		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 4:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 6:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

This story is about my first experience on acid. I wouldn't call it a bad trip, but it definitely wasn't what I was expecting. My only thought through most of the trip was, 'This is it? This is what all the fuss over acid is about?' If circumstances under which I got the acid had been different (I didn't have to pay for all of the hits), I would have thought it a waste, but as it is, I'm chalking this one up as a learning experience of what to do and not do on LSD. This is very long, and I may ramble, so stay with me.

I came across my first hits of acid last Wednesday after finding out that someone had taken a $35 hit of X that I had been saving for the weekend. My roommate asks if there's anything he can do to help make it right again, and after a day of deliberation, I asked for 2 hits of the acid he'd been tripping on ('testing') the night before. Each hit was a drop on an altoid mint (I'm not sure of the exact dosage, but my roommate had taken 8 with no ill effects, just a mad trip). I put them in the freezer (this may not have been a good idea), and waited till the next day, Fry-day.

Friday came, I went through all my classes, and came home ready to trip. I took both hits immediately after entering the room, at about 4:00 PM. Some friends showed up, and a couple bowls of weed were passed around. I passed the pipe without hitting a few times, telling myself that the weed was only entertainment until the acid kicked in, and that I didn't want to get stoned to sleep before it really hit. We finished the bowls, went to dinner, and headed to R's room to roll a blunt and listen to some music. By this time, it was 5:00, T +1:00, and I was kinda wondering if I was gonna feel anything soon. A, my roommate, pulled out money he was collecting from various people for shrooms, and grumbled that he was one hit of acid short of the money needed to buy 6g for three people. Not feeling my acid at the moment, and wondering if I would, I forked over for one more hit, which he kept until I was sure that the two hits I'd had weren't going to be enough.

The blunt got rolled, and 6 of us went for a ride in ST's truck. I got the bed in 40-degree weather, but this turned out to be not so bad. I felt something start to kick in on the way to the lake. Everything looked a little brighter than usual, and looking around the side of the cab into the wind had a refreshing feel to it. I'd just hold my head there as we drove to the lake, going about 55 in some places, just savoring the feeling of the wind in my hair and face. It wasn't cold or painful, nor did I have trouble breathing, all of which would have been the case had I been sober.

Upon reaching the lake (it's more of a reservoir, little more than a pond really), I got out and walked over to a bridge. I noticed a pipe pumping water into the reservoir. After being given a charge from the blunt, I noticed that the pipe suddenly sounded as if the sound was being focused through a tunnel toward my ears, and it sounded as if it were farther away than I really was. ST asked if I was frying yet, and I told him about the water pipe, to which he just smiled and chuckled.

After a couple more hits, we get back in the truck and head home. This ride was a little less pleasant; I had slowly been getting colder, and ST took the long way around to get back to the dorm. As we approached the dorm in the car, I looked away from it for a second and out of the corner of my eye saw that the building was highlighted in purple. I blinked and looked back, but the illusion was gone. It bummed me for a second, but then I thought, hey, at least it's starting to work.

This was about T +2:00, or 6:00 PM. My friends split up two ways, one to go score the shrooms, the other to do some more legal errands. I headed to my friend CD's room and watched some of a movie. I was feeling the effects, but I didn't want to just fry (get high), I wanted to trip (visuals and losing contact with reality). I found that I had to concentrate somewhat to hear and understand what was being said. I could focus on one thing or person and hear it/him/her, but everything else was a wash of sound that my brain acknowledged and then discarded. This, I now know, is when it really started to hit, but the thought was still back in my head that nothing was happening. If I didn't concentrate on anything, I just zoned out a little and let the world go by. Some of my friends came by and asked if I was getting anything yet. I felt fucked up, but I really wasn't seeing anything, so I said no, I wasn't getting much.

At about T +4:00, I headed back to my room. My roommate was there, and asked if I was getting anything yet. My response was that I felt little if anything. A gave me that third altoid I had bought, and I dropped it. A short while later, A took off again. He grabbed some of his friends and went to a keg party where some more acid was going around, but I didn't know this at the time.

I headed to my friend J's room and chilled with his roommate Y and a couple of his friends, whom I didn't know. I found a seat and watched the comedy channel on the TV for a while. Again, I had to concentrate on the TV to understand anything, and my attention span was brief. I remember the commercials more than the actual show. People came and went, and I got a little uneasy at this. No one would stay put! People I didn't know came in, sat, and talked with others in the room. I couldn't keep track of the conversation, coming as it was from three people. I began to feel a little nervous, and decided that I would head to my own room and chill for a while. This wasn't far past T +5:00, 9:00 PM, and I was really feeling the effects, though I couldn't make myself believe that I was high. I was still disappointed with the trip thus far, interrupted and uneventful to me as it was.

In my own room, I just couldn't get comfortable, no matter where I stood, sat, leaned, or lay down. I knew better than to try to sleep, and wasn't tired anyway, but I was just so bored and on-edge. None of the songs I had on my computer or could find seemed to match the mood, and some made me start to feel bad before I turned them off. I walked down the hall across the dorm to a friend's room, and while passing through a dark section of hallway, the door frames on the sides of the hall were highlighted in purple, with dim purple tracers as I moved past them. I tried this a few more times through the night, but the effect didn't change or increase, and it lost its novelty after a few times. The friend wasn't home, so eventually I went back to my own room, put some standup comedy clips into the player, turned off the lights in my room, and lay in my bunk. The ceiling fan became the center of my attention. It cast a shadow from the light of my computer screen, which was the only light in the room save a few LEDs on the stereo. I looked at it, and found that it appeared to be off, in that I could see all four blades frozen in place, but there was a blur behind it, and the shadow was unaffected, so I knew the fan was on. I started to relax a little, knowing now that I could keep a grip on reality, and started to play mind games, trying to control what I was seeing. I concentrated on the fan for a while, and the four frozen blades started to slowly turn, slowly, then faster. I imagined the fan slowing down, and lo and behold, it did.

I grew bored with this eventually, as it wasn’t as real as I thought it would be, and closed my eyes to see what kind of closed-eye visuals I could have. I think I can best describe it as looking through a kaleidoscope, where everything is reflected in a series of triangles, but only being able to focus on one or two triangles of space at a time. Dim patterns moved across my eyes, heading to different points, but when I concentrated, these dim patterns started to fall into place as the kaleidoscope I have described, but I could only see one triangle in space at a time. Cool, but still not too real. When am I gonna see real visuals? I refused to believe that the acid was really doing anything until I saw these things.

I opened my eyes and turned my attention back to the ceiling fan. I was starting to get lost in it again, when the lights turned on. A was back with a mutual friend, K. This was, I think, the biggest and most jarring interruption of a drug trip I have ever experienced. I'm in a very dark, quiet room, staring at a ceiling fan with two 60-watt bulbs on it, when all of a sudden those bulbs flash in my eyes, the room door bangs against the wall, and A walks in saying 'What the fuck are you doing in bed?'

I was slightly annoyed, not at A, but at the blind spot on my eyes. Even now (the next morning), when I close my eyes, I still see those dim tracers from being light-flashed. I wasn't too peeved at A at the time though, because I didn't think he had interrupted anything incredibly important or cool. I climbed down from my bunk and chilled with A and K for a while. This was about T +6:00, 10:00. K, after looking at me, proclaimed that I was tripping and just didn't know it. Hearing her say that brought back the fucked-up feeling that had left me when the lights turned on, but I was concentrating on A and K too much to enjoy any feelings I got.

The rest of A's friends from the kegger show up, including three people I don't know. One of them saw that I was getting a little uneasy, and sat down next to me, introducing herself. I returned the greeting, and then relaxed and just stared at her, not in a sexual way, but just focused on her face smiling at me. It occurred to me at one point that I was probably annoying her somewhat, but she'd had a few beers and a few hits of acid, as well as a little weed just then. She was feeling really good, but told us that the cocktail wasn't giving her any visuals or hallucinations. Same here. I shifted my gaze to K, who was laying back on the bed behind me and SH. She was pretty much sober, and got a little wierded out from my constant gaze. Another friend with acid showed up, and after hearing me describe my high, he gave me a tongue hit straight from the dropper. I thought, 'Finally, I'm going to trip!'

People kept coming and going, guys escorting girls to the bathroom, guys going themselves, people leaving to find another couple. Again, this started to make me uneasy. Why couldn't everyone just stay put and be fucked up? Why did they always have to go get themselves lost searching for someone who came back 5 minutes after the search party left? Everyone will be back eventually. Eventually, everyone did come back, collecting those who had passed out on the floor of my room, and then suddenly, everyone was getting ready to go. Where? I had no idea. A left with K and some of her friends, and I was alone again.

I downloaded some of Paul Oakenfold's music, put my headphones on, and started the visualization on my computer. I wanted to stay awake until I could tell if that third hit kicked in, or until I was just too tired to stay awake and wait, which was what I felt I had been doing all night. I found myself getting lost in the visualizations, but whenever I wanted, I could look away, and the rest of the room would be normal, if a bit dark. At 4:00 AM, 12 hours after dropping the first two altoids, I looked around and said to myself, 'forget it. I'm too tired to enjoy this', as I climbed into my bunk and tried to get comfy.

I looked at the ceiling fan for a while, then closed my eyes. Sleep was a while coming to me, as I still couldn't get comfortable. I would be too hot in one place and too cold in another. Finally, I looked at the clock, which read 4:40 AM, and closed my eyes. In my mind's eye, I saw me, but this vision of me was full of static and distortion, as if it had been cut out of a TV picture with bad reception. I followed myself through a hallway. The hall was brightly lit, but my vision was dim and clouded. The walls looked beige and yellow, with no features to them, and it occurred to me that this was my floor in the dorm, but without any doors, stairs, or other features that would make it recognizable as such. I followed me until I came to a point in the hallway where there should be a water fountain, but instead there was a file cabinet. The vision opened the drawer to reveal that it was full of videocassettes. He selected one, looked at it, then picked up another and another. He looked at me, and I saw a fiendish grin cross his face. The last thing I remember of that scene was thinking that I'm in for one hell of a ride.

Beyond that, I don't remember anything except for two fleeting scenes. The first was of a female friend, C, and her boyfriend ST, curled up together on a bean bag in a dimly-lit room. I could recognize it as a dorm room, but I couldn't tell whose it was. The entire scene was very dim and fuzzy, and presented to me in shades of dark blue. I was not really in a room with them, that much is certain. My view was always of those two on the bean bag, but my point of view was constantly changing, rapidly, yet smoothly. This scene fades, and another eventually takes its place. This one was of another person sleeping in another style of dorm room. I floated closer, and the last I remember of this scene is seeing a strand of blone hair run from her bangs, over her shoulder, and into the blanket, and realizing that I was looking at K. Immediately after I realized this, the scene faded from my mind and I can remember nothing further.

I became aware of reality again at about 8:30 the next morning, in the form of my alarm clock going off and a garbage truck starting a ruckus emptying the dumpster not far from my window. I ackowledged that I was back, thought 'that was it?', and promptly fell asleep again.

I woke again at 10:30 to my roommate's phone ringing. He answered it and prepared to leave. When he saw that I was awake, he asked how my trip went. I could not give him a straight answer. I told him about seeing myself and the videos, and he's convinced I tripped, but I'm still not sure. I was looking for something different than the experience LSD gave me. I was looking for trippy visuals and hallucinations showing me the key to the dark (or light) side of my imagination. Instead, I just felt fucked up and disappointed for most of the night. In retrospect, trying to trip was the last thing I wanted to do if I wanted to trip. The uneasy feeling of people entering and leaving, as well as the interruption in the middle of a minor trip, also contributed to a no-show for the high I was after. Next time I do acid, I'll try and keep 'this is it?' out of my thoughts. Maybe I'll replace it with 'it gets better'.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5087

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2002	Views: 11,020

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 7:00
		 2 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

This is a recollection of the first time a trip went bad for me.  I had tripped before several times (once even taking 8 hits) and I had done fine.  Acid visuals were always something that I could control and the trip never took me into places I didn't want to go.  I took five hits at 5:00 P.M. and proceeded to have a very excellent trip.  At midnight I got home from going out to eat with my friends, and I was looking for a quick way to get to sleep so I smoked two bowls.  My intentions were to see what it was like smoking while on LSD, and then fall promptly to sleep.  That was definitely not what happened.

The first time I lost reality I was gone before I even realized it.  I had fallen down on my bed to go to sleep, and let the closed-eye visuals take me where they wanted.  I opened my eyes to my dark room, and I couldn't make out what was in front of my face.  The visuals had turned into a full-screen movie that played over and over as I tried to focus on my surroundings.  I saw people from my past doing things that I had seen them do, random tasks, but they wouldn't stop and I began to get afraid.  Not only was I seeing these movie images, but I had this out-of-body feeling like I was lying on them and looking down at them.  I noticed that in the there was supposed to a pillow in the place my eyes were currently focused on, and I was filled with this feeling of horror at not being able to see it.  At that point I could feel myself on the precipice between sanity and insanity, and falling fast.  I began mumbling to myself 'Where's my pillow, it's supposed to be here, where is it?'.

All this was happening so fast that I thought I could lose myself before I had a chance to think.  Thoughts were blurring through my head at speeds I had never known.  For some reason saying the word 'pillow' had the effect of crystalizing the pillow, allowing me to see it without the movie-visuals taking me away again.  This helped a lot, so I began repeating the words 'That's my pillow, I can see it, it's a pillow' over and over again.  Then I saw my dresser, recognised it, and repeated it's name over and over.  For some reason the repetition of the names of physical objects really anchored me to reality, so I began wandering through the house, speaking the names of things and thinking about that their uses were.  For some reason when I was tripping and beginning to lose it, remembering trivial data from my life helped a lot.  I ate 20 Oreos merely because I had thought about eating Oreos earlier, and 'earlier' at that time meant 'sane' to me.

Another thing I am grateful for is music.  If I had not put a Led Zeppelin CD on repeat as soon as I realized I was having a bad trip, I don't know if I would have been able to contain myself.  The music was very soothing, and the fact that I knew some of the songs had the effect of keeping me centered on what was real and what was not real.  I spent most of two hours trying to control my trip and go to sleep.

A tip to those who are 'losing it' in an acid trip:  I was very good to anchor myself to reality.  For some reason recalling random facts about my life reminded me what sanity was like.  For instance, mentioning the fact that my toothpaste is what I put on my toothbrush over and over can center me when I don't know where my thoughts are taking me.  I think it's because it gives me a way to slow down myriad thoughts to normal speed so I can piece your mind together again.  It really helped me concentrate, and I suggest trying it if you're ever having a bad trip.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5100

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2002	Views: 12,214

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

About a week ago, I obtained some LSD in the form of sugar cubes, and decided that I would trip on my birthday, which was yesterday. I am fairly experienced with acid, having tripped at least 20 times in the past, and I have taken in excess of 5 hits on multiple occasions, and had never had a bad trip.

This night, I dosed 5 cubes at around 6pm, and I expected a fairly routine, intense, yet mellow trip. Around 6:30, I started to get intense body waves and slight visuals, and I knew that this was going to be a big one. I got on the computer and started talking to people until I decided that I couldn't pay attention with all the visuals I was getting, so I went upstairs to get myself in order. When I got up there, I was starting to get kind of panicky, because I felt like I was about to go somewhere I had never been before, so I rolled a joint (with much difficulty) with the hopes of mellowing me out a bit. This was a bad idea, because with each hit, I began to lose more and more control until I felt like I was hanging by a thread. I was getting the most intense visuals of my life, but that was nothing compared to the intense mind fuck that was raping my brain. I felt like I was existing in snapshots, where I would be alert for about 5 seconds, and then I would lose the next 5 seconds, only to return, having to make up for the time I had lost. Does that make sense? If you've experienced it, you would know...

I kept trying to think positive, but I could barely think at all so it was a lost cause. I knew I had to get out of my house, so I called my friend and told her I was the middle of a serious tweak, and that I needed help. She said that I sounded completely out of it and that I kept blanking out and slurring my words, and it took about a minute in a half for me to say a simple sentence. I barely remember even calling her. I went outside to wait for her, and as I was standing out in the cold, I could feel all these invisible hands touching and grabbing the back of my legs, and the ground looked like it was shaking and swaying like an earthquake. The only thing I could concentrate on were the cigarettes I kept smoking, which took as much focus as I could muster. I kept forgetting why I was outside, but all I knew was that I could not go back inside. I felt like I was going crazy and losing my mind, and the only thing that kept me sane was the small amount of rationality I had in my mind, which kept telling me that it was only the effects of the drug. It didn't matter though... I wanted out...

Finally, my friend arrived and helped me into her car. I kept thinking that it was a bad idea that I had called her, and she was going to try to hurt me. I just sunk into my seat and watched the my surroundings as we drove. The town I have lived in all my life looked so unfamiliar and scary, and I felt like everything was closing in on me. She said she was going to pick up her boyfriend and asked if I would be ok in the car alone for a few moments. I said 'ok', and when she got out of the car I looked at my watch. It said 9:20. While she was inside, I was seeing shadows in the street everywhere, and kept seeing police lights that weren't really there. I kept expecting a swat team to come and pull me out of her car, and I knew that If that happened, I would be able to say nothing to protest because I could barely even think, let alone argue with some nonexistent cops.

After several minutes of I got the distinct feeling that I was getting really old really fast, and I looked at my watch again, thinking that I had been in my friends car alone for at least an hour. My watch said 9:22. It had been only 2 minutes since she had left. This really freaked me out, and I put my hands over my ears hoping that the mind fuck would go away. As soon as I did this however, I heard a lound piercing scream-like sound in my left ear. This sound would switch to my right ear and back again, and did so until I took my hands off my ears. Finally, my friend returned with her boyfriend, and we left. Their return calmed me down alot, because it was comforting to listen to their normal conversation, because it reassured me that reality still existed.

We drove around for quite a while, until I finally was in the state of mind where I was back in control. She dropped me off at home at around midnight, and I went inside. I was still tripping hard and getting intense visuals, but I had a much higher level of control. I finally went to bed at around 5 am, and woke up at around 1pm today feeling pretty much back to normal, with the exception of some very minor lingering trails, and the memory of an unforgettable night... I guess the moral of the story is NEVER underestimate the power of acid. It can sneak up on you no matter how experienced you are, and present you with a fuck of a bad trip your 1st time, or your 50th. You never know. Be careful.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5189

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2002	Views: 11,852

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Various (28)


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

		   T+ 8:00
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

on the morning of the 17 of febuary I had just come home from a rave where I had found a source of lsd, and taken one tab. but in this report I will talk about my experience with salvia which occured at my house alone in my room, about eight hours into my acid trip. my trips usually last 12-13 hours before I can fall asleep. The rave was absolutely awesome, so you can imagine I was in a state of enlightment and peace when I was in my house.

I had experimented with salvia before, but knew there was much that salvia hadn't shown me. I had very few experiences where I almost broke through. I was hoping the increased awareness of my trip would help me see into the salvia dimension. I prepared my glass pipe with a load of dried salvia leaf, and kept my bag handy for a reload. I gave a prayer to the salvia spirit to be kind to me and show me what she wanted me to see.

well after clearing the first hit, I emptied the ashes and I loaded a second hit while still holding in the first. after letting it go, I took a few breaths of air and then began burning the second hit with a slow steady rythim until I could take no more and held it in. right after, I remember looking at my bowl and thinking 'this isn't salvia... but why does my bowl look kinda funny'  the ashes began morphing into this round cartoonic face that was smiling and laughing,(at me perhaps?) and then it began to spin and multiply, I closed my eyes and then....

WHOOSH! the salvia wave came through me at magnificent speed like a sonic boom, it caught me so off guard the memory of the round faces faded in the distance along with any conception of reality or my self. I was entering some sort of foreign land, the wave felt like I was a camera of consciousness traveling through an organism. there was no 'I' in this experience, except that I was this camera of consciousness, traveling through an organism, and that organism was I.  I curved around the top of my chest sinking into the base of my spine where I blasted into a mutitude of directions which propelled me into who knows where. the shaman's world?, or a sort of dreamtime, that had very little in common with spacetime. I was conscious at every moment but have trouble remembering what it was like. It was like returning to the state before being born. I remember everything began to fade darker and darker as I fell deeper and deeper into this world, as my soul was departing from its body and entering the holy 'other', like it was my time to go, and the spirits were asking me to follow them. I felt myself struggling to articulate my final thoughts before I left, and I remember thinking   'unless, I breathe...    ...out!'

  ...and I let the second hit out. I opened my eyes for a brief second and remembered that there was this person in his room who had just smoked some salvia. I layed down on my bed and closed my eyes, reflecting on how utterly strange what I just experienced was. yet it felt so familiar, so real, the kind of being I had experienced as a child before I had the ability to remember. The whole peak must have lasted no more then thiry seconds to a minute, but it felt like an experience of timezero. I was still inebriated and slightly confused for the next five -ten minutes.

I had never broken through so profoundly into the salvia dimension, it was like nothing I had experienced before. every other psychedelic I tried (I can't speak for dmt) still retained fundamental aspects of experience, that there is some sort of 'I' experiencing a sort of 'something' . Not only did salvia break all rules of the 'I' experience or the 'something', for moments, I completely forgot about the 'I' or that it ever existed, I would've believed the 'I' to be the most absurd thing, which is a paradox statment since I refered to an 'I' thinking the 'I' to be absurd. But it was another land I was in, and it felt so real, so innate.

when I came down, I felt like I came back from the other side, with a sort of sacred knowledge. I looked upon this world with immense compassion and love.  I felt as if this world was some sort theatrical play with the end already written, and we were just acting the middle out, except I knew what we felt was real- we are real, and it gave me compassion. compasion to be part of this world, to live with the people that are part of this time, compassion to play myself, to be this person who came back with this knowledge. for the rest of the day I had this sort of dreamy perception of the world, like a glowing afterglow, and felt very euphoric. very happy to have given up all the stupid bullshit of materialistic wants and the selfish ego-- to speak only truth, the truth and knowledge that salvia had taught me.

    I definately feel that salvia holds a secret knowledge, and has an animate spirit. It is as some others have said a 'teacher' plant.  I feel I need to approach with respect for it to be kind to me, it knows more then I do, and can show me worlds I could never suppose existed. as for combining it with lsd, I definately felt it helped me break through. The usual amplification of my psychic abilities that lsd gives me, made me more aware of the finely intricate details of the experience. and I didn't experience the slight headache that I usually feel after smoking salvia, but felt extremely euphoric and relaxed. it was also probably because I had such a successful experience.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5263

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 12, 2002	Views: 11,575

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LSD (2), Salvia divinorum (44) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 1:59

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

The usage of nitrous oxide with miscellaneous hallucinogens brings about an experience so markedly different in terms of intensity and meaning. Nitrous appears to be some type of catylist, launching the user to level of experience not readily attainable using LSD, Psylocybin, mdma by themselves. My suspicion is the react similarly to the way the harmine/harmaline MAOI's work allowing oral ingestion of DMT to produce the desired effects or increasing the potency of Psylocybin. There are several other synergystic situations in the Psychedelic fields where 1+1=3.

I have had many experiences using Nitrous but here is one of those that has stuck with me quite vividly. I had taken 1 hit of very strong, clean blotter acid before going to a party. About the time I was peaking, a couple friends and I went into a darker room where there was a large screen projection and some electronic musicians doing a live PA. PC's, keyboards, etc... The environment(always being important) was very relaxed and comfortable. Most of those in the room were tripping.

There was a tank in the corner of the room so I decided to get a balloon. I sat down next to my friend who was preparing to roll some smoke and hit the nitrous. What happened next took me 2 years to articulate. As the nitrous set in the room seemed to close in all around me. The music and pleasant atmosphere warded off any feelings of hesitation and so I allowed the flow to continue. As the room coalesced inside of me it burst through the other side (sort of inside out) into a sphere of full color, pulsating geometric designs in perfect time with the music. I was at the center of this sphere, I was the sphere, the music was the sphere, expanding infinately in all directions.

In that instant I had the most important epiphony I feel one can have. In that instant I crossed over, opened the door that our psyche uses as a protection mechanism that keeps us from connecting to where we came from. In that instant the words 'I know what its all about' came into my head. In that instant I was part of the eternal matrix that IS the TRUE reality. Where one knows all that has been, all that is, and all that will be. I know what YOUR great great great grandfather's best friend had for breakfast on his 3rd birthday! In that instant I realized the level of conectedness of everything that has ever been. The Psychedelic 60's coined a phrase: 'I am one with the universe' What we fail to understand is that we are!

Nirvana, Moksha, Heaven, Spiritworld...whatever you want to call it....if you are looking for a slingshot into where we come from, nitrous and halucinogens have the capacity to show it to you provided you are prepared to experience 'undiluted awe' I dont reccomend this for the novice!

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5306

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 12, 2002	Views: 16,196

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Large Group (10+) (19), Combinations (3)


           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

I have listed on this page my personal experiences with different drug combinations.  If your curious about a certain combo but arent sure if it's dangerous or not, then it might help to see that i didn't die from it and what someone else thought of it.

please be advised - i am an undergrad psychobiology student, not a doctor. all of the information on this page is for informational purposes only. remember that even though i survived all of these interactions with only temporary after-effects, not everyone will react the same. (i have had an exceptionally good track record of health my entire life) recreational drug use is still very dangerous and is not for everybody!!!!

the purpose of this page is to share some of the knowledge that i have gained in the last five years of drug experimentation. there seems to be very few web pages offering information on radical drug combinations and if i can save someone out there grief and/or money by sharing my experiences and mistakes, then i'd rather do so.

LSD and Ketamine

k while tripping is an excelent way to boost your trip and take it to another level. bumps are good, but be careful to not overdo it. id say two lines maximum. you do not want to go into a hole! a k hole tripping is not the same as one normally. a normal k hole can be an enjoyable, profound expirience when done in a safe setting. you are much more concious and have a hieghtened sensory awareness while in a hole on lsd. on new years 2001 i was on two geltabs (equal to about 2 1/2-3 paper hits of lsd) and did four lines of k during my peak. it felt like a half hour long whip it that i just wanted to end. it felt really cool at first but after it didn't stop i began to really dislike it and went on a bad one. after the k wore off i was so sick of tripping i took a couple of xantax's to pass out. i didnt trip for about a month afterward.

LSD and Mushrooms

works great for me, you get the best of both worlds in your trip. but this has the tendency to make people (with weak stomachs) sick. drop the acid first then eat the shrooms slowly over a period of a half hour or vomitaing may follow.

LSD and Cocaine

not really an enjoyable combination. the coke pull you out of the trip but at the same time doesnt really feel like coke. you get the downside of coke but not the good. in my opinion, its a waste of coke. however, smoking a coke laced bowl of weed while tripping isnt bad. then again, when isnt it fun to smoke a laced bowl?

LSD and Ecstasy

a fun combo. you can alter the times you take each drug in order to have different expiriences. taking the roll/s at the same time as the acid will ease you into the trip and can keep you from coming down hard on the roll. taking the roll in the middle of your trip is good to. id recommend you dont take acid in the middle of your roll because if youre tripping on acid when your coming down from the roll, the comedown will be worse. my worst trip ever was in oct of 2000. i had dropped 5 rolls and was ready to drop a couple hits. i was so fucked up i didnt notcie that i had eaten an entire five strip. when i came down i felt the worst ever. yuck :( i havent rolled since then.

LSD and Alcohol

not really fun to do at the same time. drinking while tripping can make you sick. drinking before trpping is okay, but i wouldnt have more than two drinks after dropping the acid.

Cocaine and Ketamine

yuck! you're disgusting for even mentioning it!

Cocaine and Ecstasy

good if your rolls are dirty. if your rolls are pure than the coke can make you come down from the roll and not offer anything in return. see above on lacing bowls ;)

Cocaine and Alcohol

in my opinion, the perfect club combo. just do them in equal amounts. one line = 1 1/2 to 2 drinks.

Cocaine and Mushrooms

see coke and lsd

Ecstasy and Ketamine

really fun, especially on clean rolls. dont overdo the k unless your in a safe environment.

Ecstasy and Alcohol

if you want to havbe the best roll of your life get pissdrunk before you roll. but be careful cause you will be a mess. dont drink after dropping the roll cause you will most likely feel sick/ vomit.

Alcohol and Ketamine

its oay, but nothing special. i have better uses for k.

GHB and Cannabis

just like drinking and smoking.

GHB and Alcohol

DON'T ASK!!!!!!

paxil,prozac, and serzone are not like any of the illegal drugs posted here. you cannot take one and expect to feel anything. these drugs take a week and sometimes more to affect the body. the information below is only for those who have been prescribed these medications by a docotor and are curious about what might happen if they try other drugs while on the medication.

Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Ecstasy

dont do it unless you enjoy wasting your money on rolls. you will feel it for about a half hour then come down and get really tired and sleepy. taking rolls is not what you really should be doing anyway if your on these medications. if your on them its cause your trying to get better, depleting your serotonin reserves when trying to get better is the opposite of what you're trying to do.

Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Cocaine

okay, but do the coke in small amounts, these medications dont just work on serotonin they effect dopamine as well

Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and LSD

you wont trip as hard and it just plain feels wierd. i wouldnt reccomend it. serzone is okay with acid, though

Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Alcohol

you get fucked up faster and are more of an ass when your drunk

Paxil/Prozac/Serzone and Cannabis

excellent combo. makes your highs very euphoric. doesnt work the same way with serzone

Original can be found at:

http://members.tripod.com/nuttybozac/drugcombos.htm

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 11935

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 19, 2002	Views: 105,116

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MDMA (3), Alcohol (61), Mushrooms (39), Cocaine (13), Ketamine (31), LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

While recovering from a drunken haze from the night before, I was reluctant to try acid again on a sunday night with school the next day, but I thought oh well forget it, and I dropped around 11pm. Stuck in a house full of people tripping, tweaking, rolling, drunk, high and generally burnt out on recreational drug use, I began to feel the effects around 11:45.

I began to feel really relaxed and just wanted to be outside. I didn't know why but something was drawing me towards the porch.  As I sat there on the couch, I looked towards the clouds as if they had something to say, but they only revealed a small church on top of a hill that I had never noticed before. Suddenly the whole situation clicked.

I first realized my revelation when I saw the light emitting from the church bell at the top of the steeple and how the light faded between the church and our apartment (like 2 miles away). I began to ponder this symbol and it jogged my memory like nothing ever had before. Thinking of my ex girlfriend who had been in town recently, I realized that she was an 'angel' from the church, and was saving us (everyone at the party) from the depths of hell, and no one knew it. To me, hell was our 'friend's' apartment which is coincidentally where we get most of our hard drugs from. Everything fit together, our whole apartment complex was on a downward slant towards hell, and the only way out was for the 'angel' to rescue us.

I immediately reported my revelation to my good friends and they thought it was truly remarkable. We then proceeded to go inside and listen to some music with the lights off. Being the biggest led zeppelin fan ever, I requested something off the boxed set and ended up listening to the entire cd. I seemed to understand everything robert plant was saying (misty mountain hop) and really started listening to what each and every word meant. That is when I closed my eyes to see if I was actually tripping out....And boy was I. I started seeing a kalidescope of rainbow colors with robert plant's head on a tv in the center, revolving around an orange sun flashing yellow and white. This was way too much for me to take in so I shifted back over to the music.  I couldn't believe it; stairway to heaven. The whole revelation was crystal clear to me now. My ex, aka the 'angel' was buying us a stairway to heaven, and was guiding us down the road into the promised land.

I began to flip out. I thought something was really weird about this, like it was the truth, and there was no way to convince me otherwise. Earlier in the night, we retrieved a psychedelic flower from someone else's apartment and brought it upstairs to the one we were at. It seemed as if the flower was changing colors with the music, and everyone realized it at the same time. It seemed like god was communicating with me through the flower and was telling us the revelation which I had just experienced. This entire event occured while I was peaking. I looked at the flower and it morphed into a fish-like mailbox which I translated as the mouth of god. I figured of course he would have a fish, after all, all live evolved from the sea. It seemed that the flower was actually something owned by god since it possessed colorful symbolic beauty and was communicating to us through stairway to heaven.  I was peaking and decided I was really freaking out, so I made my way back to the porch (2am).

While out there, I nursed my gallon of water and began to ponder once more. But this time, I felt like all I had just taken in had made me so much more intelligent, that I could hear everything going on inside. Everyone kept saying 'Greg is totally fucked up' and 'is Greg ok?' This was not okay with me. Why couldn't everyone just chill and keep to themselves? I didn't know. But the eerie thing was that I could hear every conversation before it happened and I interpreted it before it even came to someone's mouth. I talked to my good friend and told him I couldn't take this environment and decided to walk home. I lay in the bed, but to my surprise I could still hear every conversation at the apartment a block away. I could hear every single person laughing at the whole situation, what they were saying about me, and what they were going to do.

It was like I was on a different plane of reality. I immediately tried to communicate through esp. I visualized everyone sitting around in a group forum, and I was the only one talking. I tried to contact my friend Melissa, and as I contacted her, her body started to materialize in my sheets (still peaking). I could see parts of her and I could feel her legs rising up in my covers. Then about five minutes later, she actually walked in the door.

For the rest of the night, I was communicating psychically with what I thought was our whole group of friends, but was really only Melissa. I thought everyone could hear me, and since I had the revelation, what I was saying was totally obviously true. Melissa thought I was weird, but for some reason (she was rolling) she could hear and understand what I was talking about and relate to me. It made the whole experience worthwhile to share it with someone who understands. Then I went to sleep and woke up a different man.

-Greg

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5390

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 14, 2002	Views: 8,654

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   112 lb

I consider this the first time I REALLY tripped. I had taken LSD three times before: 2 paper hits twice, and one yellow geltab once, but all three of those experiences are blown away in comparison to this one.

Mike, a well-seasoned tripper, got some yellow geltabs from his housemates. They had done it during the day and had basically asserted that they weren't all that potent. The one yellow tab I had done a couple of weeks before had pretty much only given me a slight mindfuck and no visuals, so I wasn't intimidated. So, Mike and I decided to trip that Saturday night.

We each took one tab and left my house at 8:00 pm, in separate cars (big mistake), and went to go rent some good tripping. When we got to the video store, Mike joked 'R u feeling anything?' But the truth was, I was already starting to feel a little funny, and only maybe ten minutes had gone by.

We left the store and headed to Mike's house. I followed him, Crystal Method pounding inside my car. I was a little uncoordinated when it came to getting on the expressway, and I kind of almost got in an accident, but I managed to get on the ramp OK. The ramp lifted me high up, or so it seemed, and I could see the city lights ahead like millions of little stars. There was construction on the expressway, so there were miles of flashing barricades set up. I wasn't having visuals yet, but it seemed like there were a hundred cars behind me, and what with the soundtrack, I felt like I was doing warp speed in a spaceship.

After a slightly panicky ride of twenty minutes or so, we arrived at Mike's deserted house, at which point we took the second hit. I just felt weird for about a half hour or so. I could tell when it kicked in, because I had been dancing with glostix and Mike left the room, and I told him he didn't want to hang with the glostick reject and then I burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I can still feel that cold ass tile floor against my back, and there I was, just cracking up. I finally managed to get up and go into the guest bathroom. The counter was moving in all sorts of awesome patterns, and for the longest time I just stared at it in marvel, occasionally laughing nervously.

When I managed to tear myself away from that scene, Mike and I went into his housemate's room, which had a ton of psychedelic posters and tie-dyed stuff in it. The posters looked incredible and almost three-dimensional. I then got on the bed, which was a waterbed, and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. Above me, a huge black-and-orange tie-dyed sheet was draped across the ceiling. This was when the tie-dye lines started coming alive, slowly at first, and then they started hauling ass, going crazy. Mike had put some weird trippy electronic music on earlier, and I screamed for him to turn it off. It sounded menacing.

There was an awful point in time where I thought I was going to go crazy. Mike came over to me and asked if I was going to be OK. I remember looking kind of over his shoulder, and through my peripheral vision a second, translucent face came out of his face, so it looked like he had two heads. I shoved my face into a mercifully dark pillow and moaned. I wasn't exactly sure. The only thing that kept me from falling apart was Mike telling me that he'd tripped so hard before, he had to touch the trees to make sure they were real. So if he had survived, then perhaps I would as well.

Mike convinced me to go for a walk in the neighborhood. It was nighttime, but I have never seen so many colors in the dark before. Everything had its own distinct pattern: the sidewalk was done up in wavy stripes, the sky had some other psychedelic 60's looking pattern, etc. Dozens of metallic colors were all over the place. Everything had zillions of trails outlining it; my own body had so many trails dancing around it that I felt like I was wearing a thick astronaut suit. Thus, I was walking with my legs apart and arms out.

The walk consisted of many colors and trails, and me thinking there were people where there weren't, and finally, me totally forgetting where the hell we were. I was happy when we reentered the safety of the house. For a while we lied down in Mike's room and I became engrossed in a lava lamp. I had a strange urge to take a warm bath. Also, it felt like my foot was on the verge of cramping up. It stayed that way for hours.

Moments later, the rest of housemates got home. They were loud and happy, which boosted my experience. I looked thru the patio door to see one of them pulling little sticky seeds from his feet; to me, they looked like millions of little green baby grasshoppers. This wigged me out, so I went back in.

We watched one of those psychedelic videos, and it looked so amazing. The screen showed a kaleidoscope of colors that kept morphing and morphing, and they looked razor sharp with detail. I remember being awed at how the mind could keep up with that speed. We popped in Fear and Loathing and laughed till we couldn't take it anymore. We even rewound some parts. When it was over, we watched it again with similar results. I was starving and was eating anything I could get my hands on. I ate some kind of party mix, and sugar cones, like the kind for ice cream. I found that eating very crunchy things was delightful while tripping.

We finally put in The Matrix, and while it had good visual effects, it wasn't a comedy like the previous movie, and I began to wind down. Outside, I saw the sun was coming up. My eyes ached, like I had been straining them for a long time. About a quarter of the way thru the movie, we decided to go to bed.

In bed, I felt like I had sunk about six inches into the mattress. It felt very soft, and the comforter felt as though I had swaddled myself in clouds. It was eerily quiet, like that static quiet you hear when u finally come out a loud club and you're partially deafened. I can't remember when, but I finally fell into a deep sleep.

If that sounds like a pleasant experience, well, it was. I didn't really mean to ingest that much, and it was pretty freaky at first. I can't stress enough the importance of having a friend with you when you trip, preferably a friend who's done it plenty of times before at much higher doses, so that when u think the world and your mind are going to shatter into a million prismatic pieces, someone's there to convince you otherwise.

PLURR

*pooky*

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 5420

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 14, 2002	Views: 10,326

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This is one experience that taught me to take all things in moderation. This was not a bad trip, but had some negative aftereffects that put me in my place as far as drugs go.

It was new years. All of my friends were on Christmas break and had some free time. My friend was living in a house her family owned, and over the two week span that we had off, It had become a fairly well known party house. But on new year's eve, we wanted to have a private party. There had suddenly been a large flow of acid into my small town, and a group of us (6) wanted to get some. We all had two cubes, exept for two people, who had 1 and 1/2 by sharing.

We had all decided to take them at midnight, after going to another actual new years party. This means that none of us had slept in about 13 hours or so when we took them. We had spent a large portion of the day setting up shiny things (glowsticks tied to a rotating fan, shattered glowsticks in the shower stall, etc), and there were 2 or 3 trip sitters there just hanging out. We didn't really do anything at first, just kind of sat around sucking up that 'MAN OH MAN, WOW, THIS IS GONNA BE INTENSE' feeling that vibrates up my spine when I take something like acid. We did stuff in preparation. Eating a bunch of vitamin C pills and buying red bull for when we started to peak, mainly.

Eventually, it started to kick in. We smoked some pot about then, but we smoked it in the closet, as it seemed like a good idea at the time. The next few hours mainly consisted of the six of us rolling around my friends house, soaking up color and bizarre thought patterns. I remember that we had a bright orange boa, some 'juice' (highlighter and glowstick fluid put into a full water bottle) next to the small blacklight. We also took full advantage of the previously mentioned shower. Now, to a person not fucked up, the shower was still pretty neat: Multicolored glowstick innards sprayed around, giving the impression of a small nebula. However, the 6 of us were not even prepared for the shower when we were on acid. We grabbed all of the neat stuff we had in the living room, and made a druggie caravan into the bathroom.

We al stood in awe at the little universe in the shower, all huddled together holding a blacklight, a strobelight and each other very close to it. We had experimented with having a person go in the shower, and it was quite an experience. We wer not satisfied yet, though. It was only a brief time before the shower was turned on, and the strobelight hung in 'Ben's' hand, only inches away from the water. Luckily, Craig had a sudden thought, 'shiny + shiny = BAD!', and as messed up as it sounds, it's what saved us from being electrocuted.

This is where my story turns from an adolescent ranting about how messed up he and his friends were, to a story of the maddening comedown.

There was a lot of neat stuff happening, but then we all realized the sun was coming up. I wasn't sure about everyone else, but I was still tripping hard. I had had enough. I wanted to come back to reality, or as I put it at the time, I wanted 'my lefts, rights, ups and downs back.' Everyone else decided to go for a walk to see the sun rise, but I was not ready to go out in public like I was, so I told them I was going to stay at the house. They weren't thrilled with the though of me being left to my own devices at this stage, but they left anyways.

I was alone.

All of the trip sitters had long since fallen asleep. For at least an hour, I kept moving. First, I tore down all of the shiny things we had set up, because I didn't ever want to see them again. I turned off the music we had been playing all night, cleaned the shower, and turned all of the lights off. There was a dim natural light throughout the entire house, so turning the lights off made things a lot more serene in the house.

There was absolute silence.

I kept trying to sleep, and ended up lying on every bed and couch in the entire house. I kept getting lost in thought; a horrible circular logic. I would close my eyes to try and sleep, but my mind was buzzing. There was no more hallucination, only an intense stupification. I felt really dirty. The entire time my friends were on their walk, all I could think was 'I hope they get back soon', over and over. As terrible as this sounds, I'm still glad that I didn't leave the house with them, I couldn't have handled it.

When they all got back, it was probably about 8:00 am. Throughout the day, some people left, and the rest of us were just trying to deal with what we had all experienced. Strange recollections of gibberish we had spouted earlier haunted us all ('What the hell is a beafterthat?').

Through the following week, I felt that I was changed. Different in some inconceivable way; and on some nights of that first week, I would go into the bathroom and cry for no reason. Craig said the same thing, even the crying thing. It was a lifechanging experience. Definitely for the better, but there are negative shadows hanging over me now. Acid was fun, wild and philosophical, but I don't think I could handle taking it more than once every two or three years, if even that.

*By the way, a beafterthat is when you can't get out of a thought. The circular logic thing. This may not make sense to anyone, but it's fun to share   :)

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5553

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 17, 2002	Views: 9,060

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


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   210 lb

This is not just one report, but a 'potted' history of my highs and lows of acid. Whether its valid or interesting or not, I don't know. . . . :)

I first had acid at a house party with a friend, although there were a number of people there that I did not know. The night started well, and I was happily sitting on the sofa believing that I was watching an episode of 'Neighbours' (a popular Australian sitcom) when I was, in fact, looking at a picture of horses above a fireplace :) This interesting experience I interspersed with holding a burning cigarette EXTREMELY close to my eyes because the tip looked like a glowing chandelier. The only real strange part of the night was my friend claiming that she was now scared of me (she was tripping too) and hiding behind another friend, all night. However, there was a nice room to sit it, with luminous stars on the ceiling. Everything was nice, and I sat and cuddled people. :)

Other experiences included talking to my friend about how everything was a question? This was at a festival here in England, and it was at this festival that I had my first strange (bad?) trip. Basically, I mixed it up too much, taking speed, Ecstasy and then 2 trips. I always have bad come downs on Speed, crying etc, and this was no different. However, this time the Acid gave visualisations to my depression from the coming down speed. Everyone was frightened because I wanted to 'replace their eyes with their teeth' This got to the extent that two of my friends later hid because they thought I was going to come and do something horrible to them. . . something which never crossed my mind.

This fear motif returned later, when I was at another house party. The 'owner' of the house was in his room (busily occupied making love) and drunken people were basically messing his house up, putting Coke in the dryer etc. I got it into my mind to actually stab my best friend. I had a knife, and he looked in my eyes and ran away, quickly. The thing was that I couldn't differentiate between right and wrong, actions and consequences. Within 5 minutes, the notion had passed, and I hugged him and he stroked my hair. (We are both heterosexual males, but not fazed by things like that).

Just to throw in some positive experiences, I remember laughing so hard because we all got leg jitters together when we all sitting down together. I remember kissing people and feeling like my kisses and my lips were shining. I remember feeling that I had tendrils coming out of my head, connecting to everyone elses head and passing love from me to everyone, and vice versa. A kind of 'Napster of Love'.

What stopped me taking acid was when I did some White Lightnings. Whilst on this, I couldn't sleep, when everyone else was falling asleep around me. I had talked so much I had lost my voice (a common occurrence for me). This time, however, my vision was shaking, as if I was rocking my head from side to side (I probably was). In an effort to calm myself down, my friend took me to have a few hits from a bucket, but that just made me feel worse. I could only think that I was going insane on the outside, but I was sane on the inside. To everyone else, I was as mad as a hatter, but I couldn't break through the wall with my internal sanity. Eventually, I managed to go to sleep, and when I awoke completely sane, I hugged everyone around :)

These were very isolated experiences, over two years of taking acid 3-5 times almost every week. My creativity (musical and/or otherwise) was greatly enhanced. Friends I made then I feel like I have a bond with that I could otherwise never have. The amount of times when I fell asleep feeling happier than ever far outweigh the bad times. If you're wavering about trying acid, I'd say try it in the best place you can. Remember Leary noting that you took your frame of mind into the trip, and it guided it. Surround yourself with friends, in an environment that is comfortable and familiar. It should be good. If it isn't don't do it again.

One more thing. . . . I don't know if this is particularly relevent for countries other than Britain, but I found that certain types of Acid had slightly different effects on me. For instance, 'Strawberries' (these known by the blotter art) were the nicest, instilling me with love. On the other hand 'Jaggers' (showing a big tongue - the Rolling Stones symbol) and 'White Lightnings' (generally no blotter art) seemed to make me paranoid and a bit destructive. Has anyone else found this? In general, if I decide to continue, I try to get the same type of acid, of the same supplier if possible.

I don't take it at the moment, but I think it's about I started again. . . . . when my brain feels flat from normality, its time to expand it again. . . . . .

Take care of yourselves, and each other (where did that come from :)

Peace.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5621

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 18, 2002	Views: 12,790

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 4 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This is story about destruction and redemption. I had taken LSD probably a dozen times and smoked my body weight in marijuana before one fateful night. Until then, me and drugs (and I've tried just about every one) had always gotten along fine.

I was with a cousin: we dropped the acid and swung back to his place to smoke. Trip started out fine. Heavy, heavy, heavy, but beautiful. I kept smoking wanting to push it further. Guess I went further that night then I could handle. Came face to face with my limit, for the first time.

My cousin was a stranger. I knew him, but didn't know who he was. Looked out the window and saw our world, earth, but in the future. Flying cars, towering neon spires, a night sky that looked like static. Normally I would have loved such intense visuals, but it was too much. I had time traveled, or dimension hopped, and didn't know how to handle it.

I pulled my eyes away and tried all the things I normally loved to do on LSD: drawing, listening to music, talking, etc. Nothing worked, my hands wouldn't move right, and my mind couldn't focus on any material task. I eventually begged myself to sleep, and did so... in a whirl of colors, voices, sounds, and strange thoughts.

The memory of losing control that night haunted me. I tried LSD over and over to recapture my initial love for the drug, but it, and pot were no longer my teachers, they just fucked me up too bad. I went from being the person everyone asked to trip with, to not being able to touch it. Humbling. :)

So I waited years. Grew, got deeper, reflected. Thought about the night and what it meant. Thought about the Grand Scheme. There are many possible explanations of what happened, of why it went sour. I meditated on these.

I've begun healing myself. Experiences like that leave scars. Spiritual scars. I'm slowly reprogramming my brain. (For me, it has to be slowly.) I'm letting go of my negative associations, and willing back the good ones through meditation and the use of other substances.

There are many factors that come into play when I take drugs. Many of them are well-known: body weight, where you are, who you are with, what you've eaten, how healthy you are, how well rested, etc. But there is another factor when it comes to psychedelics, and that is spiritual readiness. If you push harder and further into The Beyond (call it what you will) then you are ready to go, these things can happen.

My advice, as one who has gone to the edge and returned is this: remember psychedelics are sacred. They are a gift. If you are determined to use them, give them the respect and love they deserve. As a wise man once told me, you can't rush the opening of a flower.

Be well brothers and sisters. We are all in this thing together.

Exp Year: 1990	ExpID: 5715

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 21, 2002	Views: 13,607

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 3.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

Me and my friends had been raving quite often and we decided we were going to take one of our 'newer' friends down to a free rave in memory of a girl.

We were all excited to go down and see our friend roll. We get down and the place is dry of E. I hadnt tried mushrooms before, so when asking around for Ecstasy I found mushrooms and I decided to buy an 1/8. My friends bought 2 pills of E (1 was bunk).

We kept asking around hoping to find some E for everyone. We walked around for a while, and then a guy came selling UFO acid. We bought a total of about 20 hits. We all took 3. The guy that I bought it from told me to only take 2. But I figured I knew what I was getting myself into, so I took 3. We then walked back to his car that was parked on the hill, and waited to see what would happen. I didnt think anything was happening, and then stuff started getting weird, very weird. I wont even describe the visuals, because I cant. OFF THE WALL. A smashed plastic sack was between me &amp; a friend in the back seat. Suddenly it started growing, and pulsing. I could actually see the back melting and creasing. It looked very alive. Me and my freind were tripping out on this, and then he smashed it. It looked dead. very dead. not at all like a bag.

I remember looking my mask that had Tiger Balm on the inside and I could see it moving aorund on the mask, it would rise off the mask about 2 inches and just start spinning towards my face. My friends hair all stood out on end and started spinning.

After this, I went insane. I felt a very strong pain right above the back of my mouth. This pain was the worst feeling I have ever had. I felt that I was losing my mind. I was very scared. It was very intense.  I have had this same feeling but not as bad after that when tripping (on acid). I felt the thing in my mind that was keeping me sane was snapping and dislodging the barrier between my rational section of my brain, and the hidden insane part. After about 2 hours of this I was still in the car, which was probably my biggest mistake.

I had waaaaaayyyy to much acid for my first time. Anything that gave my brain stimulation seemed to overload it, all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep, but I couldnt do anything. I wouldnt leave the car.

The moral of the story is, w/ acid or any strong drug, make sure your first time you take a handleable dosage.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 5794

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 4, 2002	Views: 18,256

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   107 lb

I had done acid once before, but I had only taken one hit the first time and didn't really get much out of it, so I thought I would try  two this time. Around 7pm me and a few other friends each took our one hit and sat around watching tv waiting for the acid to kick in. After about an hour we hadn't felt anything but a slight high, so we decided to take another one. We sat in a friends bedroom and all of a sudden it was like everything around were just the fuuniest things ever...It felt like we had sat there for hours just laughing continuously about nothing. After about what was really 30 mintues I was starting to  really feel it, and I was looking at my friend when she told me the bed was breathing...and I thought she was crazy, but it actually was and then everything around us started to breath and we looked over at this plastic chair and there was a water fall running down it. Then me and my friend H were looking at Bs feet and they started to swell up and we could see the blood going through her feet, so that really scared us and we all decided that we had to all have socks on because it was just to sick to look at anymore. Our friend T who hadn't taken anything decided we needed to go get a movie,  we all piled into her truck and drove to the movie store. On the way there I  had brought my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth and it was the most awsome feeling ever.

after we got a movie we had planned on going over to T's brothers house so she could get some alchohol. On the way back to her house we decided to call a friend and see if he wanted to hang out, he had asked us to come over. Since T wanted to drink I decided that I was ok to drive. I still don't really understand how we made it there because one min. we were at her house and the next we were across town. When we got into his house he told us he was going to go get some food and be right back and for us to just stay there. It seemed like he was gone for hours but it had to only be 20-30 mintutes. We sat in the living room and watched tv some more when all of a sudden I jumped up and decided that I didn't like the way his house felt and that it was making me sick looking at everything mutate. I walked into the kitchen hoping it would fade away and I could just go back and watch tv, only it got worse and I kept saying I just wanted it all to stop and that C needed to come back to his house. I walked around in circles feeling fine one secound and the next I was scared and wanted to go home...and then the next secound I thought I was going to die, because I felt like my insides were falling out and they were going to be aten away by  bugs.

I thought maybe if I went back into the kitchen and got some water I would be fine, but The water only seemed to make it worse and it all hurt more. My friends just kinda looked at me like they  didn't know what to do. Then I thought I would just go lay down and fall asleep, no way was that going to happen. When I layed down I really felt like everything was being draind from my body and i was getting really scared. We all decided that it was the house and that we just needed to leave. B took me to my car so we could figure out if it was me or just the house. We sat in my car and i was feeling all better and then C came home and came out to the car to see what we were doing and tell us to come back inside. I decided that I was fine to go back inside untill I got inside and he had brought a bunch of people over. Me and B just decided to go upstairs away from them and talk. When I felt like I was going to die again. We went back down stairs and told H and T that we had to go back to T's house.

Walking out to the car everyone had felt like the house made them sick. We got in the car and everyone said they felt so much better in the car than the house. I don't remember the drive back to T's house, but somehow we made it. When we walked into the house I soon felt the feeling like i was going to just die AGAIN and  told them to take me to the hospital because I was really dieing. They both just looked at me like I was crazy so  then I  thought if I went into the bathroom and I came  back out and I'd be fine...well the bathroom wasnt the place. The walls in the shower were marble and they keept changing colors and the flowers on the floor were dancing around and the walls were sweating. I was feeling really sick looking at all this so I went back into the room and tried to lay down  but the pain of my insides being ripped out returned.

I thought that maybe if I called someone that was sober they could talk to me and tell me  that I wasnt dieing. I called my ex bf  because I thought that only him or my  mom could make everything  go away and I'd be better again, but he wasn't home.  B called her bf since he does this alot he might be able to help us. He was no help. I made several trips to the bathroom thinking I would feel better in there. I tired to explain to H what  I was feeling and I guess I really scared her and she started crying. After awhile we all sat on the bed and me and H were crying and laughing so hard we didn't know if we were happy, sad, scared, tired, etc. About 30 min. of that we were all feeling alot better and decided to go upstairs and get some food. We came back down and ate and talked about what all had happend and why it was happinging. ( we really got no where) around 4am I finally got a hold of my ex bf and talked to him for a few minutes and just talking to him made me feel like I was ok and I could go to sleep. We all fell asleep around 5.

So that was the whole trip in short. It started off great and soon turned into the worst thing I have ever felt. I don't know  what made it all go down hill so fast, but I think it was the change of atmosphere and the mood that C put us all in. I don't think I'll stop acid, but I will always remember this and REALLY hope it never happens again.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5860

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 5, 2002	Views: 13,012

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


		 DOSE:

		 600 mg
		 oral
		 DXM
		 (pill / tablet)

		 7 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

On or about May in the year 2000, I decided to take a trip to the northwoods of Michigan with some of my friends from my DJ collective.  As a requirement for our 'trip', we decided to ingest as much LSD and DXM as possible and relate to each other our individual experiences at a later date.  Now, when we had arrived at our destination, we (there was four of us) were to take our share of the drugs and disappear until we had come down fully.  Our reasoning behind this was that if we came back still in the 'World', our ability for objective examination of our experiences would be severely limited.

This meant that the four of us would be wandering around in the woods in a severe state of disasscotiative hallucinations.  At a later date we agreed that this was extremely daring and not to mention dumb.  However, we had thought to bring along backpacks, compasses, maps, food &amp; water, so at the time we figured we would be safe.

After dosing and wandering off from our meeting point, I became highly aware of the wind blowing through the pine trees and the creaking of tree trunks.  At this point, it was just the LSD taking effect, so I had no worries.  (I am no stranger to powerful psychedelics)  We had started our trip early in the day, so I set about exploring my surrounding and familiarizing myself with them.  (unfamiliar surroundings can be VERY unpleasant at high doses of LSD and DXM) At about 10AM the DXM had begun taking hold, and I found it very hard to keep my arms down at my sides.  They kept lifting up maybe a foot or two from my sides, and wouldn't swing normally as I walked.  (I probably looked like Brandon Lee in that 'The Crow' poster)  I found myself looking at everything as a potential plaything, and from time to time scale a tree as far as I could, (I don't remember how I got back down), throw a few rocks, try to pet a squirrel, etc...  I eventually found a really neat looking stick on the ground, examined it, and deposited it in my belt like a sword or something.

Now about noon, I had wandered approx. three or four miles, and happened upon a dirt two-track that had been in a state of disuse for some time.  Following it for about 10 minutes, I found a hunting cabin, with, to my delight, a broken down VW microbus.  And two of my friends were already inside the cabin.  I could hear them fencing with what sounded like frying pans.

I decided to ignore them and climbed aboard the VW.  It was a rusted out hulk, totally gutted from the elements, and had a sapling growing in the center of it.  I believed I had found some sort of Zen hippy garden, and set about decorating it with bits of junk laying around the cabin.  At this juncture, my last friend-at-large wandered in, (he said he heard the frying pan war), and he decided that we still hadn't taken enough LSD.  Gathered together around my strange junk-zen-hippy-VW-garden, we took the rest of the vial of LSD and waited.

From about 1PM till 3AM we had totally lost ourselves in the trip, and had turned our cabin into a delightful maze of branches, plywood, an old refigerator, drum from an dryer, and about a hundred glowsticks.  Many discussions were had of life, love, and the trueness of 'Twelve Monkeys', the spectacle of our creation, and how we were going to release ourselves from the bonds of our non-experiencing selves.

To all of our displeasure, a group of teenagers from town arrived at about 3:30AM (this spot was probably their pot-smoking area) while we were off trying to talk to deer.  When we came back, the kids had destroyed my VW-garden, confiscated our lightsticks and broken them, and were carrying slingshots and pellet rifles.

Being armed with no more than a few Zippos and my voodoo stick, we decided to retire for the night. Unfortunately, even though we had all been able to fall asleep on LSD before, in combination with the DXM, we were extremely aware and in a state of some agitation.  Thus, we sat in our car until about noon the next day, when the local sheriff noticed our vacant stares and hollowed facial expressions and shooed us out of town.

As for the LSD, the experience was as expected, but the DXM (in the form of coricidin C+C) had twirled all of us into a weird state of existance flip-flopping between hysteria and psychosis.  All of us agreed that the C+C tablets were not that bad, with only mild nausea and itching.  After we had finally gotten a full days sleep, we all definitely wanted to achieve that state of being again, but have never been able to, even at higher doses of DXM and LSD.  Coricidin has ceased to be as effective as it once was.  A question stemming from that aspect- does DXM build up in the body, and if so, when will it reach toxic levels?  I hope someone can answer this, as I value DXM as one of our tools for expression musically and intellectually.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 5917

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 6, 2002	Views: 30,485

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DXM (22), LSD (2), Chlorpheniramine Maleate (164) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 3 tablets
		 oral
		 Hydrocodone

		 144 oz
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		 2 joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 6 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This is a story of my first and only trip on acid. I was with my friend Mike at a party getting drunk, popping pills and waiting for a bag of weed to arrive. When the weed didn't show up at midnight me and Mike took his truck to go and find a bag. Mike said that his roommate Matt could probably find some. When we got to Mike's dormroom Matt was just about to leave to another party.

'Got any buds?' I asked.

Matt said he didn't have any and he didn't know where to get any but for fifty bucks he'd run and get me 14 hits of acid. I'd never done acid before but I was so fucked up that I didn't even think about it and I gave him my fifty bucks.

When Matt returned he handed me a piece of foil with a strip of tie-dye paper wrapped inside it. Mike (who had tripped alot before) cut it and gave me a tab of paper amounting to about six hits. I asked Matt how much I should do and he said 'for the first time? I'd take one-maybe two.' I put the entire cut on my tongue 'if one or two will get me tripping, six will make me trip balls' I thought. 'great, now what am I supposed to do?' Mike asked (he had intended on splitting 3 a peice). “take the rest, it'll be fun!” I said. Mike took the remaining eight hits and we headed to the grocery store for some snacks and orange juice.

Mike and me had been planning on tripping together ever since we met. We had taken laundry detergent and black lights and turned his room into a tripper's paradise. When the lights were off and the black lights were on the tide that was flung all over the room would glow like a giant world of stars and as we started our trip, the setting couldn't have been any more comfortable. We turned on Pink Floyd 'saucer full of secrets' and the music made the room alive with crawling, swirling, glowing balls of bright white galaxies.

For about two hours all we did was sit there and watch this beautiful scene, it was great. Than we decided to go for a cigarette.

While outside, we ran into a pothead named Robert, he was smoking a joint, so we joined him right outside of the dorm doors, passing a doobie like it was legal. Every white car that went by looked exactly like a police car to me and Mike, who were relying on Robert to make intelligent decisions because we were too fucked up. What we never thought about was that Robert was really fucking stoned and not in any way reliable. He decided to give us a couple of joints to enhance our trip. We thanked him and went to Mike's truck and smoked both joints.

Mike's truck was so cloudy that I couldn't see him a foot away from me. We opened the doors and laughed as all the smoke bellowed out like a giant wave. To our horrored surprise, the campus police officer was just walking out of the door as we shut both doors.

Did he see us get high and is he coming to bust us?

we didn't know but anyone who's ever tripped will tell you that police are extremely negative to a trip.

Mike started to run but I grabbed him by the back of his shirt.

'He can't bust you if you stay cool.' Since we had no pot left he really couldn't prove shit. somehow I managed to comprehend that.

But poor Mike was under the power of eight hits of strong blotter, he didn't really comprehend shit.

The cop passed us without even looking. Five seconds later Mike turned around and in a very stupid manner said 'Hello.'

We decided to go back to his room and calm him down because he was starting to freak out about doing eight hits and being scared that he'd die. I was still having a good time but the combination of Mike's frightened voice, the six hits, and the events just prior, finally sank in, it was no longer fun to be this fucked up, and I wanted out.

But I wasn't getting out, the music became more and more violent, all the shadows in the room stood out and began to crawl, the television light began to dim, and the music became evil, chanting voices, I didn't know what they were saying but I knew they were summoning Satan. The faces on the TV merged together and turned a brilliant color red, the red became an ominous face and that face grew ram horns and fiery yellow eyes, and breathed blasphemous fire right into my soul. Every shadow in the room came together and locked around me in a cage, I was terrified, I closed my eyes but the face was still in my head, I whispered the name of Jesus and I began to cry.

Suddenly it was all gone, Mike was still frightened but my fear was over, God had saved me from the wrath of evil. I felt saved and very relieved. Me and Mike left his room and drove to a friend's house so he could calm down, his heart was beating a million times a minute, and he was very worried but eventually we both got sleep that night.

I have never done acid since than. For a year I was plagued with anxiety attacks, probably post-traumatic stress syndrome from what had happened. Mike too experienced negative reactions.

Since then I have come to the conclusion that the devil was a hallucinative manifestation of my depression, since that trip I quit popping pills, getting drunk, and only smoke weed occasionally. One might think my experience was negative, but I believe that LSD is a tool that showed me who I really was, and helped me change my life for the better. It also taught me to respect drugs and also myself, since my experience I have changed many of the negative things about me. And I couldn't have done it without the help of my own demons.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 5947

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 6, 2002	Views: 14,119

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 200 mg
		 oral
		 DXM

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   220 lb

I had tried DXM about three times and really enjoyed it affects. I ran onto some of the best acid I have ever had and decided to make a cocktail of the two. I had about 200mg of DXM and one blotter hit of LSD at 10:00 pm. This is what I experienced.

It didn't take long for me to find my bed. I could feel something coming on but concurrently I was relaxed and wanted to lay down. I feel asleep very shortly and awoke. I was enjoying my environment a little better and thats when I started looking at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. They began moving distaces of a few feet or so, moving in all directions. As hour 1 was approaching I didn't know what to expect since some of the things I saw were pretty intense for this short amount of time. Another half hour passed and I took to the outdoors. It was a cool breezy night with fast, dark moving clouds that caught my attention. I felt completely at peace with everything around me. I observed beauty in everything I saw and felt exhilerated by having the wind blow through my soul. I knew I belonged in this beauty as an intrical part of the surrounding environment. I danced with the wind, although I as a rule of thumb don't dance. I am not particularily religious but I felt God speaking to me telling me that everything was alright. I was the pupil in this mental conversation as God showed me the beauty in everything and how that was for me and everybody to experience. I wept at this beauty that now surrounded me. I wished everybody could remove themselves from the meaningless stress that they endure and join me in seeing what life was really like.

As the 4th hour encroached I put a headset on. I played Hendrix and could feel electric energy shoot through my entire body on every note. The wind complemented the music, adding it's own value to this mind-blowing experience. Soon I wasn't sure if the wind was influencing the music, or the music comanding the wind...it was all so interconnected and it all moved through my body. I felt love, and grasped everything at a higher plane than I'd ever perceived on any other psychadelic experience. Even when dealing with things like death that may be scarey on acid, now it was a part of life that was beautiful in its own respect. I stayed outside all night, watching the natural splendor that surrouded me. Everything contained beauty and so watching things was to observe and feel the beauty of these objects for the first time.

LSD and DXM both come to a peak when I use them but here it came in waves all night long. For a half hour I would experience intense hallucination and then 45 minutes later I would feel it again. This experience lasted 18+ hours.

I did look like I was on some heavy drugs while doing this and it appeared that even the most naive person could pick up on what I was doing if I were out in public.

My experience that evening has had a profound impact on me. I have retained great insight on what is really important in life and try to live my life in accordance with this. I don't think I'll ever forget what happened that evening.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6027

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 8, 2002	Views: 27,591

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DXM (22), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I had recently purchased a 100 hit bottle of liquid acid.

Preparations: I spent two days fasting and meditating to clear my head of a lot of mental baggage.

9:00 pm: I dosed my first hit in the break room of my job, it is about half an hour before work is over. I cleaned up and sat on the steps waiting for the store to close down. The acid was just starting to have its preliminary effects when I left the store about 1/2 hour later.

T+1 hour: I felt 'out there' but not fully tripping, I decided to take a walk up  to an apartment that my two friends live in. We go for a walk to the wharf to smoke a blunt and the sights, sounds, and smells of the city are nearly overwhelming to my acid-addled senses. I find the urban environment is very provocative when I am tripping... there are so many stimuli I can easily become lost. The walk back seems very surreal, we had a conversation with a man walking his dog and I couldn't tell if the dog was real or imaginary.

T+4.5 hours: I take another hit of liquid. At this point I noticed a peculiar feeling of being a 'pilot in a ship.' That is my mind and body seemed to be separate, I had a sensation of existing within my body rather than it being a part of me. This is not the first time I've noticed this effect, a very dramatic demonstration of the mind/body interface.

T+8 hours: I leave an apartment with friends after smoking heavily for several hours. My psychedelic effects are at their most intense, everywhere I look I can see rainbow auras shifting and glimmering. We decided to do a walking tour of Boston and set off to explore. We took a path leading through Beacon Hill's historic architecture down Commonwealth Avenue towards the campus of Northeastern. Along the way we admired huge glistening skyscrapers, temples, churches, and all the other idiosynchratic architecture of Boston. I felt my mind was primed to appreciate beauty in its rawest forms. The early morning breeze was extremely refreshing and as the sky began to gradually get lighter all the birds began to chirp. This feeling of nature awakening from slumber filled me with a good feeling, I reflected that after a tough New England winter the glories of spring were nearly upon us. At this point my mind turned inward and the rest of the trip I walked in silence contemplating the simple pleasures of life. I began to go over elements of my life and sifted through what is important to me. It was then that it dawned on me how my life is oriented and grounded through the relationship I built with my girlfriend. This filled me with an intensely pleasurable feeling of peace, serenity, and love. The world seemed to beam with an inner light, everything seemed wonderful.

T+10 hours: I returned to my building with my friends and we went to watch 'Caddyshack.' The movie was simply hilarious. I mean, it's a funny movie but the whole vibe of the acid was so overwhelmingly positive it just seemed like everything was extra enjoyable.

T+12.5 hours: I crawled into bed and took out 'Obedience to Authority' which is a psychology book about an experiment conducted by Dr. Stanley Miligram at Yale. I felt like my mind was devouring the information and encoding it into my brain with ease.

T+16 hours: I awoke from a doze to find myself still lightly tripping. There was a slight feeling of things being just different. My carpet continued to have shifting patterns but otherwise there was no more visual element to what had been a decidedly visual trip. After eating a light lunch of salad I felt very good. My mindset was extremely relaxed and upbeat, and all the overwhelming problems from prior to the trip took a new and less dramatic perspective. The trip gave me a chance to really prioritize and think about what makes me happy. I felt it was an excellent introspective journey, as well as giving me astounding visuals at some points, and a greatly enhanced appreciation for the city around me.

Well, the effects have more or less completely subsided now at 3:45 the next day. I still have slight distortions in my visual field when I unfocus my eyes, but they are diminishing. This trip was a rare treat and I only wish most of mine could be so wonderful. I've never had a bad trip, but then again I don't always have SPECTACULAR trips like this one either.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6091

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 12, 2002	Views: 12,534

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