		 DOSE:

		 150 ug
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   58 kg

Firstly I regard myself as something of a (hateful cliche) free spirit. I practise Yoga every day and meditate at least three times a week. I believe this prepared me well for the LSD experience. This report is on what is probably about my 20th trip in about two years. I'll skip the usual 'Is anything happening?', rumours, myths and political innuendo here.

About 2 hours into the trip (which I ingested at about 1500 that afternoon) I did my usual Yoga routine. (at this stage I was at about level 2 of 5 of the Psychedelic experience). I found breathing/movement coordination to be improved and my awareness of energy flowing through the body heightened. On the negative side, my balance was slightly impaired, though not significantly so.

Following that I meditated for about a half hour. Initially it was difficult to calm my mind with the myriad of low pH flavoured thoughts but once I reached The State my meditation brought me through full course to a very interesting place. By allowing my attention to centre on my Brow Chakra (Third Eye) and allow that consciousness to expand outward to infinity after Hara Consciousness was attained I was able to fully remove my self from the ego and all games. I recommend the online paper 'Psychedelic Yoga'.

At around 7 I met with my girlfriend, and (personal details omitted). My experience of sex that night was one of heightened awareness of my partner resulting in a very intense experience (word to the wise-NEVER attempt to see a significant other without making them aware of your altered state. This will save your relationship. Think about it). Now. My trip reached its highest point at about 1030pm. 6hours in odd. The report below occurred with closed eyes lying down on my bed. I was not asleep. Here is my description:

I'm standing in a dark field witha loomin g building to my left. The building is dark with a single light atop the building. I'm wearing a tattered tailcoat with long monk-robe like sleeves. ahead is a throne which  I can barely make out. Thre is a nun in blue and white robes in front of the throne. I walk toward her.

As I start walking I become aware of a huge funeral procession behind me. playing a mournful dirge in a sombre cacophany. They are also proceeding to the throne. When I approach the nun on her right hand side I see she is crying. She begins to scream as she waves a gold medalion back and forth. The crowd behind me appraches me slowly as though swimming in the air. The nun begins to cry. Tears of blood streaming from each eye and the crowd begins to attack each other. They bite, tear and fight. tearing pieces of flesh from young and old alike.

I fall and cloe my eyes. When I open them I am at the foot of a staircase covered in writing I cannot read. I climb the stairs and look over the balcony they end in. There is a group of masked actors performing silently below me. I open my eyes to the swimming luxuriant silence of my real-world awareness.

This was a pretty intense trip, but I would say an overall positive experience.

Peace and Light.

LiquidSky.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 37128

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 5, 2004	Views: 17,106

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LSD (2), Meditation (128) : Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   112 lb

Let me start by saying that I was completely clean before this.  Never been high, never want to - never been drunk, never smoked, nor do I even wish to taste alcohol or nicotine.  But this, this is something different.  And it's the only thing I've done.  A few weeks prior a friend of mine had come up with putting me on acid, since, according to general belief, I rarely made sense anyway, and hyped-up I would surely be at least twice as interesting.  he put the idea forward to me, so I went and spent about a week thoroughly researching the chemical and its effects.

It was either a Friday or a Saturday night, and I had presented my friend with an enormous poster advertisment designed to coerce my fellow students into buying yearbooks - I had liberated it from the hall of our highschool earlier that week.  We and another friend of mine had been driving around shortly after nightfall, and had stopped in the parking lot of one of our local theatres.  we got out to take in a breath of fresh air, and my friend turned to me and held out an Altoid box lined with foil.  Inside there were these two little squares of paper, and as I looked at them I became just a little perplexed.  'I just take one?' I asked, and he replied, 'Yeah, take this one, though, I think something may've happened to the other one to make it a bit weak.  Just put it on your tongue, and hold it there, you can touch it to the roof of your mouth if you want.'  'Kay,' I said, and took it sitting down in the back seat.  we drove around for a while larger, while my friends constantly interrogated me, asking if things were breathing (I had no idea), if car lights were streaking, and things like that.

After we drove around a bit more, we decided to stop by a place where a few more of our friends work, and would just now be closing.  When we got out of the car, I was aware of feeling slightly jittery, and was making the occasional grin every now and then.  My other friend brought with him the poster, so he could show it off, and in we went.  I stood around and looked about, and I remember someone telling a joke that was barely funny in the least, but I found myself laughing hysterically, actually to the point of having tears in my eyes.  As I recovered, someone hit me in the back with the folded up plastic poster.  I felt like I had never been more terrified in my entire life.  The shock must have been readily apparent on my face as I stiffened, as several of my friends gave a light chuckle.  Minutes later, I was hit with the poster again, and found it just as terrifying.  Afterwards my friend took me to the bathroom so I could see my pupils in the mirror - I don't recall being particularly impressed, although this was most likely due to the fact I never pay attention to my pupils anyway.

Sometime, during this brief gathering, plans had formed to go to a friend of mine's, Jessica's, where apparently everyone I was good friends with were going to to watch everything all come down.  We got back in the car, and I made sure to lock the door; just in case I got some sort of stupid idea, which, of course, I didn't.  About five minutes later I felt slightly nauseous and puked.  I had the foresight to keep my mouth shut, but nobody knew no matter how many times I kicked on the seat.  Eventually, after another desperate 'Mmm!' the point got across and my friend sped up to about 85mph so he could pull into the parking lot of our old middle school so I could puke on the entrance road instead of his seat.  At this point, of course, I was coming up rather strongly and was having incredible difficulty with the door lock.  I finally managed to open it, gave up on the seat belt, and leaned over and puked.  I was duly impressed with myself - no mess, and I usually made one sober!  After my friends made sure I was OK, we got back in the car.

I was, by now, grinning like a madman.  My friend stressed to me how important it was to act normal around the parents when we walked into the house; before we could get downstairs we would most likely have to deal with them.  I nodded firmly, feeling like I had just been charged with a very important mission.  We pulled up to the house, and as I got out I immediately threw myself into the ground and rolled around on the grass.  Presumably, this was to wipe off the vomit that wasn't actually on me, but whatever.  I felt like I was ready, said so, and we went up to the door.  'Don't say anything,' my friend warned, and I nodded again.  Mission Impossible music was playing in my head.  The door opened, and we were escorted in, and as we passed the parents, I felt brave.  'Hi!' I ventured, waving happily before I turned to follow everyone else downstairs.  I had succeeded in fooling them!  I felt like a total badass.  We went into the basement living room, complete with sink, couches, lights, and a 50-billion inch TV.  Everyone was there, just staring at me.  I grinned.

We spent some time just talking while I stared transfixed at the Ottoman.  It had a wavy pattern to its cloth, and it was flowing and moving back and forth.  'Jessica!  You have the coooooooooooolest Ottawa!' I exclaimed, and then abruptly stood up.  'I want some water,' I said, and headed over to the sink.  A few steps behind the couch, I lost my balance and fell.  I was helpfully informed that I needed to walk more like jello.  As I stood up, I gasped, suddenly aware of the fact that my centre of gravity had been moved.  I tried to explain this, but something got lost in the translation and I just blabbed, 'My crotch is falling!' This was met with widespread amusement and acceptance, and I turned to the sink, successfully filling up a glass with water.  It was a glass but had that fancy almost crystal look to it. I held it in my hand and swirled it a bit, as if it had wine in it.  I have never had wine, but, well, I had seen movies.  I sure felt debonair.  I was calm - cool, collected.  I sat back down, leisurely sipping from my drink and acting normal.  It lasted about, oh, thirty seconds, and after that we got into a conversation about magic tricks.

Something started to form in my mind, and I will try to reconstruct my thought process of about two seconds here for you: 'magic copperfield showgirls TV trick watre glass tiger zebra Oz dinosaur apples trick magic stuff.' This resulted in me feeling sorry for the poor, exploited showgirls, and to show my compassion, I offered up, 'If I were David Copperfield, I'd turn my boxers into a lady.'  This too was met with much approval, although I don't quite think anyone got my meaning.  I lay down on the floor, and somehow mentioned that I had guts of steel.  'Didn't you vomit on the way over here?' someone challeneged, but I was ready!  I was prepared.  We had just learned about it in history, so I felt like now, right here, on LSD, would be an EXCELLENT time to show how smart I was.  'Yeah, but back then, I had guts of copper.  They're steel now.  They underwent the Bessemer Steel Process.'  Another friend of mine, a grade level below me, blinked and looked up.  'What's the Bessemer Steel Process?' he asked, and I stood to tell him.

I was peaking at this point, and drooling a little so I must've looked like I was foaming at the mouth.  I wiped my mouth off, and nodded.  'Well, I'll tell you.'  And I did.  Kind of.  A bit.  I started on what was going to be an informative lecture, but somewhere I got sidetracked.  A lot.  Over and over.  In the same spot.  I had to keep being reminded, but since I kept losing steam, I had to start over.  My friend put his hand on my shoulder and gently suggested perhaps I ought to lay down.  In the hallway.  Away from everyone.  I wiped more spittle from my mouth, and agreed.  I lay down in the darkened hall, and closed my eyes.  I had some of the most incredible visuals I ever have.  They were in deep tones of VGA, the psychedelic reds and greens swirling into some kind of vortex I was falling through.  I was aware of demons clawing at me as I plummetted, and I raised and let my arms drop as I rolled from side to side, bumping into the walls and thumping my hands on the floor.  I suddenly felt very snake-ish, and was aware of just slithering through grasses, tasting the air with my tongue.

I lay there for about twenty minutes, relishing in the different realms of my consciousness before I got up and slowly walked back into the room.  Whatever convesation was going on, it stopped upon my arrival.  It was like one of those scenes when the kooky comic relief walks into a saloon in the old west.  Everyone completely stopped and stared at me.  I walked over, next to Jessica, and sat down quietly.  'So, what happened?' someone asked me.  I grinned and stretched out on the floor, closing my eyes and splaying my arms out in front of me on the floor.  'I was....a snake...' I said, and wriggled around as I kept my eyes shut and visualized sliding and slithering around.  I never divulged to any of them the rest of what I saw and experienced, as at some point I realized there was pizza.  I had been playing with the dog the whole night, and as I got up, this time was no exception.  I stood, and asked if I could have a slice.  'Sure, man, help yourself,' my friend responded. I stood, took a slice, and sat back down.  It was delicious, and as I finished up the last of the cheese topping and was left with just the saucy remainder of the crust.

I became acutely aware of the fact the dog wasn't around.  'Say, where's the dog?'  I asked, and then glanced to what appeared to be a bloody chunk of meat on a bone in my hand.  I was HORRIFIED!  What a faux pas!  Here I was, invited to her house, eating her food, and there!  I had just EATEN HER DAMN DOG!  'Wait...no.  That's stupid,' I said, and laughed.  As far as I know, only maybe 3 people realized what I was thinking.  Someone mentioned that someone else was coming over, and my friend conspiratorially suggested that nobody tell him I was on acid.  I stiffened, picking up my glass of water again and instantly feeling suave.  'Yeah, okay.  I can do that,' I said.  I managed to remember I was playing it cool for maybe almost a minute before my underclassman friend looked at me.  'So...what's the Bessemer Steel Process, Will?'  I gasped in astonishment.  The Bessemer Steel Process!  That had been YEARS ago!  'Wow, okay!' I said, and as he delightfully giggled and everyone else groaned, I launched into my lecture again.

The newcomer arrived, and periodically I would blurt, 'Shit!  I forgot where I was,' and after picking up my water and doing an awful job of acting normal for a while (30 seconds, tops), I would forget what I was doing and launch into the steel refining process again.  I went on for, I'm told, about TWO HOURS.  Two hours of the same four or five sentences rephrased constantly.  It would have been longer, but the girl whose house were at distracted me with the jellybeans. Eventually midnight came around. and we had to leave - no boys after 12!  We are apparently notoriously naughty and not to be trusted.  It was time to say goodbye.  I turned to everyone in kind, saying goodbye to them all.  I even caught a reflection of the glasses in the TV, and bid adieu to them as well. 'Bye, Crystal,' I said, and nobody really paid much heed.  We went back to the car, to my friend's house, and into the downstairs basement apartment.  I crashed on the bed while he put on some Tool or something, leaving me inside the dark bedroom all alone.

With the door shut, it was pitch black and the only thing I could make out was the phosphorescent glow of the plastic bat hanging from the ceiling.  I felt like there was an infinite expanse of vast space before me, and as I closed my eyes I could hear the dull throb of the base and guitar chords in the next room.  I saw the images of electric yellow oscillating and pulsing and cracking like light on my eyelids.  I don't know when I fell alseep, but it was a GREAT night.  There are several things that don't fit into any particular time frame - my friend trying to get me to tell him when a minute had passed, and me making feeble attempts every few seconds, or thirty minutes later, stabbing in the dark to guess.  I remember petting the dog and becoming aware of the fact that with my eyes closed I was playing the dog like a harp.  I saw bone and sinew stretched between as I plucked the cords, hearing the music that nobody else could.  It was beautiful to me, but I garnered only horrified stares from the two people who realized what was going on.

I remember a friend of mine walking in the room four times in a row, which completely bewildered me.  I remember him putting the jellybeans up high, daring me to get them, and I simply jumped over the couch.  Hot damn, I felt triumphant.  There is lots other, but this is just what sticks in my mind the most.  I've dropped acid almost twenty times since then, and love the experience every time, always new and different way.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 9891

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 21, 2004	Views: 8,093

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


		 DOSE:

		 112.5 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Venlafaxine
		 (daily)

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

I've been taking Effexor extended release (Venlafaxine) for almost a year now for treatment of depression, currently 112.5mg/day.  Prior to being on effexor, I had tripped many times with LSD and with mushrooms (psilocybes).  Since starting on effexor, I have found that the effects of shrooms, and especially acid, are greatly diminished in comparison to similar doses when not on effexor.  Friends who I regularly tripped with were having a great time, saying this was the best acid that had come around in a while, and I was barely feeling anything.  The best way I can describe it is this: the trips started, but never got off the ground.  About an hour or so after eating a few hits, i started to get the typical body energy thing that usually escalated into full-on trip, but the trip never came.  I basically had a mild body trip for a few hours but there were no visuals (other than maybe some mild peripheral tracers) and worst of all, there was no head trip whatsoever.  So I felt like i was tripping physically for a few hours and couldn't sleep, but my state of mind was absolutely sober.

This has been my experience each time I have tried acid or mushrooms since being on effexor.  Not necessarily a reason to go off of an anti-depressant, but certainly a very unfortunate side-effect.  I've seen some other similar accounts with effexor and other ssri's and psychedelics, but I just thought I'd add mine.

-Be safe, Be wise.  Know yourself, Know your drugs.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 35488

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 6, 2004	Views: 24,820

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Pharms - Venlafaxine (191), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:

		 0.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Datura

		 1 cup
		 oral
		 Datura
		 (tea)

		 2 drops
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		 6 cups
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   118 lb

A friend of mine (P) got given some acid. Two big tabs. I was dubious but he was keen to share it. B and I had half each. I actually shared a quarter with another friend M but since it was ‘free’ acid which I couldn’t taste and seemed to be coated in alluminium or something I knew I’d need every bit I could get, so M didn’t get much of a chew and consequently didn’t feel anything (he’s never tripped before – this was my 10th time). After a little while sitting around drinking at P’s flat (which was full of strangers he’d randomly invited over having never met before) B and I were taken into P’s room, where I noticed some strange looking substance on a mirror. ‘What’s that?’ I asked. ‘Datura’ P casually replied. I was a little taken aback as one might imagine. Given that I was well aware of the dangers of Datura and never intended to try it I was a little shocked to learn that P was indulging in the wicked herb quite regularly. He even assured me that it was fine and that people only fuck out because they take too much.

Anyway, we were going to smoke some pot but nobody had any, so P suggested we pack in a few bowls of Datura. I was reluctant but as I was looking forward to a fat night out and was well aware that the acid was shit I had a few puffs. It didn’t do anything. I don’t think smoking it actually works to be honest. However, about half an hour later, once we had smoked a little weed oil and I was beginning to feel the anxiety and restlessness that always accompanies the onset of acid, P gave us each a mug of mysterious hot water. It was Datura tea. I drank a cup. Someone said it tasted like oysters or clams or something. P and B had two cups each. Crazy bastards. We then decided to hit the town.

As we headed into town P kept reiterating how wasted he was. I was feeling a bit trippy. My limbs were all quite heavy and I had the pleasant ‘fuzzies’ from the acid. Unfortunately it never got any more intense than that and for the rest of the night I was feeling decidedly sober. In the head at least. I only drank about half a dozen beers. This is mainly because the Datura fucked up my throat so badly that I had to resort to water. It didn’t help though. My mouth was fine – more saliva than usual if anything – but my throat was DRY. So bad was it that every time I gargled water in an attempt to moisten it, it was dry again within seconds. And very painful. Ruined my whole night in fact. I would say that’s reason alone to never do Datura, but of course there are many more. Strange things were happening by this stage. When I went to drink my water it seemed like a huge effort to get the sipper up to my mouth. I must have looked like an absolute retard but at the time I shrugged it off and simply thought ‘hey that’s funny. My arms are really heavy!’

I left two boxes of beer in the shop where I bought my water, so I went back to grab them and we headed off to the ‘roof’ – a regular drinking spot where we often go to finish off our drinks before hitting the clubs. When we got there though, we were kicked out straight away by a security guard. As I went to pick up the beers and move on I realized I didn’t have them and still have no idea where they went. By now things were very strange. I felt fine, mind you. Totally sober almost, except for a slight drunk feeling, a bit of the warm fuzzies and an incredibly sore dry throat. B on the other hand was messed up pretty bad. He threw up a whole lot of bile on the way into town (which can’t have helped his throat), and when we got there he was an absolute mess. He would wander along behind us for a little bit then we’d turn around and he’d be gone. So I’d have to go back into the crowd to find him standing outside Burger King or something just standing there staring at a rubbish bin. So I’d drag him along a bit further and then he’d just vanish again. He reckons that he could only mumble incoherently all night and that he waited in line at a food store and when he got to the front he emptied his wallet onto the counter and stood there mumbling at the attendant.

All three of us were also noticing with alarming regularity that the ground kept falling out from under our feet. That I must say was extremely weird. Kind of cool though. At the time I just thought ‘hey, that’s funny. The ground keeps falling away!’ Eventually P went off to grab a taxi home (although apparently he didn’t know the way home, doesn’t remember how he got home, and didn’t make it home for another few hours!), while me and B went to catch the bus. I was feeling pretty sober by now (I actually think it’s possibly an effect of the drug that it makes you THINK everything’s normal – like when you wake up from a bizarre dream that seemed so familiar while you were dreaming it…). I was looking forward to going to bed. I jumped on the bus, paid my $5 fare and sat down with my back to the door across from D’s brother (D being the guy who piked out on us for the night). B followed me onto the bus. He may or may not have paid his fare, he can’t remember, but after a little while standing there (possibly mumbling to the driver) he got off the bus again.

Before I had the chance to pull him back on the door closed and the bus started driving away. B just stood there waving with a twisted grin on his face. He was rooted. I chatted away with D’s brother all the way home quite soberly but every couple of minutes I would ‘snap out of it’ and start trying to use my computer, thinking I was at work. I’d start typing, notice my keyboard was gone, sketch out, then realize I was on a bus and sketch out even more. It was as if the bus ride was just a daydream and I was actually at work on the computer. I was aware that I was on Datura though so I wasn’t too worried. The weirdest thing was that it just kept happening all the way home.

The next day my pupils were still quite huge and I worried that my folks might notice but they didn’t. I also felt really strange and anxious all day – especially since I couldn’t track down B and felt guilty for leaving him in town… he was fine though. Reckons he just stood there thinking about running to the next bus stop but didn’t move. That night I was back at my flat and I smoked some pot before going to bed. When I was in bed it seemed like my arm wasn’t attached to my body and it was just lying beside me. I was also thinking some really bizarre thoughts. I worried that even though I had been sober all day that I was actually still having delusions and just not realizing it.

As a conclusion I’d say to anyone who takes drugs that whatever reason you have to do drugs – and there are many – don’t bother with datura. It doesn’t make you feel euphoric or high. It makes you feel normal. It makes you dream while you’re awake, and it isn’t until you wake up from a dream that you realize how fucked up it was. The bottom line: Datura is dangerous and deceiving. If you think it’s cool to fuck your head up and walk naked through a river thinking you’re in town with your friends going ‘man, this Datura doesn’t do shit’ to people that aren’t even there then take it. You probably deserve what’s coming to you anyway.

As for me – I won’t be trying it again. No point. I didn’t feel wasted. I just was. I prefer the exact opposite. Like pot or acid – drugs that make me feel fucked up but I'm still able to act normal (to a degree) in public. Datura is a soul-stealing drug and I would strongly recommend against trying it. It simply isn’t worth it.

GOOSEMAN

New Zealand

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 12566

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 4, 2004	Views: 21,086

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LSD (2), Datura (15) : Combinations (3), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

		 oral
		 Alcohol

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   62 kg

This was the 6th time I was using LSD. It’s not very easy to find around here ( but not very hard as well), I loved it since the first time I tried it, but blotters used to be quite weak, and the last 2 times I bought them, I got ripped of. I once bought 4 condom blotters and I had to take them all to trip (and I didn’t tripped hard at all), and I’ve bought 2 totally bunk blotters as well. I got a bit “scared” of wasting my money on acid, and even if I had the chance to buy them, I’d rather blow my money on E or speed. Also, before I tried acid, I pictured it as a powerful visual-inducing drug, but when I tried it, I didn’t got any visuals at all apart from some mild colour-enhancement. I truly enjoyed the open-minded feeling and the euphoria though.

But finally I had the opportunity of buying some good acid. A close friend of mine told me he could get me some very strong microdots. I decided to buy 2, for 10€ each. I went to his house in the morning, probably around 11AM, bought the acid and went back home, where I had lunch (only soup and some fruit, I didn’t wanted to fill my stomach with “heavy” food) and half an hour later I opened one of the plastics where the dots were closed (sealed without air for some reason…), I put it in a glass of water to be sure I’d swallow it and drank it. Then I went to the living-room and watched some TV.

In that moment, I didn’t think about my mindset because I wanted to trip so bad…. I know I should have done it, but I wasn’t in a bad mood at all. It was a normal day during summer vacations: no college, the sun was shining and there were very few and small clouds in the sky. It was quite hot and all my friends would be in one of the bars we used to go to, so I wouldn’t have to trip alone (getting high alone is one of the stupidest things to do with drugs, at least in my humble opinion).

40 minutes later, I was watching TV in my bedroom. I began to feel a bit nauseous. Nothing strong, only a mild pain and discomfort in my stomach. I knew it was the beginning of something, and waited. The nausea almost totally subsided, and I was feeling more energetic. Mild at first, and then it got stronger. I got up and went outside, to my garden. I wasn’t feeling the usual blasting euphoria I used to feel when acid was hitting me, but I was definitely starting to feel the psychological effects. Colours were a bit more vivid, but nothing special. There wasn’t visual distortion, but I had the unexplainable feeling that things looked different, weird, but in a very magical and beautiful way. I felt strangely connected to the world around me, to every plant, every animal, every single living being. And by that time, I was also getting speedier by the moment. If I didn’t knew that a dose of amphetamines wouldn’t fit in a microdot, I’d say that there was speed mixed with the LSD, but I knew it was just me reacting in an uncommon way to the drug, for me at least, because I didn’t used to get very physically stimulated with acid.

Some 10 minutes later, the usual psychological stimulation began: my mind started racing, thoughts were reaching and leaving my head in fraction of seconds, I could be thinking about multiple things at once, mostly incoherent thoughts, but I was loving it. I stayed in the garden enjoying the effects for a while and then went back home.

At 1:30 PM I left home, to meet my friends in a bar. I was feeling able to drive, so I took my car.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]  When I parked and left it, I was feeling enormous (I’m not a tall person at all). I would look to other cars parked in the side of the street, and they would look like they were  really small. However, It wasn’t a visual distortion, just an inner and unexplainable feeling. By that moment, I was feeling very euphoric, noticing the beauty of everything around me, noticing that it was such a nice day, and also feeling very light. The wind made me feel like I was flying, it was amazing. Finally I met my friends. I told some of them what I was on (the one who openly approve of non-cannabis drugs) and we stayed there for a while, talking. I was very happy and was laughing a lot, I think that some people realised I was on something, but at that moment, it didn’t bothered me at all. I drank a coke and it tasted sooooo great… That sweet taste was very pleasing, but I think was also noticing the taste of the vegetal extracts (sweet coca  ) separately, very nice indeed, and very refreshing.

Later (maybe an hour had passed, I don’t know for sure), we decided to go to the arcade saloon, and things got weird. My friends were playing and I was sitting next to them. I was very quiet, but my racing mind became paranoid. I was thinking that everybody was noticing that I was tripping balls. That was totally nonsense because I was just sitting there quietly and I think I knew it, but still, I was getting more and more paranoid. I had to leave that place, I told 3 of my best friends that my trip was starting to take a turn from heaven to hell, and that I just couldn’t stay there. They said they were going with me, and we went to a bar which none of us knew. We got in and went downstairs, because nobody was there. We asked for some drinks, had some cigarettes, had some very nice conversations. I was back to heaven. We talked a lot and I think I lost the sense of time. Once I realised it, it was 7:30PM and we’d been there just talking for hours. It was time for us to go home.

And in the way home, finally, I had my first acid visuals. I first started noticing that the floor was stretching and undulating. Then, it got stronger. Not only the floor, but also every wall was dancing, being distorted. I drove home, and I got in. I turned the TV on and the colours were amazing, truly magnified. I also noticed that mind gradually slowed down, and I began feeling such a serenity, tranquillity and peace of mind, as opposed to the usual edgy feeling. I went outside one more time to see the sun disappear. The sky was very orange, and when I looked to a cloud, the cloud began morphing and assuming the shape of things like boats, horses and houses… I went to my garden again and I felt the most connected to the nature I’ve ever felt. A deep and true respect for every living being, more intense than ever. I always defended the animals rights, but I never thought of it in the way I was thinking then. I felt like even killing an insignificant insect was a crime, something disgusting. This was what I learned with this trip.

It has been 8 months, and I’ve never intentionally killed one animal, not even one single ant, one single mosquito. I just try to get them away from my house, not letting any food exposed or using some mosquito-repellent. I love acid so much because it made me realise something that even the deep empathy of MDMA didn’t: life is sacred and the most precious thing in the world. I’m not a vegetarian because it’s natural for one species to eat another, it’s just the way nature is, but I think killing an animal if it’s not for eating, is totally wrong.

The effects started to slowly subside as well as the visuals, and I watched some TV, had dinner and later, I went to sleep with no problems and feeling fine. Acid is a blissful drug, absolutely, it’s the only drug I think that every person should try at least once in their lives, because it makes me see that the world isn’t only what we see, makes me realise how important it is to respect our fellow man, and in nowadays society, I think that something that makes us more emotional about everything that surrounds us is a blessing.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 20939

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 22, 2004	Views: 7,755

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LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:59

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 1:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 2:15
		 3 tablets
		 insufflated
		 Pharms - Methylphenidate
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 7:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 9:00
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Trazodone
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   205 lb

Ok I’m about to describe my first and only bad trip. It happened on xmas

when I got ahold of 2 hits of LSD, I’m used to tripping alone so I didn't

care if none of my friends could get out of their home on xmas, I could

handle this easily....I thought.

At 7:45 pm I decide to swallow the 2 hits, then proceeded to smoke some pot

and just generally chill out.

T+ 1:30 The trip isn't getting very strong so I decide to smoke some more

weed, the acid is finally coming up. Some nice red trailers, colors being

brighter etc. I was thinking this wasn't the best cid I ever had though, no

real intensity, some slight jolts down the spine.

T+2:15 10 pm, I am high, no doubt, but out of nowhere, I start getting

sleepy! This was really weird to me, how can you be sleepy on acid, anyway,

I crushed 3 Ritalins and snorted them, thinking it would just wake me up,

but that wasn't anything near the truth.

T+ 3:00  Visuals got stronger, I was happy, gigglin alone while watching the simpsons. Looked promising.

T+3:30 My parents get home early from their xmas party! I am very annoyed by this for a few minutes then didn't mind it anymore, I got very paranoid they would notice I was seriously looking higher than anything pot could have done. They went to bed, but that's when the bad trip started.

T+4:00 Visuals getting crazy, at this point, my memories are getting hazy, I remember walking around the house, not quite knowing what to do, sometimes staring blankly, I started feeling weird inside my head an body.

T+7:00 My condition deteriorated, visuals faded away to be replaced by a

general feeling of sickness and depression, I smoked some more pot, thinking it would alleviate the way I felt, but to no avail, I started feeling panicky, I got scared of my cat for no reason, thinking it looked at me with contempt. The paranoia was getting out of hand, I didn't know for sure if I was breathing correctly, I felt like my heart would stop, I had a very bad pressure below my left foot and inside my right hand.

T+9:00 I had enough, I swallowed 100 mg of trazodone with some cereal and

went to bed, my pupils got back to normal real quick and I rapidly fell into sleep.

I woke up at 11 am feeling weird still, smoking some pot made the bad

feeling come back a little, but it went away later in the day. This story

really confuses me, was it the ritalin ? was it because my parents got home

earlier than supposed ? was the paranoia caused by the mixture of ritalin

and lsd? the only other time I was paranoid on acid was my second trip with it, and in no way was it THAT bad. I feel a bit depressed since, and generally tired, seems like this experience really wore me off. Might I recommend not mixing these 2 substances.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 19993

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 29, 2004	Views: 25,846

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Pharms - Methylphenidate (114), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

Reality continued to spin. An invincible spider wove an intricately sculpted web in the nighttime sky. A web connected from star to star glimmering brightly as ever against a back round of the blackest black. A black void dotted with golden grains of sand.  Stars whom litter the night and find it of the up most importance to hint us in on their existence billions of miles away.

“Holy Shit! ” Evan whispered in the lightest of tones. A tone hinted by the pure awe involved in the current situation. A situation of confusion combined with a new understanding. An event of escape which led us all on a journey so real that it made reality look a cartoon episode of the Ghostbusters!

A shooting star had caught all three of our eyes as we stared in utter amazement. The shooting star was so vivid it was almost as if our vision was imitating the exactness of a powerful telescope. The spacescape, though appreciated and acknowledged previously, was now being seen with my eyes as if it were the first time. A freshness flooded the emotions of the situation like I had never felt before. This view of the nighttime sky which kept my eyes peeled was one of a universal stimulation. A universe of endless possibilities! A universe in which everything is connected in some mystical way. A universe in which I live! A universe which sometimes lives separate from my occasionally wandering mind.

We stood there thoughtless in a rational sense, but the force behind the horizon was thinking for us. Idle thoughts became theories and a deluge of glowing life took control of our vision. Questions were answered as fast as they were asked. Time became meaningless and unrestrictive. Our spirits had escaped their regular limitations and exceeded earthly trivia. Those thoughts that usually occur silently in the privacy of one’s mind became elevated to take on a deeper meaning. A silence loomed over us and everything grew clearer. Everything became crystal clear as if my eyes focus had finally been adjusted correctly. I felt awakened from a previous state of sleep. Awakened from a life of bondage. The valve had been opened allowing my existence a peak at the intense realness of life. The very mixture of atoms that ultimately composes the universe and infinite galaxies beyond. For one night we were let loose to run upon the clouds and jump casually from star to star! It was truly an awakening. An awakening so strong it forces one to ask in recollection of times past, “Why have I been asleep for so long?”

“Kevin Spacey’s face is all over the place! ” Mike proclaimed ending a 5 minute period of silence that felt more like a decade. We were back inside watching American Beauty on Evan’s 62 inch television screen. Evan and I turned to Mike and laughed in unison. The laughter which commenced was a fit of laughter so free and unrestrained that it’s echoes vibrated in the heavens. We laughed harder than if we had just caught an episode of the Simpson’s following a smoke down! I felt like a new born absorbing my surroundings in awe and confusion at the same time. For we were reduced to mere babies staring at the world with wide open eyes and not quite knowing what to make of it. This feeling of smallness in comparison to such a vast universe is a feeling that I had felt before at certain times, but not nearly as strongly. For life was opening up to us, and only us during that night. Life was understood and at the same time still all too mysterious. We didn’t know what to think or what to believe anymore. Our minds were blown away and forced to start from a new perspective. We were in the state of confusion in a heightened consciousness of pure bliss. A bliss so central to our spirit that it screams out “Answer my calls, for I am here and I can be accessed with an open mind. Indulge in my essence and you will not be disappointed! ”Our adventure with LSD was over in effects but its spirit would live on forever.

Be knowledgable, Be sensible, Know your true priorities. . . . . . . .

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 14259

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 17, 2004	Views: 6,712

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 capsl
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

		 LSD
		 (capsule)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

It was a few days after New Year's eve, and me and my cousin K were doing everything in our power to find some acid.  We had done acid together 3 times before, mushrooms about 4 times, ecstasy quite a few times, and of course I smoked herb with him hundreds of times.  Unfortunately for my cousin he was starting a new job in which he would receive random drug-testing, and would have to quit engaging in anything but alcohol consumption for the next few years, this was our fuel to find some good psychedelics to do.  One of my friends was able to help me out, and I got two homemade looking capsules of what was supposedly an LSD/MDMA mix.  It was already tested and approved by my friends, so there was no worry about the quality of it.  K was happy to hear about my acquisition, and we settled on a saturday night trip at my friend S' house.  Me and K got to S's house, with empty stomachs (excluding the 5 vitamin C's I ate) and 'The Fast and the Furious' on tape.

It was around 6:00 pm when we dropped the capsules, and we settled in with the sound of exhausts blazing, and intakes roaring, while we passed around a bong.  At about 7:00 sharp, I noticed that everything was looking more alive than normal, and I felt a glowing warmth inside that could only be the X.  K looked slightly less impressed by what was going on in his world, but I just figured we had different absorption rates.  Fifteen minutes later, the whole carpet in S's room is swirling and pulsing as if it were liquid.  The dark soda and cigarette ash stains on the carpet were doing very interesting things, expanding and contracting, turning into pictures of things, pictures the acid wanted me to see.  I look across the room to K, who despite his distance of about 4 feet, appears to be 14 feet away, and am rewarded with a smile, and an 'I'm definitely feeling it' look on his face.  The movie begins to make less and less sense, and the most disappointing thing was that it never looked different.  Everything else in my field of vision was moving, and alive, swaying in an acid breeze, but the pictures on the TV remained unwarped and boring.

We resorted to verbally bashing the terrible writing in the movie, and the false portrayal of street racing, and soon even that got old and we could no longer stand the crappiness of the movie.  I really liked the movie before, but on acid its worse qualities were amplified, and it became quite an unenjoyable experience.  We turned it off, and watched Comedy central instead.  I decided to test my reading ability on acid, and started to read the ingredients list on my bottle of Gatorade.  I knew the words, and I knew what they meant, but every attempt I made to interpret them correctly only resulted in the revealing of a hidden message under the words, which was much more important than ingredients.  One of my other friends showed up and it was time to smoke again.  We passed around S' new glass pipe, packed with a full bowl of some dank Humboldt herb, which definitely kicked mine and K's trip into a higher level.  We sat around conversing, and telling stories, me and K producing the least coherent comments, but still we had a lot of fun and did a fair amount of laughing.

Me and k were both pleased with the strength of our trips, only expecting to find about half a hit of acid in the capsules, we felt like there was about one full one.  Blackholes absorbed every bit of movement as it slowly died away, and numb faces regained their feeling, as the acid began to leave us.  Departing with such wonderful chemicals is always so sad.  I know I will find it again, but when I feel its power start to die, I can't help but wish it would stay longer.  Longer.......  K stood up looking at his watch, and announced that it was time for him to head home. I stood to meet his handshake, and mentioned something about smoking one more time before he had to quit.  He said that that night was his last.  'So this is the last time we'll smoke together?' The question was more of a statement.  Neither of us had realized it until that very moment.  For 2 maybe 4 years we would never share a spliff, drop the gravity bong, or smoke a blunt together.

I love K like a brother, and we have been through a lot together - probably in past lives too - good and bad we have seen it all.  The first time I ever got stoned he was there, the first time I did X, mushrooms, and LSD he was there.  How could I spend the next few years doing these things with out him?  The thought of not smoking with him for a long time almost made me want to cry.  He would still be around, and we would still hang out a lot, but smoking herb is an important part of life for me, and for him too so it was just sad to see him lose the privelege, and to know we won't be able to partake of the herb together for a time.  We both remained standing, he looked like he really did not want to leave knowing well what it meant the end of.  He lingered for a few more seconds, then realized it really was over, and he had to get home, so he continued on his way out.  I said 'Peace' mentally and wished him luck on his journey into sobriety.  A very sad farewell indeed (despite it's temporary nature,) to my favorite and dearest trip-partner.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 11920

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 21, 2004	Views: 7,417

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

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

		   T+ 0:00
		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

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

		   T+ 1:20

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I would first like to mention that I strongly urge people to not try this on their own. Now that that's aside, I shall reveal how I changed my perspective on LSD, and gained much respect for it.

It was the end of April, and a friend and I were working security at a rave in northern La. We start the day off with several bowls from the glass pipe and our ounce bought the day before, and have several more on the 3 hour drive to the venue. By the time we get to the venue, down to 3/4 ounce, very high, and full of positive energy about the evening ahead. Three hits hidden behind my drivers licence wrapped in foil, but not until I work the door a bit first. Not really caring about what people bring into the party, just watchin for weapons and all, I get to check out most of the people coming in. An hour later I dose, it's 10:00, the party's just starting, and the line slims down for a bit. A peculiar looking guy walks in, who we'll call legos for the remainder of the story, because his facial features and skin tones looked very similair to those on Lego men. Anyways, I pat legos down like everyone else, and his pockets bulge from every angle.

I pull him aside, and say whats in your pockets man? I dont mind whatever it is as long as its not a gun, but your pockets are bulging. So he leans close to me and says 'I have a bible dropped out in my pockets, let me sell tonight hassle free and you're fed all night'. I said 'deal'. He hands me 3 sweet tarts and says 'be careful, they're triple dripped'. I hand him a bracelet, say ok, no problem, and eat all 3. Where I'm from, we only get LSD thats been cut by one or two or forty people, so I'm used to weak stuff.

T+30mins: already starting to trip quite nicely. Decide to say goodbye to the security job (I only had to work as long as I wanted to) and wander the party lookin for fun. My 2 buddies (also tripping on some of the same paper I had before and Lego's liquid) and I move around from place to place, plotting between us who we want to run up to and strobe our microlights at and dance for. Give several lightshows, head to VIP room for some refreshments.

T+60mins: sitting in the VIP room on the couch, staring at the ceiling. A hole appears in the 20 ft. High ceiling about 3 feet in diameter, and huge spider legs start coming through it. I dont like this at all. I get up to find a weapon to hit it with incase it gets through, and Legos appears out of nowhere and I see his lips moving, but his words were mute for a few seconds until I thought about listening to him and then I could hear him, and he was asking if I wanted some more sweet tarts. (here begins the series of events leading to the bad trip) I say sure. He hands me 4 more and leaves. I eat them. I then seek out my friend and we stand in the middle of the dance floor surveying the crowd around us. We watch as Legos circulates through the crowd of 200 kids and I see him dosing everyone. Even cops. He's walking up to police officers in the parking lot and offers them candy, and they accept! Back inside, the dj starts spinning some crazy track with sirens, cop sirens. Constant cop sirens.

You know that feeling in the back of your mind when you know somethings going wrong? It begins here. I hear the sirens constantly and I think, the party's getting busted! I run to the door and look outside and the cops are there..but they're not coming in, they're sitting in their cars talking to each other laughing. I don't get this. I go back in and realize that I am tripping really hard. I start looking for my friend and when I find him I tell him of my condition. 'It's ok, just remember that you took acid and everything will be ok'. I try to party more but the sirens keep bothering me to a point of heated panic. Im running aorund the party, person to person, (by this point I'm pretty sure all of the poeple attending were tripping somewhat, including some dj's) trying to convince people that we should all go somewhere else besides the party. After about 20 minutes of this, I have a crowd of about 20 people following me out the door, and Legos stops me. Asks me where I'm going, hands me some candy. Before I think about it I eat it.

T+2.5 hours: losing my mind. People are changing shades of purple and violet. When people talk to me, their words form visible letters that float from their mouths as they speak them, floating through the air around them and me.  I can see their words, I can feel the words that float and bounce off of me, I can taste the words that I inhale. This is all very confusing to me, so I head outside. ..blank...

T+?: (what I think is happening): snap out of blackout, standing in parking lot of venue, next to a police car, with the rear door open, and man who looks like a police officer standing next to me. My vision is only about 50% right now because when I try to focus on his face it melts and slides off his chin. I hear him say 'get in the car'. I say 'am I under arrest'. I hear 'yes, get in'. WE HAVE JUST LOST CABIN PRESSURE. Here begins a nightmare of old bad dreams and embarrasing moments when I felt most vulnerable, all of these come floating back to me at once at blinding speed, each with sharp clarity. I'm riding in the back of a police car, talking to my mom on a cell phone the officer gave me. For some reason, I feel it necessary to repeat over and over again my vital information (name, birthdate, address, phone number, etc.) Into the cell  phone. ..black out.. Wake up, I'm at home on my couch, my friends are passed out on my floor and bed, and I feel like total dogshit.

(what really happened): after my friends notice that I really shouldnt be at the party anymore (somewhere around 3am) they try to get me out to the car. After 20 minutes of convincing me that I wouldnt sink into the pavement if I walked on it, I trudge to my ride's car. He opens the back door and says get in. I say am I under arrest? He (wanting me to just get in so we can leave) says yes. I roll around the backseat for the next few hours in my little nightmare while my friends try to navigate the car while tripping themselves (they too had been visited by Legos, and our driver was on a quarter sheet).

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

After a few near-accidents, my friends decide to stop on the side of the road and let it die down a bit before continuing. After a few minutes of disc jockeying, they decide to get out and look at the stars (interstate, middle of nowhere, 5am, no cars). They let me out and we all walk around on the interstate looking at the stars and at strange patterns made by the tar stains on the road.

Then a diesel truck comes over a hill about a quarter mile back. I dive into the 4 foot tall dripping wet weeds on the side of the road to hide from the bright lights heading our way. My friends fish me out of the weeds and throw me back in the backseat and take off again. Then they threw on Incubus - SCIENCE. By about track 9 I've settled down in the backseat. The end of that album is all acid jazz. We loved it of course. An hour and a half later we arrive at my house and crash after smoking a come down bowl.

I awoke the next day with a startlingly clear memory of my version of the events of the night, yet when my friends told me what really happened, it was as if I already knew what they were going to say, but didnt know why. After a day or two of contemplation I managed to put the stories together and got what you just read. Altogether I learned to greatly appreciate and respect LSD. I learned that it will do with my mind whatever it wants to. Respect acid. Dont get sloppy with it, or it will rule you.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 12069

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 29, 2004	Views: 9,687

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LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Tryptophan - 5-HTP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 1:00
		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 4:00
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Tryptophan - 5-HTP
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 7:00
		 1 shot
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   285 lb

I was trying to find some info on using 5-HTP with LSD, but I didn't come across too much good info.  I tried it this past weekend and have decided to post my report.  I had heard that in combination with 5-HTP, it gives the LSD trip a bit more of an MDMA feel.  Here are my findings.

8pm Dosed 100mg of 5-HTP

9pm Dosed 2.5 hits of average quality LSD.

9:45pm I am feeling the mild calming effects of the 5-HTP when the LSD starts to kick in.  I'm feeling the typical anxiety I always get with LSD, but it doesn't seem as bad as usual.  No real MDMA type feeling though.  Just less anxiety.  Maybe my touch was a little more sensitive.  I chilled out with my gf (who was also doing LSD and pot).  I didn't smoke any pot though because I don't deal so well with it.  Watched some dance videos on BPM for a while.  Then put on some soft porn since we were both pretty arroused.  Fooled around a bit, couldn't concentrate too much on the sex though due to the acid.  Listened to some tunes and watched some winamp visualizations on my big tv.  I was getting some pretty sweet audio distortions.  Was feeling the music in waves go through me.  Got some decent color trails, but nothing spectacular.  One thing I noticed was that it was a total positive vibe from start to finish.  I attribute this to the 5-HTP.

Around 1am, I took another 100mg of 5-HTP for the ride down.  I was getting a bit edgy just before I took it and in about 15 minutes, I was nice and relaxed for the comedown.  Not edgy 'stone skin' type feeling.  It was a total warm and fuzzy comedown.  I was able to sleep by about 5am.  That is the earliest I have ever gotten to sleep after an acid trip.  The 5-HTP didn't shorten the trip or anything, it just enabled me to relax during the comedown and I didn't have to sit awake through the whole 7:45...7:44...7:45 thing.  The most annoying part of LSD is when I am just tired of tripping and want to go to sleep, but can't!  The 5-HTP really helped this.  I also had a shot of vodka around 4am, but it usually takes about 4-6 shots to really get me to calm down enough to even think about sleep.

Also, just a note.  I don't feel that the first dose of 5-HTP gave me any MDMA type feeling in combination with the LSD.  If anything it kept me calm while I was taking off.  I probably wouldn't bother with it before the LSD in the future, but definitely for the comedown.  Happy travels!

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 21960

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 30, 2004	Views: 29,842

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LSD (2), Tryptophan - 5-HTP (196) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 3:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I have been a fairly common user of almost every drug available for the past 2 years.  I have used mushrooms, ecstacy, dxm, cocaine, crystal meth, various uppers and downers all about 10 times apiece. I have also been a daily pot smoker for roughly 4 years.

LSD was never really available to me though it recently has.  I have only used it a few times and on my fourth use I took a single hit that was of moderate strength and then another approxamitely three hours later.  After tripping for a very long time and eventually coming down and passing out, I awoke to find that I still had visual 'trails'.  It is very similar to the effect that the mouse pointer is capable of doing.

It has been roughly 4 weeks and I have ceased all drug use in an attempt to see if it would cause the trails to dissipate.  It has seemed to have little effect as I still see them on any fast moving objects.

HPPD has not interfered with my living but it becomes very hard to look 'hand talkers' in the eye.  My focus tends to drift to the visuals that occur.

I previously have been prescribed to xanax (used for recreational purposes only) and I will be attempting to use it as a treatment as I've read that the benzo catagories may have an effect. I hope that the benzo will have a dampering effect or that this problem will go away with time.

Since the other visual-inducing drugs never caused this condition despite excessive dosing and use, I would warn that lsd was most certainly the drug that caused this and that one might consider using other psychedelics if one feels the need to use them.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 39324

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 31, 2004	Views: 11,737

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LSD (2) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), General (1), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I remember the day, in the middle of July or so. My friend obtained some very potent liquid LSD. I was experienced with low to medium doses and was excited to try it in liquid form. I asked him for a drop or too, so he took out the small dropper bottle. It was his first time even squeezing the small bottle, and dropped a little too much on my tongue. I tried to rub some off with my fingers, but it may have just absorbed into my skin. When we looked at the hundred dollar bottle, about a quarter of it was gone. He apologized, and I realized all I could do was hold on and let it hit me.

It was obviously the strongest acid trip I ever had. The come up was VERY intense. My emotions were swinging uncomfortably. When I began peaking, the visuals were so incredibly intense that I couldn’t even worry anymore. I was just a vapor floating through different colors and patterns. Reality was non-existent, while I sat in one spot for about 5 hours. One visual I can describe was seeing a river rise 10 times over my head, and crashing into lasers in colors I never saw. Eventually I was able to name things I was looking at, and I tried to enjoy the hallucinations. My friend who was watching me would melt into a puddle of color and slowly build into his original shape. I looked at my hand, but it would just spiral away into many colors.

After the trip, I was very shocked and silent for many days. I couldn’t even have a bad trip because I really couldn’t even think. I just wanted to post this to warn all of you to be careful with liquid LSD. It changed the way that I interpret my sense of sight.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 12882

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 27, 2005	Views: 8,917

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LSD (2) : Overdose (29), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I used to be a heroin 'junkie', an 'addict'.  That was how I defined myself.  I was the classic, tortured artist junkie.  I didn't know any other way drugs would be used other than to just feel good and to create an image for oneself.  I later quit and swore off all drugs all together.  That was the next way I defined myself, a preacher of the gospel of dangerous drugs.  After some time, talking with my roommate and friend Eric, and some thought I realized it was not drugs that abused me, it was I that had abused them.  I was the one that needed to change. I began experimenting once again, this time I listened to my experiences, in an attempt to not only have a good time, but to better myself.

A few months later me, my roommate and my friend Lee decided to take 8 hits of LSD.  We'd all done it before, but never more that 3-4 hits, this was something new to all of us.  We all woke up early that day, Lee and I both took 8, and Eric decided his mood was off so took 2.  We all made our way to brunch, talked to people and headed back to our rooms.  I was having a cigarette so I was finishing it outside when the initial body rush hit.  I went upstairs and saw Lee and Eric experiencing more or less the same thing.  We decided to go for a walk, so we all bundled up.  It was a warm winter day, but a winter day none the less.  While walking we all realized that we had become walking machines, our bodies whole existence became walking, and with my body, my mind became a walking machine as well.  I scanned for all possible paths, chose the one that would be the path of least resistance, and contracted the appropriate leg muscles to make that happen.  Suddenly my walking machines processor was shattered by a sight so unexpected that I shrieked (at least I think I did).  A llama farm.  Three llamas standing tall, one staring at each of us.  They where mirrors of us.  And if they where mirrors of us, we where mirrors of them, so we must be llamas.  With that dilemma solved we proceeded down the road.

Our bodies remained walking machines, but our brains took in the sights of the day.  Towering trees and houses that dwarfed us all.  We realized how insignificant we where.  Just roaming bags of water and carbon.  Then, another earth shattering experience, someone flew past in one of those machines that allow you to sit and move at the same time.  A person hung out the window and screamed something.  It was just Even and Ace getting stoned, no worries.  we then reached a steel bridge that spanned over the most incredible stream I had ever seen, the snow was melting, and the stream was babbling.  We climbed through the bridge and discussed the probability of the chap stick I had was made in some guys basement.

After a full day of such exploits we returned to the campus.  We stopped at the athletic center and our friend Karl was working.  He made us ham sandwiches.  We went back to our rooms, and Eric had to work.  So me and Lee decided to go with him.  There was some sort of concert, so Eric, Lee, and I became speaker moving machines.  After the night was done we returned to our rooms, and attempted to sleep, but sleep would not come.  So we watched movies until class.

That was one of the most pleasant days of my life.  We didn't climb Mount Everest, or go over Niagara Falls.  We didn't have sex with super models or party with Motley Crue.  We just had a nice time and learned a lot about ourselves in the process.  This was what I was missing before.  Drugs aren't some sordid little toy, there something that should be shared, with family and friends.  Like a picnic at the park, or a summer BBQ there a way to have a nice time and learn about yourself and loved ones.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 9545

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 9, 2005	Views: 6,622

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


		 DOSE:

		 LSD

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

The event was inspired by a previous tripping experience we had. Here is a brief background that led up to the day.

This was the second time I'd had lsd, the first time was a couple of months before and I loved it. 5 out of 8 of my friends had gone completely crazy the first time, their minds got stuck in personal hells and vowed never to do it again. The first time, one of my friends who flipped out couldn't say anything except 'key to the zoo' and was obsessed, ringing random numbers on his phone asking people about the key. He was acting kind of like a monkey and trying to trade various objects of no value (like his socks) with anyone. At some point in the night, we decided that perhaps it would be cool to trip at the zoo, so 2 months later that's what we did.

I was looking forward to this day for weeks due to the fact that the first trip I had was such an uplifting and positive experience. I'd heard that setting was important, and a relaxing environment was necessary but the first time we had gone to see the fireworks in vast crowds and I didn't mind. About 10 of us went to the zoo but only 4 had the blotter (myself, C and 2 friends of C I'd never met that hadn't had it before, lets call them S and R). It is good to have a couple of co-pilots around if things turn sour. I'd eaten only a small meal for breakfast and drove round to a friends to meet up with the other people.

10am -

Pile up in 2 cars, 5 people in each. 4 of us in 1 car drop our tab on the way to zoo, the other car detours and takes another 30 minutes or so to get to the zoo.

10.50am-

The other guys finally get to the zoo, we'd just been sitting at a bench waiting for it to kick in. In the mean time I'd been to a shop and almost forgot to pay for my oj, or had thought it unnecessary. By the time the other guys got here, me and C had started seeing the woodwork move in the normal breathing-like fashion. The other 2 guys were unconvinced that it would affect them.

11am-12pm

We visited various exhibits, first a bird sanctuary, all of us that were tripping were in mouth-gaping awe at the beauty of it all, the tranquility and pleasantness of the experience. This experience was often interrupted by a non-tripper making small talk. This slowly got on my nerves but I ignored the person making the comment, feeling on a higher plane to them. Everyone that was tripping was feeling it now, the 2 guys I didn't know were a little freaked as they didn't really know what to expect. I already felt more at ease and closer to these 2 guys than I did with my other friends who I'd known for over 10 years. Myself and the other 3 elected to do a detour through a botanical garden which was probably my best choice of the day. A light mist coming from overhead sprinklers was so pleasant, and my friend made me put my hand through some spiderweb, it felt smooth and pliable. I guess when you're tripping solid objects feel a bit more web-like in any case: movable but still firm. I could of stayed in the garden forever.

12pm-1pm

After the garden detour, S became very freaked and said he couldn't go on, we alerted the group to this fact and said we needed a chill-out point. We sat on the grass for a few moments but I still felt on top of the world, a little freaked by S, I guess I thought it could happen to me shortly too. During the next half hour I walked with all non-trippers to several other exhibitions. Some animals I felt a strong connection with, such as the elephants. Several exhibited a coloured glow and I thought how pleasant this primeval existence would be. I trailed the group and reflected on several things regarding our behavior to animals. Somewhere around this point I decided I really have to visit africa at some stage in my life. A forced people to visit the african exhibit with me and the meer cats were wonderous. Their behavioural patterns changed so quickly and they seemed as content as I. They quickly moved from digging to play fighting, to sleeping. The ground around them and everywhere was starting to swirl quite vigorously at this point, it was getting very intense. I could feel my senses starting to merge, light, sound, touch, hearing, smell and for all of them starting to intensify. I tried to follow people through the nocturnal house but after 5 steps I became terrified and fell to the floor. I couldn't see anything at all, everywhere was black and it felt like I was stuck in a box full of mirrors. My friend had to lead me crawling out, I felt like a bit of a fool seeing other visitors coming in the entrance. Things were definitely starting to heat up.

1pm - 2.30pm

We returned to the grass and one of the girls we were with (the only one I didn't know besides S and R) possessed a mobile phone and seemed like she was constantly on it. I became paranoid, convinced she was some sort of spy, telling the authories about us. At this point in time, time distortion became so strong and time loops so common I couldn't communicate with anyone properly. I tried to tell her to get off the phone but it obviously didn't work. I could feel the universe was seperated into layers and they were a fundamental concept in our understanding of it. I exclaimed that I could see in all directions at once, and I believed i could do so. People's small characteristic actions were magnified and repeated to a point that drove me crazy. I must of seen one of my friends push the glasses back on his face about 500 times in a row. At this point I could do nothing but lie on by back and look at the sky, hoping that my body would instinctively remember how to breathe as I felt I couldn't do so. The sky dimmed and lightened several times, it felt as if many days had passed. Casino numbers rolled through the sped up clouds, and card suits followed after them. It was interesting, confusing and scary at the same time. It is easy to have opposite emotions at the same time on lsd.

3am(guess)

One of my friends came running back to us, he was shouting that another of our friends had fallen in the polar bear exhibit and was being mauled to death by the polar bear. I was in unimaginable fear, wanting to escape this place but unable to use my limbs. Shortly after this we departed, I cant remember most of the trip home, parts of it sped past so fast and some of it took forever. I was convinced god was punishing me (and I dont even believe in god in the conventional sense) for taking too much of this drug and entering too far into the 'real world'. For the next hour or so I had no control over my body, it seems that my actions were pre-determined and the future was set, I could do nothing but follow my bodies basic instincts. One of the more unusal things that happened on the way home was I heard a song - star69 being played loudly on the radio. Later I learnt that we hadn't listen to anything on the way home but I had chosen that song when we got to my friends house 40 minutes later. My senses were so muddled I wasn't sure I was going to escape this madness.

4pm

I had to deal with my friends parents, he told them I was sick. I couldn't converse with them, the images of them talking was muddled with sound from events in a different time. I tried to drink water, hoping it would calm me down, I must have drunk about 7 glasses. The strange thing was I couldn't feel myself drinking the water until later when I was lying face down on a bed. Time was going very slowly, not one minute had passed on my friends bedside clock since I went to lie down. I walked the corridors of his house, shadows were intimidating, almost hellish and then lay outside for what felt like 30 minutes, came inside, got another drink, checked the clock and it was 2 minutes later than when I last checked it. I was in hysterics, I thought I was trapped in this distorted time forever. I went to see what my friend was doing, he was watching stigmata: this did not help my experience. At some point I snapped out of my auto-pilot like state the drug had given me and suggested we go to the beach.

5.30pm-2pm

It was so cool and refreshing in the sand, and the sea breeze was amazing, the intensity level had dropped back to a level I really enjoyed. For the remainder of the evening we went to a black tie party, I chose some funky multi-coloured bow tie because it looked so cool and wore totally inappropriate clothes. I couldn't converse with people very well and enjoyed more to sit and observe everyone's reactions at the party. Shadows dancing on the walls captured my interest as did the wall-vines ability to keep in time to the music being played.

4pm (18 hours after dropping)

I arrived home and was still getting strong visuals but could feel it calming down. I was shaken by the experience and it took forever to get to sleep, my heart pounding, my head full of images when I closed my eyes. Finally I did get to sleep at around 7am.

Although it was frightening at the time and I was shaken for several weeks afterwards, I am keen to do it again in a smaller dose and a calmer environment. This blotter was so soaked you could see the stain marks on it. It lasted far longer than the first time when I'd had double. It is an excellent way to learn more about yourself and what you believe life and the bigger things are really about.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 15436

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 26, 2005	Views: 7,982

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 3:00

		 smoked
		 DMT
		 (freebase)

		   T+ 4:00

		 smoked
		 DMT
		 (freebase)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

Tonight I was going to try LSD for the first time. Before then, I had experimented several times with DMT. My friend told me that having an acid trip would help make me more sensitive to DMT, and in turn would induce a very strong trip. It did exactly that.

While a few hours into the acid trip, I took a regular dose of DMT and I got the usual effects from it. I was one of those people that were insensitive to the substance. I waited for an hour or so before trying it again. During my wait I meditated on my thoughts. This time it was dramatically stronger than any DMT experience I ever had.

As soon as I took the second hit and exhaled, the walls of the room were suddenly covered with ancient runes, and my friend sitting next to me turned into something like a wooden and liquid-in-nature Native American. He turned into his “true” form. My eyes were wide open during almost the entire trip. During every second of the trip I began to see many dimensions that didn't exist in real life. I could see brand new spatial dimensions, including the original ones: length, height, and depth. Finally all space collapsed and time ceased to exist. I was stuck in the “real” world, the world that lasted for eternity. I closed my eyes in complete awe after realizing that I was dead. I found out that the living world was actually illusory, and that space and time did not even exist. At this point I was worried if I would ever come back to real life, after realizing that space and time were illusions.

The world was very elephant-like at this point. Then I saw the architect of the universe. It was a goddess, in the form of Indian deity Ganesha. The mere sight of this goddess gave me so much bliss that it was too difficult for my mind to comprehend. She was the soul of the universe, and she was constantly creating very intricate Indian-like structures out of thin air. She showed me the doorway to eternal bliss (heaven), and she invited me into her kingdom. I pleaded with her to take me back to the real world, because I needed to make sense of all this before I make such a decision. She was sad, but she let me go. Slowly time and space appeared again, and I came back to the realm of the living.

I ‘m not sure exactly what happened, but now I know that I have nothing to worry about when I die. To experience such dimensions and such bliss from a drug-induced trip was quite amazing. To this day I refuse to believe that what I experienced was merely a hallucination. I was stuck in that realm for eternity, because time actually didn’t exist there. But the trip, in reality, only lasted about five minutes.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42199

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 29, 2005	Views: 263,464

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LSD (2), DMT (18) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 0.125 oz
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

My experience of experimenting with mind-altering substances has been fairly good, except for the following trip I’m about to explain.

It all started on a fairly warm March day. It was Friday and I had been suspended that day for leaving school earlier that week. I enjoyed my day home from school mostly by playing video games on my computer, until my friends were out of school. I had made plans to party with some of them that night, and so I called them around 2:30pm.

After a short conversation, I left my house and headed out towards their house. I had a small bag of pot, maybe a 15 sac at the most. I stopped into the woods shortly to smoke a bowl to myself, before arriving at my friend’s house. When I got to my friend’s house, we went to her upstairs were she lives alone to chill with 2 other friends who were already up there. My friend Jason had an 8th and so we mixed are weed together and rolled 2 cannon sized joints, which we smoked. After that I was pretty stoned, and Jason was even more stoned. Then my other friend Shannon said that she would be right back because she has to run an errand. Jason and me went outside and walked around until she got back.

When she got back she had with her 7 blotter stamps of acid. We went back inside and she took 2 hits of acid, and handed me and Jason each 2 hits. I was already stoned by now, but I figured what the hell, and I took both hits. After about an hour my high from the weed was coming down, and I was not feeling the acid at all. Shannon was in the other room listening to music, and Jason and me were just chilling in the kitchen waiting for the acid to kick in. At about 5:30 (an hour and 10 minutes after I took the acid) I began to feel the effects rapidly kick in.

I began to see the room sway very quickly, and when I looked at Jason he just diminished into nothing. I could still hear him talking but I visually could not see him. I began to panic and so I stood up, and he re-appeared. Only this time he was very blocky looking, almost as if he was a sprite in a badly rendered video game. By now he was also tripping off the acid, and was repeating his name over and over.

At about 6:15 I was seeing very intense visuals. The room had departed itself from the rest of the house, and was now an inner chamber where only the sinners who abuse drugs go. I suddenly had a strong feeling to leave the room or I would die like the rest of the sinners. I got up and could not even walk straight. I managed to make it to the next room where Shannon was laying on the bed, and looking at a poster. She began talking to me, but her words meant nothing to me. They were all distorted, and because of the fact, that I could not understand what she was saying, I felt as if she was going to try and trick me into doing something, where I would get hurt.

I had very intense feelings to leave the house. My mind was telling me that the people in that house were going to die, and only I could help them. I began to fall into a dreamy state where I envisioned my friends in that house decapitated and dead. When I would go back into the house to make sure they are all right, things would look normal, but not feel normal. I heard voices telling me to help them or they would die. I rushed into the house and told them to get out of the house as fast as possible. They told me I was fucking crazy and to shut the hell up. I explained my visions of what I saw and heard, and they told me I was just tripping too hard. Hearing this put me into a very depressed state. I was depressed because I could not view things in the psychological way that I was just doing before they told me I was just tripping.

Since my parents were gone until later that night, I decided to go home for a little bit and mellow out. I left at about 7:00pm, and took a walk home that was un-forgettable. The 15-minute walk seemed as if it took 2 hours, and everything was just in a hazy dazed state. When I got home, I went straight to my room and sat down to relax. I couldn’t relax though. I felt guilty, as if I failed my friends in helping them. Then the worst part of my trip began. As my guilt and fear got bigger, I decided I might have to kill myself, to release the guilt. Suddenly a large and unexplainable amount of fear came over me. It was the kind of fear as if, you know someone is about to do something very harmful and hateful to you and there is nothing you can do to stop them.

I began to panic, and ran for my bed, were I went under the covers and tried to sleep. I could not sleep though, I felt as if somebody was watching me, and when I looked out from my covers I saw a large shadow on the wall.

My fear diminished and I began to feel excited and confident, that everything is fine. The shadow began to take form into a real mass, not just a shadow. Yet it had shadow traits, it still looked like a shadow but it was 3 dimensional, and had eyes and talked. It was a very fearful thing to look at, and my fear quickly overcame me again. The shadow figure told me his name was Omeg and he was here to punish me for not helping my friends. I was so scared I began to cry and pray that my trip would just end. I told the shadow figure that I was just tripping on acid and it was just a visual. This reassured me for a little bit of time, but fear returned when the visual shadow figure would not go away. He told me a visual is not able to do what is happening to my mind now, and he reminded me of the fact that my friends were all dead.

In a rush of fear I sprung up, put my shoes on and left the house. I had no idea what time it was, but it was dark. I went back to my friend’s house I was previously at, and chilled there for a while. The next few hours I experienced very vivid color patterns and visuals streaming through my head at one time. I feared with every new color scheme that entered my mind, that Omeg the shadow man would return. At about 5:30am I came down off of the acid, and remained in a dazed state for the next few days, thinking of the last trip.

I have never done acid since, in fear that Omeg would return. Where I possibly could have imaged Omeg in my mind is still a mystery, but I have learned that mind and mind setting is always important before taking acid. When I took the acid on the trip I just explained, I did not think about what effects were gonna effect me at all. Now I know better.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 13120

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 30, 2005	Views: 8,686

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

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

		   T+ 3:00
		 0.5 g
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 6:00
		 1.5 capsls
		 oral
		 MDA
		 (capsule)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

The night began when my girlfriend and I were at a local club.  We had a few beers, then decided we'd go home, take some acid, and return to the club.  Upon returning home, we each took a hit of (apparently) some very strong acid.  The most I've done before was 4 hits of pretty strong acid, but this one hit outdoes that by far, but we'll get to that later.

So my girlfriend and I after having consumed our hits, decided to watch a little TV, and get some rest while waiting for our trip to begin. The onset was pretty slow, roughly an hour or so for noticeable effects (I've had trips start in about 15 min before). After the effects really started to begin, we got into our usual 'giggly' mindset of acid, where everything seems so new, and we feel quite mischievous.

This continued on for a while or so, until my girlfriend and I noticed that we were continuing to get higher, approximately 2 hours after we had taken our acid, and at a rapid rate.  It's at this point that we smoked some marijuana, just because we were a bit apprehensive at such a long yet rapid continuing come up.  The weed did nothing to slow us down though, and we just continued to get higher and higher.  For an example of how high we really were...I was able to move my hand in a circle, to create a tracer, then I was able to hit that tracer, and have it glide down my vision.  I was also able to close my eyes for a visual, then grab my head, pull that visual out of my head, and throw it into reality. I also saw my ceiling turn into a black hole, whereupon everything was ever so slightly being sucked into it, in a blurry way, such that everything existed where it was, but it was also being sucked into the black hole at the same time.  I also received tactile hallucinations, I began to feel as though I was floating towards it for a moment. It was all getting just a bit overwhelming for us though, and we decided to change rooms.

It's at this point, that things really started to change. Moving into another room just increased our coming up even more, and this is roughly 3 hrs into the trip.  I remember that at one point, all my senses formed into one sense, or consciousness, however there is no word to express what it was (I'm sure those of you that do acid frequently know what it's like to have a feeling and no word to express it), my eyes saw the same thing open as closed, which would have just been color, in a way; my ears constantly heard a low droning sound, and I couldn't feel how I was oriented in space.  If I THOUGHT of a word, I would hear it, only broken up, (ex. wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo rd rd rd rd rd rd).  I also felt quite disconnected from my body.  There was also this feeling that all this sensory information I was getting, was also judging me in a way, it was painful, but also relieving in that it was cleansing in a sense.  It also felt as though we were trying to receive all the information that could possibly exist, at one time, and our minds weren't able to handle it all.  We had it together psychologically the whole time though.

My girlfriend and I endured for what we figure was about 3 hrs of this, and eventually, we decided enough was enough.  At this point we took a cap of MDA each and waited.  At about the time we took the MDA, to one hour after that, we basically have no memory.  When our thoughts returned to us, and we began to feel the gentle warming sensation of MDA in our bodies, we were lying huddled on our bathroom floor.  As it really started to kick in, things became brighter, clearer, and my mind was again able to think.  We sat and discussed the 'trip' we had just been through, and we came to the conclusion that very few people have been there.  We weren't sure what 'there' really was, we were happy we weren't 'there' anymore, yet, it wasn't a bad trip.  Never once was I overpowered by bad thoughts, the fact of it is, the sheer volume of sensory information prohibited me from having thoughts at all. It was the feeling of being absolutely overwhelmed and completely vulnerable. However at some points, I received quite a rush when I felt like I could funnel the 'energy' of the trip through me, and I was able to function, but I could only do that for so long, before I lied back down and stared into space.

So, I'm not too sure as how to rate it as being good or bad, I'm happy I've been there, but I'm also happy I'm not there now.  In the end, it feels almost like a rite of passage for trippers.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 13178

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 30, 2005	Views: 14,194

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MDA (34), Cannabis (1), LSD (2), Alcohol - Beer/Wine (199) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

A little background: Through a friend I had acquired 2 hits of dragon blotter acid. I hadn’t dropped acid in a year before this, and this was to be my first solo acid trip. This also was my first trip in months, with the exception of one salvia experience a little while ago. I am on no medication and I have abstained from all drugs the day before.

The night before I went to bed early, and I woke at 9 am. I picked up a little around the house, took a shower, shaved, and ate a small breakfast consisting of a mango and a glass of water. I was so excited, I could barely contain myself, and soon the hour approached. At 10:30 am I decided it was time and I put both hits on my tongue. You could not wipe the grin off my face even if you tried. As I waited for the acid to kick in, I chatted on IRC and put on a dead show.

My room was set up with some psychedelically inspired posters and a black light. As the trip started to set in I decided to check out the trip toys on my computer. A couple days before the trip I had downloaded a set of trip tracks from a friend of mine, having listened to these before, I knew they where good. I also downloaded a very nice winamp visualization program called milkdrop. I turned off my light, closed the curtains and put on the black light. Then I turned on the tunes through headphones and put on milk drop and set up the monitor so I could be comfy in my bed while observing the milkdrop. This was without a doubt the strongest acid trip I have ever had, the visuals were incredible. Everything was going crazy around me, around me objects took on a cartoony look, proportion no long meant a thing. It was as if I was in a psychological hall of mirrors. I was seeing some of the most fantastic visuals I have ever had on any drug, the cartoon-like patterns were absolutely mesmerizing. I was hit by a tsunami of emotions, a lot of love and happiness; I was on cloud nine. The tunes were amazing as well, everything seemed flow just right.

After tripping in my room for a long while, I decided to change my setting. There are a lot of flowers, both wild and planted, blooming around my area this time of year. I sat down in the grass and quietly look on. Everything was alive and vibrant, it was absolutely aw-inspiring. The scenery around me took a crystallized character, it was as if I was wearing diamond glasses. I felt very much a part of nature, and though it wonderful to be alive. There was a divine spirit within me, something I have never felt before. It brought tears of joy to my eyes and I wished that everyone could experience what I was experiencing right at that moment.

After going inside I put on a movie called “Festival Express” and chilled out with a new appreciation of life and renewed love for LSD. If you haven’t yet experienced the love, I really hope you do. I tripped well into the night, I was very tired, but I was content, very satisfied with my experience. I was essentially down around 11 pm, though I did not fall asleep until 2 am. The next morning I woke up early and felt great, I was very grateful to the LSD gods for the opportunity to have a very successful and enlightening first solo acid trip.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44366

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 3, 2005	Views: 6,355

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