		 DOSE:

		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   225 lb

I am writing this in july of 2009, two years and two months after the first time I had tripped on any kind of psychoactive. It was the last day of my freshman year of college and I could not wait to be finished. I had five hits of acid, and two of my best friends since middleschool had decided to go camping at a lake about 75 minutes from where we live. A place we had been to a million times before.

So we arrive and set up camp and at 8:45 we dropped... I did two hits, 'deuce' and 'rosy' both did one.

About 45 minutes after we dropped we all had this feeling of nervous energy coursing through our bodies. I was constantly tapping my feet because it felt good, no visuals yet. Around this time deuce says 'You know, the thing about acid is... It's not that it makes you hallucinate, it's that it just straight fuuuuucks you up.' Rosy and I laughed hysterically at this and agreed that it must be true... We were about to find out how wrong we were.

10-20 minutes after deuce's observation I tried unsuccessfully to get deuce and rosy to go down to the water's edge with me. Finally realizing that no one else wanted to go I grabbed a bag of chips, a boombox, a flashlight and a gallon of water; not that I needed all this but I didn't want to get to the water's edge and think of something I might want and end up making several trips... 'better to be prepared' I muttered to myself.

I turned and faced the direction of the water (which is about two to three hundred yards away from camp) and noticed how dark it really was. I took one long drag off my cigarette and received my first lsd induced visual; as I moved the cig away from my face I could distinctly the glow of the cherry and my hand move in slow motion. Almost like a brush stroke out of a painting, or as if someone had filmed this action and removed many of the frames to slow it down. This did not startle me, but produced an intense feeling of excitement. I took one last look at camp and had an urge to tell everyone what I just saw, but knew that I could not do it justice. Instead, I struck out for the water.

There I was, trudging through waist-high grass carrying an absurd amount of things and smoking a cowboy killer. I arrived at the water's edge and sat down in the grass which made the grass a little taller than myself. I breifly took note that the seed pods of the weeds I was sitting amongst were pulsating, 'very cool' I thought. I fumbled around with the boombox and put in a mix cd I had made months before and hit shuffle. The first song that played was 'one of these days' by Pink Floyd. I remained in the sitting position for about half of the song observing the grass and all the subtle color changes it was going through. I knew the part where the bass really kicks in was coming up so I decided to lie down for it. As my back hit the ground the music kicked in. This was the first time I had seen the night sky.

The midnight blue sky exploded with billions of stars, some of which were there and some of which were a result of the lsd, these billions of points of light swam around and danced as the music played. The sight was so beautiful that it literally took my breath away. I deeply inhaled and as I did the sky looked like it was getting closer, and when I exhaled the sky got farther away. This process of inhaling and exhaling repeated itself about six times before I actually caught my breath and returned to a normal rate of respiration. Once my respiration rate returned to normal the stars stopped dancing and spread out all across the sky and formed a plethora of geometric shapes; with little white lines connecting each star to another one. These shapes would then slowly rotate while each individual star would subtly change its hue. At this point I realized the song had stopped (the boombox was fucked up) so I took this opportunity to run back to camp and tell deuce and rosy all about it.

Running the little trail back to camp was an experience that I still can not put into words, the feeling of the warm air on my face, the light of the campfire in the distance, the sound of my feet pounding the earth... It was amazing.

I arrived at camp to find that rosy had taken the lantern and was wandering around the woods, while deuce was idly sitting staring at the burning wood. My heavy breathing combined with the look on my face must have alarmed him, because he asked if I was ok. I proceeded to try and explain what I had experienced, but was unable to. I ended up begging deuce to come down to the lake and check it out, but the stubborn bastard refused to do it. While I was trying to convinced deuce to go, rosy meandered back up to camp; I immediately laid into him 'Dude you fucking have to come down to the lake!' Rosy too refused my request. I would not relent, it was now a battle of wills. How long could deuce and rosy withstand my beligerent requests to go to the lake? I knew what had happend out there and neither one of them had experienced anything like that in the woods or at camp. After 10-15 minutes of nagging I finally got rosy to go to the lake with me.

When we got there he had a very similar experience to what I did... 'We gotta get deuce down here man' said rosy.

Eventually we all three were sitting by the water's edge, I was obsessed with the stars, rosy was looking across the lake (which is fucking huge) at a mountain-side covered with trees and deuce was looking at the surface of the water. I was breifly captivated by the water because it looked like it was moving with massive amounts of speed, yet it was realitively still. At this point I leaned back in my chair,looked up at the night sky and let out a gutteral yawp that could be heard for great distances. I just had the urge to do it, and when I did I could feel all the vibrations of my vocal chords and the air rushing out of my lungs out into the sky that I was so captivated by.

Those were some of the highlights of the night.

The effects wore off soon after the sun rose in the morning...

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 79860

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 5, 2019	Views: 537

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

		   T+ 4:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   65 kg

So I decided to finaly try LSD with a good mate of mine. Being excited for about 2 weeks I thought there would be no problems what so ever because I had done lots of research and knew what could happen to me.

Nothing could have prepared me for my experience.

We both took 1 hit at about 3pm in the afternoon and then settled down for a quite afternoon/evening.

We were pretty much waiting for it to hit us while watching tv, an hour passed and nothing.....and hour and a half passed, a slight head-ache but nothing....2 hours passed which made it about 5oclock with no effects what so ever. We then began to think that nothing would happen so I remembered about some weed we had stored away for a rainy afternoon, we got it and started to roll out some joints.

At about 7pm, 4 hours after taking the LSD we smoked the weed and it might have not been the best option considering this was the first time I had taken LSD.

Within 10 minutes we both just clicked into peak mode. It was like I was normal and then 1 second later I was tripping hard.

I started to feel very scared and paraniod about what was going on, I didnt know what was happening to my mind. My friend still knew that we were only tripping but I didnt.

By this stage I couldnt remember taking LSD and my mind was starting to play all sorts of tricks on me, I couldnt get a grip on what was real and what was fake. I started to doubt everything..even my best mate. I couldnt accept that it was all real, my mind was spinning and everything was moving in a fowards directions and everything looked digital, it all looked very smooth and fake. My perception of my best friend was a little man standing up inside my mind, he wasnt real and he was trying to trick me into things by telling me that we were only tripping on LSD, I couldnt believe him. I thought he was in my imagination and he wasnt real by of course he was. I was trying to fight against my mind so hard it was making me crazy. Everything felt as if it was a big mind game in my head, it felt as if I was not inside my body but I was a spirit flying around fighting inside my head and everything around me wasnt real, it wasnt there.

I had no sense of feel left in my hands of legs, I trying holding a glass but it felt as if there was no weight in it, it was floating in mid air. This was all VERY scary and I was becoming a wreck...

The first hour was the scariest hour of my lifetime...I though I was going to stay crazy for ever and it really was scary. After about an hour and peaking and being scared out of my mind, seeing everything from a different view I started to understand what was going on. It sort of clicked in my head after being told about 100 times that we wer eon LSD. I finaly got a grip on reality. I knew we were only tripping.

Things started to change...I went on the couch and lied down to relax and listen to some music...amazing. The music felt as if it were playing inside me, it was so relaxing and enjoying.

I remember looking at the walls and seeing them moving into weird shapes and colours, everything would not stop moving. It was fantastic after I had finaly got a grid on reality!!

I'm still not really sure when or if I will do LSD again, I would like to experience it again because it really did open up my mind to a different and scary world...

To sum it up, I had never been so scared of anything before in my life and it was truly terrifying not being able to control my thoughts and not being able to stop myself fighting my mind, but I am glad I went through some of it. I didnt really understand how powerfull a mind really is and I really do have alot more respect for LSD now, I'm not sure why it didnt take any effects after some hours and I'm sure the weed did something to set the LSD off because it was instant....

I learnt that this drug needs respect, and if its to be taken it MUST be with nothing but respect for it....

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 23290

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 5, 2019	Views: 792

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		 DOSE:

		 5 hits

		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

My most memorable lsd experience was the first time I ever done it. I had stayed at my friend Barry's house the night before and so did our friend Griff, that morning our other friends Chad and Rachael came because we was all planning on going to Barry's brothers house and hang out. A few minutes before we left we was all in Barry's room getting ready to smoke a joint and Barry's friend Sonny came in, he told him that he had liquid acid and it was $8 a hit, normally all of us would tell this man to stick his $8 acid up his ass but this is a small redneck town where you will get to come across acid once every other year so how could we refuse. everone only had enough money to get 2 hits, but after I got my 2 hits I started thinking that after this when will I get to trip again so I said I wanted 2 more.

Sonny talked me into doing them then instead of later so I bought 2 more but when he gave me the 2nd hit he 'accidently' gave me a 3rd hit. after this we got 2 hits for Barry's brother and went to his house, on the way there I noticed my weed buzz was getting better and better, I could tell that I was starting to come up, and then when we got there I realized I had never been so fucked up in my life, Rachael told me to walk in the bathroom with her and she pointed at the flowery wallpaper in Greg's bathroom, the flowers began to move slowly, and I started thinking to mysself this is it Im beginning to trip. As I walked out of the bathroom into Greg's living room I felt the ground shaking like an earthqauke I really freaked out because I didnt know that I could feel stuff like that when you are tripping but I guess you can. After I figured out what was really going on I walked outside with everyone else.

We all decided to go to this cave up above Greg's house, it was in the middle of a large feild, the guy who owned it had cows, sheep, horses all kinds of stuff, it was a farm basically. On our way to the cave I had to slow down and catch my breathe because it was hot and I felt like I was going to pass out, The sun was so bright, it was a bright orange, and at one point it felt as if I was standing on the sun. I looked down at the ground and I noticed neon blue Greatful Dead Bears being flashed in front of me as if it was done with a laser pointer.

When I got to the cave I started walking down into the hole in the ground, I am usually afraid to walk down things like that, I guess I was always afraid to fall, but where there was usually fear was triumph, I fell once on my way down but got right back up and started again and I made it. It was so strange when I was walking down the path it looked like the everything was cheaple animated like as a cartoon charector would see if he was watching himself walk down a very steep hill.  When we all reached the bottom everyone got down in the water and walked into the cave itself. I just sat down on the grass. I looked up at the walls of the cave and the circular walls of rock was there but there was what looked like a white and green liquid oozing down the walls of the outer part of the cave and all flowing into the inner part of the cave, it looked like melting ice cream. I freaked out, I jumped up and started screaming for help, everyone else freaked out and started running to where I was at but before they could even get out of the water I remember yelling, this is fucking awesome. There was nothing to be afraid of. I then sat back down and I looked at my hand and it was decaying into bone, everyone saw me and started laughing because they knew I was peaking my balls off.

After I finally quit looking at my hand I lyed down in the grass and looked up at the sky, it was still blue but the clouds were moving in very fast motion and they were changing colors in the process. It was kinda like what the sky looked like in the Doors when Jim Morrison is following the indian to the cavern. When I sat back up I noticed that my pants were breathing, when they exhaled my blue jeans turned into blue potleafs in this non stop pattern. After spending about 2 hours in the cave we all came out, I came out a different person then what I was when I went in.

After we all got out we all just kinda spread out a little bit in the feild and I was lying on my back and so was everyone else and we were anywhere from 15 to 50 feet away from each other and we could all talk in normal volume and we could hear each other perfectly clear, it was as if we left our bodies on the ground and our souls had flown to the sky. We layed there for about 10 minues, after that we decided we should go back to Greg's but on our way back to his house the guy that owned the feild showed up and the sad thing was I didnt realize it because I was licking on a grape sucker and I started staring at it because the different shades of purple was moving around and making cool shapes, when I realized that the owner was there I caught myself laughing my ass off, Greg got me to be quiet but I couldnt help it.

After the owner left we all went back to Greg's house, on the way back I kept telling everyone that the owner was the worm and that he represented everything evil in the world, when we got back to Greg's we sat on his front porch overlooking a large field of sheep, while we was sitting there the dreaded owner went down to the field to feed the sheep, when he got their food out they all started running towards their food bin, normally people probably wouldn't really notice it but for me it was one of the coolest things I saw all day.  We stayed at Greg's house pretty late. When we went back to Barry's house Chad and Rachael followed us there. They stayed there for a while but then went home. It was about 3 in the morning and me, Barry, and Griff were wide awake, Barry brought out some of is moms magazines and usually we was making fun of everything his mom liked but for some reason looking at the magazines was fun, we was going through them and deciding which girls we wanted to have sex with.

Finally after awhile we got bored and decided to go outside. I was still having a little bit of visual but not much. We decided to throw rocks at this sign about 50 feet away and we all tried a few times, they hit it but I didnt. We went back into Barry's house and Barry fixed Romain Noodles for us. It had been a long time since I ate them. It felt weird eating them, they felt so slimy. After we ate we went into Barry's room, we rolled a joint to smoke in the morning. About this time it was morning, it was about 7 so we all decided to get some rest. We all 3 slept for about 3 or 4 hours, when we woke up we just sat there and talked about how we felt about the trip for awhile. I didnt have any visuals or anything and the head trip was still there alittle bit so I felt really good. When Barry was giving me a ride home we smoked that joint and the body buzz of the acid hit me all over again. When I got home my mom just thought I was fucked up on dope, she had no idea that it was acid, and that is my most memorable experience on lsd.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 11763

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 7, 2019	Views: 657

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   240 lb

It was late April, and my friend (let's call him E) had the house to himself while his dad was in Mexico. The two of us had been strengthening our friendship through weed, and frequently talked about engaging in psychedelic experiences. He told me he had a plug nearby where he could buy 350 microgram tabs for cheap. I was ecstatic, of course, as I had only previously taken a small dose of 75 micrograms ( the results were significant, but nothing to write home about necessarily).

Him and I quickly planned to set up a trip-day and everything leading up to the day went smoothly. The morning of, I kept track of my heart rate on my samsung galaxy watch and made sure to keep it low enough to maintain a peaceful state of mind. Before driving down to where E lives, I spent the afternoon with my other friend, whom I nervously ate chinese food with. The stress and anticipation for the trip made it difficult to eat, and so I took it with me. I’m not entirely certain of what happened leading up to getting the tabs, but E and I were ready to go at around 4:40 PM that afternoon after having driven down a few hours earlier.

Before me lay the 350 microgram aqua-green square of infinite wonder. I was spooked, but hyped nonetheless. I kept telling E that this was almost 5 times the dose that I had originally taken a few months earlier. He suggested I cut the tab in half since I had my doubts, but I pushed through anyways. At 5:00, we had both placed the tabs on our tongues and I defected to the other room to meditate and clear my head while the acid slowly seeped into me. As soon as I felt the tab completely dissolve, I went back into the main living room and tried my best to set the mood and relax with E. Part of this was turning on “Drive Home,” by Steven Wilson on the Youtube TV---a really beautiful and emotional song that is close to my heart. We discussed that we ought to have our own “tether” that would anchor us to reality if things were to go completely sideways.

We discussed that we ought to have our own “tether” that would anchor us to reality if things were to go completely sideways.

 Mine was the aforementioned watch, E’s---his special ring.

It wasn’t until about 20 minutes in did I notice some changes. My face turned flushed and red, I started feeling really hot. Soon after, the first initial impact hit me like a ton of bricks. Immediately I started to become a bit hysterical. “This wasn’t I expected at all,'' was probably what I was thinking. My extremities began to turn numb and tingly, like I had just slept on them for a few hours after a nap. I tore off my shirt and guzzled down all the water I could. It took a little bit longer for him to get there, but E started sharing similar experiences. Every wave of tingling energy made me feel like I was right on the edge of losing consciousness. In fact, it was the same feeling I felt right before passing out and having a seizure in the ER---only extended indefinitely. I tried turning on a more calming song, but its normally gorgeous and soothing harmonies turned sour and awful. I was emotionally distressed by this and started to grow more hysterical.

Everything that happened around this point in the story is very difficult for me to keep track of; and I only have a rough idea of the context of some of the experiences I plan to write about. However, the general cloud of hysteria grew larger and E and I turned on survival mode.

It became clear quickly that neither of us could handle nor comprehend what was happening. The environment around me took a life on its own. We sat on the couch together, hand in hand, exclaiming in our own shared hysteria. It felt like we were riding on the same rollercoaster, our trips had synced up. Whatever it was that we experienced came in waves. E would tighten his grip on my hand and say “Hold on...I’m peaking…” a few times; which of course caused me to tumble down the rabbit hole even further. Proportions of the room, distances between walls and the sizes and shapes of objects around me dissolved into mere suggestions of their nature; the most debilitating effect overall was the struggle to maintain spatial awareness throughout the house.

Everything that made up my field of view became a wash of bright colors and indistinguishable textures. However, the more I looked at a specific object, the clearer it became. As these visuals settled in to both my mind and E’s, we began to desperately hold onto reality. The two of us walked throughout the house, reciting facts about our lives that we both knew absolutely to be true. I ended up completely glued to the watch. The blue watch face on the screen bulged and shifted and made it difficult to read time. It was around 8:30 pm or so when I realized I was counting and announcing every minute to E that went by. At this point I was panicking because I knew I was experiencing a bad trip. I told E that we needed someone else to tripsit us. He agreed, and I messaged my other best friend (let’s call him B) with plenty of difficulty. The keys seemed to be in a different position on my phone’s screen every time I looked at it, and my messages were short and nondescript. Luckily, B made it about 20 minutes later.

B took mine and E’s experience to be rather funny. He approached the situation calmly, even making the observation that we had made the entire downstairs a mess. B’s presence put me at ease very quickly, and eventually the acid winded slowly down to just a good fuzzy feeling at around 11:00 pm. The three of us wrapped up the night with a fat blunt and some good music. However, this would only be the beginning of the comedown that would last until late in the afternoon the next day. I got zero sleep that night. There’s something about acid that keeps my mind racing at a hundred miles per hour. I felt deathly exhausted, like my entire body and consciousness was hurled through a jet engine, but I didn’t once doze off. My legs felt stiff and sore, as did my jaw and neck, like they had been clenched for a really long time. The next morning, B had come over again. He was selling wax, and E and I bought a few grams. So a little later at around 10:00 am, I took a healthy-sized dab to see if I could remedy some of the effects from the night before. Interestingly enough, the dab triggered some of the memories I had

the dab triggered some of the memories I had

, and since I was occupying the same trip-space, I ended up living through flashbacks of the whole night.

The entire trip was an extremely fun yet sobering experience. 350 micrograms kicked the life out of me; I am even willing to say that I experienced an ego-death. Acid is not unlike a black hole, and I had to cling on to whatever I could before I passed through the event horizon.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113692

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Nov 8, 2019	Views: 720

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


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Age at time of experience: approx. 30 yrs old

Age at time of writing: 47

This describes one of my last experiences with LSD. Before this experience I had taken LSD maybe 20 times and mushrooms less than 10 times. I also had prior experiences with marijuana, inhalents, alcohol, and nicotine but I was not a regular user of any of these. It had been about 5 years since my previous experience with hallucinogens. The intervals between LSD experiences had grown longer with time

The intervals between LSD experiences had grown longer with time

, and the doses had grown larger too, in an effort to somehow test myself and touch back on something very wonderful that I'd once experienced on LSD. I was not taking any prescription medication; although, I probably would have been a good candidate for Prozac at that time and was what you might call depressed.

I was spending my birthday alone. I recall it was going to be the world premier of Madonna's 'Erotica' video on MTV. I was at a place in my life where I very much wanted to be successful at something, but I didn't think I was accomplishing much. I can see now that I was pulled in too many directions by my naive ideas of 'success' or 'doing right.' I was in graduate school, nearing completion of a PhD in a subject I wasn't much interested in, and I was feeling very sorry for myself. I was lost and trying to get found, either by finding my self or finding my non-self. I was a Buddhist and practicing meditation and had a pretty good vocabulary to describe my experience.

I had bought some LSD from a friend who assured me it was very good and strong. I had really quite forgotten what the actual experience of acid was like, and I wanted to get an unambiguous dose, so I decided to take all 4 hits at once. It was early evening (8pm), my housemates had already come home and gone out for the night, so I took four hits under my tongue and swallowed the paper when I felt myself starting to get altered. As the buzz increased, it was like, 'Oh yes, I remember this. Hello. This is really it.'

I was laying on the couch and watching TV and getting quite high. I hung on as long as I could stand to watch (waiting for the Madonna video), but the faces on TV kept flashing to weird and sinister forms

the faces on TV kept flashing to weird and sinister forms

. Of course I kept telling myself that it was all my projection, just the inner part of my mind manifesting, and, yes, it was unpleasant. I did some stretches and deep breathing to try to relax. I prayed to the drug and my mind to please let this be a learning experience. And please let me not hurt anyone.

By this time I was really getting overwhelmed by the visuals and had to turn off the TV and reduce the stimulation. Madonna's video came on and I couldn't understand it, but it had some powerful images and I liked the music. I was giving myself worrying thoughts. How would I know if I did something to hurt myself? What would prevent me from drinking poison or stabbing myself or mistaking a housemate for an evil being and killing them, etc., etc., etc., ad nauseum into the most extruciating loops of yes/no, 'who said that, 'who said that?'.'

Somehow, of course, there is a part of the mind in all this that is still just observing. Even as the panic was intensifying, there is something which is capable of noticing things, and which is capable of directing action. As I noticed this, I somehow formed the thought that, 'Yes, you might do something to hurt yourself or others. But if you notice something that doesn't seem right, just slow down a little and consider changing course.' This was not a complete relief from the looping thoughts or fantasies, but it did provide a little fresh air. Even if I had no confidence or was lost in confusion, I could just notice things as best as I could, and just try to do the reasonable thing.

This helped a lot, and it inspired me to call a friend. I don't think I outright asked for help, but she spoke to me very plainly, asking what was going on. I explained I had taken the acid her friends had sold me and I was very confused and scared and ... But suddenly, the most interesting thing happened. As I tried to explain what was happening, I tried to find a center or a problem or a locus of my experience, and I could not find it at all. It was as if a great space had just become apparent. I still felt quite high, but I had to conclude that absolutely nothing weird was happening. I had taken this drug, and, moments ago, I had been completely delirious, but now it seemed as if there was nothing but a kind of dumbfounded responsiveness. It was all happening and yet nothing was happening.

It was all happening and yet nothing was happening.

I'm not sure how to explain this part, but somehow the trip transitioned. It was about 11pm, and I recall not knowing what to do with myself, so I called up the girls who had sold me the acid. They were two very cute lesbians, possibly bisexual, and they invited me over to their apartment to hang out. Still feeling very high, and now somewhat sexually excited, I got myself together enough to walk over to their place. The evening air was cool and refreshing, and the walk of 1.5 to 2 miles was very grounding.

When I got there, my mind was somewhat racing, but it was still possible to connect in a good-natured way. I feel somewhat shy and awkward, but it seems always possible to get along with a little humor and honesty. They had another fellow visiting who showed us the scars on his abdomen where he had been nearly severed in a motorcycle accident when he was pinned between a semi and a car. Wow. The girls and he had been drinking and had snorted a little speed. We just hung out watching music videos and talking. The other chap left around 3 or 4am, and I stayed until dawn. I had some unrequited love-type feelings for one of the girls, who was very attractive, but it seemed to be okay to just experience that lustful feeling without trying to particularly act on it. I finally walked home as the sun was coming up and enjoyed the sunrise and feeling of activity starting to pick up in the small town.

LSD is really great. But you never know what will come of it. There is always a journey involved, usually with some struggles, fear, and paranoia. Seeming truths arise and pass away. It may be possible to hold them for a while, but in the end you are holding to something different than the truth that once was. The psychedelic and entheogenic qualities of the drug seem to allow the mind to compress and expand experience without as many walls or rules as usual. It is interesting how there are consistent patterns to one's experience, though. The senses and the habits of personality, emotion, and cognition do flex and bend, but there is regularity and repetition. Sometimes it is happy, sometimes sad; LSD is a great potentiator. This experience was a culmination of many acid experiences. Yes, it is everything; yes, it is nothing. The journey continues.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 102311

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Nov 10, 2019	Views: 662

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 g
		 oral
		 Smarts - Phenibut

		   T+ 1:10
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:50

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

		   T+ 6:10
		 1 tsp
		 oral
		 Kratom
		 (ground / crushed)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

2g phenibut HCL was consumed at approximately 06.50. Then at roughly 08.00 (T+0) I dropped half a 150ug Dr. Seuss tab of LSD.

T+1.45: I have definitely been feeling the LSD coming on for the last hour or so, I think because of the phenibut there has been a little less of the jitters and anxiety that I would usually get at that phase. I have experienced some gastrointestinal upset and am contemplating having a cup of kratom to try settle these symptoms. I quit kratom for about 6 months, but I have stupidly let myself fall lure to opiates again and believe I may have a mild physical dependency again.

Although I had no specific plan for this trip going in, I have had a feeling that I need to re-connect with a side of myself that I have lost through blindsided opioid and benzo use for some time now and I hope this trip might be able to help shine a bit of light on that part of myself and I also hope it can help get my creative juices flowing a bit more freely again. I also just wanted a nice gentle re-introduction into the world of psychedelia.

I also just wanted a nice gentle re-introduction into the world of psychedelia.

T+1.50: I would describe the visuals at this point to be pretty standard for what to expect from LSD at this dose. It is mainly manifest in a gentle shimmering “quality” to everything. Details are also more apparent – heightened pattern recognition. So far, apart from possible anxiolysis the phenibut definitely doesn’t seem to have the same ‘dulling’ qualitative impact on the experience as a benzodiazepine does. My only experience of combining LSD and phenibut in the past was one time, with lower doses of each, roughly 1 – 1.2g phenibut and 30ug LSD, it resulted in a mildly manic but still rather pleasant day (I was pretty active that day).

T+2.40: Smoking a pipe of hash definitely helped things pick up a notch. It’s all merging into a nice mellow very mild psychedelic soup. Phenibut usually takes about 5 – 6 hours to reach peak effects for me so I have the paradoxical effect of the LSD rising yet my mood mellowing with the Phenibut. It’s a very pleasant experience, Chimacum Rain by Linda Perhacs is sounding beautiful pouring soothingly out of my speakers. I think I’m going to refrain from Kratom for a while at least. It’s like all walls and boundaries are loosened ever so slightly.

Possible slight ego-strengthening effects from the Phenibut. Not necessarily a positive or a negative – depends on purpose. I could see this combo definitely being good in a social setting, or a personal setting when working with an already fragile ego / sense of self.

T+3.20: I’m contemplating going on a little cycle around the neighbourhood. Just as a way of getting out and experiencing the day a bit. It’s cold and cloudy but there are some bursts of sunshine.

T+4.05: Just back in from my cycle. The cycle went well, it was nice being out in the fresh air and it eased the flow of my thoughts. The exercise is good for working out some of the tension that can arise from the stimulating aspect of LSD. On this dose I felt that my road-sense was near impeccable – if anything sharper than if I had just been stoned on cannabis.

A couple of thoughts to bring back from the cycle: The human is found in the flaws beneath the cracks (sterility = no life?) - Humans are builders – Who is the Master Builder?

Cycling past a sterile white empty row of upper middle-class houses, the only sense of soul I could find was in brush strokes of the shoddily painted and cracking portion of wall leading out of the  estate…

T+4.50: A few little aches, pains and grievances have started to prevail which I think may be some mild kratom withdrawal symptoms. I have been trying to monitor my usage, but I have been using opioids, such as kratom, heroin and codeine, if not always heavily, pretty much continuously for the past month or so. Not to mention cycling benzos on and off too. I have realised that I need to stop this unhealthy usage and not become a slave to the Nill Mind. But! For the sake of this trip I am going to drink a small cup of kratom.

Is Xanax this generation's MK-Ultra weapon? Alprazolam is a bad drug, definitely worse even than diazepam. Whole segments of the past 3 days since I scored a few bars are lost to me - lost to the Xanax void. I don’t recall feeling particularly high at any point, but I must have been dosing compulsively. At least with diazepam there is a pleasant muscle relaxant property, and I personally am not nearly as prone to black-outs with it, even at high doses. Benzos are my Achilles heel, I constantly disavow them, yet I always allow them to find a way back into my life.

T+5.00: Drink 1 tsp (3 – 4g) of Red Thai kratom.

T+5.00: Drink 1 tsp (3 – 4g) of Red Thai kratom.

Spent some time chilling out and watching Rick and Morty – perfect trip watching.

It’s the irrational in us that makes us human. – The chaos, the unpredictability of our psyches is what truly define us as alive. You can never truly predict humans, there is always the possibility of the one chaotic subversive and the infinite possibilities that can stem from that one.

This feels like gently dipping my toe back into the psychedelic pool. I look forward to diving deeper in the future. It’s been a very enjoyable and gentle baptism back in to the church of Psychonautica.

In Conclusion: Phenibut and LSD is a pretty synergistic and enjoyable combination. The 2g dose of Phenibut may have been a little on the heavy side as there was definitely a diminished peak and the trip was shorter than usual. This would be a perfect combination for a social trip as the Phenibut takes the edge off the LSD and provides some gentle confidence.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 113794

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Nov 19, 2019	Views: 3,548

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LSD (2), Smarts - Phenibut (379) : Alone (16), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Intro:

A few weeks ago my GF (we’ll call her “Summer”) and I (we’ll call me “Valk”) did our first trip on LSD, taking 150ug. Experience was amazing for us. Visuals, mental expansion, good conversations, everything we hoped for our first time but it left us a bit hungry to go higher, expand our minds further, to see *more*. So with that in mind we decided to drop 250ug in an incremental increase of what we did our first time. And oh boy. It was a ride. Not sure if the dosage was higher than we were told or if the effects going from 150ug and 250ug are just that much more pronounced but wow. Visuals everywhere of all kinds, some ego-death like experiences reminiscent of losing a sense of self and what reality is (your place in the world, where you begin and end, losing a sense of perspective in thought, thinking from a third person “view” and etc), thought loops, synesthesia, moments of overwhelming euphoria, love, tears, fear, and also some panic about safety and hurting oneself (not suicidal, but just thoughts of possible injury while tripping). Was an experience. Trip lasted in total, from taking the tabs to getting in bed trying to sleep, about 12-13 hours.

Trip lasted in total, from taking the tabs to getting in bed trying to sleep, about 12-13 hours.

 Also this is mostly written from my perspective, but at times Summer adds her thoughts. Enjoy!

The Trip:

So after showering, cleaning myself up, and putting on some clothes I had put out for tripping, Summer and I took one tab at around 8:20PM, supposedly 250ug each. Putting them under our tongue we left them there for around 5 minutes or so before swallowing them with a little bit of water. After that we chilled, talked about random stuff and what we expected to happen, ate some food, set up our VR headsets in advance to make it easy in case we wanted to get on, and waited for the effects to start.

Summer Thoughts: "The thing I always notice during the come-up is some stomach discomfort. It feels kinda like negative G forces like when you’re falling on a roller coaster or suddenly cresting a hill while driving. There is also a decent amount of jaw pressure like someone is grabbing the sides of your mouth and squeezing. These feelings slowly fade as you approach the peak, and completely disappear once you hit it."

As happened in our last trip, the effects took about an hour to really get rolling/started but once they did they were very apparent. Laying on the floor together looking at the ceiling which has a soffit running down the middle, and seeing it get wavy and pulse slowly, I knew we were well on our way. Throwing on a YouTube playlist with good music/visuals, we laid around enjoying ourselves on the floor or the couch talking about stuff and just enjoying the sights as they started to manifest.

After awhile, and due to me pretty much drinking water the whole time (being on acid I’ve discovered gives me a need to drink a lot), we decided to venture out of the computer room and towards the bathroom. Going to the bathroom and leaving the “safety” of the office/computer room is always a bit of a production for us when we’re tripping and we pretty much always do it together when we drop, as being apart seems to on occasion send Summer (or me possibly) into a bad space if we don’t have each other there as a rock to lean on. At this point we were definitely on the come-up but not quite peaking yet. Pretty good amount of visuals, some audio distortion, and we definitely were getting into a mental head space together. After a thankfully uneventful trip to the bathroom, not counting the bug we saw on the wall haha, we were back in the office just chilling and watching our trip playlist on the 4k flat screen TV.

What I’ve found amazing about acid is just how much color it can add to usually black and white only images/videos. There’s this amazing animation on YT that is black and white only but combine it with acid and it feels as if there is color everywhere in it. Like rainbow effects in every cell, every frame. Kind of like what you see looking through a prism or what it projects onto a wall. That combined with the jaw dropping soundtrack it makes for an amazing video to trip to. I ended up getting on my knees on the floor with my feet tucked beneath me, allowing all my focus to go into the video. It becomes a surreal experience, my entire world, my entire existence becomes this animation. It’s an amazing thing to feel and is hyper powerful. Also watched an Alan Watts music video which is also absolutely jaw dropping. They both are great videos to come-up on as the effects are hitting me. The last video has actually made me cry it felt so emotional in the moment. As do other videos on this drug, it boosts my emotions soooo much.

Summer Thoughts: "The difference between 150ug and 250ug when it came to visuals and sounds was considerable. 150 had patterns manifest on surfaces and behind closed eyes, but 250 felt like visuals were overlaying your entire vision. Everywhere I looked, patterns and rainbow swirls took over, and the more I let my vision “space out”, the more intense it got. Meanwhile, sound was getting very distorted. Sometimes it felt like sounds were coming out of boxes, or that things were stuttering. We could feel the nature of sound change if we held a cup close to our ears. At one point, music didn’t even sound like music anymore as it was so choppy, pitch shifted, warbley, and just outright chaotic. Couple this with synesthesia and suddenly I was seeing sounds, feeling smells, hearing visuals all while my brain was highly influenced by any change in mood or emotion. Every sensory input was felt throughout all of my senses and it was such a profound experience. It’s one of those things you truly need to experience to understand."

For awhile longer we watched more videos, talked, looked at the walls, Summer poured me some Pepsi and paused for a second mid-pour (for her she said that pause felt like minutes), I had a moment where I was unsure where my body ended and where it began, and we just enjoyed everything. After that there was another trip to the bathroom. At this point we were just about to reach the peak and were really beginning to experience the visuals as they were becoming very noticeable even without having to focus on any one thing. For example the wall in the front bathroom of our condo is so good for this drug lol. It breathes, and swirls, and changes shape all around you; it seems as if the bathroom itself seems to breath. Also note these bathroom trips probably happened every hour from now until the end of the trip, so I’ll stop mentioning them. But realize this regularness, bathroom breaks every hour, maybe contributed to some of the mental looping we found ourselves in later. A reality that repeats in regular ways, like going to the bathroom every hour, can get me thinking in loops. Sadly though we did one bad thing when we went to the bathroom this time, we left the door open to the office when we were gone and our cat JoJo managed to get inside without us realizing.

As we got back into the room, we shut the door and I started to look at some of the art in the room. Was at this point I started to believe I’d peaked as the visuals were becoming much, much more insane compared to our last trip. The art and posters were literally exploding for me, faces breaking apart, morphing and pulsing as they grew smaller and larger, things sliding apart, pieces of the drawings appeared 3D and seemed to come out of the posters/paintings, rainbows and halos around what seemed to be everything, and etc. Was an amazingly beautiful view for me. Sounds as if it would be scary to see these things happen but in the moment for me, it was just a sense of “omg this is fucking awesome” lol.

It was soon after this we finally realized the cat was in-fact in the room with us. JoJo is a great cat but he can be hella stubborn sometimes and hard to get out of a room. And as it was the middle of the night, as cats do, he can get into this mood and start acting restless and crazy. Now when you’re tripping balls and you’re around a kitty that can be aggressive sometimes and/or extra playful/stubborn, that can lead to bad thoughts which at this point in your trip nearing and/or at the peak, can have drastic ramifications for your state of mind. This is what happened to Summer.

I was on the floor trying to coax Jojo out from beneath the couch-side table in the corner and she was on the edge of the couch by the table. After a few seconds no luck, Summer gets up to go across the room to the desk to get the laser pointer (always a good way to get a cat to go where you want) and as she’s getting up Summer has this acid induced “vision/hallucination” of Jojo leaping at her and attacking her that then set her off in a really bad way. Was like flipping a switch. I was distracted with the cat, but as she came back with the laser point I look up at her and see her face. Her eyes have this look of absolute terrified panic, like... the look of incredible fear… as if she has just seen a demon or some other mind meltingly terror inducing entity. It’s hard to describe but it immediately freaked me out and she begins to frantically cling to me telling me to never let go, to please, please, please, not let go of her. I grabbed her tightly, my arms around her, telling her over and over I’m not going anywhere, that I won’t ever let go as long as she wants, reminding her that I love her and that she’s safe with me. I made sure she was safe and somewhat calmed down and got the cat out of the room.

Summer Thoughts: "This is when everything started going downhill for me. When the cat was acting weird, it started unnerving me as it always does when I’m tripping, but this time it went a little further. Valk tells me Jojo didn’t actually do anything hostile, but my fragile sense of reality led to me seeing Jojo come at me like he was literally trying to kill me. My brain was so impressionable, emotional, and easily influenced in that moment that it freaked me the fuck out. I blacked out. It’s like when you hear of people getting so angry that they black out and beat the fuck out of someone and finally come to minutes later wondering what happened. That’s how it was for me, but instead of attacking the cat, I was apparently just frantically trying to get him out of the room. What brought me back was Valk holding me telling me to come back and that everything was okay. When I realized that I had lost control of myself, this sent me into a negative thought loop for hours. I was so terrified that I was going to lose control again and hurt myself somehow, and I just couldn’t get over it."

Was at this point we started rolling hard, riding that wave at the peak, riding the crest of the wave and surfing down the steep cliff of its face. I was truly realizing now that this trip definitely is a magnitude more powerful experience than our previous time when we did 150ug. The next handful of hours were a blur but I’ll try to hit some of the things I remember.

Experiencing mental loops where you find yourself looping back to the same thoughts as if you’re in a cage of your own making/mind, unable to break out. Conscious of the fact you’re looping mentally but unable to stop these thoughts. I wrote in our journal at one point that it's a feeling of helplessness. Stuck in your mind, unable to stop looping. These loops aren’t always terrifying or bad, but you are unable at times to end the cycle, making you feel helpless, unable to control your own mind.

For example, Summer was experiencing a loop that she got stuck on for a bunch of our peak, whether she was really tripping or not, was this reality or not, was she real or not, and etc. Having to remind herself that she’s just in our condo, in our office, doing acid with me and that it would eventually end. She would know this and understand it but would then have herself loop back to questioning what is happening, if she is real, if this is real, entirely forgetting again that she is just laying on the floor of our office on the carpet or sitting on the couch with me. An existential crisis. And looping like that again and again and again and again. And the thing is, and I can confirm this from my own experiences, she was at times aware she was in a loop but unable to escape. It’s like being pulled along, almost as if something is forcing you to experience these thoughts over and over again. Your whole world is often time condensed down to this thought, you almost lose track of your surroundings and are consumed inside your head, even if you have your eyes open.

Summer Thoughts: "So, Valk summed this stage up for me pretty well. The majority of my thought loops at this point were along the lines of “What if I never stop tripping and I’m stuck in this helpless state forever?” and “Does the sober existence I keep trying to reassure myself of actually exist, or is this all something I am making up in the moment?”

“Does the sober existence I keep trying to reassure myself of actually exist, or is this all something I am making up in the moment?”

 I was almost certain, for what seemed like an eternity, that Summer did not exist and never has. I completely lost touch with myself, and had begun talking about myself in third person. I never felt like anyone else, but I certainly didn’t feel like myself either. I remember thinking over and over that I just want this to end. It was miserable."

Loops like this can take on a life of their own too, as you seem to almost descend into them. Further and further down into you mind or into the idea you’re looping back to. I mentioned to Summer at the time that it was like going down a sinkhole, a sinkhole with paths that wind down around the walls of the hole, going around and around down and down further and further. But what can happen is sometimes you can trip and fall and instead of winding around the wall and walking the path, you fall headlong down into the pit. Reaching places you aren’t mentally prepared for as you didn’t take the path down but fell headlong towards the bottom, giving you a burst of emotion or a burst of thought that can be too powerful for you to handle causing you to react very powerfully to. Either in a good or bad way.

One thing that happened to me during this point in the trip is I was having a hard time keeping myself from tempting fate in the sense that I wanted to purposely fall down that previously mentioned sinkhole, or something like that, and see where it would lead me. Like I wanted to go out into the dark of the living room with the lights off, me tripping BALLS, and see what I saw: both mentally and visually. Let my mind free, let it take me wherever it wanted, and letting my brain manifest whatever it wanted me to see/hear/smell/touch.

At some point, while Summer and I were laying on the carpet together again, I told Summer of this and she began clinging to me again begging me not to go out there with a lil bit of panic in her voice. (She later said she thought I meant like outside the condo, which I can understand.) Though even if she had known at the time that I only meant the living room, just the dark and shadows would have probably been a big no-no for her.

That thought consumed me for awhile and I got stuck wondering if I really did want to go out there and explore the deeper parts of my psyche or not, and for what reason. It felt like the person that was me was trying to actively fight from letting that happen. I kept telling myself, or kept telling the entity that was me, that on a rational level I didn’t want to do that because Summer was going to need me and I couldn’t ignore her to explore myself. But then I began thinking was that just my subconscious trying to give me a reason not to do it, it saying do not do that you’ll regret it, in a way I would be able to understand and likely agree to. And the thing is that there were parts of this thought process that felt like it wasn’t me thinking it but as if I was thinking of myself in the third-person.Thinking outside of myself.  Not me thinking it but the entity known as Valkeir, if that entity even was a thing at that point for me. Eventually after looping through this a bit I came to the conclusion that it was probably good Summer was there to keep me from doing it, regardless of the reason, just because going into a dark room with shadows, with some of the thoughts that were rattling around in my brain, and being by myself, may have been a recipe for disaster and she kept me from that. Kept me from falling into a possible pit of something through her need for my presence.

A good summary for this part of the trip, at the peak, is that it was somewhat like a lucid waking dream

it was somewhat like a lucid waking dream

. You are awake, but at the same time you feel as if you are dreaming. This awareness is counter-intuitive because even though you feel like you are dreaming, you aren’t in control at the same time. Very similar to being in an actual dream and realizing you are dreaming but unable to wake up from it. Also just like in a dream your situation, your mood, your emotions can change on a dime. Things/visuals/sounds can be mentally indistinct, but at the same time vivid. Your entire world can constrict to your body, your mind, your partner, a video, your leggings as the patterns swirl, etc. There is nothing else. This is your world now.

Also a reminder, this entire time the visuals were literally everywhere still, they went on for hours and hours. At times you’d feel the need to close your eyes to give them a rest as it’s exhausting, your eyes feel tired from all the stimulus, but there is no rest. Even with your eyes closed you see colors, and shapes, and fractal patterns dancing in the darkness of your eyelids. “So out of breath from seeing things,” is how we put it. You feel exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally from such an experience.

After maybe an hour or two longer, we were beginning to come down from the big peak and starting to go down the backside. The subsequent peaks getting less and less intense. During this phase it felt as if we were gaining a sense of perspective back. For example while at the peak it felt like we were losing a sense of perspective or a sense of self, and coming down from that huge peak we’re slowly gaining perspective back, settling back into a sense of “I” or “me” rather than “him/her” or even more indistinct pronouns (if you’re even using pronouns). We both were able to get our brains back in a lil bit of order again, at least to the point where we both agreed there were no more existential crises that were going to happen or intense hallucinations and ended up getting intimate and it ended up being really really fun! Wasn’t able to quite cum this time, as it’s still really hard to stay focused long enough, my brain was still going a million miles a minute and every single stimulus was a possible distraction from what my partner was doing. But just gotta say Summer has a very very talented tongue and my sense of feeling her touch and tongue was exquisite. A++++ for effort, would have sex on the floor again.

At some point, towards the last maybe ⅓ of the trip we ended up watching Dean Deacon's "When I Was Done Dying". And I just started crying with tears running down my face during it, it summed up so much of what we had experienced, experiences that I’ve really only touched the surface of in this trip report. Sooo much more happened that I haven’t even mentioned. Tripping is an experience that lasts for hours and hours, and hours. For us, easily 8-12 hours of real time, and in the trip those 8-12 hours can feel like a lifetime, multiple lifetimes, an endless sequence of eternities. I could fill up another 6 pages with our experiences, but it’s so hard to put into words adequately, especially now two days later, what we went through that night and early morning. But in this video they do it beautifully. Soooo many scenes in the video hit REALLY REALLY hard and are sooo fitting.

Finally as the trip began to mellow out and exhaustion began to overwhelm us after everything we experienced, we ended up just chilling for awhile, watching anime, listening to music with our Subpac, messaging friends on discord and etc. Just trying to unwind and decompress a little bit. Visuals were still there but less apparent, noticeable but no longer overwhelming. Eventually we ended up going to the bedroom, got in bed together, held each other and finished our trip together, finally falling asleep.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113793

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Nov 19, 2019	Views: 680

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:12

		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 3:15

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:47

		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:00

		 Sceletium tortuosum

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   61 kg

This trip report documents the experiences of Paul and Shan -

The weekend planning started a week prior, when we were sitting together doing our university assignments. We had been talking about an epic final send off to psychedelics, to which we had tried but never felt completely satisfied with our previous trips to actually signify the last hoorah. Paul was sitting at his desk and a thought popped into my mind of treating him to a weekend away at a beach cottage I had been to for my birthday. It was the perfect setting- a completely private cottage with Eastern Cape coastal forest surrounding the house, with an idyllic 120 degree view of the ocean. It was time for the weekend festivities to begin.

We had had a long day, so only arrived at the beach in the early evening; we quickly unpacked, set up our music station and decorated our space with some funky tapestries before embarking on the trip. Having never documented our trips before, I decided that this night it was in order – so the following is a timestamped log of the events and experiences of our candy flip trip.

6:10pm – we unwrapped our stamps, cheers-ed to another adventure and readied ourselves for a patterned-filled journey.

6:35pm – still buzzing around the cottage getting things ready before our come-up overwhelmed our sober selves, Paul made a fire while I sat sorting out our “Geometric playlist”. This playlist has become a part of every trip we’ve had, and whenever we needed a break from the hustle and bustle of academic life, searching for new music was a great escape. Being 25 minutes in, the come-up was demanding to be felt – the body load was definitely noticeable, and an electric shiver was pulsing through our bodies.

7:05pm – being inside the cottage became a bit too cramped for the nervous energy we were feeling while coming up, so heading outside seemed like the most comfortable space to be in. It was so refreshing getting some crisp sea air in the lungs, watching the last bits of Friday light disappear into the great expanse that was the night sky and watching the flickering fire. The time crept by and as we sat and spoke outside, I realised once again that this crazy human is the only person I would be dabbling in the psychedelic world with.

7:35pm – feeling a lot more settled we moved back inside to enjoy the onset of the wonderful geometric patterns acid was about to treat us with. Some water was definitely needed, and after opening the fridge it looked like patterns were exploding out from the fluorescent beam the fridge light produced. A mood was most certainly set with low lighting and candles lit in our warm little space.

8:02pm – starting to settle into the music, a realization came over us – once again- that LSD is made so much more enjoyable and the patterns are a lot more dynamic and playful with good music. Our music taste for our playlist is swayed towards indie and blues inspired bands and some old classics that have the most tantalizing instrumentals. A song that was playing at the time of this entry had such a beautiful lyric –  being “lost in the light”, which felt like it was speaking to our situation – being lost in the light of the gleaming fractals.

8:22pm – it was time to share our first MD – the body load from the acid come-up had most definitely settled and we were ready to ramp up our experience of the evening. Sitting at the dining room table we giggled at the fact that Paul is always the grounded one that divides and hands out the drugs and I am the one who is the time keeper.

we giggled at the fact that Paul is always the grounded one that divides and hands out the drugs and I am the one who is the time keeper.

 Still enthralled in the music, I commented on a song being one of my favourites and Paul so aptly said that the song as a whole was an experience.

8:50pm – the MD is coming on properly… we were experiencing such a warm, comforting body feeling and there is a considerable difference in the vibrance and playfulness of the geometrics. We decided to turn the main lights off in our chill space, having only the light from some deliciously scented candles and the blue glow from our sound system illuminating the room. The scene being set with the low light and the tapestries around the room made for the perfect space for us to enjoy the music, each other and the dancing fractals.

9:15pm – one of the best things about having a trip partner that I care so deeply about, is that during our psychedelic experiences we share some very special and meaningful moments. We were enjoying just standing for a bit and Paul pulled me in for a hug, we stood in this warm embrace for a long time and enjoyed the closed eye geometric experience with some of our favourite tracks playing - I could have honestly continued to hold him for an eternity, because that moment was truly perfect.

9:25pm – we decided to share or final acid stamp to fully commit to the night; in the flickering glow of the candles we placed stamp under our tongue and went outside to enjoy a bit of fresh air and the crashing sound of the waves.

9:57pm – we were having some playful conversation while sitting on the daybed couch and I giggled when pointing out that we were about to go all out, balls to the walls with patterns – after deciding to share our last MD. We were ready!

10:03pm – the other 70 (Microdots of acid) were hitting us hard at this point! The music had a momentary pause – we looked at each other – and our favourite EP of all time started to play as we peaked properly on everything. The only logical decision was to lie down, side by side, on the cool tiled floor; and let the patterns overwhelm us. Lying there with these epic songs treated us to some of the most beautiful geometric patterns, we were having the such an intimate individual experience while being there together. There was a mutual realization that this experience was only possible, because we did it together in such a pure, comfortable and loving environment.

10:38pm – we had moved back to lying down and sitting on the daybed where we enjoyed some of the older blues songs that resonated more with me, there is something so pure about the instrumentals and vocals of this music. I’ve grown up living with musicians and being around really good music; it is part of my fibre and to share this side of myself with someone really means a lot. It was such a special part of our trip as it gave me time to reflect on some more personal memories and moments of my childhood; I realized that if it wasn’t for certain people in my life, I would not be able to love music as much as I do and be able to share this side of myself with someone I hold so dearly.

11:22pm – it was such a still spring night so being outside provided the perfect setting to have good conversations and spend some more wonderful quality time with Paul. The moon and magnificent clouds of the night were breath taking and it was so special to watch how the patterns morphed the clouds into these fluid wonders in the sky. Standing together watching the sets roll in with the waves calmly rolling over themselves, there was a lone ship sailing away in the misty distance; and in that moment it signified the perfect send off. The time spent outside felt like ages, where we discussed a world of topics in only 40 minutes.

12:20am – we decided we needed more darkness in the cottage, so closing the curtains and turning the outside light off was just what we needed.

12:41am – lying down together we settled into our den and we blissfully let the hours drift by.

4:58am – the sun was just starting rise which was a brilliant time to huddle up, with blankets and tea, outside and let the fading fractals go as the new day dawned. What a treat it was to see a huge pod of dolphins pass as we sat having some quiet time together.

6:10am – going into this experience our goal was to have another 12-hour trip

going into this experience our goal was to have another 12-hour trip

, which we had had the first time we tried acid together. At exactly 6:10 am our lengthy playlist came to end; I had an urge to check the time and was astonished to see that it was precisely 12 hours - to the minute that we had started candy-flip trip. It felt like the universe had given us a strange sign that fulfilled our goal of having the most magical final 12 hours dabbling with psychedelics.

The rest of the weekend away was nothing short of incredible- so writing down a brief snippet of it, making up this trip report, only seemed apt.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113749

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Nov 20, 2019	Views: 648

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Relationships (44), Personal Preparation (45), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

This experience took place in my shared house on university campus. The trip lasted 14 hours (3pm - 5am).

I received acid on 5 fizzy sweet cola bottles supposedly at a minimum of 100ug each but was warned that it was a new batch and the strength wasn't tested. I was advised to only take half a cola bottle to test the effects as it was likely the dose was much higher than advertised. I did not listen and despite it being my first time, I took 2 doses and my tripping buddy, Ovi did the same at 3pm.

(15:00) While waiting for it to kick in I was sat in my room drawing, however, after about half an hour I found I could no longer concentrate and I started sweating and feeling 'jittery'. I start pacing my room when I get a message from Ovi stating that he felt weird. I understood what he meant, it felt like my field of vision was a marshmallow and everything I looked at was slowly moving, breathing and merging.

(16:00) Ovi hadn't eaten all day so we met up and decide to buy a pizza, however, I was shaking so hard it looked like I had muscle spasms so I put on a huge coat and we went to the shop. While there, I notice my right arm is stuck in one position and it becomes numb and painful. While Ovi goes inside to eat, I sit on a bench outside our house as I find it easier to breathe outside. I watch the field and trees, they look like they're submerged under water and I see lots of geometric patterns. However, they're moving so fast and are so wiggly I eventually start to get nauseous.

(17:00) I try to bring Ovi outside to show him but we're both struggling to string together sentences and only make it a few steps before deciding to go back inside as we were tripping so hard it was difficult to remember what was real life. I kept hallucinating that we were in a Disney movie and everything looked like a cartoon. The power and intensity of the hallucination to me aback and I couldn't remember what was happening in my mind vs what was happening in front of me.

(17:05) After we get home, the pain in my arm becomes more pronounced, it feels 'blocked' and the blood felt sticky and numb and I was unable to move it. I begin to panic that we were sold something that wasn't acid and was in fact clogging my arteries and killing me. Looking back, I realise LSD increases anxiety and paranoid thinking but at the time I was unaware and started to feel scared. I decide the sober house mates should stay with us to make sure we're OK and remind us that we were in real life since I felt like I was going crazy. I was 'in my own head' and it was hard to talk.

I sit on the floor, extremely uncomfortable, clutching my knees and asking every 3 minutes when the trip will be over, I just wanted to feel 'normal' again so I could focus on my arm and decide rationally if I needed medical attention. In my head there were several 'me's saying, doing and thinking different things and I could not remember which 'me' was in this physical real life, on the kitchen floor.

I could not remember which 'me' was in this physical real life, on the kitchen floor.

 I'd think up a scenario and it'd have a hundred different endings, only one of which had happened in real life and it was so difficult to discern reality from my mind. At one point I was telling myself to calm down but I couldn't remember which 'me' was actually panicking. I also kept thinking I could just 'shake off' my arm, the pain was 'caught' on it and I could shake it off so I must have looked pretty crazy trying to get my arm off me. I also felt like I needed to spit 'myself' out, I kept trying to spit and get myself out of me. At one point I snapped out of it all for a second and just said out loud 'I'm insane.' my house mates were comforting me telling me I was sane and it was just a bad trip but it felt like my brain and sense of self were floating away and would never return and I'd be left an empty vessel of a person with nothing but an aching arm.

At some point I went upstairs because I thought I might feel more normal by myself, and for some reason I changed my shirt. However, I almost dialled 999 because I 'thought my arm was about to explode' (it felt like there were 500 rubber bands around it) and so in some rational part of my mind I realised I needed to stay downstairs with the sober trip sitters so they could look after me and make sure I remembered I was in real life and wouldn't do anything crazy.

(19:30) My heart rate was continuously increasing, partly as a physiological effect and partly from the anxiety, so this in turn lead me to feel more fear, panic and confusion while my temperature fluctuated and I failed to feel comfortable. My house mates put on 4 hours worth of David Attenborough documentaries which calmed me down and distracted me a little.

(23:30) Before going into my own room, I try to watch a movie with Ovi but his room is dark and small, the window is closed and the hum of his electronics charging drove me INSANE. He is finding the trip fun and light unlike me. I look in the mirror and what I see is a version of myself with all my least favourite features exaggerated. I get slightly freaked out.

(00:00) I decide to sleep the rest of the trip off in my own room so I could see someone about my arm when I'd sobered up the next day (I was getting worried it would stop my blood pumping and cause a heart attack or stroke) but the pain started to spread to my shoulder and then my throat, my tongue felt numb and huge and I found it difficult to swallow. There is a perfumey taste in the back of my throat and I notice there's a lot of mucus built up (which wasn't there before ingesting the acid). I tried drinking water to get rid of it and got through about 2 litres before stopping as I wasn't sweating or urinating and I began to fear getting over-hydration (noticing a pattern in my paranoia here!).

(00:30) I get scared I'm going to suffocate in my sleep so I ask to stay in my house mates room for the night so that someone is present if I start dying. A few times it felt like my throat completely closed and I shoved my fingers in there to open up my airways and I spent the whole time feeling like breathing was not natural, it was a very conscious effort on my part and I had a shortness of breath. Looking back, this was most likely anxiety induced rather than physiological as I have had panic attacks in the past when I was younger, (though they had never affected my throat). It felt like if I let go and fell asleep, I would never wake up. I knew in my mind this was an irrational thought but I was convinced my mind would float away and never return and I'd forget to breathe.

I was convinced my mind would float away and never return and I'd forget to breathe.

(01:00) When breathing became slightly easier, I went back to my own room and  lay on my arm to make it numb so that I felt less pain. I also  covered myself in warm blankets and set up deep breathing exercise videos. However, the  voices are echoey and distorted and the faces look twisted and evil. I turn them off and try to find a relaxing music playlist but I keep mumbling to myself and could not control my own body. I lay shivering and in pain for hours with the lights on which was uncomfortable (but better than having them off, where I kept seeing black demons dancing around my bed. Though I was aware this was just a visual trick it did not help my anxiety).

(05:00) I eventually  get to sleep but spend the whole of the next day in bed, I felt frightened, weak and vulnerable. I had eaten nothing the whole day I tripped and did not eat the next day either.  I did not drink alcohol for a few weeks after and did  not go out or party with my house mates (we go a few times a week). I felt too shaky and emotionally traumatised as well as in physical pain - my arm still felt 'blocked' and weird.

After some research, I learned LSD can cause vasoconstriction, and since I have naturally bad blood flow (sometimes waking up in the middle of the night with my arms paralysed), I figured that was probably it.

I decided it was a much too high dose for a first time trip and the next time (while on 100mg of MDMA) I took a quarter of the dose. I simply swallowed to make sure it wasn't 25i or another RC which MUST be held in the mouth for an effect (as opposed to LSD which will work when swallowed) and made sure to keep arms warm and stayed in bed the whole time for maximum comfortable feelings. I still tripped, though it took a good 3 hours to kick in and I felt jittery, cold and uncomfortable again. However, not nearly to the same extent.

At this point, I am not sure the insight and pretty visuals are worth the physical effects acid gives me

I am not sure the insight and pretty visuals are worth the physical effects acid gives me

 personally. I still feel a little strange, it felt like I had a screw loose and the first acid experience somewhat unhinged me. But strangely, I feel like a more open, empathetic and caring person for it. Use with caution.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 105611

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Nov 21, 2019	Views: 638

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		 DOSE:

		 3 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This is a recount of a particularly beautiful trip I had about 9 months ago. I have taken various psychedelic chemicals in various doses before and since, had the full range of experience from deep spiritual understanding to hellish stressful bad trips, so you could say that I am “experienced”.

I had been looking forward to this day for some time. I hadn’t really had a day off in weeks, and I had been really aching for a trip – many things had transpired that summer that I really needed some time alone with my thoughts to process

many things had transpired that summer that I really needed some time alone with my thoughts to process

, my girlfriend breaking up with me first among them. Not only that, but I had just received a new batch of LSD and I wanted to taste-test it.

I did my usual ritual of centering myself before dosing. Nothing too formalized, just tried to stay aware of and comfortable in my surroundings and my circumstances, whatever they were. Some meditation too. I even had a plan for what I wanted to do: my flatmate had agreed to drive me up to a nearby state park so I could do my favorite hike.

Dose day. Beautiful sunny Saturday, just a perfect day outside. I got up at 8 (early for me), did my morning wake-up routine, meditated a bit, then dosed at around 10 AM. 3 tabs. My flatmate’s girlfriend was over and she had two cats, along with our cat that meant I had three cats to play with. And they were all in a playful mood. It was by far the smoothest come-up I have ever experienced, just a comfortable playful time with the cats. Eventually I noticed a shift in headspace, and some really minor visuals. It was nothing near as intense as my previous experiences with 3 hits, which led me to believe at the time that the tabs I had were underdosed. My mind was still very clear, so I didn’t make the mistake of redosing. I was very content anyway, I felt very comfortable physically and mentally, exactly where I wanted to be.

Eventually the other people in the house started to get up. I’m planted on the couch and barely speaking except to giggle or answer questions. I seemed to be attracting an audience, either that or the cats were. I didn’t mind. Everyone seemed happy.

Eventually my flatmate asked me if I still wanted to go to the park. I said “YES”, and very enthusiastically started getting ready for a hike. I felt remarkably clear-headed and unencumbered, in touch with my body and with a clear sense of purpose. My mantra for that trip was “I’m on a quest to go to my favorite place!”. I repeated it in my head over and over.

The drive over, everything was beautiful. I stared at the clouds and the trees, the cars, everything.

I remember my hike as a somewhat disconnected set of vignettes. Everything was unspeakably beautiful. I whispered to the trees and had some rather odd but harmless interactions with some people, as I had forgotten to wear sunglasses my pupils were wide open for everyone to see. For a while I thought the sun was following me, a blinding companion on my hike.

Eventually I made it to my favorite spot, a large oak tree in a field, with a little patch of short grass right under it perfect to sit in. It was the place I had first kissed my girlfriend. I found that I didn’t really miss her, it just seemed unimportant. I thought about the generations of people who had sat under this oak doing exactly what I was doing, feeling more or less what I was feeling. I felt a strong connection to the past through that tree, and the tree seemed to have nothing but love in it for the strange humans who sat under it. It was fantastically comforting to be with that tree, looking out over the shifting forest. It felt like home. I walked back by a similarly circuitous and random-event-filled route. My flatmate refused to pick me up at the entrance to the state park, so I had to walk through civilization to get where he was. I definitely creeped a few people out, I could hear them thinking it. I did my best to ignore it and not act too weird.

Eventually I got home, and I was surprised to find my other flatmate’s sister and her friend there. By this time I was beginning to come down, and I sat and drank tea with them and talked and probably watched TV, I don’t really remember. Eventually I went to bed, and of course had a long sleepless night spent watching my ceiling. I think I went to sleep at around 4.

I think that trip more than any before or since, really had a profound impact on the way I experience the world. Since then I have started drawing more, and I have found it much easier to appreciate the mundane beauty of the world around me, and I feel a little more emotionally open too. I didn’t end up getting what I was looking for, as I didn’t really get over that girl for months afterwards, but I did get what I needed.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113250

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Dec 4, 2019	Views: 652

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LSD (2) : Personal Preparation (45), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), General (1), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


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

		   T+ 0:00
		 few lines
		 inhaled
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 2:30
		 few lines
		 inhaled
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:00
		   joints/cigs
		 inhaled
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   14 st

So we went to Somewhere to get some K, I wasn't planning on having anything but then my friend said he had some Acid available so I thought fuck it, I'm having one of those, then I figured out hmm why not have a bit of K along with it and see how it goes, phwoar was I in for a night. That whole day was a bit iffy, I felt lost all day for some reason and I had no sense of time, I didn't feel like it was part of my reality. Not even sure why but I was pretty contempt at the same time.

I am sorry I couldn't write many timings down, I just cannot remember the times as time didn't phase me and I didn't feel attached to anything electronic if anything I felt like it wasn't made for me to interact with or come near, far too alien for my liking.

Me, A and B went and got the tab and I ingested the tab at around 9:40 ish, we proceeded to my house where we lined up a few lines of K had them and played some COD, whilst playing COD it was like the game put a pause on the drugs and we just focused on the game, however I started of amazing, thanks to the K (we call it Ketboxing) and then ended up completely shit and got pissed at the game and just kinda threw the pad and stopped playing.

Not even 40 minutes later and we experienced mass euphoria, giggling our tits of, however I didn't feel like I had any visuals yet and thought it was the K kicking in intensely, however I looked at my ceiling to see whether I was tripping yet(it's got some mad floral patterns all over it) and the ceiling I shit you not was becoming 3D all the patterns started to come out in a pulsating sense as if it was a butterfly coming out of a cocoon it was amazing, and I thought to myself, fuck yes it's going to be a good night!

Then I realized my parents were gonna be coming back soon, 2 hours or so had already passed and it was coming up to 12 o'clock. I didn't actually believe it was nearly 12 already and we spent some time being mind blown at it. By this time I started peaking pretty damn crazy, we lined up a few more lines of K. The feeling I got was intense, it was like I was experiencing spacetime freeze. Time didn't seem to be actually part of anything anymore and my perception of the world was just slow motion.

Time didn't seem to be actually part of anything anymore and my perception of the world was just slow motion.

 No matter where I looked, I would have a trail following the previous items I was looking at, everything also had a background, hmmm, imagine every item being filmed separately with no background behind it and then all these items got overlapped and made into a film, every object had its own life, conscious, it's own aura, everything was simply... Perfect, I never knew I could see perfection in this world, but low and behold I'm stood in my bedroom and witnessed it.

We lined up some more K and had them and got our shit together and left the house and all we could do was just giggle away at everything and nothing and the stupid things we were talking about. We knew our friend C was awake as he'd called us and asked us whether we'd be coming round before we set of, so once we left the house we started going to his, I have no real memory of the walk there, I can see myself walking to his but I can't remember seeing anything, I know for a fact we all felt euphoric and senselessness, carelessness, and I don't know about the other two but I had no ego, it was like I was one with the world, almost part of it. Well I remember leaving mind and kinda being at his instantly, it felt like the walk was nothing as if we fast forwarded the walk to his. Once we got to his we found out he had an xbox, some reason I'd packed all my xbox stuff with me and we played xbox for a bit after it was set up.

I stood in the corner of the room and the guys had some more k with C, I dont think I had anymore at this point, by this time I was peaking like insanity, yet I don't feel like I hit the actual peak yet, like the pinnacle of the mixture. So as I was stood there I was just looking at the guys and they all looked so surreal to me, this was the first time I'd done LSD on my own without anyone else being on it, and everyone looked so, so cartoony almost, everything I said, Saw, Felt all was like alien to me, everything around me became extremely Alien to me as if I'd not known what they were or anything, I didn't feel worried or scared in the slightest but more appreciative that I could see everything in it's natural state like it was all unveiling to me

I didn't feel worried or scared in the slightest but more appreciative that I could see everything in it's natural state like it was all unveiling to me

, well as I stood there I was just giggling to myself looking at everyone being so un-real to me, so vividly, and then I slightly angled my head down to look at the TV on the floor where the guys were playing xbox and they set up a match of zombies on COD and I said quite loudly-ish, 'Are you mad playing zombies on K?! Fuck playing zombies on K' (I've actually been scared to play the game alone, only recently have I been able to play it alone hahaa) and then my eyes darted up for some reason and I saw that with the place I was stood in, everyone having their own conversation (total of 4 people in the room) two were stood on the right side of the room and two were playing xbox on the left on the floor and because of my hat it made it seem like they were part of my head like literally coming out of my head.

We'd just finished a spliff like 2 minutes before, and there was a knock on the door, I was the closest to it and looked at C and was like should I open it? What if it's D? (this guy who lives in the same house that we absolutely hate) So I was cautious about opening the door, (I'd still not hit the ultimate pinnacle of my trip, the point of no return kinda pinnacle) Low and behold I open the door, I look outside, I look at my mate and say there's a police officer outside [hold on wait wtf!!! THERES A COPPER OUTSIDE! I screamed in my head but the guys could see from my expression that I shouted it to them through our minds]   he just walked in, remember we'd just finished a spliff, there were grinders, scales, and a bag of k on the table somewhere around the room. He just walked in and said.

Police: Where is he? (Proper Assertive voice) ( He looked soo surreal to us, but to me he looked like a caricature that just did not stay still, with this I mean he kept shape shifting, his colour would constantly change)

Me: Who? (Fullon Tripping at this point, it was like his knock on the door made the pinnacle point hit me the hardest a drug ever hit me, it was like the drugs knew what was about to happen and caused a major chaos attack, but it was superly blissful)

Police: WHERE IS HE?

Me: Whoooo? (Slightly leaning in now, asking like a child, silly and inquisitive)

Police: Kieran!

Me: Well this is not my conversation!

And I took refuge on the bed against the wall and took it all in, that there was actually a copper in the room, C knew the K was on the table and the police officer saw the built in warddrobe and asked in a proper scary voice.

By this time I was peaking unimaginably hard and the time was going by soooo slow that I felt like I could dance on every word he said, pick it out, analyze it and full on understand what he was saying, if it wasn't for this time slowmo I think I would have fucked it up for all of us. I wasn't quite in the room, I didn't fully understand the intensity of the consequences yet and I thought I was just tripping so hard that he was part of it and that Acid and K had shown me this could possibly happen, now this is what you do kinda thing if it ever was gonna happen in real life.

Police: Whats in there? (He seemed scared asking the question as if he was expecting the kid to be in there dead or some shit)

We all went it's just a wardrobe it's empty, and he walked to it quickly opened in up, but before he did C Stood infront of the K that was on the side next to the wardrobe, all I could think of at that point, right he's not found the kid he's gonna notice EVERYTHING ELSE, and was like fuck, I can't go to prison tripping my balls of!

It seemed like an eternity before he told us why he was actually there, once he did and we cleared that up, of why he was there, he was like,

Police: It smells of cannabis here, you guys have any?

Police: It smells of cannabis here, you guys have any?

We all were like no we don't have any.

The fucking copper looked around the room and saw the grinders and the scales, we were like shit, he threatened us with the fact he could just turn us over and lock us up for the night, probably even longer for the shit we had there, (it's so much more then I can say online)

We were all like fuck, none of us knew what to say, we had a bag of K floating around the room, another g in our possession, I was on Acid, A, B, C on K and E on weed and he had some on him to, he radio'd in what he just saw and asked the dispatch whether he should turn us in or not, and they replied with what were guessing no we got bigger things on our mind, then the officer saw what the wall had on them and it was all mathematical and scientific  equations on them and realised we ain't a bad bunch of kids and was like well because there is a bigger case going on and you guys seem like a smart bunch of kids and asked us what we wanted to be, I said accountant and my friend is a med student and he was like well if you guys got caught here you could forget those dreams as with any type of criminal record we were facing we could forget our future dreams, and we were all like fuck me, this is serious shit this, well he told us to go Amsterdam and just get wrecked there but not do it here because it's not worth our future blah blah blah.

He said well because I've done you guys a favour, will you do me one by...

And we all pretty much burst out with saying yes man, anything we find out you'll be the first to know, thanked him and so he left, once he was fully gone, me and A and B burst out laughing so much it sounded like crying but out of joy because we just got away, whilst on drugs, peaking to the intensity that I thought I wasn't my head anymore, we just laughed soo much until tears came down our face and we couldn't breathe anymore, and even then we carried on. I felt like I just survived a war!

Later on I found out that he was only there for a period of 10-15 minutes, which just absolutely fucked my head up because I thought he was there for hours and hours and hours on end.

We got all our shit together, hid loads of shit as well and set of out on a mission as we didn't feel safe enough to be in that room anymore until later on. At this time it was only just gone 1 am I think, so I was still going pretty strong on the drugs and when we went outside everything was just flipping, dancing, visuals were everywhere, it was like I stepped out into a world of happiness where all was bliss.

I was just walking along nicely with the guys and still talking about what had just happened and how lucky we all were and we just couldn't believe it.

We ended up at the lake and sat on of the islands and as I was sat there I looked across the lake to the buildings across it, I put some music on and all the buildings started dancing to the music, it was so magical. It was truly an amazing night, even though we nearly got caught, we all were the luckiest bastards in the world at that moment in time. To have gotten away with all that! I was still tripping however because there was only a lake and some buildings in front of me it was all I could play with. The K had long gone left my system as the copper was there,

I still feel pissed at him for taking my peak, even though I do think he added a huge dose of intensity to the trip and there is still a fraction that seems to be missing out of my mind when the officer was there, I think that's where I hit the utmost pinnacle of my trip, the point beyond no return. The point of not knowing anything, of pure bliss, it's strange thinking about it now actually, that I reached ultimate bliss and beyond with an officer who was considering arresting us.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 96750

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Dec 20, 2019	Views: 785

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