close to resembling a claiscal orchestra... yet to me they made perfect sense... (you see I'm lover of clasical music, and all music in general actually) She told me that I have never met her before yet she knows everything about me.  I tell her about the war in her eyes and somehow it all became clear.  we spent the next few hours talking in subtle remarks on what happens next...

I can't exactly remember the converstation but I knew then that I found it... she held out to me a gold box and insisted I take it... I reached out and grasped it; and i was struck with a force greater then anything i've ever felt... another explosion of colours and sensations sent me soaring through time and space... faster and faster still... no one is at the wheel...

The ride ends in a small meadow.. something you could only read about.. it's beauty not really existant in this reality.... still holding the box I open it... and it all disappears...  back to the ever ending darkness... I call out for anne... then anyone... silence is the only answer...

I remain in this place for a while... and then slowly the grass and trees fade back in... there I was laying in the grove in the forest.  I was still extremely stoned.  But I felt extremetly relieved... as if I did find the answer... I just couldn't remember what it was... but I knew I found it...

I havn't yet duplicated this response or ever found anne again... but I know she's in here (my mind) somewhere... Hopefully next time I visit her I will have more recolection of our conversation...

Still to this day I feel that I did indeed find the answer that I was looking for... I feel that perhaps my consiouc will not allow me to know it.. because then I would stop looking... but... I don't know exactly...

I know that i will continue to use dissociative and psychedelics to paruse my inner self many times again in the future.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 6766

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 31, 2001	Views: 24,195

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Ketamine (31), LSD (2), Methamphetamine (37) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

This is the story of how events can turn your trip into the most nasty thing that will ever happen to you. Words can never really describe what has happened to your soul after such an event, in fact it is always hard to remember exactly how you felt as your world melts away.

In England there's this festival called Glastonbury. In 1997, it was a mud bath as it was raining continuously. With this backdrop, a group of us met an LSD dealer. We all bought one each, most only took half but I was having trouble splitting it so I just thought 'sod it' and did it all. For the first three or four hours it was great, I won't go into it as everyone who has done it knows how great it can be. After a while though, I got very heavy-legged and really wanted to sit down and I also got a bit of a panic attack. I had heard that drinking alcohol was a good way to get rid of any LSD fright. The only thing available was beer, so I got a round in but most people didn't drink their beer so I had it all. Several pints. My fear was slightly subdued. We went back to this girl's tent to sit down but pretty soon I was needing a piss. So off I went to piss, but it got pretty scary on my own with the sounds becoming all strange and my vision was filled with creatures of horror and the floor was a swirling mass of mud with flashing lights reflected on it. I held it together pretty well as I had done it all before. But my head fell apart when I realised I was unable to find the tent my friends were in. The panic hit me as my legs were getting more and more heavy, I really wanted to sit down but the mud prevented me from doing so. The visuals got more intense and they got even more horrific. I kept seeing people bleeding everywhere and there was a terrible savage laughter coming from every direction. At this point I just wanted out, but as soon as you think that you've totally lost it.

I had a vague idea of where my tent was, as it was near a major path, so I decided that I had to get there, that felt like safety if only I could find it. I walked through the mud and it seemed to pull me down with every step, the floor seemed to be alive. There were flashing lights everywhere, flying around my head, and the laughing had become demonic. If someone had told me the devil laughs like that I would believe them, it was that scary, that evil. I was walking up a hill and my thoughts became more crazed as I got more scared. I got to the top and a terrible stench of sh*t hit me. The rancid fumes filled my nostrils but I continued on into the field and there weren't any tents in this part of the field and it suddenly hit me that this was the field were they dumped all the sh*t from the toilets (it wasn't of course). A wave of paranoia hit me, my fear of things I was seeing was gone but I suddenly felt that every single person in the festival had made me think these terrible thoughts and scared me enough to trick me into walking into the field of sh*t. I suddenly realised that everyone was evil in ways that I could never have imagined. I continued to panic but I now wanted to show everyone that I didn't care what they had done to me.

I walked and walked, constantly surpressing the urge to start screaming, and I finally found my tent. A wave of great feelings filled me and I suddenly realised how gone I had got. All the fear left me and I started to enjoy the trip for a few seconds. I even managed to laugh at my stupid thoughts from seconds before. As I got into the tent though, a most powerful smell of sh*t hit me. All the panic, all the fears filled me again. I was covered in sh*t, my clothes were covered in this rancid brown sh*t. The view that everyone was conspiring against me returned. These people were driving me mad. I stripped off and started sniffing my clothes, throwing each article out of the tent once I could not find any sh*t stains. I realised I was talking to myself, saying 'this is the worse day of my life' again and again. My friend's younger brother was in the tent and he woke up and acted very strangely (I think that he had never seen a person act so scared and so crazy), and it just confirmed that he too was in on this ruse to drive me nuts.

I tried to sleep but I felt the tent was grabbing at me and strange voices were calling to me and the visions in my own head must have been sent from satan himself (well, that's how I felt as the time). I kept talking to myself. I really was mad at this point and I swore to myself that if I survived I would never do this gain. I think I was crying, it really felt like my brain and body was being savaged from within me and that I was going to die or worse. Words can never really describe what I felt, only a person who has had a terrible trip will know what I mean. It was a situation where I knew what true evil was, I could feel it all around me clawing at my soul, and everyone was involved, and I mean everyone in the world. If hell is like that, it is worse than I could have imagined before that bad trip. The story ends well though.

Slowly I calmed down, and even managed to control my feeble mind enough to get dressed and go to the toilets. When daylight finally arrived, things felt good. I saw that the reason the tent smelt was because I had kicked a stray cow pat on the way into the tent, there was only sh*t on one of my shoes. I really wasn't covered in sh*t and the sun was rising for the first time that weekend. I felt reborn. I went for a walk and saw the field I had been in, it had been NEXT to the place where they put the sh*t but the field itself was fine.

I swore that I would change from that point, and I did, but it still took me a long time to get over my night in hell. I would say to anyone taking LSD not to. You may have one great trip, you may have 100, but when the bad one gets you it will drive you to the point where your mind is no longer your own, and there's many people who have been mentally lost in this world.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 8205

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 7, 2001	Views: 11,980

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


		 DOSE:

		 9 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

This is an account of what was the worst trip of my life. I went to a rave with a friend. On the line to get in, we were chatting with this kid from Ohio who had geltabs for sale. I indicated that I wanted to purchase, but should wait until we get inside. After we got in, I found my new friend and paid him for two black gels. This kid wasn't very slick, he sat down in a corner and took out a rather large sheet of geltabs. Having never taken geltabs before, but having used paper 9-10 times, I thought that I could handle two. All of a sudden, a cop started walking straight in our direction.  The dealer, who was tripping freakin' nuts, rips a good amount of that sheet and shoves it in my hands. I immediately threw it into my mouth and swallowed it.

After about 20 minutes, it started coming in heavy. REAL heavy. I went to the chill area to eat a pretzel and drink an iced tea. I couldn't swallow the pretzel and would spit it out into my hand. I was then talking to this guy from NYC named Vic, who asked me how much acid I took. I said that I probably took about 9 or 10 doses at once, and that I was freaking out hard.

After that, I went to the stands and had a seat, eating a giant pixy stick and smoking a cigarette, because I was tripping far too hard to be dancing or anything. I then blacked out.

The next few hours are a muddle...I don't remember much other than screaming 'Kill me' to the nurses, taking a leak, or knocking over some no doubt expensive piece of machinery.

It turns out they had to sedate me.

I awoke the next day still tripping. This time is still a muddle...I don't remember much because it was so fucking wierd and beyond my comprehension. I don't know whether I was dreaming or conscious. I stared at my hands for what seemed like hours, and the doctors and nurses made fun of me.

Next memory was me awakening in a different room a completely changed person. I could tell.  My mom had to drive an hour and a half in late June to come pick me up from the hospital. I have never seen her so angry in my entire life.

The Tuesday after, I had appendicitis and went to the hospital, where I stayed until Friday.

The flashbacks never stopped until about two months after that bad experience. Everything triggered them, from just staring at my hands in a certain way to hearing certain phrases.

I will never take acid again, and I am glad for this. I was (and still am, after five months of psychotherapy and antidepressant medication), at least a little, cut off from reality.

The moral of this story is to ALWAYS look at what you buy before shoving it in your mouth.

peace.....

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 162

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 9, 2001	Views: 30,079

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LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Post Trip Problems (8)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 oral
		 Kava
		 (extract)

		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

My girlfriend and I had some time off, and we decided to trip for three days.  We licked blotter, and began hitting the bong with good Mexican hash right away, and drinking burgundy wine.  About 2 1/2 hours or so into the acid high, we each swallowed a small bottle (an ounce) of liquid kava kava, and then took two green Ecstasy tablets (about 160 mg we think).  Through out the day, we continued to smoke hash on and off, and we each drank 1/2 liters of wine or so.

We did this for three days straight.  We started at about noon.  For all three days...we had pretty intense sex on and off -- esp. when the rolling began.

This was the best drug experience we had.  I am 190lbs and 6'0', and my girlfriend is 5'4' and about 105lbs.

On the last day, I had dropped another dose of acid at 6:00 PM and two more x pills.  My girlfriend took another half hit of acid at 6:00 PM and two more x pills.  We shared another bottle of liquid kava kava on the last night at about 7:00 PM.

We noticed no room spinning -- or any of the negative features of alcohol.  We both felt very warm, tingling and numb.  I felt extremely numb in my lips.  We both felt very light-headed, and 'detached.'  The feelings were very powerful, relaxing and peaceful.

We felt the rolling about a 1/2 hour after we took the x.  It had to be about 4 times as strong...but we did not notice any negative heart racing...  We are not sure why.

There were no real visual hallucinations other than everything feeling 'fuzzy' and we felt a kind of mystical one-ness.  We arranged to be alone in a very peaceful setting -- with relaxing music throughout the day.  We slept a very strong 7-9 hours each day...and on the final day -- we both had intense dreams.

It seems that the hash and kava kava might have reduced the jitters that we normally feel after rolling.  The next day there was little 'hangover' but we both felt a little 'numb,' and agreed that this experience was also very positive, but that it would be hard to do any kind of serious work, as we just wanted to sit back and relax.  I think any kind of concentration would have been difficult.

During the experiences, we ate light...fruit, salads, breads...but never really had an empty stomach -- and ate three meals each day.

This morning -- on the fourth day -- we were fine.  Feeling extremely relaxed, lazy, and slightly numb.

We think kava kava alone -- or in combination with hash -- took the edge off any hangover.

The sex was incredible.  It effected my girlfriend greatly -- it had a profound dsinhibiting effect --- to the point where she now claims she claims to want to have the type of sex she was once afraid to try -- anal and light bondage -- which we got into the last few days.  This activity was new for me.  It is hard to describe, but it seems to 'change' your personality a little, and make you more receptive.

We both want to mix these drugs again --- the experience was so wonderful.  Usually, we roll about once a month, and normally are very light social drinkers.

I am almost afraid to write these words...cause I feel if anyone tries doing what we did --- they would be hooked --- it felt so so good.

One more thing --- it seemed like we needed to drink a lot of water...and had felt a bit dehydrated.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3001

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 15, 2001	Views: 27,163

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Alcohol (61), Cannabis (1), Kava (30), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Multi-Day Experience (13), Sex Discussion (14), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 350 ug

		 LSD

		 2 lines
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

At an outdoor party last summer, i was offered some ketamine which i accepted. I was already high on about 300-400 mcg. of lsd and this i am sure had an effect on the outcome of the experience. My friend and i snorted two large lines of uncut ketamine powder...and the following experience was of galactic importance, at least for me.

After about five to ten minutes i was almost immediately in a world where i was part of a whole...my thoughts were but a small piece of the great  collective thought...every thought i willed was part of a larger domino effect of others' thoughts...hard to explain...things became weirder.  i was a disembodied point of consciousness caught up in a cosmic puzzle...i was at the point where life is created from nothing(?)...warbling its way into existence...we (me and everyone i sensed around me) were all part of some big happening...almost willing the world into existence...after swirling and morphing movements and thoughts, which would be felt and relayed by the greater whole into a final end...it was almost as if i could only do my very small part and just rely on the others to do their's...which i would feel as being jolted around in the large ball of consciousness i was caught up in...a very heavy very real experience.  About half an hour(?) into the trip, the whole project had moved to the point that the whole thing we were trying to accomplish rested on my shoulders...it could succeed or fail depending on my actions in the next few seconds...it was all about getting through a hole which you just couldn't quite make it through...it was amazing how at the moment we succeeded...i was thrust back into the physical world in the middle of the woods just as the sun peeked its head over the morning horizon...amazing...we had done it....and i was...i was I WAS JEREMY...wow, what a concept, i was a person, how totally fucking mindblowing...i had no idea of this...but here i was.  I found my tripping partner who was in a similar state of dazzlement...and this is where the real fun happened...the experience was of the world feeling me, instead of me feeling the world...everything...the air, everything was pure evergy which i could morph and be morphed by using my whole body...as we moved closer together our consciousnesses sort of got caught up in one another's...i was part of her and she was part of me...we couldn't easily break the bond...it was very hard indeed...we were literally part of each other...no matter how we worked together to get free...every effort failed. We would almost have it, just to realise...we were still trapped...oh how i longed to be my own person again...eventually the energy which had been feeling me all over my body made a rush from my toes and fingertips all the way to my head, leaving me to feel the world as one normally does...this also set us free...a very relieving event...i could walk and run and think of my own free will.

This was a pretty heavy trip considering the amount and method of ingestion...but i'm sure the energy of the party, the people, and the forest all related to this being a totally life-confirming experience.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 230

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 19, 2001	Views: 11,864

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Ketamine (31), LSD (2) : Large Group (10+) (19), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I have tripped about 9 times total in my life, and have also combined LSD with ecstasy, marijuana, and amphetamines at various times. I have found that LSD can be a misleading and deceptive drug to some extent, and I believe that accurate reports relating to the clinical effects of LSD should be read by the possible user before dosing.

My first trip took place over a whole day. Me and 3 other close friends, two of which had taken LSD before, dropped our acid at about 9:00 in the morning and set off for a trip to the beach. I could not feel the acid kick in until about one and a half hours after we had dropped it. I went swimming while waiting for the acid to hit, and it was a fairly exhilarating experience. In retrospect, it was also incredibly dangerous.

That first trip left little side effects (so it appeared) and I did not feel changed or altered to a noticeable level.

After taking progressively larger doses of LSD (up to 2 T's) brain alteration became significant.

At a rave (dance party) I dropped 2 tabs of the strongest acid I have ever touched, and this completely changed my life. The LSD was obviously in control of both my body &amp; my mind, and this was quite a disconcerting experience. I can remember talking to people I did not know, and being looked at with mystified looks because they could not understand my unraveled chain of thought. The loud techno seemed to work its way into my head, and took control of my soul.

I started dancing after the second tab of acid hit me, and I was actually quite scared by the realization that a man-made chemical could be so in control of my entire existence. I can still remember the rush as I melted and merged with the music, as I danced harder and harder in an attempt to work off the endless reserves of energy I seemed to possess. While I was dancing, a girl I did not know walked up to me and calmly stated, 'I believe you have lost this', and handed me a small piece of paper. On this piece of paper was printed, in capital letters 'THE PLOT'. This freaked me out so badly that I could feel my brain and inner consciousness balancing on the brink of insanity.

The next day the post acid depression was so acute it was close to an acutely tiring head pain, and I was physically sick from my experience. I did not take acid for close to twelve months after this trip, and have only tripped once since then. I am not going to take LSD any more simply because my body can no longer handle it without suffering horrible after effects.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 324

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 20, 2001	Views: 13,918

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LSD (2) : Depression (15), Difficult Experiences (5), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

What have we ever truly expected in the few moments before ingesting LSD??  We might prepare physical settings that surround us with colorful posters, a scenic journey through forestland, or mellow tunes &amp; rhythm.  My experience began with no mental or physical preparation whatsoever.

Towards the end of my junior year in high school the weather started to ease from winters embrace.  Snow melted everywhere and an unusually humid breeze whistled through tall pines.  Life slowly began to breathe and flow in my small mountain town once again.  This beautiful day gave my friend and I the itch to go hiking up in the hills.  We stopped at a friend's house along the way to see if they wanted to come.  The three of them agreed and we all decided to go to an abandoned mine and explore.  One of them offered my friend and I some acid.  I had not expected to trip that day but I was handed two hits of white blotter.  I had tripped many times previously so I threw the paper into my mouth.  I thought with only two hits I would know what to expect. I was eager to go hiking.

It took us only 20 minutes to reach the mine by an uphill trail. White mica laden quartz rocks lay everywhere, reflecting sunlight in every direction around us.  An entrance located near the peak of the mountain seemed just what we had hoped for.  The mineshaft stood nearly 20 feet high and went about 120 feet into the mountain.

30 minutes went by and I felt nothing yet.  Our party ventured inside and the cool air revived our bodies.  We walked all the way to the end of the tunnel.  Water dripped everywhere, bouncing off rocks above and splattering our faces.  I looked at my watch and it had been 45 minutes.  I remembered again taking acid and a strange feeling overcame me.  'How could I forget about eating acid?' I thought to myself.  I urged my friend to follow me back outside because the trip began to rise.  I reached the mouth of the tunnel and I was astonished at what I felt and saw at that moment.

I realized that in less than in one hour after ingestion I was seeing more visuals and movement than in peaks of past trips.  I could see for miles across the tops of other hills.  The pine trees liquefied on the distant hills.  The scheme swirled and bounced into a massive blanket of green.  Clouds peeled and bounced to the same rhythm as the flow of green before me.  The air thickened into an almost gel-like substance.  It felt hard to breathe and walk through the thickness.  My skin was wet and sticky.  I reached down to pick up a piece of quartz rock. I realized my robotic movements and how simplified my thought process had become.  I stood up and saw everything was moving in one rhythm trapped inside congruent fractal geometric patterns.  I threw the rock and its white tracer lingered long after the rock had landed.  My friends and I decided to throw some rocks off the cliff ledge for a while.  The tracers were splendid in length and brightness.  Once again I looked at my watch and decided that I was tripping my hardest ever, only minutes after the first hour.  I then became frightened and began to ponder, 'how long and intense is my trip going to be?'

We collected and ventured into the main processing building for rocks and stone.  As a massive building it stood 6 stories high with a solid wooden frame structure.  Walking inside I noticed dust and rocks swirling into the same fractal geometrics as the trees.  The grains on the lumber flowed like wet paint applied by an invisible brush or roller.  The lines inside of the wood shone in a brilliant iridescent green and blue.  I was continuing to get surges of psychedelic energy that told me I was still on the rise of my trip.  After walking around some more we went back to the vehicles.  My trip had only started and I knew that it was going to be a very long night.

The ride back to my friend’s house only took 10 minutes and it was almost erotic.  The vehicle floated around every corner and the blackness of the asphalt never stopped expanding.  Anxiety from this set in to me and it infested my tonal as I became a lost cause.  There was no turning back now.  I began to forget what it was like to be normal.  I felt like I had been tripping my entire life and I knew no different.  I knew that I must have been climaxing at that point.  I had no grounds on what to compare my state to, reality seemed a dream I wanted to return to.

My friend, (who was on the same dosage, but not tripping as hard as me), took me to a hill with a rocky outlook.  From that vantage point I saw mist and low clouds begin to sweep across the tree tops.  It looked like rain was to come.  We sat and I told my friend that the trip was too intense and I wanted to live no longer.  I looked up and saw unusually low fog blowing from left to right across the tree line.  The fog took the tops of trees right off and scattered them in the air I imagined it looked like a dandy lion would when blown upon, sending airborne chutes aloft.

My tonal weakened and I walked back down to the house, grabbed a guitar and plucked my death song.  A patch in the grass looked comfortable to die in.  I played the slow three note song like it was my own funeral.  Another good friend of mine showed up and I embraced him with a hug.  He was shocked at such a move until he saw my eyes and facial expression.  I was mournful for myself.  I thought it would be the last time we would ever meet.

My grass patch called me.  I wanted to lay down and end it all.  I could not talk any more and I was expressing sadness, anxiety, fear and dumbfoundedness all at once.  Several hours of this plateau and it diminished into a state of drunkenness from keg beer.  I found myself again surrounded by friends, a beer in my hand and walking about some sort of party.  It amazed me how I eased back into reality when I thought it just a dream to only be visited.  These feelings stayed inside of me for many months afterwards.  I was certain that I had died.

Timothy Leary once wrote that a trip is a dying experience of certain things such as emotion, or a person’s ego.  For me it was my life.  I have never stopped using acid for it can be a learning experience, bad or good.

I seethe upon peeling clouds, bouncing trees and lines of saturation.  I am crispened into intricate frames of fractal geometric patterns.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 3443

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 20, 2001	Views: 10,427

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

My name is Kayla, I'm 17 years old and now sober.  I had this experience on acid; it was fucking insane. I HATE acid.  I know a lot of people that would disagree with me but this is my opinion: Acid is a very dangerous drug and you really do have to be prepared for a trip.  Anything and everything will affect it, even shit from when you were 6 years old.  I've had a really messed up life so the first time I tripped was crazy. Here's my story.....

One day I was just kickin it with my friends and they invited me to a rave.  It was my first rave so I felt a little awkward there but then I saw a few friends and felt a little more comfortable. It was about 11:30pm when my friend found some acid and we decided we both wanted to trip.  We each bought 5 hits of blotter acid and took them all at once.  At about 12:15, I started feeling weird, not hallucinating, but I just wasn't comfortable and I started noticing things change, like my fingers were discolored and it looked disgusting.  My arms and wrists looked like they were bleeding everywhere and I turned to a friend and asked them if I was bleeding everywhere and they all just sat and laughed at me and told me I was, and that scared the hell out of me.  That's when I realized how fucked up I was. I started to peak an hour later, and when someone talked to me, I couldn't understand them, it sounded like they were rats and they were just squealing so I'd run away...and the bass at the party was making me think like a psycho, like how much I just wanted to kill someone or what if I die....weird thoughts kept going through my head. I didn't know what to do with myself, I started puking, I couldn't understand anyone, my arms and legs felt like they were about to fall off, I thought I was bleeding everywhere, and the worst part is, none of my friends cared.  They just laughed at me like I was their entertainment and pretending all of this.

That's all I remember from there on. I don't remember shit.  All I know is I woke up at my friend's and I was completely out of it for 3 days. I was practically delusional. I wouldn't respond if anyone said my name and I couldn't walk.  Some of the other odd things people said I did:  I tried to run through a brick wall in front of the paramedics, and I was sweating and crying for about 2 hours.  As for my friend, she was hospitalized and put into rehab for months.  The doctors said her heartbeat was going up and down so rapidly she could have died any second....I guess I was just lucky, I took the exact same acid, off the same sheet, the same amount, and we weigh exactly the same.

That's my story....you might laugh, but believe me, if that was you, it wouldn't be so funny......anyway, if you're gonna do acid, do it in a safe place you're familiar with and with people that care and have done it before.  If it's your first time, know what to expect and don't take more than two hits your first time!!

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 314

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 6, 2001	Views: 26,455

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Post Trip Problems (8), Second Hand Report (42), First Times (2), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

My most memorable 'trip' is one that now occupies my every thought and action.  It has entirely changed my perceptions of existence, evolution, spirituality, conciousness.  It was an experience at home, there were three of us.  I took only one hit.  We set the atmosphere by lighting with blacklights and candles, and we listened to goa music (some call it psychedelic trance).

I felt the acid creeping on, the giddyness, the happiness, the visuals, dancing and moving with the fluidity that acid provides.  As I was dancing in a room by myself, I was struck with a feeling that could only be described as divine.  I began to sense that inside me there were two selves.  Perhaps it is incorrect to separate the two, but in order to illustrate my point here, I will do so.

We have a face to the world, we have our personalities, our likes and our dislikes, our ambitions, and our fears.  We have our insecurities as well.  But this divine self in us knows not of insecurity.  It is a feeling almost equal to pride, only it is not egotistical, it is not arrogant, it's not a feeling of 'Look...I'm better than you'...it's a feeling of 'LOOK...I'm equal to you...and aren't we fabulous!!'...it is divine. :)  Each of us is divine, but our perceptions of ourselves become muddled in this world by fear, and prejudice, and society...blame it on whatever, we lose that connection to our spiritual/subconscious selves.

Once I had discovered this, I had new clarity, new purpose, new focus and understanding.  I realized that this being is my consciousness.  From there, I lay down, closing my eyes.  Exotic patterns circled through my mind, changing in color and shape with the music.  At first it was two dimensional, and then it became three dimensional, and I seemed to travel into the patterns, until I was inside the very 'fibres' of that pattern, and then it was a molecule, and then I was inside the atom, and then inside the sub-atomic particle....until I realized that I was no longer aware of my physical body.  I was like a mind, floating in space...hehe...rather, I was like eyes...exploring.

I could look out into the vastness and see only energy, see all worldly things, as the same energy.  It was in this vast nothingness (allness), where I realized that my conciousness could travel wherever it pleased.  That one could still be self-aware, without being physical.  That the physical world is only ONE state of being.  I realized that when the physical body dies, if we are in control of our own consciousness, we can still be aware, and exist in another state.  Therefore, there is no such thing as death.

I saw life as energy, all things are just energy in a different form.  What makes a human different from another form is that we have a consciousness, and we are self-aware.  I realized many things.  I believe that we choose our parents.  I believe that our spirits are constantly evolving.  All these things I don't just believe...but I know.  What is true for me, is not necessarily true to another.  There is a huge difference between believing, feeling, and knowing.  Before, I believed and felt the concepts of reincarnation, of different states of consciousness, of energies.  Now, at last, I have seen.

I floated back to the physical world, back to 'reality', only to go to bed shortly after.  I fell into lucid dreaming for the first time, which was fascinating.  I woke up feeling rested, yet knowing full well I had been self-aware the whole time, I had been 'awake' and exploring.  The lucid dreaming continued for two days afterwards.

There isn't much that can make me unhappy these days, as I am more in control of my own reality.  I look forward to my next 'trip', I look forward to expanding my understanding.  Such experiences must not only be recognized, but taken and applied to life.  I can only continue to evolve.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 320

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 7, 2001	Views: 12,170

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

The experience was proabably one of the terrible trips of my life. I took acid thinking it would just be like weed, where I would be tripping and laughing, little did I realize that acid can take you into a different world where your not in touch with reality, nor your body and soul. Shortly after I consumed acid I was seeing the world in a new view, like another dimension. Though objects did look cool, I was in miserable hell, I felt like a lost, extrememly lonely girl who has fallen into a deep dark hole and no one was there to help me.

Also while I was on acid I had a reality check, I hated all my friends and I felt like everyone was out there to get me, all my thoughts were negative and I wanted to  inflict my pain upon everyone. I was in complete paranoia and my false worries turned into reality, I was in ultimate hell and i could'nt get out. Though I did regret the experience I wish I would have done it around someone I really loved and trusted, becuase even though I had a bad trip I can see how drugs sometimes can be a beautiful thing if done right and with the right person. It can become a magical substance that can give you an experience out of this world.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5985

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 31, 2001	Views: 11,842

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   85 lb

About a month ago, I went to a folk festival with my family and my boyfriend. I've been wanting to try acid for a long time; me and my boyfriend have been trying to get a hold of it for months. He's done it before, and said it is the best drug out there. Well finally we acquired 6 hits- on marshmallows- from a kid in school (we're still in high school, 17 years old). I decided to take one, he would take two, and then we'd save the rest. So we brought it to the campground with us, and were planning on taking it on Friday night, when all the good bands were playing.

We ate a little dinner, and took a walk up the street at about 6:30 and ate one marshmallow each. About five minutes later, I could already feel the effects. (Tip: before you do a more serious mind-altering drug like LSD, I recommend trying some other psychedelics before - I've experimented with mushrooms, DXM, and morning glory seeds. This way you'll get a familiar feeling when you trip. This is important so you know what to expect and you don't freak out). It was the usual light-headed, almost drunk feeling. We wandered around for about 45 minutes, but nothing really progressed for either of us- the same feeling as before. So we decided to eat another one each. So it was then 7:15, and I had taken two hits, and he had three.

My little sister was tagging along that night: as most 13 year olds, she was being really annoying, and my boyfriend John* was getting nervous. He knew that she'd bug him out. (Setting is very important- only choose to be around people who you trust, and people who will make you feel relaxed and calm in this type of situation). So after about 30 more minutes of hearing my little sister beg us for a hit, we gave it to her. (Bad Idea #1- we knew she wouldn't be able to handle it, even though she's experimented with alcohol and marijuana before).

So at 7:45, an hour and fifteen minutes after Hit #1, and 30 minutes since Hit #2, we went down to the field to watch the show. At that time, I was feeling extremely intoxicated. I expected it to be more like being high on weed- but it was definitely like being drunk, or a strong DXM trip. It was getting dark, and I was getting confused (Setting again- be comfortable where you are taking this drug, don't take it in an unfamiliar scene). We made it down to the field, and chilled in the back, where we knew my parents wouldn't find us (Bad Idea #2- taking LSD around parents).

These little kids had glow necklaces and were throwing them in the air. It looked so awesome- the patterns and the trails had begun. I sent my little sister over to a vendor and she bought three. We were just laying there on the ground, swinging them around- it was like being at a laser light show. It was 8:15- I was feeling really good, smiling, and thinking 'this is why I'm alive'. Then, John's attitude started to change. It was really cold out- but he was like, rocking back and forth, sweating. I was trying to tell him how cool everything was- we were in a different world, people were walking by in slow motion, there were patterns everywhere, and everything was alive. But whenever I opened my mouth, he'd tell me to shut up.

I was getting scared, because I was afraid that he was gonna have a bad trip- he kept repeating 'I'm never doing this again...this was a bad idea...I wish this would stop'. Then I started thinking these ideas. This dude walked up and asked me something, I answered him back, and when he walked away I realized it was my dad. It was about 9:30. My little sister was chewing on her long sleeved shirt- it was soaked. She looked insane-you couldn't see her blue eyes- only huge pupils, and she looked like a rabid dog. My boyfriend was laying on the ground, with his eyes covered, shaking. I was getting really scared for him. I was trying to calm him down.

Eventually, the concert ended, and it was about 11:30- but it felt like we were there for a couple days. My trip was starting to go bad, between my little sister and John,  my mind began to race- when is this gonna end? what time is it? what happens when my parents come up? everyone around us knows! what if a dog attacks me? Well my parents found us again, and we tried to act normal, but my little sister kept saying that she was having so much fun, and I knew we were being shady. We walked up the hill to the campsite, which seemed to take forever, and my parents stopped and gave us the camper key, because they were gonna stop by the bathroom. My dad handed it to me and said 'it's the perforated one'. But aren't all keys perforated? It seemed like everyone else were the ones who were messed up, not us!

Well, we got lost on the way back to the camper. My parents were there before us, and they kept asking us where we were. We were freaking out, because it only seemed like we were lost for 5 minutes- but on acid, your timing is messed up- in reality it could've been 2 hours. We walked into the camper and we started to get ready for bed. There was no way I couldn't changed my clothes, or washed my face or brushed my teeth. I was sitting on my bed, and John was looming over me, and I kept asking him where we were and what we were doing in my camper, and when are we going home? (Another good reason to be in a comfortable situation). We climbed into bed, and my dad was outside listening to trance music. Not tonight! we thought. It was one o' clock,I had been tripping for about 6 hours, and it didn't seem like it was going to stop. I shut my eyes, but the trance music was causing some crazy closed-eye visuals.

Then my mind lapsed to a book I had been reading about the Vietnam war. I started freaking out because I thought the Congs were going to come and shoot my family. I was hiding under my sheets, sweating, and I realized something was really uncomfortable in my mouth. I was chewing gum. It was dark in the camper, my parents had already gone to be (2 am) and I reached into my mouth to get the gum out. Well I went to throw it in the trash can next to me, and it wouldn't get off my finger! I took my other hand and tried to pull it off, but it was stuck between my hands then. I kept trying to get it off, and I was getting incredibly afraid that it would end up on my face or in my hair, and I started crying, and I jumped up out of bed. My mom looked over and was like, what's the matter! So I told her that I had gum stuck on my hands. She helped me get it off, and was giving me wierd looks (because I still had my clothes and makeup on).

I was getting back into bed, and I looked on the top bunk and John was there, wrapped up in his sheets, staring at me, and completely sweaty. I kissed him and went back into my bed. The rest of the night was full of unwelcomed and sometimes scary patterns on the wooden walls, and wierd noises. Finally I heard the alarm clock go off: it was 6 a.m., and time for John to drive me back home to get ready for work. We went to the Wawa down the road, looking like serious crap. I walked in, and this guy in front of me in line had a huge orange spider crawling up his back. I was so frightened and disturbed that I almost started screaming, and when I paid and left, I walked out and told John.

We then figured out that we were still trippin. John admitted that he took too much, and he was on the border of having a really bad trip. The three of us drove home, in the fog, and I got in the shower (which was really strange) and put on my makeup and left for work. I was at work, and still tripping till about 10 a.m.

I learned a lot of things from that night:

1) Setting is very important- make it a comfortable and familiar place, with trusting people.

2) always test the substance out for strength before you use it.

3) make sure you don't have to do anything serious the next day.

4) Don't do this in front of parents.

We decided that we would try this again in the future, but only 1 hit each, and during the day, so it won't disturb our sleep so much. Overall, it was a beautiful experience, but you just have to be very prepared and careful.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7815

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 31, 2001	Views: 12,831

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   61 kg

Esto sucedió hace varios años, pero aún recuerdo todo con fascinación.

Por esa época me encontraba tomando bastante LSD, siguiendo algo que no sabía bien que era, pero que de alguna forma estaba relacionado con mi espíritu.Guiaba mis viajes con el Libro Tibetano de los Muertos (Bardo Thödol)y procuraba elegir lugares solitarios y momentos especialmente propicios. Durante un mes tomé cinco dosis de lsd, 'Panoramix 200' y creo que esto determinó la última experiencia.Con una amiga fuimos al Cajón del Maipo,(un lugar cordillerano en la región metropolitana de Chile.)

 Tomamos nuestras dosis en un túnel de tren abandonado, a las 11 am. Como de costumbre, no probé bocado alguno 24 horas antes y nos alimentamos sólo de jugo de naranjas.

Los efectos no tardaron en aparecer (10 min!!!), séntí que 'algo' me llamaba dentro del túnel, así que me devolví, dejando a mi amiga que comenzaba a reir y a dar vueltas sobre sí.A diferencia de otras veces, el ácido me golpeó físicamente con convulsiones y sensaciones de 'náuseas purpuras', estaba muy irritable y sofocado.Estaba débil y agotado. Necesitaba imperiosamente estar SOLO.

A medida que entraba al túnel sentía que el suelo tenía una pendiente y las murallas se hacían mas estrechas. Sentí real miedo, ya que sabía muy bien que el lugar NO ERA ASÍ CUANDO ENTRAMOS!!

Era como un 'daescensum ab infernos'. Veía gusanos cuadriculados de colores rojo y verde luminosos que pasaban zumbando a mi lado y el suelo seguía conduciéndome hacia abajo. En un momento me detuve y me devolví. Entonces ví algo increíble: ME VI A MI MISMO EN VARIAS POSICIONES, CONGELADO,EN ACTITUD DE CAMINAR. Un efecto óptico que nadie podría explicarme. Me detuve nuevamente y decidí continuar, a esa altura ya no sentía miedo ni fascinación, sinó un profundo recogimiento.Ya no estaba dentro de un túnel, ya no era yo, o estaba disgregado, ya no estaba mi amiga ni nada en mi mente, no tenía absolutamente NADA.En ese momento tuve la visión más fabulosa de mi vida(en vigila)...me encontraba en el borde de un lago enorme, de color verde fosforescente, detrás de mucha gente. Veía sus siluetas inmóviles y escuchaba un zumbido similar al 'OM' pero sin vocales ni inflexiones 'humanas'.

Al medio del lago se construía a si mismo una especie de edificio surrelista, como los que pintaba el Bosco.Sus 'ladrillos' eran similares a las celdas de la naranja o el limón. No recuerdo cuánto tiempo estuve allí ni que hice, la escena no parecía destinada a terminar y, de hecho, cada vez que la recuerdo viene a mí la imágen nítida del castillo en el lago. Cuando salí me encontré con mi amiga y le invité a entrar, pero ya no había nada. Después nos dedicamos a hacer las usuales locuras del ácido; a sacar maravillosas conclusiones, a revolcarnos en el césped inventando idiomas, a reírnos de nuestros rostros, caminar, caminar, caminar y caminar...hasta que todo a nustro alrededor se despidió del sol con una indescriptible degradación cromatico-sonora y la noche nos trajo alguna que otra figurilla de colores locos.Sacando cuentas, el efecto cúlmine duró 6 horas...

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 2647

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 6, 2001	Views: 4,439

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LSD (2) : General (1), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 0.375 oz
		 oral
		 Syrian Rue
		 (tea)

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I acquired 3/8 of an ounce of fine ground Syrian rue seed powder.  I made it into a tea by boiling the powder in a coffee filter and squeezing it.  I filled the abominable tea with sugar, and half and half.  Downed the brew in a swift gulp and then proceeded to ingest some LSD, roughly 2 hits.

I have taken large LSD doses of upwards of 15 hits and never had any adverse physical reactions.  I have also taken Syrian rue before (with LSD), but never more than 1/8 of an ounce.  This was all done with a friend of mine who took a little less than a 1/8 of Syrian rue and also two hits of acid.  It was acid from the same sheet and Syrian rue from the same bag.  He had no adverse effects.

I knew something was wrong almost immediately.  Heavy visuals began within 5-10 minutes of taking the LSD and the Syrian rue.  I am not sure if the MAOI increased the uptake of the LSD or if the visuals were purely the Syrian rue.  Although I was enjoying myself my body seemed to say 'hello! Hello!! What are you doing you crazy bastard.  This is it, you've done it.' No particular pains yet, just an overwhelming feeling of distress.

Roughly 45 minutes later (I really do not know) I began to have very, very severe stomach pains.  I stumbled to my room looking for the sanctuary of my space and the comfort of my cats.  But it grew worse, I was a being faced with not being, and I was as frightened as any being could be.  I began violently vomiting, luckily in the cat's litter box.  It was then that I faced my death.  I no longer cared if I died on the spot or in sixty years.

It was not a dislike of life; it was an acceptance of my own mortality.  Yes I would fight my death, but I would not anguish over my death.  I have always tried to understand my mortality, known that I would die.  But it was never a possibility NOW, always much much later.  But my death was here.  I accepted and understood that I would no longer exist.  As my death drew nearer and my vomiting more violent, my thoughts became placid and less distressed.  Then death left me, I felt fine, besides a sore throat and some mild nausea.  More than nauseous, I felt disappointed.  I truly believed it was my time (whether it was true or not is not for me to decide) that I would die that night.  And I was calm.  Accepting of what has happened.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10581

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 15, 2001	Views: 18,411

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LSD (2), Syrian Rue (45) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Overdose (29), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


[Erowid Note: According to an article in the Feb 18, 2008 Army Times, the U.S. has stopped LSD testing military wide due to the low number of positive results detected in the past three years.]

I was reading on your site that you did not know if LSD was tested for in the military.

The U. S. Air Force definitely tests for LSD.  I know this because I was kicked out on a dirty test.  They use the GC/MS test and their cut off level is 200pg/ml. The Air Force can and will court-martial an airmen for just coming up positive, they feel the test is all the evidence they need.

I do know the Army and Navy use the same test as the Air force and all three use Brooks Lab. When any test regardless of the drug comes up positive the lab re-runs the test if the test comes under fire by the soldier the lab will run the test again at the same lab instead of another lab. (Jacked up I think) Wrongful use of LSD in the military can get you 5yr's in jail. The thing to remember is LSD has four components, You have ISO LSD and LSD which breakdown into four parts or isomers, and L and D on each. We know that the only active component of LSD under which it is reasonably likely that a person would feel the effects is the D isomer of the LSD so we would ignore the L isomer of LSD, the D isomer of ISO LSD and the L isomer of ISO LSD. So it is possible to come in contact with LSD and feel NO effect. I hope this will help someone.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10695

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 19, 2001	Views: 26,399

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LSD (2) : Various (28), General (1)


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

		   T+ 4:30
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I have not had a lot of experience with hallucinogens; the number of times I've tripped can be counted on one hand.  In an effort to keep from scaring myself, I've tried to keep my doses relatively low--but I've found myself to be somewhat hardheaded when it comes to the effectiveness of drugs in general, so for this experience, I decided to up my dose a bit.

At an outdoor party I went to in August, I bought myself three hits of acid for $12 and dropped at exactly 2:03 AM.  Within an hour, I felt the now-familiar acid stomach, and had to sit down for a while.

After the queasiness wore off, I went back to the dance floor and bounced around for a while.  Before too long, I needed to pee, and knowing how unfun peeing can be in the dark woods, even when sober, I decided to take off before the acid really kicked in.

I found myself a nice little tree and began happily relieving myself.  Halfway through, though, the 'cid hit me like a brick wall--all of a sudden, my vision exploded with small, repeated, swirling patterns, and from the corner of my eye, my shadow looked like it was trying to attack me.  I got all paranoid and felt like there were people sneaking up on me, so I finished my business as quickly as possible and returned to the party.

In the light, the visuals had faded, and all I felt was somewhat energetic and euphoric.  I danced for a while longer, and then looked up again around 4 AM, and the people outside of the dance area looked very blurred--somewhat similar to the appearance the world takes on under the effects of nitrous oxide.  Sometimes, when people moved, they appeared to be leaving trails, but this was only the case when they were farther off, not right in front of me.

I was tired of dancing, so I went and sat down.  I hadn't sat long when, despite my earlier bladder-purging efforts, the cold mountain air made it necessary for me to head back out into the dark, scary woods--this time, the acid in full effect.

I returned to the tree of before, only to find that there were people sitting around it, talking.  I wondered what thsee folks were doing sitting by a tree in the dark, but I didn't question it; I just moved on.  The next tree I stopped at, there were people sitting around, too.  Gave up on that one.  Finally, I found an unpopulated tree, and prepared myself for action--only then did I spot the sitters under it.

By this point I was pretty freaked out.  What the heck were all these people doing here?  It was obviously a bad idea for me to go off by myself.  Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to pull out the flashlight in my pocket, and upon turning it on, all the tree-squatters disappeared and I could carry about my business in solitude.

The party continued for several more hours, and I sort of forgot about the fact that I'd taken any acid.  When I wasn't really paying attention to it, the effects didn't manifest--I had to actually actively try to make hallucinations show up.  I wasn't mentally impaired to a great degree, but I was rather spacey--I was prone to staring off in one direction for a long time without blinking.  (At one point, I was asked, 'What are you on?  We can't figure it out,' so I suppose I was obviously intoxicated, even though I didn't think I looked that way.)

The party was broken up by the cops around 5, and the hour-long drive home was one of the shortest-seeming and most enjoyable car rides I've ever had.

When I got back to my house, I went to my backyard clubhouse with my friends and smoked a bowl.  Marijuana obviously potentiates the hallucinogenic effects of LSD, because before I smoked, I really didn't see anything...but afterwards, the wood-paneled walls were swirling like plasma, with little spots of lights on them in rapidly changing colors.

That was about it.  This effect lasted until about T +8:00, at which point I basically lost my ability to function, but could not sleep at all.  I didn't move much for the next two hours, by which point the effects had completely worn off.

What I have learned:

--Pot does good things to me when tripping.

--Never to pee alone in the dark.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 2765

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 28, 2001	Views: 786

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