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

		   T+ 1:30
		 1 hit
		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 hit
		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I have taken LSD maybe 12 times or so and pretty much always had positive experiences, some more so than others. Yesterday I consumed a 125ug tab and sat back and waited. I always set a stopwatch on my phone following the drop to know how far into the void I am. At about +01:30 I take a decent sized dab to make the visuals set it fully.

I was listening to the Doors, being absolutely mesmerized by Robby Krieger's psychedelic solos, when for the very first time on LSD I had to admit… I was terrified. The Doors are my absolute favorite band and the darkness of their music intrigues me and makes me ask myself what is the darkness inside myself. My favorite trips had been at night, with the lights off in my room, high as a kite on acid and weed, listening to the Doors with over the ear headphones. After about half an hour or +02:00 I take a massive dab by accident because I am unable to see straight and realize the amount of wax on the pick.

+02:00 I take a massive dab by accident because I am unable to see straight and realize the amount of wax on the pick.

 Then I lay back in bed, turn the lights out, and continue listening to the doors. When my eyes were closed I witnessed mind blowing Synesthesia, each pick of the guitar string sent vivid visual sound waves through my mind.

Following an intense guitar solo, I felt my mind "break". Something inside me said "fuck… you really did it this time didn't you?" I began sweating and freaking out a little but then started reminding myself I am just high and my roommates would be back in a few hours if I really did need them. I get up off my bed and feel my energy or soul leave my body as I see myself still sitting in bed for a brief second, almost like a tracer but more of a still image. At this point I ask myself, "Fuck am I dead?". I tried sitting back down and standing up a few times but each time my mind and eyes would get up but my body would still be there for a few seconds. This then lead to moments of eternity or thought loops for about a minute. The feeling of coming out of a thought loop and being terrified of entering it again is chilling.

Then I began getting confused just looking at things in my room. It was as though I was in one of those fun houses where nothing is the right size. I have taken up to 3 tabs of LSD, experienced mind-blowing visuals but for some reason this was different, it was like a spirit world.

I walk to the kitchen to get water and say to myself "Okay I am just going to get some water, breathe, and everything will be okay". After spilling water, but eventually filling my water bottle, I sit down on the couch and turn on the TV, hoping one of my roommates will come back and prove to me that I am not dead.

As I sit there trying to watch TV, I keep saying something is just not right. Something seems very off, almost as if I am a spirit wandering my environment in some kind of a limbo, waiting to shoot thru the ceiling or floor, into heaven….or hell. I continue trying to focus on the TV but I can't hear it for some reason. My perception of the sound just kept going in and out. I sit up and smack my face, feel my body, and pray for my life to continue.

Then I realize it, I am hearing a conversation between two voices inside my own head. I have never experienced such intense and terrifying auditory hallucinations on LSD before. It was very difficult to make out what the voices were saying, but I vaguely remember hearing something at the exact second, I thought I broke my mind. At this point I am sweating bullets, but still able to realize that I am peaking on acid and took two massive dabs, so I assume that caused the psychosis. However, there is a part of me that still thinks I "broke my mind", because I had literally never heard any trip report or experience from a friend that included such terrifyingly intense auditory hallucinations before.

At this point I am unable to even hear my subconscious - this voice we all have inside our head, imagine when you are reading to yourself. This voice was warping, bending, saying random nonsense, and wouldn't let me get my thoughts through. The sounds are so loud and vivid, I couldn't tell if they were inside or outside my head. I begin wondering if I am talking out-loud or thinking. My mind instantly goes where I don't want it to -- suicide. In a frenzy I begin contemplating if I wanted to go on essentially feeling as though I am schizophrenic.

I begin practicing a deep breathing exercise and am able to silence the voices, almost as if I "snapped out of it" and the 3 hour peak from hell was over. I ride out the rest of the wave feeling as though I had been fucked with on a deeper level. I still love LSD and am so stubborn, I guarantee I will trip again, for better or for worse.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 114903

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Nov 10, 2020	Views: 940

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Combinations (3), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Entities / Beings (37), Difficult Experiences (5), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 Pharms - Lithium
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Thankfully, I was fortunate, but if my two sober friends were not there I wouldn't be here writing to you, but six feet under and with my mother crying over me.

It was 3:30 PM, we took the acid. My friend told me to swallow the paper, so I did, because I did not want to waste some. At first, I was a little bit wary. Maybe this is too much because it was double coated. Meh, whatever. I did it anyway. We decided to get cigarettes first before we tripped. We got back to the house and it all began. I could tell something was happening. The trip had started.

4:00 PM, The effects were getting stronger, I even puked after drinking water, I guess my body was not liking that paper. But no signs of me not being able to handle it. We played Smash Bros. for about an hour.

5:00 PM, It was raining. The effects kept getting stronger and stronger. Sound seemed to be delayed. I could hear my friends voice in echoes and it was delayed. I thought, cool this is awesome. We went back inside, and then decided to smoke a cigarette on the porch. It picked up. The rain was beautiful. Everything was so beautiful. I was in awe of the world. My friend said he saw the road wave, but it didn't to me. The rain droplets looked like they were drawn on.

6:00 PM. I was starting to peak and it was too much, I decided to call my friend to come babysit because I didn't feel in control anymore. It was too intense, I was barely holding it together.

6:30, friend gets to the house and we decide to go upstairs, to watch some Netflix. I went to another room, to gather my thoughts. Bad idea, I peaked. This was the strongest part of my trip. I was so incapacitated I just crashed on the ground, and thought shit I think I have taken too much

 I was so incapacitated I just crashed on the ground, and thought shit I think I have taken too much

, and feared I was going to remain like this forever, but that wasn't true. My perception of time was just shot. I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt so impotent, so small, so little, then my head told me to make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Was I dying?  I think I'm dying. Follow the white light, I was told. But no you can't die, you're a perfectly healthy person, your hair [heart?] is beating, you are still breathing. Until, it felt like it didn't.

7:00 PM, I was one with everything. I had died as a person. I was suffering from ego death. I told my friends, I kept repeating it. I was sitting down on the ground. I couldn't keep it together anymore. I started to question every aspect of my reality and came to the conclusion that us humans have all these concepts that help us make sense of our realities, but what is a concept?

7:30 PM, beginning of the fugue state. I started thinking in colors, you want yellow, I almost peed myself, you want brown, I almost shat myself but something stopped me. I didn't wanna smell. Black, death, Kurt Cobain, my friend that lived nearby has a gun. I kept asking my friends. What happens when you die? I even asked them to kill me. Red. Ooze, what oozes  blood, why do you want blood? Piano upstairs, piano wire. Decapitation. Blood. Red. Black. Death. Light, you want white light. You want the white light. Seek the white light. Let's go get the gun. Kill everyone and yourself. Kill this guy he is at fault for everything. Kill yourself.

8:00 PM, other friends arrived, they knew I was suicidal. They tried their hardest to help me, but to no avail. I didn't feel anything. I had lost the ability to feel, and did not know what I wanted. I wouldn't do anything. I got up from the bed and was asked to play beer pong, I wouldn't. I was asked to come upstairs for a cigarette, I couldn't climb the stairs, I just stood there looking down. My friend carried me up the stairs. I was a shell. I felt so little. I was nothing. I didn't feel a thing. Finally they got me outside, and I was in such a state, I couldn't light my own cigarette.I couldn't even hold it. My inner thought was destroyed. Black was White, and White was Black. Everything was inverted. My brain wasn't making any sense.

8:30 PM, we go upstairs to my friend's room, they lay me on the bed and both sit around me. I try to fall asleep, I think I do, when I wake up

9:30. I wake up and check my phone. My brain is still playing games on me, but it stops with time. It tells me to accept my reality how it is. I do, everything goes back to normal. I can think again in a coherent human way. I tell my friend acid was awesome. And he tells me is it over for you? He looks very surprised. I said yeah, but I still had some remnants of the trip in me.

This was the most powerful experience I have every had to endure. I literally felt I died and was reborn. The fugue state was a very chronic depression. It happened in an instant too, with one bad thought. What I went through, I don't wish upon anyone. I was lucky that everything turned out fine in the end. I want to do acid again, but the next time around, I'm gonna make sure I'm not taking any lithium for a month.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 100886

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Nov 12, 2020	Views: 1,804

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LSD (2), Pharms - Lithium (91) : Health Problems (27), Medical Use (47), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 600 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Lithium

		   T+ 12:00
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Lamotrigine

		   T+ 24:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 99:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

I take 600mg of lithium two times a day, 100mg Lamictal two times a day.  At the time that I ingested 2 hits of LSD (the first and only time I have taken it), I had taken lithium about 24 hours prior, and Lamictal 12 hours prior.  I also smoked a large amount of marijuana about 45 minutes after ingesting the acid (mistake).  I could not remember most of the trip, except for part where I was still coming on.  I recall urinating and violently shaking uncontrollably, and having extreme difficulty speaking, thinking, and performing simple tasks.  I began to remember things again 3 or 4 hours into the experience, when I became one with everything and my awareness of my self became radically altered.  Around this time I began to come down, and was able to call a friend, who comforted me.  After this, I began to experience visuals, and was able to speak, think, and perform complex tasks properly.

I suspect that this was the result of an interaction with lithium, as it is consistent with some reports of the interaction that I have read.  However, it may have been an interaction with lamictal, or something else altogether.  A friend of mine took two or more hits of the same acid and had a nice trip.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 69772

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 16, 2020	Views: 1,347

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Medical Use (47), Health Problems (27), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 5:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

It all started around 4:30 in the afternoon. After a day of walking all around my small hometown (which is about 3 miles), I was pretty tired. But, I made the trek to my best friend's house on the other side of [town] with two of my other friends. The night before, two out of the four friends had taken one hit of acid and had amazing experiences. I decided that I would try acid for the first time, ever.

So, I took one hit around 5 and we decided to walk through the forest on the other side of town. The effects of the acid had already started to kick in a little bit, seeing as how I was becoming slightly giggly and things seemed to be bouncy and floaty like a cloud. We sat in the middle of the path in the forest and everything seemed so surreal. The world seemed to be moving slowly up and down like we were floating on a cloud. I was laughing, almost hysterically at this point and I'm not even sure why. No one really said anything funny, everything just seemed hilarious.

Then we started walking down the path some more. And then down a huge hill. This is when the acid started taking effect almost completely. As soon as we got to the bottom of the hill, we were in a huge field with a giant old chimney in the middle (from a house that was there long ago, but isn't there anymore). I just dropped to my knees laughing hysterically and shaking everywhere. I was laughing so incredibly hard that tears were flowing from my eyes. My friends just kept laughing and saying, 'Ohh, she's tripping balls!' And I thought that it was the most hilarious thing on the planet.

The next hour we sat in this field, listening to Kings of Leon and Neutral Milk Hotel while staring at the sky and being almost completely confused. I kept trying to stand, but it felt like I didn’t have any legs. I was still laughing and smiling nonstop. It was honestly the most fun I and joy I have felt in quite a long time. It brought me back to when I was younger with my friends, laughing all of the time in junior high and just being obnoxious adolescents.

We decided then to walk up to a giant monument about a mile away that overlooks most of our city. The walk seemed to take forever and it was tiring. Mostly because I was still laughing and crying all at the same time, which was taking the breath right out of me. As soon as we reached the monument and sat down on it, I started tripping really, really hard. All of the trees looked as though they were either breathing or nodding their heads and it was insane. The whole monument, which is made out of granite, honestly looked like cookies and cream ice cream and it was tripping me out, really, really bad. We were all sitting there, me and only one of my other friends tripping and just laughing. My other friend that was tripping with me looked as though he was part of the statue. I called my friend on the phone, who had already left for college and made barely any sense while trying to talk to her. Everything was just amazing and I felt so incredibly happy, it was insane. I drew a little in my friend’s notebook and it ended up being pretty hilarious. At one point, people showed up at the monument- an older couple. I just remember that they were sitting about ten feet from us and everything they said sounded like gibberish. It sounded as if I were a baby and I couldn’t make out words yet.

The only bad part about sitting up on the monument was when my mom and one of my good friends texted me. It was almost impossible for me to send a text message back. I was seeing trails in almost everything by this point and every time I tried to move my thumbs to type the message, I would just start laughing when I saw how intense the colors and phone screen looked. Everything was so bright in the sky too, it was lovely.

After all of that, we walked back. By this time it was getting dark and we were walking down a heavily forested path. I started getting really, really scared and I felt like I was about to have a bad trip. Since it was almost pitch black, I could barely see anything behind or in front of me and I kept seeing people that weren’t really there. I clung to one of my sober friends and starting crying a little. It seemed when we were on the monument and the sun was out that everything was good and happy, but as soon as we walked further down the path, everything started getting bad and uncomfortable. I just remember that I kept looking back up the hill from where we came– from where the monument was and I started feeling as though I was slipping further and further into darkness. I started crying a little harder and my friend just kept telling me that it was ok and that he was there and that nothing bad was going to happen. So, we kept walking. Finally when we made it back into the city, we became a little more quiet and calm.

We walked back to my friend’s house and chilled out in his basement. We were all laughing hysterically and tripping out again pretty hard. Everything seemed so flashy and bright and wonderful.  We went out into the backyard and smoked a bowl. This intensified everything even more. By this point, it was almost 10, so we had been tripping for about five hours.

At some point, I went to the bathroom in his house. I know that they tell you never to look in a mirror when you’re on acid because you can become lost in it. And of course, I looked. Everything in the mirror was twisty and strange and it looked as though the lights on the top of the mirror were bending and twisting. It was so surreal. Before I got too scared, I forced myself to look away and walked out of the bathroom.

We went into the basement and turned off all of the lights and listened to some music. The music was amazing and at some points, I kept thinking that we weren’t really in the basement listening to music, but outside. It was so surreal.

After that, I went home and tried to chill out by myself before I fell asleep. I noticed some movement in some objects in my room (Like my bed looked like it was breathing). I fell asleep fairly quickly, though.

The next morning I was pretty exhausted and my legs were killing me. But in the end, it was well worth it.

It was probably one of the best experiences with a drug that I have ever had in my life. But, I would always make sure that there is a trip-sitter there, AKA someone who will watch you or stay with you who is sober while you trip. Mainly because if you start having a bad trip or you get scared, they’re there to calm you down and let you know that everything is going to be ok.

All in all, my experience was amazing.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 65510

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Nov 19, 2020	Views: 692

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:

		 30 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I have taken many mind trips in my days, but this time I decided to push my mind further. I purchased 50 hits and gave 20 to my girlfriend (who had only tripped only 4 times before). Anyhoo, about 5 minutes after taking it the room started getting bigger and smaller and knew I was about to start my journey into the depths of my mind.

Most trips that I have had I still would have a thread of reality to hold on to, this was not the case here as I saw reality go bye bye after about 30 minutes. I did not even know that I had even taken acid. A good way to describe it would be temporary insanity. But don't get me wrong, this was the greatest day in my life.

I can't really say what happened at what time cause I had no grasp on what time was. Other people who weren't tripping could not understand what we were trying to tell them, but the funny thing is that somehow me and my g/f understood exactly what we were trying to communicate to each other thru one or two words. My friend who was overseeing us was astonished.

I had never hallucinated to this extent before. I saw goblins running around all over the shelves and hands crawling out from under the clothes on the floor.I closed my eyes and was on an intense roller coaster of colors. My g/f was playing with my stomach, I thought she had crawled inside me and was walking around, which freaked me out.

My g/f was playing with my stomach, I thought she had crawled inside me and was walking around, which freaked me out.

I could see in front of my eyes things that had happened 10 minutes ago, like everything was delayed 10 minutes. When I walked from the bedroom to the bathroom and back to the bedroom I could see that whole trip still in my vision, and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder 10 minutes after they tapped me.

This time tripping though it wasn't quite the same about flipping out. Even though I still had to have a positive mind setting it was harder to keep from flipping out because I had less of a grasp on things. Like just the wrong color could start to make me flip and just created a whole negative feeling that started small but intensified the more I dwelt on it.

The trip was like a mini-series on TV. The whole thing was one journey, but there were a bunch of different episodes. Like when I had a conversation with some dishes on the sofa, the dishes and I were doing skits together and having a bunch of fun.

My g/f had left the room to go to the bathroom and was there for what seemed forever while I was being entertained by the blanket hanging on the door making faces at me, until someone came into my room saying that my g/f really needed me cause she was freaking out. I went in the bathroom and she had no pants on crying in the bathtub with everything that was in the bathroom on the floor. Once I got there she was alright.

After the 1st day of tripping we were so worn out we slept for the next 24 hours. When we woke up we were still tripping nuts. There is just no way to much to describe everything that happened that night but it was definitely an experience, a good one. I definitely learned a lot though about myself and gained a wonderful life experience. Well I'm out though, peace and be safe.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 12140

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2021	Views: 634

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Guides / Sitters (39), Glowing Experiences (4), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   9 st

Acid was just a fun time drug for me really, I first tried it in around 1999 when I was 17 and only ever used to have 1/2 a tab. The whole experience and state of mind whilst high on acid was amazing, luckily I have never had a really bad trip!! everything was so pretty and sparkly, things that I would usually find normal...were amazing!! My friend flicked the ash off his cigarette and all the ash looked like glittery stuff...EVERYTHING was interesting, hard to understand but never the less interesting! I had no idea of what to expect on my first time....I just though I'd 'give it a go'. Through out the whole evening, all my trips were happy trip and I was in a great mood!! nothing bothered me and I just laughed uncontrollably at everything!!

I didn't have it again for about a year and  half but one weekend I had a tab and from then on I was having acid nearly every weekend, my mates used to call me the acid queen because if i was out, I was trippin'. I found after about 6 months that my whole perspective on everything had changed (even my home life) I just adopted the attitude that what ever happens, it doesn't matter coz I'll go and get hammered at the weekend and forget all about it!! nothing bothered me anymore but I was getting bitter with it, the people who I usually went out with I was assessing and judjing!!

When I got with my boyfried, I went out one day and had about 5 tabs and sat in the corner of a club with a right attitude and watched all my friends for the whole night!! I was literally sitting there telling my fella what I though people were doing and what I thought their reasons were, some of which I was actually right about!! when I walked out of the club I convinced my self that all of my friends were materialistic and only out for themselves!!

I didn't do anymore acid and all my emotions that I had bocked out all came to a head and I nearly had a nervous breakdown in 2002!! there was so much stuff that I had just ingnored and it all came out at once...It made me and angry twisted person! I was vicious and hard to understand, everything came out as a muddle and it was stuff that I wouldn't have usually cried over!

It was like I was living with a split personality, when I got back to normal in my non-drug enhanced world, it was scary....I had drawn a blind eye to everything...I have not had it for nearly 3 years now and I don't think I ever will again! It was so fun to begin with but when the novely wears off then it's not nice!

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 43210

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 14, 2021	Views: 735

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Post Trip Problems (8), Relationships (44), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 MDMA

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

I've been thinking lately about an experience I had almost a decade ago when I took 5 hits of acid and 5 of X together (all at once) and experienced something so strange and so different from all my previous psychedelic experiences, of which there have been many, that I have always wondered if it was a unique experience or if others have had the same experience. I've been searching the internet the last few days in hopes of finding someone who went through the same thing that I did, but so far all the accounts I have read were very different from what I went through that night.

First of all, both the acid and the X were very pure and very strong. The night started out very normally; myself and 3 friends were driving to a big commercial rave in san bernardino. It was not a usual destination for us as we were typically underground desert party goers. Small parties, like Integral were our usual haunt. Seriously, this rave was more like a carnival, on a huge fenced in lot with cops and waterslides and at least a dozen DJ's all playing at once. There were thousands of people there. The parking lot looked like disneyland's.

I first started feeling the effects of the candyflip in the car. We decided to pull over at a circle k to get some drinks and smokes. I was feeling very giddy and a bit mischievous. Basically I was feeling good and optimistic about the adventure ahead. When we got to the rave we parked very far away from the entrance and started walking what seemed like about a mile. As we were walking I felt the drugs surging stronger within myself, but nothing I couldn't handle. I definitely started to feel reality slipping a bit, however, but I was still coherent and aware of my surroundings. We got close and my friend B. decided to jump the fence and try to get in without a ticket. This was crazy because she got caught and was being taken away by security (or cops, I can't remember which). The rest of us went after her because we didn't want to be separated. The officials told us all to leave and not try to enter the festival, but we tried to get in a little while later and were caught. The next thing I remember is being in some holding area with what I think were cops.

At this point things were really glowing visually -- way beyond any acid trip I have ever had. I don't want to say 'cartoons' because that is such a cliche, and it was more than that, but there really is no way to describe verbally the difference between a normal acid trip visuals and the candyflip visuals I was experiencing. I remember seeing this tree that was lit up by lights and blowing in the wind and being mesmerized by it. Then we were put in a white van and driven to the parking lot and threatened with jail if we tried to get in again. At this point I was tripping very hard. I was starting to lose my grip on reality for sure. After this things become disjointed in my memory. I know at some point I lost my friends (who had not taken as much substance as I had). They say I rushed off by myself and lost them in the labyrinth of the parking lot (the lot was filled with people hanging out and doing things.  It was like its own little rave unto itself). The last interaction with others I remember from that night was playing drums with some people in a jam and really playing on a level that I had never done before. I am not a drummer, but I do play guitar and drum along to trance music when I take X. But this time was crazy, it was like I was in my body and someone else was moving my arms. It felt like I was possessed or something (in the morning my hands hurt and were swollen).

The last memory of my state of mind cannot be described, I can only impart a simile of impression: I'll use the sense of sound as the simile. It was like my sense of the universe/reality/whatever was a very good stereo and the intensity was slowly being turned up and up and up throughout the night, until some critical mass/singularity was reached and then the sound was turned up very quickly and the speakers turned into a hundred speakers all around me all pounding into my brain. I just felt this incredible intensity about everything that came on very quickly, along with all the visual and other sensory input that was going on as well. Another way to say it is that it was like a flood of energy was pouring into me while simultaneously I was shooting out energy and both energy streams were surging through my consciousness. (this is a very weak way of imparting what I was experiencing, but it will have to do). The effect was completely overwhelming. It is at this point that I have no further memory of the night.

The next thing I remember is it being daytime (at least 6 hours later) and I am still in the parking lot. I am conscious and talking to someone I don't know. The weird thing is that even though I blacked out totally I believe that I was never unconscious (the ground was dirt and if I had fallen on it I would have been covered in dirt, and I was very clean). I have the feeling that I was interacting with others, going from place to place, but in my mind it was as if I had been in suspended animation for those hours and my brain didn't process any of it, as if what had happened to my way of perceiving was so foreign to my brain that it had no way of storing the information. In any case, my first memory upon my return to 'the world' was this guy giving me watermelon pop rocks. I put them in my mouth and said out loud, 'where's B.?'  then I turned my head and saw her walking towards me. She then saw me about a half second after I saw her. Very weird coincidence. She told me that she had no idea what happened to me and hadn't seen me all night and had been looking for me. What was also weird to me is that there was no transition period from out of my blackout period to my return to reality. No hazy confusion. Just one second my brain is not registering anything and then suddenly, instantly I am talking to this guy and totally aware and functional. One would expect to be a little out of it mentally for at least a few seconds or minutes. But for me the 'return' was instantaneous. That is the most confounding part of my candyflip experience. What a mystery!! I wish I had an answer to what went on during those lost hours! Alas, I will never know. I wonder if anyone out there has had the same thing happen to them...?

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 84938

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 29

Published: Jan 20, 2021	Views: 2,027

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MDMA (3), LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Combinations (3)


           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

My partner, myself, and a friend decided that we would take two tabs of acid each at 240ug, on Thursday afternoon at 17.00, of January 1st 2020 – rather impromptu in our home at the time. I believe that so far in my psychedelic experiences I have taken LSD of lesser-purity as this trip began by-way of myself being unable to fathom any form of communication and my surroundings for lack of a better word, discombobulating. The walls of the room split/ tore from themselves and through the cracks I could see the cosmos. Upon looking through my book ‘Dinotopia: The World Beneath’, the beauty of the illustrations made me cry in awe and disbelief as the colours ran like water from the page. Shortly after this a friend of mine who had also taken some LSD became nervous and we decided that we would go for a walk. This was a mistake, as it was still early in the day and the streets very much populated, the experience only served to exacerbate the unease we were now all feeling.

It wasn’t until we had returned home that I semi-realised my trip had only just begun. My partner got up and left the house with no shoes on and I quickly followed, calling after him, also in just my socks. In my delirious state I saw only the whites of his eyes, to me he seemed like a man possessed, as I tried my hardest to steer him back home I had to even pull him from the road in order to prevent his suicide. These events, combined with my own reality-bending perception led me down a fragmented, psychotic, and hallucinatory path. I remember having to chase after my partner as he sprinted away from me, attempting to evade me, climb walls, and entering into homes. In order to try and stop him, on multiple occasions I grabbed ahold and held on to him for dear life, falling to the concrete-floor in doing so. In response, he bit me and frantically tried to free himself from my grasp.

When first I recall falling to the floor, I looked up to a person's window and saw what seemed to me as the grudge within its frame, she screamed at me as her body contorted unnaturally. I was not in control of my own body at this time and felt unable to prevent my body from mirroring her own. I fell to the floor as I felt my limbs crack and my body curl up into a square, progressively folding into myself till I was nothing, but everything simultaneously. Through the breaking down of my physical body, I had become one with the universe, I saw only yellow light and felt everything from the most unbearable pain to the most orgasmic of pleasures. Then my conscious being had split from my body and I was spoken to by a disembodied entity. It explained to me that I have entered into its realm prematurely and by being there I had left what I know to be reality and now experienced a new reality. Instead of simply being present in space-time the uncountable dimensions, fields, and states of reality had opened to me and I could experience them all. Apart from what we know, gravity, confusion, other states of emotion, and even LSD itself were dimensions that while we could not experience in our day-to-day perceptions existed as the foundations of a wider reality. I had ceased to be myself and was reborn as an inter-dimensional cosmic entity. But this was a reality that I could not accept as it came at the cost of everything and everyone I knew, and so I resisted.

The next thing I remember was looking at my body and falsely perceiving it to be battered, cut to pieces, and bleeding profusely (in reality I had only experienced slight injuries). I thought that I was dead, and not as a form of expression. As I looked down at my damaged self, I thought I had deceased and what I experienced was my own death, over and over again. I got up and ran after my partner who was sprinting down the alley we now found ourselves in, and in doing so I ran so fast that I thought I had become a beam of light and was looking at my partner enter into a luminous allegorical ocean of light ahead of me. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, louder than I had ever screamed before (for a couple of days afterwards my vocal cords ached, as though I had been strangled). Upon the climax of my screams, once again I fell out of my body and into “everything”, the yellow light blanketing my vision. This happened on multiple occasions throughout the night, which led to myself being cut and bruised by the end of it. Being in only socks and passing through as well as falling into puddles of mud accumulated at the side of the road and alleys, my feet burned but in for as best as I can describe, a biblical sense. In-between deaths I experienced innumerable realities and felt I had lived a lifetime in this dimensional kaleidoscope of hellscapes.

Time was the thing that stood out for me most. I felt tethered to experience unending death-loops as I was unable or unwilling to disconnect my perception from the constraints of time. The disembodied voice told me that once I understood time then I would be free, but perhaps due to my resistance in losing everything I knew, I could not understand. After each death, the next one would be slower, as my body first folded into itself once more, and by the third time, it happened what seemed to be three times slower. After each time I questioned how long I could endure in order to keep a hold of the things I loved and knew - that being my partner in particular. I felt by letting go that I would lose it all but also saw no reason in enduring further to preserve it. Oddly enough, I recall scenes of Morgan Freeman watching me, being sat amidst rows of deep red, opulent cinema seats seemingly evaluating my reactions and thoughts, but the voice I heard was not his.

Once I had decided that I would let go I found myself being placed into the back of a police car. The policeman probably said something reassuring but yet I still could not completely let go and experienced another death. After which, I let go. It was as if I had been blessed, time moved so very slowly and the voice told me that I had experienced death before my time. It was as though upon experiencing death, life had ballooned into a cardioid. I knew my fated day awaited me but I was now gifted with insight, as if one day I would return to the doors of death be familiar, know what to do, and where to go.

First, I was taken to hospital in handcuffs, two policemen sat with me while my heart-rate returned to normal and an ECG performed on my person. Next, I was taken to spend 24 hours in a prison cell as the LSD wore off and I was able to give an interview of what had happened. This was truly the worst and most enlightening night of my life. While I do not regret experiencing it, I do not wish to do so under these circumstances ever again. I sat in that cell petrified, tripping, and unable to sleep with worry. I did not want either of us to go to prison.

Now, I feel as though I have gained a life-perk in ‘time-perception’. Time is slow, and never think of it as anything but, as otherwise, it will be fast.

Lesson learnt: When trying newly bought acid for the first time, always only take the one tab.

UPDATE: 12/1/20

It was not till that Sunday that I dreamt once again, but I felt it to be mythopoeic in nature and a reflection of my recent experiences. The setting was that of the mythic bronze age, which is very unusual for my otherwise mundane regular dream history. The dream was long and I am still not quite so good at remembering, even straight after waking up. For reason/s that now escape me, I recall having to enter an exotic farm filled with zebras, oxen, and lions. It made me feel as though I were a cat in headlights and immediately thought ‘I ought to leave this place’. The lions seemed skittish but curious and as one approached me, it allowed me to stroke it but I promptly left before any grew confident enough to attack.

The next thing I remember is going on a fishing trip with a large, and capable man, a teenage boy, and an Indian girl, no older than five that I had apparently adopted. There was also a fourth member of our party that required me to return to shore in order to allow entry onto our vessel. As I was helping him onto the deck, I spotted an extravagant ancient Greek-like brick building, with vines climbing about its exterior. It was situated against the cliff of a tall plateau and tentatively I decided that I would investigate with my adopted daughter as the others continued fishing.

As I entered, I was greeted by a wide variety of residents, mostly women, all finely dressed, and I was taken aback by the luxuriousness of its decor, but I’ll spare you the details. It was so encapsulating that I thought I ought to offer the residents, my daughter, in a confounded belief that this would be a better life for her. Quickly, I decided that was a stupid thought and demanded her back but instead I was brought, other children. I snatched a sword from one of the residents and hastily began to fight my way through the house looking for her, slashing down anyone who stood in my way, man or woman.

Upon reaching the upstairs, I entered into an office, and low-and-behold Julius Caesar stood behind a long desk holding my child in his arm while strategizing over a map. He was accompanied by an entourage of beings that seemed to me like the heroes of Greek myth, positively gleaming with excellence. I flipped the table in rage and consequently began fighting who I thought to be Heracles as the others stood back and watched. Unsurprisingly, I was no match for the demi-god, but he allowed me to put up a sporting fight nonetheless. With almost certain excruciating death moments away, Caesar commanded Heracles to halt. Still in a state of adrenaline, I thrust my sword at the now motionless Heracles’ eye and drew blood. The look he gave me was that of inevitable vengeance. I think Caesar was about to add me to his personnel, but then regrettably, I awoke.

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 115089

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Jan 22, 2021	Views: 774

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LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : Entities / Beings (37), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Various (28)


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

		   T+ 0:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 1B-LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:00
		 Repeated hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

It was Friday about 7:00 p.m., my plans for the night were to meet a friend in about an hour and catch a movie out of town. Little did he know I had plans of my own. I was hanging out at my work, no I wasn't working nor had I just gotten off. It's pretty common there to just hang out, people are always there and a co-worker will usually smoke you up if you're just around, you could say it's a pretty relaxed atmosphere.

I had acquired two tabs of what I had been told was pretty strong acid. I had just taken one, and about half an hour later I’d had felt no effects. Instead of cursing the bastard who I had believed burned me I popped the second tab and made my way upstairs so I could meet my buddy outside the store. He picked me up around 7:45. I didn't bother to inform him about the acid I had taken, if I had been burned I didn't fell like hearing any shit from him.

It was pretty rainy, an ideal night to see a movie. It was about 8:15 when the acid began to take hold.  We arrived at the theater around 8:45 by now I could fully feel the acid on me. Just our luck we missed the 8:30 show and decided we'll try back at 10:30 and catch the later showing. To waste time we thought we could hit the mall across the street. It was time to let my friend in on my earlier doings; he was probably going to figure it out for himself anyway, as I had began to act pretty strange rambling on incoherently.

We pulled into the parking lot and when we got out it felt like all the weight in my body had shifted to my legs. We made our way into the mall, now I don't know the last time you've been to the mall on a Friday night, but it must have hosted every 14-16 year old punk around. This is when the acid began to wash over me much stronger. I've tripped before but never this hard. I was much more used to just visuals, and not so much crazy hallucinations. We made our way into a bookstore and I stared at a bookcase for what must have felt like an hour. All the colors washing together and shinning so bright it looked like they could have been glowing.

My friend grabbed my arm, informing me I was scaring the children. We walked farther down the hallway and I began to notice the crazed people that shop here. The acid was really making me crazy, as I couldn't distinguish between real and just hallucinations. A group of kids passed by, their legs looked like 12 ft long, and some guys wearing collared shirts looked as if the cuffs on their sleeves were exaggerated and huge. My god what the hell was going on? We passed an empty store and since it being April they had painted huge flowers on the empty windows, they looked crazy like they were actually there, was I seeing this for real. No, it's just the acid I assured myself.

Millions of crazy thoughts ran through my head, oh man how long had I been on this drug? I thought quickly to earlier that afternoon when I was sleeping in study hall and I woken up after a crazy daydream. That’s when I took it! I've been tripping since study hall! This whole day has been a hallucination. Just then my friend stopped me 'Dude, you okay? You're looking pretty fucked up'. Boy was he right, fucking acid. I was okay now though, those crazy thoughts were gone.

We walked by one of those gag shops and my friend wanted to go in. I didn't know if I could handle something like that right after that last episode. He stood in front and motioned me in. I stared at him for a minute he looked like a wind was blowing on him and his shirt had been caught in the breeze. Yeah I suppose I could handle it, and we walked in. I made my way around the store I was pretty calm and composed right now, and I started staring at all the trippy posters they had in the back. The black light poster looked practically 3-D like they were reaching out to me. We checked out the other expensive useless crap and left.

'Lets get the hell out of here man, this place is for little kids' I said to my friend and we made our way to the car. We were hungry and seeing we had about another hour until the movie started we thought we’d hit up the local fastfood and get some 99-cent double cheeseburgers. It was while I ate my burgers that the acid started to wash over me again. My burger it was moving right in my hands. The cheese and the meat looked like it was oozing up and down.

I turned my direction to a tree we were parked next to, the moss and the bark began to mix together and swirl around the tree. I looked in the vanity mirror, the pupils in my eyes looked like they were growing and shrinking. Oh man what a night. We still had time to pass so we rolled up a few joints and cruised the town, getting nice and baked before the movie. Finally we made our way back to the theater, which by now was looking much crazier, the marquee was huge and I couldn't make out the titles. We entered the theater and bought our tickets. While I was standing in line for some popcorn the rug which was red and had a star print on it began to look like a fog engulfing my legs.

We got to our seats just in time. The acid wasn't hitting me as hard now but as I brought a kernel up to my mouth it would look huge like the size of my fist. I can't really say I remember much of the movie (I'll have to catch it on DVD), or the rest of the night. I know I got home round 12:30 still feeling the acid. I watched T.V. until about 2 a.m. It’s definitely gone down as one of my craziest trips. I've taken some time off of acid now, I'll give it about 6-9 months before I do it again, maybe next time I'll be a little bit more prepared.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 12203

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 26, 2021	Views: 717

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LSD (2) : Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53), Glowing Experiences (4), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   80 kg

I have tried candyflippin before and had some very spiritual, enlightening experiences. I decided to report this experience, to example the self-exploring possibilities of this combination.

In the last few years I tried to take psychedelics in very ritualistic, natural environment. I'm an active Zen Buddhist as well and meditating for the last 6 years.

I'm really interested into experimental,dark,industrial,psy-trance music and my friend drew my attention to an upcoming bushparty.

We hit the road on Friday evening and since living in the West Coast,very soon, started to rain. By the time we got close the spot where the party was going on, the rain was pouring and we got lost on some forgotten logging road.

The Courage was with me and after driving in the dark and heavy rain for 2 hours, we found the campsite, where the party was. In the very first 5 minutes, we found 5 hits of acid and 3 tabs of MDMA (E).For the first 3 hours we tried to orientate ourselves to the place and meet some of the psychonauts.

The music sucked, it wasn't really dark/industrial/psy, but more like drum'n'base/dance.

Around midnight we decided to drop the acid, my wife unexperienced with LSD, took the MDMA only.

The coming on was clean and smooth. We sat around a fire in drizzle and tried to stay away from the music. Two guys showed up and begun to play on didgeridoo and some handdrums.I was pretty restless and kept walking between the fire and my car:the result was to completely get lost in the surronding forest, in the dark, in the rain, peaking on acid.

The most surpising feeling was, that I didn't freaked out- I actually felt like being in my REAL HOME. I hugged a tree (this is the way treehuggers born,lol) and tried to stay, where I'am.

I was crystal clear, free from my EGO, breathing the humid air, holding on the tree. A gal with flashlight came by, asking if everything is OK.I was glad to see her and she helped me get back to the camp. My friends were still sitting around the fire, my wife had a regressive trip (going back into former lifes).

The big surprise happened in the morning. We realized, that we are next to the river in a flood area in a huge valley.

Small group of people were sitting around the fire, having tea and coffee and lighting up the early morning joints.I decided to drop a pill of MDMA, took my wife and went for a hike.

We had the deepest conversation and comprehended some of the finest details of our relationship (now ongoing for 13 years).

We bumped into our friend walking in the forest. We all sat on the moss carpet and had a short meditation-contemplation session.

The MDMA was starting to peak, my EGO dissapeared again. There was something very ancient,powerful sensation took over me.I was transformed into a Native American-Indian, a Pathfinder.

We hiked the surrounding area and  5 hours later decided to go home. The rain was downpouring all the way home.I had no hangover or anything. Had a normal, good sleep. The spiritual experience is alive up to date ( 6 months later).

The interesting thing was, that I couldn't participate in the party at all: I was lost in the forest or hiked the area, but this is turned out to be in the favour of The Most Enlightening Panteistic Experience of the last year.

'When The Spirit Of A Man Decays, The Fire Is Only A Cold Ocean Breeze.'

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 49683

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 30, 2021	Views: 649

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : General (1), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Nature / Outdoors (23), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

		   T+ 0:15
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:00
		 Repeated hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   80 kg

There was a rave organized over the hill from where we live in my city. We were waiting for somebody to finish work so we could leave. We got to the site about 12pm and decided to have a smoke (bud) and check out the site so we had some idea of where everything was and how to find the car etc.

After a quick stroll we went back to the car and me and my friend P dropped a trip eachand cruised to the site. It was my second time doing acid and I remember the excitement as the effects came back on and I was remembering what it was like to trip again. I couldn't feel the weed anymore I think the acid had just taken over by now so I was pretty much just tripping.

Probably about 2 hours later (I had no concept of time so I can't be sure) we cruised back to the car. 2 other guys with us were only smoking and taking like natural stuff so they were having another cone (of bud) to keep going. I was offered some but I didn't want any I thought I was right by myself. I (thought) I preferred acid alone. My other tripping friend told my that it was meant to be quite crazy. (He'd tripped about 5 times before but never smoked with it.) I thought, yeah why not let's do it.

So we had a smoke and left out of our car and while walking back to the site I was feeling heavier and more 'stoned' than I was before while only on Acid and was thinking, yeah this is what weed is like because it was so familiar at that time. The main site didn't seem to exciting so we went over to this little half-tent where it was like open turn-tables and anybody could play their vinyl, the best music was over here! Anyway I was dancing and was off it my little world of my own thinking to myself 'This is a very weird way to think' and was probably dancing all fluid like, I remember that because there was only about 5 people at this tent, and I had all the room to myself so my arms were quite possibly right out wide and I probably looked like a fool.

My friend suggested we go to the zone in the trees where they were playing kinda ambient music so we walked over there. I remember during the walk that I looked at the ground and the place that we were walking was grassy, and had patches of green and patches of yellow, I knew this because I was there earlier, it was by the chillout tent so it was all lit up. What was crazy was when I looked at the ground to see where I was walking, the green patches instead of looking all grassy just looked green, and the yellow grass just looked like one shade of yellow.

What was crazy was when I looked at the ground to see where I was walking, the green patches instead of looking all grassy just looked green, and the yellow grass just looked like one shade of yellow.

Its hard to describe what it was like, but I couldn't see any blades of grass, only patches of green and patches of yellow.

We got to the zone in the trees and I was chronically hallucinating, everything in my vision not just a few things were shimmering and the mirror ball looked like it was liquid and I was standing by a tree and the branch on the tree was coming out at about head height and it was moving on the tree, but the tree was stationary! This is when stuff went downhill fast. I was still thinking that this was a weird way to think. I can't really describe what that means but unlike weed or tripping alone, my brain was processing its thoughts in a very strange manner unlike anything I had ever experienced, I can only describe it with the word zooming. It seemed like my brain/thoughts zoomed into things and then came back out at some later stage that I couldn't control. Not unlike when I am stoned and my thoughts float off for a minute and then I come back to reality and realised that I wasn't concentrating on what I was doing, except for being intensified a thousand times and being more acid like.

All of a sudden I started to think that not only was this a weird way to think, but I didn't like the way that I was thinking. And I'd heard many stories about bad trips and I thought a bad trip was when one doesn't like what was going on, so I tried to think to myself, 'its not bad its not bad' that didn't help and then I started on the thought pattern of 'what if I stay like this forever and it never goes away?' I was stressing out and I'm quite glad I didn't feel comfortable saying that to my friend because if I had started to talk about it I would have lost it.

Eventually after many trips to and from the car and efforts of trying to listen to old tripper music that scared me, the effects of the weed started to wear off and I was starting to feel sane again considering I was still tripping hard. It was such a relief to realise that I would go back to being straight at some stage.

Afterwards me and my friend were walking along commenting about the cows in the neighbouring paddock thinking about how mental cows are (they don't do anything) and about how much they probably don't like trance.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 12464

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 16, 2021	Views: 685

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 40 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Fluoxetine
		 (daily)

		 15 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I have often heard that prozac and ssri's significantly reduce the effects of psychedelics and LSD. I don't find this to be true. Let me begin by saying I do not like acid. Anymore. I used to do it a lot and loved it, as well as other psychedelics and didnt have a problem. A while back I dosed under the wrong mindset and had a horrible, frightening trip. This was probably because I had a very bizarre scary experience with salvia and it kinda put me into a realization that I am not invincible to psychedelics. Since then I have been very cautious of psychedelics. I have used mushrooms countless times since, but I have been reluctant to use LSD since out of fear of having the same bad trip. I have heard that if you have a massively bad trip once, it is impossible to have a good trip as you cannot trick your brain into ignoring the feeling you had during that trip. Before that I had taken large amounts and been fine, better than fine is more like it, as some of the best times (with psychedelics) I've had were on acid. I'm not going to get into the bad trip. I dont even like to remember that day as it makes me uneasy.

But anyway, a few years later, I began selling acid to make a few bucks as it isn't easy to find where I live, and I had a connection, so you know, why not. I wasn't using it myself. I have heard that taking antidepressants, specifically ssri's reduce the effects of psychedelics.  Well nowdays I take prozac for depression, though I don't think I really need it anymore. But always having LSD around can get tempting and one day I was drinking with some friends and they were all tripping.  Well needless to say I couldnt resist and took a few hits, and then I said screw it and ate a few more, 15 total.

Within 10 or 15 minutes it was comin on pretty strong, alot faster than it had ever kicked in before. Within an hour I was tripping extremely hard and started to get ansty and began to have doubts about it and started thinking maybe I had made a big mistake. I decided to go for a walk to try and relax. Thank god I wasn't having the same feeling from my 'bad' trip but I was extremely uneasy and kinda nervous as to where this trip was going cuz I was really tripping balls and still nowhere near the peak. But the more I walked the more everything seemed not real and messed up. I wasn't sure I could handle the peak cuz after about 2 hours I was already tripping harder than I ever remember tripping before, and had turned inward and began analyzing my life and looking at all the thoughts I have that always go through my head but I dont really notice. I eventually found a little corner by a fence in my neighborhood and just huddled in the snow and went along for the ride, contemplating everything about the futility of everything of my life, wondering what the purpose was, with my thoughts going in repeating loops of such. Also I'd find myself scared about falling into the same bad trip I previously had, but then reassuring myself that even if I did, I had survived it last time, and I never actually did come to the same level of paranoia.

I'd find myself scared about falling into the same bad trip I previously had, but then reassuring myself that even if I did, I had survived it last time, and I never actually did come to the same level of paranoia.

It wasn't really a bad trip, just a sort of uncomfortable one, until I passed my peak and calmed down a bit and went back home.  The last 6 or so hours while I was coming down were actually quite enjoyable. On previous occasions, I have taken at least 25 hits of acid. But this was definitely the most intense acid trip I ever experienced, off of 15. Some people say that prozac reduces the effects of LSD and other psychedelics. This was definitely not true for me. If anything it enhanced the effects significantly. There's always the possibility that it was much better acid than I had ever had before, but the feedback from most of my friends who I had been selling it to before that was that it was maybe a little better than average, but nothing significant. But either way the prozac I was on did not reduce the effects of it, as far as I could tell at least. I hadn't taken acid from that batch not on it to compare, but it definitely seemed to enhance the acid for me.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 69000

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 2, 2021	Views: 775

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


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

		   T+ 14:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

When I was in 8th grade, our class field trip was to Washington DC.  I smoked pot regularly.  We wanted to get high in DC but were worried about not getting a chance to smoke there. I wanted to try lsd.

We met up at the school at about 4:30 AM.  My friend, N, had gotten us (4 people) around 15 hits of acid. It had some kind of jungle scene on the back of it. I’m not sure what kind it was. We took the acid as soon as we got on the bus (around 5 AM). I was on the bus with N, and T and J were on another bus together. N dropped 4 and J dropped 5. T only dropped 1 and I dropped 2. N and J had tripped before and T and myself had not.

I tried to get some sleep but I was too excited.  The first thing I noticed was the sky. The sky was orange. There were some black clouds and pink clouds. There was one black cloud in the middle of the pink ones. N and I had this mindless conversation about how the black clouds were forming a chain to rescue the stranded one.

I had this mindless conversation about how the black clouds were forming a chain to rescue the stranded one.

The next major thing was the song running through my head. I swore it was a real song, the lyrics were “Get your poop out of my life, get your poop out of my life…” it ended with “doo doo dot deedle dot drop!”. I wrote it down so I could remember it later.

While talking to N (I was tripping pretty good by now), the seat pattern made it look like a whole was burning through the seat.

We stopped at a rest area for a mid morning break and a snack.  All 4 of us trippers met up to talk about what we were feeling. For some reason there was this circular cement platform. We stood there pondering the meaning of it. I felt like I could stay there my whole life and love every minute of it.

The rest of the first trip was uneventful.

The second trip was the interesting one. We were on the ride home and I didn’t want to sit there bored for 6 hours. I decided to drop the other 2 hits I bought around 6pm. About 30 mins later I started feeling it. I was listening to Santeria by Sublime (a great chill song). I had one headphone on my head because I thought if I put the other one on I would chill so much I would melt into the seat. It was great.

We stopped for dinner at McDonalds around 7:30pm. I was standing in a hallway waiting to order. I kept telling this kid (he was very level but wouldn’t rat me out) he went to a Def Leopard concert. I ordered food (don’t know why, I couldn’t eat it if I had to) and got back on the bus.

This is where I started tripping hard, much harder than I had earlier with the same dose of the same acid.  There was this girl (I think she was tripping too) I was talking to. She asked me if that was my jacket on the floor and I said “What’s a jacket?” She just laughed and I figured her name was “Mrs. Roundhead” for one reason I still don’t know.

There was this girl who kept puking sitting behind N and I. I called her “Pukey McPukePuke” (Something only a tripper could think of). I think this had something to do with the next events.

By now I was tripping my eyeballs out. Everything would break up into little circles and rearrange themselves. I thought I would be insane forever. I checked my watch every 5 seconds. They were showing a movie I had already seen. I tried watching it, but I was really seeing the reflection in the window.  This made everything backwards, and it really made me trip out. This went on for about an hour or so, when I think I fell asleep.

I woke up near home on a familiar bridge. I leaned over to N and said “This is where my gamma lives!” I meant to say grandma, and N thought I meant Gamma Ray (he was tripping again). It was funny.

We got to the school and my dad picked me up. We talked about stuff I saw (at museums, not on my trip ;). I went home and took a shower. It felt absolutely wonderful because I was sooo tired. I sat there watching orange and red hexagons zoom past my head.

I tried to go to bed but couldn’t. My wall flashed green one or twice. I laid in bed watching some late night show. David Duchovny was talking about making “ass paintings” with his wife. Very entertaining for a tripper.

I soon fell asleep and slept the next day away. I was tired mentally and physically. Overall, the experience was enjoyable and I would repeat it again if I could.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 12639

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 14

Published: Mar 2, 2021	Views: 627

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Glowing Experiences (4), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:

		 One hits
		 oral
		 1B-LSD

		 Repeated hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

So I took the acid last night at 7:03pm Friday night and then, I believe, my friends and I drove around to smoke pot.  After 20 minutes the LSD had kicked in like crazy.  The lights on the radio seemed all synchronized and other lights were going crazy.  After driving we came back to my dorm room where I felt completely out of it.  I was looking at this topographical map of the USA on my wall and the colours were cycling and fading into each other and just going crazy.  The room was way too white.

We then, I think either explored the basement or went to this party - not sure which came first.  But either way I am fairly sure that I missed a good amount of whatever we were doing because at that point I was in a state where to talk I had to remind myself of what words meant because I could feel a word or I could feel internally what people were saying but the words had different associations

I had to remind myself of what words meant because I could feel a word or I could feel internally what people were saying but the words had different associations

 than they usually did.  I sort of felt different sounds/feelings for the words.  Not sure how to explain.

At one point I was saying 'I have no idea what is going on.' and I think I meant it in the context of that I didn't have any idea what was going on in the car we were in, that I had no idea what was going on with the drugs, I had no idea what I usually did as a person.

And that last part is really something I am trying to explain to myself or at least one other person so I could think back decently to it.  I felt like I did not know the world I was living in and that the norms that related to normal human life were really fucked up for me.  I was not sure how people lived at one point.  Considering that at that point all I cared about was cigarette warmth and music and I remember thinking, 'How do people actually live when they need to focus on so many things?'

I felt at one point that I was in some sort of game that I knew would end and that it would all be fine when I got out of the game but at the moment I had to figure out how to operate in the game which was hard because I did not know how to behave within the rules.

At the party I recall talking to many people and being overly social but really having no fucking clue what was going on.

I lost my cellphone in my friend's car and felt really sad about it but when I found it was very happy.  Also when I found it I found a text message from my friend saying 'I think I love you' and another one saying 'LOL that was my girlfriend typing' so I called that friend (who really I had not spoken to for a while) and promptly informed him about the acid.  Which was funny.  Then I think I called him again and hung up on him sort of.  At that point I really wanted to talk to somebody who was not the people around me so I called a friend and he told me to look at the phone which, at the time, was sort of confusing.

We then got back to the party and I talked to more people.  Two highlights from that were:

1.  This girl I dislike - I was coming out of the bathroom - and she said 'Anastasia, did I say something to piss you off' and then this other guy was asking me some sort of questions and I just thought 'fuck it, I can't deal with this right now.' and just walked off and laughed for about five minutes.

2.  My friend and I were standing around and this French guy was asking me if I'd met him before and I had and told him and then he was saying something else and we had no fucking clue what he was saying so he, probably, thought that we were moronic Americans and started saying something about not speaking English trying to mock up and it was just the craziest fucking thing ever.

Later smoked more pot, smoked even more pot, smoked even more more pot.

Near the end of the party I was sitting on the couch and looking at purple squiggles and sort of collecting all of the colours in my head and then opening my eyes really wide and causing weird light patterns.  It was cool.

Then we piled into a car and got to the place we'd be sleeping and I lay on the couch with my eyes closed and watched weird things and thought weird things and tried to assure myself that I had teeth and that they were not fucked up in any way.

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

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 37139

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 2, 2021	Views: 631

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


		 DOSE:

		 6 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 50 g
		 oral
		 Banisteriopsis caapi
		 (tea)

		 45 mg
		 vaporized
		 DMT
		 (tea)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   239 lb

After I drank the water from the phial, and swallowed the tea from the most beautiful vines of which the natives brew, I vaporize the spice, and take it all in one sizeable inhalation.  I am aware of separation of body and spirit almost instantly. The music is no longer objective, it's become subjective and I am riding the sounds in my living room. As each note carries my body in complete blissful vibration, I realize each sounds is also birthing objects right before my eyes, and as the sound dies, the objects too, die. I observe ravishing geometric patterns reminescent of 'The Koch Snowflake' (or star) with an infinite amount of glowing traces reaching across the boundaries of these objects, intersecting each other an infinite amount of times forming smaller geometric arrangements within the object itself. These objects looked as if they were made of gold or jewels, and they vibrated heartedly with gold tints. It was as if preflight I could perceive the correlation between vibrations and existence's relationship with mathematics.

Not only do I feel myself leaving my body, but I am propelled into a familiar realm of keyed up and frenzied space excursion through a familiar method of travel. My 'soul' soars through this vortex full of geometric decorations along the surrounding walls and dome. I travel upward through this place, with a tremendous amount of force guiding me. I explode into empty space out of this vortex and feel as if I had expanded infinitely outward into every direction in space and time, as if my consciousness had seeped into every corner of the universe.  I journey more into empty space, and above me I observe a figure made up of geometric ornaments and markings which ultimately encompassed billions of links within their flawless boundaries, aiming toward the direction of where I just traveled from. I float up towards this figure and I get the impression that I am reaching the boundaries of whatever dimension we or our minds are confined to.

I am boundless now, existing in space and experiencing the familiar timelessness one could only describe as eternity.  I had the feeling I could go and journey more into eternity and space, but something anchored me . There was a hecatonicosachoron which rested perfectly on the being's forehead, and more links cascaded from it in every direction towards me, pulling me. The beauty of this object was astounding, exploding with blue, purple, green, and gold light. The pull becomes more intense, and any resistance I may have wielded quickly subsided, and it's energy and mine resonated together, and I perceived an extensive amount of information being instilled into me. As I make my way upwards to it I am immeditately pulled in and for a few seconds observe visions of hyperspace travels past, understanding that I had just been invited into this being's consciousness, it welcomed me humbly.

I am now It, and subsequently, I and It were synonymous to each other. It was I, and I was It.  Billions of energized links emit from my new self, all vibrating in perfect synchronism and stretching across empty space straight towards where I had traveled from, all converging on one center point, connecting to each living organism on Earth. Trying my hardest not to be confounded by it, I became aware of a familiar link, one which was illuminated by the most electric blue. Glowing, pulsating, and cascading from my mouth downwards into the boundaries I was removed from. With each beat of my heart, the link pulsated and sent a surge of absolute love and endless understanding and empathy to my newfound body. The feeling associated with the sharing of energy between the being, and my body is truly ineffable.  The vision lasted an eternity. I had become everything in this dimension. I became the entity of the totality of Earth and its living inhabitants and each one of those billions of organisms are traces, edges, patterns, planes, methods, and saturations of a consummate gem of which beauty knows no limit.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 91410

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Mar 19, 2021	Views: 761

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DMT (18), Pharmahuasca (822), LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 15 mg
		 rectal
		 2C-B
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   112 lb

Setting: Couple’s weekend in a peaceful hut at the middle of a forest, celebrating my spouse’s birthday. We have enjoyed 2C-B and LSD on occasions before but this time we decided to combine both, and take a different route of administration. First we took a blotter (around 100ug) each and after feeling the effect we added the 2C-B.

T+0:00 we took a blotter of LSD

T+1:00 we dissolved about 30mg of 2C-B (HCL) in roughly 2ml of water, divided between two syringes and I administered my partner first, and then he administered me both rectally. I immediately lost consciousness and for roughly 2.5 next hours was lying on the bed, unable to fully control my body or communicate. My partner reports that I had what might have been seizures. My limbs were banging at the bed uncontrollably. I wanted it to stop but otherwise felt OK.

T+3:30 (~12AM)  I was able to climb out of bed. We went outside to the hot tub and spent a few hours inside. Everything from that point on was marvelous. I had closed and open eye visuals. Light tracers. Flying objects that might have been real bugs but seemed taken out of a fairy tale. The water felt so nice to the touch. My partner was relieved to know I’m OK and very much enjoying the experience

T:7:00 The effects start to wear off and we headed to sleep.

Overall it is a very positive experience that I had to share and wanted to sit down and write for a long time. I recommend being careful when mixing strong psychedelics. The synergy was wonderful but the road there was rocky. Going by rectal administration requires one to be more careful with dosage.  I’d start with one third (~5mg) and not mix with LSD the first time one tries this.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 115387

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 43

Published: Apr 27, 2021	Views: 756

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2C-B (52), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 200 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Sertraline
		 (daily)

		 1 hit
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   78 kg

I was on 200mg of sertraline (for my pure O OCD) at the time of this trip, so I thought I would test if my ability to trip had been affected in any way. This was the first time I had taken LSD but had experience with other drugs. Lots of methylphenidate, weed since forever, cocaine (it replaced my methylphenidate habit, horrible drug in my eyes), alcohol, MDMA a few times and n-bome-25-I.

There were a couple of psychological and emotional issues I wanted to feel and reflect upon while tripping. I wrote a list of the various problems, as a guide. The list included: accepting my ego and potentiating the various abilities I enjoyed practicing and/or percieved as useful, my weed addiction which had gotten a bit out of hand, my tendency to avoid difficult circumstances instead of facing them to the best of my abilities and a couple of other things.

The tiny tab was in the freezer. I put it in my wallet and prepared some sandwiches since I had decided to go hiking in the beautiful mediteranian woods that surround my village. I strolled up to the beginning of the path that led into the rich vegetation and placed the hit of acid under my tongue. The walk was peaceful and relaxing.

A massive tree cast its shadow on the ground, I sat between its roots and meditated for a while. I continued my journey onwards, nowhere in particular. A clearing appeared in the woods that gave way to grassy fields. They were soft and inviting, so I lay down and ate half a sandwich.

The effects started to come on so subtly that I didn’t realise I was tripping until the trip was in full swing. I decided to walk to the “coffee shop” in the next village along and smoke a spliff, since I was hardly feeling the effects and an hour had gone past already, or so I thought. As I left the woods I was greeted by the sound of the cars and lorries driving down the motorway. It was really windy and I started to feel as if the wind was lifting me off the ground, as if gravity had been turned down. There was a tunnel that led you under the motorway. As I passed through it, I made noises and the echos seemed to take longer to come back. It was Tuesday so the industrial complex on the other side was busy. I saw all these people working and driving lorries, I realised that they were struggling to survive and that the fruit of their effort was being stolen by their bosses. At that moment, I wanted to live in a commune or something. But I knew that the rich didn’t give up their privileges easily. A feeling of acceptance flooded my soul and I realised I just had to get on with my life. I couldn’t wait to get back home and prepare the english lessons for my students. Then the sensory input overwhelmed my thought process and the immediate reality around me occupied all my mental space.

I sat on a bench in a shopping center that was nearly empty and drank some water. Looking in my rucksack I found a pair of sunglasses and was really excited to stumble across them. I put them on and went in a supermarket. I wanted to eat a mango but thought it would be a bit messy so I bought some strawberries instead. To my dismay they were not as nice as I had imagined, they were out of season so they were kind of watery.

Finally I reached the coffee shop, thinking it would be open because I had set off at 1 o’clock and felt as if I must have been wandering through the woods for a good 4 hours at least. But no, it was only 3:30. At this point I became a bit disorientated, so I just ambled round the village looking at people and things. The lazy afternoon sun poured slowly down the streets filling the atmosphere. I felt so lucky to be alive, and saw all the little tangible and intangible details that I had been ignoring recently. The sertraline had been leaving me kind of numb emotionally and the LSD reconnected with this plethora of feelings.

The sertraline had been leaving me kind of numb emotionally and the LSD reconnected with this plethora of feelings.

 I was getting goosebumps because of the wind, my whole being had become an extremely sensitive entity.

I sat down on a wall in a park. On the other side of the wall there was a 6 or 7 meter drop, I gazed down. After a while I got a bit scared because I thought I might fall or jump, so I decided to go to a museum but it was closed.

Everything seemed more alive than usual, I could feel the trees breathing. The bark made wonderful patterns, like celtic designs. I hugged it and wished it luck. Just beyond the tree there was a young lad playing with his dog, they were having so much fun and it was such a simple and fulfilling happiness.

I made it back to the coffee shop. At first I was a bit apprehensive to go in, because the people knew me and I didn’t want to tell them I was tripping balls. They must have seen there was something up with me, but I’m quite weird normally so maybe not. I bought some California orange and rolled up. God, the taste! It was like drinking freshly squeezed orange; The juices of mother nature’s pussy.

A mate asked me if I wanted to play table football. I doubted for a second but then thought fuck it! Let’s play. We won 3 times in a row (which was surprising), I was really agitated at times because it was overstimulating, and I couldn’t keep track of everything that was happening. But there were certain moments that played before me in slow motion, and I could control the ball with great precision. People’s expressions were also in slo mo.

At this point, I felt really high. I continued to smoke and got higher and higher and higher. This guy sitting next to me had a bit of snot coming out of his nose, but I wasn’t sure if it was part of his nose or not, so I didn’t say anything. But then someone pointed it out and I said “so it was a bit of snot”. Luckily they were stoners and didn’t mind too much, but I felt embarressed. The mate with whom I had played table football, asked if I wanted to go to the cinema. I was like “great, is it discount day today”. He said “I don’t know, but I was talking about the projector in the other room”. We chilled out on the sofas. His face started to desintegrate very slowly into fractals. His features created a symmetric pattern that made him look like an indian deity. I lost track of time and thought I might miss the bus, so I said goodbye and made my way to the bus stop. But as I was leaving I ran into a wall and got a bit lost. A women said “what are you laughing at?” I continued to laugh thinking of a response but nothing came to mind so I said “nothing”.

The bus trip induced a trance. I got off at my stop and contemplated the horizon as the sun was going down. The colours were mind-boggling. I saw a certain number of shades but the longer I looked the more I could zoom in and more nuances came to life.

I got back home and hugged my Grandma. She was pleased to see me, but saw something weird in my eyes. Possibly the massive black holes that engulfed my irises. I went upstairs and talked with my aunt about her problems with her mother and her ex-boyfriend. We really connected and she opened up more than usual. She smelt the pungent weed smoke on my clothes when we hugged and laughed. I made myself some dinner, just soup and the left over sandwich. I enjoyed this meal so much and have enjoyed food much more since this experience, life in general. Everything I took for granted before, I appreciate profoundly now. The mango was the icing on the cake. I had forgotten I had one in the fruit bowl and ate it slowly as if it were a gift from the gods. I reflected that everything religion has classified as heavenly is actually from this earth, and that this classification has subtracted importance from this reality. It’s through existing fully here that spiritual fullfilment is achieved.

I was feeling kind of burnt out, probably the weed. I went to the bathroom and was pleasantly surprised by my reflection, I breathed in deeply for a few minutes. My lungs filled up completely, and I felt my thirst for air quenched. But breathing deeply was so nice I just kept on inhaling with my belly. It was giving me life!  The hot shower made me tremble with pleasure. I could feel every droplet on my skin. I could have just melted there and then. Being naked was wonderful, I felt as if my skin and flesh fitted just perfectly. I dried off and lay on my bed. There’s a painting on my wall of a stream, a cow, a village and mountain in the background. The paint was slowly dripping, dense and deep in colour. Sleeping was difficult so I took a couple of benzos and floated into the realm of dreams.

I woke as fresh as a rose, reborn and more me than ever.

Since then the obsessive thoughts have been less intrusive and I don’t overthink things so much. I haven’t smoked weed since the trip and I’m feeling much wittier as a result. Life has more meaning and I feel genuinely happy without drugs. Life is the best drug.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 105706

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Mar 5, 2021	Views: 562

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), First Times (2), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

About 2 years ago, I was about 25 and fairly new to psychedelics, I had gotten a 10 strip of 100ug LSD printed with black ants and a gram of 100% pure DMT off the darknet from trusted vendors. I had never had good acid before, and I had done DMT about a dozen times before this, but this would be my strongest trip thus far. I had planned on going to a friend's house to try the acid and try to do DMT, I'll name him M. After about a month of waiting for an opportunity to have M's parents out of his house, they finally went on a trip to some cabin they have somewhere, idk. I wanted to go to his house because he wanted to try it and he has an awesome house to trip in. I end up taking just 1 tab of acid because it was my first time taking acid that wasn't bunk, so I just wanted to see effects.

It was about 3 pm when I dropped. I wasn't really nervous or anything seeing how it was only 1 tab, but still excited. M took 2 tabs because he's a big guy and usually has a hard time tripping (even with 2 tabs he barely tripped, if at all). So waiting for it to kick in, me and M go upstairs to his room, which he has set up like a visual playground for tripping. We smoke like 4 bowls and chill and the acid finally starts coming on about 50 minutes later. It wasn't really too strong. In retrospect I wish I had taken more. Just had some minor thought racing and coloration in the vision, but it was enough to effect my DMT trip to come, which is what I wanted.

We spend the next 2 hours talking, listening to Bjork and Shpongle, and smoking more weed. My friend M smokes a lot of weed, a lot more than me anyways, so we pretty much smoke nonstop when we hang out, and that's fine with me. I eventually feel relaxed enough to take the trip further about T+3:30 after dropping my tab, so I weigh out 65mg of DMT and load up my large slider with enough weed to absorb the DMT and enough weed on top to vaporize it. I just light a small cherry in the middle and let it spread. I've gotten pretty good at smoking DMT with this method and I'm sure I got like 80% of it vaped in the first hit and never bothered hitting it a second time. I held it in for about 10 before starting to feel the energetic 'hightened senses' mode and increasingly loud buzzing you get into right before tripping, exhaled, and fucking HYPERSPACED!

Given the nature of DMT the trip is somewhat fleeting to me now, but I ended up in a multidimensional room of horizontal lines of red, yellow, orange, and black ebbing and flowing past each other and overlapping like waves. It wasn't like I was seeing this stuff with my eyes, I was seeing this stuff with my brain, I WAS this stuff, like it was a part of me. Every thought brought a new dimension to the trip and seemed to flow with the music in the background. At this point I was writhing on the ground a bit from the intensity of the trip. It wasn't unpleasant at all or anything, it was just really intense. And the strange thing is that there with this still-frame man with shoulder-length blonde hair seemingly dressed in 80's surfer fashion telling me 'Hi!' 'What's up' 'Check this out.' I'm going to blame that on the acid.

This goes on for a couples minutes and starts getting increasingly intense and the next thing I remember is being in a boundless room of white, filled with repeating geometric arranged black lines and circles that all seemed to change and split off of themselves and fractalize in unison but each one not really having a definable position. This takes up a majority of the trip, and as I feel the peak of the trip start to drift away like a dream, I open my eyes and look at the ceiling and there was a large purple vortex of smoke coming out of the ceiling, real as day. That smoke vortex was almost as exciting to me as the rest of the trip. I was so real. I remember blowing upwards at it trying to disrupt the smoke, knowing full well it wasn't real.

The entirety of the trip was about 10 minutes, which is decently long for a DMT trip, and took about another 5-10 minutes after the trip before I was baseline. I wish I had more to say about the trip, but you can only describe the indescribable so well.  I haven't done DMT since. I've had DMT, but had no opportunity to do it, on account of children. I would definately like to try this combo again with 250ug instead of 100ug.

TL;DR? DMT is awesome.   ...while on acid.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 107922

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: Apr 28, 2021	Views: 625

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


		 DOSE:

		 0.5 - 1 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (sclerotia)

		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Now I write this as someone who would be the first to defend drugs, I don't think they're bad and I think you can have great experiences with them. However, I would say that I have had long term effects from using psychedelic drugs which haven't been on the whole positive. This isn't to say I'll never take them again, but there is definitely a safe and healthy way to take them and a way that'll screw your brain up.

When I was around 17 I began experimenting with psychedelics, namely LSA in the form of Hawaiian Baby Rosewood (sic) seeds, which gave me mixed trips. One however, where I forgot to scrape off the overcoating had me throwing up all night thinking I was dying. But, I never really had bad long term effects off. Nor with mushrooms, nor with anything really. Not for a while.

Then I went and took a lot of acid, not crazy amounts, but I was doing it I'd say every two three weeks or so over a period of four months. I thought it was great, I thought I felt rejuvenated after a trip, and I had all these amazing wonderful life changing experiences on it. I mean, even the little hallucinations I'd get when I wasn't on LSD or shrooms were fun, I saw them as free trips and they didn't really scare me too much.

A couple of experiences changed this for me. Firstly when I took something I thought was LSD but was in fact a research chemical, which sent my friend to hospital because he had a psychotic breakdown on it. Luckily I was more experienced and was able to keep it together, but it was really really strong stuff, and for the first time ever I felt scared on a trip in a way I hadn't before; not in a oh-shit-I'm-tripping way but in a I'm-on-the-edge-of-a-breakdown way. I took acid after that and I was fine, but the flashbacks were starting to get annoying, I was starting to get worried about the fact that straight lines never looked straight any more, or that I'd see wisps of smoke coming off things. But I was in for a little bit more than this.

After a seriously bad acid trip where I thought I had been poisoned and was dying, the first I had ever had which took me completely off guard (possibly caused by the large amount of pills I was taking around that time), I began to have emotional and somatic flashbacks. I went through, and am still in to an extent, a prolonged existential crisis. I lay in bed at night some nights feeling absolute fear at the thought of death. Faced with a false reality that I was going to die on that trip it opened up something in my mind which has stopped me from being able to fully enjoy life without the anxiety of my eventual death and non-being. Not only that, I now get flashbacks from the feeling of that trip of numbness and pains; which doesn't help since I then think it's caused by a life-threatening disease (call me paranoid).

To you this might not sound that bad, certainly I don't feel like I've gone mad, but it has caused me huge huge huge anxiety which'll come on at any point, even when I haven't felt like that for weeks. Even if I think I've made peace with death or with the trip I had. And I'll feel this tension in my chest and fear run through my very being when I do. I find it ironic psychedelics are said to help with end of life anxiety.

Moving on, this went on for some months, also accompanied by visual flashbacks, which started to get more intense and worrying, I'll still see images of things when I close my eyes or static and flashes of light though more occasionally nowadays. A couple of months later, after the trip, I took truffles with some friends. Now, I think it was just that I hadn't eaten, but my blood sugar or something must have dropped while I was on them and I almost fainted. While the trip wasn't terrible overall, I didn't have the best time and weirdly I felt like I was on acid not shrooms when I was on them; I don't know whether it was just the truffles or a flashback of some kind, I haven't taken mushrooms since so I don't know.

Funnily enough, taking half a tab of acid and some DMT one night while coming down off pills actually helped the death anxiety a bit and I have felt somewhat better since the DMT although I took half a tab of acid again the other week, the trip went fine though, and feel a little more panicky and anxious since then- but it's also been a heavy couple of weeks with other drug use as well. The thing is, that I'll still get visual flashbacks quite a lot and the other ones some of the time and it's definitely triggered something in me. Clearly taking acid has triggered something, or at least just ridiculously long existential crisis and well as feelings of disassociation sometimes.

I just want to warn people through my own experience that you should be careful with these drugs.  I feel like I'm getting a bit better even if I've had a bit of dip recently, and I hope this report might help others in not having the same experience as me or at least knowing that they're not the only ones this is happening to.

Exp Year: 2012-2014	ExpID: 106359

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: May 10, 2021	Views: 484

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