		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 Repeated hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Let me explain the events that took place yesterday, Tuesday October 9th, 2007. It all began a couple weeks ago when I got tickets to the Widespread Panic show coming to Missoula. At this point, I knew that many of my friends were going to be eating LSD for the show, but I was determined that I would not. I am a daily cannabis user and I have done numerous psychedelics before including salvia, mushrooms, morning glory seeds and many others. I had done a lot of research about the positive and negative effects of acid and decided I would try it someday. Another factor that lead me to try it was that my good friend from high school told me he was going to try it for his first time soon. We are good buddies, and it sounded like a good idea that we both experience it at about the same time.

Having accidentally stumbled upon a great hookup for acid, I was pumped up to give it a try. I bought two hits of blotter, one for me and one for my friend. At this time there was going to be a Slightly Stoopid concert in town. The plan had been to eat the blotter for the concert. This fell through, however, when two friends who are experienced users ate two hits of the same paper and had no affects whatsoever. This made my friend and I decide that we didn't want to eat it for the concert and be disappointed if it was bunk. We decided to eat it on a lazy Friday afternoon, assuming that we wouldn't be effected.

We started sucking on the paper at about 1 PM. It was unusually thick, however, and didn't dissolve fully even after 45 minutes in our mouths. We waited and waited, anticipation building wildly. After about an hour and a half we decided it was in fact bad acid and we decided to wander down to the riverbank and smoke a joint. Now it's not that I wasn't feeling it at all, it's just that it was a very slight dreamy feeling, a 'tease' if you will. After we smoked the joint, though, things began to change. I was far too high for it to be attributed to just weed. There was a  marching band tuning up in the field, producing loud, scattered notes. I felt each sound, and could not stop laughing no matter how hard I tried. When we were back on campus, it was obvious that the acid was affecting us slightly. We played ping pong for a while, threw a frisbee, and ate dinner in a busy cafeteria. Everything we did was skewed by some strange energy. Things appeared slightly different, whether it was the lighting, a bizarre private thought, or a strange sensation when a material brushed across my skin. This was my first introduction to LSD. However, I knew that this was not a real 'trip', and in my opinion I had not experienced the drug yet.

When the guy who sold us this bunk acid got back from the concert he was at that weekend, everyone he sold it to reported back to him that it was no good. Being a good person, he refunded me and my friend with new stuff, this time in the form of a drop on a sugar cube. My other friends that didn't feel it last time were also refunded and tried the new batch and said that they were totally gone. It was good acid. Knowing this, I was very carefully planning when I  was going to eat it. The obvious option was the upcoming Widespread Panic concert I had just gotten tickets to, which is what most of my friends were doing. However, I was dissuaded from this at first because I had classes until 6 and I didn't want to stay up all night tripping on a Tuesday. I was determined that I wouldn't eat the acid for the concert. That lasted until the day of the concert came.

This epic Tuesday started off like any other day. I went to class where I had to give a speech, which felt great to get out of the way. The rest of my day was packed with classes as well. At about 3 PM, one of my friends who was going to eat acid at the concert asked me if I would be able to find some for him and a couple other guys. Knowing such a good hookup, I quickly made the trip to his house to get the goods. When I was there we talked about how I had decided not to eat it for the concert that night. Somewhere in the next half hour, however, I changed my mind. I don't know exactly why. It was a combination of realizing I didn't have much to do the next day, that I was in a good mood, that all my other friends would be tripping, and that Widespread Panic is basically made for tripping.  I rode back to campus and delivered the acid. I then had to go to my last class of the day. I sat through the lecture in anticipation of the upcoming concert and how my trip would be.

After class, I hurried back to my dorm to pick up my hit of acid and some weed to roll into a joint. I went over to another friend's room to use his grinder, roller, and papers. The people in the room were all chilling and watching a movie while looking forward for the concert. As we were grinding up the chronic one of them walked back into the room from the hall and commented 'damn, it reeks of chronic in here'. 'Hell yeah' we all thought, not knowing that that scent was about to change us forever.

We had finished rolling our joints and were walking out of the door to go eat dinner and drop the acid. When we opened the door, we heard 'Nope, Nope, get back in there.' Who the fuck is this guy? Some authority figure (assumedly an RA) was forcing us to stay in the room. 'Why?' we asked. 'You'll find out soon enough, just get back in' was the reply. Only then did we know we were fucked. We closed the door and started the mad dash to ditch our drugs. In that room, there was about 7 hits of acid, a couple eights of weed, and a baby weed plant. We did not want to get searched. After stashing all the stuff in places we hoped would make it hard to find, one of the kids who's room we were in was called out into the hall by the guy guarding the door. We all looked at one another, clueless to what was going on.

Next, the other kid who lived in that room was called out. The next few minutes were some of the longest of my life. I was super pumped up on adrenaline. The next thing we knew, the kid was coming back into the room. 'What the fuck is going on?' we asked. It turns out that the RA had smelled the chronic we were grinding from outside the room, which gives them authority to call the cops. The cops basically told the kid 'We know you have weed in there, so either you give it to me or we search the whole room.' The kid was coming into the room to get his small amount of bud to turn himself in and save the rest of us. A true fucking hero. He got a ticket for possession of marijuana, but it was the lightest charge possible. Also, Missoula is very liberal and has slack marijuana laws. But still, this kid saved our asses.

As you can imagine, this put quite a damper on the mood. At this point, I was uncertain as to whether I was in a good mindset to eat the acid. I went back to my room to ditch my bud, debating what I was about to do. When I returned to my friend's room, most of them had already eaten the sugar cubes. The friend who I tried the bad acid with and I both said 'fuck it' and ate the cubes. They were quite tasty, and from this point on I was excited to trip. We went to get dinner before the concert, and the other guys were already feeling their first waves. I was totally sober having just eaten it, but I could feel that something was about to happen. By the time we finished dinner and were walking to the concert, I was feeling a strange tingly buzz. The other guys were saying that they were feeling it quite strong already.

We got into the building that the concert was going to be in and were faced with a new challenge. Most of the crew had floor level tickets, which is where all the fun was going to be. Two other friends and I had balcony tickets, which meant we would just sit in chairs and watch the concert from above, which was not cool. We got an idea, though. When you showed the staff your ticket for the floor, you were given a wristband. We called our friends on the floor and told them to sneak out and give us their tickets. This way, they all still had wristbands and we could get onto the floor. It worked like a charm. I was starting to feel a little weird by the time we got to the concert floor, and had a great time talking to people there, listening to the opening DJ, and paying attention to my mindset.

The setup for the concert was phenomenal. There were all sorts of lights, colors, patterns, and trippy objects all around. As the music progressed, so did my trip. I would notice something out of the corner of my eye, and it wouldn't register or it would just be confusing. My visual field had definitely changed by this point. Neon colors from glow sticks and the patterns that the projectors were putting on the walls and ceiling were taking on a new light. They were more vivid, and the trails from moving glow-sticks would remain in the air for longer than they should have. I was smoking weed that was passed to me this whole time, which bumped up my high a lot. My mind was surprisingly clear, but certain things I noticed would seem really bizarre. For example, there were swirling patterns in the back of the stage, and whenever I looked at them I would see 'ghosts' or 'souls'. This started to freak me out, and I distracted myself with happier thoughts to avoid a bad trip. Another crazy sight was caused by white lights shining into the audience. For some reason, when the light was shined on me I would see the band as a negative image. They had electric blue skin and everything else was black and white. Another weird sight was when the lead singer and guitarist began to appear to be changed. Its very hard to explain, but he appeared somewhere between being 2D, 4D, or just not actually there. It was super weird.

The concert was broken into two sets, and in between sets the opening DJ came out to play again. By the end of the first set, I was feeling disappointingly sober. This was easily remedied, however, when one of my friends (who also felt sober) and I decided to see what walking around would feel like. Then we realized we were definitely still going. The break between sets was hilarious. There was shit going on everywhere which created more stimuli to be misinterpreted in my mind. When the second set came on, I was in a great mood. I usually find it hard to truly enjoy myself in most situations I am in. At the concert, though, I was enjoying myself to no end. I was feeling love for everyone and everything around me and for myself.

Sometime around then a few giant inflatable balls were being bounced around the crowd. They were huge, but they would slowly float down and then be punched back up into the air. One of them had a glow-stick in it, making it even trippier. I was captivated by the combination of the music and the floating balls, and my mind was racing. Right around this point I had a crazy epiphany: I realized that individual cells work together to form a collective consciousness or identity, and individual humans work together to form a conscious society.

I realized that individual cells work together to form a collective consciousness or identity, and individual humans work together to form a conscious society.

 It is hard to explain, but I realized that humanity as a whole has its own personality, values, and consciousness. I realized this by watching everybody bounce the ball around and keep it in the air. I had numerous other bizarre thoughts, sights and feelings for the rest of the concert.

When we were leaving the concert, it was obvious that half the crowd was as tripped out as I was. There was enough cheering, laughing, and dilated pupils to last a long time. When we were outside, a friend of mine who I hadn't talked to for a while called. I was trying to talk to him, but I couldn't really comprehend what he was saying even though I could hear him, so I said goodbye in confusion. The group of friends I was tripping with had decided while I was on the phone that we would finish the night by hiking a mountain and smoking a whole eighth. At this point, I was still pretty high but I was coming down and this sounded like a good idea. We then all split up to grab our coats and bud from our dorm rooms. We met back up and proceeded to walk to the mountain. On the way there, we saw quite a few people we knew who we stopped and talked with.

Eventually however, we made it up the mountain. We were all set to smoke the eighth: we had a double percolating bong, some blunt wraps, and countless pipes. We smoked and smoked, reflecting on the night so far. Looking out at the city from my elevated vantage point was phenomenally trippy. The lights of the city were shimmering so intensely that I had trouble even looking at them. As we were smoking, we saw what looked like a helicopter in the distance. 'Shit, they're coming to arrest us on the mountain' we joked. The object was strangely shaped and had lights all over it and kept coming toward us. 'Wait, really. What the fuck is tt?' we asked. As we were watching this object come toward us, it started to dive down toward the city. We had no idea what we were seeing. It was dive-bombing right down into the middle of Missoula, getting closer and closer to the ground at an alarming speed.

We thought we were either seeing a UFO or a plane flying straight into the ground. It continued lower and lower until its lights were indistinguishable from the city lights. There was no explosion or sound whatsoever. It just completely disappeared. I still have no explanation as to what we saw. We dedicated all the weed we smoked to the kid who saved our ass from the cops earlier in the day and we had multiple moments of silence to reflect on what could have been if he had not been such a courageous friend. By this point I was just plain too high, and I had a killer headache and I was incredibly tired. Smoking so much weed seemed to have kicked the LSD back in a little bit, so I was tripping out. I curled up in a ball and massaged my head as we continued to smoke bud  and chat for a significant amount of time.

When the time was right, we started on down the mountain. The terrain was ridiculously steep, and we could hardly believe we climbed up it. Just then we heard some strange noise. It sounded like a group of stringed instruments or wind-chimes or something like that, but we were on a mountain. After a few minutes of being really weirded out, we realized that there were three flag poles with strings flapping in the wind. Each pole had a different pitch, and all three together created a giant bass guitar. We listened to this natural music for a while, and then continued down to campus.

As we got back near the dorms, I was completely wiped out. I was being drawn toward my bed in a dreamy state. We said our goodbyes and ended the night. I went to my room and fell asleep right away. This was one of the most insane days I have ever lived. It was a roller coaster of emotions, thoughts and senses. I look back and realize that I will never forget this day for the rest of my life. This experience has given me an optimistic attitude, and I look forward to see what other surprises my future holds.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66333

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 12, 2021	Views: 486

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 40 mg
		 insufflated
		 3C-P
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:00
		 100 ug
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:40
		 4 mg

		 Ondansetron

		   T+ 2:35
		 50 mg
		 rectal
		 3C-P
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 2:35
		   repeated
		 vaporized
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 6:50
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Trazodone

		   T+ 9:50
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Trazodone

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

Previous experience: This is my 42nd recreational substance tried, my first time with 1-(3,5-Dimethoxy-4-propoxyphenyl)propan-2-amine . I have extensive experience with LSD and a few other tryptamines, ketamine, prescription opioids, a variety of amphetamines and RC stims, and a small amount of benzo experience. I vape weed most hours I'm awake. I have never done mescaline, 2C-X, DOX, or any FLY drug.  I was a severe alcoholic for the better part of a decade, so I tend to find that I need higher doses to experience what others get with lower doses.

Setting: I'm at home, comfortable, with my wife and pets. A bit nervous because of the extreme stimulation others seem to get.

Set: I'm a mix of excited and nervous. I have Raynaud's syndrome, so I don't get great circulation in my extremities to begin with, especially during the cold winter months. As a result, I preloaded with 1000 mg l-citrulline and 400 mg magnesium, and I plan to add 500 mg l-arginine, and if things get bad 1 mg Prazosin. I'm hoping to use this trip to get over my writer's block or to get some work done around the house with the stimulation.

I'm hoping to use this trip to get over my writer's block or to get some work done around the house with the stimulation.

11:10 PM Sunday - Dosing 40mg by nose. It came as a clumpy white powder that sparkles in direct light. I used a mortar and pestle, but it was still a bit hard to totally break up due to the stickiness, and  made sure to be judicious in choosing the most finely ground powder for insufflation.  I am also adding 100 ug of LSD swallowed, because there's a broad theme that people wish the substance had more visuals, and all reports of co-administration with other substances have produced far more positive reports, ones with less anhedonia and more euphoria (except many say weed makes this substance too vasoconstrictive, which is why I'm sticking with 1/3 of my usual LSD dose, and trying to keep the vapes out of sight; but I wouldn't be shocked if I break down and vape later). Holy shit this burns! Felt like snorting glass and I taste like I have blood in my post-nasal drip. 3-MEO-PCP was worse for burn, but this is the second worse I've personally experienced.

11:20 - I feel like the back of my throat is chemical burned. Tears continue to stream down my face.

11:30 - I'm starting to feel serene and the burning is subsiding. There's a slight breathing to my closet door. My hands are getting quite cold, as are my toes. My left bicep has started to ache and my stomach has a fluttering feeling. My hands are getting a little shaky.

11:40 - I'm getting nauseated, a little. I feel an uncomfortable pressure around my heart. Nothing awful, just a little uncomfortable.

11:45 - The sweating begins. I feel uneasy emotionally, but music is helping to keep me grounded. I'm noticing more texture in the notes, and especially the air between notes is becoming noteworthy. I find myself starting to cough and nearly vomit.

11:50 - Taking 4mg Zofran. Noticing a lightness of body.

12:00 AM Monday - There are some moments where I feel like this is a tidal wave that will crush me on down the line. And there are moments where I can feel like maybe this will end up in a nice ++++.

12:20 - I threw up and feel much better for it. But I also feel like that may have just been round 1. I'm starting to notice the crackling shimmer of color I associate with LSD. I'm underwhelmed by how stimulated I am. I'm actually a little sleepy, if anything.

12:50 - I mainly took this as a stimulant. so I'm pretty disappointed. Definitely some small psychedelia, but not much, mainly crackles of another screen or flashes of color periodically. My skin is a bit numb all over, this is maybe the mild opioid type high I've seen others allude to.

1:45 - I boofed 50 mg more to see where we end up, may or may not do anything at this point. My vision is getting a lot brighter and my thoughts are getting more chaotic. I feel a strong desire to hang out with my wife, and we'll see how socializing works on this drug. I'm noticing my auditory imagination has grown; I'm imagining lots of those cavernous noises that are part of rap music like Travis Scott where the bass just sort of echoes through space. It's weird to have this auditory imagination, yet music is not enhanced one jot beyond its usual.

4:50 - I rewatched Phantom Thread with my wife and had a lovely time. There was a nice opioid like body high (I tested and I don't think there's opiates in this) I was cursing this chemical as dull and a waste of money until I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be carried away by the soundtrack. There were DMT-like visuals.  As the movie progressed I felt my high fade, but there's still a major lightness of body, mild euphoria, surfaces breathing and colors have been fading into pure white, as this is a very bright high. Smoking weed brought out nice curlicues of colorful wisps framing things. I'm struck in contrast to many previous reports at how sedating I've found this. I've been feeling sleepy all while feeling like I need to keep readjusting my body. There was a tightness and rigidity of my neck, pretty characteristic of stimulating drugs to me. There is no headspace to this drug; it's all body and visual. But at the same time I feel very calm and ok making commitments to change my life for the better. But it doesn't have the wow, I'm gonna change my life energy I get from a good trip. I think this would be a good substance to use in combo with the psychedelic of one's choosing at higher doses. In contrast to earlier reports, I've found the cardiovascular effects of this drug to be minimal. I feel like I could go a lot higher and it would provide a nice long-lasting body high underneath a more cerebral psychedelic (I think I'd have had a much better night if I had done my customary 300 ug in addition to this). But it's good that we START LOW! GO SLOW! (harm reduction PSA)

6:00 - I take 100 mg Trazodone to sleep; I feel like I won't need it.

7:00- I'm more awake than ever and I randomly jizzed while not even erect.

7:30 - The sudden and intense arousal feels like an amphetamine, especially in terms of "the kinkier the better!" I masturbate three or four times to completion.

9:00 - I take 200 mg more Trazodone and fall asleep somewhere around 10.

2:30 PM - I wake to my alarm and must get up, but I feel I could sleep the rest of the day. At the same time, getting up is not hard, and I have an afterglow that is nice. I feel serene and mildly optimistic. My heart aches a little, especially when I vape cannabis.

Summary - I would not recommend anyone run out to buy this chemical, but if you already have it, I think it could contribute a nice body high in combination with another psychedelic with more headspace at your usual dose. It seems possible to kick it up a bit by redosing even a couple hours into the experience. There were no immediate cardiovascular effects for me, but some damage showed up the next day that makes me hesitate to push the dose on this chemical too high. Closed eye visuals are where this drug shines, but they only emerged when I redosed.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116101

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Feb 14, 2022	Views: 595

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3C-P (320), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 4.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:50

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

Setting: My apartment

Set: Calm, no plans during the day in question and days after

Sitter: My cat

Other medications: No

Prior experiences: Weed, hashish, proscaline, shrooms, ketamine, coke, speed, MDMA, ecstasy and nitrous.

Two months prior to this experience I managed to score some good acid again from a reliable source after having been dry for roughly a year. During that hiatus I was very into Timothy Leary, Ram Dass and the likes from the 60's hippie era - particularly, the turn on / tune in / drop out philosophy. The Good Friday experiment really inspired me, so I proceeded to dose every week or two for these two months, each time increasing the dosage.

The experiment(s) went great, it felt rewarding and it felt like I was able to map out my inner world from these experiences. I always did the same thing - solo, in my bed with closed eyes. My spiritual ego that I seemed to have formed was in bliss.

I was fairly confident on having experienced ego death during these experiences, but ... I was very naively wrong. In fact, I'd say that my trips prior to the one I’m about to write about was just boosting my ego. I was proud to be able to solo trip so much and so frequently while never having any bad trips.

I was proud to be able to solo trip so much and so frequently while never having any bad trips.

 It felt rewarding, like I knew how to navigate these psychedelic landscapes without much effort.

Then comes one late night in February back in 2020, where I decided to once again up the dosage - this time, to ~450ug, that more or less made me stop taking acid.

1 hour prior to intake:

7:20 PM.  While waiting for my cat to become sleepy, I start organizing the setting in my bedroom. I double check my music playlist for the evening, basically looking for possible alterations if any were to be of interest but it's looking good.  I like to try to arrange my music playlist in an order with the intent of translating the experience's flow into a series of songs. The first 30 - 60 minutes are focused on open ambient tracks, to work as a meditative catalyst to still the mind. Then comes songs that have more rhythmic anchors to swing on, psybient stuff like Bluetech, Ott or Shpongle.

The setting is this:

I'm in my bed, to my right is my cat. In front of me besides my legs is my laptop with soothing videos running on fullscreen. The speaker is at the end of the bed, I also have in-ear headphones ready on my bed table. I barely have any lightning, just some purple-ish color vaguely filling the space in the room.

I have two Buddha's by my window located to my left side, surrounded by a couple of fake candles. I have them positioned in a way that makes it look like they're watching over me, it feels cozy.

The intake:

8:20 PM.  I go to my kitchen and place four and a half of tabs underneath my tongue. I've never had that many tabs at once before, so saliva started to produce in my mouth and the tabs where kinda hard to keep track of. Nonetheless, I had the tabs in for roughly 40 minutes until I swallowed them with some water. Not much else to add here - just waiting ahead.

9:00 PM. (This is the last time I remembered the time this evening)

I laid in bed up until this point, just having my eyes closed and getting in a relaxed state. My last trip, which was 3 hits (~300ug), came on very fast so I expected it to come on even faster this time around due to the higher dose. I was feeling very vibrant, the waves of feelings felt bumpy and jittery.  My heart rate started to increase. The intensity of feelings pouring in started getting a bit more turbulent. The music was ”breathing” in its volume, so I thought this meant I was at the end of the come-up and the beginning of the peak.

Maybe 10 minutes or so passes, and my spiritual boosted ego rationalized with no second thought that 450ug and 300ug felt rather similar, and that wasn't my plan this time! I wanted to go even deeper, otherwise what was the point of the increased dosage? So, I decided to smoke some hashish through my old wooden tobacco pipe to give the acid a little boost. (I always do this while tripping, but never with the results that followed).

I stand up and realize I already have a hard time walking due to the sheer amount of feelings and vibrant energy twirling around inside my body, it's like I'm walking in a windy field with rain and snow while forcing myself to walk through it. I make my way to the kitchen, over to the stove and proceed to grab my pre-prepared pipe getting ready for the hit. I take a single large hit from the pipe and hold it in, and I feel its effects immediately merge with the acid. Like pouring gas on a fire, everything exploded.

I take a single large hit from the pipe and hold it in, and I feel its effects immediately merge with the acid. Like pouring gas on a fire, everything exploded.

The hit is so big and harsh that I start coughing and I never ever cough when taking a hit of weed or hashish on acid, it's like the acid removes that sense in the throat making you cough. By this time the effects of the acid starts reaching its true peak. That in combination of the hashish, the effects extrapolates into such intense tripping that I can barely hold myself together. They both intertwine in such a chaotic way, both going towards their respective peak.

I got really scared at this point because I had never had such an intense come-up prior to this, it felt very unfamiliar and there was nothing familiar to remind me of the reality that once was. I felt like buzzing electricity, every sensation turned up to 11.

I could barely walk, but was able to stumble over back to my bedroom and laid down, eyes closed, in front of my speaker.

The music is playing from my playlist, my cat is sleeping in the bed - all is good from the perspective of setting.

My set however, is getting pulled apart from every point of view imaginable. The part within me that steers the anchor was the very nature getting split in half and morphed inside out. The very notion or idea of who I was, was bending the space in which it found itself in.

The music was no longer an external input my neurological process translated to audible melody. It was just vibrations flowing into me, not being able to recognize it. There was nothing to grab on to.

In the midst of chaos, I realize I have to change my setting to influence my set, even though it on paper was flawless.

I decided to have the music through my in-ear headphones instead of the speaker but to no avail, still no calm wave of sensation which I had hoped for, though I wasn't going to give up just yet. I still have my eyes closed during all of this, but no visuals.

I begin to fade away, until this particular Bluetech song reaches a certain point when a lady voice speaks and I cannot for the love of my life figure out its intent. It feels almost malevolent. It felt like it was Kali the goddess trying to communicate, letting me know I was going to die. I felt pure fright and fear at this point.

Here I got the feeling I was about to experience a very frightful and confusing trip, so change was needed in the setting again. Luckily, I realized the voice I was hearing was from the music I was listening to, so I decided to do a complete 180 in term of genre of music.

Doing things is almost impossible at this point, basic things like just reaching out my arm to grab an item, but I managed to change the music.

I put on the song Pneuma by Tool, and in an instant - everything changed. From electronic psybient in 120+bpm bouncing around in my headspace, silence and a smooth guitar enters. A calm wave of love like I've never felt before washed over my whole body.

It felt like an intense storm had passed through me, and the sky was now clear with everything feeling perfectly calm. It continued in this direction, calmer and calmer in pure bliss…

After a few minutes, the space between my ears which my everyday self sits in, inside my head that is, starts to pull away from the perspective one sees things in everyday life. It's like I'm zooming further away, inwards, with a black void surrounding it.

Even the music playing on rather high volume got further and further away from the perceiver of things. In retrospect, maybe this was my mind detaching from the external world. If you look up Alex Grey's painting called "dying", that's a good representation of how it felt.

I zoom out until the void / blackness reaches a point where I'm no longer hearing the music nor seeing the darkness behind my eyelids. Something else, other yet so familiar, smoothly ascends like a sunrise coming up behind a hill.

A light ever so clear emerges from the total nothingness of the void and during this very moment, I knew. It felt like I could decide to die here, or to hold on - and I choose to have faith in the countless of stories I've read,  to give up the control - total surrender.

The pure light emerges and I leave my ego and body behind the veil of blackness and enter the pure light. Like diving into a loving ocean with no shores. Pure love, pure knowing, pure existence.

Brighter than the brightest object imaginable, flowing infinity. Total unity with everything and everyone. Shimmering, flowing, the fluorescent source of existence itself. It was the accumulated energy of the Big Bang, still expanding since its infinite conception.

I had died and woken up.

It felt like eternity, but I very gently re-entered my mappable headspace, starting to recognize the music twirling around and the outside of my skin. I felt like I was evoking every external input, the outside and the inside became one.

The outline of my body behind closed eyelids felt like Buddha. It felt like I had this smirk of wisdom, I didn't need to pretend anymore. All concepts of what I thought was real was just that, concepts. I saw through the linguistic attachment I had grown to believe was real. There was no longer me between the external and the internal, they were one and thrived off each other.

After this death - rebirth experience, the lingering effects of the acid wasn't a frontal experience anymore, I wasn’t tripping but I was still on 450ug of good acid. The following five hours felt almost sober like in comparison to being dead. I didn’t think a single thought, I just sat in awe of the humbling vision of truth. It felt like I gained another perspective of what it is to be alive. How could I know what being alive was if I hadn't been dead before? It all made sense. The world felt brand new. I didn't dare to smoke anymore hashish, so I meditated and sat in trance to some 60's hippie music until I became tired and fell asleep around 6-7am.

I woke up at around 12am feeling like a new person, but I hadn’t come down completely just yet. The sun was out, colors were still vibrant and my perspective was still from a place within. I brewed some coffee and ate some strawberries while listening to the music that lead me into ego death. I decided to smoke some hashish, and it instantly brought me back to a very high state. The memory of the vision had such an intense and profound feeling that it opened up what felt like a space in my solar-plexus area and in poured waves of love which I simply could not handle. It was too overwhelming, I started to cry like I had never done before. I was repeating "I didn't know" and "I love you", while tears came pouring down my cheeks. It was the most beautiful cry I've ever experienced, it lasted almost half an hour until it eventually settled down.

The idea of me came down later that day, but I don't think you ever come down from an experience like that. Love!!

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 115939

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Jan 14, 2022	Views: 522

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

		   T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 2C-B

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

The other night, I experienced the most powerful psychedelic trip of my life.  As I recall the events of that night, I will leave out last names and specific locations because of the nature of our activities.  I know this is long, but I feel I need to explain in detail to get the full scope of how amazing it was.

Ingestion:

Several hits of marijuana

A few shots of liquor

3 hits of acid (LSD)

1 hit of nexus (2C-B)

1 hit of ecstasy (MDMA)

A little background on my experiences with psychedelics...

I use Mushrooms and LSD somewhat frequently... As much as once or twice a month.  I have done this for years.  I have used ecstasy, mescaline, nexus, salvia, and dex a few times, and I occasionally smoke marijuana and rarely drink alcohol.  I tried opium, DMT, and Kratom once each.

I enjoy the recreational, fun side of psychedelics, as well as spiritual, introspective side of it, and plan my trips around whether I will use it for insight and visionary voyages or as a fun party experience.  This was an amazing party experience, and I will try to recall it to the best of my ability.

Tommy, the guy we get most of our supplies from informed us about a big psychedelic trance rave party in Warren, MI a few weeks ago, and so I attended it with my girlfriend Kami, my friend Mitch and his girlfriend Heather, and my friends William and Patrick, and Patrick's sister Chelsea.  It was in a parking garage under an old apartment building that looked like it had been abandoned for a few years.  We gathered at Patrick's house because his mom let us borrow her van.  We passed around a few bowls of marijuana, then hung out for a little while.

We gathered up all of our supplies on his coffee table... It was quite an impressive pile of chemicals - a half sheet of acid, 7 hits of nexus, a quarter of weed, and a fifth of brandy.  The weed, nexus, and acid was put into a thermos, and the thermos and liquor was loaded into a cooler with a few 20 oz bottles of mountain dew.

We all piled in the van and followed Tommy for Detroit.  It took about 2 hours to get there, and we checked into a motel where Patrick reserved 3 rooms, it was about a mile down the road from the apartment building. We walked to the rave from there.

We each paid our 25 bucks to the 2 thuggish looking meatheads by the garage door, and they opened it and we went in.  There were already quite a few people there, but it wasn't much of a party yet.  Well, we had driven all this way, so were were going to make the best of it.  They did a pretty decent job of setting it all up... There were alot of big speakers and an Arabian or Turkish guy at the DJ table with a laptop playing some cool ass techno music.  They had alot of disco balls and colored strobe lights, a few laser lights, purple Christmas lights all over the ceiling, and a couple of fog machines, plus a bunch of black lights.  There was a table on one side with a few kegs and a pallet of bottled water.  On the other side, the wall had some cool trippy patterns like on Winamp Visualization being projected on it.  It's actually one of the best set ups I have seen at a rave, but it was still early and it wasn't quite jumping yet.

We each took our acid... I took 3 hits and chewed them up.  They started kicking in pretty quick... Maybe like 10 minutes or so.  All of us felt it quickly.  It started with the usual weird ass vibes, kind of like energy flowing right through me like wind.  It was cold in there, even though they had a few space heaters running, and we all kept getting chills.  But we stood around for a while, joking and laughing, and by about 9 or so, we were all tripping balls, cracking up and not making any sense.  It had gotten pretty packed in there by then, maybe a couple hundred people.

Tommy, Kim, and Dave came over to where we were and Tommy asked if anyone wanted to smoke.  Chelsea had the goodies, so she got out a chunk of weed, and asked if we should pop the nexus yet.  Everyone was down, so we each washed down a nexus pill with a shot of E&amp;J, then Patrick and Tommy each rolled a joint and we passed them around.  By time we finished them, I was in a full psychedelic explosion.  The weed had made the acid get really strong, kind of a hybrid trip with alot of colors.  I looked at Mitch and we both said it as the same time: 'wow, dude. I am fucked up.'  Kami was waving her hand watching the tracers and giggling, and everything looked almost cartoonish and blocky.  Alot of great colors everywhere, just radiating from everything in technicolor waves, and the tracers from everything were very slow and had strong blue and purple colors.  Time felt very slow, and almost seemed to jump forward at times like claymation, getting behind itself, then speeding up to get caught up, and even getting ahead of itself.  My thoughts were racing, each one slamming through my brain in between each note in the music, almost like a chorus in perfect harmony with the music.

Within the next hour sometime, me, Mitch, Heather, and Kami had separated from the rest of the group, but I could still see Tommy and Kim, they were dancing with glow sticks.  The bright green and orange tracers were very long lasted, and started to follow patterns that the sticks were not, making neon tornadoes around them, and spilling out all over the place leaving Rorschach spatter that grew like ivy vines crawling up, then puffing out of existence.

While we were talking and walking around, this little geeker dude with a mohawk approached us and introduced himself, and asked if we were looking for any E or anything, saying he's got plenty of E and some weed, and can get coke and special k too.  Mitch asked how much for 4 hits of E, and he said the green ones were the strongest, and he'd let us get 4 for $25, or the orange ones, which were weaker, we could get 4 for $20, and the pink ones were weakest, and he'd let us get 4 for $10.  Mitch bought 4 orange tabs from him and he was gone... I remember, I was tripping total balls, and I wasn't sure if that had even really happened, but Mitch handed me a hit of ecstasy, so I was sure I didn't imagine it.  It was orange, and had the playboy bunny on it.  We walked to the beer table and got 2 cups of beer, and washed down the ecstasy with it.

I looked at my phone, and it wasn't even 11:00 yet.  All 4 of us were gone, just tripping crazy.  I felt very warm,  and I was sweaty.  Kami and heather went to go dance, and I hated seeing her leave.  I felt much better when she was with me, and felt very alone and dejected as soon as she left, but I kept telling myself it's from the Nexus, she'll be back soon, she feels the exact same thing... I started to feel better, and as the ecstasy started to hit, my mood improved alot.  I felt in a place of warm technicolor bliss, and I had a strong urge to make sure everyone around me and close to me was happy too, so Mitch and I went and found William, he was doing the trance dance with these two hispanic girls, and Dave, Patrick, and Chelsea were grooving not too far away from them.

Dave's voice sounded funny when we came back to him, almost like a robot, very slow and slurred.  He was sweating bullets, and said he needed something to drink.  It turns out he had taken a double stack of some lightning bolt ecstasy, and was getting delusional from dehydration.  I gave him the rest of my beer, ad we all walked over to the beer table to get a bottle of water, which he chugged half of and poured the rest on himself.

We sparked up another joint, which just intensified everything.  Everything looked disproportionate in size... Chelsea's hands seemed huge, but her head small.  Maybe it was because of the loud atmosphere or the hallucinations of crickets and buzzing coming from everywhere, but her voice sounded small and distant, and each word seemed to echo in the full spectrum of colors, leaving glowing waves and tracers with every syllable.  She seemed very sweet, and I actually felt highly attracted to her again (I had fooled around with her a few times back in like 2008).  I could feel the intense waves of energy connecting each one of us at the mind, and time moved so slow I felt like I could pluck the strings of energy and give everyone a musical vibe like the music of a harp.  I considered the outside world, and even felt like I could see their voices of criticism for these amazing, mind-warping criticism bouncing off of the field of energy that protected us.

My vision was very blurry, and the revolving lights of the various psychedelic equipment was bathing my sight in happy energetic bliss.  My life feels perfect... At this moment, I feel like I have everything I could ever ask for, and wouldn't ever trade it for anything or everything.  As the laser lights hit the falls and the cement pillars, they stuck and begin to spread like green-golden glowing ivy vines, wrapping around everything.

We tripped for hours like this, laughing, smiling... The walls waving like flags, everything changing colors every few seconds, thick blurred technicolor outlines, intense hallucinations, strong flaning tracers, powerful emotions, happiness and anxiety, calm and excitement at the same time, distorted time, loss of understanding how time works, sounds becoming visible with echoes and voices leaving tracers and whip-like psychedelic patters in the thick, foggy air... The whole environment was an amazing, colorful wonderland of energetic, friendly people high as they could ever imagine, beautiful trance and techno music like Infected Mushroom, Astrix, Velvet Acid Christ, Wumpscut, 1200 Micrograms, Vibe Tribe, Funker Vogts, and so on... The waves of trippy techno music pushed the colorful light patters into each of our souls and made us blink, every blink echoing the delightful scent of patchouli and sandalwood, although the scent of marijuana was quite prevalent too.

I did feel a little upset to the stomach for a while, and had to sit down for about 15 minutes or so.  I felt slightly nauseated, and kind of light headed.  Patrick got me some water, and Mitch went and found Kami.  I think they overreacted, it was just mild nausea, but we were so highly entrenched in the experience that any possibility of a trip turning bad made everyone react proactively

we were so highly entrenched in the experience that any possibility of a trip turning bad made everyone react proactively

.  We all sat near the wall with the projected tunnels for a while, but the nausea passed.  Tommy had thrown up about an hour earlier, and Kim and William both had felt sick to their stomachs for over an hour, but nothing too intense.

Before we started to migrate back into the mass of dancing people, we passed around the bottle of Brandy and finished it.  At around 4 AM, a fist fight broke out between two guys only like 20 feet from us.  That was incredibly frightening, I thought for sure we were all going to jail that night.  Fortunately, a few partygoers broke it up, and they were both escorted out by two huge guys.

As I walked around with Kami, Mitch, and a couple from Saginaw we met, I noticed a cool pattern to how the heads of the dancers would bob in perfect rhythm with the bass line of every song, no matter how fast or slow it was.  Mitch and Kami's eyes were all pupil, and the pupils swirled with color.  Every person we talked to was in the highest or spirits, and very friendly.

By 6 AM I was starting to feel very sluggish and the trip was wearing down quickly.  My vision was still blurred, and my thoughts still raced, but my body was drained.  We bid farewell to the couple.  We started gathering up everyone, and once the whole party was present, we made our way through the now quite thin crowd, and walked back to the hotel.

While walking back, I negotiated a three way with Kami and Chelsea, so the three of us stayed in one room, then Mitch and Heather in one, and William and Patrick in the third.  Kami said she was too tired, but she was highly aroused from the ecstasy still, and it didn't take much convincing to get her to agree to it.  She and I had been in a three way about a year or so ago.  Nearly made all of us shit a brick when a Warren cop drove by, but he didn't stop or turn around, so we thanked the gods to which none of us pray, put on our sober faces and hurried back to the hotel.

When we got back, me, Kami, and Chelsea passed around another joint, which boosted the trip back up, but not even close to the intensity of what we felt in the parking garage.  After finishing it, Chelsea pushed Kami down on the bed and took off her shirt and started making out with her.  I was quite thrilled, and the strong sexual attraction I felt cannot be compared to any other time in my life.  She undressed her fully while stripping herself, and went down on her.  I stripped and performed cunnilingus on Chelsea while Kami performed felatio on me.

Without getting into too much private detail, I will end it by saying it was the best sex of my life and not one of us had any less than two orgasms.  And an orgasm on ecstasy and acid is an unexplainable feeling.

Exp Year: 2011	ExpID: 94542

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 26

Published: Apr 27, 2022	Views: 646

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LSD (2), 2C-B (52), MDMA (3) : Glowing Experiences (4), Sex Discussion (14), Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 Pharms - Lamotrigine
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00
		 36 mg
		 rectal
		 Methallylescaline
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		   T+ 6:16
		 25 mg
		 insufflated
		 2C-D
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 7:35
		   repeated
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated

		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

Trip Report MAL/LSD/[2C-M]/Cannabis/N2O

It's worth mentioning at the front I take lamotrigine for bipolar, and have for years now, it seems to play pretty nicely with serotonin psychedelics. I sadly had no experience with either MAL or 2C-D before tonight, beyond a little allergy test with the former. The latter was merely reagent tested by a bunch of tripping idiots, but the 2C-E from the same vendor checked out.

I guess a bit of the basic biographical, we're all in our thirties, fairly to extremely experienced with psychedelics, and still a fair bit foolish.

For my own part, I've been at this for about a decade and while I've learned my fair share of lessons I'm still willing to do dumb shit like rail a line of a new substance while riding the tail end of a new substance. Don't be like NC. For a quick rundown of substances and such, a lot of mushrooms from a phase in my life where I had infinite access to them, a bit where I did a inordinate amount of 2C-I, sprinkled with a bit of 2C-E, and the raver happy-go-lucky MDMA or something like it every weekend thing for a couple months in 2011. I'm still alive, but again, don't be me.

Most of the substances were shared by two others, I alone did the 2C-D/2C-M late into the trip to get things going again because one of my friends had issues with their rectal dose of MAL and was on a oral timer, and I didn't want to leave them up alone.

This would be a first for any of us on MAL, I'd reagent tested it and done a basic allergy test some weeks ago.

The trip was started in the late evening, later than intended but within the expected margin of error [this was not actually a good margin, but oh well] T=00:00 = ~19:45 for myself

I dosed 36 milligrams of MAL rectally (3ml of a 12mg/ml solution) and had a single tab of what was sold to me as 100ug gel tab LSD, which tested positive for indoles and has repeatedly delivered solid results. One of my friends did the same.

For the third, they took a clear gel tab that was supposedly 200ug, ~46mg MAL rectally [which seemed to have been absorbed by fecal matter] and within an hour of me dosing also took another ~30mg MAL orally, a 100ug paper tab, and another 300ug ALD-52 tab. Their results are not being considered for the effectiveness of this combo.

Anyway, we dosed and I *instantly* felt an intense discomfort in my rectum, far worse than when I've done amphetamine via this ROA. After enduring this for all of five minutes at the tops I had to flee to the bathroom, emerging several minutes later with whatever dose I'd be getting from the MAL committed. I'd like to avoid that in the future, and I think simply being ready for it should help!

After dosing the group split, with myself getting as comfortable as possible on my bed with a blanket and plushie, while someone else showered and the other vanished upstairs for who-knows-what. I noticed alerts within minutes from the MAL, color brightening and gut squirming, I did vomit a few times while coming up

I noticed alerts within minutes from the MAL, color brightening and gut squirming, I did vomit a few times while coming up

 I hate to admit, but it passed once I did and did not return.

In that rapidly climbing peak as the LSD and MAL competed to fill my brain, I just reflected on stillness, and the things we do to unwind and expand ourselves. It was a pretty rough come up, by most people's standards, but I found it fairly normal. It was a warm and confusing sensation, I wish I'd done the MAL on its own to compare better, but the LSD was absolutely not in the spotlight!

By the time my friend emerged from the shower and I had anyone to talk to and really *think* for, I was absolutely lit up and rapidly incoherent while... Well, my friend was still almost sober, having seemed to miss the rather capable MAL and finding the allegedly double-dosed LSD to be rather lackluster. A + or so at the most, to use the Shulgin scale. I of course being a gracious host offer ready access to my collection, and they accept to the effect of the drugs listed above.

My notes are pretty sparse, all said and done. I've not really tried to keep notes during a trip before despite having intended to for ages. Again this is a first attempt at making a 'real' trip report. Setting was at home, where my bedroom has been set up as a comfortable and well decorated space.

All of the prologue aside, the trip itself was a wild time!

[+00:00]     Swallowed the gel tab and administered the MAL rectally into a recently vacated colon. Intense discomfort and the need to defecate followed about instantly as mentioned above, and I ended up going to the restroom sooner than desired but there was still decent absorption by subjective effects.

[00:20 - 01:00]   Writhed around on my bed under a cute blanket while cuddling a plushie with a bucket near by, ended up needing said bucket on a mostly empty stomach and continued to dry heave until the come up settled down. Tremors were also experienced but these all of this is pretty typical for me.

[01:11]      Nausea started to taper off, I noted down finding music absolutely delightful and the physical sensation of playing with my pen actually distracted from note taking. Also my pen was running low on ink and I foolishly refilled it while absolutely tripping all the balls. Poor impulse control will be a theme for the night, as I got covered in the ink of course! I sadly don't recall much of the visual nature.

[02:05]     I was essentially still bed-locked tripping, barely managing to wrest myself up right long enough to note, and I quote myself here "Warm. Confused. Big like galaxy" the last of which I'm not entirely sure of but am recalling as a vaguely disassociated state with nebulous closed eye visuals. It was a good feeling in any case!

[02:26]     I notice there are currently four light sources in the room and make the mistake of mentioning this to my trekie roommate. A meme is sadly born for the night and I have to make sure to keep at least five or at most three lights running the rest of the evening. Oops.

[03:05]     "The drugs are kicking in!" - my friend who ate half a fucking milligram of acid. I messed with some of my lamps and spent the next 20 or so minutes working on fixing it.

[03:10]     Tripping on how the ink stains on my hand and how a intelligent consciousness are similar when imposed onto the basic animal flesh, while working on my light. Somewhere around here I start trying to do some flow arts and find myself very uncoordinated. I also find myself sensation horny.

[03:25]     In my sensation seeking frenzy, I went from lightly scratching myself with my nails, to using my pixel whip like a proper whip, to finding a needle and slashing the fuck out of my thigh. The literal note here is "Past me made a mistake" the mistake was mostly not getting decent consent for cutting myself, imo. Felt absolutely amazing and continued to feel good throughout the night.

Felt absolutely amazing and continued to feel good throughout the night.

 The bleeding was easy enough to stop entirely with quikclot, and I have plans to do intentional bloodplay with someone soonish.

[03:33]     I finally fixed my lights and got them synced up, there was much rejoicing.

[05:05]     I both fail to talk anyone into doing a bit of 2C-X nasally, and am not talked into it myself. "Not today, Satan!"

[06:16]     "Yes today, Satan!" I end up snorting the 25mg of 2C-M [2C-D] mentioned, it was about as bad as I remember 2C-E being from a decade ago. Honestly felt and tasted good, and I got classic 2C-Eish visuals pretty much instantly.  We kick around and chat as my friend on all the acid is still burning hard.

[07:35]     Being the resident demon and in the mood to challenge some dogma, we decide to bust out the whippets. I have a long standing ban on doing whippets because of some twitchy-twitch episodes, but did some poppers recently in another horny frenzy [this one involving a massive dragon dick] and found them enjoyable with minimal side effects. The first whippet was had with incredible trepidation, but by the fifth we were happy dogma was challenged and I wasn't left sitting out. I mused a lot of the nature of death, life and the neurological strain of drugs down in the whippet hole. A bit on "is this and has this always just been a seizure?" as it was awfully similar to when I'd get the twitchy-twitch, but those were precipitated by taking a *massive* dab and chasing it with a big balloon on N2O... Which is a solidly, entirely stupid idea one should not replicate. It helped I seemed to remain in control of my self the whole way up and down.

[08:17]     "Drugs, holy shit!!!" written after having a looping conversation that lasted at least 15 subjective minutes, in the span of a single N2O dive.

[12:10-~19:00] Reviewing trip notes, talking about how it all went. Around here we got some breakfast, I did some kinky orgasm control hypnosis play with one of my friends, and we eventually fell asleep. 'Eventually' was entirely too late which seems to be a trend with ergotamines and phenethylamines in my system.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116223

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Mar 25, 2022	Views: 1,180

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

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

		   T+ 2:00
		 150 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   78 kg

Background:

I’m currently in my second year of university. It’s nearing the end of the year and I’m already in the exam period. So many of the choices I make now seem like they will have a lasting impact on the rest of my life. I’m stressed from studying, letting my standards slip, and not being my old self. So far, I had taken 3 of my exams. As far as I could tell, I had failed my most recent one. At this point I didn’t let that bother me. I knew I had to keep my spirits high so I could continue studying. For in just two short weeks I’d be free for summer.

It was getting late and after a day in the library I was feeling like a smoke with flatmates T and M could be a good thing to relax. M rolls a perfect joint using a technique called back strapping which has the advantage that you smoke less paper. While T and I chill on the bed talking about our plans for summer.

-9pm (Smoke Weed)

We start passing the joint between us and soon I start to feel more relaxed. The joint was harsh on our throats because the weed was so damp. After passing the joint I went out to get some water to clear my throat and then I came back to smoke some more. Once the joint was out M and T went to the campus shop to get some food because they had started to get the munchies. I stayed behind and went back to my room to experience the high.

At this point I think that it’s worth noting I’m a huge fan of both Terence McKenna and Alan Watts. These two men are the whole reason I decided to jump into the world of psychedelics and start exploring consciousness. I actually feel that I can split my life into two parts. Before I found out about Terence McKenna and after I found out about Terence McKenna.

I actually feel that I can split my life into two parts. Before I found out about Terence McKenna and after I found out about Terence McKenna.

 Alan Watts too has been such an influential man on my life. His talks about Zen Buddhism are fascinating to me and now, whenever I meditate, it’s on my mind.

Earlier in the day my mind had been wandering and I had taken time to think about the possibility of dropping acid tonight. I had realised that there was enough time before my next exam, but I didn’t want to risk a day of non-studying so I decided against it. Now however, I started thinking about life. About how, so far as we can tell, it’s all there is. The things I want to do in life but I don’t do will ultimately define me. Once the end of my life comes, I don’t want to be lying on a death bed full of regrets about what could have been. Instead I want to look back and think about all the memories I have of doing things that were balls crazy. It was this exact thought that lead to me thinking that my definition of insanity would be: wanting to do something but not doing it because I am afraid of the consequences. The reason I say this is because, regardless of whether you do or don’t do the thing that you want to do, you’re still going to die. Furthermore, you’re never going to know the consequences of any action beforehand, because the amount of information that one requires to make an informed decision in any situation is infinite. Now upon thinking this I realised that I absolutely had to drop acid tonight.

-10pm (Drop Acid)

I put two tabs of acid on my tongue dosed at 100ug each and start to relax while I wait for the effects to kick in. While I am waiting I pull up a soundtrack on youtube that I love to meditate with and lie down with my headphones. It was at this point I realised that following the exact same reasoning for dropping acid I should roll tonight as well.

-10.15pm (Roll Mandy)

I went to the kitchen to get some cocoa nibs and put them in a drink of water which I drank as fast as possible to avoid the taste. (Cocoa nibs to protect the brain from oxidative stress while rolling). I came back to my room and took a food based multivitamin tablet for good measure as these too can help to protect against oxidative stress. By this point the two tabs of acid had started to break apart in my mouth so I preceded to swallow them. I started measuring out the Mandy and took about 150mg. The taste was even more bitter and chemical like than normal because I was still high from joint.

I started listening to meditation music to calm me down before everything hit. Normally I find that with acid there is a come-up period and Lucy slowly changes my perception so that I can see things from a new light. Colours are very beautiful at first and emotions are increased exponentially.

-10.20 (Acid Kicks In)

This time however, the acid come up simply went from 0 to 100 in the space of a moment in time. One moment I wasn’t tripping and the next I was. This wasn’t scary and at the time I didn’t even think about it.

I started hearing voices from behind me but I didn’t pay close attention to what they were saying because I was listening to the meditation music with my headphones on. It sounded like a lot of laughter and a bit of a party. I assumed that the voices were coming from outside as I had my window open but my curtains were shut. The voices I could hear slowly grew louder until they were just as loud as regular speech. It was at this point when I wondered where the voices that I could hear were really coming from. I took off my headphones and looked at curtains for the source of the voices I was hearing. As I lifted my gaze higher and higher I could hear the voices getting ever clearer and I started paying more attention to the content inside them. I started looking at the corner of my room and it was at this point they realised that I could hear them!

It was my grandads voice, my father’s voice, my mothers, my sisters. It was the voices of everyone that I loved and cared about. The people whose lives I had affected the most by spending my time with them. My father and grandfather were the first to realise that I could hear them. My father shouted, “look up son”. I was already looking in the top corner of my room but I realised that this wasn’t good enough so I averted my gaze and looked directly up. At this point, all of the voices started laughing and cheering, they were so happy that I could finally hear them.

All of the people, that I love and care about. All of the people that love and care about me. Told me how much they love me for everything that I am and everything that I do. We had a conversation, about how happy they were, about what I had become with my beliefs and acting the way I want to be. After the conversation, I could hear M and T coming back from getting food.

 -10.25 (M and T came back with food)

My loved ones told me to start cleaning the Mandy off my desk and put away the acid strip because M and T would be coming back any moment. I rushed to clean everything up so that I could go chill with them once they got back. Once I had finished cleaning I felt the need to take a piss, so I went to the toilet, but I got distracted by something and started looking at myself in the mirror. Immediately I noticed the size of my pupils and how the normal bloodshot red colour of my eyes after smoking weed wasn’t really present. As I tried to focus on the centre of my eye my head started warping and features on my face became greatly accentuated. The spots on my face went bright red and started growing exponentially in size while my face became distorted, changed colour, and didn’t fit together the right way. I really didn’t like seeing my face this way and it was this experience that spooked me for the rest of the night.

From this point onwards I have absolutely no track of time whatsoever

I filled up my cup with water from the tap in my shower room and drank it. After drinking the water, the voices told me to stand in the shower. I started taking off my clothing but they told me it wasn’t necessary, so with my pj’s half on half off I got into the shower. They told me to look up at the head of the shower and open my mouth. I followed their instructions but nothing happened so I started to get scared and quickly got out the shower. Soon I started noticing the general mess that my shower room was in and my mind started making it worse than it actually was. I started seeing small yellow dots all around the room which transformed into hundreds of spiders and I realised that I couldn’t leave the shower room because if I opened the door they would get into my bedroom. I still had my clothes half on and half off when I reached for the towel for protection from the spiders. I started shivering uncontrollably. Wherever I looked in the room, on every wall, there were hundreds of spiders and insects. There was even a massive one sitting on the toilet. I realised at that point that my mind was trying to teach me not to be afraid of spiders anymore and I knew that if I sat on the largest spider, that was sitting on the toilet, they would all disappear. I simply could not do it. I was shivering too much and in too much of a panic. I fell to my knees destroyed by what I had become and started wondering why I could hear the voices.

I knew that I went into my shower room at 10.25 and when I came out it was 4.00am. The hours I spent inside the shower room felt like hell. I started going serious mental loops that became impossible to break out of.

The loop started like this: At first, I would realise that I had just completed a loop, so I would start laughing because I had been doing the same thing over and over. Then the realisation that I was stuck in the loop and could not break it would come over me. I would then forget completely that I was even in a loop and figure that each thing that I was doing was the first time I had done it. I would end up in some corner of the shower room doing one of four things dependent on what part of the loop I had gone to. I don’t exactly remember what each of the four things where, but one of them was the feeling like I was unzipping my skin from the top of my head downwards. Another was throwing up an entity out of myself that had taken control of me. After one loop ended, another loop would start again and take me to one of the other 3 endings. Each time I completed a loop the next loop was a little bit faster and I realised that once the loops sped up fast enough I would be able to remember all four endings at the same time and break the loop. The loop started changing once I could remember all four endings and for the first time I managed to leave my shower room. (Without the fear of spiders getting into my bedroom). I was still looping but now there were different endings. I had thought that once I was out of the room it would stop completely, but now I realised I was going to have to experience death for it to all stop.

The final loop took me to the corner of my bedroom with my body pressed against the floor and my head buried into the carpet. Feeling shattered and scared to die. All of the time that I had been looping my connection to the voices of the spirit world had been broken. Now however, upon dying, the connection came back. My family and loved ones cheered and welcomed me back as I died but my time with them was short lived and soon I was forced back into my body. My experience of death was not painful, it was nothing, no different to life.

I woke up, born again, finally out of the looping and with a sigh of relief I vowed not to go back into the shower room no matter what happened tonight. I put on some clothes and sat down in my chair trying to process all of the things that had just happened to me, but I was finding it too difficult to concentrate because I was still tripping. I realised I had to go for a walk to calm myself down and have time to think.

-4.00am

I started getting my jacket ready and put in my earphones. I put my shoes on and left the building. Immediately I started feeling better for being outside and not stuck in my room. I realised that I had been sweating and my body was feeling really hot. Upon being outside the trip started making a turn for the better.

As I was walking I went into a mind of my own and forgot that I was human. I started thinking that I was this cartoon like creature which I used to dream about when I was a baby. (The creature was only one dimensional, I don’t even know how to explain it other than like a full stop). Somehow, I was accessing memories that I didn’t even know I had. After being that creature I got upgraded into a two dimensional being. To describe what I thought I was, when I was little I had my name written on my bedroom door and of of the letters of my name, L, is what I became. It was all making so much sense to me that life was just these little cartoon creatures with no worries in the world. Whenever a car or person walked past me I would remember I was human again and started saying to myself “what the fuck” over and over. I did not understand how I could forget that I was human but somehow, I still kept doing it.

Once I started walking back, I walked back though the field, instead of on the pavement. My shoes ended up wet and the bottoms of my trousers were soaked through too. My face was still clammy from sweat and I was still feeling hot. As I stepped into my flat I walked past a guy and girl from the floor above me. The girl looked at my sweaty face and my soaked trousers and boots and then gave her guy friend a look of terror. I tried to get past them as quickly as possible and back to my room.

-5.00am/6.00am

I could feel that the trip was getting less intense now and from this moment onwards, nothing too out of the ordinary happened. I got ready for bed and put back on my meditation music while I started to relax. I stayed up for a further 2 hours processing my thoughts before, finally, I could get some sleep.

I have purposely made it this trip report long as to explain everything that I went through in the best detail that I could. If this report manages to help anyone at all with a difficult trip in the future then it’ll be worth it. I have to say that the turning point of my trip was looking at myself in the mirror very early on before the peak. I think if I had not done this the trip would have been completely different.

I feel that writing out the trip has helped me to remember different aspects of it and has helped me to process it in my mind. I now feel more equipped to put it behind me.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110626

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: May 4, 2022	Views: 564

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		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 3 - 4 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

It was 2021 at a furry convention in Florida. I was still kinda new to using LSD and had managed to score some hits from a friend of mine that I was saving for the convention. At the time I was only interested in the drug as a party aid so I was intending to just have a really good time on it. I had only tripped twice before this.

At the time I was only interested in the drug as a party aid so I was intending to just have a really good time on it. I had only tripped twice before this.

 I was sharing a suite with my two friends Mitchel and Evan (Names changed for privacy). Evan knows me well and knew I was planning on dropping at some time during the con. Mitchell we didn't tell because we didn't know what his views on substances like psychedelics where. For the entire trip he thought I was just drunk and high and never mentioned anything, but a year later we told him and he thought it was funny, so it turned out to be fine.

Anyways, we all went to the dance competition and sat together to watch the show. Looking at the time, I felt like it was the right time to dose. I lean over to Evan and tell him that I wanna drop and I'm going to go to the bathroom to do it.

18:00 - I excuse myself to the bathroom which was right around the corner. I pick a stall and pull some tin foil out of my pocket, which contained two paper tabs of 100ug LSD each. I pop them underneath my tongue then head back to the show.

18:40 - The sequin vest of the host began to get shinier and shinier, the multicolored reflective vest seemed to assault my eyes every time he turned or moved in a certain direction. The music and cheering started to get a little loud and uncomfortable. Evan must have noticed that I was starting to feel uncomfortable and suggested that we leave the competition early which we did.

19:00 - At this point time dilation really started kicking in for some reason. Maybe because there was so much going on that it was difficult to focus my attention on anything. All the suits looked brighter and more stunning some people really looked like mythical beasts in their outfits. I remember walking by someone who had a long green shiny scaled metal tail that to me looked like a massive snake ready to jump at me at any moment. I clung closely to Evan as we walked past but I couldn't take my eyes away from it, as if I had to make sure it wasn't going to attack as we made our way past the man wearing it.

We walked around the convention for a while, meeting people and taking pictures of all the awesome fursuits. I'm not sure how long we spent doing this, but something, maybe all the people and noise and craziness going on started to make me feel very anxious and like I needed to get away for a while until the peak subsided a bit. So I told Evan that I wanted to go back to the suite and it turned out that he and Mitchell were already thinking about going back to put on their fursuits, so we headed back~

20:00 (Approx) – We got back into the suite and Mitchell and Evan offered me a couple of mixed drinks. I honestly don't remember how many I drank. I only remember being offered some drinks and every time I looked down at my glass I had already drunk it. This happened maybe 3 or 4 times. At some point during the time when Evan was preparing me drinks and Mitchell was cooking some pasta for us to eat, I had glanced at the tri-sectional painting above the couch on the wall. It was one of those generic landscape paintings you find in any typical hotel room, only to me, the painting looked like a view of a Scottish moor from the parapets of a medieval castle. I could see the clouds billowing in the sky, the grass and trees swaying in the breeze, I could literally feel the wind blowing through my hair and clothes. I must have stared unflinchingly at this painting for at least 11 minutes while Evan was trying to get me to refocus my attention on something else so that Mitchell didn't think there was anything wrong with me. At some point, Mitchell stepped away from the kitchen to go to the porch to smoke. When he saw me he says "Is there something wrong with the painting?"

I'm suddenly pulled out of it. "Oh...uh, no, its just that...I'm just now noticing it."

"Oh, yeah, it's a pretty shitty painting."

Which to be fair, it was and Mitchell is actually a very accomplished college educated artist, so if he says its shitty, then it's probably true. I went back and looked at the picture again when I was completely sober and yeah, my mind had made up a lot of fantastic detail for that thing.

I sat down on the couch and took another drink from Evan. We flipped through the channels on the television until we found a John Wick movie which was playing. I don't know which one, but there was a scene where he was shooting a machine gun and the gun just kept firing and firing and firing and the brass just kept hitting the deck over and over and over again and I started to get really panicky and started to have bad thoughts about some of my experiences in the service. Evan was too engrossed in the movie to notice me, so without saying a word I quietly reached for the remote and changed the channel.

Evan: "Oh, was that too much for you?" Me: "Yeah, I think that's just too violent for me to handle right now."

We kept changing the channels until we found a channel that was playing men's water polo. This immediately calmed me down and made me feel better. Evan started making funny jokes and observations about the game and the players which made me laugh and lifted my mood greatly.

21:00 (Approx) – Mitchell finished preparing the food. It was some kind of farfalle shaped pasta. The kind that look like little bows. I couldn't make out much else of what was in it because the entire contents of the bowl where quivering and writhing. I must have stared at it for about a minute or two before Mitchell says "If you don't like it, I can make you something else."

"No, no, it looks good, I'm just a little high" I managed to say a little nervously. I didn't want him to be offended. The food actually tasted delicious.

After we ate, Mitchell and Evan decided to put on their fursuits and go back out into the convention. They wanted me to suit up with them, but I was really beginning to peak. My body felt bloated with anxiety and I was too uncoordinated and dazed to suit up by myself, so I said that I would suit up with them later.

As we walked to the main convention area, we passed by a portion of sidewalk with a colony of snails. I stopped for a few seconds to watch them, I was so enthralled by them. It looked like they had a little society and a village down there. I couldn't stop for too long, Mitchell and Evan couldn't see me very well when they where both inside their fursuits and I was afraid I would get left behind. Mitchell was in a full German Shepard suit and Evan was in an Otter partial suit. (Just the head tails and paws)

When we entered the main convention space the first thing we see, is a GIANT PINK ANIME SNAIL! WHAT!? I was shook. Was this snail from the village of snails I just saw? Was this giant snail even real?

Mitchell and Evan immediately accosted him begging for a photo. It was a really well made and detailed snail suit. The snail put a blue chip in his mouth (I learned later that it was a small portable cooling fan for his head) and posed with them for a photo which I had to take. I have no idea how I managed to operate Mitchell's phone in my current state but I did.

We then went straight to the inflate panel where Mitch and Evan completely immersed themselves in this room full of giant inflatable animals. They began to jump on them, playing with them and posing for pictures with giant zebras, giraffes, whales and unicorns.

The room took on a kind of gross amber/pink hue, it was really crowded and warm because of all the people. The air felt thick and the wobbling inflatable animals was making me feel like I was in a giant room full of Jello. The whole experience was making me feel dizzy and nauseous so I stepped out into the hallway for a minute. I instantly felt better, but every time I went back into the inflate panel room I felt nauseous again, so I decided to let my two boy friends play and left to wander the convention on my own.

At this time there wasn't very many people around so I didn't feel anxious at all, just kinda bored and like I didn't wanna waste my trip being sick in a room full of giant jello animals

I didn't feel anxious at all, just kinda bored and like I didn't wanna waste my trip being sick in a room full of giant jello animals

, so I just started to wander into convention rooms at random looking for an interesting panel to enjoy while tripping.

The first room I entered was the tabletop and card gaming room There was a table full of people discussing a D&amp;D campaign but it was the least exciting part of the game. They where talking about equipment and gear and statistics and numbers and planning and it felt like a bunch of orcs and elves sitting around a table discussing business. So boring, so I left.

The next room I entered was the media room. It was a dark room with a television that plays various furry themed movies, shows, or cartoons. When I opened the door it looked like a long dark hallway with a small screen at the end playing a creepy old black and white cartoon. There where a bunch of chairs and dozens of eyes peered back at me from those chairs, indignantly wondering who it was that let the light in. I slowly and sheepishly closed the door and backed away. I wanted nothing to do with that room.

I walked further down the hallway and began to hear a faint thumping. I could feel it in my chest. Curious, I walked closer. The thumping was coming from a door which suddenly swung open to reveal a black portal with many multicolored lights mostly red and purple emanating from it. Furries where exiting this portal. I was intrigued. I couldn't stop myself from walking through this portal. As some furries where coming out of it, I slipped through and I was transported to a completely different universe.

I was in the middle of a rave with dazzling lights, electric sounds and all manner of dogs, wolves, cats, bunnies, raccoons and other furries throbbing on the dance floor.

"OMG", I thought..."This is where I need to be...This is furry heaven and furry heaven is a bunch of furries dancing in a rave for for all time! Of course it is! It makes perfect sense that this would be the case!"

But when I looked down at my hands, my boring, pathetic human hands then I looked up at the furry crowd, I felt like I didn't belong here. Like I was in the wrong heaven, like if I stayed I would be ostracized or ejected from the place and shunned forever. I knew what I had to do. I had to leave and come back as my fursona. That's the only way I can truly stay here and be accepted!

I don't know how I got back to the room so fast, but the trip back was a blur. I never told Mitchell and Evan what I was up to, luckily they where so distracted while playing in the room with the big inflatable animals that they didn't even realize I had left them until I was suited up.

22:00 (Approx) - When I had arrived back in the suite, I went strait for my furry kit and put on my head, tail, paws and my black gothic dress for the rave. I am a black mongoose with purple stripes. I checked myself in the mirror. I felt sexy, confident and ready for anything! I am the Mongoose! I remembered that I still had one of those small discrete metal pipes which I had already pre-packed with weed, so I took it to the balcony and smoked it before putting my head on and zipped back to the rave. I passed by Mitch and Evan as they where heading back to the suite. The expressions on their faces was that of surprise and confusion. They thought that I had only stepped away for a minute and now here I am in front of them in a completely new outfit as if I had changed in some quick anime magical girl transformation sequence in the bathroom or something.

Evan had to take Mitch back to the room because he was overheating and not feeling well. I said ok and that I was going to the rave. We parted ways knowing where to find each other.

23:00 (Approx) - At the Rave I had lost all sense of time and place, I had lost myself to the throng of furries, gyrating and grinding to the music and the lights. I felt like I was there for forever, like I had always been there, like this amazing party will never end. This was my new reality. At some point I got lost staring into the lights while in the middle of the dance floor and a handsome noble pure white wolf came to check on me and make sure that I was ok. He pulled me out of the confusion I felt at that moment. I told him I was ok, just a little high and we started dancing for a while.

Suddenly my dress pocket started to vibrate. I pulled out my phone. It was Evan, he was having trouble finding me. I said "Tell me where you are and I will find you" I had to bring him here with me. He had to experience Furry heaven. He was in that sad, depraved, human world and I had to rescue him from it!

I felt like an angel flying down from heaven with Righteous purpose. I found him in the hallway and swooped him up, taking him back to the rave with me, back to furry heaven where we stayed and danced for an eternity~

02:00 (Approx) – The rave was winding down everything was about to end, An exhausted Mongoose and her Otter companion made their way back to the suite. I was still tripping, but I was so physically exhausted that I couldn't do anything but take off my suit toss my dress on the floor and slink into the hotel bathtub for a nice hot steamy 2 hour long bath. During that time I felt like I was on literal clouds, heck I felt like I WAS a cloud, just a happy little cloud enjoying a nice bath. It was better than a spa day.

04:00 (Approx) – The boys were already asleep. When I came out of the bath, I realized that I had left the TV on in my room. An episode of Rick and Morty was playing. It was the one where Rick goes into Bird Person's memory. The synth-wave song in that episode was lit. I watched it for a while then went to bed soon after~

I woke up the next day feeling content and refreshed. I made breakfast for my friends and we spent the last day of the con just relaxing and checking out various panels.

That was the end of my trip. It was only the third time I had ever tripped on LSD and it really made the convention experience that day the best I had ever had. I learned that I can handle low doses pretty well even in crowded environments, especially if I'm with my good friends or with good people and good vibes. This is definitely something which I will do again and the whole overall experience was simply magical~

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 116569

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 28

Published: Sep 15, 2022	Views: 441

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

		   T+ 0:00
		 700 mg
		 oral
		 Theanine

		   T+ 0:00
		 400 mg
		 oral
		 Aniracetam

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 0:00

		 buccal
		 Nicotine

		   T+ 0:00
		 10 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Diazepam

		   T+ 12:00
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Quetiapine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   67 kg

LSD, Aniracetam and Agomelatine

I had procured three tabs of acid from a friend and while I absolutley love to trip the motivations behind this particular one were more nuanced. Having a Cannabis Use Disorder I relied on acid and other psychedelics to regenerate my brain when the weed had slowly made a vegetable out of me since the last time I had tripped.

I had been taking agomelatine for several weeks and had been smoking weed heavily all day every day for a year

I had been taking agomelatine for several weeks and had been smoking weed heavily all day every day for a year

 when I made the mistake of trying the combination of my two favourite drugs in the world at the time: LSD and aniracetam for potentiating. For breakfast I had a cup of decaff and a whole lambs brain scrambled into three chicken eggs. I took only 400mg of aniracetam and 700 mg of L-theanine mixed in olive oil for solubility (I still use L-theanine every day and had for years previously, around three grams of it). Then I took one tab of LSD.

I went out to walk around the city as that was my favourite activity to engage in while tripping  on one tab. After about an hour or so of walking up and down the main streets amongst the bustling crowds I started to realize that the trip was going to be far far more intense than I had anticipated. I often get very lecherous while on acid and I can't be sure if this actually happened or it did but I misinterpreted it but I most certainly had a sultry look on my face and I was enjoying safely observing all the beautiful women I passes at a distance while they went about their business and at one point an older woman who I was staring at as I passed her by met my eyes and held them and gave me a little wink and a grin as we passed. I kept walking past her perplexed and a little excited but I knew at that point that I had to go home or I would lose control very soon. When I arrived home some time later I began smoking cones and masturbating in my bed to pornography.

The pleasure this elicited was overwhelming and I didn't want to stop despite after three or four hours feeling rather disgusted with myself and artificial, like I was an animal without free will that responded only to impulses and I feared that my conscious mind that differed from this animal was slipping into the background condemned to observation without action. Each time I came I convulsed into my groin and each was the most intensely euphoric orgasm I had ever had (previous ones of this calibre had also involved acid). I had a few pieces of 4mg nicotine gum and they were pleasurable but gave me mild headaches thereafter. Then I stopped masturbating and began to get very paranoid though I kept it contained within. I felt that I could sense the presence of my housemates upstairs in their rooms like I had mental tendrils that revealed malevolent forces and I thought about how this was the nature of a certain kind of paranoia. I began writing down my troubles and trying to examine where I was now in my life and what I needed to change, partly because I was compelled to and partly because I believed that that would be the best way to mitigate and learn from a so called "bad trip". I made a lot of progress in that room under that strain.

I looked over at the painting my friend had done and given me. It was a very detailed graffiti-esque painting and suddenly I could see all the details and all the little drawings of eyes and faces hidden behind other aspects of the painting I hadn't noticed before. The drawings began to wiggle and dance off of the canvas and when I focused on them they seemed to have an endless depth in the same way a long street looks endless when your tripping. I saw all sorts of faces and the backs of heads slowly turning around and grinning devilishly. It seemed endless and constantly renewing with more and more intricate discoveries made the longer I stared. At one point I made crazy faces into a mirror for a while. I felt like I was going mad.

I was drinking decaff and had turned to drawing when the pressure seemed to increase even more as I thought that would be the best activity suited and was inspired by the painting. I did some drawings I later published and am rather proud of. At one point I got up to use the toilet and was so out of it I walked in on my housemate pissing (no lock on the door) and just stood there staring at him confused out of my mind and for several seconds totally unaware of what was happening. He looked up at me with his cock in his hands and laughed. I was taken aback and apologized but he began making jokes to my other housemates about what had happened. He was saying I was gay and laughing at me, I told them I was tripping and it was an accident, I was freaking out a lot but trying to keep my cool and I went back to my room and kept drawing and thought a lot about that and about psychosis and how I didn't want to have it. There was a table across my room completely decorated by graffiti tags another friend who was a meth user had done and stimulated as much as I was I suddenly felt that I understood how he was feeling while he did that repetitive action over and over again while using his drug of choice. Eventually I took 10mg of diazepam which didn't help a lot and after 12 hours and no sleep (weed didn't help obviously while on acid, though I kept smoking it) I took a quetiapine and some Magnesium L-Threonate and slept.

I didn't realize it until later but I had been tipped into hypomania by the trip and had to stop taking agomelatine and take olanzapine for two weeks. In the next month I did many reckless things while hypomanic and many extraordinarily pleasurable things also, though it ended in the edge of what might have been a paranoid psychotic episode which forced me to quit my heavy cannabis habit and replace it with abstinence.

I am very grateful for this experience despite its difficulty and risk. I can't be sure what exactly was the cause and nor could the psychiatrists because of poly drug use. The aniracetam I feel made me remember the trip in near perfect detail and I would like to do the combination again but with more precautions in mind and no agomelatine or cannabis or nicotine despite the risk.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116656

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Sep 17, 2022	Views: 776

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