           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

Looking back over the last year of my life I have many conflicting feelings. I have grown and changed as a person tremendously, and one area in which my attitudes have most changed is my drug use. In high school I always had a reputation as a big partier, and I was a pothead. I would go to school high every day pretty much, but managed to pull off pretty good grades, this made me think that drugs weren't that big a deal. This line of thinking could have really screwed up my life, and this is what I want to say now.

I got into other drugs slowly, one at a time. I started with shrooms, then moved on to ecstasy. After using the two regularly I began experimenting with other drugs like ketamine, cocaine, etc. I was lucky never to get hooked on something real dangerous like coke, and eventually I grew out of my prescription drugs phase as well as nitrous oxide. I did coke once and never went back. But my real problem was trips. I did acid the first time during the fall semester of my freshmen year in college. I loved the experience. I saw new possibilities and new worlds, my mind was expanding. I discovered a newfound interest in philosophy, psychology, neurochemistry and other areas related to psychedelics. I consumed an enormous amount of drugs over the course of the next few months. I would drop two tabs of acid on school nights then go to class the next day, I would roll on a few pills of E and wake up the next day to binge drink. The drug combinations made a never ending parade of new ways to be out of my mind.

After a time I began to grow discontent with the experiences. Acid would barely faze me after dropping three tabs. One night I took two pills of fairly powerful ecstasy. I was rolling my face off when I started talking to my younger brother about how I thought he was doing too much drugs. I had noticed that he wasn't quite his old self. He was doing acid, ecstasy, and a lot of pot, plus drinking too much. It made me realize that my poor example was what caused him to embark upon the path he had chosen. I promised myself I would do my best to be a better role model in the future. I also have noticed increasingly frequent visual distortions like motion trails and that 'liquid' effect on floor tiles when I'm high and now when I'm not. While I feel just as smart as ever, I wonder if that was the next thing to be affected. I am glad I have decided to cut back on my usage.

From now on I will not take trips for granted, I will be sparing in my use of psychedelics and I have decided to take a long break from ecstasy until there is a very special occasion for it. Other than the occasional shroom trip, the very rare acid trip, one or two more ecstasy rolls, and pot I don't plan on dealing with drugs anymore. By the time I leave college I hope that the only drug I have anything to do with is pot. As for drinking, I've got that way under control now.

Basically, the point of this story is to say I that it's alright to take it easy on the drugs. Save them for special occasions in order to make them even more special, don't become a junky like me.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 5292

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 13, 2002	Views: 17,314

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 6 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 Pharms - Paroxetine
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

What I am about to tell you is the most accurate description I can give of a night in December 2000. Most of the information is taken from a paper I prepared 2 days after the experience. I think about this experience every day, and it's been almost 3 months.

I went over to my friends house. He was having a party with about 60 people. We were smoking a lot of weed. Then someone brought acid over. I am an experienced user with acid, and it wasn't too big of a deal that I decided to take six, although the most I had ever had was five, which was a bad experience due to being on a camping trip. But I was with my friends, and there was always weed if I started to get tense. But what I've learned from this experience and many others, is that weed intensifies the trip significantly.

First, everything started to get louder about 20 minutes after I had taken them. I was experiencing a mild tripping feeling, with slight visuals and feelings of the adrenaline flowing. We started smoking out of a gasmask. I had a lot, like about 10 bowls. I was in my friend's bedroom, where there were only about 5 people. I started to quickly loose reality 1 hour after I had taken them. That's when things got crazy. All in a sudden, SMASH! I fell through the bed I was laying on, fell through the floor, and down to the next level in the apartment, in which the room looked exactly the same. (I only imagined this had happened). I was laying there, my friends still there. I looked at my chest. Guts were hanging out. I could feel severe pain. I didn't say a word. Things are slightly foggy from there, but I do remember knowing I was dead. I was thinking, what did I do to deserve to die? I couldn't move. People who I knew from school who were not at the party were looking at me, knowing I was dead, and saying things like, he was a weirdo, I never did like him, he deserved it. I was in total terror. So this is what death is like.

The ambulance and police came (in my head). I saw the flashers. The cops came in and looked at my dead body. 'Yep thats what acid will do to you' they said smiling. I didn't understand why the music was still playing. I never looked at the imaginary cops directly. My friends were talking about me, about old times. They seemed unusually happy that I was dead. This thought angered me. I kept thinking, what's my coworker, my mom and everyone else going to think when they find out I died when I was tripping. I was wondering when I was going to be dead completely, like going black or going to heaven, hell, or wherever. I was seeing myself almost in the third person, in a pile of blood. I finally got the strength to get up. I thought everyone would be suprised that I was there. My friend was like, 'Are you ok?' I said what the fuck is going on!!!? He calmly said, 'It's a party dude'.  I repeatedly asked him what happened. He said I was just laying there that whole half hour I was on his bed. I looked at where I was lying. There was no blood. I was now experiencing the equivalent to a basic 3 hit trip. I got reality back sooner that I thought I would. The next day, no one will ever know how happy I was to be alive. To this day I am so thankful to be alive, even though I consider my life shitty. I wonder if some parts of the trip were due to Paxil, which I have been taking for months. The times I've tripped while taking Paxil seem to be more intense for a lesser period of time. My point of this story besides sharing my extremely odd and scary experience is, you can be with your best friends and still have a bad trip.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 5348

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 14, 2002	Views: 17,280

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

After a long night at work and a few shots of Jaegermister my 18 year old sister came home to a house full of friends. We all had decided to talk her into tripping with us because it was going to be such a pretty day. After about an hour of coaxing she gave in and ate the cubes.

After about another hour or so it started to kick in. We were all sitting outside in the sun trying to see whatever we could move. I was starring at a rock and for whatever dumb reason I started moving my head back and forth to make the object seem trippy or whatever. I told my sister to try it, it was cool.

That was the beginning of the most horrible drug induced seizure I ever witnessed. After she moved her head up and down a couple times she began to black out. None of us knew what was going on. She began to wave her hand in the air and kept saying 'woah, woah' we all thought that she was swatting at a bee since there was a nest nearby. She then fell into the side of the house and began convulsing.

I could hear her teeth grinding together and I will never forget the way it sounded. We all ran to see what was going on when she started shaking almost in slow motion. Her arms were stuck straight out and turned upside down. We took her into the house and sat her under the air until she became concious again. I kept asking her what her name was and she just looked at me like she didn't even see me. I was horrified and will never, ever trip again.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 5549

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 17, 2002	Views: 27,811

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LSD (2) : Second Hand Report (42), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 25 mg
		 oral
		 5-MeO-DiPT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:20
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Well, the other night I was very bored, so I went to sleep. That's when this strange dream started, that I thought people might be interested in.

-- Begin Dream

I was sitting around reading trip reports on the internet about Foxy, having just purchased some and trying to find something interesting to combine it with since I did not like it by itself. There was no combination mentioned in any of the reports with both LSD and Foxy, so I decided to boldly go where no man had gone before. The 5-MeO-DiPT FAQ suggested that LSD would probably overpower the Foxy and it would not contribute much to the experience... boy were they wrong:

25mg of 5-MeO-DiPT was measured out and ingested.

20 minutes later, when a tryptamine buzz was being felt from the foxy, 2 hits of fairly strong acid were placed under the tongue.

Within 2 hours, both drugs had fully taken effect. The normal world became very 2 dimensional in appearance, but photographs would become 3D. Around an hour was spent thumbing through old photographs and feeling like I was actually there again, remembering everything that happened at the time fully. OEVs were getting extremely intense, to the point where it was becoming very difficult to see straight at points. The ceiling turned to a metallic liquid, and everything just looked wrong. These visuals were much more intense than 2 hits of this acid would normally bring about. Text on my computer monitor became unreadable at several points.

Audio was distorted as well. There were extreme up and down shifts in pitch and speed of music to the point where I could no longer understand the lyrics during the peak. These shifts seemed to correspond to the visuals somehow but I could not quite place how they were related.

The mental effects were much like acid alone, but it seemed as though my thoughts were being 'slurred' somehow, much like the way a very drunk person sounds when they are talking, except to my internal dialogue. This was not the same blending of words that happens to me on acid alone, but more of a messup in the language processing units of the brain that was kind of annoying IMHO.

I was also horny to an extreme level, which I kind of expected considering either of these substances alone turns me into a horny bastard.

On the body load side, there was some mild nausea at the start and some loose stool at T+12h. Muscle tension filled the experience, as well as a hint of the 'overload' feeling I get on high doses of 2C-T-7. Overall, this was an interesting combination, although I described it to a friend the next day as something I would not repeat because of the body load, and I loosely quoted another trip report I had read a long time ago:

'I was dumped out of the experience sometime the next day not having learned much for my troubles and with the general feeling that I'd been insulted somehow.'

--End Dream

So anyway, according to that dream these substances definitely have a synergy, and a very strange one at that, but this dreamer did not find it particularly interesting.

Take care!

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5735

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 22, 2002	Views: 14,982

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LSD (2), 5-MeO-DiPT (57) : Alone (16), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

This experience happened in the early autumn of 1975.  I had had a bad trip on LSD (4 hits) some months earlier (May).  My brother had some friends over to the house, all of whom had just dropped two hits of acid each.  One of these guys had never done acid before.  And there he was, dropping two hits of purple microdot for his first taste.  Oh well.

We all were sitting in the living room, on the floor, lounging in couches or recliners, whatever.  One or two folks were beginning to notice some effects, trails and such.  No one getting giggly yet.  Suddenly, the first timer leaps to his feet from where he was sitting against a wall and announces, 'My God!  I'm having a bad trip!'  All eyes in the room focused on ME.  After all, I was the only one here who had not dropped any acid at the time.  I was also the only one who had ever experienced a bad trip before.  I suppose they all looked at me as some kind of authority.   Well, this was no time to disabuse them of such notions.  I remained slumped in the recliner and smiled beatifically at the first timer.  'You're not having a bad trip, man.'  'I'm not?', he replied in bewilderment.  'No, you're having a great trip.  Just sit down, relax and enjoy it.'  God had spoken, or so it may have seemed to this confused first time psychonaut.  'Okay,' he responded, sat down and pasted a big smile on his face.

The rest of the trip was just fine for all my friends.  They did not remain at the house, but took off for parts unknown about an hour after this incident.  They told me about the experience later.  The key point here is that the first timer, who thought he was having a bad trip, enjoyed himself.  It could have gone otherwise.  If I, or anyone else, had responded to his panicked assertion with sympathy or with concern, we could have fed his belief and reinforced it disastrously.

I am sure most of those reading these reports do not need to be told this.  It is for those who have only limited experience with psychedelics who may have fortuitously stumbled on these vaults.  Take heed.  Always keep a positive outlook, especially if you are functioning as a guide to someone who is new to the psychedelic experience.

Exp Year: 1975	ExpID: 5793

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 4, 2002	Views: 11,797

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LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 0:45
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

This one is a real kicker, and I'm not sure where to start, so I'll start from the beginning.

Every year, Cleveland, Ohio holds a St. Patricks day parade through the streets.  Two friends of mine  take this opportunity to drive to Cleveland (2 hours) and drop acid.  The reason for this is that everyone in Cleveland is drunk in the streets on St. Patricks Day, and we can act goofy and messed up and it's not that unusual.  This year, I decided to join them.

I'm not a heavy drug user, but I tend to experiment with a great variety of substances.  I've done weed on many occasions, nitrous on even more occasions, PCP once by accident, Salvia four or five times with wonderful effects, abused prescription pills by eating, snorting, or smoking them, drank a couple times (dont like it), huffed ether and glade once each, and taken morning glory seeds once (EXTREME POISON).

A couple days before the trip, we all went to a friends house to aquire the lsd.  This went off without a hitch, and we each bought one geltab.  The day of the trip, I woke up at 8:45, and had a light breakfast of coffee and doughnuts.  I was anticipating a wild and fun day, so I was in a really good mood.  I then got in my car and picked up my friends.

I decided to take dose as soon as we left.  This was about 10:15.  Being my first time, I decided to take only half the acid at first.  I let it dissolve under my tongue, and then went on with the car ride as usual.

After 45 minutes had passed, I noticed a slight effect.  Sort of like when I've been awake a long long time and my thinking all funny, but without the sleepiness and other bad effects.  After an hour, we were half way there, and I was definatly tripping.  It was nothing like I had imagined.  I thought of tripping as like being on weed, but with hallucinations.  This is wrong.  When I smoke a lot of weed, I get paranoid and scared.  Not with acid.  The feeling is so incredibly strange, It's really a bizzar high.  At this point, I decided to take the other half of the dose.  We stopped at the McDonalds drive through, and all got O.J.  But it wasnt just oj, it was O  J !!!  I felt so good, I couldnt wipe the smile off my face.  Acid is not scary (but I see how it could be in the wrong situation) its a beautiful, strange feeling.

After arriving at cleveland, we decided to go to the flats.  This is an area with lots of bars and night clubs and craziness.  By this time, I was peaking.  Everything looked so strange, and all my sences were distorted.  We stopped half way there, in the lobby of some law offices to warm up.  The brick wall was made so that the borders of the bricks were uneven, some were square, some pentagons, ect.  I stared at the spot where the bricks met the carpet, and lo and behold, the bricks were moving, and sinking down, pulling the carpet along with them.

When we got to the flats, we pretty much wandered around the streets for several hours.  It was great.  Colors seemed brighter, patterns on walls moved.  The greatest thing about acid, was that the hallucinations were an extention of my mind.  If I concentrate on somthing moving, you can get it to look like its moving!  It's kind of like living in a dream world, where anything can happen.  Everything around me was strange and unfamiliar.  Acid is definatly nothing like I thought it would be.  It's very bizzar, and strange.

That night, I couldnt sleep until 2:00 AM.  I was still feeling funny at this time.  The next day, I still felt funny, but it was managable.  It's been about a week, and I have noticed that the acid has changed me.  My perception of the world is different.  Colors look better, music is more intreuging, and I generally am in a better moodI'm so happy I did it, it's really an experience to think about.  The only word of caution I have is make sure you have ALL DAY AND NIGHT to do nothing but trip and recover.  Personally, I wouldnt want to deal with authority figures even for a good 8 hours after it wears off, it lingered for a LONG time.  Well, thats my experience, so be careful, and have fun!!

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 5818

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 4, 2002	Views: 14,910

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 300 ug
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

In 1964 my mother, a devout religious person, died of a debilitating disease. She had raised me in her religion, but on her passing I was stripped of all faith. If there was a God, how could he have deprived me, and the rest of the world, of the benefit of the most angelic person I have ever encountered? I was bitter and confused, and stayed that way until 1967. Then, on leave from military duty and visiting a friend in California, I had occasion to try LSD for the first time. I knew about Timothy Leary's experimentations, and the term 'religious experience' had loomed in my mind for some time. I was in need of a sort of restoral of faith, needed to know that there is some reason and rhyme to life.

I was given a tablet to swallow by my friend, and sat back against a pillow to wait for the onset of I knew not what. Ravi Shankar's sitar music flowed from the stereo, the room was decorated with tapestries and oriental rugs, mellow lighting made the room warm and comfortable, and incense burned in a wooden holder. My friend and I were dressed comfortably in Indian gauze shirts and loose bell-bottoms and talked softly of times we had shared and things that we'd experienced since we'd been apart. Conversation eventually dissipated into a peaceful silence. As I sat there the room slowly faded from my vision, being replaced by visual memories of the day. Then I was remembering the day before, and the day before that, and every day of my life in vivid brilliance. Memories were not cluttered by experience. On the contrary, they were exact experiences of the original occurences. Emotions were repeated and the sensorial memories were in full detail. I relived every day of my life in reverse order.

The sorrow of Mom's passing was replaced by the joy of her presence in life. I once more felt her gentle caress in my hair, heard her soft words of encouragement. I remembered being a small boy with a skinned knee whose pain dissolved with a kiss to 'make it all better.' I remembered her holding me in her arms and pointing out dewdrops on rose petals in the sunshine of a morning in 1947, the year I was born. I remembered the shock of coming into a world of cold and noise at birth. I remembered the pink and purple abstract swirls of light filtering through her flesh as I floated inside her, and the undecipherable sounds of softness and harshness that had been her and my father talking. I remembered the awareness of being. I remembered a little 'ding,' the sound of a chime, and a spark of light that was my transference to physicality. I remembered being free in the universe, stars and all of space around me, and I had the capability of being anywhere or everywhere all at the same time.

I picked a star and focused on it, and found myself approaching it. You've all seen Star Trek's introductory scene. I don't believe the show was out yet, at least I'd never seen it. That star loomed larger the closer I got to it, and it dawned on me that I may crash into it. But somehow I knew that was the ultimate point, and with that, actually entered the star. I found myself in a place of pure light, a place where all power was centered and all souls were one. I was a creature of light, sharing light and love and power with all the universe. I was an individual part of the all, as a drop of water in the ocean. I was home. I knew that I was a part of the universal energy, love, and power. I had found God and knew that we all, and everything that is, are one. It is said that God is everywhere and in everything. Yes, I am. Yes, we are. Yes, all is. We are tendrils of light intertwining to gather pure experience for that to which we are all tethered, and so the universe is in constant expansion. Profound revelation! The first of many to follow.

The room faded back into my vision, and I was cleansed and illuminated. My friend didn't understand all I tried to relate to him, but did listen intently and tried to fathom where I had been. We both slowly came down, munching on grapes and cheese. I had found the religion that I needed. I continued to take the sacrament (LSD) into the early nineties, and continued to have the cosmic experience, much more than distorted reality, the truly transcendental trip, until I had explored all the dimensionality of the universe. My last trip took me beyond seeing the galaxies merge into cosmic beings, to the point where all creation merged into a little pinpoint of light in the void. I realized that if I went further than that, I would lose sight of creation and be lost in the void. That's okay, if you want to be a lone God and create a new universe, but, hey, I got a life here. And a Purpose. You. I now live a serene life, have taught my children well, and cherish my faith and my memories. Maybe one more time, when I'm ready to check out of this hotel. I want to enjoy my grandchildren a while longer.

Exp Year: 1967	ExpID: 5842

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 5, 2002	Views: 16,075

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LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Retrospective / Summary (11), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 kg

A few weeks ago I had an interesting experience during an overnight geology field trip to the New England fold belt in NSW, Australia. We were staying overnight in a little motel in a rather isolated area, and it seemed that everyone's plans for the evening involved getting drunk. I have never really enjoyed this activity very much, so I decided that some other form of chemical recreation was in order. Entheogens being in short supply, I had to make do with the single hit of acid and 1/2 gram of weed I had on me.

Me and a friend decided to split the acid tab, for a relatively mild experience. I had taken acid a number of times before, but this was only her second experience. We dropped the acid after dinner, and patiently awaited the effects.

After about 30 minutes I could feel the first effects of the acid, during a game of pool. We decided to head outside to the fire that had been set up, and as we left the pool room my friend indicated that she was also starting to feel mild effects, most noticably a perceived increase in temperature.

We sat around the fire for a while, enjoying observing and analysing the behaviour of our inebriated colleagues (an activity which I find very interesting while tripping), and then wandered down to a little stream nearby. By now I was well and truly feeling the acid, and I was pleasantly suprised by the potency, given the small dose. Notable effects were the intricate patterns formed by the tall trees as a slight breeze blew through their leaves, and the various images visible in the reflections off the surface of the water. My friend pointed out something on the other side of the stream (I think it was a rock) that looked exactly like a monk sitting in a full lotus. The next couple of hours were spent moving between pool room, fire and stream, with pleasant, but not mind-blowing, entheogenic effects.

At around 2am (I think), most people had turned in for the night, and we decided a joint was in order to help us get to sleep (we had to leave at 7 the next morning). I got the joint that I had rolled earlier out of our room and we took it down to the fire, sharing it amongst a few friends. I should mention that I have smoked weed while tripping on numerous occasions, usually with disapointing effect, ranging from nothing at all to an irritable tiredness, like coming down from a speed run. This joint, on the other hand, totally blew me away. I found it extremely hard to communicate verbally, or even to move. Looking into the fire produced an instant display of fluid images, and the drunken antics of those around me took on such an hilarious aspect that I could not refrain from occasionally breaking into hysterical giggles. One guy in particular was telling a story and it was the funniest thing I had ever head in my life. This effect was similar to my first few experiences with marijuana.

Eventually we decided to go to bed to try and get a bit of sleep. There were 4 other people sleeping in our room when we got there, and we tried to be as quiet as possible (with very little success, I should add). It was when I lay down in that pitch black room that I had one of the strongest entheogenic experiences of my life. Closed eye visuals consisted of the typical swirling patterns and colours, but their intensity and richness rivalled my strongest acid experiences - all this off 1/2 a tab! More intense still were the physical and aural effects, no doubt aided by the weed. The sound of everyone breathing made me aware of a connection I had with each of them, in that we were all sharing each others' air. This gave rise to a feeling of physical connection, like we were all joined in a sort of spiderweb pattern. At this point I openned my eyes, and immediately became aware that I was no longer inside my physical body. I was a single point of conciousness, floating in a dome-like space. I (the point) started to emit music, of a very peculiar kind. I should mention that the previous day, during one of many long bus rides, the radio was tuned to some sort of '80's Marathon'. I guess I must have been heavily influenced by that, because the music I was making (inside this dome, not in the outside world) was sort of a hybrid of 80's new wave and psychedelic trance. This music was so beautiful, and its beauty was enhanced by the way it circled around the domed walls and returned to my point-conciousness with added singing, in some strange language I could not understand.

Needless to say, I did not get any sleep that night, as the worlds I was visiting were far too interesting. As I mentioned earlier, this was one of my most intense entheogenic experiences to date, despite the extremely low dosage. The synergy of the acid and marijuana was undoubtedly responsible, as throughout the experience I could feel myself as a mediator between the acid's celestial energy and the marijuana's terrestrial energy. The experience was also enhanced by the setting, very secluded and relaxing, especially down by the stream. In all, this was definitely a 10/10 experience.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3707

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 25, 2001	Views: 16,331

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   66.6 kg

This may be a little hazy.  I'd had a few mushroom trips and much acid before, but this time things got too crazy and started interfering with real life (altered it forever).  I went with a couple of girls I knew up to a winter solstice dance party north of Auckland.  We went in but it turned out to be more of a club thing, lots of people drinking so we went out to the beach.  Teresa put a tab on my tongue.  Driving down the hill it started coming on like the adrenaline you get from falling on a rollercoaster.

Get out to the beach.  It's a full moon and beautiful the sand's glowing.  I'd been reading books and developing an almost obsessional interest in telepathy and psychic stuff and spiritual stuff.  I am convinced there's some truth in everything.  Anyway, along with the feelings of unity and realising the interconnectedness of everything I started noticing the barriers being blurred too much.  I was getting my usual hallucinations of these changing geometric beautiful patterns.  And the girls I was with (who I didn'Teresa really know that well at the time) started describing what I what seeing.  So I changed the patterns.  It seemed to me they described that too.  Wow.  This was amazing.  It made sense that our thoughts could be connected in some way...other people had told me about telepathic experiences while tripping.  Both of the girls kind of looked like witches under this desert moon, One of them turned to me and said 'your mind is like a jumper, it's unraveling and it won'Teresa stop until it's all gone'.  I mean I can tell between what's real and what's not I try to be real scientific about it.  I started having these telepathic conversations with them.  Everything that was spoken was directly in synch to the 'silent talking'.

We drove down to another beach while the sun rose.  We had a smoke to send us off to sleep.  Before Teresa fell asleep she laughed this maniacal laugh and said 'only normal people sleep in their cars don'Teresa they'.  They fell asleep but the pot just made my mind go faster.  Anyway 10 minutes later I hear this guy in the carpark, hell rough and swearing at his little dog -- hecomes over to the car  stares in and says 'Only normal people sleep in their cars don'Teresa they!'.  And me who's not tripping but mind racing's thinking what the fuck....I mean cooincidences happen...but did she make this happen? I'm trying to make sense of all these connections.  I start seeing/noticing more and more connections.  I went walking and tried to centre myself.

Back to the city I'm dealing with life but my mind's going fast.  A few weeks later I go away with some friends to a bach near the mountain. I'd been reading a lot of Zen stuff and thinking about the problems in the world.  I concluded that basically what was wrong with the world was that people were selfish, too egocentric, so (this is so naive and stupid in retrospect) I went and practised this yoga breathing technique I'd read about where I'd hyperventilate then hold my breath until my body would shake.  This technique in the book I was reading was supposed to result in union with the divine.  I intended to throw my ego away.  I heard this roaring wind and I was getting closer and closer to something, except it seemed cold and harsh, I was about to jump off into nowhere when I saw this flash in my head of me and Teresa in bed together (we'd been playing these mind games with each other for a while but I was more interested in a friend of hers). I got up walked out of the room and all the lights were out.  The others were lighting candles and checking the fuses, which were alright.  15 minutes later the lights came back on spontaneously.  Weird.

The next morning I went outside and tried to channel this universal energy through me.  All these little birds came and flew around me.  For real... I went back inside and others were playing cards, I focussed my energy and won round after round after round, it was unreal, like these extra parts of the universe were being revealed to me.  I guess I had a bit of a messiah complex, without taking things literally.  To cut a long story short I ended up hooking up with Teresa, went back to Auckland, found out she was a junkie and tried to make her stop, one night she'd taken some more maybe too much and she would pass out from pain withdrawing, I tried to use my healing powers (cause I thought the mind can do anything) and tried to take the pain out of her into me cause I could handle it.  Me whose mind's been speeding for the past two months.  Anyway it was at this point I started hearing voices.  Evil destructive shit.  Trying to convince me I was evil and twisted.  Despite my meglomania I'm real peaceful and nice mostly.   These voices would try and take me apart.

The relationship ended up being codependent and unhealthy and lifeless as my world got progressively warped.  I stopped going to art school and stayed home to help her get through withdrawal and that.  Heroin is fucking evil, I was curious before but having seen the bad side I'd never do it...anyway from somewhere I got this crazy idea she would die without me and being the stupid martyr I was , I have no regrets but I could have sorted it out if it weren't for my cerebral madness.  Ended up going to the psychiatrist, on medication for 6-8 months.  Pot brings the voices back.  They are like fully-fledged humans (if humans had wings) I mean totally unique personalities.  I still hear voices sometimes.  Mostly they accentuate doubt and fear.  But there are good ones as well.  When I was younger I always wanted some kind of tragedy but when faced with it life is too precious and beautiful to discard.  The relationship ended on New Year's Eve 2000.  I lost a lot of my self-respect, cause I clung on a little too long because I was losing my mind and everything else.

I miss tripping.  Psychiatry doesn't really know shit, but if I was to trip again I could be opening myself up to a lot of trouble.  On the upside I've learnt a lot, and there's this whole spiritual growth thing.  Some drugs can help, others can hurt.   And be careful what you wish for.  I've experienced enough to be completely humbled and in awe of the universe, and convinced time and again in all the psychic stuff.  Many layers of reality. These are things that will come naturally like a flower unfolding.  If you try and force it open like I have done you can get a whole lot of pain.  One good thing I've learnt from tripping is that you can feel really alive, everything sparkles with a kind of newness, vitality.  But you can take this from your experience and cultivate it in the rest of your life.  To receive the next moment fully you have to let go of the last moment fully.

Kia Kaha.  Kia Maia.  Kia Kahawanui.

(Stand Strong. Elevate your spirit.  And hold firm)

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 5935

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 6, 2002	Views: 16,165

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LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Post Trip Problems (8), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 8 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (extract - 5x)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This last Saturday night, a few friends and I set out to do a little tripping... One of my friends was house sitting for a family that had a chill little house in the northern suburbs of Chicago.  My friend R and I took two doses of blotter marked with a sunshine symbol at 9pm.  We waited at the house for the other two, A and B, who were at a local bar finishing a pitcher.  When they arrived, at about 10pm, R and I had already started to feel the acid.  A and B both took three doses and we all started drinking beers and smoking bowls.

This acid was very good; the doses were not very strong, but very smooth and clean.  We spent the first few hours of our trip listening to music, drinking beer, and smoking cigarettes and weed.  The mood was light, we were all laughing and having a good time.  I felt GREAT... I have tripped about 20 times in the past, taking 1-6 doses each time and this night seemed like it had the potential to be one of my best trips yet.  At about 12:30, 3 hours into my trip, we smoked a bowl of marijuana with a big pinch of Salvia extract on top.  We didn't intend to experience the breakthrough salvia trip, just add a little buzz to all the buzzing already in our heads.  The Salvia had seemingly no affect on the group and we continued our drinking and smoking.

At about 1am, the whole group was on the roof of the house smoking cigarettes and bowls.  We were all talking quietly about the nice weather and how beautiful everything was, but R kept raising his voice.  We asked him to be quiet because he would surely awaken the surrounding neighbors; R responded, louder than ever, that he understood.  However, R just got louder... He started talking about how he wanted a pillow and a blanket so he could sleep on the roof.  Soon it was evident that R didn't understand us and after a few minutes of trying to communicate with him, we ended up forcefully taking him off the roof so that he wouldn't hurt himself.  We walked him into the house and sat him on the couch.

Inside the house, R continued to get weirder and weirder... All he would do in response to anything that we said to him was yell 'exactly.'  He went on for almost an hour, yelling 'exactly' and talking about 'the sounds, me and E (that's me) can control it.'  We realized that R was now so loud that even from inside the house, his yelling was audible throughout the neighborhood.  We decided that he needed to go into the basement.  We had tried to talk him down for about an hour now and he was just getting worse.  We couldn't get him to move, so we all sort of grabbed him and started to lazily push him to the basement.  He fought us with everything he had (thank goodness he's a skinny fucker) but we weren't on guard for what he was about to do.  He freed himself from our grip (which probably wasn't too hard considering we were all a little hesitant about having to physically restrain our friend) then he sprinted to the door.  Before we could stop him, he was outside.  A and I followed him towards the back yard but we stopped dead in the garage when we heard a woman's voice asking 'is he ok.'  We saw two female figures in approaching the garage while we listened to R screaming about how he was going to die in the backyard.  As the two women approached, it became evident that they were about 21, our age.  They asked if he was tripping, and offered to help talk him down.

The two girls (whose names I don't even remember, we'll call them Y and Z), A and I ventured into the backyard to retrieve R.  At this point, he was completely naked, running around screaming that he was going to die.  We fought him back into the house and this girl started trying to talk him down.  He was still screaming that he was going to die so we decided it was time to try and take him to the basement again.  We got him down there, and he was sitting between one of the girls and me.  I had him locked in a half-nelson, my arm locked up in his shoulders, so that he wouldn't get away, but as soon as he started to relax, I loosened my grip.  As I loosened my grip, R tried to get off the couch and run.  I punched him as hard as I could in the middle of the face; he barely flinched.  This was the first time I had ever punched anyone in the face... but I can honestly say that I was hoping I'd knock him out with that punch.  In retrospect, this all seems so messed up, getting violent with a good friend but it reveals the desperate nature of the situation.  A, B, and I were all really high and drunk and after three hours of dealing with this crazy kid, we were reaching our limits.

We didn't know what to do... dropping R off at his house would have been ruthless - his parents surely wouldn't have understood... bringing him to the hospital seemed unnecessary because he seemed physically normal aside from an elevated pulse... but we all figured we'd end up in jail if he kept yelling.  We decided to just wait it out; at this point he had been tripping for six hours so it couldn't last too much longer.  The next three hours were bizarre.  We all watched R, lying naked on this girl who was trying to talk him down.  He did some super weird stuff like trying to hump the girl.  He foamed at the mouth for three hours, urinated all over himself, and kept repeating bizarre phrases while playing with his genitals the whole time.  He didn't look human at all... therehe wasn't R behind histhose eyes, just a blank confused stare.

As the sun began to rise, R had become very quiet.  Perhaps he had just exhausted himself, but the important thisthing was that he had stopped yelling.  He continued to mumble weird stuff and couldn't communicate with any of us.  Eventually, a sober driver showed up to take R to our friend’s apartment.  We argued for a while about who would do the honors and put on his underwear so we could drive him around, then we carried him upstairs while he fought us.  We stood him up at the front door of the house and attempted to dress him, but he fought his clothes off.  He was standing, but he wouldn't move so we pushed him across the driveway and into the car.  We drove about 10 mins to our friend’s apartment, pushed him into the apartment, and got him into a bed.  We sat back and smoked a bowl, relieved at having finally ending the night.  Just five minutes after going to bed, R emerged from the bedroom completely normal.  He didn't remember anything about the night... he vaguely remembered us pushing him into the car and he remembered the girl's face on a turtles body, but he thought he was asleep the whole time.  He smoked a bowl with us; we went out for a big greasy breakfast and passed out.

This was one of the most bizarre nights of my life; yet, I think that lots of good will come from it.  I have discovered that most of what I learned about drugs from school and the media was full of misconceptions and bias.  This discovery has perhaps made me skeptical of any negative effects of drugs.  Before this experience, I thought that only people that were really weird to begin with tweaked out on acid.  I figured that if I had a bad trip myself or was involved with a friend that was having a bad trip, I could deal with it easily.  Seeing my friend turn from a normal kid into what resembled a maniac mental patient gave me a lot of respect for the power of LSD.  First of all, I decided that while drinking on acid had become common it is a big mistake because lowered inhibitions don't mix well with ego loss and hallucination.  Second, I now believe in babysitters - a concept that I used to find absurd for relatively low dose trips.  Third of all, for all of you who like myself, think that they can control the mind-bending of acid, think of your friends because you never know if they can.  Monitor the people you're tripping with and look for signs that they might be loosing it, maybe you can stop it before it turns into the fiasco that I dealt with.  Believe me, you don't want to be put in a situation where you feel that you have to try and punch out your helpless friend.

A little side note... I have seen people having bad trips before and they looked nothing like my friend.  R seemed inhuman, repeating weird stuff and fighting us; I really wasn't prepared for this - when I hear him say 'exactly', scenes from the night pop into my head.  I have a little theory about R... I think he may have had a six-hour seizure (I dunno if this is even possible.)  The last thing he remembers was mentally playing with the sounds of the music in his head, making them start and stop.  I suppose this could have triggered some sort of brain wave disruption and a seizure - oh yeah, he was having convulsions for a while too...  My theory is that going to bed for a couple of minutes in a dark room removed all stimuli and his seizure ended.  Anyways, I’m not a doctor, just some ideas but I’d appreciate input from anybody else that has dealt with a similar situation.

All of you, enjoy your drugs, respect your drugs, respect yourself, and always make sure you're equipped to deal with the worst possible situation.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6150

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 15, 2002	Views: 39,828

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LSD (2), Salvia divinorum (44) : Second Hand Report (42), Combinations (3), Guides / Sitters (39), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

I am writing this report after reading one by Dave, who described the same problems that I am having. Continuing long after last having taken acid there is this feeling of weirdness or 'the confusion'. Anyone else who can affirm this happening should submit a report as it is a very interesting side effect.

Firstly, the curious thing about Dave's experience and my own are our ages. He writes that he is 15. I am 14. Maybe this has something to do with the haziness that's been affecting us and maybe not.

Now for some background. Over the course of the past month and a half I have taken a total of 12 hits of acid. This has been an incredibly beneficial experience, bringing out amazing amounts of insight and a very definite motivation to become the most successful person I can be. Acid has played an important role in the course of my life.

Now on to the side effect Dave and I have experienced. Ever since dosing, I have felt like there is a haziness to my perception of the world. Things seem different and confusing. Nothing makes any sense, even if I have found an answer and I know it is correct. When everything is explained perfectly, rationally I know that it makes sense, but I still don't understand. It is really hard to put this into words. Imagine the way that it feels when you are trying to figure out if there is a god (bad example, I know). No matter what you believe, even if you are sure you're right, it seems like there must be a deeper meaning to what you've discovered.

I'll try to give a more rational example. Quite frequently I will think to myself, 'How did I get here? Why am I lucky enough to have realized that I can shape my life at such a young age?', to which the answer is 'You simply are. Whether it's random chance, or if you have a purpose, this is how it's happening.'

Alright, sure. The problem is that this answer only leaves me wondering 'Why?' even more. Ever since I've taken acid (all 12 hits were done in the space of 3 weeks), NOTHING makes any sense. Everything seems to have a deeper meaning that won't show itself. Rational answers leave me absolutely baffled.

I feel disoriented. I have no way to place myself and no perspective. Proportions seem bizarre and I feel simultaneously insignificant and completely empowered (let me remind you this is under the influence of no drugs and I haven't dosed in several weeks). Objects won't just 'be'. When looking at a vending machine earlier, it was completely unbelievable to me that it existed. Why does it exist? How does it exist? Well, someone invented it of course. Why did someone invent it? To make money. How is it possible that someone invented it? And so on and so on. My brain absolutely will not stop having questions and I can never feel settled on an answer.

OK, finally words are coming to me to summarize it. Everything, no matter what it is, seems to have a deeper meaning. No matter how far I analyze it, I still can't figure out why anything is the way it is. I feel infinitely curious. Answers are never satisfying anymore. (if I've been rambling these past few paragraphs maybe you'll understand how my thoughts keep tumbling over each other)

At this point, I'm not certain what recommendation to make about LSD. On the one hand, it has led me to completely reforming the way that I am and my life will be a much happier one because of it. On the other hand, this permanent lack of understanding is driving me absolutely insane. The possibility of it being an underlying schizophrenia brought out by the acid (my family has a history of psychosis) absolutely scares the hell out of me.

What makes me satisfied with my decision to take it is this: If I had not done acid I would still be stuck in another type of haze -- not feeling in control of my life. Like so many other kids my age I was drifting aimlessly down the path of normalcy. Now I have taken first place in one of the largest debate tournaments in my state, have pulled up my grades, and am looking forward to my sophomore year. I will definetely continue to do acid, even if the consequence is this always-unsettled feeling.

Hope this was helpful... It's important to document underage use of LSD, as there is currently very little on the subject. I encourage any other kids my age to submit their storys. Thank you to the Erowid team for making this site possible. Now I know I'm not alone in this problem.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6252

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 18, 2002	Views: 17,058

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


		 DOSE:

		 4.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

   I had always heard people say that LSD often times leads to life changing experiences or profound prophecies, but I never believed them.  I was one of those 'hey dude lets take acid for some cool visuals' kind of tripper.  I would take as many hits as I was dared to just because I thought I was the king of LSD.  All of this changed, however, when I had a true LSD experience.

   I was thrilled when my girlfriend came home with a vial one Tuesday.  Even though I had classes the next day I was eager to try out the new stuff.  I took pride in the fact that I was always the guinea pig, for the first trip out of the vial was always free.  After she distributed all of the liquid onto sweet tarts, I took 4 of them plus the extra half hit that was in the vile.  My friend who had never tripped before took two hits, and we waited like we were little boys eager to find the toy in our Happy Meals.  I told him him not to ever panic, that it was only a drug.  Irony, however, would bite me on the ass in the end.

   The first four hours of the trip were very normal.  When it kicked in, I turned on some Aphrodite and danced to satisfy my increasing energy.  The visuals kicked in very soon and I took my friend to the woods for a hike.  I knew this was some good stuff and my journey had officially begun.  We had a lot of fun and upon returning 5 hours later I was drained (I was still tripping very hard at this point).  This is where the unexplainable happens.

   For some reason, before we even stepped foot into the apartment, I wanted to see my girlfriend really bad.  I felt a strong emotional attachment like I had never felt before.  It was like I loved her more than ever.  When I finally got inside she was off to bed (she didn't trip) and I followed her even though I was still very much out of it.  When I got into bed and shut the lights out, my life would forever be changed.

   I immediately had an out of body experience.  It was as though I was dead and I was watching myself screw up in life through these unusual 'scenes'.  I literally saw myself partying and failing out of school.  I also saw myself not paying much attention to my girlfriend which would lead to a break up.  I saw myself taking the wrong paths but I couldn't tell myself I was taking it.  I screamed and yelled, but 'he' kept on going anyway.  All at once I realized that I was 'he', and that I did have control of my life.  I came to a realization that these prophecies could come true if I didn't change.

   I got out of bed to go and talk with my friend to see if anything unordinary had happened to him.  Right when I got to his place, however, I suddenly became fearful.  I couldn't say an intelligent sentence if my life depended in on it.  I felt as though I was on the brink of insanity.  Had I taken too many drugs and now my brain was fucked up?  Was it too late to change my life for the better?  Was I doomed?  Ironically, my rookie friend talked me out of my fears.  Acid had put me in my place.  'It' grabbed my ego from deep within my soul and threw it away forever.  I realized I never had control of acid, rather it had control of me.

   Although some would say I had a 'bad trip', I look at it as the best trip of my life.  My GPA drastically improved in one semester and my girlfriend and I are happier than ever.  I also realized LSD probably isn't good to do every week, but doing it every once in a while is good to gain some insight into your life.  You just have to be open to what you learn.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6935

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 1, 2002	Views: 18,324

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


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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

I have always taken an interest into exploring the many facets of human consiousness, so naturally when I came upon the opportunity to experience LSD in a safe and controlled environment, I took advantage of it.  Seeing as how my only prior drug experiences were with marijuana, I decided to take what I thought were necessary precautions to prepare myself for the trip.  A few days before, a friend and I, who was also going to trip for the first time, conducted some research on Erowid to gain an unbiased perspective towards LSD.  We both knew the power of this psychoactive, and decided to take a low dose, so as not to induce any negative occurences.  We had also decided to abstain from marijuana until we had ingested the LSD.

Anticipation ran high as we met up with two other trusted friends early in the morning on the day of the experience.  My friend and I were the only ones who would trip that day.  We all sat in the basement in a circle, then we proceeded to ingest half a tab of LSD.  Approximately 15 minutes had passed, and we all decided to smoke a bit of marijuana; apparently it is supposed to quicken the onset of LSD, but I remained skeptical.  A game of chess had started between two of us, and I watched intently.  I shall attempt to spare some of the minor details from now on, as quite a bit time had passed before I noticed anything significant.

Nearly 1 hour had passed since the ingestion, and my friend and I concluded that 'something' within us was different, yet we couldn't put our finger on it.  It was reccommended that we ingest another quarter tab, and so we both did.  I could feel this strage feeling escalating, as if I were riding upon a roller coaster at very slow speed.  I mostly figured that this was growing excitement, but I was unsure.  Nearly 2 hours had passed, and the trip had commenced.  I stared at one of my non-tripping friends, and could start to make out a purplish aura surrounding his body.  I then shifted my glance towards another of my friends, and a smaller, less pronounced aura could be seen encircling him.  It was at this point that I knew I was under the influence.  I felt awestruck and exclaimed my visions to everyone with excitement.  My mind was clear, my rational and logical thought was still intact, and I came to the early conclusion that LSD was not as powerful as I had thought.

Unknown amounts of time had passed; I was feeling quite pleasant, despite the bizarre undulating feelings within my stomach.  I felt very connected to my friends, yet somewhat isolated at the same time.  I knew that I was on my own with this substance, and only I could guide myself through it.  It was at this point when my friend suggested that both of us trippers concentrate on something around the room; visions on LSD have to be induced according to him.  My tripping friend and I, who was also feeling the effects of the drug by now, proceeded to lay down and gaze toward the stucco ceiling.  I regard this vision as the most significant event in my trip.  Before I could utter the words 'Nothing is happening', the ceiling appeared to be shifting, cascading over my head.  This was an amazing sight, and I felt like the most privilaged person in the world.  It reminded me of a waterfall, and soon enough, waterlike textures could be seen upon the ceiling.

Just then, it hit me; I felt as if I had 'figured out' the workings of LSD.  I was under the impression that visions had to be mentally induced; that the user simply does not 'see things'.  LSD is a very intellectual drug; in my opinion, the more imaginative and cultured the user is, the more profound the experience will be.  Continuing on, I was still staring at the ceiling, and some Pink Floyd was put on, perfect music for the occasion.  I used my imagination in conjuction with the music to produce a sunset background upon the ceiling, then I could see what I thought were thousands of birds superimposed upon the sunset image, all flapping rhythmically with the music.

This was just so profound, I had ceased all movement and talking for an unknown amount of time, my tripping friend was doing the same.  I was snapped back into 'reality' when my non-tripping friend asked us if we needed anything to drink.  It felt like quite some time before I tore myself away from the vision; I could have spent my entire trip gazing upward to the ceiling.

I was unaware of how far into the trip I was at this point, time seems to mean very little.  We all position ourselves in front of the television, and one of my non-tripping friends asks us if we wish to watch the Fantasia DVD.  We all agree, and the disc is played.  He proposes that we not talk throughout the show, that we experience this video on our own.  To shorten this up, the Fantasia DVD was incredible.  Never before have I openly cried during any sort of movie.  I was very enthralled by it all; various emotions kept springing up at different times during the movie; exitement, sadness, longing, isolation, fear.  Sometimes it was as if I was feeling more than one emotion at a time.  I concluded that one's emotions are very unstable on LSD, and one must be very sound of mind so as to control this.

These were the highlights of my trip, which did not even occupy half of the total time I was under the influence.  My tripping friend and I left the house during the afternoon, and slept over at another friends house for the night in order to be completely baseline when we returned to our homes.  The trip was definately tapering off after we left in the afernoon, but we were still considerably altered.  I did not have any more visuals after this point, and my friend and I became very tired and lazy during the final portion of our experience.  Getting to sleep was very difficult for me; nearly totaling 3 hours before I could finally overcome the effects of the drug.  My entire trip was estimated at 15 hours, however the comedown occupies a lot of this time.  I do not think that the marijuana altered the trip very much, nor did it encourage the onset of the LSD.  It may have, however, lessened the effects of the undulating feeling within my stomach, which accompanied me throughout the experience, but was fairly insignificant for the most part.

LSD is an incredible substance, in my opinion.  I never had one negative occurence, and recovered quite safely from the experience after a couple of good nights sleep.  I must say that I underestimated LSD earlier on into my trip.  I was unaware of how gradual the intensity was.  It is very mind altering, and I can see how easily it can be misused.  However, when used properly, and with very good friends that understand you and the drug you are taking, I believe LSD can be used as a tool; helping one to delve into the outer reaches of human consiousness.  I feel there is still much to be learned from psychoactives such as LSD; hopefully further study will unlock the mysteries associated with these substances, and mankind will take a different stand upon the usage of these gifts.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 15505

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 2, 2002	Views: 30,852

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


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

Im telling this story of my last experience on acid to warn other users (particularly new users) about the effects of this drug.

I was with my future boyfriend and our mutual best friend when i bought 2 tabs of acid off a guy who I had scored off before.  He said they were double dipped and  more potent.  I looked at them and said 'what the hell.'  I had only taken acid twice before and each time had only ingested half a tab, so my decision to take two was a BIG mistake.  I swallowed them and then we went to this park we always went to and parked to listened to tunes in the car.  After about half an hour I was starting to feel the effects and was feeling pretty good. Then my jerk-off friend (knowing Im phobic about spiders) ran his hands up my arm like a spider and told me that a big spider was racing up my arm.  I screamed and started to cry hysterically.  I jumped out of the car screaming and then I noticed a cop across the street giving a guy a ticket and that sent me further into the abyss.  My friends put me back in the car and said we were going to go driving to get away from the cop and calm me down.

At this point I was out of my mind.  I was fluctuating between hysterical crying and laughing.  I could not control my emotions at all.  As we were driving, the oncoming cars started to look very menacing.  The grills became mouths with very sharp teeth and looked like they would eat me.  We pulled over and I found a shard of glass and I refused to put it down believing it was somehow a link to reality.  I was sure I was going insane.  I was still crying and screaming and my boyfriend had to go to a guitar lesson and left me in the car with our friend.  We were in the parking lot and he was talking to me trying to take my mind off my trip.  For about 20 minutes it was working, but then his head turned into a big rat and I, again, lost it.  For about 7 hours I was in that state of hysterics, sure I was dying or going to become insane.

When I finally did come down I was emotionally exhausted and my voice had blown out.  I have never been so frightened before in my life and have not touched it since.  I now suffer from a panic disorder.  It causes long lasting panic attacks that mimic my trip in many ways.  I, and my therapist, belive my acid trip caused this.   Well, not caused but uncovered it.  I wish every day that I had not taken that drug, as it was so traumatic that I now have this disorder and also other psychological symptoms that I did not have before my experience. I am not stating that LSD caused my problems in any way, just was the traumatic experience that unleashed a preexisting condition.  However, my problem could have lied dormant and never surfaced at all if I had not indulged in this drug use.

I strongly urge that this drug not be taken, but if you choose to:

1) take with TRUSTED friends

2) ask people who have used it about what to expect

3) start with a low dosage

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 15477

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 25, 2002	Views: 30,260

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), Bad Trips (6)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

Background:

A few weeks before this experience we had procured some LSD from the same source and I had an incredibly visual experience on 1.5 geltabs.  Thus convinced, we pooled some money and bought a sheet.  The weekend before this experience I ate 2 tabs, spaced apart during an afternoon of relaxing and drinking beer, and while this made for an enjoyable experience it was hard to compare the effects to the previous weekend due to my alcohol intoxication.  Assumedly the sheet we bought was the same quality as the original few hits.

Setting:

Tuesday afternoon at a friend's house.  Three of us were present we'll go by X, Y and Z.  Myself, X, have experimented with a variety of psychedelics over the last few years.  Y just recently tried acid for the first time and has not really experimented beyond it, he was providing the house to trip at.  Z has used DXM on one occasion but is a virgin to acid.  X and Y got off work early (4 PM) and Z had the day off already.  The location is comfortable for us all as we've partied and crashed there many times before.

The experience:

We all eat at around 4:30 PM. I eat 3 tabs since I'm worried about possible tolerance from 3 days before, Y and Z both eat 1 and a half.  We all drank a few beers during the course of the evening.  Note that I did include Alcohol as a substance, but based on the quantity versus time ratio of consumption I don't believe it played a significant role in the experience.

[T + 1:00] - It took us all about an hour to come up.  Z reports that he's feeling very tense, not really enjoying it.

[T + 1:30] - It takes him about 30 more minutes for the visuals to come on full force at which point Z states that the tension is still there, but he no longer cares, he's having a good time.  Y states that this is better acid than he'd had previously and he's getting good visuals.  I on the other hand am slightly disappointed; upon relaxing I get a lot of movement from my periphery, but it never really invades the center of my vision like I was expecting.

The trip progresses as they should, peaking for a while and slowly coming down.  Since my personal experience on this occasion was rather dull, I'll direct the reader to find another trip report if they're interested in the basics of an acid trip.  There was however one interesting occurrence; a young girl came door to door selling candies as a fundraising effort to combat gangs and drugs!  Of course we bought some.

[T + 7:00] - This is where my night got interesting.  Y and Z had both come down quite a bit, we were sitting outside drinking beer and enjoying the residuals.  I suddenly decided that a joint would be nice, I'd heard that pot and acid is a fun combination and thought I may as well try it since the night had been otherwise uneventful.

As background, I am not much of a marijuana smoker.  I do very rarely and don't consider it much fun as a recreational drug.  In fact, I truly hate being stoned around people and generally only smoke when I can throw on some headphones and descend into my own little world of music.  Back to the story.

Y had some weed on hand, so I rolled us a joint.  Myself and Y both smoked, Z abstained.  I smoked most of the joint and was quite high, I think Y only smoked enough to relax a bit.  Back outside we sat down and I was trying very hard to converse coherently (the reason I don't like being stoned around people) when I suddenly realized that there were rather intense lines crisscrossing my field of vision.  Upon closing my eyes I was blasted into a world of awesome CEVs.  Fractal patterns in hues of red, blue, green and yellow filled my mind and melted and morphed into bubbles, honeycombs, grids, wavy lines, on and on.  At some points the figures themselves were multicolor and repeated infinitely, other times a repetitive image overlaid a rainbow like background that slowly waved and twisted.  All in all this must be the most incredible CEV experience I've had, and I would recommend it to anyone.

I tried to share what I was seeing with my friends, but (as it is now) describing it in words came nowhere near the intensity of experiencing it.  I used a few phrases such as 'rainbow Easter eggs', 'multicolored checkerboard', 'transparent fractal lava' and 'technicolor plaid' but none did it justice.

Eventually Z decided he wanted to see what I was seeing, so we rolled a joint, both he and I smoked it, but he never saw anything like I did (also he didn't seem to have any trouble communicating his disappointment, making me believe that he had smoked much less than I)

[T + 8:30] - Still intense, the conversation was boring compared to closing my eyes and watching the light show, so I went inside and lay down on the couch to listen to the music and quietly hallucinate on my own.

[T + 9:30] - At some point I had fallen asleep and awoke as Z prodded me, the visuals were quite decreased and I rode home feeling slightly stoned and very tired.

Thoughts:

I highly recommend this and will always keep a stash of pot around for future acid tripping.  It would have been an altogether wonderful experience if I'd been able to enjoy several hours of exciting OEVs and after the peak, smoked a joint and enjoyed a few more hours and intense CEVs.  I imagine it's also quite enjoyable to smoke while peaking and watch the CEVs overlay the OEVs, and I intend to try this approach soon as well.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7036

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 26, 2002	Views: 12,897

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


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 3:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I wrote down a theory and then when through an extraordinary experience. The whole thing is detailed in a 42 page thesis titled Psychoactive Dreams With the Philosopher's Stone. It is the first in a series of essays I am currently working. All of my work is freely available at http://individual.utoronto.ca/ajm/.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 19413

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 5, 2002	Views: 17,093

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LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 19 mg
		 oral
		 5-MeO-DiPT
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

Right before NYE 2k3 LSD came into town for the first time in nearly two years.  The market got flooded with three different type of blotter paper and the rave scene and everything else was frying hard.  I managed to get my hands on a few hits and for myself and as did some of my friends.  So about three weeks ago we all went over to one persons house and decided we were going to fry, after all it had been a few years and frying at parties had lost its luster.  So I took my hits of LSD around 11 PM and then about an hour later was feeling some mild effects, (not what I had expected) other people were frying pretty good so my friend offered to break out some 5-MEO-DiPT and everyone said sure.  My friend gave me a dose of 19 MG's (I took that orally) and within about five minutes I was frying hard (I do not think the 5-MEO could have absorbed through the lining of my stomach that quickly): Long story short I felt like I was on a candy flip all night long, (Rolling on Extasy and LSD both at the same time).

I experienced some of the most intense hallucinations that I have had in a great many years as well as heard very strange auditory hallucinations in which peoples voices were fluxuating with the melting and changing of their physical form.  It was very clear to me that what was on was far more than just the LSD. I also had nothing on my mind except for sex and an extreme want to get off.  As far as side effects I did have the often spoken about diarreah but I found it to be nothing worse than the diareah that I get from tripping on Mushrooms.  I simply feel like hallucinogens help rid my body of caffeine and other such impurities that I put into my body for I have found that the less bad things I intake before doing mushrooms the less severe the diarreah and cramping are.

After this night I went home at 10 AM and could not get the trip to go away so I decided to take an anti Psychotic that my friend gave me and laid down and was sleeping within fifteen minutes.

That night/day I had the most horrific dream I have ever had and the strange thing about this situation is that they have not stopped in that three week period that has followed.  Everything from being shot with a gun by Jesus standing in a robe and slippers and him telling me stories of how when he was a kid he would mess with other kids and make them blind or various other things for pissing him off, to going to a backstreet boys concert with my entire family including my grandparents and having a strange man come up from behind me and strangle me while no one notices and then my parents inviting him back to our house for dinner and not understanding why im upset, to actually downing a half vial of LSD and running around my dream having a bad trip. as well as having a dream in whch i fell asleep and 'Woke up' in the middle of an already happening dream in which I had no idea as to where I was or why I was there am being punched in the face by my best friend and he says Come on we are fighting and i say okay, and he hits me again and I have two teeth knocked out and they are both canine teeth.  The list goes on as the above dramas clearly do not cover the span of three weeks.

I guess what I am wondering is this, is it possible that the designer drug 5-MEO-DiPT has somehow done something to my brain to fuck it up so that I might not ever be able to have a peaceful night's rest again?

I have spoken to others who say that they have had equally intense dreams either while directly on or shortly after doing 5-MEO-DiPT but never having it expand anything neyond a day.. maybe two.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 21018

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 4, 2003	Views: 14,716

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LSD (2), 5-MeO-DiPT (57) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Post Trip Problems (8), Combinations (3), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 9 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 4 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I am a friend of the person who was in this particular experience. He has told me exactly what to write, and I will write from his 1st person perspective.

This story takes place in Atlanta. I am 18 years old.

I had done LSD several times before this occurance. Each time had been the most pleasing of experiences, I had ventured through my thoughts and each time come out happily, seemingly on top of the world. Little did I know, my next trip would not be so beautiful...

It was a Friday night. That week at school I had done poorly on a couple of tests and when my parents found out they gave me hell. They called me stupid and threatened to send me to military school, you know, all the shit. I had also been having problems with my girlfriend. She found out that I had been doing drugs(I had not informed her, as she was not particularly fond of them). I tried to reason with her, but she would not have it. Our relationship continued to deteriorate until finally we broke up on the Thursday prior.

Well back to Friday night, I obviously had not been feeling too happy, so I decided to meet up with a few friends as a sort of pick-me-up. I met three of my friends at the movie theater, and one of them told me they had scored some LSD. One of the main rules of tripping is to always think good thoughts and be happy prior to your trip. This was where I made my mistake. I was incredibly depressed, but I decided to just fuck it and down 9 gel tabs. Ohhh shit why...My friends also had some, I am not sure how much.

We decided to go out to my friends car before the movie and smoke a few bowls. I had four. We then proceeded to see 'The Ring', FUCKING HUGE MISTAKE. GOD DAMMIT I was a retard for seeing that damn movie while tripping. Everything started out normal before the movie started. I was watching previews and the colors on the screen swirled and twisted in shape. They were so beautiful. I was sure this was going to be a pleasant trip, I would be brought out of my depression. Haha, wow was I fucking wrong...

So the movie started, and immediately I am transported to a world of fear and horror. If you have seen the ring, then you know the part where you see the girl in the closet, and her horribly contorted face. When I saw that, my friends and I completely lost it. We sprinted out of the theater screaming. I am pretty sure I was crying. I had never seen anything scarier in my life, but becasue I was tripping, I kept seeing the image over, and over again, as if the girl was right next to me. We luckily spotted another one of our friends (he was sober tonight). We told him what was going on and he was nice enough to drive us to my friends house, as we were obviously incapable. I looked out the window and I saw shadows instantly twist shape and turn into perverse faced demons. One shadow looked like fingers, and it turned into an arm that reached out and attempted to grab me and pull me down to hell. This arm had a voice. A deep, mysterious, terrifying voice, almost like the one of Indred Cold from The Mothman Prophecies. I pissed my pants I was so scared. We finally arrived home.

I felt as if this feeling would never go away as we walked into my friends basement. It was extremely dark down there, and in the corner of my eye, I kept seeing a terrifying, demented, evil face staring its deranged, menacing eyes into my eyes. My friends had kind of cooled down, but not me. We decided to smoke some more bowls to lift our moods. When it was my turn, I lit the zippo and I saw the flame, twisting twirling right in front of me. I was perplexed by it, I had never seen anything more interesting in my life. But out of nowhere, all the sudden the flame just exploded in my eyes and was the length of the room. I then saw dark figures crawling out of the flame, obviously coming to take me away. I sat there, quivering in fear. My hands were shaking so hard that I dropped the zippo and it fell on my leg. I sat there and saw it burning a hole through my pants and burning my leg, but I could not feel it.

Luckily, my friend noticed what was going on and knocked the zippo off my leg and my other friend picked it up and started to stare at it in pleasureful wonder. I wished I could feel that way. I started to cry, just all out cry. Why were my friends so much better off than me? Why the fuck does God hate me? I then started to scream, just scream my lungs out. My friend came over and pulled his hand back and slapped me vigorously across the face. I watched the motion of his hand and it seemed like 50 hands were coming across and slapping me, one by one. I had to retaliate. I took the lamp off the table next to me and threw it at his head. The glass lamp shattered across his face and he slumped to the floor. The light had singed his hair and his face was dripping with blood. It made me happy to see him in pain, to see somebody else going through the same thing I was. My two other friends weren't even watching as I got on top of my nearly unconcious friend and started beating him senseless with anything I could find.

Thankfully, his parents sprinted down the basement stairs and saw what was happening. They stopped me from potentially and unknowingly killing my friend. My two other friends had know idea what was going on because they were over in the other corners of the dark room tripping hard. The boys parents flicked on the lights and I was blinded by the light. I jumped off the boy and started to sprint out the door, where I jumped through a window thinking I was a hawk. Of course, we were in the basement, so I luckily just landed on the ground in front of me. The boy's parents called 911.

All of us were taken to the hospital, we had mostly come down from the trip by now. My friend was lying unconcious, barely alive, I had just now realized what I had done. I just had a broken left arm and some deep cuts from jumping through the window, but nothing like my friends wounds. The rest of us were taken to the police station for questioning. I admitted to ingesting the LSD but not to beating my friend. My friends admitted to nothing and wound up getting out scot free, fuckers...

But I was charged with assault and battering, and I had some geltabs in my pocket, so they charged me with drug possession too. I have been charged as an adult, so I am currently in jail, my friend visited me and took down this story. I am going to court soon, where they will ultimately find me out, they already told me they know I'm guilty, I have no case. I am fucked, royally fucked. I am still suffering from psycological trauma. LSD has taken my life down the tubes, but its really my own fault. I hope, somehow, I get the death sentence, because death would be better than this lifestyle.

The moral of the story is, don't fuck up. Don't trip when you are depressed and always trip with somebody sober. I didn't listen to the advice I read on the net, and now look at me...please, give me your prayers.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 20041

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 9, 2003	Views: 46,948

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Police / Customs (60), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Second Hand Report (42), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This was my second time trying acid and I must say it was not too much different than the first.  The first time i tried acid i bought what was supposed to be 'real strong acid' and it was 2 hits dropped on a sugar cube. Since it was my first time, i decided to have a sober sitter stay the night at my house.  I dropped the acid and i had high expectations of the trip.  About 30 minutes after dropping, I look in the mirror to see my pupils are as big as pennies, so I was like 'wow, im gonna trip balls'.  This however was not the case.  After about 2 hours, nothing seemed to happen at all, and i was slightly confused becuase my friend bought some from the same guy with me and he said that he tripped like crazy.  After 4 hours, i began to feel tired and i gave up and I knew that all i had bought was just something that made my pupils big.  I was dissapointed.

About a month later, some other friends of mine who get their acid from a completely different source asked me if I wanted to get some. They had gone on camping 'trips' numerous times and told me how much fun it was. I told them that last time i got acid that it was fake, and they reassured me that what they got was 'VERY REAL'.  So i bought 2 sugar cubes with one hit of acid dropped on each.  Since i had nothing to do after work on the sunday i bought them, i decided to trip when i got home from work.  I didnt have a sitter this time, and i was actually kind of skeptical becuase of the last time i got it. But they said it would work for sure.  I dropped one cube at about 10 PM.  I called a friend who talked to me till about 5 in the morning.  By 12 in the morning, nothing seemed to be happening (although my pupils were large), so i decided to wait a little while longer before i took the other one.

About at 1:15 i dropped the other cube, knowing that it wouldnt work.  My pupils became a little larger than before, and then i thought maybe it would work.  My stomach started to feel a little wierd, and my friend on the phone told me it would work.  Well i stayed up till 5 in the morning and not a damn thing happened.  I was pissed because my friends said they took 2 cubes from the same batch and they tripped nuts.  Nothing happened again for me.  I will try acid again, i will probably keep trying it until i realize that I am either 1.) psychologically immune to it (i dont know how) or 2.) that Acid is real, it's just hard as hell to find some that works, or 3.) Acid isn't real, and I should just stick to smokin pot and looking for mushrooms.  If anyone else has this problem, please post it because i dont think i am alone here.

Exp Year: 2003	ExpID: 22951

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 14, 2003	Views: 9,072

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


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

About 4-5 months ago I had an acid trip that completely blew my mind.  I had stopped at a friends house to say hey, and he asked me if I wanted any doses.  I said yeah, and bought his last four.  He told me they were really strong and clean, and to be careful.

Before I begin, let me give a little background that should make this trip a little clearer to anyone reading.  I am 22 and until about eight months ago I was living in a house with four guys, going to school, and doing a lot of drugs.  I have always enjoyed psychedellics, but never among many people.  I was more interested in exploring myself with close friends, or even by myself.  But a couple of weeks before fall semester my girlfriend revealed she was preganant.  So I moved back home (30 mins. away) to where she lived and we moved in and began preparing for our child.  This meant a big change to my way of life.  While I didn't want to abandon my thoughts and beliefs, I realized that certain things had to change.  The days of caring about nothing were over, that's how I felt and still do.  But it was tough, and I was not willing to completely give up my psychedellic experiences.  Well, as it turned out, my mind was stronger than the LSD.

Back to the experience.  My girlfriend was about four months preganant, and I decided I was going to eat this acid.  And while I have no good excuse for doing it, I ate all four hits, with the intention of tripping with myself for the evening.  I ate the doses as we were getting in the car to go to the store (figuring I had plenty of time to get to the store and back before anything really happened).  Well the store is only maybe 10-15 minutes away, and when we got there I was already tripping (my friend wasn't lying!).  I said that we can't stay here, so we left.  We had to get gas on the way home, and the whole time at the gas station (maybe t+35) I felt like I was going to explode.  So we quickly got home.  I felt better, more secure, being at home.  But by now (maybe t+1:15) I was tripping harder than any peak i'd ever had.  But I was fine, at home and at ease (somewhat).

This is where stuff gets out of hand.  A day or two before, at work, I had threatened a customer who got out of hand with my girlfriend.  They called the cops.  They (the cops) came over later that night but I wasn't home, they talked to my girlfriend. So now there was a knock at the door, and all I could think was that it was the cops, they would want to talk (which I couldn't), search the place, find stuff, and my whole world I had been working so hard for would be over.  I can't explain the horror I felt.  My girlfriend took me in the bedroom and didn't answer the door.  I was no longer in reality and couldn't figure out quite what was happening ( turns out it was just a friend coming over to say hey).  By the time I got calmed down I was tripping so hard that I didn't really even realize I had eaten acid.  I was in another world, I guess.

I'm sure that many other have been where, or gone much farther, than I was.  But when you reach a point where you are tripping so hard that you feel like you're in reality, and have no conscious thought of taking any mind-altering substance, then you had better have a strong head (which I did not).

At this point my good friend called and wondered what was going on, and if I had any greenery.  I was so thrilled to hear the voice of a good friend that it was almost orgasmic.  I felt as though everyone knew what had happened that night, and we were all on the same level.  I said I just wanted him to come over and smoke and hang out, like old times.  In the meantime, I managed somehow to put on some Hendrix, and everything became peaceful.  Stars were in my living room, and everything had become right.  After worrying that someone was at my house, ready to take everything I've worked for, I finally felt peaceful.  Thinking back, the crazy thought is that I hadn't even come close to peaking yet, and already so much had been processed.

My friend, along with one of his friends, finally arrived and we went to my basement to hang out.  It was great, I felt completely connected to everyone, mostly my good friend who I normally feel real close to.  But we began to smoke, and reality was no more.  I can not even explain what happened for the next hour or two.  Too intense.  My friends left and I apparently had no idea I was alone.  My girlfriend came downstairs at one point to find me dancing around with a bag of grass flying everywhere.  I vaguely remember different, weird things.

O.K. now, thanks for listening so far, because this is the part of the trip I want, and need, to get out.  At some point I came upstairs.  I noticed I was drenched in sweat.  I knew now that I had eaten acid.  I couldn't account for the last hour or two or three. My girlfriend was in bed, and I was by myself.  All of a sudden everything went from psychedelic and colorful to a nightmarish black and white.  I noticed I was covered in sweat.  'oh my god, what has happened' ( I now realize this was my peak).  I couldn't account for any time before right now.  Had I 'whigged out'.  Was I even in my house.  I couldn't tell, and somehow I was aware that I could be imagining everything.  Then i really did 'whig out'.  I thought that I had gone crazy.  I woke my girlfriend up and was screaming for her to get my friend over here, the one who was over earlier, to tie me up.  I didn't think I was even in my house anymore.  Even though I appeared to be there (warped as it looked), I thought I was in an insane asylum, or was I?  Maybe I was just dying.  Maybe I was in an asylum, or hospital room, and I was dying.  I couldn't tell if I was talking to my girlfriend or what.

Listen, to spare many details that I barely understand, I'll just say this.  In the end, the end of my trip, I thought I was in some kind of tank strapped down, everyone watching me go insane.  I had one last twitch of energy, and then I felt my lungs explode.  I just lay there, feeling that I was now dead and I would never see my child, or my girlfriend, both of whom I already cared so much for.  But it was almost a calm feeling in the end.  I felt it was over.  Why struggle? But then I realized I didn't even have any idea or belief as to what the afterlife was.  I felt for a while that my mind would live on, but that maybe there was a heaven and hell.  I kept thinking I was already in hell, and that my punishment was to relive these last, terrifying phases of my trip forever.  I had let down my child and the woman I loved and I couldn't imagine a worse hell than this, but somehow i was calm, everything was somewhat surreal.

If you have listened to all of my rambling thus far, I just want to say this to end.  I was dead, not physically, but mentally.  When I finally came to, and realized my friend did come back (after my girlfriend called him), and that everything would be fine, I was too overwhelmed.  I cannot express the magnitude of fear and terror I felt, just after feeling so perfect for a while.  I would never want to repeat this again, but now that it is over I wouldn't take it back.  I faced all of my fears that night (failing as a father, as a person, as anything) and am still here. I felt I was dead and came to grips with that.  Anybody out there who feels like they are superior to psychedellics are wrong.  LSD, mushrooms, or any other psychedelic are powerful substances which bring the subconcious to the surface.

Even after this event, I feel this is a good thing.  But I made two mistakes that night.  1)I took too much, and 2) My subconscious was not stable.  Since that night I haved live my life much differently.  I now realize that life is beautiful, and I have respect for it.  You get one chance.  To experience death without being dead is too dramatic for any words I can write.  I now live my life to the fullest, and feel like I have a cause.  I have a child, and a beautiful woman who I love and loves me, and that is it.  I still refuse to give up psychedelics, but I have MUCH, MUCH more respect for them, and understand that they have their time and place.  Hopefully, if you are reading this you also take them seriously and realize that they are not a 'way' of life, but a door to let you experience your life in a more complete way, for 'better or for worse'.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 22310

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 22, 2003	Views: 15,221

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