		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

LSD has had a very negative impact on my life. The experience I relate here is my first and only experience with the drug, and I intend to make it my last. Prior to dropping acid, I had been smoking pot for about a year, and I continue to use marijuana.

I dropped the acid on a two-day vacation to a very liberal city. I don't remember exactly what time it was, but it was summer and the sun was just setting when I chewed the blotter. I tripped with a companion who had had prior experience with acid. As the effects came on, I found myself enjoying the sensation of the trip. I listened to some music, and it was amazing in its beauty.

My memories of the trip are sketchy, but I have a few very distinct images: Getting freaked out and scared by the convoluted passageway into/out of my hotel room, sitting on the front steps of the hotel getting all freaked out and feeling the lowest I've ever felt in my life, vomiting in the back seat of a taxi and briefly returning to a euphoric state, and seeing the sun come up in my hotel room as the drug slowly wore off.

Overall, the trip was frightening and depressing. It has been three months since I dropped the acid, and I still find my outlook on life shifted toward the negative end of the spectrum. Since the trip, my self-confidence has suffered, and I have struggled to feel fulfilled in my life.

Not that I am completely depressed as a result of the trip; I still love and enjoy life, but I think that the trip had a definite negative impact on my psyche. My outlook on things tends to be more pessimistic, and I find myself searching nostalgically for the near-constant happiness that I once knew. I have done much soul-searching, and am contemplating seeking professional psychological help.

I would advise against the use of LSD; its impact on me was not positive in any way.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10891

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 28, 2001	Views: 9,156

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LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 150 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

It was the New Year's celebration of 1995, and I found myself at my first rave, with my first hit of acid in my hand.  It was an experience that was long overdue, and one which I highly looked forward to.  I consulted just about every friend I knew who tried that wonderful drug which I was holding onto with immense anticipation.  I knew all about the LSD experience, for preparation was my safety harness against bad trips.  Finally, as I put the tiny white paper in my mouth, my stomach quenched with nervousness and fear.

'Was I really prepared to experience this?' I thought.  But as the wonderful sounds of Trance filled my ears with bliss, the fear quickly diminished.

After about 45 minutes I was thinking to myself, either one of my best friends ripped me off, or I must be immune to this compound.  Then, in that very second, fantasy merged with reality, as a cartoon train literally came out of one of the television sets which I was viewing.  It circled the room and returned back to the world it came from.  From that moment, everything around me was surreal.  Colors were so intense that I was in awe of how limiting visual perception is in our everyday lives.  Music acquired a life of its own, and it was a part of me.  People around me became fellow explorers in a quest to reach ultimate bliss and fulfillment.  Life was so full and wonderful at that moment, that my only wish was immortality in this beautiful state.

The trip was a wonderful journey, one which had an immense impact on my life.  Since being introduced to this divine world, my outlook on life changed.  Beauty of everyday life made its presence know to me long after the trip was over.  I learned to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.  In other words, LSD was my window to a heavenly bliss, which in many forms persisted and embodied itself in life as I know it.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 2885

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 30, 2001	Views: 10,447

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


		 DOSE:

		 500 ug
		 insufflated
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

I was 16 at the time of this experience. I had my friend Pete over to my house for a night of tripping on acid. In the morning we picked up 2 microdots, which we were told contained 500ug of LSD. This number didn't mean much to us, and we had had previous experiences with a weaker strength of microdot orally. Tonight, we decided that we would like to heighten the trip by insufflating the microdots.

At 7:00, we each crushed our microdots and got two straws to snort with. We were in my brother's bedroom, both feeling in a positive mood. I went first and snorted my microdot. Instantly, I felt an insane rush of evil come over my body. The taste of the powder was like sucking on a Tylenol and it was dripping down the back of my throat. I suddenly felt like I was going to vomit, so I rushed to the washroom and hovered over the toilet for 5 minutes.

When I returned to the room, Pete had snorted his and was sitting in the corner grinning mischievously. I laid down on the couch and tried to calm myself. All of a sudden, objects in the room started shifting and walls started breathing. I looked over at a painting on the wall and a light mist in the shape of a person began to shift off the wall.

At 30 minutes after insufflation, I was getting mad visuals. Textures were infinitely complex and beautiful. The early nausea had faded away, perhaps because I was involved in what was happening around me. I looked over at Pete and he continued to smile and stare at everything he could, trying to absorb all there was around us.

We never moved from our positions for 4 hours, because the happenings around us were sufficient to more than amuse us for that time. At about 5 hours after ingestion, the visuals began to weaken but were still very nice and slow. At this time, we ventured out of the room we were in and watched the Pantera home video, also snacking on chips and pop, which felt amazing gracing my stomach. By 6 hours after ingestion,

we were down completely. A beautiful experience except for the first 10 minutes of coming up, which were physically burdening.

Exp Year: 1998	ExpID: 3108

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 16, 2001	Views: 9,939

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


           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

First off, let me say that Ive done over 200 doses of LSD and around 50 doses of mushrooms in my college days.  The biggest dose I've ever done was 9 triple dip hits of micro dots ( called 'triple-dip-hippie-shit'). I've never had a bad trip, in fact I dont believe there are bad trips just people in the wrong mindset who shouldnt be doing the drug, or any drugs for that matter.

Like the other reports I have read, I have never had a 'bad' flashback either.  I know people who have done well over 1000 hits of Lsd and they have never had a flashback.  I would note though that I have felt a mild euphoria at times almost reminiscent of a mild lsd dosage, but it was very pleasent and welcomed with open arms.  I dont think it was the LSD, but in fact the new perception on reality that I have learned.

I know longer look at things the same again, I've learned to control my surroundings by using my imagination to see the subtle things that I would never have noticed. Music, paintings, geometrical shapes, they just all seem to make sense now, like they have been hiding something from me for all those years until I opened up my mind to them.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 11334

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 16, 2001	Views: 11,150

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LSD (2) : Various (28), Glowing Experiences (4), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 1 drop
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

My first (and only) experience on acid was one of the most intense times of my life.  I was a freshman in college at the time and smoked pot pretty regularly.  So one night when I had already been drinking at a party I took one hit of liquid acid (black magic I think it was called)  I assumed that it would be pretty cool but I wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of the experience.

My first mistake was drinking beforehand.  Secondly, I was with a group that I know consider to be more of acquaintances than friends.  Finally, I was not prepared for what I experienced.

After taking the hit my tongue immediately had strange sensations running through it.  After that though relatively nothing happened for a while.  When the acid finally kicked in it was fun at first.  There was a DJ spinning (techno was never a favorite of mine but it sounded really good early that night).  A female friend of mine was there with me at first as well.  We hung out for a while and then went back to her room.  I played my djembe which was also fun.  However, shortly after that another guy came by and she started talking to him too.  I began to feel really insecure.  I still to this day don’t know if she like really ditched me that nite but it seemed like it to me in the altered state I was in.  I was really down at this point but I decided to go back to the party.

The techno that had sounded good earlier now seemed to be laughing at me.  With each pulse of the strobe light I felt worse and more depressed.  I decided that I would go back to my dorm room (which was in the same building I was in) and go to sleep (little did I know that my night was just beginning).  I started looking for my keys at the party.  This usually normal task of looking for lost keys was made much more difficult by the acid.  I looked everywhere but still couldn’t find them.  It was at this point I came really really close to freaking out.  A friend carried me back to her room and tried to calm me down.  I was completely oblivious to reality.  I though I was going to die.  I even at one point wanted to jump out the window.  But, I kept making myself come back to reality when I had the thoughts.  I started thinking all the strangers around me in the room were undercover cops and going to arrest me.  All the other ppl left besides me and her and her friend (who I also trusted) I made the girl lock the door and push her chest of drawers in front of it to keep the police out.  And I still didn’t have my damn keys.  She gave me a big blanket and a teddy bear (it made me feel better).  So I hugged the bear and watched a movie with her.  This girl singlehandedly made a difference by helping me out.  I really believe that I would have freaked out a I’m sure the cops would have been called, the university and my parents would have been notified.

About half way through the movie I started feeling really good.  So after the movie I decided I would go back to my room, forget about my keys and knock on the door and get my roomate to unlock it. When I approached the door it was unlocked!  Then when I opened my door to my bedroom I saw my keys!  The sun was rising right outside my window and seemed to form a halo around my keys, like some kind of divine intervention.  It was a really cool moment.  And it seemed to be the theme of my trip: one can spend one’s whole life looking for something that they already have in the most obvious place.  After having this realization my trip started being loads of fun.  I put on some Bob Marley and started having really neat visuals.  At one point my skin looked like the ocean.  It had waves and stuff on my bare belly.  I saw some pretty neat trails as well.  All in all I tripped for nearly 18 hours.  So I guess the moral of this whole story is that I should not take acid unless completely prepared, and even if I decide to it might be a good idea, to start out with weaker stuff.  I hope this helps somebody, somewhere.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 4452

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 18, 2001	Views: 9,857

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 3 hits
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   142 lb

It was the first day of summer, and I was just sitting around at home wishing I had something to do.  Then I remembered that I had 5 hits sitting in my freezer that were a little over a week old.  I considered myself to be an experienced tripper, and at the time I had done acid about 30 or so times before and had taken 3 hits of very strong acid and peaked in front of my mom without her knowing.  So I figured I could handle 5 hits of week-old acid.

I let the sweettarts (that's what the liquid was dropped on) sit in my mouth and I layed down on my bed to relax and enjoy the rest of my trip.  Before the hits had even started to melt, I remembered that I had a whippet in my room that I had just gotten the day before and I was really interested in seeing the effects of a trip with nitrous oxide.  After the hits dissolved, I got a cracker my friend let me borrow.  I punctured the cartridge and filled up a big purple balloon until it seemed like it was going to pop.

I took in 3 of the biggest, deepest inhales that I could manage and held them in for about 15 or so seconds each.  After the first two inhales I felt really buzzed and lightheaded.  I was holding in the third hit of nitrous about ten minutes after the acid had dissolved.

I hadn't really been concentrating on anything while breathing in the whippet except sucking in and holding.  But before I had started to exhale I closed my eyes and got the feeling that I was moving forward slowly.  Less than a second later I seemed to be shooting through space fast enough to break the sound barrier.  I didn't recognize myself as a being or something that lived and breathed oxygen.  I just vaguely had the idea that I was some object in some form of existence soaring through the galaxy.  This was a very extreme state of being fucked up, but it was not at all unpleasant or frightening.  After about a minute of this (probably a few seconds) I didn't seem to slow down; I just sort of seemed to fall back down to earth really quickly and come back into my body and return to reality.

The second this happened, I opened my eyes and I was tripping the hardest I had ever been in my life.  Trails would hang in the air for what seemed like a good five minutes.  And everything had energy waves flowing off of it.  The waves were either good or bad, kind of like an aura around everything.  I don't know why they were good or bad waves, they just were and it just kind of made sense.

The rest of the trip was pretty much just a VERY HARD acid trip and I was feeling effects of it well into the next day.  One point of the trip that sticks out the most to me was when the walls of my room zoomed up to about a foot away from my body, then as quickly as they shrunk they went to towering over my head and then returned to normal size.  I have never heard of anything like that and it was definitely the best visual I have ever seen on any hallucinogenic.

Now that I think back on the trip I realize that it was a pretty stupid thing to do considering that I was home alone during the deepest part of the trip and what trip.  Not to mention, this was my first time using nitrous oxide and I had no idea what was in store for me.  But I have developed much better judgement now from such times, so I consider it a valuable experience.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 4459

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 18, 2001	Views: 22,462

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

I love Acid. I love it, but not as much as I love life.

I will never take acid again. My 10th experience with it was so disillusioning, that I am now considering doing no drugs other than those I have already tried and have not had bad experiences with,  specifically alcohol, marijuana, mushrooms, and codeine.  (I have tried a 'White Buddha' pill of Ecstacy, which I liked, but it was not anything like my friends described rolling to be.)

Acid is a wonderful drug; however, it is also a BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD drug.

One night at college a few months ago there was an 'Acid Jazz' show at the Student Union.  It was free, and there was a keg in the loft.  The music was ludicrously good--just drums, bass, and guitar in moving modes and harmonies like I have rarely heard before.  Soon after entering, I saw my friend G buying something.  I approached him and said what's up to G and asked the dude what he was selling.  He told me it was pure MDMA.  (Which, by the way, is one of the biggest drug shams since 'triple-dipped' acid.  Unless you get a testing kit, you don't know what in God's name is in there.)  At the time I wasn't really interested in spending $20 on a good time, so I said 'No, thanks.  I'm all set on that.'  I obtained a 32 oz. cup for the keg, waited in line, sat down in the balcony and started groovin' to the tunes.  We started smoking some bowls of dank, and soon my friend A asked us if we wanted some acid.  G got some, and I asked how much it was.  He said it was free.  I said 'Well, shit.  Gimme two hits.' (I like to test out a batch of cid before I start indulging.  I'm sure glad I did that time.)

We started smoking some bowls again, and about a half an hour later, I started feeling it.  I told G he better stop drinking because with Ecstacy, you never know what's in there to interact with Alchohol.  I was starting to feel pretty fucked up, and I was starting to hallucinate, so I threw away my beer as well.  It was about half full, so I had drunk about a pint.  Within 45 minutes of intake, I was tripping--this was some good acid.

The music was pulsating, and I could actually see the vibrations in the air, and the strife between the competing harmonies.  Several times I went to the bathroom to get some water.  On the way one of the times I saw A, and gave him the thumbs up.  He said, 'Do you need more?'  I said,  'You have MORE?'  He said, 'You feeling good?'  I said 'Holy Shit, this is great stuff.'  He said, 'That's good, I want people to remember this night.'  I sure do.

The rest of the night was kinda spotty in my memory.  I remember people throwing playdoh around--that was funny--and I remember intermission.  I thought it was over.  I said, 'I can't believe it's over, they were so good!'  My friend E said, 'It's not over, it's just intermission,' and I said, 'Oh thank God!'  That's the last thing I remember.

I woke up in the hospital with a woman leaning over me.  I could feel something in my throat and a pain in my penis.  I went to feel my dick, and the woman said, 'You're in the hospital, you had a seizure...You're in the intensive care unit, you have a catheter in your penis.'  I said, 'Aaaagggghhhhuuuuuhhhhhhhuuuuggguuhhhh,' and i tried to tear this weird tube out of my throat.

Apparently, my roomate had found me lying in my bed in my dorm room having a violent seizure, foaming and bleeding from the mouth.  He called 911.  I was lucky.  Apparently, I wasn't breathing and had a very low heart rate.  They had to intubate me.  I was five minutes away from death, and a flip of a coin away from sreious brain damage, paralysis, or being a vegetable.

I was terribly sore for days--I could barely walk.  My lip was also torn up.  Soon, I had to undergo counseling, treatment, and drug tests.  Eventually I was sent home on involuntary medical leave for missing and failing to prouduce urine at a few drug screens.  I am now clean of all substances, including marijuana (my drug of choice), and am preparing to return to school for the spring semester.

Many of my friends at school did not believe what had happened to me.  Some of the upperclassmen told me, 'you can't die from acid, that guy probably gave you bleach,' and I now realize what myths there are surrounding acid.  I have no history of epilepsy, and I know this is not an uncommon thing because it later happened to one of my friends from a different batch.  My friend G also took 12 hits of the same acid, drank, smoked pot, and had taken ecstacy that night and he was fine.  It was great acid, if not some of the best i've ever had; however, you still take chances even among the best and completely unadulterated of acids.  While I love tripping, and see it as an enormous part of my spiritual life, and am glad that what happened happened so that i do not do acid again and kill myself, I do not wish what happened to me upon any other soul, for it was a truly terrifying experience.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 4426

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 18, 2001	Views: 37,434

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LSD (2) : Health Problems (27), Club / Bar (25)


		 DOSE:

		 1.5
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   50 kg

I was with 5 other friends at a house. I had to have dinner with my mum while the others dropped, and I got to them about 2 hours after they had all dropped. We stayed at the house for about 1/2 - 1 hour, when it was decided that me and Richo would go and score some pot.

Well we both got in the car and set off... the drive there was cool, there was this white shimmering, and the vibrations from the car made me feel mellow and the music was trippy . Well we got to this guys house, scored the weed and decided to have a few cones. It would have been 2 hours after I dropped then. Well I had one cone, and then in the space of a few minutes I lost it. The curtains were swaying in the breeze, but it felt like the walls where breathing. The funny thing was that as the outside world moved, I could feel it on my body. Well the bad part was where I had dinner and it never really digested properly. So it felt like I had this lump in my stomach. It hurts. And when I focused on it, it was like these memories of my child-hood came back to me.... all of a sudden, with my eyes wide open, I was with all the people in my primary school class outside on the grass.

Well it kept getting more intense.... our other friends rang us up wondering where the pot was. I told Richo that I simply couldn't drive. I was sitting completely still on a bench and I didn't think I could even get up. After a while the space at the edge of my vision lost all colour and form, until I was looking at everything through a window. I closed my eyes.... and I just went off into this space.... hmm. The pain in my stomach was still there.... this guy whose house it was decided to mull up some more cones. It was so funny.... It felt like my pain was the mull.... as he started mullin' it eased and fell through.... but then his mullie got stuck and he goes... 'almost...' and the pain came back.

Well eventually the guy said that he would like us to leave. So I managed to stand up and walk outside. We got in the car. Well this guy Richo I was with is an experienced tripper, and me it was my first. So we were sitting in the car in this guys driveway, and he was explaining how I could  feel other people's energies. Well then things got really really bizzarre. It was like in the car the future and the past didn't exist. I was having difficulties coping with my reality, and Richo was explaining to me how the universe worked. After about half an hour he reminded me we where in some guys driveway still. Well I was trippin out exploring my pain, and I just wondered why I should bother going back to my frinds and stuff, why I shouldn't just curl up and trip out. It took Richo about another hour to finally get me to move. It was like I realised that I had no direction in life. I got down to the root of existence, and I found my yin/yang energies.... and one side of my body felt good, and one bad. Somehow I just realised that I needed to just follow the good feeling.... I needed to control the drug, not let the drug control me. And it snapped, that I needed to control my life, not let life control me. And when I did that I pulled myself out of my sorry and depressed state, and became chuffed, inspirational etc.

The drive home was way cool, we were just floating in a sea of lights with errie jungle music going... and I realised that I was almost out of petrol. So we had to go to a BP. Man, the BP. I have never been anywhere so trippy in my life. We spent another half hour sitting in the car, in which time we went into a world that was sooo like the matrix it made me wonder what those guys where on. Any thoughts I had would come true, and with us both there we could go anywhere, do anything.... go on any trip. But anyway, when I went to fill up the car, it was like I was filling myself up. Of course I chose super unleaded, the 'super juice'. Well lots more trips at the BP, like people looking at us funny cause we were so out of it.

But anyways, we finally found our friends, and it was so wierd. It was like I realised why each one of them was in my life, why our karma had crossed.  I realised that I could change all my friends and everything, just by changing myself from that bad energy to the good stuff. I went outside with one friend to get some music from the car, and on the way back I thought I was holding my friends leg inside my body. When I looked down it was just my bag. Hmm... at one stage I felt myself intertwine with Richo. It was like we were merging our consciousness.... he said that we are our own beings, and we should keep to ourselves... and I realised that how by not being myself, as people always tell you to be, I was allowing other peoples energies to mingle with mine, and I would become them in some way.

Well things got a bit stupid cause basically I became stuck somewhere in my mind, and I cound't keep in the present.  But the pain was still there..... eventually I curled up on the floor... and eventually I threw up on the floor :) it made me feel a bit better. Eventually I got to the couch where I went to sleep. I woke up in the morning feeling like I had just figured out how the universe works, which of course I had always wanted to know. I also felt like I had explored my pain sufficiently that it would go away afterwards.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3246

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 24, 2001	Views: 7,025

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


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

		   T+ 0:20
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:59
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   136 lb

My experiences with acid have each been special and enlightening in their own ways. Initially, my experience with drugs was merely marijuana, and I was content with its effects. Then the idea of Acid became more and more enticing, until I tried it. I have done it several times since, but the most recent trip I took was without question the most amazing.

My 3 friends and I planned our trip early on in the week, each of us building our own vision of what our Friday trip would entail. I feel I have a good control on acid when I take it, and I was sure my trip would be beautiful and spiritual. Friday came, and we had many possibilities of where we would get it, yet we feared all would fall through and it would be strictly a smoking night. Fortunately, that was not the case, and we each purchased 2 mints, blessed with acid.

We all dropped them and began ingesting vitamin C candies and chewing Vitamin C gum, both of which you can find pretty much anywhere. We smoked a bowl about 20 minutes later, and after about 10 more minutes, I felt my journey begin. I was on the deck with my 2 friends and my friend, Nikki, got our lighter to work merely by touching it. With that said, she began raving and we could feel the trip from each other's hands. (A side note... Nikki and I had always wanted to trip together, because we both respect the drug and realize the depths to which it can go. Also, we have incredible conversations while high, so tripping seemed like it would be sensational, which it was...)

We went inside and my mother's classical music CD came on, Nikki and I insisted it remain, feeling its supreme beauty. Then we put some Lords of Acid on and Nikki commenced her incredible raving.

My two guy friends came over at this point, and each dropped a Pez adorned with acid. Honestly, I was not pleased with their presence, because I felt we had our own little tripping heaven as it was. Later, they proved to be essential elements in the 'tripping heaven.' Then more weed came, and my mother came home. Simultaneously mind you. This created humor and intensity, elements I find essential to an enlightening trip. So it was on...

We stayed indoors for a little while, watching basic TV, and my visuals began. This was the first time I had ever seen such intense images, and it was quite welcomed. We decided to go to a park nearby and smoke more to heighten the trip. We arrived and I found beauty unlike any I had ever known. The 6 of us were in the snowy park, secluded from others, but close enough that we were well aware of them. Some of my friends became somewhat paranoid, but I was more concerned with smoking more. They insisted outsiders knew we were there, and I proceeded to tell them, 'Our entire world is not part of their reality'. This was just one of my quotes that my friends enjoyed.

When I trip, I am emotion. In my 'normal' life, I somewhat fear it, and do not know how to handle it. I often enjoy being by myself while doing acid, because I find I get to know myself better. I feel I have grown more after each time. Smoking also heightens it, but makes it more of a 'fucked up' feeling, less surreal. Vitamin C most definitely did something that evening. It was the most incredible night of my life, and forever close to my soul.

I must say, however, be careful. My experiences are quite intense, and for some this intensity may create life changing ideas and self-reflections.

Thank you for reading my story and good luck finding inner peace and satisfaction.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 4269

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 24, 2001	Views: 13,654

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   60 kg

I'd been doing a lot of reading/research about drugs (this page was fantastic) and when a friend told me he'd recently tried acid I was very keen to experience it myself. The setting was my girlfriend's house, she was having a party, mostly our friends from uni.

We took it around 7:30pm at another mates house before the party and arrived around an hour later. I sat down next to a couple of blokes and we were chatting for around half an hour and I felt a little anxious, wasn't sure if it was my anticipation or the drug itself. By this stage (90 mins later) I was beginning to wonder if we'd been ripped off, I stood up to go have a slash and.....hehehe the floor's bendy !! woah, my body feels all rubbery and distorted like I'm a plasticine man ! So I sit down on the toilet coz I'm not sure if I'm actually wobbling or not and I'm happy to find out I've still got control of myself ;) I'm looking at the walls and they're slowing bulging around like bubbles! I also have a charged feeling about my body.

When I moved back outside I had to go tell my friend about what was happening and he nodded knowingly and we laughed about it together. It was now about 9:10pm. From then till around 11:30pm things got really intense and time passed very slowly. It seemed like the party had been going for AGES and was always expecting people to be leaving then I'd look at my watch and barely a few minutes had passed! (I strongly recommend wearing a watch or it may get very confusing!!) During the peak and this 'intensity' I found myself unable to focus on one thought for more than a second or two without extreme concentration. It wasn't all that unpleasant but on the verge of being overwhelming, it may have been easier in a less intense setting, say a few mates at my home rather than 40 odd friends crammed into a backyard. I walked out the front to be alone a couple of times during the night. It's very hard to describe with words what I mean by the intensity or to describe what it's like. It was sort of overwhelmed/intense/confusion even though not really unpleasant.

During the peak, it was fun to play with hallucinations, not just visual distortions (there are many different sorts but I'm trying to keep it as brief as I can) but also things that aren't really there. I found I had almost total control over them and it was not scary because I was completely aware that it was just the acid causing it, and they only last for a maximum of a couple of seconds anyway before my brain works out what it really is. It tended to happen in semi-darkness or shadows where there was some ambiguity as to what I was really seeing and my brain was able to 'fill in the gaps' with whatever I chose to think about. For instance shadows on people's faces could make them evil or have coloured eyes or could imagine things in dark areas like shrubs.

Another thing which amazed me was that no one seemed to be able to notice how spun out I felt. I felt talking to someone was a dead giveaway but to my amazement it just wasn't obvious from the outside. Communication was actually very hard because of the distractions of other thoughts flying around it was almost impossible to focus long enough to form sentences and then listen to a response! I also realised my speech wasn't very literal after several people kept asking me 'what I meant'.

There was a sense of pity for drunks and even sober people and I wanted them to be on the same level to share with them and communicate with them. (We agreed not to tell anyone we were tripping until afterwards because I didn't want to feel like an experiment and wanted to experience it in a natural environment, which turned out to be a good choice I think)

At around 11:30pm I began to feel the effects slowly wearing off. I noticed this not by clearer vision (coz it was still pretty weird!!) but the ability to devote more of my thought/concentration to my regular perception and it became easier to communicate again. Regular perception of time also began to return. During this stage I started to think about personal aspects of my life and the way I live according to my previous perceptions...I really don't know why!...at a party!? But I kept thinking about these things for a couple of days afterwards. I'd rather not discuss these things in detail, it's hard to understand myself anyway, but this part was my main motivation for wanting to repeat the experience, though probably in a different setting. There was also a feeling of contentness in returning to the normal state.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 4345

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 24, 2001	Views: 9,723

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 4.0 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Fentanyl

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 2 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

just for a little backround, I have done: LSD, Psilocybin, Salvia, Nitrous Oxide, MDMA, DXM, THC, Opium, GHB, Ketamine, 5Meo-DMT, 2C-T-7, ethyl ether, and other drugs...

this experience happened about June 1999

I managed to aquire some fentanyl transdermal patches (100 ug/hr, the strongest variety). This is a medication for EXTREME pain, and is also known as 'China White' and is well known by its roll in 'Tango &amp; Cash'... Anyway, I'm writing this because when I was experimenting I found it hard to find information on the net about this substance (and found some WRONG info on usenet), and I wanted to help anyone who is thinking about doing it....

Just remember, fentanyl is stronger than heroin, and I would never think of doing heroin, but since the substance was perscription, somthing made it seem OK... trust me, its not!

I took the patch, cut it open, squeezed it out, and swollowed a small amount, a little roll on the corner of a buisness card, maybe 1/30 of the content of the patch, and boosted it with similar doses about 1-2 hours apart to get to the desired high. I would become very stoned, and zonked in general... One of my friends, who had tried heroin, said it was exactly the same without the 'Rush', rather a slow progression.

I did this on 4 occasions, but on the 5th a horrible thing happened: I was doing the substance alone, this time with 2 pills of MDMA and 5 hits of (very strong) acid. Two usenet reports told me that the alcohol based substance will evaporate, and when it does the active drug evaporates with it, so I only had a small amount left. What I didn't know is that the while the alcohol evaporates, the drug in fact does not evaporate, and I was now left with a substance much more strong than the already extremely powerful goo.

I must have passed out quite quickly because the next thing I remember is about 6 paramedics and 2 cops in my tiny room asking me if I knew where I was, I was having trouble maintaining, this was only about 4 hours after taking the acid, and I was still tripping VERY hard during all of this. They loaded me into an ambulance, and kept asking me what I took, and they explained that they had to shoot me up with Narcan to get me awake. I said I had taken Fentanyl, they kept asking how many? They had a hard time understanding that it was a gel, not pills. Upon arriving at the ER I kept drifting in and out of conciousness as my oxygen saturation dropped as low as 75% (as I was told later). I was shot up with Narcan at least 3-4 more times...  This was due in most part to the hospital's inexperience with fentanyl overdoses (I was their first). they gave me Activated Charcoal (which was really, really bad tasting BTW) and apparently instead of absorbing the chemical and not allowing the body to use it, it absorbed it and left it in my system longer, for a slow release of fentanyl.

The first night in the hospital was pure hell...  Being shot up with narcan is not pleasent, I felt a cold rush wave over my body from the point where it is injected and follow it through my entire body. The LSD didn't help either, I was having wild hallucinations throughout the entire first night in the hospital, and actually got very parinoid at the nurse who was shooting me up with the stuff, cursing at her when ever she entered the room (I apologized the next day).

During the time while I was passed out I breathed in a lot of saliva, and could have drowned if my friends had not discovered me earlier. I was stuck in the hospital for 5 days with a lot of trouble breathing, and was forced to where an oxygen mask 24 hr a day for 4 out of 5 days. The first few days were so bad I would get winded from rolling on my side.

I have vowed never to do another 'hard' drug in my life, it's just not worth it. I didnt do drugs for about 6 months after the experience, except occasional pot smoke. I continue to use all manner of psychadelics, but I promised myself to never do anything but psych's, mdma, and pot for the rest of my existence. A lot of people think i'm a complete nut for even thinking about doing drugs again, but this brush with death made me be a lot less haphazard with use, and I now use much less. It's still probably not a good idea, but that's me...

Almost dying, being trapped in a hospital room, shot with drugs, having 2 IV's put in, my FIRST bad trip (after more than 100 positive LSD trips), and so on, and so on, was not the time I was looking for..

I was drug tested... as I expected the LSD does not show up, but MDMA showed up as Amphetamines, I claimed I was taking decongestants and there were no follow up questions...

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 4163

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 25, 2001	Views: 28,530

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Pharms - Fentanyl (223), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Health Problems (27), Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3), General (1), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

Almost a year ago I had the bad trip of all bad trips on New Year's Eve. I'd already had experience with a bad acid trip and had suffered through a series of panic attacks for several months after my first mushroom trip. However, those events were 8+ months removed from the day seven of us arrived at a friend's winter home in the woods.

I started out with two hits and wandered around some country roads for about an hour with my friends, all of whom were tripping and two of whom were 'candy-flipping.' When we arrived back at the cabin, my friend (and supplier) E asked if I wanted to take a third hit with him. I agreed against my better judgment, seeing as how he offered it to me for free (*never take that extra, free acid hit!*). Previously I had never done more than two hits, so was somewhat nervous about what might happen, even though I was familiar with all of my friends and fairly comfortable in our lodging for the night.

About an hour and a quarter into the trip, I began to have some serious hallucinations. I was laying on my back watching the sky move and pulsate as if it were a giant dome covered with stars... but the dome was being pushed down upon by giant, other-worldly hands that moved the stars precipitously close to me on the ground. I started to lose the ability to concentrate, think, speak, or communicate clearly with my friends. At first it wasn't unpleasant, just the initial confusion that is part of any acid trip. After a while, however, I found myself laying on the floor inside, lost in a trail of thought that almost undid my mind. I saw all of us as organisms doing only what we needed to in order to get different sorts of sustenance into our bodies. I found it hard for me to fight gravity in order to sit upright or even move my mouth to talk. It dawned on me that the only reasons we ever have to move or act are to ingest the food and water we need to survive, and to enact the natural urges we have as members of the animal kingdom - if we were fed intravenously, we'd never have biological reason to move.

The intensity of my trip left me unable to move, and eventually I lost the desire to ever move (or live) again. I saw my friends sucking down cigarettes and beers in their daily attempt to meet the addictions they'd fostered over our years in college and it made me sick to my stomach to think these were some of the substances we find as important as food and water, as our bodies become more addicted to them.

To compound these disassociative thoughts, my vision became more distorted than ever before. Friends' faces became bulging, bloated, discolored, and spewed forth burping, squelching noises every time they made some attempt at speech with me. Everything took on nightmarish colors that constantly changed and minute noises, such as a TV in the next room, became a deafening cacaphony of screeching. My life became a pure, living hell for about three hours that stretched on interminably in my mind. I began to feel as though my thoughts were terrible revelations that I'd somehow been exposed to in my higher state of consciousness and eventually tried to relay them to my friends. I was aware that all of my attempts at communicating these thoughts were failing, as I was unable to put any sort of thought into rational words. All I could muster was, 'the things I know could kill a man!' One of my friends turned to another and said, 'Is *he* that fucked up, or is it me?'

My words here can't fully describe the terror I lived through that night, but I can share with you the fact that the effects of that trip still linger with me. I generally feel that tripping can lead to personal insight and wisdom and can definitely be a positive experience afterwards, even if it’s not always enjoyable during the trip. However, smoking cannabis since then has sometimes triggered flashbacks so strong that I feel as if I'm back in the cabin, hallucinating wildly and terribly paranoid. This sensation has come on so strong that it's kept me up for hours, hearing auditory hallucinations and being so mentally 'disturbed' that I can't do anything except lay there and wait for the feelings to subside. All of this has led me to quit smoking cannabis, a simple pleasure I never thought to be as harmful as smoking cigarettes or even drinking.

Be aware that just one intense trip (no more than my fifth or sixth) can affect your life from there on out. Making the decision to ingest the few cheap hits can do a lot more damage than having a few scary hours immediately afterward. I now don't lose any sleep over my experience of that night and am a stronger person because of it, but there's no way I can wipe some of these awful thoughts, memories, and sights out of my mind completely.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3923

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 26, 2001	Views: 12,296

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


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

		   T+ 0:59
		 5 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   T+ 2:00
		 5 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I had never tried LSD, but when a friend failed to come through with some shrooms, she offered tabs of blotter acid to me and some college buddies. Most of them had tried it, but I never had. I was a little nervous at the thought of tripping on acid, but I after consulting with my brother, who has tried it twice, and looking it up on Erowid.org I gave it a go.

I dropped around 10:30pm in a small apartment in the Beacon Hill

section of Boston. My friends wanted to go back to the dorms, but I had promised a friend I would stop by her party, so I walked over with a roommate who was not tripping that night. I figured I would leave before the peak.

I drank a few beers, and was relaxing at the party talking to friends. I started feeling the minor threshold effects around 11:30 or so. A friend of mine came over and asked me to walk to his apartment on a nearby street to retrieve his three foot glass bong, so I went. It had begun to lightly rain and I remember being awed by the neon lights reflecting in the pools of rainwater.  We got the bong and went back to the party to rip hits. I smoked 5 bongloads out of the three footer, and then sat down and passed the next one as it came around. I was feeling very disoriented and confused, but didn't realize that I had begun to trip hard. I glanced at the clock, which said 12:30. I looked around the table and saw everyone's heads looking huge while their bodies were disproportionately small. I looked all around the apartment and was amazed at how different everything looked. The floor was beginning to move, and I was starting to panic, so I begged my roommate to walk me back to the dorms. I was sick of being the only tripper, and I felt very isolated and alone.

I got outside and was completely overcome by the LSD. My mind felt like it was leaving my body, and I became worried I would be unable to find my way back. I grabbed my roommate's arm and did not let go, because I was worried if I did I would drift off. It took an immense deal of concentration to focus and see the sidewalk and city streets, when my mind wandered I would see alien landscapes. If I focused on Boston, then my mind wandered again I never returned to the previous hallucination, it was always new. I felt that the world was extremely fluid and I could reshape and distort the picture of it in my mind. At this point I began to enjoy the experience and tried to relate this to my roommate, who later said I was incomprehensible. I began to believe I was a snake or at least had assumed the form of a snake. Finally, I made it back to the dorm. The rain was pouring now and it was completely overwhelming my senses. I tried my hardest not to make a scene in front of the security guards.

I went up to my room and played some videogames with my roommate, but found it difficult to concentrate on it because of the visual distortions and my mind trailing off. Finally he drifted off to sleep around 3am, so I went downstairs to find the other trippers. I found that I was too paranoid to go in the elevator alone, so I ran down six flights of stairs. Finally I found them and stayed in their room for the remainder of the night. Other significant hallucinations included 'breathing' walls, melting faces, I felt that one of my arms had disappeared for a period. I saw neon streaks of rapidly changing colors on the walls that faded in and out. I experienced one point of total ego loss when I became confused as to who I was and what had happened to me. This and the previously mentioned paranoia were the only scary parts of the trip.

After a time they suggested we watch Alice in Wonderland, which was very trippy. After it was over I went outside to watch the dawn in the Boston Common with one other tripper. We were beginning to come down from the more intense portion of the trip, but we still weren't sober. After a time I went inside and tried to sleep, but couldn't. Eventually I fell asleep around 1pm and slept for three hours. When I woke up I felt sober, but less intelligent than usual. That night I experienced a very brief flashback of the part when I thought I was a snake. I believe it happened because I was smoking pot. The next day I awoke feeling refreshed with no ill effects.

All in all it was a positive experience. Next time I'll skip the drinking and wait until I'm coming down to smoke pot. Also, I won't take acid as a substitute for shrooms because it is a totally different ballgame. I went into the experience nervous but confident, and came out with a very intense memory of some eye opening psychedelics. I remember feeling like I had learned a lot, but was unable to recall what. Next time I want to try and see what insights I can retain by writing or recording them.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3774

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 26, 2001	Views: 7,778

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (extract - 5x)

		   T+ 0:30

		 oral
		 Betel Nut
		 (extract)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (extract - 5x)

		   T+ 2:30
		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Methamphetamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (extract - 5x)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

**NOTE - the author does not intend to devalue or discourage the use of the Divine Salvia divinorum. This report documents one style and instance of Salvia usage which the author regards as unfulfilling, unsatisfactory, and probably unhealthy.**

Our first attempt at smoking the extract was made at about 6:30 pm. We sat in the backyard, and I smoked one large cone of the extract, holding the flame over the extract throughout the process, holding smoke for as long as possible, etc etc as per the numerous guides to smoking salvia available at any self-respecting psychotropic plant website. What wasn't provided for in these guides was the fact that the conepiece didn't really fit the bong, and after inhaling my hit I decided it would be a good idea to force the conepiece down into the stem so it didn't fall out. The painful burns on my right thumb and forefinger will be my eternal reminder of my second ever salvia experience. As far as psychological effects go, there was definitely 'something', strange visual phenomena such as being able to focus on all points in my field of vision at once. I probably would have enjoyed this a lot more were it not for the aforementioned burns.

Half an hour later, the effects had mellowed into a trippy weed-like feeling, and I decided to boost it up again by sucking on some betel nut extract. This worked quite well, giving a strange floating-but-very-heavy feeling when walking. At around 7:30 we decided it would be a good idea to smoke some more salvia before leaving for a party out in the mountains. This was our first *true* salvia experience. My friend smoked his cone first, and began giggling before he had finished the whole hit. He said something like 'Oh well, it works' and put the bong down, giggling all the while.

The effects of my cone can best be described by a phrase that I was destined to repeat many times over the next 12 hours: 'Myself, the stereo and the reflection of the candle in the window formed part of a plank in the bottom of a small rowboat being controlled by NBN television' (a local television network). Now, any sensible psychonaut would gratefully accept such an astounding experience, and try to at least partially understand it before embarking on any other such adventures. I, on the other hand (for reasons still unknown), decided that the best course of action would be to bombard my still-reeling consciousness with as much and as many psychedelic drugs as were readily available in the shortest possible period of time. (I didn't actually 'decide' this, it just happened).

Well, after a long, seemingly uneventful drive to the party (more on this later), I set the wheels in motion to score some acid, and took it at about 9ish, after a small line of some nice meth donated by a generous benefactor. At around the same time, my friend and I had been recounting our recent adventures to any who would listen, and offering salvia to as many as I thought my small supply would accommodate (about 6 people I think). I won't try to describe these peoples' experiences, except to say that some frequently used words/phrases were 'weird', 'disturbing', 'like nitrous oxide', and 'it was like I was caught in a time loop and I would be stuck in this combi for the whole night'.

Well, the acid came on, and was quite strong. During this period, dubbed for sake of reference the 'pre-insanity' period, I enjoyed the trip, dancing and chatting and laughing. At what I guessed was the peak of the trip, I decided that it would be a great idea to smoke some more salvia. Unlike before, I felt very little immediate effects, and thought it mustn't have worked. It turned out, however, that this hit of salvia was the rough equivalent of smoking a few hits of good acid, along with some nice buds, and a healthy dose of paranoia. My memories of the next hour are blurred, incomplete and possibly manufactured, but I do remember a vague feeling of physical and mental discomfort. The most significant event of the 'post-insanity' period was so extremely intense and real that even now, hours afterward, I still shrink away from considering all the possible implications. What happened was this - just before smoking the salvia, a friend said something to me about how the guy who had driven us to the party had said something to suggest that I didn't like the bumpy roads or something. This puzzled me at the time, but I quickly forgot about it. It came back soon after, however, in all its earth-shattering significance. The fact is, that while we were driving to the party,  I (still feeling a strong salvia buzz from the earlier smoke) had had an imaginary conversation with this friend (the one who was driving) about how it was a very bumpy and scary ride, but I didn't blame his driving because it was all due to the bumpy roads. At least I thought  it was imaginary at the time…. Suddenly, I wasn't sure what I had really said out loud and what I had just thought. I still clearly remembered that this conversation had occurred purely in my head, but now it seemed that the other person knew all about it…I came to the conclusion that either :

1) I had gone insane after becoming a plank in the bottom of a small rowboat, and was saying out loud what I though was just in my head

OR  (infinitely more disturbing )

2) My friend, and most probably everyone else as well, was able to read my mind.

It was this second conclusion that really screwed me up, as I tried to empty my mind of all thoughts that I didn't want anyone else to know about, and replaced them with all of these false thoughts so that they wouldn't get suspicious when they read my mind and found it devoid of thought. I decided that the only way to ensure the effectiveness of this ploy was to actually believe the false thoughts myself, so they would become my real thoughts and the mind readers wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Thankfully, I realised the foolishness of this practice before I had totally reconstructed my identity, and I managed to sort out the real from the false thoughts (I hope…). However I was still  very spun-out by the whole 'mind-reading hypothesis', and found myself thinking that maybe that last cone was not such a good idea. Obviously I didn't think about that very much though, because when morning came I decided that another cone was in order. Luckily, this one was much less intense than the 'pre-to-post-insanity boundary cone', and all that happened was that the whole thing (ie existence) seemed like a corny joke from an old home video in which I was being unsuccessfully persuaded to stand up.

It is now 1:00pm on Saturday, and I am still feeling the acid, as well as a lot of tiredness and exhaustion. And I learned:

1) DO NOT handle scalding-hot conepieces, or scalding-hot anything for that matter

2) DO NOT take further psychedelics before previous experiences have been resolved

3) DO NOT offer salvia to those who have not been adequately prepared for the effects

4) DO appreciate that some substances require no further psychoactive additives

5) DO respect age-old religious sacraments as something more than recreational rave-candy

6) DO think twice before reconstructing your entire personality on the basis of a drug-induced paranoia

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3822

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 26, 2001	Views: 31,641

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Betel Nut (92), Salvia divinorum (44), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I am writing this the after my trip and am both mentally and physically exhausted.  The day began with me and two other friends.  They were completely indifferent about preparation (because they have experience with acid) and therefore I was too.  Before going into the trip a whirlwind of thoughts such as anticipation, fear, and excitement were spinning around in my head (which I assume is typical of first time users). Both of my friends took one and 1/2 hits and I took only one.  We dropped at approximately 7:00 and it was about 8:00 when it began to take effect.

The first phase was an electric charge of energy, and a mild tingling sensation that consumed my whole body.  It intensified and at times became almost overwhelming.  The only negative effects to note were slight nausea and an acidic taste in the back of my throat.  The next phase was one of bliss and ecstacy.  All of my senses were altered, not only enhanced but distorted and this also created great confusion.  The visuals were not as impressive as I imagined they would be but they were impressive nontheless.  Walls were pulsating and light in contrast to dark radiated beautifully.  I tend to get carried away with philosophizing and over-analyze everything. So when the acid stimulated this trait it became the theme of the trip, not just for myself but my friends as well.

I would like to discuss how it heightened my appreciation of music.  I decided to take a break from my friends' company and walked towards a room where a stereo is located.  The Grateful Dead was on and I remember just being so struck by its sincerity.  I could just sense all the emotion being injected in to this man's voice.  Also my sense of taste and feel were impacted profoundly.  We were eating from a vegetable tray and I was just infatuated with how it all felt in my hands, the texture was exquisite and the taste was incredible.

Anyways back to the theme... we all became extremely analytical almost to the point of pretentiousness.  I felt as though I was discovering myself, my friends, the world, life etc.. I think I would describe it as a revelation, but just like that it would be forgotten or it would just be meaningless.  I have so much more to say but the length of this report is absurd so I will just explain what I have learned from my experience with acid... I take myself too seriously.  I search for meaning and depth in things that simply do not have either.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3928

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 26, 2001	Views: 8,083

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


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

		   T+ 1:30
		 3 tablets
		 oral
		 Piracetam

		   T+ 9:30
		 0.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 10:30
		 0.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:59

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   51 kg

I met up with some friends and we decided to go party in the mountains of Costa Rica. We went up there, about 32 km away from the city, a perfect party place. It was about 2:00 pm, and we were all happy.

We set up the DJ’ing equipment and immediately I came up with the idea of seeking shrooms since there are cows in the lawn. We didn’t find any, as the excessive rain let little sun set the appropriate temperature for them to grow.

Frustrated as we were, we decided to drop some acid. We did, and I dropped half a hit. I began DJ’ing, mixing some stomping goa to warm us up. A friend I met that day came up to me with some pills, Nootropil (Piracetam), said to have a powerful enhancement on psychotropic drugs such as acid. I dropped 3 orange pills (Nootropil), hoping I would have a good trip. That was at T+1.30.

As I began to mix the stompiest goa I have, the effects kicked in. It was a good trip, the good vibes seemed to come from everywhere. I met a guy, and within two or three looks on the eye, I knew we would have a great trip together.

And this is where I lost the notion of time. I was in a timeless environment, I forgot there was such thing as time.

We seemed to focus on the same details of the trip, laughing at exactly the same things. Explosive laughter, which creates a chain reaction. Sometimes I would try to explain something I thought or vice versa, and by saying 4 or 5 words he would perfectly understand. Hours later, we had discovered we were extremely attached to each other, and we were acting as One. At night, we decided to drop some xtc. I dropped half a pinky. It was the first time I did x, and I thought doing it while tripping must be great. I didn’t feel anything for about 40 minutes. At that time, I went upstairs to find out the rest of my friends were laying on the floor, in a chill out bliss. I sat with them but felt a little uncomfortable, so I went back downstairs to sit in an armchair. Morg sat in front of me and asked “do you feel it?”. I replied I didn’t, because I hadn’t felt anything acid hadn’t made me feel before. I started to feel anxious, I smoked a joint and relaxed. Morg repeatedly touched my knee and said “do you feel this now?”. When he was doing it, I didn’t feel anything unusual, but upon removing his fingers from my knee I felt a direct connection with him, and a growing feeling of bliss. I started to play with the wind, because it felt incredibly good. It made me extremely talkative. Once I stopped talking I realized how how I was.

He suggested me to stop talking for a while, but when I did it, I tried to talk to him mentally. I was very surprised to find out I could, and everytime I did it felt like energy flowing throughout the spine and giving me extreme pleasure.

Later on, he and my friends decided to drop another 1/2, to which I couldn’t agree to because I had no money and no pills left. Morg sat next to me and said “I couldn’t take more x without you, you’ve been my trip partner and I need you to go up with me”. He gave me a full hit, and I took half of it because it was my first time and I was afraid I could OD. I didn’t notice much difference, except for a couple of rushes where I couldn’t stop trancing with pleasure. One hour later, we decided to drop the rest of it. That’s where I became demented.

The acid trip was unnoticeable at that time, but the connection with Morg was growing and it didn’t seem to stop. As of then, I could see in his eyes what he was thinking, and we could easily communicate telepathically. I decided to let go of everything and enhance the trip. I mixed some more minutes, and left a mixed Oakenfold CD playing. I went outside to find out I was alone, but my friends were about 50 meters from the house. I walked up to them, and as I appeared we all hugged together, it was a fivefold hug. I felt intense pleasure, almost orgasmic, and found out that place, by the woods, was an energy spot. I walked up to the house, and Morg ran up to me and yelled “I can’t believe how hard I’m tripping! Dude, I’m still tripping, this is unbelievable!” As he said that, I felt all the acid multiply its effect exponentially, to the point of extreme delirium. And that happened in about 20 seconds, an incredible rush. I was hit so hard I immediately began to hallucinate... 11 hours after dropping such a small amount of LSD.

But the weirdest part of the story, is that Morg and I fusioned into a Perfect Unity, to the point of hallucinating exactly the same things at the same time. It was a collective trip, something unbelievable. We first saw a hole in a cloud, like a black hole, the cloud sucking itself inside, but coming out from the other side, like an organic structure, it had a cycle. The black hole slowly evolved into two perfect Niagara cascades, one in front of the other. It was so detailed I could see the trees around it, the waterfalls, the evaporation, the rocks, everything in full colour. We were screaming in ecstasy because those waterfalls were intensely beautiful. All of a sudden, ALL the sky split in two, with a tidal wave effect -Moses-like- when he spreads the oceans in the bible. This happened with a rain of energy, I could feel drops of energy going inside me, it felt incredibly good. When the show ended, I looked at Morg and shouted “DID YOU SEE AND FEEL AND HEAR THAT????” to which he looked overwhelmed at me: “dude, don’t tell me you just saw a blackhole which morphed into two niagaras and the sky split and the rain!!!”

We were so shocked by that we just hugged intensely. That hug felt incredibly great, totally blissful. That’s where we realised we were going in a sort of a cycle. We had a “loop”: 1. we went out the house with The Joint (it was sort of sacred, don’t ask me why). 2. we sat on a bench, smoked one or two hits, talked for a minute or two. 3. we had an intense hallucination. 4. we went to the energy-point where we had all hugged together. 5. we hugged intensely and had an illumination, kind of an answer to the trip. 6. we went back inside the house, and upon entering it, the vibes of the music and our friends rushing, we would rush all the way up and rush them all up as well. 7. we talked to them about our trip and had a good laugh.

That loop, we did it at least 20 times uninterruptedly, each time hallucinating stronger and stronger. Once we saw a huge metallic sphere, with red crossed bars and airplanes, YES, AIRPLANES, inside, outside and everywere. I swear we saw exactly the same thing, and I felt Morg see the same thing.

We came up with a theory: rushes come in loops. Therefore, our loops must be the same frequency and hence in phase. That’s why we had so much energy, our trip was in fact a multiplied trip from his and mine. But the people inside the house had rushes in cycles that didn’t match, so there was kind of a permanent high ambient inside the house, due also to the dreamtrance that was playing. The loop we did together was a representation of the cycle of our rushes, so that’s why we always hallucinated at the same bench and felt everything identical.

I once got connected with the Moon. Everything seemed to produce its own vibes, and I could lower or heighten my frequency to be in phase with them. I got connected with the trees, the rocks, the bushes, the people, Morg intensely, and as I look up to the sky, I saw the most perfect Moon I ever saw. It wasn’t full, but the details were so subtle I immediately reached up to it. I felt it try to reach me, and I saw MY HAND MORPHING INTO THE MOON, which had by the time the size of half my visual field.

It was unbelievable. A sort of Love where only the spiritual is important, physical is insignificant. A direct connection, a perfect Unity.

The trip only seemed to keep on multiplying its amplitude, we were having an extreme fantastic delirium, supernatural demency, ecstatic and peaceful bliss, orgasmic interpretation of all signals, catapulted creativity.

We were in a different world. When the sun finally started to rise, I felt weeks had gone through, as if my trip had lasted about 45 days. One side of the sky was dark, the other one was light. This made us very confused, and we assumed it was about 5:30 P.M!! but instead of going down, the sun was going up! The sky began to dance with the music.

We decided we needed to sleep, and upon closing our eyes we had lots of visualisations we shared by thought.

I still don’t believe the intensity of that trip, the connection, the loss of the notion of time...

In the morning, we felt so good we decided to pick up ALL the thrash there was in Nature, since she had given us such an unbelievable journey. We picked up every single cigarette butt, and watched the sky and the flowers smile at us for doing such a kind thing. I felt happier than ever, since I love the Nature.

Today, days after the epic journey, I still feel myself rolling from time to time, mostly when I smoke weed and listen to trance music. I feel connected to Morg even though I met him that day. I know a long and lovely relationship is born, which makes me internally smile in bliss.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 4065

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 26, 2001	Views: 14,724

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Last night was new year's eve, and now it is 2001. I had recently purchased two hits of the yellow/orange sun design of paper acid.

The evening commenced at a pool party outside in a heated pool, with a bubble tent thing over it all. About 15 people were there but I was most interested in one. A girl I've known for awhile, but for unclear reasons we never seem to hook up. Anyways, the night was going well, it was already awesome just to be with her, especially on such a night as new year's eve.

Halfway through this her ex-boyfriend showed up and almost ruined everything. I debated on whether or not to take the acid, but everything turned out awesome. After midnight I went over to another party so that I could ingest the dose in semi-peace, that way she didn't know what I was doing. I dropped it and smoked a joint and a bowl and headed back to her friend's house where she was staying. About 5 people were there, but they were half asleep.

I started to feel it a little before I went over there. I think they knew what was going on, or at least that I was on something. They probably just thought I was high. Anyways, the gitteryness had already passed at the other person's house...I mean, it was still there but I was into the other things, just feeling enhancment. What we did that night I don't know, but it was like our minds and souls were melded together. Time didn't exist...I kept drifting off into this weird dream world. But at the same time I was still wired and awake with her, cuddling and doing whatnot. We didn't have sex, or any other alternatives to sex, but the whole experience was better than sex can ever be normally. It was heaven...what I felt couldn't be described. This was my first acid trip, it is too hard to explain.

After I left there at 4 am (dropped the acid at 12:30), I was peaking I think. Walls looked like they were just kind of rippling slowly, breathing, doorcracks would breathe. I left and went back to my buddy's house. My other friend had tripped too that night, but I didn't see him. At his house I lit up and saw tracers galore. It was amazing...the whole experience. I didn't get to sleep 'til 8 this morning and that was after I smoked 4 more bowls by myself.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 4466

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 26, 2001	Views: 10,546

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


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

		   T+ 0:00
		 2400 mg
		 oral
		 Piracetam
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 5:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 7:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 8:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   50 kg

Last saturday I met up with some friends and we decided to go party in the mountains of Costa Rica. We went up there, about 32 km away from the city, a perfect party place. It was about 2:00 pm, and we were all happy.

We set up the DJ’ing equipment and immediately I came up with the idea of seeking shrooms since there are cows in the lawn. We didn’t find any, as the excessive rain let little sun set the appropriate temperature for them to grow.

Frustrated as we were, we decided to drop some acid and party on. We did, and I dropped ½ a hit. I began DJ’ing, mixing some stomping goa to warm us up. I did excellent mixes, by the way. A friend I met that day came up to me with some pills, Nootropil (Piracetam), said to have a powerful enhancement on psychotropic drugs such as acid. It is said to connect both brain hemispheres, thus multiplicating the visuals effects. He said that hallucinations are tens of times more intense, more vivid, and the rush of creativity is catapulted. One can experience a trip that will change one’s life, as I did. I dropped 3 orange pills (Nootropil), hoping I would have a good trip. That friend told me they were actually great for the brain, it is given to Alzheimer’s so they can have mind clarity.

As I began to mix the stompiest goa I have, the effects kicked in. It was a good trip, the good vibes seemed to come from everywhere. I met a guy, and within two or three looks on the eye, I knew we would have a great trip together.

We seemed to focus on the same details of the trip, laughing at exactly the same things. Explosive laughter, which creates a chain reaction, you know? Sometimes I would try to explain something I thought or vice versa, and by saying 4 or 5 words he would perfectly understand. Let’s say, I thought the sound of a really quiet mouse in the house was coming from under the ground, I would say something quite –broken- such as “did you hear that?” and before I could finish he would come up with something like “it’s an underground rabbit that’s trying to run away from your mouse, and just because you heard it, doesn’t mean it’s really there, cause maybe we’re just in a weird trip, and this would mean we need to go under the ground, because I feel some vibes are in there. Let’s seek that mouse... wait a minute…”. And there we exploded in acid laughter. Everytime he said something, he made more sense, and vice-versa. Let’s say his name’s Morg.

Hours later, we had discovered we were extremely attached to each other, and we were acting as One. At night, we decided to drop some xtc. I dropped half a pinky (awesome). It was the first time I did x, and I thought doing it while tripping must be great. I didn’t feel anything for about 40 minutes. At that time, I went upstairs to find out the rest of my friends were laying on the floor, in a chill out bliss. I sat with them but felt a little uncomfortable, so I went back downstairs to sit in an armchair. Morg sat in front of me and asked “do you feel it?”. I replied I didn’t, because I hadn’t felt anything acid hadn’t made me feel before. I started to feel anxious, I smoked a joint and relaxed.

 Morg repeatedly touched my knee and said “do you feel this now?”. When he was doing it, I didn’t feel anything unusual, but upon removing his fingers from my knee I felt a direct connection with him, and a growing feeling of bliss. I started to play with the wind, because it felt incredibly good. One thing about xtc, it can make you extremely talkative and that can be all in your trip. You may experience nothing, but if you stop talking you’ll realise how high you are.

He suggested me to stop talking for a while, but when I did it, I tried to talk to him mentally. I was very surprised to find out I could, and everytime I did it felt like energy flowing throught the spine and giving me extreme pleasure.

Later on, he and my friends decided to drop another 1/2, to which I couldn’t agree because I had no money and no pills left. Morg sat next to me and said “I couldn’t take more x without you, you’ve been my trip partner and I need you to go up with me”. He gave me a full hit, and I took half of it because it was my first time and I was afraid I could OD. I didn’t notice much difference, except for a couple of rushes where I couldn’t stop trancing with pleasure. One hour later, we decided to drop the rest of it. That’s where I became demented.

The acid trip was unnoticeable at that time, but the connection with Morg was growing and it didn’t seem to stop. As of then, I could see in his eyes what he was thinking, and we could easily communicate telepathically. I decided to let go of everything and enhance the trip. I mixed some more minutes, and left a mixed Oakenfold CD playing. I went outside to find out I was alone, but my friends were about 50 meters from the house. I walked up to them, and as I appeared we all hugged together, it was a fivefold hug. I felt intense pleasure, almost orgasmic, and found out that place, by the woods, was an energy spot.

I walked up to the house, and Morg ran up to me and yelled “I can’t believe how hard I’m tripping! Dude, I’m still tripping, this is unbelievable!” As he said that, I felt all the acid multiply its effect exponentially, to the point of extreme delirium. And that happened in about 20 seconds, an incredible rush. I was hit so hard I immediately began to hallucinate... 11 hours after dropping such a small amount of lsd.

But the weirdest part of the story, is that Morg and I fusionned into a Perfect Unity, to the point of hallucinating exactly the same things at the same time. It was a collective trip, something unbelievable. We first saw a hole in a cloud, like a black hole, the cloud sucking itself inside, but coming out from the other side, like an organic structure, it had a cycle. The black hole slowly evolved into two perfect Niagara cascades, one in front of the other. It was so detailed I could see the trees around it, the waterfalls, the evaporation, the rocks, everything in full colour. We were screaming in ecstasy because those waterfalls were intensely beautiful.

All of a sudden, ALL the sky split in two, with a tidal wave effect –Moses-like- when he spreads the oceans in the bible. This happened with a rain of energy, I could feel drops of energy going inside me, it felt incredibly good. When the show ended, I looked at Morg and shouted “DID YOU SEE AND FEEL AND HEAR THAT????” to which he looked overwhelmed at me: “dude, don’t tell me you just saw a blackhole which morphed into two niagaras and the skysplit and the rain!!!”

We were so shocked by that we just hugged intensely. That hug felt incredibly great, totally blissful. That’s where we realised we were going in a sort of a cycle. We had a “loop”: 1. we went out the house with The Joint (it was sort of sacred, don’t ask me why). 2. we sat on a bench, smoked one or two hits, talked for a minute or two. 3. we had an intense hallucination. 4. we went to the energy-point where we had all hugged together. 5. we hugged intensely and had an illumination, kind of an answer to the trip. 6. we went back inside the house, and upon entering it, the vibes of the music and our friends rushing, we would rush all the way up and rush them all up as well. 7. we talked to them about our trip and had a good laugh.

That loop, we did it at least 20 times uninterruptedly, each time hallucinating stronger and stronger. Once we saw a huge metallic sphere, with red crossed bars and airplanes, YES, AIRPLANES, inside, outside and everywere. I swear we saw exactly the same thing, and I felt Morg see the same thing.

We came up with a theory: rushes come in loops. Therefore, our loops must be the same frequency and hence in phase. That’s why we had so much energy, our trip was in fact a multiplied trip from his and mine. But the people inside the house had rushes in cycles that didn’t match, so there was kind of a permanent high ambient inside the house, due also to the dreamtrance that was playing. The loop we did together was a representation of the cycle of our rushes, so that’s why we always hallucinated at the same bench and felt everything identical.

I once got connected with the Moon. Everything seemed to produce its own vibes, and I could lowen or highen my frequency to be in phase with them. I got connected with the trees, the rocks, the bushes, the people, Morg intensely, and as I look up to the sky, I saw the most perfect Moon I ever saw. It wasn’t full, but the details were so subtle I immediately reached up to it. I felt it try to reach me, and I saw MY HAND MORPHING INTO THE MOON, which had by the time the size of half my visual field.

Morg was feeling the energy flowing intensely as well.

It was unbelievable. A sort of Love where only the spiritual is important, physical is insignificant. A direct connection, a perfect Unity.

The trip only seemed to keep on multiplicate its amplitude, we were having an extreme fantastic delirium, supernatural demency, ecstatic and peaceful bliss, orgasmic interpretation of all signals, catapulted creativity.

We were in a different world. When the sun finally started to rise, I felt weeks had gone through, as if my trip had lasted about 45 days. One side of the sky was dark, the other one was light. This made us very confused, and we assumed it was about 5:30 P.M!! but instead of going down, the sun was going up! We were laughing hysterically when we saw a huge purple locomotive going thru the sky with sounds, having morphed from a hand that was spreading like a flower. When it reached the center of the sky, it morphed into a seed. I said “look, it’s going to grow” and it did! A beautiful shining deep green tree sprouted from the seed, and slowly began to “expand”, to give birth to a smaller, more yellow-ish tree. We assumed it was the big tree’s son.

When we looked at each other, and we realised what we had saw, we were hysterically screaming, but in extreme bliss of delirium, the greatest feeling I had ever had.

The sun was coming up, and the sky began to dance with the music. That was the most perfect trip ever. The sky seemed reversed when we looked at it again, we were thinking out loud: “I can’t believe I’m tripping THIS hard!”...

We decided we needed to sleep, and upon closing our eyes we had lots of visualisations we shared by thought.

I still don’t believe the intensity of that trip, the connection, the loss of the notion of time...

In the morning, we felt so good we decided to pick up ALL the thrash there was in Nature, since she had given us such an unbelievable journey. We picked up every single cigarette butt, and watched the sky and the flowers smile at us for doing such a kind thing. I felt happier than ever, since I love the Nature.

Today, days after the epic journey, I still feel myself rolling from time to time, mostly when I smoke weed and listen to trance music. Like now :). I feel connected to Morg even though I met him that day. I know a long and lovely relationship is born, which makes me internally smile in bliss.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3886

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 26, 2001	Views: 19,283

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

It had been about 8 or 9 months since my last trip, and during that time I was constantly looking for acid.  Finally, about 2 or 3 weeks ago a shitload of what I would find to be VERY strong acid came through town.  So my friend A called me up and asked if I wanted to buy some and trip with him the next day.  I, of course, agreed and we put our money together and purchased about 15 hits.

The next day, I went over to his house at about 10:00 AM and we ended up dropping at about 10:30 after his mom left for work.  Right after we dropped we started to clear his room of anything that might scare us into a bad trip.  After that we started listening to some music.

Suprisingly, I could feel it start to come on about 20 minutes after dropping.  I was feeling giggly and lightheaded.  We went into his living room and watched the ceiling wave and the streams of color flow through it.  A few minutes into the ceiling watching our friend J called and said he was going to come over and fuck with us.  This is when it gets a little fuzzy.  Altough I was already tripping hard I could still feel it coming on stronger.  Before J got there we went back to A's room and chilled.  That is my last fully clear memory of the trip, but I also remember a few scattered things.

I remember J being in the room and laying on A's bed when J informs us that A's dad just got home.  It was hard for me to understand what was going on, because I would see like a few little frames of what was happening, then I would fall into my trip, and then I would come back out and see a few more frames like time had completely stopped while I was in my deep trip.  The next thing I remember is A begging J to take him to the hospital.  Then I remember being outside and running around in A's front yard into bushes and stuff.  Then I remember J holding onto me and I asked him if he was really J.  He then asked me who I was and I told him I was my drug dealer N.  Then I remember being on a porch swing and seeing the real N, some girl, some guy, and A naked in the backseat of a car.  At the time I thought that these were all hallucinations, but I later found out that they were all real.  Then we went in N's house and I came down at about 6 or 7 PM.

During my trip I thought that all of these things were a dream.  There was even a period between running in A's front yard and sitting in the swing where J took me to his friend's house and I played with Christmas lights and could only say 'Whoa' and 'What?' that I don't remember at all.  I later learned that I had eaten 8 hits of what was said to be REALLY good acid.  A also neglected to mention that the dude he bought it from said we shouldn't take more than two.  This experience taught me that LSD is way more powerful than I thought and to respect it.  A has sworn off acid for good, I however will probably continue to explore my mind, but at much lower dosages.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 4592

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 28, 2001	Views: 9,225

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 drop
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

I have just started to use drugs regularly and I was anxious to try LSD because I heard of how wonderful the tripping experience was from friends. We came upon our trip by accident on a Wednesday night, just by being in the right place at the right time while we were purchasing some marijuana.  A friend paid the five dollars for my boyfriend and I to trip together (one hit apiece) and took three for himself.  We took our drops at about 6:45.  I remember that they were minty, like breath drops, and that I had to stick my tongue out to recieve the drop.  We then smoked the ceremonial bowl that comes from buying from our dealer.

We all got in the car and decided to go and get some food.  We smoked a joint on the way and I was feeling a little high when we entered the restaurant.  My back also had a huge knot in it for some reason, right in the center and nothing that I did could fix it, but soon, I forgot about it.  There were four of us that night and three of us took the LSD.  As soon as we walked through the door, we started to laugh at something stupid that someone said.  The cashier just looked at us.  I was looking at the board trying to choose what I wanted to eat and I remember how bright the board was and how much all of the lights in the restaurant hurt my eyes.  I felt like I was moving in slow motion and I thought that everything was funny.  Throughout the whole meal, all four of us just laughed at everything.  We were bring loud and obnoxious but we didn't notice it then.

We got back into the car and went to pick up another friend.  As we were driving we listened to Primus and the music felt like it was inside of me.  My whole body felt like it was completely open to every sound and light.  My friend who had taken three drops got out of the car at one point to look at the full moon that was covered by clouds.  When I looked up, it looked as though the clouds were breathing and stretching down towards me.  Rays of light shot out of the moon and reached down to the ground.

I was having so much fun, just laughing and chatting with my friends.  More than anything, I just observed what was going on around me.  After we smoked the blunt we headed home because my boyfriend had to be in by his 10 pm curfew.  On the way to J's house, the 'service engine soon' light came on in my boyfriend's car.  It's a bright orange color and I found myself staring at the light.  All that I could see what that light.  We dropped J (who had taken three hits) off at home and then headed to my dorm room, talking the whole way about life in general.  When I kissed my boyfriend, it felt like sparks were exploding between us.

In my room, I sat at my computer and stared at the wallpaper on the computer.  It is a trippy design to begin with, but the more I looked at it, I realized that the wallpaper was crawling around on the screen.  Every light looked incredibly bright and when I looked in the mirror, I saw that my pupils were hugely dilated.   Stared for about two hours at my computer screen, watching it crawl and melt.  I decided to lay down at 2 AM because my room mate was also going to bed and I just lay down in my bed and watched the red digital clock changing.  I slept restlessly as well.

When I woke up, I felt weak and lights still seemed extremely bright.  In the shower, I kept zoning out and staring at the floor.  My arms and legs felt a little strange as well, like they were filled with stuffing instead of with flesh and blood.  By that night, I was feeling back to 100% again.

It was a good trip and I loved it.  I loved feeling completely open to anything.  I was aware of everything, but I was detached from it.  I was just an observer that night, not an active part in the world and I liked it that way.  It wasn't overly intense and I didn't get stressed by the people or situations around me because my friends knew what we were doing and how it felt.  It was an all around good experience and I'm looking forward to doing it again.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5083

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 11, 2002	Views: 8,699

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