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<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">90 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was only my second time using acid, and I had never actually hallucinated off of the drug. My boyfriend, W, and I both took one hit, don't know name, but it's got eyeballs all over the paper, at about 11pm. We then walked up to Circle K, about a 7 min walk. Talked to our friend working. I notice that already the lights are too bright and I can't seem to screen what I'm saying or follow the conversation, so we leave. The night looks like a picture, everything is in precise focus. We mention that this is coming on very quickly, and hurry back to the apartment. <br> <br> He goes to the bathroom and I begin pacing around the apartment, smoking a cigarette. My mind is going a million miles an hour and I am trying to ignore that my eyes are bugged out and I am twitching severely. I looked insane. We plug in purple Christmas lights and turn off the overhead, then settle down to play DDR with the controllers. This goes pretty well, and at the end of the round I just lay there, except that my legs have turned into this long, rainbow swirl, going off into nowhere. This is the ONLY warning I get, and it is only about half an hour in. W puts on the Matrix and I curl up on the floor under a plush blanket. Things go downhill quickly. When the screen is light, everythig is fine, but when it goes dark, which happens alot in the Matrix, it is a feeling of impending doom, like everything evil in the world is trying to steal my soul. I eventually hide myself under the covers to try to make it go away. My boyfriend asks if Im okay and I say no and begin sobbing. Uncontrollably. I cry for him to make is stop. It's all so dark and evil. He takes the Matrix off and puts on the Powerpuff Girls Movie. <br> <br> Downhill? The hill's gone. I can't see it- I'm too far gone. All I can see are lines. Neon lines. Are my eyes open or closed? No difference....Lines....follow the lines. They form shapes, they start falling, compressing, it's like Tetris. When I follow them right they dissappear. There is nothing else. Lines expand...it's a maze. A maze surrounded by molten lava. Like a lab rat maze, trying to find the cheese. I find a spot, like where the cheese would be, and I come out of it. I call my boyfriends name. No response. Back in the maze. Another spot, Back to reality? call his name- nothing. Back in. out. 'What's going on?' Reply, finally. 'I have no idea.' Right reality. Hold on, hold on. Talk. Stay here, don't fall. Fall. Fallen. Back in the maze. Try to find the right reality. <br> <br> It subsides some, psuedo-realities are easier to find, less maze. I think I'm having converstions with W, I'm talking to him on various layers of the realities in my head...every now and then I get a confused response and know I've hit reality...I eventually give up. Three hours later. I open my eyes. Stand up, turn on light. Find cigarette. Can't smoke. Shaking. I want to die. Doesn't stop but lightens from then. I start to find things funny around six. Manage to eat...not sure how. Go to class at nine...I know what's in my head, but damned if I can put it into words for my teacher. All well. Next class is cancelled, thank god. Can think, but it's insane thoughts. Go to W's, play with his 3 year old. She's never made so much sense. Go to work at 5. Finally stop tripping at 6pm, T+18. Fun, but....<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 28067</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 13, 2006</td><td>Views: 7,515</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=28067&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=28067&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/doi/">DOI</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: This report is listed as a DOI report, but readers should be aware there are aspects of it that suggest the identification is speculative.]</span> <br> <br> I've been waiting a while to discuss this experience, mainly because it was such an intense, emotional ride. This is really the story of my first bad trip. I knew it would come some day. The omens were all around me as I will explain. <br> <br> I had obtained two blotter hits of 'acid' from a good friend, K, during the winter break of 2005/2006 (the acid had pictures of characters from Family Guy on it). I've had a good history of trips- shrooms, acid, mescaline/cactus, salvia, pretty much all the natural chemicals you can use to warp your mind. At this point, though, it was becoming somewhat redundant. I don't know how some people trip, or claim to trip, 300+ times. I couldn't tell anymore whether I was doing it just for fun or to find some mystical part of myself or the universe. <br> <br> Anyway, I was hoping to get a friend from home, T, to trip with me (he had two hits of the so-called acid as well), but he was having his doubts about tripping ever again as well. Not a good state of mind to be in before tripping anyway. The friend who sold me the blotters tested them out with his roommates and told me the stuff was extremely powerful (and he only had one hit). I ended up buying the two hits off of T so I could use them back at my college with another friend. <br> <br> So it ended up I had four hits of 'acid' (which was really probably DOI as I will explain later) that were burning a hole in my pocket so to speak. I was anxious to try out some excellent cid. I had wanted to wait for a day where it was snowing hard, like a blizzard, but no luck. Finally on a whim, me and a friend who had been planning to accompany me, A, decided to go out of our minds. <br> <br> NEVER DO ACID ON A WHIM. I chose a Sunday to do this, thinking the trip couldn't last much more than 12 hours. I knew this, but hey, I've done acid before, right? Down the hatch. I knew something was fishy when the hits tasted about as bitter as munching on dried cactus, but I sucked them dry anyway. <br> <br> We waited about 2 hours and we were still barely above baseline. Marijuana was smoked, and we waited for a little longer. Finally, waves of giddiness and energy began to crawl through my body. <br> <br> A and I decided to explore the graveyard near our dorm, a frequent stoner hangout. By this time, paranoia had set in and things were quite wavy. The visuals were elusive in a way. Not the same as acid usually is. Staring at the pink clouds, they would shift and move and come back to the place they were before. This was the peak of the trip. Everything was extremely beautiful although I felt like I couldn't take in everything. Sensory overload in a way. Colors like pink and orange were brilliant. <br> <br> We headed back to the dorm and smoked more mary jane. Strangely, unlike acid, the grass seemed to make me more confused rather than intensify the trip. Things only got more crazy. One aspect of this drug was the aural hallucinations. It was similar to acid, though. Any small sound would be distorted and my mind would twist it around and make it into something I've heard before. Imagine an entire orchestra of sound, not quite random, but made with an insane orchestrator. Only, the sound was caused by a blowing fan nearby and it sounded something out of Atom Heart Mother. <br> <br> The night progressed slowly. The first thing that got to me was the repetition. I was slowly being sucked into a time loop. I played my harmonica and every 20 minutes or so I would play the same riff as if I was going to continue and then I would stop. The night dragged on. <br> <br> Suddenly, A gets a call from his mom. Unfortunately, A is not very experienced in the ways of dealing with authorities while twisted. He must have convinced himself that he had slipped and accidentally told his mom or brother what he was on. He began confessing and his terror rubbed off on me. The night only got worse from there. <br> <br> The time loop continued. Most of the problem was that we stayed in my small dorm room. I had nowhere else safe to go for the most part though. DO NOT DO A HALLUCINOGEN IN A DORM ROOM unless you have somewhere else to go. At least go for a walk. <br> <br> Eventually, after about 13 hours (I believe we took the hits at about 11 AM that morning) A went back to his dorm. Bad idea, though I couldn't have known it at the time. I was still at a strong ++. No sleep that night. Nights of insomnia from drugs are the worse. There is no such thing as time. Get up, get a drink, go to the bathroom, get back in bed. Rinse, wash, repeat. <br> <br> I woke up the next morning feeling the worst I have ever felt. As a psychology student, I knew the symptoms of severe depression, but I had never experienced them. I was dead to the world, no focus at all. Knowing that LSD uses a lot of seratonin, I drank milk (with lots of tyrosine) and some coffee. After a few hours I was feeling salvageable. <br> <br> I found out later, A called my roommate during the night asking for help and then hung up. He tripped all night, and being inexperienced, called for an ambulance. They put him in the psych ward and he had to leave school and go to rehab. He will hopefully be back this fall though. <br> <br> Overall a hellish experience. After talking to K, he told me the guy who sold it to him tripped on the stuff a bunch of times and matched the experience with reports online most closely to DOI. There is no certainty that the chemical I ingested was DOI, but it seems to match other reports in some aspects. <br> <br> This is somewhat of a warning, try to know what drug you're taking. Unfortunately, that's not always a certainty. <br> <br> I may do hallucinogens again, but nothing more than mushrooms. The length is really what brought my distaste for this class of drugs. Good luck psychonauts.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 53185</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 23, 2006</td><td>Views: 18,818</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=53185&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=53185&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), DOI (259) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A few months ago, after obtaining a vial of LSD, I had started trying it in various settings and various doses. As an experienced psychonaut that is very familiar with this substance, all of my experiences were positive, even though the lucidity surprised me - there was no 'being stuck in a loop', the visual and audio distortions weren't as invasive as usual. This was attributed at the time to the high quality of the batch, it was definately very strong on a spiritual level (much more so than any blotter I've ever tried, and even more than all but one drop of liquid from a friend's vial obtained directly from the chemist). <br> <br> Then came the last experience - about a month ago now. It was great. It was clear. Introspection was a scientific process rather than a painful one, the world showed its beauty again and again, and the visual symptoms of my light HPPD lessened... but the next day, when waking up, I felt a terrible emptiness. All of my faults were thrown at me a hundred times over, and I got locked into a loop of self-loathing. I was on the verge of suicide for the next three days. For the following month, I suffered from the worst case of depression I had had since my teenage years and combatted this agressively, getting professional psychological help (no, I do not use medication, hearing that SSRIs may increase HPPD symptoms and the fact that feeling numb is no answer). Feelings of detachment, of not really being there, of total lack of clarity in anything, everything faded into grayer hues (not visually) still remained well after the depression was gone. Lack of energy, lack of willpower, loss of interest... all these have not diminished. <br> <br> This depression may have been inside of me for a while, using the removal of psychological barriers by this substance to surface, but I can't help but question how much of it is real - when only now, after a few months of not touching a psychedelic I can feel like myself again... but there is still a road to recovery. All in all, I am feeling stronger now than before the experience, but more aware of the things to fix, and LSD showed that even when its the devil, it's still a teacher, and one that makes me listen. The symptoms of my HPPD have remained much less acute than before, possibly due to the psychological help I've got. But the effects of this are still very strong. <br> <br> In retrospect, I am fully aware that it was a complete nervous breakdown - triggered if not caused by the substance. Please be careful, because HPPD isn't the only thing this substance can do to you.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 33625</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 31, 2006</td><td>Views: 11,996</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=33625&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=33625&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was fairly late one night in the early summer. At around 11:30 my friend Matt and I decided to stay up late and partake in an LSD experience. What I had was actually one really large square on the plain kind of blotter without pre-sized squares, and it was about 2 large hits' worth. Anyway, we decided to go for a walk to compliment the onset of the experience. The setting was a pleasant residential area. <br> <br> Walking on the sidewalks was great. We talked the whole time, but I don't remember any of the subjects now. Both of us kept forgetting what we were talking about. It was really funny in the beginning, but after about the 4th or 5th time you could say it was kind of getting to us. It was strange how it kept happening to both of us. The conversations shifted towards our memories, long-term and short term. Matt had the notion that we should carry notepads from then on and constantly write down thoughts that we wouldn't want to forget, so that we would have a lot of information to review when we were older, most of which we would have forgotten by then. Seems like an okay idea, right? <br> <br> After that moment, there was a long period of time when we both kept forgetting what we were talking about. It was a loop, we kept finding ourselves with no memory of the entire hours-long conversation. 'What were we talking about, seriously? Something about memory... uh...?' and then we would both laugh about how we kept forgetting about forgetting. It was a very bizarre thing to be happening to both of us at the same time. I've wondered if Matt was just messing with me, but now for some reason I don't believe it's true. Hopefully that'll make more sense when you're done reading. <br> <br> Well we came to the conclusion that all the frustration was coming from our grasping at our memories. We were thinking that we somehow could and should improve the memory parts of our brains and get some benefit to our knowledge, or wisdom. <br> <br> Something we learned that night was that we shouldn't try to control our own memories. They'll naturally fade away, which is okay. Everything that is natural is ultimately okay. <br> <br> On a deeper level, we learned how to let go. Our memories aren't the only part of us that come and go naturally and spontaneously. Actually, I believe every aspect of our lives occurs somehow spontaneously and beyond 'our' control. Basically, when we become self-conscious and grasp at ourselves and try to somehow control our natural processes, we go against the course of nature. We seem to do it because we want to make our minds more trustworthy. <br> <br> Months after our trip around the merry-go-round, I read The Way of Zen, by Alan Watts. In it, Watts describes the liberated person basically as someone who has seen the fruitlessness of grasping at oneself and stops trying as a result. According to Watts, that's what's called Nirvana. The opposite of frustrating self-consciousness. Of course many thinkers have attached other ideas to Nirvana but mainly the idea is liberation from the whirlwind of trying to figure everything out. <br> <br> That was the state we were in when we finally said 'Forget it!' and relaxed. We figured, 'you just forget it, but don't TRY to forget it'. We didn't even discuss it or think about it much. We didn't have to TRY to relax, we just let go. It was perhaps the greatest, most peaceful moment of my life. <br> <br> Our nerves were calmed, and I noticed the glow in the sky that comes before the sunrise. I realized we had been in Matt's bedroom most of the night, so we decided to go outside and experience the twilight. It was magical. With the knots in our minds blissfully unraveled, we immediately discovered an appreciation for the Here and Now. A strong focus on the present actually turns out to be a common type of mystical experience. We'd never heard of anything about that before this time. It just came naturally. We both had an enormous sense of being present and purely, clearly aware. It was an amazing experience beyond words. Just for fun, I'll say it was rather like sharpening a fuzzy picture, or wiping the dust off a mirror and feeling like 'oh yeah, that's how it's supposed to look'. It was a very brilliant, glowing state of consciousness that still lingers today. <br> <br> I could feel the LSD in my system again now that I was fully aware. I suggested to Matt that we get up off the porch and explore. We went to his backyard and by then the sun had been up for a while, so everything was glistening with the dew. <br> <br> It was marvelous. We observed the nature there... bugs and birds, all kinds of plants around us, and the smell, the feeling, taste of the fresh morning air. Everything we could sense simply came to us naturally, just like it's supposed to. We didn't have to listen for sounds or look to see. Just being aware and present in the Here and Now, a most fundamental part of life, became ecstatic and without any certain drive to do so for some meaningful purpose. It was a lot like dancing. For the first time since we were children, we were alive. Brightly, blissfully, being.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 49943</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 31, 2006</td><td>Views: 7,679</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=49943&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=49943&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Some friends and I had just moved into an apartment straight outta high school and were reaping the rewards of an independent and free lifestyle. We had dropped acid twice before, but on the third trip of our apartment, it was all about the setting. <br> <br> A friend brought 10 hits of acid over to the apartment around 5:00 pm and the three of us cut out a few doses to eat. I ate 2 and sat back to let it soak. After we had all finished, we put the rest in the freezer and walked up to the store. Effects first began as we bought our food and walked back to the apartment. There were some odd body sensations coupled with the excitement of the onset of our trip. We got back, took some bong rips and watched the tell-tale tracers begin with the burning ends of smoked cigarettes. We decided to take a walk... <br> <br> Our apartment is located right near a University campus, giving us plenty to walk to. There is a specific science building that is structurally insane to look at, even completely straight. All the walls are unparallel, with brick side bulging out, seemingly defying all sorts of natural laws. Facing this building is a park of sorts, with large grassy hills, a fountain, winding paths and artwork scattered throughout. <br> <br> We laid at a 45 degree angle on a grassy hill and stared into the enormity of the white, cloudless sky above us. Almost immediately the colors began to swirl and pattern on the gigantic clear canvas of the sky like a Windows Media Player design. The trees began with their own swirls of color and the city light began to come on with the fading of nightfall. The moon had light halos dancing around it as it became visible. We quickly realized that unless we really focused, we would never leave this place, and so with our combined force, we began walking back. As we did this, we discovered a whole other side of this park with diagonal trails through flowers and the such. It took all the willpower we could muster to turn away and head back. <br> <br> Upon arrival at the apartment, several other roommates had made their way back from their daily activities, and joined in the trip by eating the rest of the acid. It was by now 10:30 pm and we got comfortable in our living room. Another bong was packed and the marijuana went down smooth as ever. Whenever I smoked any marijuana at all during this trip, it seemed to kick the trip into overdrive. We turned out the lights and set candles under a houseplant on the table. The light from the candles flickered the leaves' shadows across the ceiling, making a show that danced with the music and could be manipulated by someone's movement. But the fun was being able to travel from room to room to explore endless environments for the trip. <br> <br> I spend a good portion of the evening sitting on a couch in my room and staring at the sharp, stucco textured walls. Small paths of electrical color were shooting between each ridge on the wall and the texture became very pronounced and then receded back, almost like breathing. A pattern that looked very much like a snowflake or frost would wallpaper across my entire vision, on the ground, on the walls, on my arm or anywhere I looked. My hand had gotten a circuit board look to it and upon looking at my face in a mirror, I saw my features would distort and melt around my face. I experienced countless other visuals that I could describe forever, but another good part of the trip were the mentals, the ideas that crossed my mind. I have been reading The Electric KoolAid Acid Tests recently, which is a background of the acid scene of the 60's. That book greatly influenced some of the ideas that shot across my mind faster than I could keep up. <br> <br> No sleep was to be had this evening so a roommate and I went back to the park. We found a corner with benches that was in sand. We began to trace the patterns that we were seeing into the sand. We covered an entire area with these patterns, then moved onto larger sculptures. We spent about an hour creating a tree figure with a face and branches that ran out in all directions. It felt great to channel some of the creative energy of the acid trip into a physical manifestation of that creativity. The entire thing was about 7 feet long and was worth every second we spent on it. It was approximately 2:30 am when we made it back to the apartment again. The rest of my morning was spent relaxing and watching the fading signs of my trip appearing on walls. <br> <br> My wonderful experience on this trip was due mainly to the setting of the trip.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44070</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 25, 2006</td><td>Views: 5,261</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44070&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44070&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/bzp/">Piperazines - BZP</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/tfmpp/">Piperazines - TFMPP</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/bzp/">Piperazines - BZP</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/tfmpp/">Piperazines - TFMPP</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">68 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had taken Acid twice before this trip, and had taken a whole tab both times. I've been told that this is very good acid mind you, and I found both other times on acid to be too intense for my liking - it really seems to have a strong effect on me. Living in a country where BZP and TFMPP are legal over the counter drugs (which also contain electrolytes and amino acids to help the comedown) means I've tried the BZP and TFMPP combo quite often. <br> <br> Set and Setting: <br> <br> Me and a few mates had a great Drum and Bass gig lined up for the night, and I was quite sceptical about going to a D&B gig on Acid, considering my two previous trips. I was in a sound psycological state - I was happy with my life and where I was heading (attending university etc). <br> <br> 8:00pm - Take 100mg BZP + 50mg TFMPP <br> <br> I feel the effects after about 40 mins, an 'Amped' feeling along with a feeling of inner content, I am happy to sit around, waiting for the gig which was to start at about 12am. I am very talkative, (as I usually am on BZP's). I spend the next 4 hours chilling out while more friends turn up to start drinking/dropping BZP/TFMPP. <br> <br> 12:00am (midnight) - Take 100mg BZP + 50mg TFMPP <br> <br> This seems to slightly intensify the current feelings, just keeping me on the same level. I feel great. I'm getting excited about going to this gig now, and we start to talk about going down to the venue (a 15 min walk). We talk...then talk...then talk some more. <br> <br> 12:40am <br> <br> Finally we leave the house and wander off. Nothing particularly interesting is happening to me as we walk along, although I notice the intensity of light more and everything seems much more crisp than usual. We pick up some chewing gum on the way - a necessity for BZP's, as otherwise I grind my teeth to bits. <br> <br> 1:00am <br> <br> We reach the venue, I feel anxious about doing the acid, but tell myself that it's going to be great. I drop half a tab of acid and enter the gig. The music and BZP combo make not dancing almost impossible. I just had to get up and jump around, great times indeed, the music feels very absorbing. <br> <br> 1:40am <br> <br> The acid started to kick in now, and I don't feel anxious like I usually do when I feel acid kicking in, which is great. My excitability for the music is huge, I wanted it faster and louder, and thanks to the great DJ, thats just what I get. Need water.. <br> <br> 2:30am <br> <br> Acid seems to be at around peak now. I see little amounts of visual halucionations, but my vision is all over qutie hazy and undefined. Lights are great to look at, and glow sticks/braclets are great to watch, as they leave tracers accross my vision. Drinking lots of water, as cotton mouth is getting quite bad. Music seems to be all around me, and inside me at the same time. I feel at one with the music, and dancing allows me to express this. I have energy out the walls, hypo, yet a perfect feeling of sublimity. I think to myself - this is the best night of my life. Nothing can come close to how good I feel at this moment. I want it to last forever. <br> <br> 6:00am <br> <br> I begin to become more and more aware of my surroundings, the people dancing beside me and I notice all that is happening on the stage. I see the main act packing up while a new DJ comes to take over, and get a feeling that the nights about to end. My body feels as though I have little control over my dancing although this is most likely due to the fact that I've been dancing for a good solid 4 hours now. The music is no longer as encapsulating as it was, although when I finally leave the dance floor, I'm still boucing round to the music. <br> <br> 6:30am <br> <br> We leave to go home, I'm still tripping quite hard off the Acid, and I have this awake feeling that could either be from the acid or BZP's. I stop to look at a statue and it does a dance for me - very cool. <br> <br> 7:30am <br> <br> I go to bed, all my mates are still up on bzp's, they can't get to sleep. I manage to get an hour and a half's sleep, then another 4 hours after that. I feel drained for the remainder of the day, but nothing too bad - alot better than a nights heavy drinking thats for sure. <br> <br> ******************************************************************* <br> <br> BZP/TFMPP and LSD is definatly one of the best experiences I've had with or without drugs. The BZP seemed to help greatly to relieve the anxiety that I usually experience with Acid. I didn't dwell on thoughts like I usually do with just Acid. <br> <br> I must say that I had my doubts about combining these drugs, but they seemed to work together to create an almost overwhelming, yet still in control experience.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44985</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 7, 2006</td><td>Views: 14,137</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44985&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44985&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">BZP (101), TFMPP (100), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was summertime, and a few friends and myself were at a music festival in the appalachian mountains. I had used lsd and mushrooms several times in the past, and enjoyed the experiences. We found a campsite, set up our tents, and proceeded to make a few puchases. I found a ten-strip of what the girl described to be really good hits. I walked back to the campsite, and ingested three of them. I sat back and relaxed, as was my normal pre-trip ritual. <br> <br> The effects came on much stonger than ever before, the effects were more potent than any other trip in about one hour. I became really anxious and started to fidget with the dried up pine needles on the ground. My one friend asked me if I was feeling alright, I told him I was thirsty. We walked up to the check-in/store, it was really crowded in there. My face began to tingle, and my hands became cold and sweaty. The number of people in there made me nervous, so I was relived to walk out of there with my soda. <br> <br> We got back, and decided to walk the trails with three other friends. When we started to walk I became much happier, and the visuals were unbeliveable. After what seemed to be and hour or two of intense laughter and distortions we arrived back at the site. I then walked down to this swampy pond to listen to the echos of these bullfrogs calling with another person. I think it is there that I totally lost contact with reallity. <br> <br> He later told me that I ate another hit down there started to shake a tree, and walked off. The next thing I remember was arriving at these peoples campsite saying hello, and sitting down at the perimeter. I then began to think about how limited I was by my three dimensions of physical movement. Proceeded by trying each and every combination back then forth at different speeds. <br> <br> After that the strangers there became nothing more than symbols of my emotions. I became fixated on the fire, then stuck my face very close to the burning wood. My emotions then proceeded to pull me away, I then began to try to get past them using every movement I could think. I would get past one then another would stop me. I cant remember how long I tried for, but I eventually ended up in this circular parking lot with many people. <br> <br> I began to look at the licence plates on the back of the cars, and every single car was from a different state. I wonder how I made the the licence plates appear all diferent, because I know that it was not likely that they were all from different states. I looked up and saw and heard three different scenes, one of a back tire of a dirtbike kicking dirt up, another of firecrackers poping, and the third of different groups of people walking around. <br> <br> This excitment made me very paranoid, and then began to distrust every single peson in the area. They were there for me, and I had to keep them away. I kept them away with a geometrical game of equations, which makes no sense to me now but did at that moment. I made a mistake and they all began to close in very fast. I became very afraid more afraid than I can remember being since I was a child. I blacked out, and ended up on some trail flat on my stomach. <br> <br> I was diging into the ground with my bare hands, the smell of the moist black dirt was beautiful. Someone picked me up, and put me on thier shoulder. I couldn't speak so I just kicked, I feel bad now cause I did hit someone. They dropped me and I belived for some reason that I was 'doomed', I reached in my pocket without thought. I pulled out my keys and slid them across my throat. Luckily they didn't even scratch. <br> <br> I thought about what I just did, and was able to gather my thoughts. I then realized that it was pitch dark out, and I needed to get back to my campsite which I had no idea how to get to. I walked up to these guys camping, and asked one if he could show me back to the store he did, which wasn't too far. I found a couple friends standing near my car, whom I was very glad to see. They told me I had been gone for eight hours, and they had been looking for a bit. <br> <br> I was still off for an hour or two, which I spent listening to music in my tent.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1999</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10450</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 26, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,913</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10450&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10450&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), General (1), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Various</td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have to get this off my chest. <br> <br> After reading these beautiful reports about the profound effect of various hallucinogens, I realized it was time to take one step up from my usual Cannabis habit. <br> <br> I won't go into much detail, but for the past 7 months I have been using various substances such as shrooms, opium, LSD, LSA (extract using morning glory seeds), and my good friend Cannabis. I have also been practicing Buddhism for 2.5 years, although the drugs obviously contradict one of the precepts. <br> <br> After all this experimenting and controlling and meditating in both sober and just plain tripping out states, I have come to the conclusion that I had been sure of before I started. <br> <br> Mind-altering drugs offer no religious or spiritual value. <br> <br> I am not saying drugs are bad in anyway, in fact they are nice. But the truth is, a beautiful experience is not the same as enlightenment. <br> <br> Enlightenment is getting as close to reality as possible. It is rolling in the proverbial dirt and knowing everything. Drugs do not bring me this. They throw my mind into outer space and then allow me to believe I have achieved peace and understanding. <br> <br> Yet this feeling didn't stay with me throughout life. When I see the homeless man, get up for work, or make yourself a grilled cheese. It leaves a bitter aftertaste in the roof of my mouth the morning after. Then I believe that if I keep taking dose X I will experience it and it will transcend drugs and become one with everyday life. But it never does. Drugs create a more complex ego when spirituality is involved. It creates a deeper state of duality in my mind. <br> <br> Am I wrong? I know I sound anti-drugs but I am not. I just hope people will explore themselves in a 'clean manner' and then choose the other path.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2002</td><td width="90">ExpID: 16471</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 14, 2007</td><td>Views: 18,112</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=16471&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=16471&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Mushrooms (39), Cannabis (1), Morning Glory (38), LSD (2), Opium (63), Meditation (128) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Me and four friends obtained 1 sheet of freshly-dipped white blotter acid on the night of the *Fucking Train Wreck from Hell.* As we dosed the acid, a mood of anticipation had set in, not unlike the feeling you get the first time you take acid. We were out to do something fresh- take four hits for the first time. There were five of us that fateful night, and five of us were well experienced psychonauts. Little did we know that only four of us would completely return. <br> <br> We got back to my friend Charles' grandmother's house and began to set his room to our likings. The walls were covered in blacklight posters, the ceilings had mirrors all over the den portion, and Pink Floyd had been selected for the aural journey. The party began at 8:30 PM. <br> <br> T+30, 9:00. The acid began to come on slowly, and a slight, queasy stomach fever began to run its course. I'm quite sure everyone else was feeling the same effects, judging from the edgy looks on their faces. The hyper feeling began to set in. My limbs became tight, and I felt as if I had a few pulled muscles in my legs. <br> <br> T+1:00, 9:30. Oh, we were tripping indeed. Me and three of my other unnamed friends were seeing patterns like we had never seen before. The walls were breathing, and the blacklight posters seemed portals to another dimension. We began to joke around nonsensically, all the while paying little attention to our quiet host who had become catatonic. <br> <br> T+1:30, 10:00. Charles had lost it early on in the long night, and we began to take notice. He had sunken deeply into the couch, looking sharply from left to right as he mumbled 'Did you see that?,' and 'I don't know, man' to the walls. He didn't respond to any outside stimulus. We called to him, telling him 'It's gonna be O.K.,' and 'Just hang in there, we're here with you.' Nothing worked. The night looked like it was going to get much longer at this point, and Charles wasn't helping us out. <br> <br> T+2:00, 10:30. Our host was lying in front of the TV, mumbling to himself, when we noticed that his eyes were rolled back in his head. We shook and tryed to rouse him, but he just responded by mumbling 'I feel wweeeiiirrrddd.' We decided we would ignore him, lest we end up in his shoes. Suddenly, one of our female companions looked down at his torso and shouted 'Dude, he's jacking off!!' At this point, things began to get chaotic. Charlie's little torso was wiggling like a worm in heat as he shouted 'I feel weeiirrddd!!!' with his hands down his pants. I put my hands over his mouth and he proceeded to lick my palms furiously. I withdrew, and said 'Maybe if we let him finish he'll calm down.' Mistake #1: Don't let a guy sit in the same room with you while he jacks off to Pink Floyd. We were tripping nuts by this time (good acid). He continued to play with himself while we agonized over the next course of action. Before we knew it, he had finished and looked like he might stay relatively calm for a little while. Not a chance. <br> <br> T+2:30-5:00 11:00-1:30. Charles began to shout 'I feel weeiirrdd!' at the top of his lungs and started to masturbate again. We decided it was closet time for Charlie (there were women, we feared for their safety). Me and my other friend proceeded to pick Charles up and put him in the closet for a little 'quiet time.' After that, we were to head outside to regroup our thoughts and decide our next course(s) of action. Needless to say, quiet time didn't apply to Charles. He rambled and grunted homosexual slurs under his breath as we heave-hoed his ass into the closet. We locked the door and ignored his muffled wails as we grabbed the 3-foot bong and headed outside. As we sat outside without our shoes, we decided it was definitely time to go. The acid was in full effect, and much more of this mental-house madness would send us into a *really* bad trip. We called a friend to come and get us. As we walked in the house, we knew Charles's luck had gone from Frank Botha to Mike Tyson (bad to bad ass). <br> <br> He had broken the door of the closet and was standing in the middle of the room without his pants. We told the girls to leave, we knew it was going to get 'messy'. They ran outside crying, and we pulled ourselves together to dive head-first into the jizzum jungle. We made it to the other side of the room and grabbed all of the shoes we could get our hands on. Charles was speaking softly now, saying 'The cat left the hamburber by the pail of garbage so he could lose the moon.' He was spinning around in circles playing with himself. <br> <br> About this time, my friend Brent barged through the door of the room with keys-a-jinglin'. Charlie reached out and grabbed Brent's arm. Brent swung around, and ripping his wrist free of Charlie's grip said, and I quote, 'Charlie, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, but if you don't get your goddamn hands off of me right now, I'm gonna knock you the fuck out!!' Miraculously, Charles understood our piping-hot friend and let go. As we rushed out of the room, I slipped on spum and sprained my damned ankle. We were on our way home, and Charles was on his way to more trouble. <br> <br> T+5:00-Aftermath. After we came down around 6:00AM, we decided to head home. As I limped through the door, the shit hit the fan. My mom and my dad were perched in an armchair in the den. They asked me where I had been. I told the truth. They asked me if I had been using LSD. I lied. Dad finished the trip report for me. <br> <br> It turns out Charles had made his way upstairs to his grandmother's room, and woke her up as he stood completely naked in front of her bed masturbating. In a panic, she called her daughter to the scene. His mother found the acid, the buds, and my other shoe (I didn't realize it was missing until after I made it home). Recognizing the shoe, she called my dad to the house. He showed up to see Charlie lying naked in the den of his grandmother's house jacking off and talking about 'the birds and beezles' while his entire family watched. I was in deep shit, to say the least. <br> <br> Charles has never completely recovered. He had an intense religious conversion that lasted for nearly a year, and he still seems a little off-base. The flashbacks eventually subsided, but the social damage caused by that night has just begun to be repaired.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 13155</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 13, 2007</td><td>Views: 118,710</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13155&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13155&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Health Problems (27), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Sex Discussion (14), Post Trip Problems (8), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Second Hand Report (42), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">75 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dpt/">DPT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I began my first DPT adventure after having already ingested two hits of acid. Three of my closest friends and I had been house sitting an elderly hippie’s house for the weekend, and decided to end it with a night of LSD. After about two hours we were all just mildly feeling the affects when we decided to try some DPT. <br> <br> E laid out the fine white powder on the kitchen counter. “Start out small?” F asked. “Sure, let’s see where it takes us” E replied. <br> <br> One line each, the first thing I experienced was the drip. Nasty, plastic tasting glue in the back of my throat. “Not feeling it?” E questioned. “Not yet” I answered. “Well let’s try some more…..” F said hesitantly. <br> <br> So much for starting small. After the second line I began feeling the affects immediately. “How much did we just take?” we all wondered. I looked down at the tiled kitchen floor and watched as the tiles melted in and out of reality. “Strong visuals” I muttered. <br> <br> E ran to the stereo “I better put in some music quick……this is gonna get rough. We’re all gonna have to ride it out.” Enter the music of the Talking Heads. And so began my night in Dimension X. <br> <br> Twenty minutes in: E walked into a different room, but I saw his head remain and drift toward me before morphing into indescribable shapes. F began crying out “I’m dying! I’m dying!” When his girlfriend W rushed to comfort him, luckily she had snorted less than the rest of us. F spent the rest of the night cowering before the toilet comforted by W. I suddenly lost sense of where and when I was. <br> <br> Forty-five minutes in: After experiencing the most intense visuals of my life which included: Alternate worlds, lightning fast rivers of time and space, a sense of oneness with ultimate reality, and looking at E only to see my face on his body. I must now mention that never in my trip did I experience any sense of discomfort as F had, although at times I wondered if any of us would survive the night. The music took control of the flow. Intense auditory hallucinations. Voices. Although I sat in a room alone I heard repeated tracks of E, W, and F in my consciousness. “Am I in heaven,” “I must be schizophrenic,” “I’m dying!,” “Where am I?,” “What is happening?” repeated over and over through my mind always in the voices of my comrades. <br> <br> One hour in: Suddenly every sensation was stripped from my, no vision, no sounds, no sensations whatsoever. It was as if all reality was stripped from me except the tiny ember that was my consciousness, acting as the only anchor securing me while I drifted in Ultimate Reality. It was during this time that I had the most meaningful experiences, and outlooks on my perception of reality. The spiritual sensation of a tryptomine was alive again, similar to mushrooms only much stronger. I continued floating in primordial bliss, in what felt like the birth of the universe for what seemed like years, although looking back it could have been anything from 5 minutes to an hour. <br> <br> The last 2.5 hours: A slow and steady comedown. Slowly I returned to reality, although I continually asked W “Where am I? What’s happening?” until I realized that I was under the influence of a powerful drug I had forgotten taking. When we all stabilized we laid down exhausted from the experience and concluded that we all would like to try it again, in lower doses.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 57931</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 16, 2007</td><td>Views: 8,199</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=57931&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=57931&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DPT (21), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well I've had a few different types of acid. I've had blotter, geltabs, microdots, and liquid. When I chose to trip, which was maybe once a month, I would consume about 4 hits of liquid on sugar cubes when I went out to a local rave. I'd had some cool visuals like spotlights hitting the black floor and making it look like it was smoking. <br> <br> That same night I even went as far as to try to draw the smoke coming off of my cigarette, the patterns created were so incredible. It was a great time because I was with my girlfriend and other friends. We were all there to support each other through both the good times and bad. <br> <br> Then over this summer, eight of us piled in a van and were off to the World Electronic Music Festival in Canada. We had a great ride there. When we got there, there were some problems with the police there and we ended up having to wait 11 hours to get in, and missed the whole first night of the three day party. <br> <br> Around 8 in the morning, we finally get in and set up the tent. Right away as we are walking around, someone walks by and asks if I want any acid. I ask what type and she says spidermans. Now I'd heard that these were phenomenal, but I had my doubts because I thought that liquid was more potent than blotter. I ended up buying her last 10 hits in two 5 strips and went over to surprise my girlfriend. She was extatic. <br> <br> Then the night comes and we're dancing to the sounds of our favorite happy hardcore DJ. Right after his set, we decided to take all 5 hits we each had and did. We then walked over and bought a drink, waiting in line about 15 minutes. It was about another 15 minute walk back to our tent through the mud and the crowd. We also had bare feet for fun. <br> <br> While we were walking, it hit me like a truck. I've never experienced anything so potent before. One minute we were walking, the next it felt as if we had been walking for hours and hours. As I looked down at the grass in the pale light, it looked as if the dim shadows were rising upwards, as if I was constantly walking uphill. When I would step forward, I would realize that the ground wasn't a hill at all. Well, I must have looked ridiculous walking around for a while because my friend laughed at me and told me it looked like I was attempting to walk up huge stairs which weren't there. <br> <br> Then I looked over at my girlfriend who was also staring at the ground, so I knew she was having about the same reaction that I was. We then decided the visuals were getting a little overwhelming, so we decided to retreat to our tent for a while. Good thing we had brought an eight-person tent, we had plenty of room to spread out and move around. We both lied down on the air mattress and began playing with the flashlight there. <br> <br> It had rained earlier in the day and the water had soaked through the top of the tent. As we shined the flashlight on the glistening streaks of water it looked as if the top of the tent was freezing over and over again. After this was when things started to get ridiculous. <br> <br> A few friends came back to the tent and we shined the flashlight on them as the talked. I was getting trails upon trails upon trails at this point. Their mouths and heads were moving hundreds of times after they were done speaking. The words made no sense. I had to get out of there, so I got up and went on a solo journey. <br> <br> I walked over toward the main progressive trance stage. At the time I think the DJ Geezer was playing, who is obviously very old. The stage had lights all around it which ranged all the way from light pink to dark blue. I somehow moved way up to the front trying to ignore peoples obvious stares. It made me afraid. <br> <br> When I got up to to my position right near the front, I looked up and Geezer was up on a high pedestal and to me from my position and state of mind looked like God. That's when my ears just went. It was strange, the sounds seemed to make no sense to me anymore. All that I could hear was bass about 80Hz and below, and high tones over about 10000Hz. The middle tones sounded blurred together like one of those records with a hidden satanic message if spun backwards. It was like a wave of roaring and blurred sounds, which started to drive me to the point of insanity. <br> <br> Then I had to make my way back to the tent. Of course I got lost and ended up wandering around for a while. Some people tried to talk to me, but their words made no sense. It was all that demonic whirling sound with constant bass hits and highs. I was really losing it at this point. I looked over at the trees in the distance and it looked like I was not only in some sort of movie, but it looked like the branches were appearing and twisting and bending sideways. The sight was ridiculous, It looked like some sort of hurricane. Everything had this sort of lquid looking substance around it because of the extreme trails I was getting. <br> <br> Next thing I knew I had made it to the porta-potties near my tent and decided it was a good time to go to the bathroom. I walk in to the bathroom and lock the door. I go to the bathroom and as I'm going I stare down into the pitch blackness. Suddenly whiteish-purple stars which resemble neurons begin to appear all around me. I felt like I was frozen in place. I couldn't move, they were everywhere. I stood there for wat felt like an eterninty. <br> <br> Then I heard a knock at the door which startled me and I opened it up and stepped out. I saw what resembled my tent in the disance and began to walk that way. I realized it was my tent and began to walk faster when I then tripped over someone elses tie for their tent. I felt the fall in extreme slow motion. It felt like I was flying just above the grass. Then I came down on my face. I got up and took a couple of steps toward my tent and I was there. <br> <br> I went in and sat down next to a couple of friends who could tell right away something was wrong with me. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. I waved my hand in front of me to keep them away and I saw 100 hands following it. My trails were ridiculous and everything was movie-like. I tried to close my eyes and all I saw were patterns of flowing color, like a tunnel with patterns on the walls all around me. I then forced myself to lie down and wouldn't let anyone talk to me or touch me. <br> <br> I fell asleep for a while. It was a strange light sleep. I kept imagining I was in other places, like small scenarios were playing in my head. It was like short movie clips of a strange variety over and over. I then awoke when my girlfriend got back and she got me to come out and see the sunrise. It was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever experienced. <br> <br> My trip had gone from the worst ever to amazing while I watched the sun come up. It turned me all bright and cheerful. I greeted people as they walked by. I carried on some long conversations which I don't remember the topics of. <br> <br> To me this night was a turning point in my life. When the trip turned bad, it made me sit back and look at my inner self. I realized the strong points and flaws of myself. I thought about my girlfriend and friends there with me and my realtionships with them. I contemplated life in general, my past, present, and future. While this trip was a bad experience for a while, I think that it wholistically turned out as an eye opnener for me. Since then, I've been more tolerant of people. I've appreciated nature so much more. And I have a more positive outlook on life in general. <br> <br> If you have read this whole thing, which I realize is rather lengthy, I'd like to thank you for taking a few minutes to read about my experience. I hope that I have painted a good enough picture for you so that you can almost see the experience through my eyes. Thanks again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10435</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,307</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10435&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10435&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Last Friday I had the fun experience of trying acid once again. I was hanging out with my usual friends, and my parents were out of town for the entire weekend so I had planned to have a small group of friends come over and smoke pot, snort cocaine, and drink. Well I got news that we could get acid, a guy had 20 hits of blotter paper, so we went out and bought the entire sheet. I bought 2 hits of acid for 10$. I was kind of had a pessimistic outlook on it, because I had been ripped off before. But this acid was real, *very* real. I am very glad that I had not started out with 4 hits, as that would have been way to much for me - even 2 hits was a very visual, intense trip. Here's how it went. <br> <br> At around 9:30 I took the acid, left it on my tongue for a while, flipped sides, then eventually chewed it up and swallowed it. All my other friends took the acid at various times. All of them took 2 hits, except one person who took 6 hits (a more experience tripper). When we got to my house, I just got ready to trip. I turned on my black light, and put on some Pink Floyd. 30 minutes or so later, after smoking a joint outside, things started to happen. I went inside and looked on my computer screen, my desktop picture (of the moon, starts, and nebula) was moving - as if it was a screensaver. It seemed as if the picture had different 'layers' to it, and each layer was moving a different way. The sun in the picture made me squint, even though it was not real - as if the picture was real! <br> <br> Things started getting crazier and crazier every minute. We experience some confusion as to what was going on since everybody in my house was tripping - rather funny, we could not stop laughing not matter what we did. A little ways later, I went into my room alone when everybody else was in the living room, laid down in my dark lighted room with Pink Floyd playing and started at my scenic pictures on the wall. All of a sudden everything round the pictures disappeared and turned into black space, and the pictures seem to be '3D'. The frames of the pictures turned into fluorescent rainbow colors, and seemed to stick out, as if I could touch the back of the pictures on the wall. Truly an amazing sight. For no apparent reason I started laughing out loud, in my room, alone. The music sound *amazing*, Pink Floyd was truly made for tripping. Totally euphoric. <br> <br> I then went to talk to my other friends. The guy who took 6 hits was totally out of it. He was going nuts, in a good way. All the wall paper on my walls, and just about every surface was either breathing or moving in some sort of weird way. We were outside for a bit when it started raining, and that felt very good. I could go on countless hours about the visuals I saw, which were so amazing, but I won't. I called a sober friend of mine, just to see what she would sound like while I am tripping. That kind of kept me in a 'peaceful' state of mind since I knew that everything was not going crazy, and that I will still come down when it is over which kept me in a good mood. She stayed on the phone for nearly 4 hours with me, listening to me babble on, even putting the phone down for 20 minutes straight at 3:00 in the morning! That is truly a good friend, as I know I was probably scaring her with everything I said, but she enjoyed talking to me while I was tripping and I did too. <br> <br> I peaked and did some just plain weird things. I hid in my closet with the lights off for no apparent reason, then scared the living shit out of one of my friends who walked into my room alone when I jumped out, he screamed and nearly freaked out. Later, after we came down a little bit, me and a friend went outside and wrote 'trip' in shaving cream on a friends wind shield just to do something. The trip was amazing, highly visual, and euphoric - but the next day was horrible. I felt like I was 'out of it' the entire day. Probably because I got no sleep, and smoked a bunch of pot all throughout the next day. I was afraid to even talk to my parents on the phone because I would stumble on every word, but alas everything turned out fine when I woke up Sunday at a friends house and was totally fine and feeling good. I would repeat that any time, just maybe during the day next time, a little earlier, so I will be down at night time and be able to sleep at my normal weekend sleeping times so I would wake up in the morning actually feeling normal enough to talk to authority if I needed to.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2002</td><td width="90">ExpID: 16839</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 27, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,735</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=16839&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=16839&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Hangover / Days After (46), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Several friends and I had planned on tripping after classes on Friday, and since none of us got out of class later than 3, we all decided to dose at around 2:30 and then meet up. <br> <br> 2:45 - I was in a good state of mind. This was only my second time tripping, and although my first time was a little weird, I felt that this was going to be different. It was a beautiful day out - sunny, about 75 degrees, Friday. I took my one and a half hits and went back to my dorm. <br> <br> 4:00 - I was starting to feel the effects, so I went to meet my friends. We walked the short distance to the city park to take in the scenery. I was also feeling a little edgy, and decided that it would be a good idea to smoke a bit when we got there to settle into the trip. <br> <br> 4:30 - We get to the park and find an amazing spot to smoke - right at the top of a lake that ran down a bed of rocks, hidden away in about fifty yards of trees. After smoking, we were all feeling really good about our trips, and we went to the grass to lie down and chill for a bit. Everything was shifting - especially the clouds. They were huge, perfectly white, billowy clouds, and there were shifting fractal patterns extending from the edges of them. We were all lost in our own little worlds, watching the grass grow (it really was!) or whatever images our minds decided to project onto the backs of our closed eyelids. Everything was going great - much better than my first experience with LSD. <br> <br> 5:30 - Four of us (out of eight) split off and started to smoke more. They thought that they had picked out a great spot, but they were really just fourty feet or so away from a major road. After a cop drives by twice we decide that it's a good time to head back to campus. <br> <br> 5:45 - Everything is still going strong, and four of us walk around campus on our own, talking about everything that we're thinking about and seeing. All is well in the world for the next several hours. <br> <br> 7:30 - Still peaking, but it's getting a little edgy as the skies turn dark. We decide to smoke. We headed behind one of the dorms to one of the better known smoking spots on campus, and just as we start a cop walks around one end of the building. Two of the four of us run, J and I stayed there and got taken into the campus police station (side note - these are real police, not rent-a-cops or anything). <br> <br> 7:45 - By this time they had tracked down the 2 of us who had ran, and the four of us are sitting in a police station getting interrogated. They thought that there was something up since two of had ran. They were right - J and I had leftover blotter in our rooms. The school has the right to search our rooms whenever they want, and J and I both had our stuff in places where it would have been found. We were still tripping hard, but we knew that we had to make sure they didn't check our rooms <br> <br> Conclusion - We were in the station for two hours. Through all of their questions, all of the mugshots, all the searching, and all the evil I could see in this officer's face, neither J nor I said one word. The other two were fumbling over what they were trying to say, and they both ended up having their rooms searched. Because J an I were silent, we think that the cops thought that we were followers - just along for a smoke out of peer pressure or some crap like that. Earlier in the interogation the cops had said they were going to search all of our rooms, but they didn't. The key to dealing with police is to STAY QUIET. The more you talk, the more potential slip-ups you're going to make. <br> <br> My school is trying to rebuild a reputation shattered by alcohol and drug abuse, and there is no doubt in our minds that had they found the LSD they would have written an official police report. Instead, they let our school's judicial administrator deal with us. <br> <br> The experience in the station was a horrible one. I was freezing cold the whole time, and I was in a very, very bad mental state. I was overwhelmed with feelings of anger and hatred because I was being arrested for something which I felt was not even close to a crime. Since then I go through paranoid episodes if I see police when I'm doing ANYTHING I know I could be written up for. Whether it's smoking pot, speeding, or even J-walking, it happens. I just wanted to post this in hopes that it can help guide people in the decisions they will make or the experiences they have gone through.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10688</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 26, 2007</td><td>Views: 10,822</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10688&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10688&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : General (1), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I saw something about Snow White the other day and it got me to thinking about my first acid trip. I was 16, and had recently just begun my venture into the world of drugs. Of course it all started with that horrible 'gateway' drug, marijuana. I always scoff any time I hear someone say that, but that's pretty much how it went down for me. I'd been smoking the dope for awhile and was ready to try something new. <br> <br> My friend Kevin and I were getting ready to go to a Cavs basketball game with my dad, and he had a couple hits in his pocket, and suggested I try one. This was in the days before pyramids and geltabs, microdots and every other kind of acid technology would later come up with. Those forms were supposed to be 'cleaner' but never seemed to pack the punch that I got from paper. Good ol' fashioned white blotters. Best 5 bucks you'd ever spend. And to think, all these kids are going crazy today over X, spending as much as $30 a hit to get one tenth the buzz. <br> <br> I didn't know much about acid or what to expect. That was probably for the best. Kevin just said it would make me laugh and I would see some cool stuff. Sounded good to me. What could possibly go wrong? He said it would take about 30 minutes to an hour to kick in. It was about a 40 minute ride to the arena, so I figured we'd arrive, find our seats with my dad and then Kevin and I could wander around the arena just as it was kicking in. No big deal, right? I had no idea what was in store. <br> <br> Much to my surprise, my dad decided to stop off on the way for dinner at a local restaurant. Unexpected. This meant I was going to be sitting at a table right across from my unsuspecting father right as this awful drug was kicking in. We rode to the restaurant in complete silence, my dad driving and myself in the passenger seat. About half way there I began feeling cold and my leg started to shake. This overwhelming feeling of 'I know something you don't know' came over me. I dared not turn around and look at Kevin in the back seat. Just try and stay focused. Finally we arrived at the restaurant. We got out of the car. I looked at Kevin and he looked at me, at which point the silence was broken when Kevin said with a straight face 'pretty fuckin' funny, huh?' We both broke out into hysterical laughter. <br> <br> We somehow managed to make it through dinner, trying as best as we could to conceal that fact that our brains were tainted by psychotropic hallucinogens. Not an easy thing to do. Ever seen Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas when Johnny Depp tries to act normal while talking to the desk clerk in the hotel lobby? I can only imagine what my dad was thinking. We arrived at the game to see the sloppiest first quarter of basketball I've ever seen. The Cavs were playing the Orlando Magic, and it was like watching the Washington Generals vs the Washington Generals. <br> <br> Several minutes went by without either team even getting a shot off. Turning the ball over, players falling down and tripping over each other, throwing the ball out of bounds. This was pure torture. I wanted to laugh so bad tears were coming down my face but seeing as there was nothing that a normal person would consider funny about the situation I had to hold back. My dad kept asking me if I was all right. I could only hunch over and pretend to have a stomachache. This was simply too much. It was time for Kevin and I to get out of there before my dad started to think something was up. <br> <br> We began to walk around the concourse. As we walked we both saw a strange boy, probably a few years older than us. Not sure if he was tripping too or if he had before and could tell we were under the influence and wanted to mess with our heads, but he stared directly at us with his beady little eyes and stuck his tongue out. Now what we saw was one of those big lizard kinds with the forked tongue. That was the first part of this experience that really freaked me out. I can only assume that he actually existed since we both saw him. A bit stunned, we continued on our way. <br> <br> We decided to stop and get some ice cream cones. The ice cream at the arena is soft serve, so we decided to get 2 large cones, chocolate and vanilla swirl. The cones were always fairly large, but on this particular day, who knows, maybe it was the drugs, but they seemed to be about 2 feet tall. We walked down the concourse with our ridiculously large ice cream cones, when suddenly we hear a voice from above - 'STOP!' <br> <br> We froze dead in our tracks. Had someone somehow found us out??? We awaited our fate breathlessly. Then the voice spoke again. 'Everybody Limbo!!!' Suddenly we realized it was the public address announcer and limbo music began playing throughout the arena. Here we were, doing the limbo on acid while carrying 2 feet tall ice cream cones. Once again we broke into hysterical laughter. We decided to saunter upstairs and see what the world was like up there. <br> <br> As we got to the top of the escalator, I noticed a balding fat man wearing a trench coat. This character was suspicious to say the least. He headed straight for us. He inched our way until he was standing about a couple feet away from me against the wall. He slowly turned his head and said 'pssssssst' Now this time I thought surely someone has found us out for real. This guy knows what we're up to and he wants to either expose us or join in the fun. Now I'm not sure if this guy was just slow but what he said next left me momentarily speechless. In an eerie whisper he leaned over and said 'where'd you guys get the icecream cones?' Not sure what the big secret was, or why he felt that he needed to whisper, but once again we broke into hysterical laughter. <br> <br> We got back to our seats just in time for the half time show. It was the Cavs wheel chair basketball team. Now there is nothing funny about disabled people, but under the circumstances this was almost too much. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more and was about to lose it another voice came over the loudspeaker. It was an advertisement for Disney on Ice and a tiny sounding Disney voice said at what seemed like a million miles an hour 'sleepyhappydopeygrumpysneezybashfuldoc!!!!' What I heard was more like 'stumpy lumpy dumpy grumpy wheezy trash-ho cock' I choked back my laughter. My dad turned and looked at me and again asked if I was ok. I again hunched over and pretended to moan in pain. The rest of the game/trip was more of the same. <br> <br> All in all it was fairly pleasant for a first trip. Probably best that I didn't know too much about the drug going in. Otherwise I might have been a bit paranoid. My second trip did not go nearly as well. Not knowing much about acid I of course didn't know about acid hang over either, and I was able to parlay it into a sick day from school the following morning. I slept like a baby.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 34097</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 8, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,400</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=34097&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=34097&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1000 ug</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]</span> <br> <br> I am a certified 'psychonaut' I took about 500 LSD, and other trips between the ages of 13 and 35 (I'm 36). <br> <br> THE TRIP <br> <br> The first trip was perhaps the most intense. I thought I had been ripped off and went to the movies at the University: 'The Point', which is probably LSD influenced. About 20 min. into the movie I found that it was amazingly intense and realized SOMETHING had happened and I wondered if anyone else realized how 'different' I was. I got lost in the movie, like a waking dream. (a double feature). <br> <br> On the walk back home on a warm summer night in upstate NY I had an archtypal ego-loss experience. I looked up at the peacefull night sky and felt that I had been walking forever and would be walking forever. Timeless and wonderful, yet scary. In reality it was about 10 NYC sized blocks. I had a vague sense that I had had a life before, but it seemed like a dream. As I walked up to my front door, I put my hand on the handle, wondering if I was really allowed to do this, and walked in - !! My parents and about 20 folks were inside playing folk music! Perfect! I felt grounded again. <br> <br> THE CONVERSION EXPERIENCE: <br> <br> I was, at the time (nearly 14), a total slob/geek who did not understand the concept of excersise. My room was a hideous chaotic mess at all times! I took one look at the room, and one look in the mirror and thought 'this won't do.' I cleaned my room immmaculately, and put most everything at right angles. I trew out crap I had had since I was tiny. I scrubbed, dusted, etc. <br> <br> I finally fell asleep, convinced that I would not be 'me' anymore, an obsession that continued for years, by the way. Having experienced the unreality of the personality, I became frightened of losing myself. Anyway... The next day I woke up and I was 'me' again, except not quite. I did not know it at the time but I had an overnight 'personalityectimy'. I have been meticulously clean, orderly and nicely dressed since that time. I also went jogging for the first time that day and have enjoyed excersise greatly since that time. <br> <br> This first trip was the most benificial, if not the most pleasant. If you are a 'beginner', rather than obsess on drug use, I suggest learning to meditate. Meditating on LSD, BTW, once one knows how, is amazing, but I have come to believe that it makes it harder to do on a regular basis without the drug. <br> <br> 'LSD can make you meet Jesus, but you cannot stay there that way. With meditation, you can.' Baba Neem Karoli from 'Be Here Now' by Ram Dass. Which I should have read BEFORE the acid!! <br> <br> Happy Trails<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1979</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23087</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 5, 2007</td><td>Views: 8,283</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=23087&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=23087&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), Health Benefits (32), Retrospective / Summary (11), First Times (2)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Until now I had never triped on acid before. I had wanted to for years now but I could not find it anywhere. After trying it I couldn't believe of the power this drug has. <br> <br> It was a Friday afternoon, warm and sunny. Me and friend J has planned to pick up some acid today. We met up around noon and took the half hour ride to the town were J's dealer was located. When we got there J ran in and came out 5 minutes later. We drove off and then pulled into a gas station nearby. He told me to pump and pay, and which I did. When I got back into the car he was examine the acid. It was wrapped in tin foil and inside the foil were 10 small pieces of blotter paper which had a design of a sun and rainbow on them. <br> <br> J took 1 of the blotter and stuck it in his mouth. He wrapped the rest of it up and drove off. About 30 minutes later we were back in are home town. J pulled in to his house and we went in up to his room. 'The acid works' he said. J told me he was feeling the effects hitting him. <br> <br> J was an experienced tripper, but me on the other hand had never done it. I had been worried for a small portion of the day on what to expect and if I would have a bad trip, but after talking to J and him telling me to just go with the flow, think positive, and remember it is just a drug, I felt better. Basically for the next few hours we sat around, I played on the computer and he sat on the floor toying with a yo-yo. <br> <br> 'Feeling better now' J remarked. I was feeling better about things now and was ready, I wanted jump into the world of lsd. 'Its time to really trip he said' He told me by judging what one hit had done to him, that I take atleast 3 hits to really start tripping. He unwarped the foil and handed me my 3 hits. He took 3 more hits out for him and dropped em. I dropped the hits right after him. They had a bitter taste almost like vinegar or licking a penny or something. <br> <br> About an hour went by and I hadn't felt anything. J had began to trip already and I worried something may be wrong. I got off the floor and went back onto the computer to browse the internet for awhile. I got bored of it really quick, and began to mess around with the paint program. Again I got bored of it, and began to find myself very restless. I got out of the chair, feeling in the mood to walk around. I walked around looking at the posters on the wall then down at J. J was sitting there on the floor still and looked at me and began to laugh. I laughed back then cut it short. 'Oh shit' I said out loud. <br> <br> I could feel the acid start to effect me. I felt very giddy and happy, fuzzy and a little strange, like begin disconnected from the current world. It worried me a little but the happy giddy hyper mood I was in didn't make it matter to much and so I began laughing again. J joined in on the laughing, and we had to be laughing over nothing for at least 5 minutes straight. After that I sat back onto the chair. I sat there and looked at everything in the room. 'Wow' I said. <br> <br> Everything in J's room was very sharp now, as if everything had a huge epic story behind it. Each object had a birth somewhere in a factory or workshop in a country and has worked it's way down the complex chain to J's room. My vision by now had become very foggy. Things were twinkling in the corners of my eyes, and I had a very strong body high by now. My mind raced with thoughts, anything imaginable would come across my mind. Anything I looked at could have made me ponder for hours on the origins of it or it's use. <br> <br> J had been sitting on the floor and had gotten up now. He was staring deeply at a poster on the wall. My attention was directed to the poster. Everything seemed to move in it, the serpent, the waves, the ship, as if at the time an epic battle had begun. 'Do you see that' I said to J. Yea he murmured, as if his attention was directed more onto the poster then reality. <br> <br> By now the trip had really began to take off. After looking away from the poster I noticed how much I really was tripping. The room seemed to dance in movement, even tho everything really was sitting still. I heard all sorts of noises that didn't make sense with the atmosphere. It began to confuse me greatly. The noises increased and i became very confused. His room had been depleting from around me. Everything was fake. Evrything was just a mirage, and so was I. I only exist until the point I realize I'm just a mirage, and then I vanish. I sat there waiting for me to vanish out of existence. <br> <br> I was very scared at the time. Just let it happen I thought. The chaos of the room grew, and I began to freak out. 'What the hell' I yelled. I seen J come over to me. I was scared to look at him, but the thought of him made me think of him, and now he would disappear of existence. He walked over to me. He look like an alien, something I had never seen before, his face morphed into stretched out shapes and fickeled colors. He reached to me, and I put my hand out, yet it seemed to go right into me, and he pulled out real quick. Suddenly the noise stopped. <br> <br> 'The music was way to loud' he said. Ok just the music, it was only the radio the whole time not my mind, the drug had made things distorted that all. I stamped that into my mind, but the sight of the room made me scared it would repeat. 'We need to leave' I told J. 'OK' J said and we both walked out. It occurred to me as we went down the steps, neither of us knew exactly were we were leaving to. At the bottom of the steps J stopped turned to me, and said something. It made no sense at all. I said 'What' but his reply still made no sense. 'Oh shit' I thought accidently saying it out loud. Now what? I felt as if we were trapped in a void, we could not communicate cuz we were from 2 different planets. We would stand there like cavemen for ever trying to communicate. The feeling of the fake reality had returned, and I began to get worried again. <br> <br> Finally I pushed J, and he began to walk. He went out the front door and onto the porch. The outside world was totally different. It was bright, warm, sunny, beautiful day out. The sky danced in colors, the ground moved in flowing waves, the houses around us had a perfect cheery look to them. It was total bliss and I wanted to be there forever. 'Stop' I yelled. 'Lets chill here' J turned around and sat on the step. My mind raced again, and 2 thoughts replayed in my head that I remember most. First was the thought for some reason that the acid had fried J's mind into a caveman state. He just moved around not talking, and sticking to primitive moves. It prolly would have made sense if I was sober, but now to me J was just a mindless drone. Not worth even talking with, I didn't want to be a guide for mindless nothing. The second thought was the surroundings. They slowly went from total bliss, to a creepy state of happiness. <br> <br> I began to feel uncomfortable out there and wanted to go inside. Forgetting completely about J I stood up and went inside. But had trouble getting in. I could not open the door, I had forgot how to. I stood there not knowing what the hell I was doing trying to open the door, until J's mom appeared standing there. She said something but it came out in fast noises that I did not understand. I looked up at her and smiled and went in brushing her out of my way. When inside I had the feeling she was staring at me from behind, and I turned around quickly. She had been outside, and I worried if J was involovd with her. <br> <br> I sat down on the couch and watched tv. The words made no sense, and everything on the tv seemed to jump livly kinda like watching a 3d movie with those blue and red glasses on. The couch, very confrotable at the time, had felt like it was eating me alive. I sunk deeper and deeper into it until I called out for help. J's brother, who knew we were tripping on acid, told me I was fine and to watch tv. I look at the tv and watched as it danced with life and color, gazing onto the screen almost as if I was controlling what happened on it with my mind. This amazed me and I must have spent hours staring at the tv 'controlling it with my mind'. <br> <br> After awhile I felt myself return back to reality. Slowly things began to make sense and reality began to come back to me. I glance towards the door and it was dark out. 'Damn I wonder what time it is' I said aloud. I was still speaking my thougts aloud on accident. I could still feel buzzed, when I got up to walk, I felt wobbly and dizzy, tracers still frizzed around, but I knew I was for sure coming down off the acid. <br> <br> My mind was in a total jam. It felt warped, as if I had been through this loong mental chaos, as if I had lost my mind and just got it back still confused as if I was tripping or not. But then I realized I pretty much had been thorugh it. <br> <br> About an hour passed an J emerged from upstairs. I guess when I was peaking on the couch I had not noticed when J came inside, or really when it had changed from light to dark outside, or when J's brother had fell asleep on the couch across the room. My buzz was going away fast, and J said he was still tripping a little bit but was coming down also. About an hour later I found myself dozing off on the couch and soon after fell asleep. <br> <br> The next morning I reflected on my experience. It was crazy, deff different kinda experience. I enjoyed most of it but some was a little negitive when the confusion was strong. Yes I would do it again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24343</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,455</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24343&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24343&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 bowls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(cookie / food)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was my first experience on a psychedelic substance. I've used weed for awhile, and read up on how L.S.D. worked, so I was prepared for the worst. Before the trip I had a brother pass away but I was done mourning his death and accepted it. <br> <br> My friend 'F' dropped 2 hits of liquid on a sweetart candy, wrapped it in tin foil, put it in a film container, and gave the bad boy to me after school.His only words of advice? Don't do it alone.Well I thought he meant not to trip alone, meaning be with someone else, and that someone else would in the future be sober, meanwhile I would be taking the whole 2 hits 'alone'. <br> <br> 12:00-So school got out at 12:00 because it was a teacher workday or some school oriented hypocrisy. 'F' disappeared and wasn't seen again until after the day was over. Anyways I walked with my friend's 'P', and 'K' to k's house. I was so excited about the score that I couldn't wait to tell my friends on the walk. I show them the sweetart, and they laugh telling me I should wait to take it. I agree, and I also agree to smoke some bowls. After a haze of three massive lung draining bong bowls, my friends start to reconsider the fact of me taking the hit.They want me to trip since 'K's guardians are 'cool', and they won't mind if they see me trippin' balls. K is also experienced with sitting people on drugs. <br> <br> 1:00-Without hesitating and eagerly stoned and ready to flow, I decided it was time. I took the tart around 1:00 p.m., placing it under my tounge patiently waiting for it to dissolve. Within five minutes it dissolved and I couldn't taste anything but the orange flavor the sweetart produced. 'P' had to go home at 1:30, and I started feeling a coldness engulf my body slowly. As 'K' and I we're just wasting time sitting on his couch watching t.v., a music video came on that, someone, somewhere had to have put on because they knew I was starting to trip. The music video was by Soundgarden and it was called 'The day I tried to live'. Great song but horrible video to see while tripping. My friend was starting to crack up watching me and because he knew the video was fucked up also. I asked him 'Are you seeing what I'm seeing', and he said 'Yeah' that made us crack up! <br> <br> 2:00-After the video was over I simultaneously felt my brain slowly spiral, and melt into the back of my neck, and I magically shrunk into an ant sized human.During this state of physical and visual awareness I realized how big everything was and that 'K' looked like a grizzly giant human! I had to do something.My natural response was to snap out of such a powerful hypnotic trance. Using all of my spirit, mind, and soul I was able to break free from this life changing experience. 'It hit me', I shouted and stood up frantically pacing around in a circle trying to figure out what to do. 'K' instantly knew I was frying so he tried to console me telling me that it was just the acid, but I had so many thoughts racing, about my brother, life, death, the universe, humans, past, present, the future, good, evil. <br> <br> I saw my family, and they were happy, especially my brother. I needed something to drink or do something other than watch t.v. I was about to break down and lose everything. It was so synthetic, the inside of his house felt synthetic and materalistic. The visual part of the acid slowly started to creep in again because I noticed how the walls were breathing with me. I'd inhale and the walls would change purple and come towards me as if they were going to touch me, and exhale they'd go back to normal size. This was calming me down, which might be suprising but in the insanity it helped me keep my breathing rate normal, or at least what I thought was normal. We decide to go outside, and I stumble in his backyard. <br> <br> 3:00-4:00 Gazing at the sky I realize that everything natural outside was so beautiful and awe inspiring that there has to be a God..The clouds had a Yin Yang effect with dark nasty evil clouds on one side, and bright and peaceful clouds on the other. I was standing right in the middle. I felt a mind force that just had to have been a greater being.This would have to be the climax of the trip. <br> <br> 5:00-Now what happens when we go inside to drink water was the most incohrent part of the trip. We try and talk to 'K's parents as they just came home and so did his little brother and friends. As 'K's mom started talking, a lizard like tounge would slither out from her mouth and lick her face, exactly like a lizard would do in 'reality'. I was so entranced in this that I didn't even notice if she was asking me a question or anything.This really scared me so I wanted to walk home, and I told 'K' but he told me I couldn't walk all the way back to my house which was about 2 miles away. But he tells me that his mom can give me a ride to my friends house who lives about a mile away. <br> <br> 5:30-We leave and the car feels like a submarine, the windows looked like semi-bubbles pushed inward. And my ant trip dawns in again, and I think wow this is a crazy first trip on acid. K and his mom drop me off at my friend 'D's' house and I immediately told him I was tripping. Obviously he asks where he could get some, but I told him that this was the last two hits my friend had in his vial but I might be able to get some horrid paper:) D loads a bowl and we walk into a field behind his house. I look at the clouds again but this time they have small tracer points on them and when I move my head they follow the direction. I smile big and wide knowing that the insanity is finally coming to an end. <br> <br> 7:30- 'D' drives me home and we talk about how infinite life is and the human body is just an instrument, the spirit is the main force. It all depends on your outlook. We finally get to my house and I go directly to my room because my parents are asleep and I wouldn't want to bother them in the state of mind I'm in now. I slowly slide under my blankets. My eyes are open this whole time, and they won't shut because they are watching the Revolutionary War. The t.v. must've of been on with the mute on and a storm was brewing outside. I remember cannons being fired and people yelling 'charge!' I was utterely blown away by a raw hallucination. <br> <br> Peace <br> Ydoc<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1999</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24308</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 5, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,400</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24308&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24308&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I recently began to experiment with hallucinogens. I have done LSD 7 times and mushrooms 3 times now. All of the experiences have been positive, although I wish I would have tried mushrooms before LSD. LSD is a much more hard drug than mushrooms and my shroom experiments seemed insignificant compared to my LSD trips. My doses for shrooms were from 2.5-7 grams and lsd from .5 of a hit to 1.5 hits. I have decided not to take large doses of LSD as my friends who do LSD, quickly increased their dose and now complain of tolerance. The next time I trip with a friend I will definitely increase my dose to 2 hits, but for now 1 has been fine. Tonight I'm planning on taking 1 hit, this being my first trip alone. <br> <br> In the past month I have had 4 flashbacks. I had none prior to this, although the first time I did LSD was 4 months ago. My first flashback happened while sleeping. I remember thinking I had just awoke in my bed. Getting up, I noticed a huge design on my wall, a red viny square. The vines seemed to be moving around the square perimeter. At this time I felt as if I was on LSD and knew I was having a flashback. Not only was I hallucinating but the high was evident as well. This is all I can recall of my first flashback although I remember feeling as if I had awoken from the flashback, only to realize I was still sleeping and being swept into another flashback. This happened several times before I finally woke up. During the flashback I felt a little frightened, but upon waking up and thinking about what had just happened I felt fine. <br> <br> My second flashback also happened while sleeping. I can't recall much of what happened during this experience, much like the first flashback. The same thing happened, I felt as if I was awake as the LSD high swept over me. All I remember was my lamp, which is actually in the opposite side of the room from where I was, was on my dresser and biting me. I then unplugged it to stop it from biting me but it continued. This flashback was a little more frightening but again, upon waking up I felt fine. <br> <br> A few days ago me and a friend decided to pick up some bud. My school had recently been under investigation by a nark posing as a student and busted 9 drug dealers and scared most of the other dealers out of their jobs. Bud has been quite dry so I haven't smoked as much as usual lately. That was most definitely the reason I had gotten a lot higher than normal off of quite a normal dose of 1.5 gs to be shared between me and my friend. I also have learned it's much better to hold in your hits until the pipe comes back to you, definitley increasing my high as well. Once the weed was done we went to his a room, a room I have tripped on LSD before. <br> <br> I started to notice his very colorful wall paper started to glow and I even noticed some colors that I had never even seen on his wall paper before were standing out. Everything seemed quite normal and I didn't think I would be having another flashback, until the colors on the wall seemed to be moving and blending together, as they had while tripping in his room. At this time I told my friend I was seeing shit on his wall and he told me my pupils were dilated. I did not know that pupils became dilated during a flashback? During this flashback I did not feel frightened. Probably because I was awake and in more control. After a minute or two of moving colors, things gpt even more weird. When I looked at my friend, he looked exactly as he did when I looked at him on acid earlier. I can't explain the way he looked except that he looked small and he's 6'5'. His room looked very large, even though it's small and I felt tiny. <br> <br> Two days later me and the same friend picked up 2 grams of some wonderful smelling blueberry bud. Again, we went into his room feeling quite high. I felt tired so layed down looking at his ceiling. Theres a water stain on his ceiling from rain and the stain started to take the shape of many worms crawling out the ceiling. My eyes dilated again and colors seemed brighter. I was half asleep during most of this flashback and noticed many closed eye patterns, much more intricate than the usual visuals anyone sober will see with closed eyes. As well during this flashback I remember seeing green and purple patterning over everything reminding me of shrooms. I have never heard of anyone having flachbacks due to shrooms, but these patterns were not acid-like and I had seen these exact patterns while on shrooms before. <br> <br> All of my flashbacks have been positive experiences. While sleeping the flashbacks were much more intense, but more frightening. While awake the LSD high was not evident but it was evident of patterns and movement of colors. These experiences have not changed my thoughts on LSD, and I will continue to experiment with this wonderful drug.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 11969</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 10, 2007</td><td>Views: 11,023</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11969&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11969&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had done acid 8-9 times previously and was looking for an absolutely mind-bending experience, so while with a couple of friends (who took 2 doses each) I took 8 doses of some pretty good liquid lavender. First trip effects were sliding visuals and auditory hallucinations about 20 mins after dosing. After about an hour I am having full blown sliding visuals, then it gets fun. <br> <br> My vision becomes mirrored, in the left half of my vision I see what is actually occurring (kinda) and the right side of my vision is an exact mirror image of the left. I am living in deja vu for about an hour, everything I see and hear has happened to me before. Then I feel tingling. I look down and my skin is crawling with centipedes. I convince myself that there are no bugs and the tingling finally subsides. <br> <br> Then, my friends and I decide to take a walk down an unpopulated path, my legs function fine but instead of seeing the path and surroundings I am seeing the primordial origins of earth. I see the first cell divisions and my consciousness then zooms outward into space. I am flying through the cosmos and finally reach the absolute center (or end?) of the universe. I speak with a being of pure energy. My friend speaks to me and I am brought back suddenly to earth. Then reality begins to dissolve - everything fragments into its component atoms and is pulled into a black void. <br> <br> I fight to stop from being absorbed but my arms begin to break apart. I am struggling as hard as I can to stop from being pulled into oblivion. This is the end. I stop fighting the void and allow myself to be pulled inward. I am in another place the likes of which I can barely begin to describe. I am a ball of pure energy in a myriad of undiscernable color and sound. I believe I am dead, yet I am not saddened by this revelation. This place I have come to is a billion times more beautiful than the reality I had previously known. <br> <br> But something is wrong, I hear voices calling me back, saying that I cannot go yet, there are things I must do. I am being pulled back through the void against my will but this time the journey is different. Pain, agony, despair, an eternity of misery in the void until finally I am back in my body again. <br> <br> Apparently I had sat down on a park bench in a daze and my friends were talking to me for some time trying to snap me out of it. Though I am back in this reality, I still am experiencing massive somatic, visual, and aural hallucinations. My friends and I decide to return home and put on some Trance to ride out the rest of the trip, which I will not describe as it seems miniscule compared to what I have just described. <br> <br> Approximately 18 hours after dosing I am back to baseline. This trip was by far the longest most mind-bending trip I have ever had on any substance, but afterwards, it didn't seem frightening, but illuminating. Hooray for Discordia. Since that trip LSD has become my favorite drug.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10935</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 23, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,998</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10935&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10935&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Glowing Experiences (4), Nature / Outdoors (23), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.8 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">58 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Set: I'd been wanting to try LSD for some time, had no big troubles with life, and was just looking forward to spending some quality time with two of my best friends. <br> <br> Setting: My friend's house, no parents for a couple of weeks, only chance of intruders would be my friends brother, who is a very nice guy and who we didn't expect to frighten us in any way, not even by looking really really angry. We mainly used the livingroom for our adventure, but one sometimes feels the need to piss, thus ending up walking through the hall, into the toilet, and back through the hall. We didn't confine ourselves to one space. <br> <br> Time: About 21:00 or something. <br> <br> *My participating friends will as from now be known as O, who supplied the house, and E, who is a mad painter. <br> <br> The trip: <br> We started by listening to Count Basie and Duke Ellington, and divided the trips. We had 2,5 papertrip, so we cut them apart in 3 pieces so that each of us had approximately 0,8 trip. We then put them away somewhere in our mouth, only to find them back a couple of hours later in the trip. <br> I don't know exactly how long the onset took, probably about an hour, which we spent watching this thing on Animal Planet about futuristic animals, that had been videotaped by my girlfriend, especially for occasions like this. <br> <br> When the trip started, I felt about the same way as I feel when the mushrooms kick in: anxious, high, and experiencing that typical hallucinogen-weirdness that you only notice when it's gone, slowly creaping up your mind, indicating that you are then officially tripping. <br> <br> After a change of music (we felt like we needed music that was as weird as possible, and Yonderboi wouldn't do) we decided to build a jungle in the livingroom out of the many plants that were at that time positioned on a square table by the wall. So we arranged them as they looked their best, and then went out into the house, looking for stuff to put into our little paradise. <br> <br> O's mother makes all this stuff herself, like dolls and all, and in her glass closet we found a large jungle-house, a circle of witches dancing around a candle, and a mushroom-man on a piece of wood. We also gathered a large rock, some wooden lizards, 3 wooden elephants, 2 wooden men ploughing the land with the help of a wooden ox, and some weird wooden art-object that looked really cool. We set these up in the jungle and started playing with it. I will spare you the whole story. <br> <br> Throughout the trip some weird stuff happened, as is to be expected when tripping. I have on same age developed a feeling that I am better, smarter, more advanced than others of my age. I acknowledge this feeling, and I hate it and it want it to go away. Somewhere in the trip we each took a cup out of the kitchen to drink from. I took the one that said 'Wim', which was the name of O's father. I told them I was the boss in this house because I had that cup. <br> <br> Later, there was a large pillow lying on the bank, on which I decided to sit. It looked sort of like a throne, and this is what I imagined while sitting there, feeling like since I was very good at thinking and very smart, and I'd read a lot of stuff about drugs etc, and I would sort of 'lead' this trip. All of a sudden, O and E started joking about how I tried to be the leader and tried to be the best because of the thing with the cup and now I was sitting in a throne, like I was better than they were. I didn't like this, so I sat down on the ground really quickly because I didn't want to be like that. Afterwards we talked about this and they didn't mean anything they'd said, they had just been joking, but for me it was some real evidence that change was needed, like the LSD pressed me with my nose onto the facts. <br> <br> Another thing that happened was when we were listening to Wim Mertens. E and I had on more than one occassion talked about this song by Wim Mertens, called 'Wound to Wound'. I really loved it and so did he, but a friend of his used to freak out on that song while tripping, because the music goes on and on in what may seem like neverending spirals. Now I had just put on the Wim Mertens CD, not even thinking about 'Wound to Wound' being on it as the final song. Suddenly the song began, and E asked me 'Wound to Wound?' and I answered 'Yeah...what a coincidence'. <br> <br> So there we were, in an LSD-trip as we had often imagined, listening to this bizar song that his friend would freak out on. It was really amazing, I saw the most beautiful forms and figures with closed eyes and was intensly enjoying the music. E told us he had flown through his school and he could see every corner of it, into the smallest detail. O had been watching the circle of witches dancing around the flame all the while. And when the last notes of the song had ended, he saw how, with a last flicker, the flame died out, like it was ment to be that way. <br> <br> After that we thought we might listen to Godspeed, although I was in doubt about the effect it would have on our trip (the music being not very optimistic). Here I saw how easy someone can talk himself into a bad trip. I went to the toilet, I felt some beginning naseau, I added the Godspeed to it, mixed in some negative thoughts, and my bad trip was on it's way. Although I don't believe a bad trip to be a bad thing, I didn't want it then, so I started thinking of positive things. This really helped me, and I discovered that one can talk himself almost as easily in as he can talk himself out of a bad trip, at least while tripping on LSD. <br> <br> Afterthoughts: <br> We did MDMA the next day, and in the week that followed these two drugs, the coincidences have been extremely frequent. It is a fun thing to notice those coincidences in your life, and the way they seem to increase with every trip you experience, like the trip opened up your Doors of Perception, but they have never fully closed again. <br> <br> In the long run I first didn't feel like I had truly learned something during that trip. But now I see that maybe this trip hasn't literally learned me something, but has learned me something inside my head, something I have not consciously experienced yet. <br> <br> LSD seemed to me more ordered, more clear and steady, less shaky than mushrooms. With mushrooms it was often chaotic, but LSD seemed straight to the point. This first time LSD-trip was really great, and more will surely follow. I hope we will build more jungles with more friends, and I hope everybody will build jungles with their friends, tripping on LSD (or anything you desire), listening to Wim Mertens' 'Wound to Wound'.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 30611</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 23, 2007</td><td>Views: 4,951</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=30611&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=30611&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Relationships (44), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">20 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">500 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">154 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-warning">[Erowid Note: The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]</span> <br> <br> <span class="erowid-warning">[Erowid Note: The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]</span> <br> <br> Went to this trance rave at the Stratford Rex called 1500 micrograms with this chick and her sister etc. Started drinking and smoking weed straight away then dropped the three trips and drank and smoked loads more. At about 5am I bumped into a friend and he said 'have some k' so I said 'give me a line' and he just gave me a note and said snort it out of the wrap so I did. Sniffed as much as I could up each nostril one after the other, must have been about 0.5g, then immediately these sort of cogs rose up from the bottom of my vision, drowning me. I squinted watching the ravers bobbing and moving and the lights. I think I might have sat down or just slumped on the dance floor.<br> <br> I was in limbo, and I could see spirals coming at me with heads on the end. The heads were telling me 'you're going to hell' but I said 'I know hell hell doesn't exist'. To this they replied 'hell must exist if you accept the concept exists'. I knew I was going to stay in limbo anyway, and that the heads were wrong. The heads were in some way the beings responsible for the implementation of fate, though I knew they were just chumps for trying to control people in the physical world when they can always escape this control in their minds and dreams.<br> <br> Then I could feel hands on me in my dream, fully submerged in unconsciousness, and I came round to the sound of beeping, white walls and childrens drawings. There were two nurses, and I thought I was in the back room of the club. Then I realised I was in white chapel hospital with a tube stuck in my arm. I told them I wanted to leave and that I was fine and they said I had to wait for the doctor. I pulled the drip tube out of my arm and it went pop and all this blood spurted out of the hole, and I tried to get up and leave but they wouldn't give me my clothes.<br> <br> Then the doctor came and they put the tube back in my arm and I passed out again. I woke up at 9am and they let me go, and I was still shaking and stuff. Basically I passed out in the club at about 5am and they called an ambulance, and I didn't wake up until 9am, while the club had shut at 7am. That date didn't go too well, but pretty successful for a 4 hour full immersion k-hole!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2002</td><td width="90">ExpID: 43441</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 26, 2007</td><td>Views: 22,878</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=43441&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=43441&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Ketamine (31), Alcohol (61) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Overdose (29), Entities / Beings (37), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">215 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Me and my best friend Al, whom I've tried every drug for the first time with and do 95% of my drugs with him, had the sudden *need* to trip. We had done shrooms once before and loved it. So, we contacted all the people we knew that would have shrooms, but to no avail. Finally, our main dealer of very fine hydro weed told us he had a lot of shrooms. We asked him if he could hold 1/4oz for him to drop off to us the next day since he said he was way too whacked out to drive anywhere and me and Al only being 16 and having only driving permits. <br> <br> Well the next morning, I called him and he gave us some bullshit story about some kids beating him up and stealing all his shrooms (felt like crying). He then informed us he has some highgrade LSD that we cud buy for 5$ a hit. WOW! The shrooms cost us 50$ for 1/4 last time. Since my parents went shopping for the day, me and Al drove my sisters car to the dealers house (a lot of cars look like cop cars when youre driving without a liscense). Well we got to his house, purchased the lsd and drove his turn back home (first time we ever drove without a parent). We were so excited we took the acid in my driveway sitting in the car. <br> <br> The dealer told us smoking after taking the acid would make the comeup more comfortable bescause youre already messed up. So, we smoked a shitload of some good weed. So we baked out my sisters car and finished the weed about T+45mins. We were very very stoned, definately the acid was taking affect. The next 5 hours I can't remember things in a linear sense of time, just in what room I was in when something happened. <br> <br> My room <br> Feeling very panicy. Am I insane? Wait, no I'm on acid. But no drug is powerful enough to do this right? Pretty much what went through my mind for what seemed like 2 hours. Probably 10 minutes who knows. This was basically the only 'bad trip' part of the whole experience. Even though I did have slight panic throughout the trip, nothing seemed to be bad or good. Theres a huge mirror in my room and me and Al were just staring into it while we were in this room. Absolutely no communication between us. I could see my body mutating like i had hundres of birth defects. I much prefer the 'bubble-gum' like visuals of shrooms, but this will do =). I was mostly floating around the room having no thoughts at all just pure emotions. Fear, joy, everything. Don't get me wrong, fear felt just as pleasurable as joy did. Fear was like being afraid of the boogeyman under your bed when youre 8, but knowing youre older and nothings wrong. Sort of like having your cake and eating it too. We then decided to go back into my sisters car and smoke? I dont remember smoking but I wouldnt go there unless we were goin to. <br> <br> Living room <br> We passed my living room on the way to the front door. Wow, every room has different faces on the walls. So, we went to every room in my house to see some very bizarre visuals. My mom used watercolor paint throughout the house so the walls look very odd. One room looked like a bunch of robot heads on the wall. Another room had heiroglyphic type writing inscribed on the walls. It wasn't as if these things were actually on the walls. It was more like what you would see in one of those 3D-eye books. Next we enter the room my family previously called the red room. Basically used for storage for important papers with red colored walls. Well these walls had hundres of demon-like faces on them. This scared the shit out of both of us and we quickly left that room. I don't really go in there anymore. <br> <br> Oh yea we were going to go outside. Then it took a longass time to get my sneakers downstairs and return upstairs to the living room. Still no thinking going on in my head. That voice in my head that always talks to me. Dead. Just emotions 1000x stronger then normal. Finally sitting on the couch about to put my sneakers on. I then glance at the clock in the kitchen. From now on I had no visuals but time actually went backwards! I dont remember the exact times but I stared at the clock for a few minutes and each minute the clock would go one minute backwards. This really freaked me out, and the clock was digital not one of those littlehand bighand clocks. So I managed to get my sneakers on, wasnt able to tie them though and we trooped outside. <br> <br> Sisters car <br> We sit down in the car and put on some music (Mystikal). This was a dumb choice for music to trip to, but oh well. In the car, I felt I had died and was in the after-life. This was a GREAT feeling. Most people would think this would be very very frightening but nope. I fel totally detached from the material world. I no longer had the overwhelming emotions from before. My mind was completely clear of anything, just pure euphoria. I remember the intro to the cd sounding exactly like my next door neighbor's dad yelling for me from his yard. But hes not dead like me right? Cant be. So, I just shrugged it off. At one point I remember having a ciggarette in my hand. Walking back from the car to my house was more like floating then walking. I used my mind to to move, not my legs. Wow, the after-life rules. I experimented with this around the house for a while which then reminded me of video games. <br> <br> Back to my room <br> We put in NFL2K for dreamcast and played this while the trip began to slowly die down. Sort of like how marijuana tapers down. The same feeling just getting less and less noticeable as time goes by. We played a few games and were no longer tripping, but definately not at baseline. We decided to smoke the last of our weed which was about 2 grams. After the blunt, it felt like a very mild dxm trip. Very cool. <br> <br> My parents returned home in perfect timing. Thank god they didn't come home while I was dead inside my sister's car. That would of been hard to explain to someone who is in another dimension then youre in. Later that night I was very tired but couldnt sleep. So, I took a few nyquil gelcaps. About 20 minutes later I felt I was on dxm again. Well technically I was, but nyquil never does this to me. About an hour after enjoying this state, I passed out (in my own bed somehow). I took the acid about 3p.m. and slept at about 12 a.m. Wow I never felt so good for so long. This would be my first experience of many psyhoactive drugs which I now love for recreation and as a key to the hidden secrets of myself. To think I was hiding secrets from myself!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 13236</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 3, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,038</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13236&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13236&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(edible / food)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">85 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well I'd tripped 4 times before, of varying strengths, it always went well, although it was in the right situation each time. In fact one of the times was one of the best nights of my life - certainly the funniest! :) This night was a little different. We were going to a party, and there were meant to be several of us going. In the end 3 of us turned up. Now there is where I should have realised that taking acid wouldn't be a good idea. <br> <br> 00:00 dropped ecstacy. <br> <br> As usual the e kicked in and made everything fluffy. :) The music got better and I started to grin a lot. Even though there were 3 of us, I thought the music was so good that I wouldn't have a problem. I've been to many parties before, with & without e, on my own or with 1-2 friends. But not acid. <br> <br> 01:30 dropped acid <br> <br> Well, the music was really good when I took the acid. I was a double-dosed sugar cube. I'm heavily into psychedelic trance, and I loved it long before I took any chemical. In fact the music was really really really good, which is why I think I finally decided to take the stuff. Unfortunately the ecstacy wasn't the best I've had, although it was nice, it didn't last very long so by the time the acid started to affect me the pill was on the way out. <br> <br> 02:15 or so... acid hits. <br> <br> The trouble is, after that, the music got shit. I fully believe the music was shit, several acquaintences I met there have verified that it was, for want of a better term 'bad trip' music. Very repetitive, which psytrance normally isn't, and loopy. Yuk. It was still ok-ish, but things started to go wrong. The chai tea was too milky. The indian massage bloke was asleep. Another couple of friends who were meant to turn up, didn't. <br> <br> I started to get the weird picture that this was not a happy world. I think it was excaberated by the fact that a lot of other people there were tripping too and they weren't smiling a lot. In fact I think few people really enjoyed the music that night. I am normally a happy person, I prefer to smile or laugh at stuff than get depressed, but that night I had a very hard time being happy. I also like to cheer people up and make them laugh, but obviously in my state I couldn't do that. I wanted to apologise for being on a bad one and 'dragging my friends down'. <br> <br> Then the fear started. I didn't have a FULL ON bad trip then, it was semi-controllable and only lasted 3-4 hours, but it was bad enough. I was pretty scared, and just wanted to get away from the music. But I couldn't get away from the music, trains & buses don't run all night in these here parts. It was about 4:00am by this time. <br> <br> So what happened was I spent about 2 1/2 hours lying on a staircase (with fresh air, which helped) with 1 friend, trying to get my head back into order. God knows where the other friend was - we did go and find him to see if he was ok, he looked in better shape than me, but still not having the best time. Then after sitting there for 5 mins he headed back to the dancefloor. Hardcore. :) <br> <br> It hasn't happened on any of the other trips, but I felt as if walls in my head were being broken down, and it came down to the typical 'Am I mad?' question. Now I was able to answer 'No, I'm not, or I wouldn't ask that question. I am, however, heavily tripping' :) I also asked myself if I was an evil person, because I felt nasty. I decided that was stupid as well, I have any number of friends who can vouch for me being nice. <br> <br> At about 06:00, the music got better (different dj!) but by then I was too worn out to dance. Mental battles like that really wear you out. So we left about 6:30. Once we got out of the building I was feeling a bit better, it was a nice morning, birds singing etc etc. But the weirdness wasn't over, just the bad part. :D <br> <br> Waiting for, and then sitting on, the bus on the way back to my friend's place was BIZARRE. All 3 of us were conducting a conversation which took place mainly without speaking. At least it seemed that way. We would say maybe 1 word out of 20, and yet the conversation still took place. It was one of those head conversations about fractals. I love fractals. :) All 3 of us have puzzled over this, and my personal findings are inconclusive. I was tripping hard, which makes it very very hard to be objective, but that was something I haven't experienced at all on acid before, and I do believe in esp and the like. Who knows, maybe we achieved true telepathy that day. <br> <br> Anyway, after sitting on the bus for an hour, we got back to friend's house and put on some damn good music. Immediately I felt MILES MILES better. Very euphoric, like the aftermath of a huge adrenalin hit. We all enjoyed the remainder of our comedowns with a large amount of strong skunk, and great music, as we tried to piece together what we had experienced. <br> <br> As it stands, I am reluctant to class this as a 'bad trip' because I dealt with it, and the latter 3 hours were actually a lot of fun. What I have noticed is, since then, I do get mild paranoia when smoking pot. Nothing like that, but sometimes I get nasty feelings, and have to reassure myself that it's just the drugs. I used to get paranoia from weed, but didn't for about 3 years prior to that fateful evening. <br> <br> I will probably try acid again - but only if I'm sure and if the situation is right. I don't really want to experience *that* again, but at the same time I've had great times with it, and I am 99% certain that the reason it all went titsup was the music and not having enough stuff around to cheer me up. Next time we go to a party, we're going to take backgammon or something so if it all gets bad, at least we can play games :D<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 12884</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 5, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,751</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=12884&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=12884&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Large Group (10+) (19), Music Discussion (22), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 7:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 10:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 carts.</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 10:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 11:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've known a few people who have done acid before, but I was a person who said 'it's not natural, it's a chemical, I won't do it.' Understandable. Then one day we all went to a rave and I saw how much fun they had while tripping on acid that I decided 'All right, I'll try it. You guys do it, and I trust you, you're enjoying yourselves so I'll try it.' So that opportunity was August 2001. A friend of mine had obtained some acid, called 'Pyramids', and one night we went to a party she was having. At about 11 PM she shows it to us, and I say 'Hey, I'll try it. First time.' So I took one hit right off the bat, and gave the other hit to another friend. <br> <br> At about 11:45 PM she says 'It's time.' She turns on a light beaming at a disco ball, thus creating many moving lights on the wall. I looked at it for a few minutes. It was odd, this looks really cool. Yet I don't get why. Maybe if I stare some more I'll figure it out. At midnight I was looking at my friend who took the other hit. He said 'That's mad cool. I don't get it.' 'That's just what I was thinking.' It seemed really weird that we were thinking the same thing. I was handed this little light thing we bought at Spencers, a little hand held light thing with 3 spinning lights. I watched it spin, and it seemed wicked weird, yet cool at the same time. <br> <br> Eventually at 12:15 something happened. As I was watching the lights spin they suddenly formed black trails that followed them somewhat slowly. I said out loud 'Holy shit that's awesome!' I stopped the lights and the trails continue to spin until they disappeared gradually. I would spin the lights again, the trails formed immediately, I stopped the lights and the trails continued for a bit again.' I was so impressed I took another hit and we smoked some pot. Every hit I took seemed to make the trip a little more intense. <br> <br> At 1:00 AM we took a walk to my other friend's dorm. There I smoked a lot of pot, and by 2:00 I was tripping ridiculously hard. What happened in that hour was mindblowing. When we got there I smoked a little pot. By 1:15 I was sitting in a lounge room listening to techno. For some reason I seemed to connect with the music, it made sense to listen to it. It had a clarity I hadn't noticed before. Then I started looking around the room. The posters were absolutely unreal. They glowed in the blacklights, and they had a level of depth I never saw. Parts of them seemed to sink down into the wall, and bright colors seemed to appear somewhat off the poster, as if they were hovering above the poster. <br> <br> There was a picture of a grim reaper, the skeleton holding the large blade wearing a black cloak. It was so much fun to stare at that poster. The skull seemed to shift positions every split second, and it was always staring at me. It's hand was moving a little, as if it were waving the blade at me. And his cloak was moving gracefully in some sort of breeze. Just staring at the poster was enough, then I stared at the ceiling. It was a stucco ceiling, with those little bits of it that hang down from the ceiling. All those little dots seemed to turn purlpe in the black light, and then every single one of them would start to flow in a direction away from me. Some groups seemed to form shapes. <br> <br> By 3:00 AM I had taken another hit of acid and then one of my friends took out some blue glowsticks on strings. Hard trance techno was being played and he proceeded to give the best lightshow I had ever seen. To this day I have seen few people that compare to his skills. When it was going, the room was only lit by his glowsticks. Everyone disappeared, so I only saw my buddy and his glowsticks. And the glowsticks seemed to glow in a way I had never noticed before. They were ultra-bright, yet fuzzy and I saw them in perfect clarity, like I saw just the light, not the plastic casing they were in. I had a cigarette, a menthol marlboro light. It was something I didn't expect, it tasted so ridiculously bad. It was like sucking dry, hot, cardboard-flavored air, and I could feel the smoke moving across my teeth, and whenever I exhaled, I had to cough because it would loosen some phlegm in my throat. <br> <br> At 4:00 AM I was really feeling the trip. It all seemed to cumulate to this feeling I was having. After listening to a lot of techno I felt this weird feeling that there was a war between people that prefer E to Acid, and vice versa. My friends were talking about the differences between both drugs, and then I hadn't taken E yet. But they gave enough information that I was going to prefer Acid. We started watching the movie 'The Wall' and it seemed to be made for acid people. Of course it was, but I hadn't seen it tripping before, it never seemed to make any sense. Now I completely understood what it was all about. Talking to my friends seemed so philosophical because it was really easy to relate to whatever they were talking about. <br> <br> By 5:30 AM we were playing video games and smoking a bit, and I still couldn't have a cigarette because they tasted so bad. The sun started coming up so we played some more techno and danced around like idiots with glowsticks, which was a lot of fun. Then at about 6:00 AM he decides that it's time to show us the most mind-blowing thing in the world. Obviously curious what he was talking about, so we opted to follow him. Simple. He takes us outside to the field behind his dorm. I take another hit on the way. <br> <br> Walking outside to a beautiful warm sunny morning on a green grassy field with leafy trees and colorful flowers were like nothing I could have ever imagined. It was breathless. The different colored plants growing on the grass were not really there, I could only see a blanket of colors floating above the grass, that was moving in the breeze. Every part of the world seemed to be boiling, because there were moving/boiling pockets of grass all over the field. We talked about how nothing in life really matters right now because we're outside, on the grass, and there's nothing to bother us. It seemed to true and deep, that anything we talk about is so true that we became philosophers. While talking I was looking around looking at the trees and plants and the occasional squirrel, it dawned on me that I now understand what the hippies were talking about. <br> <br> We sit there and I lie down because the hit I took a little while ago. I look at my watch. 7:00 AM. I look at my hand move and suddenly I look at the clouds. They're not clouds anymore, they're layers of shades of gray and white clouds. They seem so close I reach up to grab them and I see trails of my hand. I have like 10 hands following my hand's motion. I open my eyes wide, I have never seen anything so amazing in my life. 'Ooohhh myyy goood' is all I can say. My friends out there with me look at me and laugh because I am bugging out at what I see. I don't care, they don't see what I see. I sit up and the trails go away, everything looks as it should, yet I see them in a clarity like I saw the glowsticks - true clarity, true beauty. I look at my friends and they seem to have a different shape to them - hard to explain, except they look the same, yet different, I see them somewhat more as ovals. <br> <br> We sit there a little longer and a spider jumps on my pant leg. It scared me at first, but then I said 'Oh shit come here!' and pick up the spider. I let it crawl around my hand a bit, and it seemed so mind-boggling that this is actually happening. My friend said 'See? You let it see that it has nothing to fear from you, so it just keeps crawling around, doing its thing.' He was so right that I wanted to let this spider crawl around my hand as long as it wants. I pass it around and we let it go. It's 8:30 by now, so we go inside and use the facilities. <br> <br> At 9:00 we were chilling in his dorm, and he says 'Hey, wanna do some whippets?' 'Yeah!' I had never done them before so trying them sounded like a good thing. So we went to get some. We got 2-10 packs. We got back to his dorm, and he showed me how to make one. I did my first cartridge, at first I didn't feel anything. but then all of a sudden it hit me. I was looking at my friend's face, and when it hit me, all of a sudden I zoomed in on his left eye. I saw nothing but his left eye. After a second or two (which seemed like minutes) I seemed to zoom out...things started coming into view. Only everything was looking very lo-res. Like a low quality computer image, very blocky. Then when things started coming back into view, they did line by line. I thought that I had been sucked into a computer, because everything looked very blocky and the sounds I was hearing sounded very computer-generated, and had a weird electronic echo. I was convinced that somehow I was sucked into a computer. <br> <br> Eventually it wore off, which was like 30 seconds but felt like 5 minutes, and I did a few more, and then we stopped. By now it was 10:00 and I remembered that I have class in 30 minutes. I was actually psyched to go to class because it was religion, it sounded like a fun idea. Somehow 45 minutes passed, I don't remember much of what happened except that we were listening to techno in the background, and I missed class. I was somewhat bummed but had a smile on my face. So I went back to my dorm room and my roommate and a friend were there. I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow. Don't ever look at yourself in the mirror, seeing yourself tripping face is weird. Every contour of your face moves in its own way, and any type of hair on your body grows at an alarming rate, yet disappears at the tip. Dilated pupils are funny to look at tho. <br> <br> So from 11:45, for some reason, I was tripping all day. It never wore off completely, I kept having a slight trip until about 9:00. I took one more hit then when I decided to go over to a friend's place. I left at about 9:30 and it kicked in at about 9:45. We go to another friend's house, and I was tripping very hard. On the way we were listening to some rap, and I noticed that I was tripping so hard that some parts of the song seemed unrecognizable, like people singing in the background sounded like they were singing mumbles. We got there and I meet some new people. I smoke and sit down, and started playing card games. Then we were all talking about stuff to do while high, so we put on a live Dave Matthews Tape one of the people there had. For some reason it sounded cooler than I had ever imagined. A live Dave Matthews set is fun to listen to when you're tripping, you feel as if you're there. So at about 10:15 we go to smoke some pot, and I go to my friend's house. Nobody was there so we go to the basement and shoot some pool. <br> <br> Shooting pool is very hard when you're tripping. The balls seem to pulsate and move around a bit when they're just sitting there. Linging up shots is impossible but a lot of fun to try. Then my friend puts on some Pink Floyd. Wow. That's all I have to say. Wow. I finally understand what Pink Floyd was all about. I've listened to them since I was 11, and they were great. When I got high it was even better. But when I was tripping face, that's it. I finally understood what Pink Floyd was all about. Acid really is the Gateway to Understanding. I finally understood what they were doing. So we hang out, smoke a few cigarettes and eat some chips, and around 11 PM we leave. <br> <br> When I get back I put on more Pink Floyd and use a visualization Plug-Ins for winamp, called AcidSpunk, which coincidentally I had downloaded earlier in the day, around 2 PM. Watching play and listening to Pink Floyd became the single most mindboggling experience I had ever had in my life. 6 months ago and I still say it was the best time of my life. Eventually my roommate got back, and we smoked a little and listened to more tunes. Eventually I passed out, about 2AM. I was tripping face for a total of 26 hours and I only had 5 hits of acid.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 11909</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 5, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,764</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=11909&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=11909&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Music Discussion (22), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 cig.</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> In 1970 I did my first hit of acid, a hit of white owsley. Over the next six years I probably tripped four hundred times but none of these trips compared to the first time. In 1976 acid got so bad and nasty I decided to quit doing it. That was the case for the next nineteen years, but I often thought about doing acid again. <br> <br> In 1995 I met a guy at work that could get me some so I bought four hits of Bevis and Butthead. One of my friends had never done acid before so we planned a trip to a nearby river for the day. We did two hits apiece and after about an hour began to trip. My friend wanted to know how this acid compared to the stuff that I used to do in the old days. I told him it was pretty good, but the stuff that I used to do was a lot stronger, that one hit of the old stuff would be like four of these. What was important tho was we had fun and he had a good experience. <br> <br> The next time we tripped I had aquired eight hits of just plain white paper. We planned a trip to a river in the national forest about ten miles from our house on a Saturday. We got togeather at six oclock a m and headed to the forest. When we got to the road to the parking lot I pulled out the acid and split it in two, four hits apiece. My friend said he wouldn't do four but he would do three. No problem, I'll do five I told him then we proceeded to eat our shares. <br> <br> The road to the parking lot is about a mile long and then we were going to walk a mile and a half then sit down and enjoy the day. By the time we had walked a mile we were trippin and I mean old time trippin. When we arrived at our designated trippin spot we were greeted by about twenty boy scouts. Not good. We kept walking for about another mile and a half and found a spot next to the stream and away from the trail and other people. Across the stream was a mountain that rose almost straight up. <br> <br> Somewhere on the mountain a tree had fallen and the very tip was sticking about four feet above the water and about four feet across. We sat there for a few minutes then my friend asked if I would like to smoke a joint. I told him if he could roll one I could smoke it. He rolled one up and we sit there and smoked it. About ten minutes later a bird lit on that tree tip, a kingfisher. I told my friend to look at the bird and he began to study the bird. Not thirty seconds later he turned to me and said,'See the bird, be the bird.' I just smiled and said, 'That's some good acid isn't it dude.' He turned to me again and said, 'No, look at the bird.' I looked at the bird again, then I turned to my friend again and said, 'Man you're fucked up.' He turned to me again and said 'Motherfucker look at the bird.' <br> <br> This time I really did look at the bird and something happened. All of the sudden I was bathed in a very clear bright light and I knew this place from years ago. This was where I was the first time I ever tripped but there was something different this time. This trip I was totally centered and at peace. When I looked out I would see what I call a spot of distortion, it was in my vision and in my mind at the same time. <br> <br> When I looked at the bird, the spot was on the bird, and all of the sudden I had feet wrapped around the tree tip, I had feathers, I was looking for fish but there was danger present. I had to leave this spot because there were two humans on the other side of the river so I took to the wing. All of the sudden the bird was gone and I looked at my friend and he just smiled at me. For the next eight hours we experienced all that there was. We could be stones, trees, insecets, grass, fish, anything that our eyes came to rest upon. But that wasn't all. When we tried to communicate we realised that we didn't have to speak. When a thought came into being the other would know that thought the moment it came to mind. For over five hours we talked without any speech.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1995</td><td width="90">ExpID: 35857</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 23, 2007</td><td>Views: 4,618</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=35857&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=35857&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.25 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Me and four friends decided to take acid one night in March of yesteryear. It was my first time, D's(girl) 3rd time, A's(guy) third time, R (A's girlfriend) and J(guy) were more experienced. My previous experience with psychedelics consisted of a handful of shroom trips. The blotter we got was pretty strong. Even though it was my first time I decided to take 2, D and A 1.5 each, R 1, and J 2. We started out on the upper west side in Manhattan. Our plan was to drop, smoke a lil, go see Sonicvision at the planetarium, and all sleep over D's dad's house in Queens. <br> <br> We each took 1 tab at first, walked ~5 blocks to go smoke on someone’s roof, and while we were on the roof I took another tab, the others took 1/2 more each. On the walk back to the planetarium we were all coming up, it was pretty good. It turns out we missed our show, and would have to wait an hour for the next one. D and R stayed to play in the planetarium (realllllly cool place), and me, J, and A went to go smoke a bowl in the park. As we were smoking, we all kept hallucinating people walking down the path towards us; it turned out there was never anyone there. <br> <br> It was close to show time, so we went back in the planetarium. R was in a corner with D, apparently consoling her. It turns out she was really scared and anxious for some unknown reason, and didn't want to go into the light show. I reasoned with her, telling her it was all ok, she was just tripping, and that we all just paid $15 for the really cool lightshow so we should all go in. I guess she had a lot of trust in me, so she gave in. As we started walking into the dome I found out, much to my dismay, that she had already called her dad and told him she was freaking out and needed a ride home. Once we were sitting down and the lights went off, she started getting scared again. I kept trying to calm her down as the show started. She asked me for some of my Snapple, so I passed her the bottle. It looked like she was ok for now, so I sat back and started to watch the show. <br> <br> Bad idea. The next thing I know, she’s standing up, talking on her cell phone to her dad. 'I took a tab and a half of acid, and I'm drinking peach Snapple!' she said very loudly into the phone. Then she started babbling some incoherent bullshit, so I took the phone away from her. I really didn't want to do it, but I figured I had to talk to her dad. Apparently, she had told him earlier that she was planning to trip that night, and he was cool with it. That made it easier on me to talk to him. I told him that she was safe, just freaking out a bit. She kept asking for him to come pick us up, so I told him that it might be a good idea to do that. He was in the city, kinda close by, so it wasn't a problem for him. He said he would meet us on 81st and Columbus in ~15 minutes. At this point one of the ushers had come over and was telling us not to use a cell phone, but we were leaving anyway. We got outside into the brisk night, and kept trying to keep D calm and out of the busy streets. <br> <br> She saw her dad before the rest of us, and started running across the street to his car. Luckily, the light was in our favor, so it was ok. She got into the front, and the rest of us crowded into the back. It would have been a very tight fit with just me, A, and J; R had to sit on A's lap and put her legs across us. As soon as D started talking to her dad she was incredibly better. Totally the opposite of before, very euphoric, singing along to the music, we thought the bad part of the night was over. J informed D's dad that he had to stop at his house to get his diabetes stuff, so off we went. <br> <br> D's dad started talking. I didn't hear what was said at the time, but later found out that he said, 'Hey, did you guys here about that girl and her friends who got into the car with someone who they thought was her dad, but he kidnapped them all and killed them?' J had never met D's dad before, so he couldn't be sure if this was really him. He thought that this guy was going to kill us all, so he reached across the seat, grabbed D's dad by the shoulder and shouted, 'Yo, man, chill! Pull the fuck over!' D's dad just started laughing, and said, 'Was it that bad of a joke?' J looked around at our shocked faces, and realized that it really was her dad. He apologized, and her dad was totally cool with it. We stopped at J's building, and he ran inside to get his stuff. Then we were off to Queens. <br> <br> That was without a doubt the most intense car ride I have ever had in my life. Any of you guys who have been in a fast moving car while tripping reallllllly hard can probably understand that. For much of the trip, I felt like we were in a roller coaster. Everything outside the car was just a blur. At one point I discovered closed eye visuals. I had read about them, but had never experienced them myself, and I didn't really know what they were like. Well, to make a big understatement, they were amazing. I kept my eyes closed for ~1/3 of the trip, and then we finally got to D's dads house. When we got inside D's dad said he was going to bed. He said we could have any food we wanted, but if we wanted alcohol we should only drink the Smirnoff in the freezer. He went upstairs to bed, and we didn't see him till next morning. <br> <br> D was still very happy, and she showed us this big 12' wooden pipe that she got in Brazil. Oh yea, I forgot to mention this: we had about a half ounce of shitty weed, and a $50 bag of nice hydro for the night. We wanted some blunts, so we decided to walk a few blocks to the store. None of us were 18 at the time, and D was the only one who had an 18+ id, one of her friends'. She was doin ok at this point, so we figured it was safe to let her buy some blunts. She goes up to the register, asks for the blunts, and the guy looks at her id. 'This doesn't look like you,' he said. 'What?!?' she replied. 'It doesn't look like me? That's cause it's NOT me, BITCH!' She ran out of the store, without the blunts, of course. We were now in a bit of a dilemma. We decided to send J in to try, because he has a beard, and looks a bit older. He came out a minute later, successful. We walked back to D's house, all of us trippin balls, and happy as ever. <br> <br> When we got back the first thing we did was roll a fat blunt. I was easily tripping the hardest, but I was also the best roller, so I decided to take the responsibility. They were reluctant to let me, thinking I was gonna fuck it up, but they gave in eventually. I surprised myself by not fucking it up, and rolling it just fine. We went down into the basement and smoked it. This is where things get a little hazy, I guess b/c of all the weed I was smoking after this point. On top of being stoned I was peaking, and much more fucked up than I had ever been in my life. J pulled out his leftover 1/2 tab, and I instantly wanted more. I thought that things couldn't get bad, only better. I asked him to give me half of that half, and being a nice guy, he did. Well, that 1/4 tab did much more than I expected it to, it totally sent me over the top. From here on, events might not be in chronological order, but I can't remember to well. I'll do my best, though. <br> <br> D started getting weird again. She wasn't scared or anything, not right away at least. Just acting weird. Like making sexual advances on all of us, even R. We decided to make her smoke some more regs, in hopes that it would calm her down. We used her big wooden pipe this time, it was pretty cool. When it got passed to her, she didn't smoke it normally. She put the pipe to her lips, and started to lick it like, well, you know. We got her to stop servicing the pipe, and to start smoking it. As far as I can tell, smoking more regs made her neither better nor worse. <br> <br> When we went back upstairs I decided to listen to some music. I put on headphones, and closed my eyes. Wow, I thought to myself. It was like I was in the dome at the planetarium again, except the visuals were different. It was really like being in a big dome, the entirety of which was covered with some kind of green superhero type pattern, moving to the beat of the music. I enjoyed myself like this for a while, then got up to get something to eat. Here's where that 1/4 tab hit me, and I started to freakout a bit. I opened up the fridge, but I couldn't seem to figure out what there was to eat. <br> <br> I became very distressed, opening and closing the fridge every few seconds, but never taking any food out. For some reason, there was a big plate of pancakes on the counter, I guess they were from that morning. They seemed to be pretty fresh, so I decided to eat one of those. I ripped off a piece and put it in my mouth. I let it sit there for a while, then started swishing it around with my tongue. There was something I was supposed to be doing in order to eat it, I thought to myself. It turns out that I had forgotten about chewing. I didn't realize it then, only that I had some food in my mouth and I was unable to eat it. <br> <br> Now I started really getting scared, I had no idea what was going on. Some pancake started to fall out of my mouth, and eventually I spit the whole thing into the garbage. It was ~12am at this point, and not having eaten since about noon the day before, I was pretty hungry. I started to think that it was very important that I get some food now, and opened up the fridge again. Still, I couldn't get anything out of there. I was getting more and more distressed, when finally A helped me to make one of those cups of noodles, and I was able to get that down. <br> <br> I had another peach Snapple that I had gotten at the store when we bought blunts, and I was drinking it in the kitchen. I went to set it down on the counter, but somehow dropped it on the floor. The bottle didn't break, but there was liquid everywhere. I stood there, looking at the floor, and J and A told me to clean it up. I still stood there, looking at the floor, and they told me again. I informed them that I couldn't see the Snapple, even though it was brown and the floor was white. Try as I might, I couldn't distinguish between the Snapple and the floor, and I eventually unrolled a whole roll of paper towels, and covered the entire kitchen floor. I eventually got the floor all cleaned up, and then I realized I didn't have my cell phone on me. <br> <br> I figured I must've dropped it in the couch while listening to music, but I couldn't find it. This put me into a really bad thought loop. I started to think that I had to get my life in order. The first step to doing that was finding my cell phone. I couldn't find the fone. Why can't I find the fone? Cuz I'm such a mess; I gotta get my life in order. Ok, I gotta find the fone. This went on for some time, finally I got out of it somehow. Then I started to think about how I had been tripping for hours, and it was still really strong. I started wondering when I was gonna stop. I didn't exactly get the classic 'OMG I'm never gonna come down', but I was worried that I would still be tripping when I went home the next day. I asked my friends if I would still be tripping at 12pm(~16 hours after dropping), and they assured me I would stop way before that. That calmed me down a bit. <br> <br> I wanted to look at the closed eye visuals again, but I kept getting distracted. I decided that I needed solitude, and begged A and J to lock me in the basement by myself for an hour. No matter how much I begged and pleaded, they wouldn't do it. They decided they would come downstairs with me, and smoke some more weed. After doing that, they turned the lights off. I started to get scared, but they made me calm down, and then started making trails with their cigarettes for me to look at. This was really cool for a few minutes, then we smoked some more weed. After this point I was calmed down a lot, I guess smoking all that regs really smoothed things out. The rest of the night was good for me, but not for D. <br> <br> During all this smoking/eating/tripping, D was staying by herself. She sat on the couch for a long time, with an expression of mild fear on her face, not talking or interacting with anyone. Then, sometime around 2, she announced that she was going to bed. We all thought this was kinda weird, but since she didn't seem to be freaking out, we let her go. My memory at this point is really bad, so I will skip to the next part I remember. At ~3am we still had a lot of weed, so we decided to pack a gotti. I did this, and we went downstairs to smoke it. In the middle of the siph, D comes downstairs. She was all bundled up in her coat, hat, boots, etc. The first thing she says is that we all have to leave. 'You guys have to get out of the house, now. I'm coming with you. Let's go to the park. The park is a much better place to smoke.' We inquired about this park, and she told us it was ~1 mile away. We told her that there was absolutely no way we were going to the park, and made her sit down and smoke the gotti with us. <br> <br> After this, people started to go to sleep. I tried, but was not sleepy at all, and still trippin. I was still tripping lightly at 8 or 9 am when people started to wake up. D seemed to be all better, she was back to her normal self. I took a cab back to Manhattan with R and J, then traveled for another two hours to get home in Staten Island. On the way home, I did a lot of thinking about the night. It was without a doubt the most profound experience of my life, and at some points in the night I really felt like I was on the brink of insanity. To this day, I still feel like I know what it is to be insane. I was tired, and it felt like someone had a huge party inside my head and forgot to clean up. That night completely turned me on to acid, and I will never forget it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44450</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 9, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,462</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44450&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44450&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> After Tripping a handful of times on Mushrooms, I had become increasingly curious as to what exactly an LSD trip was like, and when I stumbled across some potent gel caps through a friend of a friend, I almost had no choice but to buy them. The night after buying them, I got off of work and headed directly to my buddy Bonzi's house. We had tripped off of shrooms together many times prior, and had near identical experiences each time, so we both knew our levels of tolerance were virtually the same. We didn’t end up dropping the cid until 9:15 PM. We sat in his gazebo for a good half-hour, waiting for his 'rents to go to sleep and for the trip to kick in.<br> <br> By 10, we found ourselves slightly giggly and abnormally amused by sources of light (lighters, cell phones, street lamps), but nothing too intense. We headed inside to watch the idiot box. It is at this moment that we realize the futility of watching TV in a plain, unadorned room while tripping, and we both declare ourselves nearly stone-cold sober 2 hours into it. After 2-and-a-half, we declare the LSD bunk as hell. Both of us are dry on herbs, and after unsucessfully trying to mooch off of friends, we resort to the ultimate act of stoner desperation; we grab the dirtiest piece we can find and head out for a bowl cruise of straight res hits.<br> <br> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> By the time we're on our way it's Midnight. As I torch the living hell out of Bonzi's bowl for the third time, it becomes apparent that I am very unsober indeed, and I'm not just buzzing off of the very familiar THC coursing through my veins. The world outside of Bonzi's truck becomes growingly multi-dimesnional, and Disc 2 of the Gratfeul Dead's 'Without A Net', an album which I've listened to hundreds of times, gains a new potency. We crank the music up, melt into the instrumental interplay, and finally become aware of the magic of LSD. Next comes the night's biggest lapse of judgement.<br> <br> On our way back to Bonzi's we notice a jeep is keeping perfect pace with us the entire time. When we glance back we notice it's two pretty-damn-cute girls. We slow down a notch, and they acellerate in front of us. When we notice the phish stickers on the back of their ride, we safely assume they're stoners like us, so we catch up. Before we know it, we're in the next town, and just as fast we're in the next county, only a few good miles out from getting into bumblefuck nowhere territory at the pace we're going. We find ourselves confused over whether it's us keeping pace with them or them keeping up with us. By the time we think of something cheesy to say, they veer off, and we it dawns on us that we have just followed two girls we didn't even know into the next county without even realizing it, and we conclude that we are in fact tripping.<br> <br> We start to peak by the time we get back to Bonzi's. We're now listening to Disc 2 of Melon Collie and The Infinite Sadness by the Smashing Pumpkins in his driveway. I notice that when I stare at my reflection in the rearview mirror, The outside world begins to gradually dim, and then get increasingly lighter, just like when the clouds momentarily block the sun during the daytime, only it's about 1 in the morning now. I stare at the trees, and the tiny gaps between leaves and braches form faces, some of which turn blue and begin to fly away. The treelines in the distance begin to radiate a bright gold light, and the horizon slowly changes colors in a manner that seems almost completely natural. I look down at my knees, and an odd pattern of light, almost like real-life pixellation, follows as I slowly move my head.<br> <br> Feeling almost confined, we decide to take a walk around Bonzi's extremely suburban, American-dream, upper-middle class neighborhood. We both decide that we could just as easily be roaming the Amazon rainforest, the Hidalayan mountains, or the surface of Jupiter. We find ourselves enamored with things as ordinary as bug zappers and streetlights. I get a sudden urge to learn the formula for LSD, and hand it out door to door. This is the peak of the trip, and therefore the most memorable moment. <br> <br> We watch the twisted anti-meth film 'Spun', which officially becomes the most hilarious movie-watching experience of my life, and it isn't a comedy. We smoke some more res hits as the sun rises, and the daylight adds a completely new element to the trip, which is now beginning to lessen. We take a morning drive, and find ourselves captivated by a large family of geese, camped by a pond. Even as I become sober, I have an increased awareness and appreciation of every precious breathe I take, and every thing around me, good or bad, trivial or significant, beautiful or ugly. LSD, unlike so many other drugs, is not a social lubricant, or even a way to escape harsh realities. It's a full-blown confrontation of those realities, only with a brand-new, previously hidden light casted onto them.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 35108</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 9, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,852</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=35108&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=35108&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/lorazepam/">Pharms - Lorazepam</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/oxycodone/">Pharms - Oxycodone</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:50</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/lorazepam/">Pharms - Lorazepam</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It all started at about 2:00 pm when I took an ativan and a percocet and headed out to the beach with a small cooler full of beer that had a side pocket containing 5 .5' hits of acid and garcia y vega whiffs. I was feeling good from the pills about half an hour later when I got on to the beach and sat down with some friends to chill, drink some beer, watch some ladies and smoke some whiffs. I felt extremely happy and energetic after I drank a good 5 beers. Now the night before I didn’t get any sleep at all because I took 1 1/2 .5' long hits and tripped extremely hard. It was a very good and positive trip so I was having a great time on the beach despite the fact that I had been bereft of one night's sleep. Soon later we went swimming in the ocean which felt awesome and then me and the friends I met up with took off at about 4:30 and we were to meet at my house to have band practice in the garage at 6. <br> <br> On the way home I stopped to take a piss at the local grocery store, and I looked over at my little cooler and thought, hell I’ll get the acid out and take half a hit while I’m in the bathroom. So at about 4:50 pm I took the hit and headed home and waited around for a while in the garage. My parents weren’t home at the time, my dad was on a fishing trip and wouldn't be back for a little while and my mom was at work so I went upstairs and took a couple more ativans. I just hung out for a bit by myself until my friends showed up at around 6. The acid I took earlier was kickin in about now, and now I’m feeling a bit confused but I was still feeling good. I was seeing the usual breathing on the walls and the see through colorful 'mesh' superimposed on everything in my visual. I pulled out the 4 1/2 hits I had left and sold them to my friends. One of them took a hit and took off and told me he'd pay me back later. Two bought a full hit each, another bought the half hit, and I dropped the last full hit myself at around 6:30. <br> <br> When that hit kicked in, everyone that came over left without a trace as it seemed to me except for our guitarist, leaving me and him in the garage. I played drums, so me and him tried to jam a little bit. By now it was about 7 and I was extremely and ridiculously confused yet still feeling good. Some of the stuff I’m going to explain hereafter may seem bizarre and completely off the wall, but I felt that because I didn’t get any sleep the night before, reality and dream was getting confused with each other causing extremely random hallucinations. Our guitarist was using an acoustic/electric guitar and a loop machine which is where he can record a guitar, drum or bass riff or singing and use it as background. He recorded a riff and played and recorded another riff over that and he must have done that 4 or 5 times. He recorded me jammin on drums and created interweaving drumbeats with the guitar loops playing while me and him jammed over the huge song he made using the loop. During the jam I had a series of about a minute long hallucinations. <br> <br> I hallucinated that the garage was full of like 60 or 70 band members and we were crossing the line from music to complete chaos for a minute. The next minute the whole atmosphere changed into a small but intricate maze of yellow tunnels and my drum playing constituted me navigating through the maze. The next minute I saw my garage around me and my drumset in front of me come back to me and I was still jammin, and for the record I believe I remember playing really cool beats and fills, but I hallucinated that my drum kit was somehow connected to a complex system of wooden shafts hooked together to wooden old-fashioned wagon wheels which caused wooden buckets of butter to be churned in the upper left and right corners of the garage as I played. <br> <br> I’ve done acid multiple times before, but I’ve never had strange hallucinations to this extent. I felt like I was under hypnosis while I played the drums and I could not control the images I saw at all. I blacked out multiple times during our little jam, leaving only clips of bizarre looking aliens all around me staring at me in a deranged fashion, and flashes of red, orange, pink, lime green and multicolored light. This was by far the most extremely weird trip of my life. Now I didn’t necessarily not enjoy it, it was alot of fun, but it kind of freaked me out in the kind of 'What the hell is going on' sense. When I tried to call one of my friends up that left, the only word that I could say was 'weird' and the only other sound I could make was laughter. At about 8 I think I remember flashes of flailing around in some type of crazy dancing and headbanging in my room. I remember thinking 'I cant stop the flailing damn it!' Whenever I stopped I stumbled down the hallway, trampled down stairs and call up my friend again cause they haven’t come back to my house yet. They told me one of our friend's tires blew out and they were helping him. I remember muttering 'Wow, weird...weird....haha, weird...' <br> <br> When my parents came home at around 9, I was surprisingly able to walk and talk normal to them. My friends came back over minutes later and we went over to another friends house to chill and play playstation. I was able to act straight now, but I was seeing some of the most intense colored mesh visuals and breathing and swirling and melting walls and ceilings and slowly spinning and shrinking rooms I’ve ever seen. When I got home at about 11:30 I went straight to my room and to my surprise passed out cold and woke up the next afternoon at about 4:30 feeling refreshed as always after a trip. <br> <br> I don’t look at this trip as a bad one because even though I blacked out and had little to no control over my actions as I was in this state of mind, I didn’t do anything harmful to myself or others, nor were the hallucinations I remember were threatening or frightful. I consider it noteable because it was the most intensely strange trip of my life, not to mention, to a certain extent, eye opening and as always for me a lot of fun.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 34347</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 9, 2007</td><td>Views: 23,660</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=34347&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=34347&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Lorazepam (79), Sleep Deprivation (140) : Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/sertraline/">Pharms - Sertraline</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">300 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/bupropion/">Pharms - Bupropion</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">235 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I take 200 mg sertraline and 300 mg bupropion daily for depression. I had read that anti-depressants can lessen the effects of psychedelics such as LSD. I figured that a little trip is better than no trip at all, right? <br> <br> I took just one tab at first, because I am sensitive in general to psychoactive substances. I was with a very experienced psychonaut friend, R, just hanging out in my apartment. I was a bit nervous because I've landed in the ER with bad drug interactions before and it sucks. But I felt pretty confident that my day wouldn't end in a hospital. R and I watched tv while I waited to feel something. I did feel pretty weird. It felt a little like the body high from a low dose of DXM, with almost none of the mental/emotional intrigue. My neck got very stiff and sore, and I couldn't focus my eyes properly. I had no visual or auditory hallucinations of any kind. The most noticeable aspect was a kind of buzzing feeling in my whole body, like it was antsy and ready to blast off to outer space but couldn't quite make it off the ground. I took a second tab about 4-5 hours after the first one just to see if it was a matter of dosage. It wasn't. <br> <br> One thing that was mildly interesting: I couldn't taste food. My brain was receiving the information all the same, but I was experiencing it in a way other than tasting, I don't know what exactly. I guess that's a kind of synesthesia, like hearing colors or whatever. I spent most of the 'trip' laying around watching tv and trying to sleep off the neck and jaw stiffness. I couldn't sleep though. Overall a huge disappointment followed by a massive 24-hour headache. I will have to plan very carefully if I want to try to go off the meds for a few days so I can attempt to trip. It's not usually worth it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 54624</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 14, 2007</td><td>Views: 15,504</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=54624&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=54624&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Sertraline (88), Pharms - Bupropion (87) : Hangover / Days After (46), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">185 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had always been warned of the dangerous 'bad trip'. Any emotional or personal upsets that may be happening in your life can strongly influence your trip. I had the house to myself, two blotter tabs and a dime bag. I took both tabs and waited 45 minutes. Anxiety and expectation crept into my head as I watched the news. I figured it was time to smoke a bowl, so I packed one up and stepped out to my garage. I topped it off with a cigarette, and looked out into the valley. My vision appeared to shimmer and glow slightly, although not in a brightness sense. I felt fine. Blazed, but fine. I thought a movie would be a good idea, and what better to watch than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas? <br> <br> I watched it on my computer with the news on mute. I took random breaks from it, as my mind couldn't focus on one thing for too long. Then I noticed the story that was on TV. State Police at an accident scene in my town. My friend's brother had been killed. I remember thinking 'how terrible'. But it didn't feel terrible. I was sorry for the family, but I felt no negative emotion for the duration of the trip. It had happened on a previous trip, where I felt a total disconnection from my emotions, but this was more of an objective view on them. It was like sadness with no pain, anger with no rage. I packed another bowl. <br> <br> Throughout the trip, I sometimes thought about the accident, but it didn't really bother me. I smoked bowls and cigarettes as needed. I was worried that I would suddenly fall into a pit of emotion, but I never did. The total trip lasted about 14 hours, with peak effects lasting about 8. Waking up after 10 hours of sleep, I felt spaced out, but fine. In my experience, bad trips come from feeling you're not in control. Every trip is different, and the smallest thing can cause fear in the midst of an acid frenzy. I was faced with terrible news as the peak began, yet the experience was lovely. Life is not without a sense of irony.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 43611</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 14, 2007</td><td>Views: 8,952</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=43611&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=43611&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">100 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had been smoking weed for about a year and a half when I decided to try LSD. I became hooked on it immediately. I loved the high. I used frequently, about twice a week, for almost a year. I realize now that I had many bad trips, but I never realized at the time that it could be the acid doing what it did to me. I would experience great feelings of anxiety and paranoia. It even got to the point where I would experience minor hallucinations when I wasn't high. I talked to a good friend of mine about it and he said he experiences the same thing and told me to just ignore it. Thank god I didn't listen to him. I knew I had to quit. <br> <br> I quit doing acid and just stuck to weed for a while, I stuck to weed for a while but realised the feeling weren't going away, even when I wasn't high I felt them. Time to quit everything. It was over a year before the feelings went away, it was very gradual. It was during that year that I learned that any mind altering agent brought these effects on stronger. I was helping a buddy paint a store and started getting affected by the paint fumes and had to leave him to finnish on his own. <br> <br> Finally about 2 and a half years later I was free from these feelings (so I thought) I decided one day that I was gonna test the waters when someone offered me a joint. After just a haul or two off the joint and the feelings came rushing back. I knew then that I would have to stay drug free if I wanted these feelings to be gone for good. I haven't experienced these feelings since. Painting and minor toxins no longer bother me, although I've only tested them in short bursts. I'm not brave enough to test out prolonged exposure. <br> <br> It took me a long time to openly admit to other people what I had gone through, for fear of disbelief mainly I guess. I eventually opened up though and am glad for doing so. I have to say though, I don't regret any of what I did or what happened to me. I believe I learned a lot about people, life (morals,etc.) and most importatly myself from all of it. So again I don't regret it, but I don't recommend it either.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1995</td><td width="90">ExpID: 56359</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 14, 2007</td><td>Views: 20,824</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=56359&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=56359&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Addiction & Habituation (10), Health Problems (27), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> E drove up and picked me up as I sneaked out of my house and let my first dot melt into my tongue with no hesitation. We drove up to his place. I think it was about 10pm. We had a music on both in the living room and the bedroom. I don't remember how long of a time before I suddenly felt the living room was changing its size. I think it was the effect of the hallogen lamp. My attentions drew over to the dim light that the lamp was spreading out. Dark and back, dark to normal, dark to light. I don't exactly know how to describe this. It just seem like the room was alive and was breathing. I remember asking my friend if he sees the room breathing also. He said that I was just tripping and we laughed. <br> <br> I was just having so much fun. And then we went under the computer desk and started listening to the music. I don't remember what kind of trance it was, but it certainly wasn't a happy dreamy one because I started to feel like I was in this very dark place with no one beside me and was scared. I also felt very conscious of my self and thought to my self 'What the hell am I doing here?' I think it's then when I started getting a little worried about sneaking back on time. I was suppose to sneak back by 7am before my mom and step dad wakes up. I told E about how I felt and he suggest that we come out of there. We went in to his room and turn out the light, lied on the mattress and started listening to the music again. Orbital was playing. It was really pretty. <br> <br> When I closed my eyes, I saw this purple rail circulating in front of my eyes in 3-D, and it was still there when I opened my eyes in the dark again. It was really amazing and I was just having alot of fun. I asked E if he was seeing the same things that I was seeing, and he said no and explained to me the kind of things that he was seeing. He said that he was really fucked up and that we were really fucked up. He also said that he was very proud of me of how well I'm handling my self on acid. I think that brought back the worries and the negativity in this trip. I was giving an another thought to the situation. I started giving a doubt to my mind and thought about the possibilities of having a bad trip. <br> <br> And then I began to notice my self being very worried about getting home on time. By that time I already was picking up on my thought process and got caught up in the internal world instead of just loosing my self in the moments and the visuals and all. I took a look at E's face, and I stared at his face for along time. It started to shape up in to something very dark and monsterous. I got so scared and I ducked my head under my arms and had my face to the pillow. I took another look again at his face and he was smiling. He asked me what was wrong and I told him that he looked like a coyote and that he looked really really scary. I don't remember what he said but I started to feel really bad about what I said to him and thought to my self that I won't tell him anything like that again. <br> <br> I think I had to go to the restroom or something then. When I went in to the rest room and looked at my self in the mirror, I felt really normal. We sat in the living room and started to play some video games and smoked some cigaret. We were using a plastic cup for the ash trays and I accidently made a whole in the cup and ruined the carpet alittle bit. And then we started to talk. There were alot that we talked about that I will just skip off right now and go to a part where we talked about god. E didn't believe in god but I knew he believed in something. And then I remembered this phrase that E wrote on his computer before we got really high. It was something about fear. How conquring our fear will open a door to the secret. All of a sudden that phrase really started to make sence to me in a not very healthy way. <br> <br> I was thinking about things in a very scientific way, looking at reality in a very cold naked eyes. I was thinking about faith and for the first time I was a third person looking at my self with the faith and how I could have developed them. And then I burst into tears. I started to feel really depressed. It was really wierd because I wasn’t crying because I have realized the possibility that there might not be such thing as god but because of the fact that I felt like I have lost the magic about the matter and life as if I had already known the secret long time ago. I felt like I knew about the secret all along but had it hidden deep inside me either consciously or unconsciously. <br> <br> What ever I think about, and what ever I thought was true, felt like the truth at that moment. I was thinking extremely hard and about everything. E said that I was just peaking and that it was all drugs, but it didn't help at all. And then I began to notice the sun coming up. I went out side and I realize E was watching me from the window. I asked him why, and he said that he was worried that I might jump off the balcony. When I saw the sunlight I felt a little better because I felt the warmth and the power of nature. It felt like there had to be something out there. Something ultimately good. We tried to eat and then he took me back to my house. <br> <br> I was all by my self then. Now I was really hitting a cold reality. With no audience watching over me, and no one to complain anything about. I just had to figure out a way to get back to my house. Then I really started to get worried. It was already really late. I had to think about the way I was gonna get back in. Should I just wait a little and use the front door and act like I just went out for a walk or something. That is when I have noticed my self walking back and forth constantly about 5 times already on that block in front of my house. I got really scared and looked around the area to see if anyone was watching me. Because, even to my self, I looked really crazy. I was walking really fast, up and down that block within about 10 steps distance. I couldn't stop my self from walking and I was really annoyed by it. I had to force my self to calm my self down and literally had to talk to my self 'You have got to stop. You have got to stop'. <br> <br> I can't really recall how I got back home right now, but I got in very safely. I went back into my room and laid on my bed. It was so bright and I was seeing the patterns in the ceiling comming out at me in a constant motion. I closed my eyes to not look at those patterns and I was still seeing the reflects of what I have just seen. It was driving me nuts. I could not get to sleep. It was thee most annoying experience I have ever had. I also could not stop my self from thinking either. I was thinking about something and I tried to stop my self. But one thinking led to another thinking, and it was just killing me. I think I still extremely high, it has only been like 10 hrs. I wanted to rest but I couldn't. <br> <br> After that day, I felt suicidal for about 2 weeks. I even wrote a poem about why we should not live and why death should all make us happy. But I also wrote an another poem, about how we should either die or to live it our fullest. I think I had a very low tolerance for LSD, and might have given a big shock on my bio rythm or what ever. I remembered trying to focus on this colorful shapes that I see in the dark before I went to sleep when I was little. I understood where it was all coming from after getting high on acid. Now, I can see them when ever I choose to. But it isn't as easy as how I did them when I was a little girl. I loose my concentration really fast. <br> <br> I haven't done acid after that day for about 5 years now, and I'm thinking about doing it again after all that bad trip. Reality seems so boring these days and I feel like I have a lot more control over my thoughts, emotions and my world.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1997</td><td width="90">ExpID: 13346</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 16, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,880</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13346&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13346&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Music Discussion (22), Depression (15), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I hope someone can identify with this or learn from this and in some small way I hope that I help myself by writing this. It has been 6 and ½ years since I last used LSD. I think I used it over 40 times. But really, I have no idea. It may be as few as ten or twenty. The fact is, I just don’t really know. <br> <br> I have reached a point in my life where I can come to grips with my decisions as a younger man. I am still quite young, after all. I think I have almost come to grips with the fact that I may be nearly insane. And not a day goes by where I would not trade everything I’ve gained from LSD for everything I’ve lost. But I don’t really know. Simply because I no longer have anything to compare my reality with. It has taken me these six years to recover enough in my life to where I realize when I am having a psychotic thought. Finally, I am able to distinguish between reality and imagination. Most of the time. <br> <br> As a teenager, I experimented quite a bit. Until LSD. I won’t go into my first experience or second experience or third or whatever. Just my Last. And the day I saw the serpent and went to hell. The day that woke me up and changed my life, for better or worse. <br> <br> I dropped with numerous friends, numerous times. I had come to believe that my theories on life and my spiritual experiences were real. I never really saw anything visual. My trips were always internal. Internal thoughts spiraling into that great kaleidoscope that never ends. The eternal spiral that continues, deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I think I still kaleidoscope. It’s faint now. And only happens when I lie still in bed, awake before I fall asleep. <br> <br> Anyhow, it was a moderate summer evening in my hometown. Neither cool nor warm. The kind of unremarkable temperature that only strikes you as forgettable. I dropped with an older friend who I looked up to. He abandoned me for himself right before the onset and I walked home to my parents house in the suburbs. I watched some television, and it became boring so I turned it off. I searched my room for something to focus on. My lights were on. The moderate temperature and the well lit poorly decorated room was quiet. No wind, no sound. Nothing. And then, I began to think. I no longer recall what instigated the thoughts, but they spiraled, as do all trips into a continuum, this time into religious thought. And the spiral became a long tail. A scaly green tail. And then the mouth of the serpent swallowed me whole. <br> <br> I was totally struck. It was like snapping out of a dream and waking up to full and total awareness. And in my awareness, I realized that I had no purpose. None. And in that, I became aware that I was without God. <br> <br> I was aware and totally pointless. Life was so utterly devoid of meaning it is indescribable. I can only say that I have never felt so empty and alone in my entire life. And I became terrified. Absolute and total terror. I was in hell. Truly, actually, in hell. No burning. No devils. Just a total separation from purpose. I had lost all emotion, aside from utter terror. I couldn’t leave my room. My parents would know. I called someone who I thought was a friend. He cared only about himself, so I hung up. <br> <br> And cried. With no tears. A weeping, self loathing, pitiful cry without tears. I prayed for god to come back. I prayed for forgiveness. And, after I don’t know how long, I felt better. But this was only the beginning. <br> <br> I had stopped doing drugs entirely after a short time. I dabbled in pot still, but even that brought me to the spiral and back into some kind of terror. I began to believe that I knew others’ thoughts. I believed that other people knew mine. I restricted my thoughts. I didn’t want anyone to hear me. Then they felt my emotions. I couldn’t hide from anyone. Everyone could see me. Feel me. Hear me without me speaking. And this continued for years. I still feel it. Not as powerful, but I still catch myself thinking that others know my feelings and know my thoughts. I know it isn’t real. Thank you God, I know it isn’t real. <br> <br> The downside of my trip has taken nearly seven years. At one point I was convinced that God wanted me to write the next bible. I believed that I was a messiah. Not the messiah, but a messiah. At night, I would walk alone for hours talking to myself. I once walked twenty miles all day and into the night arguing with myself over whether Jesus was god or a man. Out loud. In public. The radio sang songs that were meant for me to hear and applied to my life in some way right then and there. <br> <br> In the winter, the bare trees were like foreign alien objects, forcing themselves out of the ground like unnatural self-aware alien life forms. They hated me. I would curl into a ball in public restrooms, convinced I was in hell again. I drew pictures of my pain. Naked bodies, hanging upside down by chains. Gagged and blindfolded. Self portraits of myself handing my brain to the viewer. Surrounded by white cloaked men representing the uncaring social world. Hands chained. <br> <br> My brain was constantly tormented. It never stopped. My dreams were nightmares. I felt like I was always on the verge of attaining what I wanted, but that I could never reach it. Like a never ending thirst. And this was for YEARS after not using ANYTHING. Now, I struggle to be normal. I look normal. I act normal. The only reason I can pull it off is because I can now distinguish hallucinations from reality. Most of the time. But not all the time. <br> <br> I know this is rambling. I’m sorry that I can’t give you an eloquently worded story of my experiences. My brain has become a patchwork of memories and emotions. I forget where I put things and what I have to get done for the day. Believe it or not, I live a pretty normal life. I’m middle class. Own a home. I’m married (no kids). <br> <br> But I still get that feeling that people can read my mind and feel my feelings. I don’t know where I would be without these years of terror and self hate. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know anything. But I do know one thing. I would kill. KILL. To be normal. To feel life the way it’s supposed to be. To feel reality again. To know what sanity is. To never doubt my mind again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1997</td><td width="90">ExpID: 30710</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 18, 2007</td><td>Views: 13,335</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=30710&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=30710&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Health Problems (27), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Bad Trips (6)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Pharms - Lithium</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:20</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> On March 23, 2007 I thought it would be quite comical if I took all the remaining drugs me and my friend had. We'd both been sober for quite a while, and hadn’t done anything but acid since November. Although on New years I took 2 hits of acid while on the anti-depressants Wellbutrin and Seroquel. I also had taken 1 hit of acid on two occasions while on Wellbutrin and Seroquel. <br> <br> On 3/23/07 I took 5 hits of acid that all my other friends had only taken 1 of and said they had 'one of the best/most intense trips ever' I had not taken my lithium in 2 days (this day was the second day) because it made me extremely drowsy and I couldn't wake up to go to school, by the way I am 16 years old and in high school. Me and 2 of my friends did not remember that I was on a pretty high dose of anti-depressants. I remembered that I hadn't taken my lithium and joked that it was 'a sign from god' that I would be okay in taking the acid. Oh, and about 20 minutes before when we picked up the second friend, I had the 5 hits on my tongue and stuck out my tongue at her. She replied 'you are my fucking hero'. We had lots of laughs about it when we arrived at a mexican resturaunt. I went to the bathroom to crush up the pills of ecstasy and parachute them. <br> <br> By the time I finished, the acid already started kicking in. I went out to the tables to smoke some cigarettes. 10 minutes later we got in the car to go to another friends house to hang out with one of the friends girlfriend. On the way, I couldn't even see due to the trails everywhere from lights + the shaking of my eyes from the ecstasy. Her parents were still home at the time, so I was told to go on a walk, which usually are quite enjoyable on LSD, But this time wasn't as enjoyable as I expected. I say down on a knee high brick wall and smoked some cigarettes. Behind me was the backyard of a house with some kind of water fountains that dripped at a constant interval every few seconds. This repetitive dripping echoed through my head until the next one, causing some discomfort. <br> <br> Also, which I'm guessing was due to the lithium (since I had taken acid with ecstasy before) I feel like there were cats purring in my ears and saw vines crawling up my legs and wrapping around me, and I didn't have that usual 'acid feeling'. The purring kept repeating over and over again, exactly the same as the time before. Also I could hear the hiss of the grass swaying in the wind, also constant. I tried calling the two friends over and over hoping they would pick up. After I think 10 - 30 minutes I got up and tried walking the 100ft to the car. I stumbled around on the pathway but couldn't tell exactly how noticeable it was. I got in the car, curled up in a ball and held my head. I kept calling till one picked up. I begged 'you need to get over here right now. I'm fucking freaking out, I don't know what’s going on!' calmly they responded 'where are you?' and I replied 'IN THE CAR. HURRY UP' and hung up. I waited for 10 minutes and no one came out side. I called and called again. The friend picked up again and I said 'where are you hurry up?!' so they finally came and sat in the back seat of the car asking if I was okay and I replied 'no I don't know what the fuck is going on. We need to leave'. Within 10 minutes the girlfriend's parents left and we went into the back yard. I tried to drink some Gatorade but just choked on it and stopped drinking. <br> <br> For some reason, 10 minutes later her parents returned and I hid under the table. I couldn't handle the anxiety, so I got up, and stumbled out the gate. Her dad tried talking to me and tried to shake my hand but I couldn't understand anything he was saying. They told him I was just really high on weed and we eventually left to go to another friend’s house, leaving the girlfriend there to baby sit her brother. Once again, in the car I could see nothing, just trails of lights and trees, and the whispering continued. At this point I started to lose memory of what happened. <br> <br> According to one of my friends, walking to the house, I feel and hit my head and just lay there and they dragged me inside. I remember sitting on the couch, rolling around on the floor, and twitching and all the shit. I was incoherent, and couldn't understand what my friends were saying. I remember saying words, that I thought they would understand but I would just say things like 'doug' (I don't know anyone named doug) and 'gyerm' and other random things. I started to become frantic, when one friend called another and told him what was going on, asking if I'd be okay. I began to freak out even more, when she called him again telling him he needs to come over immediately. <br> <br> I can't remember much after this point, but I remember my friend N, M, and S coming over. and I remember everyone pinning me down. According to my brother who came with my dad after an hour this whole thing was about 3 hours in duration. I began to scream and bite everyone, and I was being held down by about 5 people. I was screaming 'parents' and 's..s..s..sho..should I be dying?!' and 'bones ! I need my bones'. I remember both of my arms being broken with the bones popping out. but that was only in my head. Due to my screaming, the next door neighbors called the cops, who called an ambulance. <br> <br> According to friends, any time someone let go on my arm , I would grab anything I could and pull it to my mouth to bite it. If I couldn't grab anything I would bite my fingers, and it was no play bite. If no one pulled my hands out of my mouth, I would have no doubt bitten all of my fingers off. The medic's put a hard monitor on me, and I had a pulse of 160. I had horrible twitches and seizures and my eyes were shaking , and my pupils covered my whole eye. <br> <br> The next thing I remember, which was 16 hours later, at 11 am the next day, I was in the hospital which bruises and huge scabs all over my body from carpet burn and people holding me down. When I was first admitted to the hospital I was screaming at the top of my lungs and was strapped down. My brother, who was there for the more recent hour of trip said he had never seen anyone that 'gone' before, and he did a lot of acid when he was in his teens (he’s 22 now). <br> <br> According to friends I seemed somewhat like a rabid dog, one moment being extremely aggressive, then the next moment full of paranoia and extremely frantic. All my friends were covered in bite marks and bruises. They all agreed that I would probably be dead (by suicide, or getting hit a car or something) or at least be missing a few fingers if I was by myself. In the hospital I had a very low lithium level.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 61989</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 19, 2007</td><td>Views: 25,467</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=61989&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=61989&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2), Pharms - Lithium (91) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">130 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> LSD was the first big hallucinogen I encountered, and currently my chemical of choice for my uses. Here follows the details of my first trip, my discovery of the intense and breathtakingly beautiful sensory, bodily, and mental changes which LSD so flawlessly activates: <br> <br> After a quick prayer, I dosed a single hit of reputably outstanding LSD just over an hour before sunrise, and sat in my room alone waiting for effects to come on. I was not really anxious, so I listened to some music while chatting with a few friends. about 30 minutes passed before I felt symptoms coming on slowly, a feeling of energy and warmth throughout the body. Then, my mind became suddenly very silent, very clean, very relaxed. I was already very happy at this point, and really started to enjoy myself by the time the hour had passed. Not too far past the first hour, I was feeling amazing, and I knew I had to get outside before the sun came up. I walked to the back door, feeling like I had *never* in my life felt. I grabbed some blankets and a pillow off the couch, and headed out the back door, and set up a spot on the large trampoline in the middle of the yard. I lay down and began to take in my visual field, realizing how delicious and spectacular my entire world around me had become! Even in the low light everything was glowing with life and feeling and energy, and the sun was still coming up over the horizon, out of view behind my house. <br> <br> I began to stare into the sky, my body completely relaxed like never before. I began to converse with God in my mind, so clearly I felt no need to speak. My visual field was wider and more focused than ever, and I watched the sky unblinking as the light of the sun came across everything slowly, so slowly, so patiently. As the sunlight came onto the trees in front of me, I began to see why trees were so respected by the many who enjoy LSD. The superb detail and clarity and focus, of every single branch and detail on every single tree I looked at, completely blew my mind. I had never imagined that perception could be so grand and delightful. I thanked God out loud for this gift, this sacrament, for the world around me, for the Life He Is and Is, all around me and throughout existence. <br> <br> I realized, that true Life is true Love is true Good, IS GOD, not personified in any way, but the Energy of energies, the Power of powers, the Existence of existence. Without LIFE, existence cannot persist, because without a supernatural purpose it has no driving force. Existence without true Life is like a clock without time; All the mechanics and potentials of operation are there, but the dimension which constrains it is no longer present. In a way, God could be compared to a dimension which bounds all existence, like time but timeless, in a completely different layer of reality. <br> <br> Eventually my mind finally relaxed from the realization, and I stared once more at the tree I had been fixated on. I drew my attention to another in the background, and something caught my eye. A face, a small blue face. As I concentrated, I realized quickly and painfully what I was staring at; I was staring into the eyes of an evil force, a watcher, which I had encountered in my younger years during a severe sleep paralysis episode. I froze completely where I was, terrified as it took shape increasingly clearer. I asked it to leave, I asked it to shut its eyes and turn away, but it stood motionless in the top of the tree, staring straight into my soul. Falling to my last hope, I spoke out quietly but directly to God, 'remove that thing from here God, remove it now, take it down, take it down and i never want to see it again!' I will never forget that moment, when I spoke those words, and God grabbed me inside, and the form disappeared, and the feeling of complete and amazing hope struck me inside like a train, and I spread out my arms to God, and looked up into the sky. I'd never felt stronger or closer to God until that time, the time when I needed Him most, a direct encounter with my only true fear, fear itself. <br> <br> 'Evil' is nothing more than fear, a flaw in the human mind, where wisdom and Life are missing. I realized this fully, and from that moment, my goal has been to Live life for Love, for God, for Good, to pursue wisdom and share it with my fellow man and woman. From that point on, I have never again encountered evil or fear in a trip, because I no longer allow even the slightest hint to exist in my mind, because I understand exactly what it is. The terror I felt was incredibly and completely surpassed by the awesome joy, hope, and Love which grabbed me by the soul and didn't let go. The rest of that day was perfect and completely enjoyable, as was the following two days. I have never had such a refreshing experience in my life.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 38609</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 20, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,616</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=38609&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=38609&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was my second experience with LSD. My first with X. Decided to 'candy flip' by eating both at the same time. Still to this day, I believe it was the greatest buzz I have ever had. Every object had sparkles all over. When I looked in the mirror, I could see white flashes and sparkles all over my face. When I looked outside I could see sparkles on the grass and sparkles on trees. It was a very pleasant, feel-good flip. I had the positive feeling of X, mixed with the confused feeling of LSD. I still can't get over the sparkles that were everywhere. It was unbelievable. I was so high for a couple hours that I thought I was the King of the world. I remember being sprawled out on the floor on my back, looking at the ceiling seeing sparkles and waves and white flashes and bubbles and blurps. Closed my eyes and saw spirals and bubbles filled with flashes and sparkles. <br> <br> I experienced flashbacks after that about once every couple of months. I would be sitting there and move suddenly and the sparkles would come back and they would be everywhere. It could happen in class, at home, or even while driving (which proved to be dangerous once, but that’s another story). Usually lasted for 2-3 minutes. I would have to stop everything and just look in amazement while sparkles came back. As the years went on, they became less and less frequent and it had been probably around a year before last week. I was in the bathroom in the afternoon, and I looked down for some reason. Looking back up, the sparkles were back! Lasted for 20-30 seconds. <br> <br> I don't understand how this is possible, and it must be a permanent damage on my brain. If it is, this is somewhat alarming, but still its nothing scary when it occurs. I enjoy seeing the sparkles b/c it is truly like seeing water glisten off snow on the ground at night. It's just amazing that the human eyes could see something so wonderful. They look like a bunch of little lightning bolts floating around and disappearing. Sometimes they'll dance and wiggle. I know this sounds strange, but it happens to me once or twice a year, and its not easily forgettable. OWELL! Sparkles are fun to see.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 33832</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 22, 2007</td><td>Views: 11,247</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=33832&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=33832&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8 oz</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dxm/">DXM</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> I’ve decided to write about my own experience with DXM and LSD, because I consider that combination to be the most profound, inebriating, and transcendent of all psychedelic concoctions. The events took place in 1996, and the date of this report is 2003, so my memories are a bit fuzzy; however, the startling impact of this trip has allowed me to recall more details than average for a six-year old drug memory. <br> <br> My trip began one Friday after high school. I was a senior and just starting to experiment with DXM, and I had slowly worked my way into second tier territory until I felt confident with stronger doses. A friend of mine was also trying various doses of DXM, and we had cut school to drink Drixoral (which at the time contained only DXM). When school was over her mother picked her up and I went home, and at that time I was buzzing hard. <br> <br> At home I put on some tunes and lay down, and not two minutes had passed before a knock came from my window. It came from G, my friend who had recently gone the GED route (or intended to, at least!), and he had a few hits of acid. He suggested we get the hell out of suburbia for a few hours, eat these hits of fry, and talk serious politics. I realized the wisdom of this immediately, and agreed, so we left. We stopped along the way and each dosed; the acid came on small squares of two toned blotter, white on one side and purple on the other. In a moment of pure inspiration, it had been named Purple Blotter. Unlike the acid I had done before, this stuff had a palpable metallic taste that diffused across my tongue as soon as the paper hit saliva. A cigarette diminished this, and the ride began.<br> <br> The car drive took about twenty minutes, and we left Contra Costa County for the wild, lawless state known as Canyon. We were hoping it was lawless, anyway. One needs a whole lot of space when tripping, that is, space between cops. As we passed a cow pasture I realized the acid had hit; the cows were looking distorted, since patterns were forming in the subtle variations of the color on their hides. G was feeling it too, though probably not quite like me. The DXM was certainly picking up speed. We drove through twisted mountain road with shoulders of eroded cliff and the thick foliage of redwood forests. A parking lot was maintained deep within canyon, and we parked there to hike around. The acid must have countered the heavy buzz of the DXM, because I could walk fine and actually felt energetic. <br> <br> As we walked I studied the trail; it seemed my vision was trying to fragment into the diffracted lens eye one might compare to a fly. This was exciting, which added to my energy level. I just wanted to explore this wilderness; it had become a playground. I took my shoes off and had trouble walking through mud, and encountered a horse with a rider who couldn’t stop it from turning in circles. Animals must instinctively known when humans are on a trip, because they act so fucking different then. It’s their time to act, those brilliant bastards. We spoke some words to the lady rider, who laughed and rode off in a dizzying orbit. I realized my pants were coated in mud and my shoes were some one hundred feet away, on a hill, and my behavior was anything but normal. Still, this didn’t bother me like it did G, who insisted we get off the trail. We crept under a barbed wire fence, and by using rude force, blazed a trail through tightly nit chaparral and fern. It seemed like hours, but under drug frenzy we made it through to the other side, to a field of purple plants.<br> <br> The significance of the color purple did not escape me. Plants that normally looked brown looked purple, not just to me but to my friend. We had to resist our urge to investigate, because G was having a serious attack of the paranoids. I was mostly oblivious to the possibility of threat, but I felt it was best to take heed of G’s caution, so we hid out in the overgrowth until the danger passed. When we moved, we stuck to trees, darting from one to the next, because G insisted those airplanes in the sky were on the look out for suspicious behavior. Although his nervousness was largely unfounded, I would soon give him something to be nervous about. <br> <br> I must have been lucky to time the peaks of both my drug trips simultaneously. DXM tends to wait a bit before hitting fully, and so does acid, but like underwear every dose has it’s own personality. This dose was a Type A personality, and it bum rushed us with an early onset peak. So both of my peaks lit up at once, and I was gone. We had found a nice, isolated tree that the planes couldn’t see through, and I lay staring up at the tree branches. All of a sudden, weird topographic lines appeared on the canopy above. It was like someone had turned the tree into an elevation map. Then, the parts of the canopy between elevation lines rotated, as if printed on paper, and behind was complete blackness. The world disappeared completely, and my mind recoiled to DXM space. <br> <br> When I am really tripping hard on DXM, my mind’s eye seems much larger than normal. A comparison could be that normally my mind can visualize thoughts on a thirty-two inch screen. On DXM it’s fucking Imax. That day, while on DXM and LSD, my mind’s eye was a series of Imax screens, each with it’s own unique, autonomous hallucination. Amid these screens was my visual input, because during all this my eyes stayed open, but I felt as if I was hovering above my body, and my vision was very far off. I saw myself doing strange things; jumping around like a monkey, smashing stuff with a rudimentary club, wandering aimlessly through the park, all which featured the somewhat bewildered reactions of G. I remember saying, “I am a dreamer searching for myself. I am higher than I’ve ever been in my life.” Gravity had no meaning, I could fly in my mind and my body had long since stopped signaling my nervous system. Somehow I had full mobility, somewhat of a rarity on heavy DXM trips, although just because I could move doesn’t mean I could control myself. <br> <br> My actions were instinctual, played out by some part of my mind that was separate from my drug consciousness. It was as if I was experiencing multiple simultaneous dimensions as an observer. This peak was amazing, but my mind wandered into territory so alien and so breathtaking that I forgot it as soon as it happened, forgetting as soon as the next hallucination started. <br> <br> When I settled down we were inside the car again, parked and smoking cigarettes. The tape “Pretty Hate Machine” by Nine Inch Nails was playing, and it was as if I heard a symphony of euphoria. I glanced down at the palm of my hands and noticed my mind playing tricks on me. The shadowed parts of my palm would wriggle about and form images, and the light parts would undulate and shade these moving images. Soon I could see full motion video in my palms, as if I had televisions for hands. My reaction was to gallop wildly around the car, laughing hysterically while staring into my hands. My friend appeared equally curious and pissed, and when I told him about my hands he said, “I don’t see shit in your hands. Get back in the car.” Although he was appointed babysitter on this trip, the acid was still strong in him. We decided to sit on a hill and smoke pot. <br> <br> I stared off at a far off slope, where individual bushes had became grotesque green humanoids bearing jagged tools of war. They charged down the hill, rolling over each other and morphing into other creatures. I leaned back and stared at the sky instead. The sky bent inward, as if some giant finger had pressed down on the sky and bent it till it touched my eyeball. The trip continued strong for several hours, but unfortunately I remember few more details. The next day I was in trouble, because it turned out I was supposed to be at work that night, and my boss had called home. I was grounded, but my message to the world is: It was worth it. DXM and LSD are incredibly psychedelics taken individually, but when they cross path they are something entirely new. My rating of this trip: five out of five roaches.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1996</td><td width="90">ExpID: 26185</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 25, 2007</td><td>Views: 9,850</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=26185&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=26185&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DXM (22), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 bowl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 capsls</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/det/">DET</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 7:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> Let me first begin by saying that what happened this night was not at all intentional. I met with my friend 'Bertrand' that night in anticipation of consuming a very low quantity of LSD and having a relaxing night with a mild trip... Prior to this experience, I would say that I was fairly well traveled with a variety of natural and synthetic materials. I had been experimenting for about 5 years and had some pretty mind-blowing experiences but nothing even remotely close to this...<br> <br> I arrived at Bertrand’s art studio around 9pm Friday night. After a few beers and a bowl of high-grade cannabis, we decided to ingest the first tab of the galactic butterfly acid. Within 30 min I could definitely feel it coming on strong. We were becoming pretty silly, laughing at nothing and feeling generally euphoric. Next thing I know, Bertrand has gone downstairs to the kitchen to cut a few more hits off the sheet. He ingests a 3 strip and I believe I took 2 more at this point. Everything is still very nice at this point, I feel a wave of energy and start to peak from the first hit. Mild patterns start to emerge from the walls and ground and Bertrand seems very interested in studying the bowl of soup he's just heated up. After about 30min of nonstop laughter in the kitchen we headed back upstairs to listen to music.<br> <br> When we get back upstairs, we smoke another bowl and Bertrand begins crushing up a pill of MDMA. I believe it was a blue Rolex or something like that. We both insufflate a nice sized mound of the powder and just sat back for a few minutes. Soon, the colors started becoming much more intense and the hallucinations were wildly vivid. I began to remember why I loved candy-flipping as it had been some significant amount of time since my last experience. <br> <br> An hour or so goes by, it is now around 12:30am and we are peaking off the 3 hits of acid and it's incredible. The MDMA is not as prevalent but still adding some pizzazz to the visual character of the LSD. At this point, Bertrand decides to add more LSD into the mix and gave me a 3-strip which I immediately ingested. About 30 more min of listening to music goes by and we are on a whole new plane of reality now, but still in total control and having a great time. Bertrand hands me another pill of MDMA and I was too lazy to crush it up so I just swallowed it and chased it down with some beer.<br> <br> By about 2am we are both in a highly altered state. The sounds of the music felt like they were coming out of our bodies and we could see every sound floating around the room. I also noticed that I was highly sensitive to various energies in my surroundings. I could barely speak but Bertrand and I were somehow communicating fluidly. It seemed like I would say a fragment of a thought out loud and our minds would fill in the rest naturally.<br> <br> Now it starts getting interesting. We were locked in now, there was no turning back. More Acid more MDMA. At this point there were blotter tabs in my beer, tabs stuck in my chewing gum... not a good sign, haha... Then, Bertrand reaches for his backpack and pulls out 4 capsules with a very small amount of white crystal powder. He explains that it's a chemical called DET and that he has never tried it before. Like the idiots we are, we ingested 2 pills each thinking the trip couldn't get any more intense.<br> <br> 30 min after ingesting the DET, we were no longer tripping. For those of you that have experienced this, you know exactly what I mean. The experience shifted from an extremely intense candy flip to a full-on sensory experience in my head. I forgot I even took any drugs. I felt completely lucid and everything started making sense. The associative tendencies of my thoughts were extremely dialed into a seemingly greater flow of energy. I realized that it didn't matter if I lived or died because my 'self' was eternally connected whatever else is out there.<br> <br> It's now about 4am and we ingested a few more tabs of the LSD because were didn't think we were tripping anymore. In an effort to reinstate the experience, we made the worst decision ever, to get in a car and start driving around. I remember the beginning of the drive because we were listening to a Live PA from lusine and it was stellar. During the drive I felt like each road was it's own stream of thought that we were locked into. I felt invincible and maybe I was in fact. <br> <br> About 40 min later Bertrand shook me and asked 'Where the fuck are we?' Somehow we had managed to drive about 40 min away and not even know it. Looking back now I believe that we both were blacked out during the drive. I had a full out of body experience while I was driving but still felt incredibly honed into what I was doing physically. Bertrand shook me once again to get my attention and seemed a little shaken up that we managed to get so far away from the studio. He told me he was scared about how messed up I was and that I had been repeating myself constantly for the last hour while I was driving. At this point I remembered all the drugs I taken and I threw up out the window of the car while I was driving and immediately pulled over. It took me a few minutes to get in control but I was 'fine.' <br> <br> I began to realize what was actually happening and that I was in the middle of what was to be the most profound psychedelic experience of a lifetime. <br> <br> Before getting back into the car, we figured out where we were and decided that Bertrand should drive back to the studio. During the drive home I was very worried about what was happening. I felt physically fine but I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I had never gone this far before and left my body like that. Now that I look back, I literally remember being up in space and seeing the stars as I was looking down at my body driving the car.<br> <br> It's about 6:30am now and we are back at the studio, the sun is starting to come up. The hallucinations are incredibly intense at this point. We listen to some Animal Collective and every wave of sound completely changes the visual landscape. At one point I remember feeling like I was in a wild western saloon and watched Bertrand in a Cowboy hat with a piece of straw coming out of his mouth. This continued for a few more hours and I don't really remember it all that well. I know that Bertrand and I were talking to each other on a different plane of existence, maybe through our thoughts. I am now completely convinced that certain chemicals can allow such things to happen.<br> <br> 10am now and we make it back down to the kitchen. My brain is now locked into repetitive thinking again and the harsh, digital personality of the research chemicals is invading my brain like shards of glass slicing into my thoughts. I am getting worried now because it's been over 12 hours and the trip is showing absolutely no signs of subsiding. I feel like I need to leave the studio and go home to familiar surroundings. Bertrand tries to convince me not to leave but I feel like I must get out. Minutes later we hear someone coming into the studio (Bertrand is a graduate student and there are 6 other people that have studios in this building). It turns out to be a girl with her parents. She's bringing them there to show her work. The parents walk in and I run upstairs to Bertand’s room and slam the door. He comes in a few minutes later and explaining that everything is fine and that they are leaving soon.<br> <br> 12pm in the afternoon now and I need to leave the studio. I'm still absolutely floored by the drugs but I feel like I can make it back home. Bertrand and I walked outside for the first time since the sun came up and I was stunned. The natural world was infused with harsh digital patterns. I could feel everything. I got in my car and started driving. I couldn't listen to music cause it was too hypnotic and I just needed to make it a few miles... I saw all these people walking the streets dressed in what looked like school t-shirts for a certain University. Maybe there was a sporting event going on. I watched the people walking together and tried to figure out what it meant. Where did I fit in? I still don't know.<br> <br> Eventually I made it home and tried to force myself to eat something. I thought a shower might help. While in the shower, I could see the atoms in the soap bubbles flying around and they were wildly colored. It was pretty interesting but I was too worried to enjoy it at the time. I didn't know If I would ever be normal again. I eventually cleaned myself up, I probably smelled like puke since I had thrown up earlier. I made it into my bed and just curled up, wishing that it would end. My thoughts were racing and the same repetitive thoughts kept storming in and killing my sanctity.<br> <br> It's now about 6pm the next day and I'm still hallucinating but haven't consumed any drugs in at least 12hrs. I feel a little better and start calling some friend for comfort. Bertrand is apparently still at the studio probably taking more acid for all I know cause he's the most crazy person on the planet.<br> <br> By 6am Sunday morning I finally felt like the trip was over. 36 hours of the most intense experience of my life. I began to think about everything that happened and tried to piece together the experience as best I could. After pondering it for a little while, I burst into tears. I felt reborn, like I had been touched by God and I think I was. This trip chose me this time. I have spent my entire life looking for something and for a few moments I saw it in it's entirety. I will never be the same again.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 63036</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 27, 2007</td><td>Views: 18,784</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=63036&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=63036&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">OBE (332), LSD (2), MDMA (3), DET (16) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Multi-Day Experience (13), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3), First Times (2)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">230 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have gotten 'migraines' sense I was about 10. After seeing the LSD web pages, I grew an interest for this substance. I heard it was in town from some 'buddies' and I decided I'de try it. <br> <br> At this point I was getting headaches basically everyday, not knowing about the rumor that it supposively allows headaches to decrease. Well just about everybody that takes LSD knows there is a chance of having a 'bad trip', when I got it, my best friend told me that when I take it, I should be in a good mood...so I didnt have a bad experience. I had a headache, so I figured that I would wait until that passed. I wrapped it in tin foil, storing it for the naxt day. Well the next day I had an even worste headache, and I was considering if I should see a doctor, but I didnt know if they would drug test me or something (I smoke marijuana ocassionaly) so of course I hesitated, and didnt go. I was kind of mad that I couldn't take the LSD tab sitting, at that time, in front of me, sense it is extremly rare out here in connecticut. <br> <br> After about 30 minutes of looking at the tab, I said screw it and took it. About 25 min's later, I was feeling pretty good, seeing waves and etc, but nothing big, basically a good experience. Whilst I was on the drug, I didnt really notice if I had a headache or not, but afterwards when I woke up the next day I was fine and feeling really good...headache free, which my next headache was about, I'de say a week and a half later, which I ussually get around 3-4 in that period.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42212</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 11, 2007</td><td>Views: 14,679</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42212&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42212&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Health Benefits (32), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I am submiting this report at around 2:40 PM, at around 10:30 the previous night me and a few close friends decided to ingest some LSD for the night and have some fun. We ate 2 hits apeice and then watched Fargo. Towords the woodchipper scene the normal giggling and body chills set in. After it ended we smoked smoke pot and watched another movie. During this we were all sitting in the living room, which is also where my computer is located. <br> <br> Being quite comfortable with psychoactives I was feeling fine and decided to see how a computer game would be. After activating the program I leaned back to zone out a little while it was loading. This is when somehow I became unconcious, apparantly falling to the floor. I say apparantly because I just remember my friends shouting my name and then waking up to me struggling to get back up. I had hit my head on the way down (in fact I am typing this with a large bruise above my right eye) and could feel my arms moving in that instant where I awoke. <br> <br> I think the movement signifies an unconcious urge to protect myself seeing as how I had fallen to the floor. After collecting myself my first response was to ask everyone waht happened. The response I got was that I had just fallen out of the chair. This worries me alot. <br> <br> In fact the main reason for my submission today is to possibly shed some light on this phenomena for me. I take no perscription medication and this has happened to me twice before on mushrooms as well. To me it is just as if I am sitting back enjoying my trip untill the rushes of feeling get really intense and I just fade out, regaining consciousness within a matter of seconds. Anyways today I feel fine and I am a man of good health so I suspect no serious damage but I fear that without any knowledge of how I black out I can not enjoy psychoactives anymore. Thank you and good day.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42735</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 11, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,967</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42735&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42735&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:40</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">115 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I do alot of drugs. I do pharmies, I do hallucinogens, and most of all, I smoke the chronic. My experiences so far have only been good, though people continue to warn me about the dangerous after effects of acid. I never listened, and now I feel like puking my brains out. <br> <br> On saturday night I took an ambien, smoked some salvia and went to sleep. I passed the fuck out and slept until work the next day. Then at 10:20 I took my first hit of acid, and started smoking herb. We kept a bowl loaded the whole night, and went through approx. A half 8th. We drank a ton of juice and ate alot of fruit. I have done acid three times before, never with adverse effects. An hour and forty minutes later I took another hit of acid, and soon after started to feel queasy. The rest of the night I felt like puking my brains out, but couldnt get anything up. I just kept a bowl next to the toilet and sat there in a fetal position wanting nothing more than to puke. I still enjoyed the trip, going for a brief walk outside and discovering a beautiful sky of both night and day. And my stomach still feels sick whenever I eat something, like my body is rejecting it and doesnt want to digest anything, I dunno. Its been 5 days since I took the acid. I want to puke my guts up, get that shit out of there!!! I wish I had some weed to help the nausea. I have never felt like this before. I think it was the combination of acid and ambien in my system that messed me up.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44493</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 11, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,755</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44493&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44493&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Hangover / Days After (46), Health Problems (27), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms - P. cubensis</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">225 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I've suffered with episodic cluster headaches since I was 12. Every day basicly until I was about 15, which I hear is rare because most people have their first when they're in their early 20's, however I can't say thats true because I've never met another cluster head in person. To make a long and very painful story short, between the ages of 16 - 18 I experimented with LSD and mushrooms. This had nothing to do with the headaches it was just a young guy experimenting with drugs. 19 was the year that they started to get very bad and it was also the year I quit doing those things. I don't think that is a coincidence. <br> <br> In December of 1999 I wanted to do something special for the millenium so I bought an oz. of mushrooms. I ate them over the course of January and went all of 2000 without a cluster, and was not attacked again until the summer of '01. I can't say the mushrooms are what did it, but I know that the only times in my life when I did not get these headaches, since I was 12, is when I had recently done some psilocybin. <br> <br> Since I just read this article today I have not tried it as a preventative measure, but I intend to. I realize that it is probably illegal, but it CAN NOT be more dangerous than the host of drugs I have been prescribed over the past 15 years, and the side effects are actually fun instead of all the terrible crap that has happened to me due to the prescription drugs. I don't consider myself a dope head, and anyone who has seen a person deal with CH, and would refuse them ANY treatment that works, is a monster.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24558</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 23</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 24, 2007</td><td>Views: 15,244</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24558&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24558&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Mushrooms - P. cubensis (66) : Not Applicable (38), Health Benefits (32)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> A few weeks ago, I came into possession of some acid. Of course, I found a friend to drop with. For the purposes of this story, let's call this friend Greg. It doesn't matter, he's not very important to the story anyway. Greg and I sat inside and smoked 3.5 grams of good weed, pretty evenly distributed between us. <br> <br> I took my two hits after clearing most of my last bowl, but Greg decided he would wait for a few minutes. In those few minutes, he dozed off, and I was unable to wake him. I've tripped alone before, but I was a bit wary that night, being as it was his house and all. I sat, listening to music, and began to feel the acid creeping up on me in a about 20 minutes. The trip turned out to have a little bit of everything one expects from acid. <br> <br> T + 00:30 <br> <br> Mild visuals. In the corner of my eye, the stucco on Greg's ceiling began to 'drip,' in but would quickly revert to normal when I looked straight at it. At this point, there was no altered thought process that couldn't be attributed to the pot. <br> <br> T + 01:00 <br> <br> Visuals were a bit weirder. Staring into Greg's ceiling, I would begin to see fractal patterns composed of Spanish galleons laid over a green sea. These could be neutralized by blinking or looking away. I began thinking as if I were born for the first time, yet ironically, the feeling was familiar (I've tripped on acid before). Common concepts seemed very new to me, such as the idea that hands can be used to touch things. <br> <br> T + 01:30 <br> <br> Intense visuals. Among some of the most intense were visions of my friend, 'Walter,' appearing in the wrinkles of a towel on the ground. The ceiling was raining. I would see Greg sleeping on his bed (where he actually was), then on the floor, then on a table, then on the ceiling. All these images were clear as day. My mind was sufficiently lost at this point. I was more than convinced that my genitals were angry with me for some reason they refused to reveal. <br> <br> T + 01:45 (est) <br> <br> I went to the bathroom. Let me tell you right now, Greg's bathroom is not a very acid-friendly area. Where before I was feeling excitement and physical euphoria, entering his abrasive, lime-green bathroom turned my trip around. I saw the faces of at least 50 people I've known throughout my life, all hovering outside his second-story bathroom window. Their pale hands began to slap the window, and I was hearing it all in great detail. I was briefly concerned that my mother would hear and I'd be caught, forgetting that my mother was not even in the same town, let alone the same house. This idea made me very insecure. Then I looked in the mirror and saw that my face was melting and my eyes were gone. I have yet to experience greater terror. How I managed to successfully urinate and retreat back to Greg's room is still a mystery to me. <br> <br> T + 02:00 <br> <br> With music and a little more marijuana, my good feelings were restored tenfold. Colors would dance and blend in front of my eyes in accordance to the beat. I felt as if my brain was dancing. At times, I believed Greg was dancing to the music, though he still hadn't woken. I won't bother to detail the next few hours, as they consist mainly of myself thinking and staring at the images that played in front of me. I don't think I moved from that spot until the sun began to rise. <br> <br> T + 05:00 <br> <br> At this point, the trip had subsided a bit, and I felt nearly ready to sleep. Or so I thought. The sunrise exploded toward me with such a total radiant beauty that I couldn't bring myself to even blink until it had finished. <br> <br> T + 06:00 <br> <br> My thought process had restored itself to normal, but I was still seeing things like mad. I walked around a bit, but couldn't feel my feet touching the ground. I hovered over to Greg, who was waking up, and suggested to him that we get some food. Breakfast was orgasmic. Seriously, I was feeling so good that I sprouted a triumphant boner and nearly creamed my jeans. <br> <br> T + 07:00 <br> <br> I was still feeling very dreamy, though I think at that point I could have allowed myself to navigate in society relatively unnoticed. Greg commented on the size of my pupils. I spent the rest of the day in a blissful little haze.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42665</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 25, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,454</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42665&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42665&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Ever since I joined the military I encountered many people, that have done various drugs. I had only tried Cannabis, and told myself I would never try anything else. The drug that caught my attention the most was LSD. Many of my friends in the military had boasted about there trips, wild hallucinations, uncontrollable laughter, and a very strong mood lift. Naturally after hearing all these testimonials, I decided I had to experience this phenomenon. <br> <br> It was 2am, and a friend that I will refer to as D, questioned me about trying some LSD with him. He had remained at my house while the rest of my roommates left to a nightclub. At first I was very hesitant, but I agreed. He pulled out a 3 mircoscopic paper tabs, 1 for myself and two for him. I was instructed to place the tab on my tongue for 1 hour. To pass the time we watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I could not concentrate on the movie. I was too busy waiting to feel the effects. As we lay on my bed, D asked me if one of my posters was moving. I looked up at my wall and suddenly it hit me like a train. <br> <br> Uncontrollable laughter. I was laughing so hard a sharp pain began to develop in my ribs. I tried to calm myself down, but had no control overmyself. I burried my head in a pillow and lost control. After 5 minutes had passed, I was able to stop. I told D I had to use the restroom. I stood up on the bed and felt as if I was floating on thin air. As I made my way to the door, D warned me to be careful, in his exact words 'Be careful out there man, its a whole nother world'. I had no idea how right he was. <br> <br> As I entered the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. My pupils had become dilated. I couldnt control my jaws, it was as if someone had streched them permanently into a smile. I remember feeling a sharp pain the back of my head, it was as if I could feel the drug entering my brain. I quickly went to the bathroom and thought how wierd it felt. I went back into my room and told D I wanted to explore. He agreed. We walked downstairs slowy, like two elderly gentlemen. Everything was increasing and decreasing in size. A vine like pattern appeared on the stairs carpet. <br> <br> I had to hold the railing to walk down. Everytime I would look at D, it felt as if he was walking like the character Jack from the Nightmare Before Christmas. I mentioned to D that I felt very hot and my stomach was upsetting me. We made our way to the kitchen and drank about 6 cups of water each. D said it would make my body temperature remain steady. We sat down on the couch and began to discuss how our trip was going. That conversation ended quickly. I became distracted with everything around me. The walls were breathing, the window shades were creating strange shadows, my heart was beating extremely quick, and I saw trails of lights almost everywhere I looked. Yellow, White, and Red lights flew at me. I had a strong urge to go walking. <br> <br> So we both decided to go walk to the park across the street. Outside everything was beautiful. The breeze felt refreshing against my skin. The stars shined with a spectacular glow. I glanced over at my car, and it felt as if it was growing in size. Before we made it off the driveway we both decided to smoke some Cannabis. We made our way back inside and smoked about 1 gram. We had 1 gram left and decided it was best to save it for when we were comming down. <br> <br> We quickly made our way back to the outside world. The street lights lit up houses with an eary glow. Shadows moved all around us as we made our way to the park. We walked a few times around the park and talked the entire time. We laughed and bonded together. I had known D for about 2 months, but never had the opportunity to have a real conversation with him. When I had first met him, I thought all we had in common was a passion for playing guitar, but I learned alot about D this trip. We walked for about 20 minutes and made our way back inside. It had been about 3 hours since we had taken the tab. <br> <br> As we made our way back to the house my roomates with some friends had arrived home. We explained to them we were tripping, and they asked us how everything was going. D and I made our way upstairs along with S. We decided to watch some Aquateen and that's when everything changed. D and S were laying on the bed watching the show. I decided to use my pc. I couldn't concentrate on anything. The monitor was shrinking and increasing in size. Words were unreadable, the brightness off the screen hurt my eyes, and I felt a little uneasy in my stomach. So I decided to lay down on the floor and watch the show. <br> <br> Colors flew out of the tv at me. I was amazed by the display. I couldn't concentrate on what D and S were talking about, but when I finally could, it was to late. D was panicking about overdosing on the 2 tabs. He kept on saying he was going to die, and S was trying to calm him down, but her attempts were to no avail. I sat up and laughed, I couldn't help myself. I knew I shouldn't of been, but I couldn't help it. I grabbed my ipod and ran downstairs to the couch. I knew my laughter would not help the bad trip situation. I layed down and put on my Korn cd. Even though I was listening to my favorite band, I really didnt have much intrest in the song. I was to occupied staring at the tree outside my sliding glass door to the backyard. <br> <br> It seemed as if the tree was getting closer to me. I felt as if the tree was preparing to attack me. I lay there on the couch laughing outloud at the thought of the tree attacking me. S walked downstairs and exited through the front door. I followed behind. When I made it outside, I could not find S. It was like she disappeared. I walked towards the park in search of her. The street lights glared at me, and in the darkness of the park, I saw shadows moving. There was a corn field across the street, and I thought to myself people were in there watching me. I freaked myself out so bad, I ran towards my house. As I made it to the driveway a voice whispered 'M do you want a hit'. I searched for the voice but couldn't find it. I thought to myself it was the LSD messing with my head. <br> <br> Again I hear it, 'M do you want a hit'. I quickly turned to the direction I heard the voice from, and saw S and her friend K sitting in K's car. I sat in the car and smoked about another gram with S and K. D later walked outside and joined us in the car, but began to feel uncomfortable in the car. We were sitting in the back seat, and it was a little cramped. So he left and went back inside. <br> <br> I lit up a cig, and began to play with it. I swirled it around in the air, I was amazed by the light trail it left behind. I exited the car and layed down on the hood of my car. I stared into the night sky and lost myself in the stars. I thought about my life, my friends, how well my experience was going. I was in a great state of mind, and life couldn't of been better. I smiled and grabbed hold of my dogtags. Staring up into the nightsky I bed farewell to all my fallen friends I lost overseas. I walked towards my door and noticed it felt like it grew 20 feet. I messed around with my keys until I found the proper one. I figided around with the lock for about 5 minutes until I got the door open. I walked inside and before shutting the door, I glanced outside once more. I took in a deep breath and smiled. <br> <br> I made my way upstairs to find D and S laying in bed. He had overcome his bad trip and was watching the critic. I turned on the blacklight in my room and lost myself exploring my room. I kept telling D that the Al Capone poster was looking at me. He said he felt the same way. I stared at my lavalamp, and lost myself in it for awhile. I stared at the bubbles traveling up and down in a almost robotic pattern. I layed on the bed with D And S and we shut the movie off. D pulled out his laptop and played some soothing music. <br> <br> During that time I thought alot about myself. Where I was going in life, what my plans for the future were, who I really was. I learned alot about myself. S left later on and D and I remained. We both agreed we had reached our peaks, and our trip was going down. We smoked the last of our Cannabis and stayed up talking about our trip for an hour. I later dropped him off at home, and returned to my house. I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, but I just couldnt. I remember before I took the tab I was almost asleep. Now I was wide awake. I remember thinking how funny it was such a small piece of paper could cause such a big effect. I lost myself in my thoughts and drifted to sleep. <br> <br> I will never forget this experience. I made a great friend and I learned many things about myself. This was truely a life changing experience.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 54407</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 29, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,222</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=54407&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=54407&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Relationships (44), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was my second time experimenting with acid and also most intense. I bought two blotter hits from a friend at band practice. it was a very thick deeply blue colored paper. I dosed 1 hit and had band practice which was the most amazing thing ever. it increased my musical ability 10 fold! After that, everything went down hill. <br> <br> It was winter and it was night time. We were driving to a friends apartment very close by but only made it down the street before crashing into a ditch. Typical. Since that happened, I kept asking myself and one other person I was walking with if we had crashed and died. He said 'Yeah, your dead.' to fuck with me, which turned out not to be a good idea. When we got to the apartment, 4 other people were there we knew. and everyone was on acid at this point. <br> <br> I dosed my second hit 45 minutes after the first, which was a big mistake. I underestimated the strength of my dose. Thinking I was dead this whole time, I now thought I could do anything I wanted without consequence. I almost raped my friend's girlfriend that was there (who was the only sober person) right in front of him thinking we could hook up cuz I was in fantasy world. I had extreme personality dettachment and ego dissolution. <br> <br> I preceded to trash my friend Dans apartment for no reason. I was dumping full ashtrays onto the floor, throwing videos at the door, knocking over tables and trying to break a window with a chair. He gave me a warning to leave but I could not communicate with anyone. I was totally disconnected from reality. He then punched me in the face and I flew backwards a number of feet slamming into a door. Although I did not feel one ounce of pain! <br> <br> I scrambled to my feet and ran outside and away as fast as I could. I then started breaking windows of random houses and running away into a main road with heavy traffic nearly getting demolished by speeding cars. My insanity was inconceivable. I thought I was in my natural element and was free. But in reality I had pissed my self and removed every article of clothing I had on, including my shoes, and was running down the street naked. <br> <br> The cops surely came and slowly rolled along side me talking to me. They asked me if I had taken any drugs and I told them I took LSD and thought nothing of it. I tried to run away but they tackled me and brought me to the police station. I also spit in the police officers face inside the squad car after him asking me a reasonable question. Being in police custody was physically painful. All I could think about was losing my sanity for the rest of my life and be institutionalized. After being processed at 4:30 in the morning, a cop took me home. I regained my sanity but was having extreme visuals on the way home. <br> <br> My little adventure had made the newspaper and everything. Days and weeks afterward I was depressed and extremely embarassed for what I had done. Try explaining that to your girlfriend who is the sister of the girl I tried to hook up with!!! All in all, worst day of my life. Still paying off lawyer debts.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50858</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 11,737</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50858&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50858&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">119 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have been a chronic LSD user for quite a while now. I loved the world it brought me to and enjoyed it maybe a few times too much. <br> <br> After the first time I did LSD I noticed the world looked just a bit different to me. There was a little something just 'different' with my vision. Things looked farther away then usual and words waved a little bit. I thought it was nothing, did LSD again and these strange new visual distortions actually disappeared. Then I did it again... and again, again, and again thinking there was no damage done to me at all. I continued chronic LSD use for weeks on end. <br> <br> One monday, over a week ago. I became so dependant on this strange drug that even though I was sick in bed I still reached for a hit. I did the hit, tripped out and had the time of me life but then I couldn't sleep. The next day I continued on, went to school and noticed that I was still hallusinating. I told everone that it was just because I haden't slept yet and I thought it was. Days passed, still no sleep, until one day I took some NyQuil and finally closed my eyes and drifted off. <br> <br> I woke up the next morning, and thought 'good, now that I've slept all these reacurring hallusinations have stopped!' then I took a look around my room and realized I was wrong. The walls were still melting, I was seeing faces and eyes (reacurring hallusinations) everywhere, my blank grey walls appeared to have neon flashes and patterns all over them. <br> <br> I searched the internet for permanent damage LSD could do to people but all I got was information on 'flashbacks' and thought nothing of it. I continued on with my life. Another few days passed, still hallusinating like mad. Not tripping out, just hallusinating still. Words still melting, walls, floors and ceilings still waves and faces, eyes and tribal patterns still appeared everywhere! I almost snapped but instead, decided to get a grip and accept that this may be permanent. <br> <br> Today I was diagnosed with HPPD: Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder. Basically I am type 2 which is consistant visual disturbances 24 hours a day, and it may be for the rest of my life. I've gotten used to everything around me melting, seeing things when I close my eyes and blank walls appearing to flash and show my patterns. It's now a part of my everyday life. <br> <br> Have fun, and just take this as a personal warning. If it has happened to me, it can happen to you. I don't know if I will ever again be able to touch LSD though I'm sure I will again, though it just may make my condition worse.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 46958</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 21, 2007</td><td>Views: 11,970</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=46958&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=46958&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Post Trip Problems (8), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I’ll never forget that night. How comfortable it made me feel or how peaceful, serene and beautiful it all was. Lake Elkhorn really is wonderful, and it took a walk of the entire lake and some of the most potent LSD I had ever had to fully appreciate it. It was fairly foggy, we (me and a close friend of mine) had thought it would rain tonight, but we hoped not. I was the only one on the acid. My friend and I had stopped under a bridge, just before the lake, to roll a joint. It was a really good one, considering it was rolled standing up. As I sat and waited for the joint to be finished, strong uncontrollable laughter came on. It wasn’t unpleasant at all; it was quite reassuring of the pleasures soon to come. <br> <br> Soon it was done, and we left towards the lake after lighting it. I only took 2 hits of marijuana the entire night, I didn’t feel the need to be on it or any other drugs while experiencing the LSD. Not long after hitting the joint, my face felt flustered and phlegm build-up was bad in my throat. A very small amount of it got vomited up and within 2 minutes I felt great again. We started up the right hand side of the lake from the bridge. I was captivated by the wind pushing the water at seemingly unnatural speed. We sat on a bench in someone’s backyard facing the lake. My friend continued to smoke his long burning joint as we sat, enjoying the sounds of the ducks and the lovely trees and water. <br> <br> Not long after sitting, another strong burst of laughter had come on. Since we were right in a stranger’s backyard, I had tried to silence myself to no avail. After a while on the bench, the joint was done, he threw the roach to the ducks and we continued along the paths. By this point, my senses were heightened three-fold. Lights glowed brightly, and sounds were easily heard, and just by hearing them, I could identify the source and location. I wondered how many miles the path around the lake was, because at this point we wouldn’t see another bench for a while. While walking, we saw geese and ducks, swimming, walking, singing and yelling. Much silence grew between my friend and I as we listened to the sounds of nature and life all around us. <br> <br> After about a half an hour or so, we came across a public bench, again, facing the water. On the back of the bench, we noticed “The Waterfowl” was written. We thought it was strange and were determined to find out its true meaning by the end of the night. Trees hung overhead from this place, and a gazebo was near. Bats flew frantically overhead, but didn’t seem to notice or care about us. Families of ducks continued to swim past, like a single mother leading 5 children through a crowded toy store. Not long after we sat down, I began laughing hard again, this time being the hardest since. It must have gone on non-stop for easily 5 whole minutes or more. I could still think while doing this full body heave, but I couldn’t speak clearly or move my arms too much. <br> <br> I remember thinking how wonderful of a time I was having at this lake, and how if I could truly understand what I was laughing about, then I would somehow be blessed or enlightened. This trip I had was like no other. All of my other acid journeys had been indoors, as I did nothing but look for visual falsities to perhaps laugh about or misinterpret as a life-changing event. Every animal I encountered that night got unusually close to me, they didn’t even seem to notice me. I felt accepted by the natural world, as all humans once were. Then they turned away, and began to kill her, building their mechanical world of plastics and hate. I felt that this walk wasn’t across a lake, or Owen Brown or even America, but I felt it was a walk across the world as it once was and now should be. I loved every plant and animal and mindless piece of landscape I saw, I appreciated them as brethren and wanted to coexist with them, in their carefree world. <br> <br> We got off the bench after a long time, we were both caught up in the beauty of the moment. But not much time passed until we were on the move again. This wasn’t a strong visual trip, it was all about thought, feeling, love and Earth, but as we walked I thought I was hallucinating, it turned out to be 2 lovers, sitting and talking on a bench not far from the bench we had come from. We greeted them and I apologized because I thought we interrupted sex, the man’s laughter reassured me there was no sex happening, and we kept on going. <br> <br> Not long after seeing them, some geese sat on the path, no more than 9 inches from us. We greeted and were amazed by these beautiful creatures being so close and so unafraid. We got to the first place I had recognized in over an hour, it was my friend’s old house, I knew we had nearly completed the journey around the lake. We came across one last bench along the paths. This bench provided an amazing view as well, but not nearly as stunning as the last. Again, not long after sitting came the laughter, pretty hard this time too. I decided to attribute the laughter to LSD’s roller coaster of euphoria. <br> <br> We sat here for a while, and after a few minutes we could hear something flying and swooping over the water. It would scrape its feet just above the waterline and it made an intimidating sound. It turned out to be 2 large birds of some kind, we couldn’t see them half of the time but the sounds were unmistakable. The 2 birds turned out to be fighting, perhaps over food or women. One of them undoubtedly kicked the other’s ass, and then taunted him afterwards. We were both absolutely astounded to have witnessed a real life nature fight. That completed my feelings that I was finally truly accepted as a part of the natural world. <br> <br> After some butt pain, we decided to get up and complete the circling of the lake. We neared our starting point and had both agreed this was a true life-changing event, even though I was the only one on the acid, we knew magic was in the air tonight. We headed back the way we had come, wondering where to go next. It was getting late, but we still had no specific destination. I decided to just let my feet take me, and my friend walked with me. As we walked across the village center, I had another laughing attack, this time I was standing though, it felt good. I was worried about being out in the open while laughing hysterically, even though it was early in the A.M., we hurried out of the parking lot. We walked the strangest path ever, in the middle of the street some of time, across huge fields and hills. I did whatever I could to avoid pavement, after flirting with nature, I felt a hatred of mechanization, cars and where human advancement had gotten the world. <br> <br> The strange path we walked ended up bringing us to our homes, we live quite near each other but the path we took to get there easily added 20 minutes to the walk. When we got there, we sat at the public playground, in the shadows on a bench, facing a tree. My friend stuffed a cigar with weed, while I sat, laughing and studying the intricacies of the bark of the tree. With my senses still heightened, I found myself looking for cars before they even came up the main road, and I could identify human voices from all around. My friend was likely quite stoned and seemed pretty sleepy. After a while he suggested we go home, as he went towards his house, I told him I thought It would be best if I went to my home. We bid our farewells and I went home. <br> <br> Still tripping quite hard, I drank a beverage and reminisced on the night so far, then closed my eyes, enjoyed some colored geometric patterning, and alas, went to sleep, happy that god finally decided to give me life. While sitting at the playground before I went home, I thought a lot about the natural world, the Earth of the past and the animal life. While doing very deep pondering I know that I made some connection between The Waterfowl and all of the events of the night. The Waterfowl was of great importance, and I could damn near kill myself for not remembering all of the hours of thought that went into discovering its meaning. I don’t see how I could have remembered it all, I just wish I could remember the answer to the question I already worked so hard to answer, “What is The Waterfowl”.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 22721</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,107</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=22721&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=22721&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.25 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:50</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.75 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">82 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Some experienced substance users may find this idiotic, but I have taken LSD alone on two occasions. I have heard from numerous sources to always have a sitter while tripping. Believe me, I would have loved to have someone keep an eye on me, but in my world that's not possible. All my good friends are staunch Christians and sneer at me if I even mention Cannabis, never mind LSD. I had bought 3 hits a few months ago. Due to LSD's long duration I had difficulty finding a time to trip, as I was scared shitless of a night trip turning bad. Anyway, I dropped a blotter at around 2100 one night and had a rather disappointing 20 hour trip with none of the visuals I expected, although I enjoyed my music much like a Cannabis high. My other trip was rather different. <br> <br> I had planned it for months. My parents were going away for the weekend with my sister. I was rather relaxed and in a positive mood. My final year exams lay ahead but it did not bother me. I had recently read Graham Hancocks 'Supernatural'(a brilliant read indeed!!!) and Dr. Rick Strassmans 'DMT- The spirit molecule' that opened up my <br> interest in psychedelics and entheogens. So I thought that taking psychedelics for the correct reasons(spirituality, enlightenment and consciousness exploration)could only yield positive results. I did not know how to prepare for the trip, but I knew preparation was crucial in the experience. So I listened to some Terence McKenna lectures, starting a week before the trip, to create the needed mindset. <br> <br> I dropped 1.25 blotter at around 0800 am. By 0850 I was in the garden but feeling nothing, and thought I could just as well take the rest, so I dropped the remaining 3/4 hit. By 0900, back in the garden, I noticed birds were moving comically faster, as if in a 1920's movie, and soon began seeing tracers. By 0930 I was sitting by our fishpond delving into my own thoughts. Suddenly I heard a disturbing and unnerving <br> wail! I would describe it as a wail of a dying Banshee. It was long, shrill and painful and sounded, I would imagine, like a witch being burned at the stake. This startled but also fascinated me, and I was not at all scared but rather perplexed. I always have auditory hallucinations on Cannabis, which I use alone to boost my creativity and philosophical thinking, so maybe I was just used to trippy noises. <br> <br> A number of minor events occurred, such as me hallucinating doors opening and closing, and patterns in the ceiling. One major realisation was that my tubby ginger cat was with me throughout the trip, which was startling as he never even sits by me usually. His ears were pointing towards all my auditory hallucinatios and it was as if he was protecting me in some way, and guiding me throughout the trip. He could hear everything I heard and could even sense my emotions, as he always started comforting me as I started feeling the trip was too much. <br> <br> I went to my room and popped in some Infected Mushroom (Classical Mushroom), which is an amazing CD on Weed, but was dissapointing on Acid. I also listened to some Spectrum (it's Hardstyle Techno from my country, South Africa) which was interesting indeed. I danced like a bell-end alone in the dark to freaky robot sounds, while laughing my ass off about life and all its little shits. I moved to the television to watch anything that would take my mind off my excruciating headache I developed. I watched <br> everything from whacky cartoons to Fashion TV, which was amazingly freaky to realise the true beauty of a woman. The Simpsons proved to be sickly funny and so reflective of modern day society, so it provoked thought and amused! <br> <br> The moment that made the trip worthwhile was the movie 'Closer' with Jude Law and Natalie Portman. I remember feeling sad and touched by the opening scene and the sad Damien Rice tune that lingered in the background. I soon fell unconscious and awoke the next morning feeling relatively normal. As I descended the stairs to make myself some coffee, I started crying. I don't know why, but just thinking about that <br> 'Closer' opening scene made me cry like Keith Richards without his dealer. I started thinking about my (currently vacant) love life, nature and the way that we humans are (using Terence's words) raping the planet. Although I was sad, my new emotional sensitivity was a welcome change to my normal masculine thought pattern. <br> <br> Overall this trip was interesting enough, but that one moment, the emotional impact, is what made all the difference. It is not something I would try again soon because of the duration, but certainly in the future.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 55244</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 4,796</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=55244&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=55244&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">168 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Place of Experience - Devon, Eng <br> Date - June 2003 <br> <br> Confusing games of chess with my companion (Jeddy - also his first time); normality disappearing entirely; walking endlessly through a small wood by my house (now known as Gandalf's forest); and lying in long grasses, our eyes swimming with blue / white tabpoles in the sky. After much two-ing and fro-ing, when the light began to fade (Time roughly being 7.30pm - 6 hours into the trip), my 'partner in crime' had to head of home. From here on in we were both to be taken on a trip of a life time with our new friend 'Sid'. <br> <br> On arriving back home I had to briefly interact anxiously with my unaware parents, which though was a very strange experience as I felt awkward and unwelcome in their presence, it was also a very amusing one. For some reason I couldn't stop chuckling under my breath; it was this uncontrollable behavour which lead me away from them. This Paranoia was by far the worst moment of my trip, and could have been where it started to go wrong. I found though by quickly leading myself away from the cause of this bad emotion, it soon left me. <br> <br> For the next few hours I watched what would turn out to be the best TV I had ever seen in my life, feeling strong emotions for nearly everything that I saw. Even the commercials were causing me to react emotionally, and for the first time in my life television actually moved me. To stop me from waffling, I will now cut to the 'exotic' finale of my trip. After listening to late night radio for a few hours, at about midnight, I decided to turn off my bedroom light and cut off all sounds. <br> <br> At first, I just felt that I couldn't sleep, and tossed and turned beneath sweaty bedsheets. But then, without much warning, unbelievable visuals enveloped my entire thought pattern. My body and mind were taken over by exploding blossoms of deep red flowers, bursting and unraveling in magnificent light before me. With my eyes either closed or open, these images just kept on coming. By now my mind was being taken on a journey which I had no power to stop, and I was feeling such raw joyous emotion, that I never wanted it to end! <br> <br> With each new image, none lasting more than a second, my emotions gradually began to build. A wall of colour had taken up position as a pivotal point in my mind, and from each side of this the images now pushed through. Faces entangled in vines forced through as if they were escaping from a jungle, straining their expressions as if they were being chased: yet I never at any moment felt scarred one bit. <br> <br> My bed now had no physical presence in my mind, for all I knew I was floating on thin air, and my room was simply an extention of space. Throughout all my visuals this feeling of complete alienation from the world stayed, and ever since my bed has taken on a strange aura of nostalgia. The final visuals which left a strong memory were the most bizarre. The wall had all but gone, but the exotic theme seemed to remain. Large, naked, overly bloaled olive skinned ladies appeared, and their skin seemed to be pulsating as if something was trying to push through from inside. I never saw one of their faces, just their huge, distorted bodies. I can remember my thought patterns distinctly; a dark, warm feeling came over me. It was as if their was a presence, not in my room but in my mind, and a glowing sensation engulfed my stomach and lower body. <br> <br> Time by now was non-existant, and I have no recollection when my trip ended and sleep began; I'd put a rough estimate that I slipped into somber at around 3.30am, nearly 12 hours since taking the tab. Since this first trip, I have yet to take Acid again, but will soon be embarking on a weekend of 'being with Sid'. ;-)<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 25641</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 14, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,492</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=25641&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=25641&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 24:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.75 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">200 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This past weekend I obtained an ounce of marijuana to smoke/sell, and 4 tabs of acid to split between myself, and my friend Jules on the 4th of July. The night prior to the 4th, I had just come home from a party at which I drank and smoked; however, I did not want the night to end so early, as it was roughly midnight. I was thinking about going to bed so I can enjoy acid the next day until it hit me, I have work on Tuesday (the day after the 4th). Three days a week, I am a foot messenger in New York City, and deliver packages all across Midtown Manhattan, something you do not want to do after an evening of acid. I began to stress over this and decided to simply take a half a tab tonight and a lower dose on the 4th. I placed half a tab on my tongue, and nothing. I had expected the paper to dissolve, but it did not; it just sat there. <br> <br> After about 5 minutes of waiting for this piece of paper on my tongue to disappear, I decided to simply swallow, as I figured it would work as long as it was in my body. I called my brother to surprise him with the fact that I was dropping acid for the first time, he was excited for me and informed me that it should kick in within 20 – 45 minutes. I played video games until then. I checked the time, it was an hour past ingestion (1:45 am). I got slightly frustrated that I did not feel anything and decided to go to the bathroom. <br> <br> As I walked to the toilet I noticed the first sign of the acid. My entire downstairs floor is black and white tiles in a checkered pattern, and as I was walking they seemed to be flowing together slightly; outside the borders. However, I could not decide if it was the marijuana and alcohol, or the early stages of the trip I desperately desired. I went back to my room, and sat on the computer for a little bit. I decided I should smoke a joint and hopefully boost the trip. Roughly 2 – 2.5 hours after ingestion (shortly after smoking) I was laying on my bed and felt a pleasant body buzz, as well as a heavy head (literally). <br> <br> As the trip progressed, the vividness of my memory decreased; I was on the phone with 2-fellow-LWSers, but I do not remember who. My brother then came home and we listened to some music before he went to bed. I definitely felt very different and pretty damn good. At around 4:45 AM I decided sleep was necessary for my big day, but the acid did not seem to agree. Sleeping seemed almost impossible and whenever I did fall asleep I would wakeup in what seemed like 5 minutes to tell my friends they had to go home, but no one was here. This happened many times, and I vaguely remember dreaming about a friend who looked like your classic hippy and rode a colorful umbrella bicycle. <br> <br> The next day was rough. I figured I slept around 3 hours, possibly less, possibly more, but I did not feel like any satisfying number. I went with my family to a barbeque, and attempted to take a nap but once again could not. I was exhausted, but found that ice-cold water replenished some energy temporarily. I then went home to grab the acid and the weed, and Jules picked me up and we went to the next town over, Livingston. The plan was to hangout at this outdoor festival form 6 – 12 (PM) with some girls I knew in the town, we had no idea what to expect. <br> <br> It was taking place at the field of the town’s high school and we knew there were to be fireworks. Jules and I both dropped one and three-quarter tabs of acid (6 PM). The 3 girls met up with us at around 6:30 and we hung out on some rocks. About an hour after ingestion (7 PM) we agreed we felt a very slight buzz but nothing significant. We walked over to the field and many more people were there, I’d estimate between 300 and 500 people. At this point Jules and I were just chilling, laughing to ourselves about whacked out people as they passed us, until the skydivers came. <br> <br> There were four skydivers who seemed to have appeared out of the sky with American flags and streamers attached to their legs. The first diver came down quickly, and we were almost certain he was going to get hurt. The three other divers landed in a much more pleasant manner, but during the entire event we were hysterically laughing. Once we collected ourselves we wondered if the acid was responsible for such giddiness and joy, or at least we hoped. Jules, I, and one of the girls, Liat went to her house to hangout for a second and smoke a Joint. As we walked Jules said he was definitely feeling something, but I could not determine whether I was or not. Once we began to smoke Jules said he would not partake, for he wanted to see how acid was on its own. <br> <br> As we walked back to the carnival both of our trips started to elevate, intensely. The sun had set, and it was 9 PM, and the first firework test shots were being launched as we reached the field. The entire grassy area was filled with adults, kids, teens, everyone from the town and then some; filled with well over 2,000 people. As Jules and I walked we lost Liat and the rest of the girls and walked side by side through the see of people hysterically laughing and grinning ear to hear. We could not handle the happiness around us. It was truly incredible. <br> <br> Finally, we walked deeper into the field and lay down on the grass to watch the fireworks. MAGICAL. We were blessed with 20 minutes of the greatest show of our lives. I was never a big firework buff, never really into them; but this was like nothing I had seen before. It was as if I was watching fireworks with 3d-goggles with color enhanced lenses. Various times throughout the show both Jules and I broke into laughter and Jules began to cry at one point. We were definitely at our peak. <br> <br> Following the fireworks, we met back up with the girls and went to the local convience store, which was packed with Livingston kids around our age. During the time we walked to the fireworks to now we were engaged in what seemed like deep philosophical conversation, most regarding to the culture of the society around us. We analyzed how people act and perceived things, as well as their conversation; defining invisible walls that so many people’s minds do not surpass. At the same time, everything we saw and felt was utter happiness, and good feeling. I felt so happy to see anyone and anything, and everything felt more comfortable. We continued our conversation on the way back to Liat’s. <br> <br> It was 11:20 PM when we arrived at her house. We went up to her room and Jules began to get very nervous. I told him he should call his dad to pick us up from where we were, but it was clear he was in no condition to hold a conversation with his father, let alone give him directions to somewhere he himself had never been before. I told Liat we had to go outside and chill, and that I felt Jules’ needed some air and space (we were cluttered and hot in her room). Once we got out he cooled down a bit, and suggested we walk back to the store and have his dad pick us up there. Jules said he was much more comfortable and Liat instructed us on how to back there. <br> <br> On the walk back to the store Jules began to get upset, and within 5 minutes I did as well. We were talking about our future and how we did not want to live in a world in which our occupation rules our lives. We did not want to kill ourselves, but rather find a new way on our own. We talked of learning how to utilize solar power, water power, and windmills to power our own houses and electricity; and live without jobs. This was one of many connecting moments we obtained during the night. Throughout the evening, we began to converse and totally connect on new levels; it was as if our minds were tuned to another frequency than everyone else. <br> <br> When his dad picked us up I almost burst out laughing in the car because of the music his dad was listening to and the awkwardness of the situation. It was strange how when we were around someone we had to seem normal in front of that we just were not sure how to act. None the less, we both pulled it off, and got passed our parents no questions asked. When I got home it was a little past midnight, and I had work the next day. I hung out a little bit, talked to some friends and decided to try and sleep. I could not. I texted (text messaged) Jules – neither could he. For the next hour I struggled to lose consciousness and by 3 AM succeeded. <br> <br> I woke up at 6:30 AM, exhausted. I went to the bus stop (I commute to work) only to be sent home from work at around 11 AM because I had forgotten my ID and could not get into any buildings, this was a blessing. I already doubted if I could succeed in today’s messenger services and was given the golden opportunity to go home. When I arrived home I watched a documentary and got some rest. Smoked a little weed, and Jules came over around 3 PM. The remainder of his night was slightly more interesting. He told me when he got home he was staring into the mirror and his face was morphing and like his eyes turned into his mother’s on his face. He also started to draw a little (did not come out too good, although he is an incredible artist) and attempted to write a story. He too passed out at around 3 AM. <br> <br> All in all, the 2-day experience was one I don’t think I will be forgetting anytime soon. And the second day was easily one of the best days of my life. The most common question I’ve been asked so far is how does acid compare to shrooms? I say, “It doesn’t.” The two experiences were extremely different and I don’t think they could be accurately compared. As far as the level of enjoyment, that is simply a matter of taste =).<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44419</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 16, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,753</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44419&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44419&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Hangover / Days After (46), Multi-Day Experience (13), First Times (2), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">16 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ce/">2C-E</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 6:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have heard good things about a 2C-E and LSD combo, and seeing as there is not that much information on it I decided that I would try it. I am very glad I did, these substances work together incredibly well together. <br> <br> I begin by dosing 2 hits followed by a gel cap full of 2C-E containing 16mgs. Within a half hour my pupils were beginning to dilate, and I was beginning to feel the drugs coming on. At this point I left the inside to venture around outside on a walk with friends. Over the next hour or so I walked around with my friends. I was seeing slight trails off of almost any movement, and it seemed like my body was the wrong size. Everything was beautiful. I could not help by look at all the vibrant colors around me. As I was sitting on the grass about two hours after dosing, the most significant part of my trip began. <br> <br> My experience is almost impossible to put into words. I was tripping at two hours in incredibly hard. Yet it was almost as if I was sober. I was not seeing that much in the way of visuals, but it was as if my brain was operating on almost an entirely new level. I was in this world, all the time, yet I it was as if my mind was operating on a whole new level. Time existed because I wanted it to. It was almost as if I was a God. I sat on the grass and at the same time I was everywhere, everything, everyone. I felt such a great sense of power it was amazing. This power however just was. I felt happy just sitting, still enjoying the beauty around me. <br> <br> I was able to maintain this state of mind for around another two hours. At this point (around four hours after dosing) I was beginning to become a little less high. I was able to begin to attempt to communicate on a regular level, and I was trying to communicate the experience I was having with the people around me. I left with a few other friends to a coffee shop. I got into a huge debate with a friend. At the time I made perfect sense. Yet I was talking in huge abstractions and things that I said now are very hard to make sense of. All I can describe the state I was in was one of higher functioning. I was able to use and understand any abstract concept or idea. I was still stuck in this state, just not as much as before. <br> <br> After leaving the coffee shop about a half hour later, I slowly began to return more and more to reality, and my normal state of mind. I ended the night smoking pot and was able to bring my self back into the state of mind just a little bit. This was about six hours after dosing. I was finally able to fall asleep around 4:30 AM after dosing at 2:00 PM. <br> <br> Overall this experience was a very hard one to describe. I saw almost no visuals the entire duration of the trip, which is strange because 2C-E and LSD are usually incredibly visual substances for me. I saw slight trails almost the entire trip. But none of the complexing patterning, melting, etc. that I usually see on these two drugs. Yet this is one of the most amazing psychedelic experiences I have ever had in my entire life. The state that my mind was in was an amazing one. I remember feeling like I was in a place mentally that should have taken me years of meditation and self reflection to reach. I definitely wish to try this combo with higher doses. Being completely lost in the state of mind I was would be an even more moving and introspective experience. I was still able to reach deep into my own psyche, and begin to de-construct and analyze the reality we all live in, I felt like I was truly functioning on another level.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 66656</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 30, 2007</td><td>Views: 11,478</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=66656&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=66656&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-E (137) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 3:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 cig.</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> December 31, 2003 new years eve - parents are gone for 8 days <br> <br> Well my cousin (I’ll just refer to him as Chad) was telling me about acid for a while and all the stuff that can happen. He told me that things will bend, strech, change colors, and change sizes. He also told me that when I trip I should always be with someone, never leave their side. I’m up to try any drug as long as I have a safe environment to do it in. Because I get really messed up when I smoke pot I was thinking that I should just try a little hit of acid to make sure I don’t freak out, this is 3 days prior to the night of 4 hits. I get some from a good friend across the street, I take the half a hit and I get mild bendings with the walls in my basement, that’s all. So I decided that I’m fine with it and that next time I do it I’ll go all the way. <br> <br> I’m at work a couple block down the street and Chad pulls up completely out of nowhere. I didn’t realize it was him because he lives about 1 hour away. He shows up at my work and tells me that he has acid in his car, and that he can stay the night and stuff. My work closed early for New Year’s Eve at 8 pm. So I punch out and as soon as we get in the car to ride back to my house and are pulling out of my work we each take 1 tab. He tells me that it won’t kick in for about an hour. So we go back to my house and drink as much orange juice as we possible can. <br> <br> 9:00 pm <br> <br> We popped another tab. Then I tell Chad about my friend across the street who gave me some before (I’ll refer to him as Carey). We decide to go to his house and buy some more, so he says he has this Willy Wonka acid, so I buy 5 hits. Then Carey and is little sister (12 years old) along with me and Chad go to my house and wait for it to kick in. We get the acid that I just bought out and cut it with scissors/tweezers combo. I give a hit to Carey. We talk for about a half an hour then I start to feel like I wanted to just listen to music and be calm. <br> <br> 10:00 pm <br> <br> So I go into my room and put on some techno. I proceed to turn it up very loud, I have no clue why I did this. Then I close my door and lay on the ground while I listen and feel the music flowing around the room. I felt like I fell asleep and then woke up feeling rejuvenated, I thought I had been there about 3-4 hours maybe. <br> <br> 10:05 <br> <br> I walk back into my kitchen and see that everyone is still there. I ask them why they are still here and how they have been talking all this time, I mention that I must have been in my room for about 4 hours. They tell me that I’m just trippin already and that I’ve only been gone 5 minutes. I looked at the clock and was amazed about how this could be possible. We then go up on top of my balcony and roll this fat joint which we all smoked. (keep in mind that I haven’t actually seen anything yet). Then the visuals kicked in for me and I was seeing all this crazy shit that I can’t really explain. I’ve seen my neighbors house get blown away in the wind, all the tress surrounding we reaching towards me trying to grab me. The shadows of the tree branches on my deck danced around playfully and I was in my own world all by myself. <br> <br> I remember rolling around the floor and saying 'woooooooo', 'weeeeeeeeeeee'. This is when we went inside, Carey and his sister we going to be going soon. We walked outside with them and I wanted to smoke a cigarette, so I pulled out a lighter and acted as if the cigarette was a bong. Then I saw my wall that had dirt on it but it looked like crawling ants all over the wall. Carey and his sister left. I then staggered over to my refrigerator and grabbed nacho cheese sauce, frozen soft pretzels and frozen waffles. I put all this huge bowl of nacho cheese into the microwave then when it was really hot I took it out. <br> <br> Then I put the frozen pretzel in, which I was watching through the microwave glass. This pretzel had some kid of power than was drawing me to it, and I couldn’t look away, this pretzel in about 30 seconds time slowly formed the outline of a face that kept popping out, and I was scared and I told Chad what I had seen, and I think he just laughed. We then turned on the tv to some stupid late night show, and neither of us cared so we just turned it on and left it. Then we started to eat the pretzels and they were good, then we for some reason opened the frozen waffles and started dipping them into the nacho cheese sauce and trying to eat them. Then I took one of the frozen waffles and threw it into the bowl of nacho cheese sauce splashing it all over us and on the counter top. <br> <br> 11:00 pm <br> <br> We then popped another tab. Then we went down into my basement where my computer is and looked for trippy pictures to look at. We stared at the 'vortex space' windows desktop wallpaper for a good 20 min. During this time I was explaining how I was flying through this space tunnel with all these flashing colors flying by me and I was going so fast. Chad was trying to picture it as well, then we were both zoooming down this space tunnel in a matter of minutes. Then we started reading stuff about random drugs and the such. During the whole trip I might add I’ve been in this what I called a 'fish bowl', which is kind of like being underwater. Things all around me were changing so fast I felt like I was underwater. Not really sure how to explain it. <br> <br> Then as we were reading paragraphs and stuff the letters started to become matrix style but horizontally moving instead of vertically moving like in the movie. Then im guessing since my mind was on the subject of the matrix I saw a white rabbit run across the computer screen. After this I went upstairs forgetting that I would be left alone and I heard my dog coming into the kitchen, and I haven’t been this scared in my whole life, I had this horrible feeling that my dog was coming to eat me and he came towards me and I slowly backed up into the corner, I thought I was done for, I was huddled up into a ball on the floor, and I said in a very scared voice 'nice doggy'. He eventually left and I ran back downstairs and told Chad that my dog was trying to eat me. <br> <br> Midnight <br> <br> We decide to go for a walk. We brung all the neccessary supplies: a blunt; and cigarettes, I took a cigarette and put it in my mouth and acted like I was smoking it even thought I didn’t light it yet, and us just standing there for what seemed about 10 minutes, then we figured the cigarettes weren't lit, so we lit them and started to walk around the block. it was fun and we walked back to my house. <br> <br> 12:30 pm <br> <br> We went upstairs to my deck and while we were walking up the stairs I broke the corner piece of wood off of the top step and I started freaking out about how I’m going to caught and that some how I was going to die because my parents have this strict rule that no one is allowed upstaris while they are gone, I’ve totally lost my mind I was walking around in a rush talking to myself as fast as my mouth would speak and trying to find a solution to this problem of the broken step. Chad told me that acid takes emotions and make them more intense so just chill out and it will be ok, it’s only a little piece missing from the step. I hid the piece under my carpet in the basement. <br> <br> We then went onto the deck to smoke some cigarettes, we were just smoking and talking and then all of a sudden Chad says something along the lines of hey did you see that ape? I said what ape? He said look here he comes again right over there and he pointed to my neighbors house. I looked and when I did I saw a black ape run from the side of my neighbor’s house to this little shack in the other yard. I said ya I seen him. Then I was staring at the ground from the deck and letters in order of the alphabet started forming out of the ground. Then I told Chad what I had seen and he was talking about how he wanted to see all the stuff I had been talking about, so we took another tab. I had lost total control over the tabs that I had been eating. It’s like I had no choice because no matter what I did, I would just think in my head like a recollection of a memory that I had taken another one. I was realizing everything I did about 5 minutes after it already happened and it came to me as a memory. It was very wierd, but a good wierd. <br> <br> 2:00 am <br> <br> We started to watch tv and I kept seeing out of the corner of my eyes the blinds on the windows being dragged down by some unknown force. I didn’t say anything. We watched some sci-fi show that was on and I kept seeing faces being formed inside the characters faces kind of like the pretzel in the microwave, then on the commercials we saw a taco bell commercial. I saw the taco talk to the man holding it in gibberish. And I turned to my right and saw the plant in the corner of the room start to move, it didn’t grow legs, it looked like it just started hovering. <br> <br> 4:00 am <br> <br> About at this time we went back down into the basement and sat and talked for a about 3 hours, and I seen Chad’s face melt off, a floating chair, and the couch I was on turned into a fish tank looking thing where I was sitting on top of all these fish, huge schools of them and I just sat there and looked at them. <br> <br> 7:00 am <br> <br> This is about when I remembered I had to be at work at 9 am. I was trying to figure out how much time this leaves me to sleep. We got an alarm clock from my room upstairs and put it down in the basement and set it for 8:30. But we couldn’t sleep. I eventually fell asleep at 8 o clock and got a half an hour of sleep before the alarm woke me up. When I woke up my brain felt like it had been bruised, like it was just worn out and wasn’t going to work anymore. I got a ride to work from Chad who drove home after and worked from 9 til 4. I talked to Carey a couple days after, and he said that he went home and watched south park in 3D that night. <br> <br> In conclusion, it was one crazy/fun ride and I would definitely do it again. Acid changed me as a person, the way I look at things and how I interpret them. I’m changed for the better. I haven’t felt the same as before I took the acid.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2002</td><td width="90">ExpID: 36596</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 3, 2007</td><td>Views: 4,998</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=36596&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=36596&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.0 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My friend M and I were at a music festival for one week during the summer of 2003, around the end of June. We took with us a quarter of boom booms (shrooms), a couple extaordinarily strong tabs (THE strongest acid me of any of my friends had ever had), a half of smoke, and a couple cases of good beer. It was a crazy festival in a campground that was made for a little trippy hippy community. It had a great lake and beach, and tons of crazy woods and paths for camping. I have no idea how many people attended this fest, probably about at least 6,000. <br> <br> Anyways, I had been smoking weed 24/7 this summer, and eating a lot of shrooms, about once or twice a week, and dropped a few times too. I was in a very surrealistic/partying mindstate as this is how I tend to live my life, still to this day. My total drug experiences have been lsd 40-60 times, mush 30-40 times, mescaline 2 times, dxm ~4 times, crystal meth ~8 times, cocaine 30-40 times, heroin 10-20 times, ecstasy 5-10 times, all kinds of upper/downer/tranq/whatever pharm pills, and of course I lived my life in a haze of MJ, with some good hash/keef/brownies here and there too. <br> <br> Back to the festival. M and I had been taking shrooms without a care that summer, along with some of our other friends and it had become no big deal. It became a spur of the moment thing, and we liked that. We would get drunk and stoned and munch mad caps like they were nothing. We loved just unknowingly hurling ourselves into a whirlwind of trippy states. Well, the second night we were there, we got hammered and smoked a few blunts while partying at our campsite with some other nearby campsites. So naturally we jumped all over the bag of scibady-dibadies and kept on partying after we ate them. <br> <br> As always when I'm drunk, it takes a while longer to feel the trip kicking in. For me it kind of mixes in with the alcohol and provides a light-hearted care free base for the trip. It's almost like a different kind of trip. Well, at about t+1h we were all fucked up. I was on my decidely last beer, and we were about to gear up and take a walk around all the campsite areas and trip out and interact with nature and people camping. I was getting so messed up that I was talking out my ass like I do when I'm drunk and coked up. I was laughing so hard at everything and the people around M and I were just awed at how screwed up we liked to get. <br> <br> At approximately t+1.5h, we were still fucking around and hadn't left yet. Yes it took us a half an hour to get our shit together, which consisted of a bowl, some weed, water, and some hoodies cause it was gettin a little chilly out. The stars were so visible from this area, they sparkled so bright and scoobed all around and faded in and out. We got not even ten feet from our site to go on our journey when M had an even better idea. We hopped in the tent and he quickly sliced off some tablature. If I had to estimate how much fry we each ate, I would say ~200 ug each. Around the strength of two nice doses each even though the pieces of tab we ate were slightly less than the size of one tab, this shit was so good. It was supposedly L-25 the almighty government altered lsd, who knows though, all I know is that one tab of that stuff feels like a strong ass five strip. <br> <br> So then we embarked on our walk trippin balls on shrooms already. We proceeded to smoke a few bowls, and about a half an hour into the walk, I began to feel different in my trip. The cid was kickin in strong, and M agreed that this was going to get crazy. This was the first time we have ever tried mixing LSD and mushrooms, as we had wanted to a couple of months ago, but decided against cause we each ate two tabs of this same crazy acid and once we peaked decided against it cause it would have been too much. <br> <br> These two trips began to meld together and it was insane. Everything seemed to be outlined in a halo and seemed to look like jello-ish. People seemed to gravitate towards us as we walked by their camp sites, and we had a hard time reading their intentions. Conversations with others were kept short and we kept on moving because people seemed like they were out to bust us or hurt us. Of course that was a ridiculous idea, as they were probably just drunk and or stoned fucking around as people walked by. At one point some punker girl ran out and swung an axe at me, now I swear it was less than an inch from my head, but my depth perception was non existent. M and I both ran off into the night blood curdling screams trailing behind us. M informed the girl that she was in need of crazy pills as we bolted. <br> <br> So then the best part of the trip took us by surprise. We smoke a bowl while walking up this totally dark winding path trough the woods and it came out to this plateau where all the people with campers instead of tents were staying. There was not a single person out, mind you it was about 2 in the morning now, but it seemed so alive. The way that this combination made colors and shapes, and the crazy jello movement, it seemed teeming with activity. I would hear and feel buzzing sounds and see sparks of light trailing out of thin air. The patterns in the pathway were way more intricate and mobile than on just shrooms or cid. There were all these cheesy different colored hanging bulbs of lights which morphed color and shape and swayed and buzzed out loud. <br> <br> Then, the moment happened. M and I were both stopped in our tracks when we caught sight of the full moon gleaming through this huge dead tree. A dead tree in the middle of summer didn't even strike us as strange. But the way the moon shone through the tree and the way the branches twisted and grew was nuts. The branches would create growing and flashing light patterns with the moon beams. Pure insanity. We were physically and mentally paralyzed with awe. We must have stood there and watched this light show for what seemed like hours, but really for about 45 minutes. That was ~t+5h for the shrooms and ~t+3.5h for the cid. After this we proceeded back to camp. <br> <br> We made it back to camp around 4 in the morning and there was few people left awake around us. We smoke ourselves stupid with a nearby camper that wandered over to our site. We just sat and talked around our campsite listenening to some good mellow trippy trance cds and smoking much ganja and finally went to bed around 7 am. <br> <br> What a great night. Mixed LSD and mushrooms for the first time, and it was at a great place to do it. It was very intense in the body, mind, and visual realms. However, it was very light hearted in the spiritual realm of how it affects my soul. Possibly because I was drunk and stoned first, but that had to of worn off by the time the wicked peak was hit. I'll never really know I guess, cause I will not repeat this, not cause it was scary, just because I am done with tripping, maybe acid a few more times, but not anytime soon and in small doses.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 34421</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 3, 2007</td><td>Views: 10,311</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=34421&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=34421&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Mushrooms (39), LSD (2), Alcohol (61) : Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The following account was my second trip on acid. Since then I have tripped 2 more times, with results very different from this. <br> <br> A friend had put hits of LSD on smarties, and I started out at around 7 by eating 6 of them. An hour later, I was starting to feel the effects, and it was quite different from the first time I had tried it. I then decided that I should smoke some marijuana, so I took around 3 rips from a bong. Those hit me very hard, and the visuals began immediately. I was at the Willamette River in Eugene, and I was seeing the coolest shapes under the water. It was if I could see the bottom of the river no matter how deep it was. Added to this were the dragons and serpants that I could see in the rock formations. These visuals were much more clear than anything I have gotten from mushrooms. I was transfixed by this sight until my friends told me it was time to go back. On the walk back, my mind was taking me in and out of reality. I then took 4 and a half more hits (half because that was the end of the vial). Within the next hour or so, my mind started to go crazy. I had some more very intense visuals looking at some CD covers. That is basically all I did durring the intense visuals. About 3 hours after my visuals started, I was able to distinguish (or thought I could distinguish)what was real and what the acid was causing me to see. That was when I started listening to music. <br> <br> The kind of music I listen to during a trip is very important. With the wrong kind of music, I can cause a good trip to go bad. I am a fan of Radiohead, so I started listening to their music, but it was too intense for me to handle. However, one of my friends was at the computer comtrolling the music, so I was unable to switch the music. I wanted to ask him to change the music, but I could not operate my body correctly. I could not speak audibly to get him to change the band. For the next 30 minutes or so, the music ruled my life. It controlled my thoughts, so I felt depressed the entire time. Almost unbearably depressed. <br> <br> Then 'Friend of the Devil' by the Greatful Dead was played, and my trip immediately turned great. I thought happy thoughts (because the music is so upbeat) and I started to dance involuntarily. I swayed with the music without a care in the world. The visual mode of iTunes also played a key role during my trip. My mind was so active, that even a simple color fading on and off of the screen seemed to convey the deepest desires of my soul. I srongly recommend the visual option on iTunes to anybody on any psychodelic. <br> <br> I tried going to sleep at around 3 o'clock AM, but I was still tripping to hard. Whenever I closed my eyes, colors and shapes flew past in front of me, making sleep impossible. This was when the trip started heading in a bad direction. My thoughts were fixated on negative aspects of myself, and that was all I could think about. I was by myself, and there was nothing I could do to change my thought process. I tried watching TV, but had to turn it off as soon as I turned it on because I couldn't handle all of the moving pictures anymore. Music also seemed a bit too intensae, so I layed down on my bed quietly for about 30 minutes, at which point I took a longboard outside (at around 5 AM) and somehow got to the top of a very gradual slope that led straight back to my room (I have no recolllection of how I got there). I stood on the longboard and cpmpletely zoned out, and about 30 minutes later, I was back in my room (I don't remember much of the ride either). After that, I was able to go to sleep, but some effects, such as an overactive mind and inability to concentrate, stayed with me for a couple of days. <br> <br> This account may sound too intense for some. Not all trips cause me to think negatively for extended periods of time. In fact, recently I took 5 hits of slightly less diluted LSD, and had the greatest day of my life. LSD can be a bit overwhelming for me, but most of the time it is quite enjoyable. <br> <br> In a side note, when taking LSD, I find it to be a good idea to make sure I am around people i know and trust, or i get very self-concious about my state of mind.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 40651</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 6, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,719</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=40651&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=40651&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Nature / Outdoors (23), Music Discussion (22), Depression (15), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 shots</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Hard</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5.0 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I obtained 5 gel tabs and 5 blotter tabs of LSD. Because LSD can be a little rough around the edges for me sometimes, I also obtained around 12 grams of marijuana and a bottle of 70 proof rum to soften those edges. I went to my house to be alone for the night. First I drank a shot of alcohol and smoked a couple grams to ease into the experience and then I took one of each type of LSD. I drank a second shot of alcohol with the LSD in my mouth. <br> <br> Now it is T+ 1 hour and the cid is kickin in pretty hard, I can still write, but I feel very different suddenly. I felt effects at 15 minutes, but at an hour it is a definite tryptamine buzz. I need to kick back for a few and experience this. I will check back in later. It should be noted that I take an anti-psychotic called risperadol which I didn't take today so that I could experience a psychotomimetic. <br> <br> T+1:15 I can barely think to write at this point, my thoughts are becoming vapor. I have music with visualization playing. Nice familiar stuff. Now a somewhat unfamiliar Allen Ginsburg reading. Allen Ginsburg talks like a hypnotist. I guess my thoughts are pretty random and scattered. Allen Ginsburg sounds like Timothy Leary. It seems like he is using similar speech patterns. There may be common words that they used in their readings. <br> <br> But there are more similarities than that. I am smoking to calm myself at t+1:25. I was just looking in the mirror and thinking how nice it is to have mydriasys as ooposed to the opposite having recently withdrawn from opiates/opiods which cause the pupils to be constricted. The risperadol is for temporary drug psychosis from withdrawal. Death or Love, that has been the subject of my fantasy of white and black magic. I get lost in dualities alot. <br> <br> T+1:45 it is starting to be hard to tell time or remember what I was thinking a moment ago. As I listen to some music I don', recognize, I wonder what I want imprinted on my consciousness, I guess life. That is the answer to the dark versus light dualities debate. Just life. When I relax, things are melting and moving. Internal monologue: You don't know do you? But you think you do. Intense trance music is playing as that thought comes to me. Almost like it starts fuzzy and gets clearer. When I concentrate, clarity and when I relax, enjoyment. <br> <br> T+2:00 I've just been laying on the floor enjoying the music. Some Grateful Dead song I've never heard before or don't remember having heard. I find I am questioning myself more and more as time goes by. I feel like I am losing my mind as I gain lucidity. I am listening to a song called 'Hall of Mirrors'. How wonderful. I could feed my introspection all night, but I guess I should list some physical effects. <br> <br> My brain feels like it's on fire, which is weird because I thought the brain didn't have tactile sensation. So I guess I think I can feel cerebrospinal fluid exchange. My back kinda feels like its on fire as well. Electricity more than fire I suppose. My senses are becoming heightened: the transition from fuzzy to clear. I have a little bit of a headache that's hanging on from before I dropped. Psychosomatic maybe, something to think about on LSD. I do get shaky as my senses are heightened. I must be in tune in order to not have involuntary reactions, is that right? I don't know, but I thought it. Seems opposed to Leary's normal talk. I felt brief anger that I must have an Ego. <br> <br> T++ My sense of time is warping such that I cannot focus on the clock and think of when I ingested psychoactive chemicals. I would think that because I can say that I should be able now time is distorting in other ways. Music seems sped up and slowed down, just out of time. <br> <br> Oh. I think this is about the three hour mark. Physically I feel fine, just a little more excited than I should be at this time of night. LSD is like wakening senses from a slumber in the way that it elucidates things. Don't know if I said that right, just trying to use the word lucid again. <br> <br> t+4:00 I feel like I am unraveling great yarn balls of emotion. The 'Quantum Leap' effect: An emotion traveling through time. This even refers to the specific time travel theory in the show. Science fiction is the best fiction. Seems to be an ambiguos statement. Time to have another drink. I am trying to figure out if I can get a reasonable structural diagram of Gama Amino Butyric Acid from its name. <br> <br> T+5:00 I can now say I am researching organic chemistry using reference material online. I was able to come up with what I believe is a structural representation of GABA from the GHB Archive 3-d moleculular model. I feel like I understand the symbols in organic chemistry better suddenly. It used to be more like a foreign language. Maybe it will be again. Its not a large difference between GABA and GHB, but I didn't understand that difference before.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 59368</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 6, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,868</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=59368&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=59368&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), General (1), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">210 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I would like to share my personal experience on LSD on the day it changed my life. To start I am relatively not new to psychedelics. I have experimented with many substances such as mushrooms, pcp, salvia, and even ayahuasca tea. Even though my first lsd experience was new years eve of 1999 to 2000, I was not as moved by lsd as today. Here is my best way to share my experience: <br> <br> The new spring season had just begun and life was in the air. I knew that I could find the almost myth like substance that some whisper as 'acid'. Note: this is the first time I have come across acid since the january months of 2000. I knew that in my correct state of mind an LSD trip would be very spiritual. I decided to take 4 Hits of LSD with my wife (who did not take any LSD because she was pregnant at the time). On the drive home I could see the sun setting and the colors of the purple clouds resonating from the strong spring sun. My body started to feel hot and I felt as if I were 'sped up'. I had done plenty of my own research to know these were the signs of a good trip. I had no thoughts of feelings of anxiety. I felt ready to accept life for what it had for me. My mind started to think what seemed like ten thousand thoughts at once. One sight at an object or even a single word could spin my mind into a bundle of sights and thoughts that opened my mind. Here next to me was my beautiful wife pregnant with my son. I could feel her energy, and even my unborn son (he was 7.5 months along). Nothing else in my life began to matter except them. My mind stayed on the thoughts of my wife and unborn son for hours. I felt so bonded by this experience like nothing else I have ever felt. <br> <br> Though most of the time I didn't receive strong visual hallucinations as I have with other lsd uses, but instead I felt touched by the minds of others speaking to me. I felt as if I could think telepathically with others. After of course I started to come down around 4:30 am my body was very sore. My jaw was tight and clenching as if I were on a rollercoaster. The entire time of coming down felt like wanting to sleep but my mind kept speaking to me so I could not find sleep for hours. But unlike my other uses of LSD, prior to I hated the sleeplessness, but this time I appreciated it to lay in bed screaming for sleep thinking about the amazing connection I had made with my family and even humanity itself. LSD has changed my life for the better. <br> <br> That being said, my suggestion to anyone that might find the myth word 'acid' if someone chooses to partake in something that can change your life in the split of a second then best wishes. But go into your experience well equippped with knowledge. Knowledge is power and give yourself the correct mind frame of peace. Don't be afraid to be happy. Have a nice trip.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 52011</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 20,017</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=52011&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=52011&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Families (41), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:35</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 capsl</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance">Sassafras</td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Me and my buddies smoke a ton of pot, tons. We love getting high but like all stupid kids, we're constantly looking for new things to do. Ever since I smoked some crazy pot and passed out in the popcorn line at a movie theater and had a crazy ass animated dream I’d wanted to trip really bad. I'd never tripped before and wanted to so my friend Ed said he'd hook me up with some boomers. This kid's been to a buncha phish shows, he was on acid for like 3 days or something rediculous. Anyways, I trusted his 'professional' opinion and was down for whatever. <br> <br> We came home from a night of smokin pot. We were chillin at Ed's house playin video games and ate the eighth of boomers at around 11:30, I have no idea what time it was exactly. We waited for like half an hour and nothing happened. We were pissed. It was about a week before new years and my friend had gotten us some acid to do that night. As we sat and watched TV I looked at him and I was like, 'This is retarded, I wanna trip sack dude.' He agreed but we didn't bring up the acid yet. 5 more minutes went by and I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at him asked him if he wanted to do the acid. Not 30 seconds later we were in his room looking at little tabs of paper. He told me to put it on my tounge an move it around, so I did. He assured me now that I would definitely start tripping. <br> <br> We waited a little while longer and now that I look back on it, I’m pretty sure the acid kicked in and we just didn't really notice because we were so focused on trippin that it kinda snuck right by us. So now we were on shrooms and acid which to a lot of people who don't like drugs would be stupid enough. That's when I noticed the pills. Ed noticed me staring at them. He told me what they were, sassafras. I grew curious, and immediately decided I needed to do sass too. My friend loves to drugs and he was psyched when I said I wanted to do it too. So we each took a pill. <br> <br> We sat in his room and smoked a bowl then went and got some food. I grabbed a buncha clementines and a loaf of bread, I don’t know why, maybe I was gunna make a sandwich. We decided it would be best to trip in his room so we headed downstairs with the food. It had been about 20 minutes since we took the sass and I noticed I became extremely interested and curious about everything I saw. I stuck my head everywhere it would fit, I rubbed the walls and my hands felt kinda funny, I was psyched. When we had opened the door to the basement stairs we weren't even sure the drugs were working, by the time we got to the bottom the drugs kicked in full force. <br> <br> It was pitch black in the hall leading to his room. We had already started laughing uncontrollably. Ed kept touching the back of my head, so I squatted down in the dark to scare him. The next thing I know I’m lying on the floor laughing eating a clementine, which by the way was easily the best one I’ve ever had in my entire life, and wondering why a loaf of bread was on the floor of the hall. Ed was somewhere in the hall on the floor laughing histerically along with me. I didn't think I was hallucinating yet but I wasn't sure. I have no idea how long we sat there, it could have been 5 minutes or 2 hours. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt, but I didn't care, it felt great. I began to realize I had no idea why I was laughing, which I found hillarious and just spurred my self onward. Then I started to listen to myself laugh, which was also hillarious, I had never laughed this hard in my life. <br> <br> Finally we made it into his room, flicked on the lights and closed the door. This is when I realized I had been trippin in the hall. When the light went on all of a sudden all the colors and shapes and things I had been seeing disappeared and it wasn't until then I realized I had been seeing them. I stepped back into the real world, which I was unaware I had left. So tip number one is chill out in a dark place for a while, but not a creepy dark place like the woods, that would be scary. <br> <br> Me and Ed had managed to calm down a little, we had controlled our laughter enough so we could figure out what we wanted to do. We pulled out one of those things that is like thousands of clear plastic strands tied together at one end that sit in this thing and they spread out so it looks like a planet and the end of each strand was a tiny little dot of color and each tiny little dot would change color and the whole thing spun. At first we almost couldn't handle looking at it. Then we were sticking our faces down into it cuz it looked so cool. Oh and also we had started laughing uncontrollably again. I was curled in the fetal position because my stomach hurt so hard from laughing. <br> <br> I held my hands up to point at something. My hands were the coolest things I had ever seen. As I stared at them and wiggled them I realized that my fingers were moving slower then I was wiggling them. They just couldn't keep up with what I was trying to get them to do. This of course was hillarious. Delighted by my new discovery I held my hands out while I stared at the color changing thing. I stared at the color changing thing and wanted to touch it, I was going to move my hands to stand up but as I moved them it was like they were glued to where they were. As I moved them around they stretched like silly putty. I was fascinated by this so I stayed seated. Then the colors from the color change thing began to fill my hands. My hands started changing color and losing their shape. I couldn't distinguish my fingers and informed Ed excitedly that I could feel the colors, my hands were becoming the colors. I felt like I was melting into them. <br> <br> All of a sudden I had to know what was under his bed, I stopped melting and began checking out the floor under his bed. Me an Ed decided to smoke a bowl, so he packed it up while I lay on the floor laughing and poking my head around and being absolutely fascinated by everything. All of a sudden I didn't want to be lying down anymore, I stood up and stared at the color change thing. I felt an honest love for it, the way people love their pets. I slowly petted it and the whole thing turned into a planet. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We decided to name it Plee-plee. I would take plee-plee out of his stand thing and just hold him, play with the strands and laugh histerically. Without realizing it an hour had passed by and we hadn't even hit the bowl, I’m surprised we remembered it at all. <br> <br> I'm not sure what part of the night I met Johnny English and the constable, but they are one of my fondest memories of the whole night. I remember saying once that I felt like I was going completely insane by myself except that I had 4 friends in my head going crazy with me. Well, two of those friends were Johnny and the constable. While the whole time I knew they were not real, I had conversations with them, not aloud, I knew what their personalities were like. Occasionally I would talk to Johnny English and reply to myself in an English accent and it was the same as if someone was really there talking to me. I don’t know where Johnny and the constable came from, at all. Meanwhile, this entire time I was laughing harder then I’d ever laughed, hour after hour, constantly. <br> <br> None of these events are in order and quite possibly happened at the same time as each other. These are the more memorable parts of the night. Little details suck as everything I looked at was the wrong color and changing color just don’t seem important because things changed colors for about 9 hours. The whole night my hands felt really weird, really really really weird, but I can't remember what it was like. Just not normal. Also, I spent about 7 or 8 hours lying on the floor and he lay on the bed with no music, no tv, nothing. All we had was the color change thing. I remember one time we went outside to smoke a cigarette and when we came in I just stood in the doorway of the garage like I was waiting for something. Slowly my mind began to show me what I was waiting for and then put it into words for me. ‘Welcome to the jungle’ I said to Ed, everything I looked at began to change into a jungle scene, I almost fell over and then it stopped. There were probably a hundred of quick things like that that seem really insignificant afterwards. <br> <br> I didn't really calm down until around 2 in the afternoon the next day. We were up all night, we saw the sun come up, we didn't stop laughing, as the high became slightly less intense the hours whipped by and we spent them laughing. I have never felt as content or comfortable with my surroundings as I did that night. I've never laughed that hard. I've never seen things like the things I saw. I've never talked to people I made up in my head. But I highly recommend taking acid, shrooms and sass in one night. It's one of the most fun times I’ve ever had.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 29830</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 10, 2007</td><td>Views: 8,451</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=29830&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=29830&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Combinations (3), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 seeds</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/hbw/">H.B. Woodrose</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(seeds)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">600 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/gabapentin/">Pharms - Gabapentin</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">190 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> So this last weekend I had the house to myself and I decided to have some friends over for the weekend. My parents were paying me to watch over my dog while they were out of town, so I figured hey why not have a little fun. At school the previous week I had purchased two hits of some so-so blotter called dragons, although I never saw any sort of dragon on the paper so I'm sort of just thinking they made up the name. I had had an experience with one hit of this stuff prior and had a very mild not so mind blowing trip. I figured two hits would give me a better time. I popped the hits at around six while sitting with my friend Gregg. Whenever I dose I always have doubts about the acid’s potency or even overall actuality of it being real. But I try to let these thoughts go as not to somehow diminish my trip. After about a half hour I decided to eat five Hawaiian baby woodrose seeds. I was curious as to how the ergot compounds played off each other. I sat back and let the drugs take hold. <br> <br> At about an hour I was noticing the acid a little, it was a very slow come on and by this time I was starting to feel some nausea from the seeds. My friend Jason called around this time and told me he was coming over to buy some adderall. I told him just head over anytime. While waiting for him I started to get very energized and nervous. I just wanted to get the deal over so I could enjoy my trip. I started pacing around my house. Running into everything feeling somewhat intoxicated. My friend Gregg was just sitting there and we were trying to discuss things but my mind was drifting and I knew I wouldn’t be able to make any sense. I sat down on the floor and my dog came over and I looked in her eyes and I swear to god I could communicate with her. I felt she knew something was different about me and she obeyed my commands in an uncanny fashion. <br> <br> After that Jason came over, he wanted twenty addies. I had the hardest time counting them out and had to let Gregg do it for me. After all was figured out I got really ancy because I didn’t know what to do with myself and the hallucinogens were really starting to effect my perception. There were faces bubbled outward and morphed I could see fractally patterns seeming to tie their faces together. I started pacing frantically. I couldn’t make eye contact with either of them and I just started babbling about everything that was on my mind. I couldn’t stop moving. My friend Gregg urged me to just sit down but I couldn’t. My friend Jason said he had some downers if I wanted any, but I had never heard of them. He called them neurontins and said hey had done some research on them and that they were legit. Trusting him I took two 300mg caps and just waited. <br> <br> I felt a little calmer and I decided I wanted to smoke a bowl. We all went out on my porch it was really cold out and I was shivering. I took several hits holding them in for a very long time it seemed, and when I exhaled I felt like my lungs were collapsing. The snow and the shadows of the night were warping and dancing. I felt really alone. That no one knew what I was seeing and thinking. We finished it and Jason took off. I kept thinking I freaked the shit out of him. At this time I had chilled out enough to watch a movie. Or at least try. Bad idea. We started watching Half Baked, but I couldn’t follow it. I felt like I couldn’t even look directly at the screen because it was too bright and the screen was bulging out and swirling. <br> <br> I looked away, constantly staring at the ceiling and the walls. They were breathing heavily. My field of vision started to tunnel and my peripheral vision started patterning but if I tried to look at it would disappear. Then things started to get really strange. this sounds totally bizarre and I still cant fully explain it. From the fractally patterns which resembled groups of linking numbers started 'reaching' into my mind. Vivid pictures started to penetrate my third eye. I started seeing images of middle aged women, very average looking, overweight in some cases. They were moving but standing in front of some kind of white wall. It looked as if they were being videotaped or photographed by someone who I couldn’t see. I couldn’t figure out what they were doing there. <br> <br> I started to think they were actually in my house. The images were not scary but the breach from reality and the emergence of the unconcious psyche startled me, where did these people come from? Why was I seeing them? The faces were not familiar at all and it started freaking me out. No one knew what I was seeing and I couldn’t describe it accurately. My friend Dan came over and I tried to tell him what was happening but he seemed not to know what to do. I felt completely psychotic. I couldn’t erase or evade the images. They were permeating every corner of my conciousness. I started to become terrified. I curled up into a ball on the couch and just tried to relax. They still remained in my mind and I felt like I was floating. Then I felt like I weighed a ton and my head felt extremely heavy. I just wanted to go to sleep. <br> <br> Later on my friend Sean came and pretty much as soon as he walked in I was fine. I was still seeing visuals but the 'lysergic ladies' were starting to fade from my visual/mental field. I started babbling to him on and on about what happened. he seemed genuinely interested where as the others did not. we went in my hot tub and I mellowed out and drank some beers. the surface of the bubbling water was extremely psychadelic. We talked and smoked a few bowls of some really good organic pot and I felt so relaxed and open. I felt as if I had penetrated something and then came back to a reasonable level. It’s just odd that when he got there I felt so much better. <br> <br> The rest of the night was awesome. It was mostly a body trip but I was seeing some visuals at times. I've squeeged my self for a while and I don’t think I’ll be taking seeds for quite some time. Also after researching gabapentin which is what neurontin is I don’t know if I really want to take anti seizure meds. I don’t have seizures. I’ll do acid again. I mean I've done it alot and I love it, but the seeds can turn on you I think. That and they make me nauseaus.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 31022</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 13, 2007</td><td>Views: 9,924</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=31022&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=31022&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">H.B. Woodrose (26), LSD (2), Pharms - Gabapentin (183) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 drops</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms - P. cubensis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">139 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> For the past 5 years, LSD in San Diego has been non-existent. From what I know, ever since the rainbow brothers got busted in SF, trafficking LSD down here has been scarce. Lucky for me, old friends I have in El Centro spontaneously pick up vials of mediocre acid from unknown resources. I don’t give a fuck, I just want what I have longed for, since my last experience in Feb. of 99'. As soon as I got off the phone with my old buddy, I gathered a few of my close friends down here and we drove up there. It was a non stop party as soon as I got there until I left, I guess that’s the way they live, and are able to live considering they own their own skateboarding businesses, or are professionals. So, buddy M, after smoking a few bong loads, calls 'T' into the room, and 'T' is holding 3 vials in his hand, and a blotter sheet in the other. I screamed with excitement and handed the man 110$ for one of the vials. I contemplated on whether I should do it then, or save my long reunion for when I'm home. That idea lasted about 5 minutes when I dropped 3 hits onto my tongue and exhaled. <br> <br> One of the friends I brought with me from SD was a mushroom dealer for the current season and he had about 2 O's on him, so I asked to buy a couple grams to go with it, he gave me a little less then an 8th, and said I was crazy, but I usually eat around 8-10 grams of the cubensis, so I didn’t have any kind of paranoia as to what my trip was gonna be like. I am pretty accustomed to hallucinogens, and can handle overwhelming mind experiences. About 30 minutes later, I started to feel the threshold effects of the mushrooms, my chest felt a little tight, but it was all familiar shit. About 15 minutes after that, booomm, the acid hit me with an overwhelming wave of unconciousness, almost like I was going to pass out, but only lasted a few seconds, that’s when shit got cool. I started laughing and couldn’t stop grinning because I knew what I was in for. <br> <br> The same ripple of unconciousness overpowered me again, and at that moment, I knew I was gonna fry balls. A couple minutes passed, and I was feeling the coming up stage. I am very excited, and in good spirits with myself. Everything in my perivial view began to take motion, and this is when I thought it would be a blast to paint with M's fluorescent/neon acrylic paints. I am an artist myself, in fact that’s all I really do is paint, so I thought that if I had a great time painting on mushrooms, acid and mushrooms should be that much better. As I floated towards his Easel, trails that resembled the sun-rays on the Japanese war flag appeared. The pigment in these trails changed frequently, and almost covered my whole field of view. <br> <br> I had to sit down for a minute. Now since LSD is very good at making my mind race, I had totally forgotten when I had planned to do before the interruption, which caused me to sit there for about 10 minutes thinking about why people take walks, and other random shit like that. M's room appeared to be underwater, since everything was waving back and forth slowly like we were under water, the walls grew higher, then smaller, then would appear as a large bubble, having the center of the wall, pulled closer to my eye, and the edges of the walls looked as if they were almost round, and far away. My friend asked me to paint him something, so then just hearing the word paint something, gave me the greatest sense of joy and belonging, because art is the only thing that comes naturally to me, and it is the only outlet I have besides mr. hallucinogen. <br> <br> I smiled as I grabbed the fan brush, and the metallic blue tube of paint. I started off by stroking the paint back and forth with the fan brush, to get the brush completely covered with the paint. the paint was so illuminating I could hardly look at it, I stood there for a while, it felt like a few hours, but it was just a minute or two, then M says, hurry up man, and I just couldn’t get my mind off random shit, to I put the brush on the canvas, and began to paint checkered patterns using another florescent green color. To my surprise, every stroke I made on the canvas caused a tingling sensation to ripple throughout my body, and it felt so good. Each time I would have to pause for laughter. <br> <br> Past experiences reminded me that its a lot easier to paint on hallucinogens because when I imagine something, I see it on the canvas, such as faces, patterns, etc. So I concentrated on the canvas, and clowns began to appear. I put the paint down, and grabbed a pencil, this is when your creative mind is most effective, I began to trace out my hallucinations on the canvas, and everyone couldn’t believe I could draw so good, but it was pure tracing, when I visualized something on the canvas, it would stay just long enough for me to get a rough sketch of it. I couldn’t really notice the mushroom effects, besides the distinctive pulsations of random objects, and the focus factor with my pupils. to make a long story short, I proceeded to sketch everything I saw on the canvas, until my concentrated composition was complete, it was the most insane surrealist painting I have ever created, and won me 250$ in the 'So Cal. Regional Award Show' it is titled, 'my boot-snake-elephant'. <br> <br> That LSD experience was a marvelous reunion with myself on acid 4 or 5 years ago, it brought back a lot of familiar emotions and visuals, and was a theraputic critical journey through the deepest crevasses and pits of my subconscious creativity, this encounter with what I am really improved my ideas and creativity afterwards, in all of my artwork. LSD gave me a stronger connection to myself then I could possibly have, now my imagination is so broad, its hard to decide on what to paint first, because of all the ideas I subconsciously create and see. My visualization of my imagination is so efficient now, that I can draw or paint something, EXACTLY how I originally imagined it, in my mind, which contradicts, every bullshit theory society has on what LSD does to you.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 31182</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 13, 2007</td><td>Views: 12,116</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=31182&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=31182&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Mushrooms - P. cubensis (66) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/tobacco/">Tobacco - Cigarettes</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">120 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Went to the guy's house who I normally buy acid from. Told him to give me two tabs, one for me and a friend (Kenny). I knew my Kenny would be in the local hangout spot in the woods and when I got there I saw him sitting on the steps to some poorly built clubhouse/5X5wooden box-in-a-tree. I said 'Yo! I got some fucking acid!' We giggled like two school girls in excitement, really hyped because we had been best friends for a long time and always wanted to do 'hard-core LSD' with each other, but something always came up. So we popped the paper tabs at around 3-4 and sat on the steps, they were steps to a deck we ripped off from a construction site, bullshitting over some cigarettes. <br> <br> Maybe 15-20 minutes later we see a fly land on a log and started staring at it. After we realized we were both staring at it for about 5 minutes, we just looked at each other and went 'heh,' then we started laughing some more. Anyway, we just laughed because we both knew that we were burnouts (16 at the time). So we left the woods and a went a few blocks away to a friends house. Told him we were on acid and watched some TV. His Mom came home and he told us to get the fuck out and wait for him and his brother on the corner. Later he and his brother met us and they bitched because we didn't get them any acid. So we walked to the acid guy's house and he wasn't home. So after hearing them bitch they decide to go get some of the 'good weed' from some dude. This guy is rarely home so we usually don't even bother, but we did and he was home (lucky us). One of the brothers (Anthony) buys a dime and we set off to what would be the night that almost killed me, left me permanently insane, a hippie christian or dead. <br> <br> We go back to the woods and find another one of our friends (Lou) sitting on a rock waiting to see if anyone was gonna come around. We greet him and bullshit for a little bit, then me and my friend start to 'feel weird.' Anthony is telling us about a few nights ago when he was hanging out at a beach and the cops raided it. Now this fucking kid can tell a story. He's going into to detail about every move everyone made and exactly how it happened. While he's telling the story, I feel the damn acid starting to work, and I knew Kenny did too. Things start looking a bit distorted and the the crickets I hear are starting to bug me out bad. Anthony starts talking about him running from the cops and it being hard to run in the sand and jumping off fucking little cliffs and trying not to fall over the peer and die. <br> <br> Now I start thinking to myself (while all I hear is Anthony babbling in some strange laguage and the crickets sounding like some sort of spiraling noise) 'What if the cops come!? I'm fucked! Oh my God! If they come, I can't talk, I'm out of this fucking world! I've lost touch with reality, holy shit! The cops are coming? The cops ARE coming!' So I just walk away verbally saying 'The cops are coming' over and over like a chant. The cops are coming, the cops are coming, the cops are coming. I walk down some path, and then walk around in a circle for about ten minutes just saying 'The cops are coming.' Then my friend Kenny comes by and starts asking if they're really coming. I get out of the trance and go 'What?' We stood there silent for about 10 minutes, trying to take in this incredible surrounding which just seemed to be a blur. So many leaves and trees and dirt, and the sounds of the forest only making things much worse. <br> <br> We go back to the clubhouse steps and Kenny says 'I see them. Looking through that window. Godamn pigs.' For some reason I saw them to and some window. But we didn't seem worried anymore. We lit a cigarette which tasted like warm milk (Marlboro light). We go back to Anthony and Lou who rolled the good weed joint and a blunt. Kenny sits on a rock and starts meditating, going ohmmmmm. Ant and Lou are laughing at him and for some reason I started to get freaked out. I tried to keep cool, I sat on a rock and felt my heart beating and heard myself breathing. Then I had the 'outter body experience'. I see myself sitting on the rock. I get up and start moving like a worm, because I can see myself do it but not actually comprehend that I'm making myself move. Amazing! Lou and Ant are dying. One kid on a rock meditating with his legs crossed and me standing up and squirming like I had no bones. <br> <br> They spark up, and ask if we want a hit. I thought maybe it'd bring me down, that's what I heard. I took two fucking hits, I don't think I even inhaled. And that's when it began. The crickets! The sounds made things so much worse. It sounded so distorted and all around me. I started seeing little dots and I say to Kenny 'Do you see that!?' and he says yes. We feel scared and fucking boat out of there. We get out of the woods and the change of scenery scares us even more. We can't see things normally, we still hear the distorted cricket sound and we feel like we're stuck in a dream. Exactly like a dream. Terrified! Our spines were tingling and we had goosebumps. We were just scared. <br> <br> Then, we ran. We ran about two blocks. Then we saw our friend's house, which gave us a bit of a sense of reality back. But we were still freaked, it felt like a bad dream, like something scary was constantly behind our backs. We somehow ended back at the woods.The dots came back, this time they were red little dots, like the beam from those guns. I asked Kenny if he saw them and he said he did 'the red ones!?' he saw them the same way I did, don't know how or why. I said 'Dude, it's the government. They can always see us.' Then we started bullshitting about how they have satelites that can read the print of a newspaper and shit like that and fake animals that are robots. We can barely understand each other slurring our speach. <br> <br> Ant and Lou find us and try to calm us down. We grow suspicious of them. I was going to pick up a rock and bash in Lou's skull and I knew Keny was thinking the same. Ant goes, you guys need a drink, your lips are dry, I can see the chapped skin on them LOL. He goes across the street from the woods to the deli and grabs us a fucking CITRA! this was like the citrus drink at the time. He says don't worry, the cops aren't coming and neither are the FBI. Look at the printing on the back of the bottle, it'll get your mind off it. Now me and Kenny are thinking, what the fuck is he up to? He's trying to trick us! We started yelling at him violently. I don't know what we were saying. <br> <br> We sat down and then fucking drank the stuff (LOL). Made me feel a lot better. It got dark out so we found our big ass lattern light and sat around all of us fucked up. Then a Rabbit comes along, me and Kenny were thinking about killing Ant and Lou. Just staring at them evily like we knew they were with the area51 type of guys. The rabbit walks right in the middle by our light and just sits there. I didn't think I was seeing it, but was somehow just drawn to it. I hear the fucking thing say 'Mike, it's God. I'll stop this, but promise me you'll never do it again.' Sits for a few more seconds the hops back in the weeds. I hear the weeds shake and heard them perfectly. I was brought back to reality! <br> <br> I went home that night and ate about 4 bottles of pringles and a creamcheese sandwhich, I think I used like half the jar of creamcheese. The trip wasn't over. Me and Kenny were still talking about the governemnt and still felt like they were watching us. Then we got into that Y2K and the government making 'the beast chip' bullshit. About 6 months later we realized that we were still bugging out from that acid. It fucked us up big time. Everyday it was just me and Kenny talking about the government and the end of the world. Until we realised we had just been owned by acid.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1999</td><td width="90">ExpID: 31303</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 14, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,741</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=31303&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=31303&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Mystical Experiences (9), Hangover / Days After (46), Post Trip Problems (8), Relationships (44), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">105 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> About 2 weeks ago my friends and I drove to Dallas to get some acid. We had finally found a for sure connection. I had done acid before when I was 16 and another time when I was 17 and I had tripped shrooms a ridiculous amount of times. I was pretty excited and at the same time a little nervous b/c a few weeks before I had actually had a bad trip on shrooms, which was suppose to be impossible. <br> <br> We bought a sheet, and the image was so crazy its impossible to describe. We drove back to Oklahoma in anticipation just staring at the sheet. All of us were so excited. Some of us had done before but many of the people we were bringing it back for had never done it before. I had been feeling a little skiddish about doing acid b/c at the current moment I was having alot of problems such as financial, relationship and just overall depression but I figured if it didn't effect me too much on shrooms maybe it wouldn't with acid. Oh my God I so wrong! <br> <br> At first everything was awesome, the visuals were so intense and we were all having so much fun. Then when a few of us were laying around in a room watching finding nemo I got a bad feeling, something about the movie just made my head go in a completely other direction. The room got really dark and I felt like I was alone in the room. The visuals started to get really scary. I started to get really depressed and wonder why I was even here or what was the point to even living anymore. I seriously couldn't see how I was going to fix my life at all. I somehow managed to get ahold of my cell phone and I called my mother. Yeah I called my mom while tripping acid. I started to tell her I didn't see how I was going to fix anything and how I didn't want to live anymore. I was on the phone with her for an hour just crying and telling her how much I wanted it all to end and how all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I also kept asking her to bring me some sleeping pills b/c I wanted to just go to sleep and not wake up. I was sitting there with a raxor blade trying to cut myself but for some reason it either would run away from me or my wrist wouldn't stop moving. <br> <br> Eventually someone noticed me and realized I was upset and when they realized I was talking to my mother they grabbed the razor and the phone from me and hung up. It just got worse. The room wouldn't stop spinning. I couldn't see straight and I felt like I couldn't move. There were about 4 people there who were not tripping (the babysitters) and they all carried me into another room and laid me on the bed. I don't remember much from that point except that it was dark and occasionally the room would stop spinning for a few moments for me to be able to focus on the scary devil man that kept chasing me. My friends all tell me I wouldn't stop screaming and they were so thankful no one else really noticed b/c of the loud music or that would have caused a panic among others. We were also at a cabin in the woods so no one was around to complain to the cops or anything. <br> <br> Finally at one point all the screaming and thrashing around had worn me out and I passed out. I woke up the next day with my sober friends all kind of holding me passed out. I walked into the bathroom still seeing chasers. I looked in the mirror and my face, arms, my entire body had scratches and bruises on it. My wrists were all scratched up my forearm had a huge gash on it from where I had actually managed to get the razor to hit. I felt like shit, my head hurt and I was overall just pissed off. <br> <br> I had freaked my mother out hardcore as well. And she demanded from one of my friends to tell her what was wrong with me and they told her I would have to tell her. So I had to tell my mom I had done acid and just had a bit of a nervous breakdown while on it and I was sorry and what not I scared her. The only thing for a week after that I could remember from the whole thing was that I called my mom and I was screaming alot. I had managed to block out the bad trip from my head but then finally later on I started to remember alot of it. I also started to have alot of nightmares related to that night. <br> I'm still having nightmares where I see the little devil man chasing me and where the rooms starts spinning. <br> <br> That experience didn't ruin acid for me though. I will do it again just not for awhile, not until I am in a good state of mind which will probably be in a couple of years or so. Anysways thats my bad trip on acid story.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 32816</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 17, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,668</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=32816&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=32816&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), Bad Trips (6), Large Group (10+) (19)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Having experimented with LSD 12 times this last year, in two-three week intervals between trips, I thought is necessary to document my findings regarding this nowadays elusive substance. More than a description of specific trips or the specific effects of the drug, which there have been numerous writings about, I thought it best to simply discuss what it has taught me. <br> <br> I have found that each time I ingest this chemical, always in tab form, as that is all that is available here, I experience a surge that can only be described as liquid electricity coursing through my veins, and this feeling, which can last up to 6 hours after coming down, is usually accompanied by an unpleasant taste in mouth. This feeling I attribute to my body's recognition of the chemical and subsequent visceral reaction to it, or the chemical's ability to make apparent the degree to which my body is 'polluted' with illness and/or foreign chemical agents like hormones in animal products, synthetic/artificial colors and flavoring in cuisine, the toxins we breathe, contained in our polluted air, etc. <br> <br> Subsequently, my mind begins to break down, usually eliciting tears or raucous laughter, producing visual hallucinations and unusual tactile sensations. A profound sense of nausea is also common, what I believe to be the result of truly inhabiting my body, something we are too often unable to do in this hectic, work driven society based in capitalist exploitation. I have found that physical and intellectual tasks/work becomes much more exciting after this period, and I am much more adept at anything I may try. <br> <br> The acid, I believe, simulates painlessly a rational line of inquiry, causing unreasoned beliefs and concepts that we have been coerced into believing to break down. This is the drug that would allow someone to have a friendly, calm conversation with his/her own rapist, in that it provides true detachment from fear and, simultaneously, complete acceptance of all things. In my first trip I discovered the monistic unity of all things, that we are all comprised of the same fundamental substance/energy and therefore are equal to any object, living or dead, including that which we perceive to be empty space. <br> <br> I believe I watched the soul of my one-time partner die, or at the very least, change irrevocably in a manner that appeared to be death, as she was unable to move, screaming in misery, her breath becoming more and more shallow until she simply stopped. When she came down, she was never the same. I felt the pain of the earth, which is constantly crying out in agony over what we have done to it. I realized the extent to which the average person employs doublethink (doing both X and ~X, but calling ~X the variable Y, so that they need not recognize the contradictions they are living), the beauty and necessity of death and the fact that all religions, political systems, works of art, etc. are attempting to articulate the same things, just in a different language. I have also been able to appreciate music and film (art in general) in a way that I never thought possible. After acid, all things are beautiful, all things are terrible, and fear is absent from my life. I know not whether this is a positive or negative thing. I suppose it just is. <br> <br> In my experimentation with psilocybe mushrooms, I find they tend to produce MUCH darker trips than LSD, and provoke more conservative impulses and thoughts that I otherwise repress (the desire to kill, to possess, to compete with others, etc.).<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 33756</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Nov 28, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,022</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=33756&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=33756&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Relationships (44), Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:10</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:10</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">ocular</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">260 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was a friday night in my boring town. I had 2 hits of pretty decent blotter paper that I had just consumed. Not even ten minuets after I had eaten the blotter my phone rings and It's my friend who was in the area and had some liquid. He told me if I put a hit in my eye he would give it to me for free. I met up with him and he gave me 2 hits on the tounge and one in the eye. Putting a hit in the eye was one of the stupidest things I've ever done. <br> <br> As soon as the drop hit my eye my eye closed shut and began to burn. I was in such pain I reached in my pocket and put some eye drops in which made it even worse. My eye was red the entire night and it felt like there was dirt stuck in my eye. The next morning just the corner of my eye was still red. Today is the 3rd day since I've done this and my eye is still bothering me. I'm submitting this report to warn everybody not to put LSD in their eye. The effects didn't hit me any faster and my eye still burns. Please don't be stupid and do what I did. I'm just hoping that there is no long term damage.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50110</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 2, 2007</td><td>Views: 15,193</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=50110&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=50110&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Health Problems (27)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">235 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Ok here goes... <br> <br> It was another one of those nights where me and a few friends were gonig to smoke weed because we had nothing better to do in our junky little town. I had recently acquired two tabs of acid from a friend who was gonig to try his hand at selling some. The paper the acid was on was rather small and wraped in tin foil. <br> <br> I suppose that before I go on, I should detail my experiences with mushrooms. I have always had a very high tolerance for mush. It got to the point where I would average 5 grams per dosage. One time me and my friends bought alot of mush and after I was done dividing it up I was left with a huge amount for just myself. I think it looked like about 9 grams. I ate it all and was pretty messed but wanted more (as always). When high on mush, everything agrees with me (EXCEPT people asking me if I am high, how high I am, etc.). Everything is more intense. Music is enjoyable, cigarettes are like candy and video games are like disneyland. <br> <br> Anyways, I thought that since I didnt have to work till the next day in the late afternoon I would try my acid. I did it alone. I took the acid after me and a few friends had quite a big session of weed smoking. One of my friends there gave me two pieces of advice since he had already tried acid. For one, he said to not look in the mirror because you will think you just look fucked and all cracked out. The second thing he told me was to experience nature. I took his advice to heart, took one of the blotters of acid I had, and proceeded to wait for it to hit me. <br> <br> About 1 and a half hours had past when I decided to take the other blotter because nothing was happeneing. We then went to this guys house and watched skate videos and played tony hawks skateboarding, both of which proved less than entertaining, especially since I was supposed to be getting messed. We went to smoke a join which I had rolled (it was very difficult although I was not very high yet) The joint got me baked but nothing else. All I felt was a feeling like I was lighter when I walked, I kind of bobbed when I walked as well. Also I felt kind of shitty too, a kind of uncomfortable feeling. We got back to the guys house after smoking the joint and watched more skate videos and still I had nothing but the junky feeling. All I noticed before I left was that the lights were really twinkly. I had to pee before I left so I went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. 'oh shit!' I said. I looked very very fucked. I almost looked like a girl. I had a twinkle in my eye and my hair looked like it had a female flair. I thought this was strange because when I am on mush I fall in love with myself in the mirror for long periods of time. I put this aside as me and my friends left the guys house. As we were driving home the clouds looked as though they were dancing, which was kind of cool but still nothing too spectacular. <br> <br> As I arrived home I had some trouble unlocking my door and the grain of my wood door was, once again, dancing. I got inside and proceeded to my games room to play video games. The games were no more intense or difficult than had I been playing them normally. I beat one of the games and, dissapointingly, I decided to go to sleep. <br> <br> I left the games room and had my first big hallucination. Everything around me took on a red color. I thought, 'hmm thats kind of neat.' as I walked down the hall to my red room. I walked in and closed the door and my King Kong doll yelled at me. But not the yell that it makes when you squeeze its hand. It made a realistic monkey noise. This scared me a little. Soon after this I decided that I wanted to listen to a cd that was downstairs. I also heard a tapping at my door. It was my cat. My cat is orange, very playful and very stupid and cute. It is the most harmless cat you have ever seen and honestly it looks so stupid and cute it makes me laugh. Well on acid, my cat turns into a demonical beast. It looked as though it had grown a mane and was a proud lion. This scared me alot so I decided to spare myself the mind fuck and went back to my room to listen to a different cd. Music wasn't really anymore intense than normal. The only difference was that every time it played a certain sound I was get kind of freaked out and every time it played another certain sound a white flash would come from nowhere. <br> <br> Overall, acid and mushrooms simply do not compare. They are two very different drugs. With mush, everything agrees. With acid, it seems everything is up in the air. With mushrooms you can just chill and it can be fun. With acid, you need to be moving, seeing new things, thinking new thoughts, for it to really work out well. <br> <br> If I were ever to do acid again, it would be with at least 2 friends and it would be out on the town with lots of weed. Every time I told someone I was on acid, they asked me who else was on it, to which I replied nobody and everyone thought this was a little fucked. Just a little warning to mushroomers everywhre that if you are looking for something like mush but more intense, acid is not what you are looking for. They are very different drugs.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10906</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 5, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,480</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=10906&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=10906&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(cookie / food)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">195 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> On Thursday night, myself and four of my friends took a trip down LSD lane. This is our story. <br> <br> First, I have to introduce the characters... <br> <br> Mike: Laid back and somber, well dressed and intelligent. Mike has been a stoner for about the last three or four years, and has had one trip on Mescaline from a San Pedro extract. He used to have epilepsy, and is otherwise inexperienced with drugs. <br> <br> Ari: An Aztec warrior. Very quiet, very laid back, a Mexican adopted by Jewish parents. Ari is deep, into meditation, a stoner, and decently experienced with drugs. He had tripped acid before twice, mushrooms a few times, e a few times, and has done some other drugs. Fairly experienced. <br> <br> Dan: Typical college kid. Wears visors, sunglasses, and beer t shirts. Short, stocky, loud as hell, sometimes annoying, sometimes really fucking funny. The most intense person I know. Tripped shrooms a bunch of times, stoner for a long time, thats it for drug experiences though. Claims to have eaten 3 hits acid once and not felt it. Decent artist. <br> <br> Kelly: My girlfriend of the past six months. Tiny girl, crazy in love with me and the reverse applies as well. Only smoked weed a few times, never did any other drugs. Took a few sips san pedro and claimed to feel effects, but I doubt much really happened. <br> <br> Scott (me): Your friendly narrator. I'm the most experienced tripper out of the crew, having done e, dex, lsa, shrooms, mescaline (from both Peruvian torch and san pedro), salvia (didnt break through though), and acid once before. I was disappointed with my last trip because it wasn't strong enough, one cube didn't cut it. I organized the trip and got the acid. <br> <br> --- <br> <br> Now that the characters have been established, on to the trip. <br> <br> --- <br> <br> It was an absolutely perfect day. Gorgeous; Clear blue skies, 75 degrees, and the air smelled like summer. Kelly and I walked side by side down the happy looking suburban road to old my elementary school. We were talking about whatever couples talk about in summer, smiling and flirting, having a grand old time. We turn a corner and I tense up: Two police cars are sitting at the end of a road. Normally, I could give a flying fuck about police. Today, the 8 acid dropped sugarcubes in my pocket led to a little aprehension about walking toward them. Still, we weren't doing anything that was obviously illegal, and they looked busy yelling at some Spanish guy, so we pressed forward. As we got closer we heard the yelling, a female cop shouted 'Call me sweetheart again and your going to jail, mister.' We got 50 feet away, and I leaned over to Kelly. <br> <br> 'Baby, what we're doing tonite is probably twice as illegal as what that guy is up to.' <br> <br> She laughed. <br> <br> After crossing the highway via an overpass and walking down a few more streets, we come to the school. It's 7 PM, daylight is fading, and slowly but surely all the trippers trickle into the spot. While we wait we talk about our hopes and expectations for the trip, and normal bullshit that normal people spout. We were first, then mike, then ari, and at long last, Dan made it by 8pm. I unwrap the little package of foil in my pocket and hand out the cubes. One for Kelly, one for Ari, one for Dan, one for Mike, and one, two, three, four for me. I wanted to make sure I got the full experience this time, since last time seemed sort of unimpressive. The cubes may or may not have been multi-dropped, I don't know and I'll never know. We ate them in the bleachers of the baseball field and watched the sun set as a guy played with his awesome remote control airplane, which seemed to move in impossible ways. Both were good images to start this shit with. <br> <br> After about 20 minutes or so, it began to kick in. An odd, strangely electric feeling started shooting up my body, and everyone else chimed in to say they were feeling something like that. Kelly said she felt 'Wiggly' and we all agreed it was a good word to use. At this point I got extremely cold. The temperature didn't change, or at least I don't think it did, but I was freezing. Since we were thirsty, we decided to split up. Me, Mike, and Kelly would go to 7-11 to buy drinks while Ari and Dan waited for our friend Knoll to show up and hang out. We separated and started our walk. <br> <br> Things just kept getting more intense. Nothing looked right around us, but there was nothing specifically wrong with it. It just looked and felt off. Mike was walking so fast, and me and Kelly had a hard time keeping up. At the same time though, we felt that we couldn't stop moving because of the strange wiggly feeling in our bones, so we made it to Sevs in a pretty timely fashion. Crossing the street was terrifying, but the street lights looked amazing. Once we were in 7-11, things were getting overwhelming. The bright, unnatural flourescents hurt my eyes and there was a never ending stream of white trash gangstas walking in and out. We got our drinks, paid awkwardly, and left. <br> <br> Walking back to the guys was an adventure. The road on the walk home was very well vegetated, and the extreme amount of plant life made it feel like we were walking through a jungle. The ground looked weird when you looked down, soI chose to just look straight and walk forward. We got back to where everyone was, made a few calls, and then everyone just plopped down in the grass and started talking. At this point it was about 9 PM and the acid was at an awesome stage. The comeup feeling had all but gone away, and everything looked beautiful. It was halfway between dusk and night, so part of the sky was black and stary, and the other was a rich blue. It was beautiful, there were two grey streaks of clouds that broke up the night sky and the stars looked more clear than they had ever looked before. By this time we were all losing our minds, and no one yet knew whether they liked it or not. Except me. I loved it. <br> <br> I took kelly over to the bleachers because I was sort of uncomfortable sitting in the grass of a somewhat dirty field behind a school, and we talked and kissed. She told me she was feeling amazing and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was feeling it so intensely. Shes 4'11' and 100 lbs, so any acid in her would hit her hard. We rejoined the group and decided to hang out on the overpass and watch cars go by. <br> <br> We get up on the foot bridge and there are already a bunch of asshole high school kids up there drinking, smoking weed, and being douches. But whatever, we were on our side, they were on theirs. We watched the headlights of the cars sparkle in our brains, we felt the trucks that went under pass through our bodies, and Dan told me and Kelly that he could jump off the bridge without getting hurt. We talked him out of that one. We left the bridge, passing the group of kids. I said excuse me and one asshole black kid on a back said something like 'Yeah you better say excuse me bitch' which would've pissed me off a lot any other day. But I was on acid and didn't want conflict, so I just laughed at it and we went on. When we got to the bottom, Mike had this evil look in his eye. He was staring at his bottle, and said 'I'd like to break this bottle.' He did so by hurling it at the overpass where the kids were, without thinking, and Dan was like 'Yo don't you know that means BEEF you asshole? We better go.' We left with a bunch of douchebag kids shouting at us, but none were running down with bats so everything was okay again. We head off to mikes house a few blocks away. <br> <br> On the walk, everyone but me refuses to use sidewalks, and Kelly and Ari start staring at peoples houses if they had lights or fancy siding. One house was built of stone and Kelly just kept staring at it. I told her to come and she got mad at me for making her stop looking, but then I asked her how she'd feel if 5 kids on acid were staring down her house and she moved along. We get to mike's house and sit on the curb for a while. The whole world looks marvelous and terrifying by now. Nothing makes sense, but nothing's supposed to. I put my arm on Kelly and she pulls away. 'No.' she says. 'You're bad.' Hm, interesting. <br> <br> Mike decides that it would be a better idea to go into his house. We walk on the side and there is this strange gooey feeling under my feet, and I get this dread as if I were in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It turned out they were gross berries and we ended up tracking them all over Mikes Living room. He wasn't too terribly upset, but he was a little OCD about cleaning it up. His living room is great, he put on the best soundtrack of the night, and it felt like the 1960s. Ari and Dan are tripping deep right now, and decide they want to start drawing. Me and kelly sit on the couch, but again she says 'You're bad, get over there.' 'Hm' I think, as I lay on the other side of the couch. She starts staring at mike and I realize that she's absolutely in love with him now. Very weird. She starts being a total bitch to me whenever I try to talk to her. Mike doesn't even realize. <br> <br> At first, I was upset. I really thought this was gonna bring us closer together and instead she's all hot over my friend. Whenever I say something she just snaps 'YOU'RE BAD' or when I agree she says 'No you cant agree only mike can.' You can see in her eyes she's gone. At this point I realize how hard she's tripping, so instead of getting mad, I just stop talking to her and start bullshitting with mike. The basketball game is on and muted, and me and him bullshit for a little while. Kelly grabs paper, hides her face under it, looks at me and starts crying. I ask her if she's okay and she tells me when she hides under the paper she has to cry, but it feels good. Me and mike ignore her and dan and ari don't even notice, too wrapped up in drawing. Ari is drawing weird cave paintings and Dan is deep into drawing a fucked up face in marker. The music is Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. I'm laughing at kelly and bullshitting with mike and I draw a picture and the world is fun again. It felt like it was the 1960s. <br> <br> Knoll decides he'd like to go smoke some weed, and Mike decides were being too loud in his house. So again, we split into 2 groups. Dan, ari, and knoll go buy pot, me, mike, and kelly start the mile or so walk back to my house. <br> <br> As we're walking, Kelly insists on being in the middle of me and mike. She says that mike is good and I'm evil, and that she has to stay balanced between the two. We walk and talk and laugh and say and see weird, tripped out shit, and finally kelly stops and kisses me. I'm still evil but she likes it now. We walk more, and kelly tries to convince us to let her walk in the middle of the street. We tell her she's fucking dumb for that, and she reluctantly agrees to stay off the well trafficked main road we're wandering down. Mike lights a cigarette and me and kelly watch in awe as it glows and trails behind him. We pass a baseball field and I look at the sky, which is amazing. It was like being in outer space, it was full of stars. Another two blocks walked and we're at my house. My sister and her friend walk out to their car just as we're walking up the driveway, and jump. They were surprised to see us, but they both knew we were on acid so they talked to us for a little while. They left, then we sat down on my porch and smoked what felt like 1000 cigarettes, just talking about religion, politics, meditation, etc. We go inside and Kelly loves me again. It's hot, but me and mike decide we want tea, so I put a pot on and heat it up. Kelly, on the other hand, wants to draw. So I get her a box of crayons and put her in my room. She tells me to get her when everyone gets here and I agree. <br> <br> Me and mike sit down and bullshit for a few minutes and then the rest of the guys knock at the door. I let them in and Dan instantly tells me there was almost a fight. Knoll rolls his eyes and says there wasn't. Dan tells his version, knoll tells his, and it ended up that there were just some douchebag drunk kids and some words were exchanged in a very passive aggressive way on both parts. Dan starts twisting up the blunt and me and mike tell him its a bad idea since we all were already tripping balls, but he refuses to listen. I run up, get kelly, and kiss her for a few minutes. She comes downstairs with drawings for knoll and mike, and Dan gets insulted and asks 'WHERES MY DRAWING?' and she sneers at him. She doesn't like him tonite and has the gall to tell him so. This would be a trend. She started to tell mike and knoll that they both don't like her, she flipped out about how we shouldn't talk about her when she wasn't around. We weren't, and I told her that not everything is about her. <br> <br> Everything in my house looks pixelated. My brain is in the clouds. But somehow, I manage to keep my composure. Not even on purpose, thats just how I trip. Knoll tells me I seem the least fucked up but my pupils are the size of tree trunks so he knows Im out there. The blunt gets twisted and we had out to my back porch. Nothing but colorful fish shaped lights and the glow of the red cherry on the blunt illuminate the room, and in the background the stereo plays the self titled CD by Owls, which is fantastic trip music if you haven't heard it. We all end up smoking weed but kelly, and knoll gets much more fun when he's stoned. We talk and laugh and do shit that stoners do, and Kelly starts trying to tear down all these emotional walls by asking my friends questions, mostly about their girlfriends. They all answer pretty honestly, and when the blunt is done Dan and Ari decide its time to go home. Its 1 am at this point but Im sure theyre still tripping like mad, plus they just smoked. But I wont stop them if they want to leave so I say my goodbyes and they leave me, mike, and kelly to talk amongst ourselves. It was nice and chill, until... <br> <br> The drunk kids showed up. <br> <br> Or friends Worm, Sean, and craig had been out drinking all night and knew we were here and on acid. So they decided to drop by. Now, I love these kids, but let me tell you, drunk people and trippers DO NOT MIX. Kelly flipped out and told them she didn't like them (wasnt true but she was on acid) and mike said they should go. They said they were staying all night, and knoll came back from dropping off ari and dan at this point. So I take kelly in and let her play with my computer, and then try to figure out a way to get rid of the drunk kids. I go out and start bsing with them, when my sister comes home. 'thank god' I think. 'Time to go everyone, my sister is gonna drive my girlfriend home so everyone out.' I felt bad sending mike, the last tripper, home, but he wasn't having any fun with the drunk kids there anyway so he was down to leave. We said our goodbyes, then I grabbed kelly and started making out with her. When I closed my eyes I saw rainbow diamonds sparkling in my brain. Don't ask what that means, thats just how I described it at the time. <br> <br> 3 am rolls around and kelly has to go home. The stuff is on the way out but its still going, and my sister agrees to take kelly home. We take the 20 minute drive and I enjoyed all the sights the parkway has to offer and I walk her to her door. She finds her way in okay and I go back to my car and talk to my sister about the trip, who just sort of laughs at me because she's stoned and thinks it's funny. We get home, I jump on the computer, and I get an IM from mike that says 'I think I have to go to the hospital. Great. <br> <br> His leg had been numb all day. He had no clue what it was but the acid was fucking with him and he was worried as hell about it now. He'd gotten piss drunk the night before, probably banged it. He sounds like he was on the verge of going into a bad trip though, so I told him to meet me halfway between my house and his. I ran out the door, popped a cigarette in my mouth, locked up, and went out into the world by myself at 4 am. My footprints sounded like they were coming from behind me and even though it was scary as hell having imaginary people following me, it was cool, and watching my shaddow stretch and distort as I walked past lampposts was awesome. <br> <br> We met halfway and I told him that he just walked about a mile no problem, so whatever injury he had in his leg would be able to get fixed tomorrow if he needed it, when he wasn't tripping. He agreed with my logic, but he said he couldn't go in yet because every time he tried to sleep he would see mayan drawings in his head. So we start walking. We go to a donut shop, get gatorades to replensih our broken bodies, and come down together. I see a car's headlights doubled up in a reflection, but there was no puddle, so the reflection didn't actually exist outside of my brain. We talk about how nasty we felt, how cool it was, how scary some of it was, and so on. I asked him if he regretted doing it and he said no, he liked 75% of it. But he said he wouldn't do it again because that last 25% was just too fucking scary. I have a pretty strong mind so I didn't get scared, but I understood where he was coming from. We drank our gatorades on a curb outside and watched the sun come up as we came down. We walked back to my house, and when we were both pretty much sober I drove him home. It was 9am at that point. I finally got to sleep at 11:30 am and got up at 4 to go into NYC for a concert. The concert itself was a hell of experience, but that's another story for another forum. <br> <br> Oh, and Dan ended up having a bad trip when he got home. Sucks. <br> <br> Bonus 1: Comparisons to other drugs I've done. <br> <br> Shrooms: People compare acid and shrooms all the time, but they're really very different. Acid made me feel like my brain was superhuman, mushrooms always made me feel very unhuman. LSD was like a computerized brain, and mushrooms gave me an animal brain. Also, all the effects I thought I was gonna get from LSD (Shaddow kick trails, morphing mirror images, etc) came from shroom trips and my LSD trip had more patterns and colors. <br> <br> LSA: LSA feels like an AppleIIGS to LSD's G5 PowerMac. All my visuals on LSA were big and clunky and low res, the colors were mostly just red and white, and the trip felt really slow. Acid felt realy fast and had very small, finely detailed visuals with more varied neon colors. The body load was much worse and the hangover was awful, whereas there wasnt any with acid. <br> <br> DXM: Way scarier than acid, completely different though. Next. <br> <br> E: Not totally a trip, but it felt nicer and lights actually looked cooler on E. Much worse hangover than acid. <br> <br> Mescaline: Much, much smoother and more spiritual than acid. Visuals less obvious and more natural looking. Mescaline lulls you into a trance whereas acid clubs you in the head and makes you see stars. <br> <br> Salvia: FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCKED UP BAKLAAAAAAAA I hate salvia.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44204</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,379</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44204&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44204&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I never thought I'd see the day that I'd be calling myself a Christian again. I was raised in a family that was nominally Protestant, but religion was never a big topic of discussion, and we only went to church on Christmas eve. I came to question Christianity at a very early age. I tended to associate Christianity with close-mindedness and bigotry, as that was what I observed in those who most vocally expressed their Christian beliefs. During my teenage years I dabbled in Wicca, Druidism, Zen Buddhism, and agnosticism. When I was about 20, I started getting into magic mushrooms, and after an intense 5 gram trip, I found my faith in God renewed, though it was now a more monistic, pantheistic idea of God. My spiritual views after that didn't quite seem to fit within any particular religion, though it was definitely more influenced by eastern religious traditions than by the west. <br> <br> Then I found LSD. My first significant trip on acid was a bad one. The worst trip of my life, in fact. But I feel it also affected my life in a positive manner, so I can't say I regret it. After about 6 months of recovering from that trip, I decided I was ready to start doing acid again. Every trip since then has been greatly pleasant and rewarding. I took great pleasure in analyzing the differences between mushrooms and LSD. I found that mushrooms seemed more earth-oriented while LSD seemed more human-oriented. That is, with mushrooms I felt one with nature, but with acid I felt connected to all of mankind. There seemed to be something almost 'psychic' about it. <br> <br> Recently, I went through a binge of doing acid every weekend for a month. The most life-changing of these trips was on the third weekend. I was at rave, meeting up with a friend of mine. She had pure MDMA capsules and liquid LSD. She said she would dose me for free if I bought a capsule off of her. I agreed, and I took the pill while she got the dropper out. But rather than dose me, she handed me the dropper and let me dose myself. Well, I was a bit sloppy, and what was meant to be a drop ended up being a squirt. I'd say I took roughly the equivalent of about 3 to 3 1/2 hits. I knew immediately that I was in for quite a trip. I just hoped it didn't go like my first acid trip. <br> <br> As I started peaking, I found myself having a religious experience. I felt the power of Christ come over me. I became distinctly in tune with what I like to call Christ consciousness. It was an all-loving, all-forgiving power that saw the oneness of mankind. In that instant, all my previous acid trips suddenly made sense. I asked that Christ remain with me throughout my journey in life. I closed my eyes and said 'Yes Jesus, I accept you as my personal Lord and Savior. Thy will be done.' I felt a sense of peace and understanding come over me, and I knew that this was the path for me. <br> <br> I'm eternally grateful for LSD for helping me find oneness with Christ. I still don't feel quite at home with most of the people who wear their Christianity on their sleeve, and I feel many of them have his message all wrong, but at least I can take comfort in my personal relationship with Christ. By taking refuge in Him, I hope to strive to be like Him. I plan to continue using LSD as a sacrament to guide me on this path. Sometimes I feel like Christ came back to earth as LSD so that we could all have Christ consciousness. Whatever the case, thank you LSD.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 47955</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 15,462</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=47955&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=47955&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">230 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> When I was 16, my best friend suggested that I take a trip with her. I had never tripped before, but I was open to anything, and so I said sure. About 11pm, she came over to my house and we snuck back to my room. We dissolved maybe like 1/8th of the paper each into paper cups of water, and drank it down.<br> <br> Soon thereafter I began to feel excited and nervous and antsy all at the same time. Suddenly I was skeptical that she'd brought acid as I'd heard trips were different than this. 'Wait a few minutes, you'll see.' she said. School had just started up again and we were taking about how the year was beginning at our different schools when suddenly everything just seemed to change all around me. Everything was like a dream in that it never looked the same way twice.<br> <br> I collapsed back onto my bed and was simply mesmorized by the spinning ceiling fan, seeing shapes and faces inside the spinning blades. The trip hit her too right around this time, and after being mesmorized by my 'UFO lamp' (A 50s-flying-saucer shaped lamp with approximately 100 fibre-optic wires coming out of the top in a fanned-out pattern, with a spinning, multicolored translucent disk inside so the fibre-optic wires glow every colour imaginable), we decided to fuck. <br> <br> I had never felt anything so amazing as that sex on acid, so we took another trip of about the same size at maybe 1:30-2:00am. We entertained each other for a little while talking in funny voices (she talked in a twangy southern accent and called herself 'Kentucky Pete', etc.) and then I got into a deep intellictual discussion with my stereo, whose tape deck was its face. And she and I fucked again.<br> <br> The moon was waning at this point and as I recall it was maybe 2:30-3:30am and the moon was just rising, so we opened my blinds and let the moonlight be the sole illimunation of the room. As I recall I tried to read a book in the moonlight but couldn't make out the letters, and she decided to read my handhelt CD player and got something really deep out of it.<br> <br> By now it was approximately 4am, maybe later, and I decided I'd trip again. Cheryl advised against it, but I took about 1/4 of the paper's original size, and just dissolved it directly on my tongue. We then turned on the TV and were transfixed on a Madame Cleo Psychic Hotline infomercial (or maybe travel packages to Jamaica??)<br> <br> The next thing I remember it's third period at school the next morning (9:15am or so). I'm sitting in art class at my small Christian school trying to draw a still life. I look at the drawing in my book and the stick figure I drew is magically come to life and is dancing around on the page. I slammed my book shut and stared at the still life on the table in the center of the room. A small desk lamp has come to life, and alternately 'stares' at me or jumps around smashing other items on the still life. I rub my eyes and everything is in its normal place but is slowly changing colours! This time I smack myself thinking it will get my head in line and a miniature stuffed version of the school's mascot (an eagle) is laying on the table talking to me.<br> <br> 'You need to shut up.' I told the stuffed eagle. 'What did you say?!' my art teacher responds back. Now my art teacher wasn't exactly athletic, but she still liked to wear somewhat tight outfits, and for some reason I suddenly see her head backwards on the body of a turtle standing up. She didn't understand when I explained that the stuffed eagle on the table was talking to me. Then I looked back at the stuffed eagle, and it was my art teacher! My art teacher had been shrunk by the eagle and the eagle was now her size!! Oh no! I next remember my art teacher having me sit outside where I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as strange figures and faces danced in front of my closed eyes.<br> <br> Suddenly it's lunch (11:30am). And I just want to microwave my mathbook to eat and some doofus can't understand that simple fact and is opening the book and explaining to me that the book is inedible. The words and pictures are slowly meandering about the page so I walk off still transfixed by the mathbook.<br> <br> Then I'm sitting in my study hall and am beginning to come down off the trip. My head aches and every sound seems to be amplifyed. (It was different than a booze hangover, felt kinda like reality was making up for lost time, if I can describe it like that.) It's 1:35pm and I have a notebook full of what I had thought was really awesome drawings but now just looks like random squiggles on the pages. I really had to piss, so I went to the mens room. Then I realized the condom from almost 11 hours earlier is STILL ON ME!! That was lovely as you can imagine.<br> <br> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> During my history class, I began to wonder what had happened earlier on that day, how I'd gotten dressed and gotten to school. As I went to leave, I realized that I'd DRIVEN to school!! I shouldn't have even been able to FIND that car let alone drive it. The local PD should have seen me wandering in the thick of morning traffic with a car key in my hand and a perplexed look on my face! Sure enough though, the car was there, it was parked kinda funny and the windows were down, but it was there. So at this point I realized I was really hungry, got myself a greasy lunch/dinner and went home and to bed.<br> <br> I've tripped only twice more since then and never as much as I did that time. Sorry I can't be more verbose with the dosages<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 46978</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 28, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,677</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=46978&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=46978&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Sex Discussion (14), Multi-Day Experience (13), First Times (2), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I had about 20 experiences with LSD before, usually 1-2 hits maximum per trip. The settings were mostly spiritual, our intention were well defined, and almost always answered at the end of the journeys. During my trips I was at the big-bang, saw little robot-like creatures putting the atoms together to create the universe, I was the fish in the ocean, the bug on the floor. I saw the sound moving, talked to birds, felt the pain of a wounded soldier in Iraq, saw the spirit leaving her body at a funeral, discovered where and who I was before my present life, etc. During these trips I was never terrified, even though some of the dreams, thoughts were not pleasant. <br> <br> My latest trip was very unusual though and I would define it as an extremely interesting, but “bad” trip. I had a headache for two days before the trip and taking pills for it caused some stomach problems that dehydrated me. Also, I was overworked and under-rested. <br> <br> On a beautiful full moon day my friend and I both took one hit. We came on in 20-30 minutes, made love with many orgasms. Just experiencing my partner’s orgasm triggered one in me. After that I went to the bathroom, and suddenly I got very dizzy. The whole world felt suddenly twisted, and I felt like I stepped over the imaginary, the “other” world. Once back from the bathroom, I was not able to speak coherently. I was shaking and my stomach started to hurt. I checked the clock, and it showed 3:10 PM. My friend saw that something was not right, and tried to talk to me, but I was not able to respond. In my mind I was trapped in the “other”, the imaginary world. I saw the parallel universe, which was behind the imaginary world. I saw myself in both places. I checked the time again, and it was still 3:10 PM, even though I traveled everywhere. <br> <br> I suddenly felt the urge to have some professional help. I thought maybe if I go to the emergency room they can stop my “bad” trip. And I looked at the clock again, and it still showed 3:10 PM. I really got scared. I thought I was trapped in time, and in a world, that is non-existent in the “normal” perception of things. I thought no one can help me, since time does not exist. I will live my life in 3:10 PM from that point and there is no solution to that problem. I saw my life like a movie running in front of my eyes, I felt sorry for myself, and I through up. All my pain, my stress, my sadness came out from my mouth. People, situations, thoughts, that hurt me, like broken glass fell out from me. I felt purged, relieved but still way over the other world. <br> <br> My body was shaking, my legs could not hold me. I was afraid to let myself go. I thought if I do, I will never come back. At that time my friend decided to get some niacin to stop my trip. While he was gone, I took cold and hot showers, hoping it switches me back to reality. Nothing. I set down to do some yoga. No result. I tried to meditate, to cry, I could not. By that time, I thought I got schizophrenic, induced by LSD, and from now on I will see the world that way. I truly believed I lost my mind for good. It was very scary. <br> <br> My friend got back by 4 PM and I started to take the niacin. Gradually, but very slowly I was getting better, however, my short term memory seemed effected. I could not remember the morning’s events, the previous days event, not even our wonderful love-making. About 8-9 PM I started to recollect my memory, but my speech was still not perfectly coherent. I watched the Olympics, but could not put the situations and people together. Next morning I was still a bit on a slow side, but by afternoon I was back. <br> <br> Looking back, it was a very shamanic but scary experience.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 36447</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 6, 2008</td><td>Views: 9,765</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=36447&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=36447&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Sex Discussion (14), Hangover / Days After (46), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ce/">2C-E</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Until this trip I had been relativly comfortable with Lsd, having used it a dozen times or so, and I had once tried 15mg 2c-i and although that was a frantic mindmelting adventure, I maintained a safe mind set and managed to enjoy myself. <br> <br> A long time friend of mine and I took 2 hits of paper acid at around 4pm, on a warm sunny friday, we were in a very good spirts and expected a good trip. The first 2 hours were rather light, just buzz not to much visuals, but very enjoyable. Around that time we met up with a friend of his and used his cannabis vaporizer, He wanted to trip with us but since we had eaten all the acid I had, the idea came up of splitting 2 2ce 15mg capsules 3 ways. I didn't have a accurate enough scale so I opened them and split the bright white crystals into 3 piles as equal as I could make them, poured each onto a small piece of toilet paper and wrapped it into a ball. We swallowed them and went back outside. <br> <br> I didn't mentaly prepare my self for the 2c-e at all. I didn't even really think through that I just took a powerful pscycidelic which I had never done, on top of an acid trip which isn't even in full gear, and that I was about to tripping out really hard and should make accomidations. Within 5 or 10 miniutes all three of us felt the effects. <br> <br> About an hour later, I made a classic tripping mistake, going back to my room alone. Its started to get a little windy and chilly so I went back to my room to change. The cold started to raise abstract doubts, and bring down the positive energy. After taking a shower for about 2 hours, I called my friend who had also done the acid and 2c-e, and asked him to come to my place. When he got there we started having a very emotional albiet nonsencical discussion/argument. At the end of which I was crying and screeming and I told him to leave. It was the last time we've spoke. The hullicination I was having a distortion of the image I have of my self. I hated this person, who I just realized I really was. I felt I didn't deserve to live. <br> <br> Complicating the issue was the full bottle oxazapam (like valium), in my desk, making suicide a readily available option. It was torture, my life was in my hands, and 100% of my consciousness was telling me to let it slip into the abyss. I think the main thing that kept me from doing it was the thought, that I'd be the only one who wouldn't have to deal with my death. I called one of my better nontriping friend who knew me well, and is an artist at defusing crisises drug related and otherwise. I stayed up all night, the visuals, didnt subside till around 6am. <br> <br> As bad as my trip was my friend who took the same shit I did had it much worse. Although I havn't talked to him personally, I hear that he had a mental breakdown of some type. What I do know is that he was acting eractict enough on saterday that some authority saw him called the police and had him commited to mental institution for a few days, and had him kicked out of school. From what I hear he returned mentaly back to normal around 3 or 4 days after the trip. <br> <br> Was this a result or circumstance, prexisiting stress, or an inherent result of taking 2c-e and lsd together. I think a bit of all three but, I don't think they are few many people who could handle a trip so intensly stimulating and relentless visually hallucinagenic.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 47415</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 18, 2008</td><td>Views: 22,841</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=47415&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=47415&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-E (137) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">20 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ci/">2C-I</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 drop</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 5:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis - Hash</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My tripping partner R. and I met up to have a 2ci trip. But at 4:20pm out of complete spontaneity, we decided to take a drop each of this acid i had + the 20mg doses of 2ci. <br> Note: R. wasn't feeling too good because he had drank a lot the night before and puked. Also we hadn't eaten much at all that day. <br> <br> An hour later we were walking by a river when R. is experiencing stomach discomfort, nausea etc. He ends up puking and then feels a bit better. Still no sign of tripping. <br> Its been about 2 hours when I experience extremely noticeable effects of acid. The usual fractal patterns, euphoria, melting, etc. After about 5 hours since launch of good acid tripping in my room, we still haven't felt any of the 2ci, and I had not done it before, while R. had. <br> <br> We go to my friends to hit some hash bowls. At this point were a little bit past the peak of the acid trip. After taking about 4 big rips... I wait. <br> <br> Note: this hash is extremely potent and high quality. <br> <br> Blast off... I am shot straight into hyperspace, looking at the reality of reality itself. It seems that the hash has cooked this stagnant stew of chemicals, 2ci and acid, in my brain and brought them to a boil. I'm experiencing a trip like no other I've experienced. Every bit of sensory input is felt as distinct alien emotions. It was what is described as synthesisia. I was riding a roller coaster of strange feelings, but my perspective was out of this universe looking down on it even though i had 0 control over my feelings. <br> <br> Visuals became extremely intense, anything my mind thought of was projected visually and emotionally. This new trip did not feel comforting, warm, and euphoric like acid. It was harsh, mechanical, and alien. Light seemed to be divided in a multi-planar spectrum going in through different dimensions revealing pulsating blues, greens, and reds - the primary colors. I felt immediatley like this was the hardest I've ever tripped period. <br> <br> My perspective was sooo far removed from anyone elses. I had complete psychic connection with everything. The digital mechanical drum beat that was being played was felt as that harsh metal emotion within my body. Everything was similar to this, everything being transmitted into emotion. I saw that these energies were what existed in the reality of someone extremely aware and removed from the perspective of the typical physically aware human perspective. I'm an extremely psychically sensitive person by nature, so the trip was just enhancing these attributes. <br> <br> Even though I enjoyed the trip, I wanted to come down. I had to force myself to eat because I had no desire to and my body rejected it. I didn't come down for about 5 hours after. I was riding a rollercoaster of emotions while my perspective was like an overview of the universe - in terms of reality/consciousness. <br> <br> I would compare the intensity of the that 5 hour 2ci blast period to DMT! But obviously much different.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 31320</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 25, 2008</td><td>Views: 6,793</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=31320&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=31320&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 2C-I (172), Cannabis - Hash (93) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 glasses</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">60 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Being now all in retrospect, I can safely come out with my enlightening story of my 1st trip. <br> <br> It was about a week after my final year in school, me and a group of friends decided to celebrate down at my mates farm, just east of Melbourne. It was summer and the weather was beautiful. The farm was surrounded by about 4-5 lush paddocs with a few cows and a large stream running about 4 mins walk away. The best part was the mountain range running right over our heads featuring a very dramatic rocky cliff face right on our door step. In other words perfect for the perfect get away. <br> <br> Initially I was set just to lay back with a beer or two and mabie a joint or 10, but a friend came down with a good supply of exotics for everyone to take. One of those exotics being some lsd. I'd never had lsd but I decided to bite the bullet and live once. It was the second night about 12 of us decided to do the drop. Some were 1st timers, others were the teachers so to speak. I was, I guess understandingly, nervous yet excited and was eager to find out what was going to happen. I'd seen two of my friends drop the night before and I thought it to be the funniest most interesting thing I'd ever seen! Looking into a bowl of water with rainbow glitter in it for about 1 hour laughing and hugging each other! I though to myself that it must of been good but still, it was that damn human instinct, the fear of not knowing. <br> <br> We all took 1 tab each at about 7:30, just as the sun was going down, reflecting off the cliff face above us, making it a deep orange. We had the best of day and night I guess. We were all sitting on the farms verandah, looking at the sunset, talking. At about 8:15 the trip started to ease in, as I noticed rubbing my legs with some kind of nervous pleasure. I ain't done this before! I was also getting this uncontrollable grin on my face. The conversation initially going from chatty to a more, 'How we feeling!? How we feeling guys!?' The group became more relaxed and in depth with one another. Not really conversation talking but talking about on the spot things, i.e. How good are ciggies! Is there any beer? Put on that song! etc. Yet being a little lost for words, I didn't care a single bit and just decided to let the drug take me. I had good company, surroundings, the night was warm and the music was fine. Every thing started to slip into place. <br> <br> By 11pm, it was a free for all. Although we all stayed in the one place, conversations broke off into groups of 2-3. Around this time, things started to get curiously weird and wonderful. Looking at my cigarette, I started to see a little castle on a peak of molten rock. I was so amazed at this 7th wonder of the world that there must be more out there to experience. I saw my friend, Tam's having a neck massage and it looked good! Tam's said it was so good she was more than happy to give me a try. I closed my eyes and melted into my seat as these hands seemed to touch my every neural sense. With colours and fish net like patterns flowing and morphing into ever more patterns and colours. <br> <br> And that was it! I was in the land of the lala people! All the trees that were around, started to grow bottles of beer and lemonade on them (true!). It was like I had just won the lottery! So I started running off to all the trees, picking beers and lemonade off the trees for my bemused friends to drink. There was so much of the stuff that this went on for about half an hour (seemed like 2 hrs). The finding even extended to crates of beer and soft drink, under the trees. I have to say, I did get a little protective of my treasure! THESE ARE ALL MINE! <br> <br> After that, I decided to go inside for the first time of the night and have a look around. I saw the telly on but not tuned as it was all buzzy beeish. The rest of the night was really just walking around looking at stuff with a huge grin on my face. Being the last one up at about 6am, I later died in the hallway after about 20 billies. <br> <br> I have to admit, the come down wasn't very nice. My brain was mush the next day. I had never really been the same after that first trip as I had perceived things never before the same. I don't want to glorify LSD over all. Just this particular overpowering mindful experience of the senses. I'd had some very nightmareish ones after that, a couple of years later.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1997</td><td width="90">ExpID: 14476</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 26, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,647</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=14476&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=14476&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Glowing Experiences (4), Large Group (10+) (19)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">888 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dxm/">DXM</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">170 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I drank the DXM (delsym) and biked around town for awhile. It was a nice berkeley day. About 2 hours in, I rode to the campus and sat by a nice stream. I felt the DXM feelings coming and reached a very relaxed state. I got back and was still feeling peaceful. It was about 6 o'clock, and I ate a hit of (strong) acid. By this time, the DXM was in effect. <br> <br> It ramped up slowly. Here are my day-after notes: <br> <br> The 'winamp playlist' became the most significant thing in the universe. I thought I had enqueued the world's longest playlist that automatically figured out what I needed to hear. I thought it had mystical powers. <br> <br> The music separated into individual parts coming in at the wrong times. The music would play 10 times slower than it should, then speed up to catch up. The notes couldn't decide weather or not they were in the music or part of a mesh. The sounds of the music were coming from everywhere. I played 'in the court of the crimson king' and was totally overwhelmed. <br> <br> The visuals were subtle, and only visible in a dark room. Everything waved around and was slighly sparkly. The music was the best part of the trip. Even today, 4 months after, that music is still crazy to listen to, and I hear the same detail that I heard the night of the trip. I thought my computer came alive and was communicating with me. I saw lots of crazy things in my head. More than DXM alone, more than LSD alone. <br> <br> It took a lot of mental energy. It's not good for parties, but it is a very interesting combination, and the night is still vivid in my mind. It's on my list of things to try again. Happy trails!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 64863</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jan 31, 2008</td><td>Views: 11,937</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=64863&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=64863&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DXM (22), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">90 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> So, I have taken LSD in the past, and had good and bad trips. I hadn't taken it in two years. Then, this summer I decided to drop one hit, which was supposedly pretty strong. I didn't trip that hard, but I had some visuals, and I smoked pot and I drank too. <br> <br> The trip ended after about 8 hours. That night, I smoked pot again, and I noticed, no visuals, but everything that was close up looked really blurry. I couldn't even read a book. I looked in the mirror and my pupils were very dialated, so I thought maybe the acid was like coming back, since I smoked. No big deal. <br> <br> Then, the next day, when I smoked pot it happened again. Now, I was getting kind of worried. I also noticed that when I wasn't high, I could not see close up very well. My pupils looked to be a normal size. I thought, maybe I have permanently damaged my vision and I was really worried. <br> <br> I told my mom about it, not that I took acid, but that I could not see close up, and she said that I might need bifocals. Bifocals at nineteen years old. I felt really bad. This went on for a few weeks. <br> <br> Luckily, my vision got better, and now I can see close up just fine. <br> <br> Thank God, because I was really worried that I did something to my eyes. I will be more careful from now on!<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 66873</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 13, 2008</td><td>Views: 4,916</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=66873&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=66873&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2cb/">2C-B</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">240 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have been using hallucinogens recreationally for the past few years. Through a friend of mine who has unfortunately passed away, I have had the opportunity to utilize many different drugs. I have experiences with LSD, Mushrooms, DMT, AMT, 5-Meo-DMT, Salvia, Cocaine, Methamphetamine, Heroin, Ketamine, GHB, MDMA, PCP, DXM and, of course, Cannabis. My experiences have ranged from one near ego death, to mystical journeys through time. <br> <br> After recently converting to BUddhism, and following my friend's overdose death, I have been doubting the very nature of reality. I have always considered myself a romantic at heart and have always believed in good humanity and the beauty of the human soul. I have decided, for personal reasons, to quit hard drugs. It was with this mentality that yesterday I discovered, on what is probably my last trip, a truly lifechanging understanding. <br> <br> I cannot document this very well, for it was not my original intention to do so, and given the hard nature of the trip, certainly the hardest I have ever been on, I would be lying if I said I had any conception of time or individual effects. For my last trip I chose 2-CB, a drug I have being trying to obtain for quite some time, along with acid. I have read reports about the painful, but fruitful results of insufflating 2-CB and had decided to do this in order to realize the full potential of this psychedelic cocktail. <br> <br> The setting was my friend's basement, a place I have often tripped in before. I arrived at around 8:00, only to find him in his typical tripping moodset, along with dimmed lighting and gentle classical Adagios playing on the radio. I am not exactly certain of the dosage of 2-CB, but I do know I took 2 tabs of acid almost as soon as I walked in the door. I was truly looking to trip hard. <br> <br> Before the acid could kick in, I quickly insufflated the 2-CB, assuring myself that however bad the pain was, I could handle it. Holy fuck! Within a few minutes I was on my back, screaming, my fingers up my nose trying to bore the powder out of the nasal passages. I was certain I had done permanent nose damage, although now it seems to be fine, despite being a little swollen. My friend insufflated his line, and within a minute, joined me in screaming. <br> <br> Just as I was noticing the pain was starting to subside, I also began to notice the first feelings of fear I get at the start of any trip. I got up to try and walk and calm myself. My heart had started pounding. I noticed a huge tension in my stomach, and suddenly the world was filled with pain. I ran to the washroom and vomited for several minutes. Feeling better, I returned to the basement to let the drugs take affect, my final hurrah in the world of psychedelics. <br> <br> I cannot give exact details as to how it came about, for a uncertain period of time, I existed in a realm of ethereal consciousness. I don't think I even breathed. The world was changing. Immense masses of colour danced on the waves of the music. My friend was saying something, but the words sounded almost demonically unreal. My next realization was that I had been folded out of reality and was existing in the space between atoms. I was dark matter. I closed my eyes but could still see through my eyelids. <br> <br> For one instant it occured to me that my last trip should be something special, so I pushed. I pushed my mind to think, to remember, to experience. It was an action equivalent to being launched out of a missile silo. I was flying through colours beyond reality, colours that had no right to exist. I was in limbo, purgatory, a world between worlds. In the mass of twirling realities, I saw my entire life. And I truly mean my entire life. The moment of my birth seemed clear to me, and every second up until this very minute appeared, no as a chaotic series of events, but as a path already laid. <br> <br> Then it happened. A sudden moment of pure energy and merging. I saw beauty as a pure form. Thoughts, tastes, smells, sounds and sights were no longer seperate. They merged in a explosion, as though every beautiful and exquisite moment of my life had been taken, stripped of defining characteristics such as person or place, stripped down to a pure form of love and peace, and then condensed into an infinite point. This point was me, and I felt bliss in every bone of my body. At this moment, I was exploding with love for every single little thing in the entire universe. And I felt it in me, the pure beauty. I cannot describe it in one billionth of its glory, but when it hit me, I lost all sense of self and reality and thought. I simply was. I was the whole world, I was god. Imagine if all the wonderful things in your life were made of the same essence. Now imagine the essence returns to the source of its origin, and you discover its source of origin is your own mind. <br> <br> This nirvana like state lasted for no perceivable amount of time. It was at once a thousand years and a millisecond. And then it was shadow. As though my mind had been exhausted by this discovery, it retreated into a state of psychedelic stupor. I arose from this state several hours later, suffering from what I would characterize as the level of a strong acid trip. <br> <br> Now, I still cannot believe I saw what I saw. I think this really is my last trip, because nothing could ever, ever top this. This particular mixture served me as a window into the very essence of my soul. And now, I sit here, drug free, and filled with a glowing feeling of love. I meditated for several hours today, and found peace within myself. This is the most exceptional experience of my life, and I truly think I am a better person because of it.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 33936</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 20, 2008</td><td>Views: 18,840</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=33936&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=33936&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">2C-B (52), LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">165 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I wish I had a better idea of how much I actually took which is partially why I'm writing this report. I had not used acid in approximately six months, and the dried up end of a vial was given to me as a gift. The giver reported a very weak experience from the liquid squeezed from the dropper, and he assumed what remained was even less concentrated. No preparations were made in advance, and thankfully I was at home where my roommate also was. <br> <br> At eight pm I bit the top off the dropper and chewed on it while I reconstituted the dropper with water and drank it all. I repeated this twice more to be sure nothing was left behind, and then went about some household chores. One half hour later I felt abruptly disoriented, with a perceived loss of balance. For fear of falling over and hurting myself I sat down on my couch as the room started to spin out. Within a half hour of the onset I had reached what I would later realize to be the peak. I was sweating so profusely that it was pouring off of my face and I could collect it in pools in the palms of my hands. I experienced intense visual, and auditory hallucinations. Mentally speaking the only uncomforting thing was that I didnt know how deep I was going to be going until I had began to come down. Because this was my first and only encounter of this magnitude I felt a good deal of anxiety in the sense of not knowing at the time if I was going to be alright afterwards. These feelings along with the intense perspiration subsided with the most intense part of the trip in about one hour. Even then I wouldnt call it a bad trip. (I can imagine feeling similar anxiety if I were to try skydiving for the first time. In that sense I see it as a potential personal fear of radically knew experiences. Although I might have felt scared at the time I would consider it one of the most enjoyable experiences I have ever had.) <br> <br> Being veterans day I watched a war movie with my roommate which was mentally very intense in terms of how vivid and lifelike it was, but I experienced no feeling of terror. I found it difficult to sleep at about one a.m. as I was still experiencing visuals. I layed there in my bed for another hour or so tossing and turning before I fell asleep. Unfortunately I had to work bright and early the next morning, and with my alarm at five a.m. sharp I awoke to find I was still experiencing full visuals. My only point of reference is that I was still tripping harder than I had on any other trip. At work I experienced feelings of disorientation, and confusion along with difficulty concentrating. Visuals had subsided by nine a.m. and my body still felt lifted until aproximately noon. I was told the type of acid I had was called silver surfer, but I cant verify this. I appologize for any unuseful information included. If possible I would be interested in finding out approximately how much I had. <br> <br> Thank you for this opportunity to relate my experiences, and have a nice day.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 49021</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Feb 20, 2008</td><td>Views: 6,574</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=49021&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=49021&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Overdose (29), General (1), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">155 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> On Monday, Feb. 23rd, 2004, I ingested one “hit” of LSD. After an hour, I started to feel like my 'soul' wanted to tear out of my body, this felt pretty chaotic, so I sat down to meditate and clear my mind. I stayed meditating for five hours straight. It was an extremely deep meditation, it is even possible that I could have fallen asleep, but I did open my eyes about every thirty minutes just to reassure myself that I was still sitting there. In this deep meditative state, this is what I saw... <br> <br> This is just a brief sample of the overall concepts that will need further explanation. <br> <br> I saw the entire history of humanity--from beginning, to the present, like as history textbook visually depicted throughout my sight. <br> I experienced the birth and fall of countries, <br> I experienced the pain and suffering of humanity throughout time, <br> I pondered and imagined the future--what is the highest evolution of humanity? <br> <br> I realized how this body and all of its maintenance/ methologics/ procedures/ and mechanical processes--such as eating, pissing, drinking, sex, washing, and shitting, chain down the psyche and pollute and corrupt pure thought. Once we are free from this body, only thought will exist. Pure thought without the chains of the body and all its weight, just may be the highest evolution of humanity. <br> <br> What is pure thought? <br> Pure thought has no inhibitions (mental or physical), no negativity/pessimism (these are disruptive and vexatious to the 'spirit', they cause frustration and unnecessary conflicts). Pure thought is just, humane, and has a well-balance of birth and death. Pure thought is also being disconnected from this crude and ugly body, which is currently mere encapsulation and transportation for the beholder of pure psychic energy(a synonym for pure thought). Pure thought is also disrupted and inhibited by drinking and smoking--which are petty little escapes that only get one by temporarily until the next time. <br> <br> I have realized: <br> <br> I need to take life more seriously. <br> <br> I am now more humane (in realization of weights of the body). <br> <br> I am now more optimistic (pessimism and negativity are weights of the psyche). <br> <br> Pessimism is necessary in keeping one from being naive, but it should only be considered, and weighed appropriately with optimism. Only those who are weak, fail to allow optimism to succeed in their lives. Why be so negative when life is so short? It will only lead to destructive thought instead of constructive thought. Like I said, pessimism keeps you from being naive, but can’t you simply be aware of the dark side to keep you from harm? I say 10-20% pessimism, 80-90% optimism. This will aid you in thought of the highest levels, without the weights or inhibitions of pessimism. <br> <br> Wednesday, February 25, 2004<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 39061</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Mar 24, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,214</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=39061&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=39061&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">58 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This experience happened approx nine years ago. I had previously used these substances before on many an occasion and had brief encounters with amphetamines and MDMA. This particular type of acid was new to me and my trip partner and I had tried 1 tab 5 days previous to this session, we both rated it as rather potent. On this pre session I had rather intense feeling of paranoia and anxiousness but was able to keep it under control and not upset my partner too much. I believe it to be my mindset at this particular point in my life and not just the substance, after all LSD only comes in different strengths not quality. <br> <br> We woke up at my place at 7.30 am and lay in my room relaxing with a joint. We then proceeded to smoke 3 buckets of Moroccan resin; this is what they’re called in northern England. We filled a large bucket with warm water, cut the bottom of a 3 litre pop bottle, gauze the top, sink the bottle into water, burn the resin in then slowly raise the bottle out while reheating the resin. 30 mins after consuming these I felt immaculate and ready for the rest of the session. We traveled to the next town were our dealer was, I fucking hated public transport, and enquired to our dealer about these Testube acid tabs and purchased 3 each and took them without delay (very stupid). The taste was slightly bitter in a very weird way and within about 60 seconds I could feel strange tingling from my taste buds to my brain, just physical. “Fuck” I said 'Can you feel that already” he agreed. <br> <br> We catch a bus back to my place and this is where it got bizarre. We sat at the back on the top deck of the bus and smoked a big joint (there was nobody else on the bus) then I suddenly had extremely long hair even though I had previously shaven it 5 days ago. The hair felt nice but I was concerned about the cars behind the bus trapping it under their wheels and from here to my front door is a complete blank. I knock on the door and my mother answers, she asked if we were ok, we replied with 'phnuuae' and escaped into my chill room. I must add that I had no fears of my mother finding out as I new she new and she new that I new that, but we never let on to each other, she is a wonderful, and experienced woman. <br> <br> We set the bucket up and proceeded to continually smoke our rocky, this is when the pictures on my wall began to melt and reform again. I started playing with a loose thread on my mattress and suddenly became engulfed in endless amounts of string and my friend Dan shared this illusion with me and we both pissed ourselves laughing, I think literally. We decided to put Dark Side of the Moon on and that’s when things got very serious. Dan started drifting off with no responses so I just sat there staring into my room with my new found panoramic vision and watched tribal facial symbols zooming towards me then contracting back again. This proceeded to get faster and more intense. <br> I also noticed that the music kept switching from Dark Side to Wish You Where Here. <br> <br> When welcome to the Machine came on I realised that something was seriously wrong with the universe and started to panic a little, all of a sudden Waltz in Black by the stranglers was coming through my speakers. I looked into the corner of my room and could see some insane circus organ music coming towards me,I was getting serious Synestheasure. I had a threatening feeling then realised that everything was fucked. I managed to walk down the stairs half way in search of orange juice and was engulfed in this insane music with intense light then blacked out. I then found myself back at the top of the stairs with the music less intense and tried to ascend the stairs again with the same fucked up strange thing happening, this repeated but I don’t know how many times. <br> <br> I managed to wake Dan up and he freaked out as well so we decided to go to Asda to by some orange juice to help us, fuck knows why. Every human we encountered were drones that moved like robots, this scared the shit out of us. Then the strangest thing happened, we were both too scared to talk (physically) so we started to talk to each other in our heads, we discussed haw the universe was missing some kind of equation and how it would keep fucking up toward the missing peace and return to the start again. I remember back on the stairs, I thought to myself “Oh no not this again,” very strange. <br> <br> We returned to the house and approached my mother and explained we were losing our minds and we took some pretty strong acid, she calmly asked how many, we couldn’t remember. She took us to A+E on a fucking bus were my friend started having some kind of fit and purple foam was coming out of his mouth, all I could do was stare out the window wondering when and if the universe was going to skip track again. The bus driver phoned an ambulance which of course came with a police car, and my friend had warrants for his arrest (not for anything bad or inhumane) the thing with the English copper is that they don’t really interfere with things as long as nobody is in danger, so the paramedic told the police to leave, they looked at us and could see we were just flapping on some drug and shrugged their shoulders then left. From here on we gradually calmed down with the occasional fit from Dan, and sat in a 3 hour waiting list freaking out then just jumped in a cab with my mother and went home. I must add that the staff at the hospital were great and told us that we will have to wait like everyone else. This was fair but was a bit challanging to accept at the time. <br> <br> I don’t know how many u/gs was in this dose but I kept on tripping for another 2 days afterward and kept having flashbacks or mental health problems (probably the later) for years afterwards. I don’t regret this experience as it’s given me enormous interest and insight into arts and psychology and the human condition and have completed some of these subjects at uni.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1995</td><td width="90">ExpID: 38715</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Apr 10, 2008</td><td>Views: 7,550</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=38715&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=38715&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Hangover / Days After (46), Post Trip Problems (8), Multi-Day Experience (13), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Its white, clean <br> pebble-size paper, <br> dry against unsure toungue. <br> Time passes hazily <br> (Time. <br> uhh... <br> what's that?) <br> Gravity's <br> stone-breathed shutter <br> pulls green <br> into blue. <br> blazing leaf geommetry riding <br> the ripples of collision, <br> smells like light <br> at night <br> sounds like air in space. <br> oh, hello, Sun. <br> How are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu............. <br> Answer at once, shine dances penetrating <br> through your little dome of ecstasy <br> Laughter flows upwards <br> bathing heavy brain with joy. <br> Eyes close. <br> Patterns frolic seamlessly across eyelids, <br> emerging from the breathing migration of patterns are <br> bright beams bursting into the mind. <br> Eyes wide. <br> Sun's final secrets ride <br> the sky red <br> kissing the trees <br> standing quietly. <br> I stand. <br> Walking... <br> towards some unknown future. <br> Still riding the blissful seafoam of an acid brain.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 71275</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: May 19, 2008</td><td>Views: 4,769</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=71275&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=71275&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Poetry (43), General (1), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> My boyfriend and I, Harry and Marry I'll call us, finally got ahold of some LSD. Anticipation was high, like a drug in itself. He was 18, and I 19. I got home to his apartment with it late, and with different news than Harry had expected. Instead of handing my friend 80 dollars, giving us 5 hits each. I'd given her a hundred and twenty, and she'd returned with fourteen hits.<br> <br> 'I'm only taking two' Harry says.<br> 'I'm taking four.' I say.<br> <br> And so, we dose. We tear apart the little squares of paper, printed with a funky little design. We were instructed to keep the paper under our tongues as long as possible, and so we do. The stuff is tasteless, except for a very, very strong chemical sensation in my mouth. My stomach was not happy with me, so I chewed an antacid and it settled. Doses taken, we wait. Eventually, he says the stuff is bunk and goes to bed, leaving me to watch Napoleon Dynamite and wait by myself. After about twenty minutes I decided I hate Napoleon dynamite, turned it off, and went to the bathroom. There, I began to notice effects similar to ecstasy. A bit of a body high, and halos around candle flames and lights. <br> <br> I yell to Harry 'Baby you have no idea what's going on.'<br> <br> He wakes up, says he feels nothing, and gets up. I see his eyes widen a bit and he grins 'Oh yea, I feel it... '<br> <br> a pause between us. Mischief.<br> <br> 'Let's take the rest.'<br> <br> I eat three more, and then pick up Harry's five with my finger, my last memories of the blotter being their entrance into my lover's laughing mouth. He fubs around on his guitar a bit more, and then we sit on opposite couches, turn on the black lights, and music. I experience a slight revolving sensation and close my eyes. When I open them again, small bolts of lighting are shooting out from the light on the ceiling. I can hear Harry laughing. <br> <br> 'Are you hallucinating?'<br> <br> 'haaaaahahahahaha!!!'<br> <br> The lightning bolts stretch to the edge of the ceiling, where they turn into a canopy of green vines which sweep down the wall. After following the vines to the bottom of the wall, I look up, and the room is shifting. Repeated images of my paintings on the wall. Repeating downwards, then sliding up to original position and doing the same shift-slide thing again. It is rapidly becoming too intense and I do not remember who suggested we move to the next room, but my next memory is of our bedroom, in complete stillness but buzzing with energy as I viewed it from the door. As I walk to the window, I can see the outside stairs and overhang carved in wood. LOTR's style. Elven. Like our palace carved in mahogany. <br> <br> My next memories are in bed, I lying on my back, looking up with closed eyes, talking, though seeing the entire room and Harry's face as he stood above me. I talk about mysterious things. Inner wishes and identities I had no idea existed. I was no longer myself. In one I was a long haired, slightly heavy, peasantish woman with a babe in a sling, working with heavy pieces of meat. In another thought I saw a stretch of several tapestries, floating in a purple energy field, which I realized will be my gifts to the women and their men I love later in life.<br> <br> Harry is hearing all of these thoughts, and responding. The trip is mostly in my mind, but our minds are one. He is tripping in me, I guess, though now he says that he cannot remember anything that occurred. I remember, though. I remember the sound of bells and the ghostly image of antlers over his head. The cracking of a nut and the sound of water. I had many thoughts of chestnuts, and liquid pouring from them. Chestnuts preserved in glass and other thoughts I cannot remember any more. I also had the strong image of a saddle in black velvet. More water, more chestnuts, more antlers and bells. One of the last images I had was of vast, grey wings laying beneath my on the bed. I have wings tattooed on my shoulder.<br> <br> And, as couples do, we loved, and at the beginning, I was sent to a black, astral plane. full of stars. I only experienced this place briefly before I heard Harry say <br> <br> 'Do you want me to stop?'<br> <br> We were locked together in a hurricane of sensation and my visuals were of a hurricane, I think. A wall of grey wind circling and storming until it's vertigo sucked it into itself, at the point of climax and peak of the trip. After, no memory, until we are lying on the bed and Harry is calling someone. Later, we go driving. <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> My little Ford Ranger hums and transports our energy through town to coffee, the green and yellow landscape swirling, up and down ways. The coffee he buys me is not chestnut, but I am drinking hot, sweet chestnut milk. <br> <br> The rest is come down, and unpleasant, so I will spare details, but it was worth it. The best 15 hours of my life so far. This was several months ago. Perhaps next weekend will merit another description.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 51355</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jun 23, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,894</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=51355&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=51355&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : First Times (2), Sex Discussion (14), Relationships (44), Glowing Experiences (4), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> 12 days since my last Dose ;] <br> <br> <br> Alright, for starters, past history. Been smoking weed 7 years, 6 nearly everyday. First mushroom trip was when I was 15. Increased my usage from every 3 months to monthly over the course of the next 4 years. Naturally, this usage waned, sometimes tripping back to back weekends, sometimes going months without shrooms. First LSD experience, I was 17, and it was the strongest I have ever tried, hands down. Two tabs, I was experiencing synasthesia 6 hours later. In comparison, the acid I tried 3 years later was much weaker, requiring about 6 hits to achieve a similar effect. <br> <br> As far as HPPD, I haven't been able to qualify for that technically because I have been smoking marijuana daily for years, and continue to do so. [drug toxicity clause lol] <br> As for permanent perceptual alterations, what do you expect when you have spent as many cumulative hours tripping as someone like myself. I've done mushrooms more than 100 times, and something like 30 'doses' [threshold-to-mild] of LSD. <br> <br> First off, I began to experience vision similar to mushrooms in dark rooms, or when the lights are shut off from previously bright rooms. This doesn't occur all the time, usually most noticeable when I am stoned and thinking about it. I also began experiencing a stronger appreciation for visual textures, as well as auditory. This could hardly be considered a negative effect. <br> <br> This was the extent of my 'HPPD', but then I began a period of heavy LSD use with interesting effects. Now, I definitely abused LSD. My schedule of use was something like 1/1, 1/18, 2/7, 3/5, 3/26, 4/4. My dosage escalated from 2 doses to 4, to 7, then to 6. Mind you, I define a dose as enough to experience geometric wall patterns. 2 doses should be enuf to rearrange a picture of someone's face into strange, cartoonish shit, just as a frame of reference. <br> <br> I have been experiencing what I would describe as self-induced flashbacks, but it's only been about 12 days since I last dosed. Interesting fact, I always smoke dope when I trip, and pot definitely permits me a freebie or two after tripping if I want a little psychedelic effects. Dark rooms still possess a strange, buzzy geometric fuzz. Problem is, I believe I been experiencing that on weed since I was a youngun, so count that out. On an interesting note, I think the LSD had made me more attentive to marijuana's effect on my surroundings, because I have been noticing a kind of afterimage effect when I enter dark buildings or rooms after being outside in bright light. <br> <br> The biggest uncontrolled flashbacks that I experience are always self induced, often tied to anxiety and social situations. They often occur after I begin thinking about LSD, and when I am in environments where I have tripped really hard before. My bedroom ceiling has rippled similar to mushrooms and LSD at least a week after using LSD. Mind you, I was laying on my back, stoned on pot and imagining rippling ceilings and such. Afterimages are the most common psychedelic effect I notice daily. However, I don't typically see radical forms, and afterimages are not subject to the same suggestibility of form as they are while I am under the influence of LSD. I have experienced the most disturbing HPPD like symptoms at my computer monitor, where I have spent most of my time on acid, no question. <br> <br> Now, the most interesting part. I began inducing flashbacks after my 5th acid trip. My ability to do this has increased with my use, and my practice, naturally. However, most of my visuals are controlled, not subject to whim like lsd. Only on few occasions, going to bed or waking up have I closed my eyes and let the afterimages dance around on their own. They appear to be like threshold visuals, sometimes animated, but never particularly surreal. For example, I have NEVER seen anything in my own induced visions that matches the height of my most intense acid trip. Not even close. <br> <br> I believe the use of psychedelics causes new forms of learning in your brain, somewhat associated with a kind of trance state. In all my psychedelic use, it is only through focusing my mind I have been able to experience the kind of things you can't write home about, heheh. In order to intensify psychedelic experiences, I become attentive. There is something fundamental about the trance state that I must emphasize. I believe that once experienced under psychedelics, various aspects of the state can be reexperienced, much like a memory. Christ, it doesn't take drugs to create memories that create images that haunt you the rest of your life. I've never been witness to an atrocity, but the impact they have on survivors are tremendous. The fundamental thing is that it is the outlook individuals possess after the fact that is the most important. I believe some forms of HPPD are linked to many kinds of self-generated psychological concepts involving some very critical philosophical and spiritual issues concerning reality. In short, I believe LSD use causes selective attentive processes to change. <br> <br> Most manifestations of HPPD I experience are self induced, save the occasional halos around lights. Even then, I have been thinking about LSD almost every day or so for the past few months, so no surprises that I'm highly suggestible. This is the nature of LSD, after all. Also, I emphasize 'induced'. Even at my highest acid dose, I could eliminate or induce hallucinations more or less at my whim. As far as anxiety and LSD, I believe they are somehow subconsciously linked in some weird schemata containing perceived morality and authority, but I'm into Freud, lol. <br> <br> On the down side, I have been noticing when I stumble in speech, using the wrong verb tense or something. But, I have been extremely attentive to it, consciously. So it is hard to tell if I am just paying attention to verbal slips, or if they are actually increasing in intensity. I've done some moderate ecstasy use, so that could account for it. Usually though, I feel like I am trying to spit out my thoughts faster than I can say them. Sometimes, I feel incredibly flustered by my ability to communicate complex thoughts using language, due to my inability to express the depth or meaning of <br> what I am saying fast enough, something I have experienced on lsd before. <br> <br> To cut this ramble short, LSD does effect my perceptions permanently, no question. Personally, I enjoy it. It's symbolic of much tripper shit, and keeps me reminded of everything magical, glorious and hellish on this world. That said, I'm slowing the fuck down on the LSD because I am probably begging for a Freudian mindfuck of a trip.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42335</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 25, 2008</td><td>Views: 9,588</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42335&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42335&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Mushrooms (39), Cannabis (1) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/pma/">PMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">90 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: Though the substance described in the report was sold as ecstasy, the effects and onset of symptoms are more consistent with PMA.]</span> <br> <br> About a year ago I'd organised a bunch of mates to come round to my place for an acid trip with some really strong tabs while I was going to candyflip with some 'white rabbit' pills I got the day before. The night came round and I decided to dump my pill before anyone arrived, about half an hour my friends came to the house and still an hour after that I had felt nothing from the pill and presumed it was a dud so I decided to take some of my tabs, I took 4 at once, now this was highly irresponsible with a possibly suspect pill still in my system, I had quite large doses of LSD before except never with tabs that strong so the trip itself was extremely intense. <br> <br> But then shortly after the tabs really kicked in I felt a distinctly different feeling to the LSD, something like mild amphetamines and my heart started to race. Then about 3? hours after I'd taken the pill I started vomiting violently and feeling dizzy and hot and very sick, it didn't take long for my trip to go downhill rapidly and in addition to the strange things happening to my body from the pill I started to get really confused and delerius and worried that death was imminent. The trip just got worse and worse after the vomiting started to subside, extreme feelings of panic overwhelmed me and I became aggressive to my friends hitting some of them. <br> <br> I eventually felt so bad and worried my friends so much they stopped trying to calm me down and called an ambulance, I ended up feeling like I was overheating so I took all my clothes off and ended up running outside to get to the ambulance, I must of looked completely drug fucked from their point of view so as I was running towards the ambulance the ambulance pulled away from me and started driving down the street, that's when it really started to feel like a nightmare and I wasn't sure whether I was in reality at all. The next part is a blur but one of my friends managed to get the ambos to try and help me but it somehow ended up with several cop cars and ambulances (4-5 emergency vehicles in my street) with me naked fighting a large group of police officers. I remember flashes of the fight but not the whole thing, then being subdeud and having a gun held in my face in some attempt to calm me down so they could sedate me, I didn't care about the gun at all at the time tho I was focused on the needle they were trying to shove in me, convinced they were planning to kill me. <br> <br> Eventually they must of beaten me up and stuck enough needles in me to get me into the ambulance and I started going in and out of that kind of psychotic state and my bad trip asking for help and asking them if I was going to be alrite, eventually they got me in the ambulance when I was sedated and feeling less aggressive, but then again in the ambulance they strapped me down and took the needle out and then when I began to freak out the cop held me down hard (they'd shot me up with enough sedatives by then to knock someone out twice so I didn't have much strength to resist) while they gave me another injection I started howling before they did sure they were going to kill me right there. the rest I cant remember. <br> <br> I woke up in hospital in the early morning, still heavily sedated and tripping a bit, the police came and interviewed me while I was still quite out of it and then when I eventually was able to get out of my hospital bed to go home, after being sectioned for a few hours due to what I did. The full extent of my injuries from the fight became clear, I had a badly broken left foot, bruising all over my body that looked like it was mostly from batons, a crack or two in my ribs and a few cuts, the foot took a few months to heal properly but its fine now. This experience was a complete nightmare, I stopped doing all chemical drugs for more than 6 months after that but I use LSD now again with no problems however I don't trust ectasy tablets anymore, irresponsibility caused the worst of that situation but I can't help but think it could still not of been a good experience with the pill alone.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42293</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Jul 26, 2008</td><td>Views: 29,663</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42293&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42293&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3), PMA (126) : Small Group (2-9) (17), What Was in That? (26), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.75 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:20</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4.5 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/syrian_rue/">Syrian Rue</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(seeds)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:20</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5.0 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/amanitas/">Amanitas - A. muscaria</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5.0 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/amanitas/">Amanitas - A. muscaria</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:30</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5.0 g</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mimosa/">Mimosa tenuiflora</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(ground / crushed)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">250 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I was in my apartment, alone, in a good mood, curious, and looking forward to the results of combining an ayahuasca analog with LSD and Amanita Muscaria. Slight worry due to the undocumented nature of the combination, but a fearlessness and the spirit of scientific discovery overtook any and all discomfort. <br> <br> T-12:00 - stop food/water intake <br> <br> T+0:00 - .75 hit of LSD <br> <br> T+0:20 - 4.5g syrian rue seeds <br> (in peanut butter sandwich) <br> <br> T+0:20 - 5g amanitas muscaria caps <br> (chewed whole) <br> <br> T+0:40 - light tingling sensation all over the skin <br> eyes uninentionally widened and wandering <br> took some time to writhe around on the bed <br> in pure comfort <br> <br> T+1:10 - pipe tobacco & wild dagga smoked (1 joint) <br> <br> T+1:30 - began sipping tea: 40oz green tea w/ ginkgo biloba conataining 5g aminita muscaria (powdered) and 5g mimosa hostilis (powdered) <br> <br> T+1:45 - realized recent shortness/rudeness and inability to tolerate certain questions from girlfriend.. <br> reliazing now effort should have been made to better understand the curiosity and not analyze the worded question <br> <br> T+1:46 - the phrase 'dmt stains' seems very funny <br> <br> T+2:20 - finished sipping tea. slight nausea.. drank small dose of pepto bismol. <br> <br> T+2:30 - increased head buzz.. slight loss of balance <br> <br> T+3:00 - combination seems very agreeable.. inital nausea dissappeared quickly.. no uncomfortableness.. no head pain.. very pleasant.. mild euphoria no OEVs.. CEVs consist of vague patterns in constant motion and change. <br> <br> T+4:00 - ingested urine. immediate head buzz.. had to sit and close eyes for a minute <br> <br> T+5:30 - balanced restored, almost back to baseline.. euphoria emphasized and prolonged.. time for another dagga-bacco joint :) <br> <br> T+6:30 - still feeling something.. pupils still a little dialated.. but definately on the way down. Getting things ready to go do laundry (remember ancient proverb: after ecstacy, the laundry) <br> <br> Epilogue: I enjoyed myself, but was a little disappointed that the experience was not more intense. I later discovered the Amanitas I had were fairly weak. The source was Siberia. It has been brought to my attention (and experience) that the ones that grow in Washington are generally much more potent. Also, Wild Lettuce is a MUCH more pleasant joint than Wild Dagga (the smoke is less harsh and the high is definitely more noticable). <br> <br> I don't know if I will try this combination again, as more potent Amanitas seem to have very respectable subtleties to them that I have become fond of and think would be lost in the mixture.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 54429</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 14, 2008</td><td>Views: 11,153</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=54429&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=54429&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Mimosa tenuiflora (74), Syrian Rue (45), LSD (2), Huasca Combo (269), Amanitas - A. muscaria (70) : Alone (16), Combinations (3)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">205 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was my third (maybe second? can't really remember) time to drop acid, however it was my first time to really trip hard. My previous trips had been off no more than 1.5 hits, this time I went all out and took four. I was feeling really good when I took the pills; We (myself and a friend) took them at another friend's house. His parents were out for the night so we knew that we could really cut loose. His house is really fun, he has a big backyard with tennis courts and a small forest type area. There were two other nontripping friends that we designated as our 'babysitters' just in case. <br> <br> The first effects started about 20 minutes after I ingested the pills. It was a mild euphoria, but growing greater every minute. I was feeling so happy that I could not help but give all my friends a big hug. <br> <br> The acid was really starting to kick in, I was getting black flashes much like a strobe light, and I was feeling quite euphoric. We decided to go out into the back yard. My other two friends were laughing at us as we got accustomed to our new acid world. I found it very difficult to walk, and my perceptions were getting altered, when I tried to move a limb it was extremely exaggerated. For example, I remember once I was holding a cigarette, and moved my arm to take a drag. I could not judge how much I was moving my arm and I swung the cig into the air and it fell on the ground next to me. When I reached down to pick it up, my hand slammed into the ground. This 'transitory stage' only lasted about 10 minutes (I think). However the exageration of everything lasted throughout the night. <br> <br> Anyway, we got outside and that's when things really started getting groovy. We walked out to the tennis courts, and my friend was messing with us. He saw my tripping partner Nick outstretching his hands to the sky and said 'Hey John (that's me), I need you to find me the moon.' Though I knew he was just messing around, I felt compelled to find the moon and I delightfully skipped around until I found a pine cone, which I decided must be a moon dropping. I then reported back with what I had found, proud of myself. <br> <br> We went back inside after about 15 minutes? My sense of time was starting to get really out of whack. Anyway, we got back into his room. Nick's face was flushing and he had a mild case of the sweats, but given my state of mind, I thought he was about to explode. I thought that he must not be breathing. I told my non-tripping friend what I thought, and he played along. I kept telling him, 'Nick's not breathing, Nick's not breathing,' (I thought I was whispering but was really talking quite loudly) until I convinced Nick himself that he was not breathing. Surprisingly enough, neither of us really got freaked out, especially since I was comforted by the fact that if someone stopped breathing, they would go unconscious and would begin breathing again. <br> <br> After about 30 minutes I think, my two non-tripping friends were getting really bored of babysitting and wanted to go out to eat. They assured us that we were acting normal enough to not screw up, so Nick and I agreed that it would be ok since they left. They told us that we could crank up the guitars and the music. We started peaking right about the time they left. I felt like I was sharing thoughts with Nick - if he said he was seeing or feeling something, I would almost always see or feel it too. I don't remember a lot, but there are lots of separate parts I do remember. <br> <br> I remember playing the guitar, and everything I played sounded awesome even though I was playing awful sounding chords with tons of distortion and delay. While I was playing, I noticed that I was twitching my eye. It wasn't just a normal twitch - my whole face was scrunching with every note I played, and my eyes were going wild. The uncontrollable eye twitch continued throughout the night. I started to listen to music, and when I finally came to later that night I realized that I had gone through about 20 CDs. I must have not listened to all of them because I was only listening to music for about an hour total. <br> <br> The coolest and most memorable part of the trip was while listening to Pink Floyd's 'Atom Heart Mother.' Me and Nick were convinced that we were tribal leaders, took our shirts off, and wrapped them around our heads like turbans. We ran all over the room, and made faces at each other in the bathroom. Nick's face looked like a Picasso painting. We made up an elaborate dance that included banging pillows on the bed as hard as possible. When my other two friends returned they were greeted to two shirtless men with turbans on shooting them with guitars. <br> <br> After that things started to settle back down, but neither me or Nick could sleep that night. The eye twitch continued until the next evening, and the intense trip made me stay away from acid for a while. It was not a bad experience, don't get me wrong, it was probably the most fun thing I have ever done, but the crash afterward was just a little too much and I had to step back and recover. There is a lot more that I could tell you, but I don't remember the sequence much and I am tired of writing so I hope you have enjoyed my story.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 42715</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Aug 27, 2008</td><td>Views: 6,387</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=42715&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=42715&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/herbs/ginseng/">Ginseng</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br><!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> <span class="erowid-warning">[Erowid Note: Unconfirmed Serious Injury Report. This report of a serious injury was submitted without verifiable details or contact information. Erowid is choosing to publish this report to invite public comment and to allow anyone who knows about this event to submit details that we can verify. Neither this report nor any report of a hospitalization should be considered reliable without details that can be verified through hospitals, police reports, family members, or news reports. If you have information about this incident or other experience resulting from the use of any psychoactive substance we cover, please contact sage at erowid.org.]</span> <br> <span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: This is an unconfirmed report of long term psychosis related to LSD. Let us know if you know of any information about this incident.]</span> <br> <br> I had dropped acid several times before, in about the same dosage, and had had no bad trips. However, I had been reading some very strange stuff and I believe that had something to do with the outcome of this trip. I used to do this often; read strange stuff, toke up and think about it. I “learned” and saw some weird things this way. <br> <br> We went out with friends and all of us, except my husband Sandy, shared some acid. All went well for awhile but then I began to have some serious hallucinations that began to scare him so he took me to a very good psychic that we knew. I remember her coming to the door and looking way up above my head in astonishment. She told me later my energy was flaming almost ten feet up out my head like a pillar of fire. She then sat with us for hours while she had me repeat with her the 23rd psalm, “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, etc.” Eventually I calmed down enough that he could take me home. <br> <br> However, the hallucinations continued into the next day and Sandy took me to emergency where they gave me something to bring me down. However, I didn’t come down. Instead, I began to have convulsions, among other things. The convulsions would draw me backwards and I would be screaming “they’re trying to break my back!” I found out years later during therapy that this was an ancestral trip. I actually saw a male ancestor on the rack. <br> <br> This went on for nearly five days during which some of the time my teenage daughters came and sat with me so my husband could get some sleep. We were managing a boarding ranch at the time. Finally, he took me to hospital where they popped me into the psych ward. Things got really interesting in the psych ward. Because I was so psychically tuned, I could see right into people. The first thing they wanted to do in hospital was take my blood. In my distorted condition, they looked like vampires and there was no way any bunch of vampires were going to get my blood and I began throwing them around the room. I’m a big girl, just under 6 ft and at that time, strong from doing farm work. It took 5 men to subdue me and get me into a straight jacket. From then on, I don’t remember much at all. They kept me heavily sedated all the time. <br> <br> My husband was heartsick and really scared for me but what could he do? I was literally a raving lunatic. Later, he divulged to me he had got down on his knees and prayed earnestly that I be delivered from this madness and returned to him. Back then he was a real pain in the backside with jealousy. He promised to give this up if he could just have me back. He wasn’t, at the time, a religious person (he still isn’t, come to think of it) but he has always been very alive spiritually. <br> <br> I have vague recollections of my nearly adult children coming to visit me and evidently I would phone my husband at all hours begging him to come and take me home. I also have a foggy recollection of sitting in on a meeting in which I was the center of attention and a number of doctors consulted with my husband during which they told him he may as well forget me as, in their opinion, I would never be any better. They were ready to lock me up and throw away the key. Maybe that was when he prayed. <br> <br> Anyway, one day, when my dearest was visiting me and I was drugged right out of my mind, I kept moaning that my head hurt. I guess I had a king sized headache. At any rate, he began rubbing my head. The longer he rubbed, the saner I got till finally, I was making complete sense. It was me again, back in my body and being intelligent again. I always knew I was in there somewhere but now, I was able to communicate clearly and I begged him once more to take me home. <br> <br> He was seriously impressed with my reaction to his head rub and went away to tell someone he wanted me home and they were to get my clothes. I, in the meantime, got anxious with waiting for him and went to the door to look for him. The orderlies saw me and the next thing, they pounced on me and even though I tried to fight them off, someone gave me an injection. When my husband got back I was back to being a drooling idiot, literally. When he returned and found me in that condition, he was furious and demanded my clothes. They couldn’t refuse him but they protested vehemently, saying that I was dangerous and violent and he was making a huge mistake. Fortunately, he didn’t listen and took me home anyway. <br> <br> Whenever I remember that time, I so appreciate him for being the man that he is. The only other man I ever knew who might have had the jam to stand up to the Authorities was my dad. Anybody else would have been intimidated by the Big Ones and left me there. It was a truly heavy trip and he was my Knight in Shining Armour. <br> <br> At any rate, he took me home where he had to literally lead me by the hand. However, he took me to a chiropractor who couldn’t help me but did advise him to take me to a Chinese herbalist. This friendly little Oriental, when told of my problem, didn’t bat an eye. Instead he said, “LSD? No problem. I give you some of this and some of that…” as he took down several different bottles and boxes of liquid ginseng as well as royal jelly from his shelves. He even broke open an ampoule for me to drink right there and then. <br> <br> I shall never forget it. Prior to that, I had been spitting out all doctor medications. I remember that they tasted horrible and felt jagged and ugly, even caustic, in my mouth and like a little kid, I refused to take them. However, as soon as that ginseng touched my tongue, I loved it and swallowed it eagerly where it blossomed like a warm fire in my cold belly. I could feel it spreading its healing warmth throughout my whole body. We took a good deal of it home with us where I was happy to take it all. <br> <br> In one week, I was completely healed. Weak, but healed. That was when I went grocery shopping with my beloved. Lo and behold, we met the chief psychiatrist from the hospital there in the supermarket where he was gathering his growlies, too. I recognized him and was happy to see him. I went up to him and asked if he remembered me. He looked a little befuddled and blinked a few times but the bell didn’t ring for him until my husband appeared at my side. Then he recognized me and he was so shocked, it was almost as if he was seeing a ghost. <br> <br> I rattled on about what we had done to fix me and offered to come to the hospital and share this wonderful news with everyone. However, no one ever got back to me, even though I did phone a couple of times and attempt to make an appointment. They didn’t want to know. That’s when I really learned about entrenched professionalism. There are none so blind as those who will not see. That was also when I began to take herbs and natural methods seriously and I’ve never looked back. It makes me wonder just how many people are locked up for the rest of their lives that might be healed if they were fed ginseng and or other herbs. I’ve read some really stupid things about ginseng wherein people decry its usefulness but as far as I’m concerned they don’t have a clue and should keep their mouths shut. It is definitely a divine gift, as are all the herbs. God Almighty, the Universe and all of Nature love us silly mortals with a love we barely understand, never mind acknowledge.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1974</td><td width="90">ExpID: 68604</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: 40</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 2, 2008</td><td>Views: 22,988</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=68604&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=68604&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Ginseng (144) : Various (28), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Benefits (32), Train Wrecks & Trip Disasters (7), Health Problems (27)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 9:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/caffeine/">Caffeine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> The fun started at about 12 in the day when me and a friend both dosed on acid, I took 2 blotters and he took 1. We walked up to the bowling club and on the way he smoked a joint, but I decided to wait to see how hard the acid hit me first as I had only done it once before (1 blotter). We started playing pool downstairs at the club and after about 50mins I started to notice that I was getting worse. The finger marks on the table started to stand out more and swirl a little, the balls seem to be getting bigger and smaller, shadows were starting to move and I was finding it harder to concentrate on playing the actual shots.<br> <br> My friend decided to go check bus times as we were going to go in town and check out the art gallery. Once he had left, I finally realised that I was fucked, because now I was alone and actually started to pay attention to what was going on around me. I was the only one downstairs at the time but as I looked around the room I realised that everything was alive. The walls were breathing, the patterns on the floor were swirling and morphing, the lights above the pools tables looked as if they were swinging and the room was getting lighter and darker. I sat there in amazement until my friend came back because the visuals in my first trip were pretty shit and I barely noticed them but that may have been because it was night.<br> <br> We made our way to the bus stop about 30mins later (bout 2-2.5 hours after dosing) and we were fucked. I got a msg on my phone and the letters on the screen were waving and dropping down into the lines below and it took me about 2 mins to read a 10 line msg. It took about 10mins to write back and I’m pretty sure it made no sense at all. We sat in a school for a while because the bus still had 15mins til it arrived and we just marveled at all the sounds and sights of nature. Extreme confusion started to set in and I’m amazed I even made it onto the bus, I remember walking up to the driver and him saying something but it sounded like complete gibberish so I eventually just handed him money and sat down. I don’t remember getting off the bus but I remember walking down the street, I’d walked down that street about 100 times before but nothing looked familiar and we weren’t even sure if we were going in the right direction.<br> <br> Amazingly we made it to the art gallery and holy shit was I fucked; the art gallery is my new favorite place. We came on a good day, some guy’s collection was being shown and almost every painting was of a landscape or farm or just of the out doors. I walked up to the first painting and I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was of hills, the sky, clouds, a house, trees and there was even horses. Immediately the clouds started to move across the sky, the sky started to change colour going from blue to green to purple to red etc, the house started growing and shrinking and the horses started galloping across the bottom on the painting. I swear I must have stood at this one painting for a about 15mins with my eyes the size of dinner plates and my mouth wide open only moving to giggle. I must have looked like a fucking retard but I didn’t care, everyone could have seen me because it was so open but maybe I didn’t look anything out of the ordinary, I just couldn’t tell. We went upstairs and the whole place was just covered in photos, they were so bright and all of them moving in there own direction. We tried to watch this arty movie type thing but it was in this little room and the walls were freaking me out, moving in closer and closer so we ended up leaving after about 1 min.<br> <br> We finally left the art gallery because we were starting to get a little paranoid that people were watching us. This was about maybe 4:30 now, we just totally had no idea what time it was. We started walking down the street trying to think of somewhere to go or something to do but neither of us could, our minds were completely blank. Then I remembered there was a museum down the road but it was a fair walk, my friend tried to explain something about a bus but his words came out jumbled and he made no sense at all. This is when the laughing started, we laughed none stop for about 15mins, we both had tears running down our faces, my side hurt so bad and I thought I was bleeding internally.<br> <br> We started to walk past a park and spotted a bench, we both decided we needed to sit down. Still completely confused we just talked absolute shit and tried to think of something to do. We made some phone calls but no one could understand us and every time we tried to be serious we would start laughing hysterically. We then decided we had to do something and started walking across the park, all the trees branches were moving like crazy and the bark was changing colour and seemed to be eating itself. After about 30secs we needed to sit again and this went on for about an hour. We’d get up to move and then want to sit down straight after, it was a pretty big park and I think we sat on every bench in it. Every where I looked patterns were forming, the ground was doing completely crazy things and the cement path was swirling like crazy.<br> <br> After about an hour and a half in the park it started to get dark and look like it was going to rain. I finally stopped fighting with myself and decided the weird feeling I had was actually hunger because I hadn’t eaten all day. We started to make our way to a near by street that had heaps of shops when my friend decided it was time for another joint, I was still fucked so I passed. But while he was smoking it I was sitting down on this cement block, I looked down and the rocks in it were moving like crazy forming all sorts of patterns. I put my hand on it to touch them when all of a sudden I lost depth perception and it was 2D, my hand was flat on the cement, and the cement started to eat my hand, I couldn’t see my hand anymore, just my arm connected to the cement block. All of a sudden I thought it started to rain because drops of colour started to appear on the cement, but when I finally realised I wasn't getting wet the whole cement block suddenly went that colour and new coloured dots started to appear until suddenly it changed again.<br> <br> My friend finished his joint and we started walking again, almost at the shops we started crossing the road when my friend yells my name and pulls me backwards just as a car flies straight passed me, if the car was 2 secs earlier I’m sure I would of been in hospital with some nasty injuries. We made it to pizza hut (my friend works there) and got a free pizza (super supreme). It was the most colorful pizza I had ever seen, all the toppings were moving in sync with each other and I think I stared at it for about 5 mins before I even started eating it. Eating felt really strange but good at the same time, I could feel the piece getting bigger and smaller in my fingers.<br> <br> The sun was gone by the time we finished and so had the visuals and our happy giggling mood had changed as well. The sun definitely had something to do with this; its like darkness just totally killed the effects except for the confusion. We got a friend to cum pick us up and take us to a pub to meet some other friends. We played some more pool and had a beer or 2. I could notice small visuals when I paid attention to them, but I found it hard to pay attention to anything. After about 30 mins I felt totally straight again and decided to walk to my car back at my mates house (20 min walk) so that I could drive home and have a shower and get some more money so that I could come back out and continue to drink. I was walking by myself and I could start to feel slight affects again but nothing major, just weird shadows out the corner of my eyes and stuff. I finally made it to my car and got home with no trouble at all. <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> I walked inside and talked to my mum for awhile, I was able to act totally straight and she had no idea. I got in the shower when all of a sudden I started to get visuals again, the tiles started moving and morphing and changing colour. I finished my shower and got out but was totally shocked when I noticed that my skin looked fluro green, and I didn’t look like myself at all, this was kind of cool but didn’t really bother me that much, though shaving while my face is bubbling is quite hard to do. I got dressed and headed over to a chick friend of mines house where a heap of my other friends were just chilling and drinking, I picked up a bottle of vodka and about 8 cans of red bull on the way. Vodka and red bulls one of my favorite drinks.<br> <br> It was about 8 or 9 by the time I arrived and all my friends were pretty happy to see me and pretty interested in my bizarre day, many saying that they’d like to join me next time I trip. I got a few weird looks from the people that I hadn’t met before while telling of my adventures but that could possibly be because I have 1 inch plugs in each ear, a 10 gauge ring through my septum, a ring through the side of my tongue and my lip pierced, and basically just look like a freak. I started drinking and while sitting noticed that the roof and top of the walls were still bubbling but slowly dying. By about half way through the bottle the visuals were pretty much dead unless I concentrated really hard. Possibly because of the alcohol I started to get heaps giggly again, laughing uncontrollably at just about anything, falling over onto the floor and finding it really hard to get back up, even thought I didn’t really feel that drunk and the red bulls mad me feel right awake.<br> <br> By the time I finished the bottle I was starting to get these really weird thoughts and just say completely random and stupid things. Not long after most people had either left or passed out but I was still wide awake and this is when things got kind of weird. I couldn’t stop giggling, it hurt so bad but I just couldn’t stop, nothing was funny and I felt really tired but still I couldn’t stop. Then I started getting these strange thoughts and I seriously thought I was going crazy, every time I thought of something it would some how link to something else totally different and then that would link to something else and then I would start giggling and then another thought would pop into my head.<br> <br> After about an hour of this I had convinced myself that I was going insane, I was talking to myself and I was really starting to scare my chick friend, she was almost in tears. But the thoughts just kept coming and I couldn’t stop them. she made me a bed on the floor and told me to lay down, but I just laid there all night thinking to myself, I seriously thought I would need to be put in an institution, but strangely enough that didn’t really bother me, I wasn’t scared because somehow I knew I was just doing it to myself.<br> <br> My friend the next day said that I kept repeating myself, saying things like 'I’m gunna be crazy one day', 'One at a time, just one at a time' and 'I’m doing it to myself'. I vaguely remember these things but not very well. I didn’t get any sleep that night and I didn’t really start to feel better until I saw the sun start coming up. I eventually got some sleep at about 3 that afternoon but only for like 2 hours and I felt like shit after wards. It’s the day after now and I feel completely normal and looking back on my day/night I enjoyed every part of it, strangely enough even the part when I thought I was crazy.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 43131</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 7, 2008</td><td>Views: 4,735</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=43131&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=43131&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Combinations (3), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> For months I’ve been attempting to find acid and running into various problems each week which prevents me from obtaining any. However this week my friend E was fortunate to get me and another friend M, 8.5 tabs. I planned to take mine the night of M’s friend’s quinceanera. It was extremely difficult to get through the long party as we were anxious to trip. This would be my first time unlike my friends. <br> <br> There was much confusion as to where we would be taking the tabs and at first attempted to find a hotel suite and have fun living lives similar to those in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. However we fell short of money and ended up going to one of M’s family member’s trailers. The trailer park was a very unpleasant place to be in which made me nervous as to whether it would affect my trip. So before starting out, the set and setting were no where near perfect and I was reluctant to eat 2 tabs around midnight. I sold the other one to someone at the trailer who was already drunk and he took it not knowing hardly anything about LSD. <br> <br> About 15 minutes in I began to feel light-headed and smoked some herb to intensify the trip when it came. Later we walked into one of the rooms and lied on the bed looking at the ceiling watching it wave and the stucco was shifting around. We then sat and watched MTV waiting for the plateau. Several of the people in the trailer left at this time including the person we sold the tab to. The colors on the TV show began seeming brighter and changing. This slowly became noticeable across the entire room. After a while the colors of the curtains and sofas were constantly changing from red to yellow to green. We laughed at everything and mostly about this very drunk guy sitting in a chair playing ps2 the entire time and not communicating with anyone even if they called his name. <br> <br> An hour later, when I had reached my peak, my friends’ faces began to morph and their eyes spun around while I watched them. Their nostrils, mouth, and eyes all had a different color to them. At this point I was anxious to look at myself in the mirror because I was always told it was a bit shocking. This wasn’t the case for me and I found it funny because I looked like a baby. We ventured outside with the sky constantly changing colors and strange effects of the moon’s light shining through the trees. When it came time to come in I ran towards the house for no reason and felt as if I was going much faster than I really was. I also pretended something was chasing me and became scared. <br> <br> Back inside was just as trippy as before with everything always seeming to move and the dangling light adding to the effect. The music coming from the video game made no sense and I was hardly able to recognize some songs I was familiar with and the sound seemed to be coming in like waves. The person playing it eventually got up and started talking to the dogs which made us crack up. At one point he turned around and asked “Have them dogs been fed yet?” which was even funnier. We began thinking of how we were in someone’s house we barely knew and everything was very confusing. There was a constant feeling throughout my body as if someone poured wax or a sticky substance everywhere. Everything I touched felt like a new feeling and is quite unexplainable. <br> <br> It seemed impossible to me how anyone could have a bad trip and I thought that I would be able to handle it if it ever happened. I started to experiment and tried thinking scary thoughts. I watched M lying on the sofa and his body turned into a corpse with rotting skin and dislocated eyes. This image became stuck in my head and I was terrified for a second but then was able to laugh about it. The bad images seemed to hit me harder when we turned out the lights. Both my friends thought it was time to rest and fell asleep, leaving me by myself to experience the come down of the trip. <br> <br> This part was almost the opposite of the coming up. I began noticing the sounds that weren’t there and re-heard many of the things my friends had said to me that night such as “Now you know what LSD is like.” Sitting on the couch I really began to notice how my senses were all blended together and each feeling seemed related to sight or sound. Simple tasks such as unlocking a door and opening it were challenging and took much longer than normal. Walking outside for a second time I felt as if I was my friend E for some odd reason and began acting like him. Looking at the ground and letting my eyes wander I saw my friend M’s face scattered everywhere with a big smile as if he was laughing at me. I looked across the backyard and noticed a person forming out of a few objects I was unfamiliar with. I then tried to interact with this hallucination and beckoned it. It looked towards me and then walked in my direction but I lost focus on it. <br> <br> It was time for rest although it was impossible to sleep because when I closed my eyes the fear really started hitting me and I thought up disgusting images in my head. These were things much worse than anything I’ve seen in reality, and I love to look at disgusting things on the internet. Watching the walls I observed the breathing which resembled eyes and mouths and soon I was seeing little people trapped on the wall. This was very fascinating and I noticed the refrigerator opening its mouth and talking to me although I didn’t hear its voice. Babies crying, my friends’ voices, and the running water all overwhelmed my hearing and for a while I thought I would be schizophrenic afterwards. The fear was still attacking me and I saw gruesome images wherever I looked however getting up and moving seemed to get me thinking about something else. I battled this temporary insanity until the end, not sleeping the entire night. <br> <br> That morning and throughout the majority of the part of the next day I was still having trouble concentrating and felt confused. I watched the drunk ps2 guy watching MTV’s Punk’d and was listening to Shannon Elizabeth say “First we’re doing Letterman, then the View, and then Regis and Kelly.” He then said “So is she gonna fuck them?” My friends and I wondered what became of the person we sold the tab to. Did the fear overwhelm him for not knowing what was happening to him? <br> <br> When I got home I felt completely depressed. School was ending in 3 weeks and everything was going right but nonetheless it was the worst emotional feeling ever. This was definitely the worst part which is why I don’t think I will ever experiment with LSD again. Tripping was very different from how I expected it as it was MUCH more fast paced. In my opinion it was worth a try just to see how freaky my brain can get and it gave me a different opinion on reality and the human mind.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 43483</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 8, 2008</td><td>Views: 4,787</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=43483&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=43483&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:15</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:45</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 24:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Saint Patrick's Day. <br> <br> Early in the evening I went over to a friends house, being broke and not feeling like drinking I was looking for some alternative. While helping to prep his house for a party he was hosting that evening, another friend who was there told me he had 4 hits of LSD left, and I asked if he would front them to me. He said that he would provided I dropped them in his presence. I agreed and took all 4 hits. Shortly after another friend called me and asked if I would like to go to his apartment as he had just moved in and didn't have anyone to spend the evening with. I gathered up some change and caught a bus downtown, the whole time feeling the LSD creep up slowly but surely. About 40 minutes later I reached his apartment building, we went to Safeway to get a few things, and I informed him that I had taken the acid, he was surprised and a little taken aback, as he had wanted to take MDMA that night. I told him I still fully intended to take the MDMA, and he told me he would buy a few pills for me, as it would undoubtedly come back around later. <br> <br> We went back up to his apartment, and I sat down, and began drawing on my arm. I started something and continued up about halfway up my forearm. The designs were beginning to shift and change, warping further than I knew I had drawn. I decided it was probably best to stop so that I didnt end up with scribbles all over myself. Our friend dropped by quite drunk and sold us a few too many pills for less than we had originally agreed, we each took one and sat down to wait. My friend kept telling me I was nuts for what I was doing, but I was feeling quite good and having an awful lot of fun watching his carpet, walls and cieling crawl and swirl like multi colored mud. <br> <br> About a half hour later we each took another pill. And 15 minutes after this I took another half, and he took another full pill. <br> <br> He told me he had a bowl of hydroponic cannabis left over, as he had to submit to random UA's for work, which he gave to me. I smoked it out of a jury rigged contraption, a rather vile construction whose main consituant parts consisted of a sobe bottle. It is a gravity bong, but for some odd reason as far as I can figure related to the manufacture of the bowl the thing was at least partially vaporizing the weed used in it. It cashed the whole bowl in one hit, and kicked me quite squarely in the teeth. <br> <br> From here the intensity of both the LSD and MDMA picked up quite rapidly and almost uncomfortably. I sat on my friends bed watching his head wrap continuously around itself, never ceasing, the perspective altered to look like an impressionist painting. The whole room was going berserk, and the MDMA was beginning to peak the middle of the LSD peak, I stopped talking for a period of time, I have no idea how long it lasted but it seemed like something close to an hour. <br> <br> With all of the LSD I've done I have noticed that after a rather intense period following the comeup it falls into a comfortable plateau. Inside of this intense period speech is often impeded. This is aggravated by the use of weed, and this was no exception. <br> <br> His new neighbor came over to meet him, and he told her what I was on, she kind of looked at me weird while I stood there silently. About the only person I would talk to was my friend, which did not happen much, but that was entirely fine, we were both quite into the music, playing anything from Hip Hop to Pink Floyd to Techno. <br> <br> After the intensity dropped down we went over to his neighbors to talk and hang out. I poured myself a glass of vodka and drank it, feeling absolutely wonderful at this point. Talking was no problem and I began to socialize with the guests in the apartment as well. A few of the girl's friends were over including her brother, we talked, drank, smoked and listened to music. Eventually her friends left and me and my friend stayed to visit. <br> <br> She had a small couch covered with pillows, all of different textures and fabrics. Sitting here, surrounded by pillows, with the most touch sense enhancement I have ever experienced was one of the post pleasant experiences of my life. We sat and talked for several hours, eventually my friend convinced his neighbor to try MDMA for the first time, and he gave her his last pill. We stayed and visited till it had kicked in for her, and stayed until it had fallen off a bit, eventually going back to my friends apartment to rest a little bit. We decided not to sleep, as we were both a little out of sorts and came to the conclusion that it was probably best to try to stick it out till nighttime as it was 7am. <br> <br> The entire day, nothing would stand still. <br> Visuals persisted for almost 24 hours, quite noticeably, and stopped completely only after several days. When I stood up I would experience a significant headrush, but nothing un-manageable. <br> <br> The entire day we hardly talked at all. My friends girlfriend stopped by, and we all went shopping at Safeway. <br> <br> The entire day me and my friend communicated almost entirely with facial expressions and other non verbal means. We likely said no more than 15 to 20 words to each other all day. That night someone informed my friend that they could get Pink Playboys, he had heard that these were quite good and bought 5. He gave me 2 of them, took 2 himself, and sold one to his neighbor. That night was spent in much the same fashion as the last, although the headrushes had become quite nasty and I nearly blacked out once, still experiencing quite profound visuals. After taking the 2 pills they picked up again, likely a result of the MDMA synergizing with the remaining LSD. Eventually, I passed out on his couch, waking up the next day feeling almost ghostlike, and very tired, but otherwise no ill phyiscal effects or out of place mental states. <br> <br> The next morning I woke up feeling almost normal, though things were still slightly off, which again is sort of normalcy for my experience with LSD. <br> <br> Overall, it was the most intense drug experience I have ever had, and also in some ways the most enjoyable. At the same time though it feels as though something important was missing... It feels as though what I experienced was not whole, it was not what it should have been, like something else was intended but not delivered. I am curious to attempt this again with a different LSD source, and perhaps MDMA powder as opposed to pills, from a trusted source I know is quite pure. <br> <br> I'm also curious as to what impact the method of consumption of the cannabis had on all of this. Other times when only smoking cannabis and using this device I have put myself out completely off of a very small amount of decent weed. I used a large amount of good weed that night, and I think it may have caused me to be overwhelmed to a point where most of my thought process shut down and I was merely observing everything as it happened around me instead of being directly involved, which is much more fulfilling. <br> <br> All in all though, I have had more meaningful experiences with mushrooms, and I feel a great loss at the lack of high grade LSD these days, having never been able to experience 'good' LSD. <br> <br> This experience seemed far more shallow than LSD on its own, though I feel that is probably due to the marijuana. <br> <br> -MP<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 52419</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 10, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,659</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=52419&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=52419&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Multi-Day Experience (13), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gel tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">20 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> We had a small house warming party at L's new place. L and I had taken 1 hit of these clear-yellow gel tabs. Not too strong, but a nice trip with good friends. <br> <br> As morning approached, L and I decided to retreat to her bedroom to snort some DMT together. <br> <br> I wieghed out 20mg each (we wanted to start low) <br> <br> L snorted hers first. By the time I had wieghed out mine and snorted it, she was already lifting off. <br> <br> One note about snorting DMT, be sure it is really clean. Ours was snow white and glistened. Looked like crushed up glass. Purity is important. Who wants to put garbage up their precious sinuses? <br> <br> L and I layed on the bed for a short bit. I could feel it rising up. Then, like some one flicked on a light switch, it hit. <br> <br> I do not have a solid recollection of all the events that transpired, but I do recall L saying I looked like an Alex Grey painting. I laughed and then she did as well. How amazing that he captures this experience so well in his art. <br> <br> about 15-20 min into the experience, L and I locked eyes. At first if was as if they were negotiating some sort of network connection, then they just locked completely. <br> <br> At this moment, the whole scene around me dissolved into colored lines all seperated in black space with just a single set of eyes in the middle. They werent hers or mine, just eyes observing the ever-present now. <br> <br> This must has lasted for about a minute before we disengaged and reclaimed our own perspectives in our own bodies. <br> <br> I confirmed with L that she had the same experience as I did. We were both truely astounded by this. <br> <br> A little bit later, L told me she was confused and lost and needed help. I gently held her, helping to ground her and allowing her to relax and let go of whatever it was that was bothering her. The energy passed and we both rested until sleep came. <br> <br> We woke up feeling well rested and quite hungry. <br> <br> All in all, it was a beautiful experience. <br> Though there is very little literature on the subject, DMT is definitly active when snorted. The burn is pretty bad but it subsides quickly. We both had some residual sinus sorness the next day but nothing horrible (I've snorted far far worse) <br> <br> I hope to experiment some more with this method, employing higher doses. I'm curious to also try 20mg again with out LSD, as I'm wondering how much of a difference it will make. Seems like LSD potentiates DMT quite a bit.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 61042</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 13, 2008</td><td>Views: 9,985</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=61042&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=61042&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">DMT (18), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">180 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Setting - Upper West Side of a bustling metropolis <br> <br> Set – Feel great about myself and the world, enjoying my last summer before college. <br> <br> Dosage - 2 hits LSD <br> <br> Characters - Myself, J, Z, A, H, and K. <br> <br> Everyone except for Z took their hits at ~6pm(T0) inside J’s apartment, and watched TV for ~20 minutes before going out. Once outside, we walked over to Central Park West to come up and wait for Z to get there, he took his dose on the way over to meet us. Started feeling it after about 10-20 minutes, and after ~45 minutes we were tripping lightly. The feel of this acid is so nice; it’s so calm, so serene, so warm. Absolutely no speediness, just a really really good feeling, like I'm in the arms of some benevolent protector. <br> <br> Once we were up a bit K started to act a little crazy. I have known and tripped with the rest of the group for a while, this was my first time meeting K though. He was really cool, and completely insane. Not just cuz he was tripping, he’s actually kinda crazy, even spent a little time in a mental institution. It was cool though, he was entertaining, and he added a lot to the group’s trip. So we sat on a bench for about an hour, waiting for Z and a weed dealer, and laughing hysterically at the stuff K was doing, like having a two sided dialogue with a handball, talking about why ninjas are so cool, showing us some insane drawings he made, etc. <br> <br> The weed dealer and Z showed up within 2 minutes of each other, so once we copped we walked into the park to smoke. We were all tripping pretty nicely by now (T+120), and our walk through the park was quite possibly the trippiest walk ever. The spot we were in looked like an enchanted forest, and there were literally hundreds, maybe thousands, of fireflies all over. I would look at one spot, and see dozens light up at a time, and they were ALL OVER THE PLACE. It really looked like there were little fairies flying around the enchanted forest, sooooo trippy. We got to a secluded place to smoke, and rolled up 2 blunts out of the ridiculously fat haze 20 we had just bought. <br> <br> Smoking totally sent us into another dimension. I would take a hit, exhale, then like 3 seconds later it would hit me like a bat to the face, in a good way though. Colors and sounds coming out of nowhere, it was really cool. A few minutes after we finished smoking we all started peaking, and this is where the real craziness ensues. It was full dark now, and everyone but H and I had left the immediate area to go walk around or take a piss. We were talking about how hard we were tripping, how great this acid was, philosophizing, etc. <br> <br> H starts talking about how he is melting into the bench. He asks me how much surface area I think he would cover if he completely melted into a 2 dimensional puddle of H. I wasn’t sure, and then he told me to think about melting into the bench. I looked up at the sky, thought about it, and immediately started melting into the bench. It scared the fucking shit out of me, because for a second or two I had absolutely no control, and I thought I was gonna completely melt. Here’s the best description of the feeling that I can bring up. My mind, in its altered state, was able to do just about anything, so my consciousness started to spread out from my body into the surrounding area. However, my body obviously could not change, so it felt like I was quickly dripping out of my body, and that’s why it was really scary. I was able to snap out of it after a few seconds, and I thought about the great thrill I had just received. <br> <br> At this point something weird starting happening to my fingers. At first, little tendrils sprouted out from each of my fingers, and if I looked closely, each tendril was shooting out miniscule people. “Whoa, cool,” I thought, but it didn’t last too long. Then, and this lasted for the duration of the peak, my fingertips started to feel like they were made of goo. What I mean by this is, if I was touching something, and lifted my hand off of it, it felt like my fingers had merged with the surface a bit, and it was pretty gooey at the merging point. I told my friends about this, and they were all jealous. The visuals were awesome, both with eyes open and eyes closed. Synesthesia started kicking in about now, and sounds, smells, and feelings all started affecting my vision in a really cool way. <br> <br> The arrival of some non cool type people made us decide to leave our spot, and to the dismay of the rest, J and Z really wanted to leave the park. They wanted to go to our friend’s place a few blocks away, chill inside, listen to music, trip out, etc. We eventually all agreed, because even though we wanted to stay in the park chilling inside sounded like a cool idea. On the walk out, me, A, H, and K got caught up standing around something on the ground, debating whether it was a frog, a peach, or a napkin. It was definitely not a frog or peach, so I stepped on it and squashed it. K shouted at me, “You killed the froggy!” and then we all realized it was none of the above, but a latex glove. At this point I realized we had been standing around this piece of garbage for ~2 minutes, I alerted my friends to this fact, and we high tailed it out of there. <br> <br> Upon getting to our friend’s apartment, we found out that he was not home. We were gonna have to wait for a while, so I sat down on a stoop, put on my headphones, turned on my trippy playlist, and enjoyed some really intense cevs. So intense that after 5-10 seconds with my eyes closed, the entire outside world would disappear. I could not feel the effects of gravity, the atmosphere, couldn’t feel the steps I was sitting on, couldn’t hear anything but the music, I was just lost in a psychedelic, magical world that existed on the backs of my eyelids. I kept feeling like someone was doing something right in front of my face though, and even though there was never anyone close to me when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t stay like this for too long. Z started to freak out a little bit, he was getting complete ego dissolution. At one point, he popped up and said, “I’m Z? Oh god, I don’t know what I am doing. I don’t know who I am or what is going on…” We kept him calm though, and it not too much time he was completely fine. <br> <br> Here’s where the most amazing part of this trip, and possibly all my other trips, happens. I don’t know if this qualifies as a real out of body experience, but it was certainly similar. The steps I was sitting on had a light at the top which was shining down onto my back. The sidewalk which my feet were on was pretty dark, so I could see my shadow on it. The way the light was, it made an exact outline of what I looked like from behind. The acid filled in the colors and details, and I was sitting there looking at myself from behind. This can’t be happening, I thought, but the image was still there after I closed my eyes, turned my head, even after I stopped to talk to my friends. Looking down at my self was sooo cool, I was turning my head, checking out how my hair looked in the back, and practically crying because it was so amazing. After a little bit, it felt like I was driving a car in a video game. I held my arms out as if to grip the steering wheel, and I was driving into the sidewalk at approximately 50mph, making turns and all. I did this for approximately 5-10 minutes, till our friend E got there, and we went into his building. I don’t think I’ve stressed enough how amazing this experience was, I am still in awe as I write this report. <br> <br> It was really hot in E’s apartment, so we all went out to the backyard. Nothing really unusual happened here, just some trippy conversation, some smoking, lots of insanity from K, and we played with E’s really cool dog, Lika. Lika looks like a husky, except he has golden yellow fur. He is pretty big, and is a realllllllllly cool dog. I always love tripping around animals, this was no exception. He knew something was up, and chilled with us the entire time we were there. Eventually, we decided we wanted to get some food and go back to the park, so we left the apartment. <br> <br> We walked to a deli, got some supplies, and went to Bellevedere Castle. We stayed there for about an hour, listening to music, talking, and admiring the view/weather. We were all coming down at this point, and we decided to go back to E’s. We smoked some weed, drank some 40s, played with the dog, and talked about the night’s events. A and I lived in different boroughs from the rest of the group, so we were staying the night at J’s. At ~3am, J said it was time to go, so we bid our friends good night (morning) and took the relatively short walk to J’s building. Once inside, we sat down for some food and TV. We got caught up in Kill Bill 2, and watched almost the whole thing. At ~4:45, we decided to go in the staircase to smoke a blunt, and then we came back for some more food and the conclusion of the movie. After Kill Bill was over, we started watching Spawn. We decided to turn off the TV at like 6:30, long after the sun had already come up. <br> <br> It took a looooooong time to get to sleep, didn’t happen till at least 8 am. I decided not to go in to work at 9, and I slept till almost 1pm. We ate some food and smoked the last of our weed. J was going over to the east side to see his girlfriend, so I got started on my long trip home. I was still getting cevs on my ride home, and listening to music was really cool. <br> <br> This was definitely my most intense trip, and it lived up to all our expectations. I am glad we were able to pull off such an amazing experience before A goes away, these are memories that will last forever. I am left with alottt of stuff to think about after this trip, I’m gonna go do that now.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44449</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 14, 2008</td><td>Views: 7,402</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44449&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44449&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 drop</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">11 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Setting: My candlelit bedroom, incense burning, Buddha images here and there. <br> <br> Mindset: Post yoga, on a Friday evening. No one about to bother us, mobile phones off. Quiet room. <br> <br> <br> I texted Dan, around lunchtime: ‘Dude! I want to trip this weekend. Do you?’ I knew Dan had plans that night, and so was happily surprised when he pleasingly replied: ‘Fuck it. I’ll cancel my plans. See you soon’. We were on. <br> <br> See, I’ve got this small vial, filled with the strongest acid I’ve ever had. It’s quite a treat. From the pipette I carefully plopped a drop of the magical lysergic onto the receptacle for the evening: a green fruit pastel. We both eyed the transformation of the acidic candy into the doorway into another dimension. The sweet was wet with acid as I cut it in two, we both swallowed the sugary lump down. Countdown had begun. I felt the patterned tug of my heart in my chest. <br> <br> The start of acid trips are always, well, a bit odd. Pretending to be casual when really, on some level, I'm wondering which latent demons and horrors could come to plague me. Thankfully such paranoid thoughts were soon melted away as I lit up the candles around the room and turned off the light. Orbs of luminescence shone warmly about us, the sweet, thick aroma of incense lending a refined spiritual air to the proceedings. We felt safe, in my carpeted basement flat, and decided to draw up a plan for the trip. We followed this up with some meditation. <br> <br> ‘AUUMMMMMM’ blared from the stereo. We were listening to a guided meditation by 'Mr. LSD': Ram Dass. His knowing, commanding tones took us deep within, as the vibrations of the OM snuck deep within the marrow, deep within our psyches. We opened our eyes, as it finished, in a state of dewy wonder and newfound beauty. The candles glimmered around us, friendly fire, as we began another meditation. The world swayed and swelled around us. <br> <br> This time, as we began the mantra, the resonance took on an other-worldly quality. The sounds stopped being uttered by me, and all the ‘me’ began dissolving into the now very colourful vibrations of the mantra. With closed eyes, each new syllable boomed with intricate, pixellated beauty; a firework display created by a lunatic Amstrad. Deeper went my consciousness, deeper into the mantra. All sound and thought now wept into a colossal whole, all sense of self, or of any concept, dissolved away into a crystal clear union of all. Tears were flooding out, at the awesome beauty of the universe, of which I now was. <br> <br> Dan chanted deeper, and his voice sounded nothing like the one I know. Mine, when I came back to self-awareness, was not mine at all. I surrendered again and joyously crumbled back into the unity, into the Holy Moment. Beams of Technicolor Joy ribboned around me, waves of bliss becoming and dissolving into me. As the mantra session ended, and my eyes happened upon my room again, it radiated a simple, new found beauty. There was a humble charm even in the grain of my carpet. The carpet began to undulate and wriggle. We decided to go for a walk. <br> <br> High up on Hampstead Heath we walked as angels might, elevated and beyond, but without any feeling of snobbery. Our consciousness seemed to span to the horizons. We were the pavement, the sky and the skinhead running past us. However, we soon had to bring the experience down into concept, fascinated as we were - which turned off the oceanic, unitive feeling somewhat. Nevertheless, the philosophical insight was fascinatingly sharp; 'crystal consciousness' was a phrase we felt fitting. <br> <br> Back, a few hours later, in my kitchen, I laboured over making a cup of tea. My hands were swelling and pulsing. I could see the flow and ebb of the LSD in Dan’s eyes, and in that unearthly tremor the material seems to evoke within the musculature beneath my skin. Yellow light swelled up behind us as we looked, with a tragic-comic sadness at a faded old cookbook; ‘Ways To A Man’s Heart’, at which we wondered how the Housewife Generations put up with being so servile, so confined, for so little reward. How heart rendingly sad. But suddenly, through the waters of pathos, the bolt of humour struck us, and we fell about laughing at the group of ladies who wrote the cooking tome we had before us. They were named: ‘The helpful ‘8’ committee’. <br> <br> The laughter and the acid united to produce the kind of hysteria that squeezes my stomach up, seizes me up; my face clenches as a fist, and all my body can do is double up, as the laughter possesses me and literally wrings me out. Tears flew down and we couldn’t speak for the poignancy of the comedy. I think I tore a muscle. <br> <br> We drunk some tea, and from the corner of my eye, as I went more into the witness-mind; and as I spoke to him, Dan’s body began to disappear. I didn't say anything. Back downstairs again we smoked some grass and went into a deeper, longer meditation. Looking again for a holy moment, but I went deep into closed-eye vision of satanic demons, which proceeded to fragment up and divide, kaleidoscope-like, into other archetypes. These dark visions may have disturbed me, but I remained watching it, as if they were a river, and they soon passed and transformed into more palatable, still violently sexual, psychedelic scenes. Dan fell asleep and began snoring. Somehow this really impressed me. <br> <br> Our comedown was really gentle; we had parachutes; for we employed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to see us through. The next morning we felt galvanised, spirited and strong. A hearty, greasy English breakfast re-charged us, and the afterglow has lasted ever since. A truly beautiful encounter with my favourite psychedelic.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44621</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 16, 2008</td><td>Views: 11,358</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44621&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44621&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Meditation (128) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), Group Ceremony (21)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 1:40</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I am writing this in hopes that someone else may have experienced something similar during one of their trips. A very important aspect of this experience that sets it apart from your average lsd/marijuana experience is the intensity of fear and terror involved, and the 'realness' of the so called hallucinations. <br> <br> Dosage and timing information: The 'hit' of LSD I took seemed to have slightly more than a single hit by a thin tear across another hit. May have been the corner, or bottom of the page. This coupled with the thickness of the paper made we wonder from the beginning just how much lsd was on the blotter. Start time=10:40pm on a Friday night. McDonalds, a quarter pounder with cheese and a coke, I hold the acid on om tongue for a breif moment, minutely dissolved, then swallowed after the meal. Drove to pick up friend from work, arrive home 1/2 hour later, nothing, no effects. 1 hour and 40 minutes later, thinking that the lsd was just paper, started smoking party bowl size hits of marijuana, good quality mexican seedless spicy smell, type ii. Me and friend devour about 1/2 oz of this weed within I'd say about 45 minutes or less. (which I thought was odd, usually we don't smoke quite so much, and especially so fast) My friend had taken his slightly smaller hit upon my arrival to his work to pick him up. Neither of us seemed to be high, just mildly which after smoking all that, seemed very strange to us both. Then slowly after well over a 2 hour delay, this lsd and weed mixture hit us both very powerfully. The first visuals were that of the gold fleck on the white kitchen counter and in the bathroom seem to be appearing onto the white background like small blooming gold flowers. Then doorways in the other rooms in the house seem to have strange unfamiliar dimensions. My friend appeared to have very strange dimensions and proportions, and now spoke a higher pitched voice. We were watching cable tv and every channel seemed to be way out of date. Everyone looked like they were from the 60's. They all had these colored sunglasses on and hippy clothes, tie die, patches etc. Even the news people looked like that. We we very impressed with this effect. Sounds were very fluid and seemed to come from every direction. My friend began to become frustrated with me because he doesn't like classical music, only heavy rock. We both like the rock, but he doesn't like classical, he thinks it's strange, or weird, or perhaps even a tad gay. <br> <br> Anyway, this is how it all started. His face appeared to take on a much different look. very elongated and more stretched between the nose and the eyes. He bagan by insisting that we turn off the classical music. He made this happen from accross the room without a remote. My stereo was old and had no remote controll access at all. I tried to get another radio station and there was nothing but dead air. It seemed that either the stereo tuner had failed, or worse, my friend would not allow it. I say this because when I accused him of somehow interfering with my stereo tuner reception, he seemed to behave as if he was in controll of much more than that stereo. He decided that we should listen to Led Zeppelin's 'when the levee breaks' and 'no quarter'. We listened to no quarter several times in a row, and then I wanted it to stop, so he walked to the stereo and turned it off. His appearance was beginning to look even more frighteneing by his expressions. I said to him, 'I think I'll call and see how my mom is doing, (this is because I was very much in fear at this moment, but I was trying to hide it) I called her and she answered and she soon understood where I was and told me to just be calm. Then her voice seemed to be getting more quiet until I could hear nothing on the telephone, when she came back on her voice was lower pitch and she and my friend both wer laughing at me. Not like it was funny, but more like 'do you realize what is happening to you?, we don't think you do.' They were saying that I should not have come around 'here' again, and that I had been warned by my 'friend' more than once about this. I quickly realized that what ever was happening seemed to be very, very real. My friend was saying things to me that he could not have known. Things I have never told any person, ever. It was like he knew 'everything' about me, and everyone else for that matter. My friend could also controll/turn on and off. The tv, telephone line, and stereo tuner reception. while sitting accross from me with both hands in plain view on the arm rests of the chair he was stting in. We were alone in the house. He had a $20.00 bill that he was 'stretching' like rubber! While he said to me, this is pretty stretchy stuff huh? he handed me the bill and it seemed to be just a paper 20 dollar bill, until I stretched it too! Other objects also took on strange and sometimes threatening appearances. Things seemed to have a clorfull slime covering random things. <br> <br> Some people came by and their faces had patches of color in strange patterns on them. They also scared me. I thought that I had passed away but was still animate in a spiritual sence because I could no longer feel my body. My friend kept saying, have some water and lay down. I was afraid that if I layed down I would go somewhere else. Somewhere people went after they died. This experience seems to have more to do with the LSD making the marijuana have a much more intense effect. Infact, in such a way that it was almost as if the combination created a whole new type experience that is unattainable when both drugs are being used seperately. Also, on two other occasions I encountered other friends who's facial structure resemdeled in no way each others', until we were both on this lsd/marijuana mix. They had that 'stretched' area between the bottom of the nose bridge and the lower baginning of where their eyes become visible on their face. This is the best way I can describe it. Much of what else happens while I had been around these particular people under this checmical combination seems to have been forgotten. I have taken the lsd with no marijuana and everything was fine, even while driving at night with another friend who was tripping, and then towards the end of the trip, after smoking some marijuana, my tripping friend seems to take on the same appearance as the above mentioned with a strange shaddow pattern all over his face, like that chrome flat metal on steel sidewalk covers, alternating embossed thick rectangular lines arranged in a grid cris cross pattern. Without sounding like a loon, it seems that these particular people while we are both on the lsd/marijuana combo, and are in the company of no others, (alone) become inhabited with some kind of what I would call 'bad, or malicious spirits' The drug combonation would not only suggest that this 'preception' came merely from the drug, but also from the fact that the other person was under this same checmical influence. It almost seems like some kind of psychic radio antenna inside us both brings us to a place where things are very alternate to what they are in normal consiousness. Things and people are all only negative, and no optimism exsists in this place. The remarkable thing about all this is that the other person seems to be almost completely unaware both durring, and certainly after these events have occured. Deniying that anything like the such had ever happened. Some were even aggresively defensive, or acted like I was crazy when I tried to explain to them what had happened, and what exactly I had seen, and experienced. These were a set of lsd experiences I had up until about 1989. Since then I have only experienced very blissfull trips in which I feel very safe, calm, and have much controll over the visuals. I feel very 'hindu-like' when I have these trips. I would call my last trips, 'beautiful' I'm not sure what was happening before with those other trips, but they were something that I would not wish on anyone.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1984</td><td width="90">ExpID: 13873</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 22, 2008</td><td>Views: 9,104</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=13873&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=13873&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), General (1)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Well I made a big mistake the other day that, luckily for me it turned out astonishingly well. I just acquired 6 hits of quite good acid that I was going to split and share with my girlfriend on a nice day. I woke up on Thursday morning and realised my mom - who was the one who could always tell I was on drugs - was in NJ and my dad was at work. We drop at 1:00 pm. <br> <br> T+30 minutes: My brother, who is quite young still and I wasn't worried about, tells me that my dad is coming home at 3:00 so that he can be there when the COP comes to talk to my brother about why not to do fireworks (he was caught setting off fireworks at a school). Wow so this is awesome news to me, not only are we going to peak when my dad comes home but also we are going to be peaking with a cop in my house!!! Now the first time I did acid it literally took 2 hours to kick in and another hour to come up. Not this time though, it literally kicked in at a nice strength in under an hour. So we're like alright let's go outside! Cos it was a beautiful day outside. <br> <br> T+1 hour: The walk was awesome, the clouds were swirling everywhere and everything was just beautiful. I, unfortunately had terrible anxiety and nervousness. I know though, that acid does this so I kind of disregarded it and tried to go with it. We walked around my block as the acid slowly crept up on us. <br> <br> T+1.5 hours: We were already beginning to peak. At this point the clouds were thousands of swirling puffs and the sun was making everything shimmer in gold. The street was getting windy (visually) and narrower and the woods were much more accented and dense. It literally got to the intensity where I was starting to get a bit scared to walk in the street. I would get SO amazed by something that I would just wander off into the middle of the road and I sure as hell didn't want to get hit by a car. So I began walking on the grass. Naturally being in the grass of course makes it so that the hair on my arms begins to increase and I begin to acquire cat-like attributes. I am rolling in the grass very happily, yet kind of scared to go anywhere as now I am tripping balls. <br> <br> T+2 hours: I touch my sunglasses as I'm holding them in my hand and close my eyes. Reality begins to unfold and I swear I was able to enter other dimensions and if I had stayed longer then experience time travel (that's what I figured out in my acid-head). Finally we realise we are kind of dehydrated as it's like 3:00 and about 95 degrees. I'm scared to go back to my house though because of my dad and the cop but we just wing it and start walking. <br> <br> T+2.5 hours: This is where I really begin to lose it. I am being very over-stimulated by how bright everything is and also how hot it is and am naturally, starting to freak out a bit. The walk is very strenuous and I swear I am being pulled to the right, now entering a faster speed road by foot I am even more scared. Finally we get to my devious 300 foot long driveway surrounded by dark woods. I skeptically make it down the driveway and we go into my house. Everything is patterns and waving back and forth and nothing is how it was when I left it. Sweating like a fucking dog I slowly stumbled up the stairs into my room with my girlfriend. I am completely incoherent and can't make complete sentences or any decisions. I check the clock, it's 3:30. My dad isn't home and neither has the cop come. So I'm semi-relieved. All of a sudden, my dad knocks on the door. Now lucky for me he is a very naive man when it comes to me on drugs so he didn't even realise the fact my pupils were enormous and I was stumbling all over the place. <br> <br> T+3 hours: We don't know where to go so we hide in my basement, I still feel overheated and terrified as shit. We venture back up to my room and all of a sudden I throw up in my hands. It was actually a very spiritual purge it was like throwing up my soul and then having it enter back into me again. Within about 20 minutes after I threw up things got even worse, I was not only filthy and dirty from vomit, but my dad was home and my girlfriend is freaking out too and since we were in my house she couldn't make any real decisions. We tried calling like 10 people in my phone because I really wanted to leave my house to get away from my dad, brother, and the this cop that was supposed to be here. Finally I got a hold of the girl who sold me the acid, a friend from a few towns over, I told her the story as best I could and she said she'd be right over with her girlfriend. After the phone call I actually begin to cool down and also calm down. The visuals are intense and I still am semi-incoherent but I am calm and have calmed my girlfriend down a bit, even though I give her TONS of credit for trying to calm me down the majority of the time. <br> <br> T+3.5 hours: At about the time my friend and her girlfriend arrive we've actually went past the peak and plateaued at a VERY nice medium. The visuals were excellent but we were totally in control, it was as if the acid wasn't even altering are thoughts and we were just happy as hell. We chilled out in my room with my friends and she was telling the most intense stories. She was flailing her arms around and it made the most amazing tracers as anyone who's done acid knows, the tracers with your hands are just awesome. We had an awesome time with them, and we hung outside a bit later. The ants and bugs were awesome to watch as you'd see butterflys and there would be multiple ones (tracers) or ants walking with trails behind them. <br> <br> T+? (at this point time was irrelevant and fairly dilated so I don't have accurate times measurement: My girlfriend and I went back to my room and just hung out and listened to the doors greatest hits really loud. I have an awesomely comfortable room with trippy posters everywhere. One of them had tons of faces in it and they all popped out at me. I have this spirally thing on my computer and if I stare at it for 30 seconds and look at something else, that something starts warping and moving. So we put that on and it literally brought the trip to a new level. <br> <br> Another thing, associated with that, that I witnessed was that when I kept it on, it created a vortex around my computer in which colors from around my room and my computer wallpaper were being sucked into it and thrown out around my room. I vividly remember my girlfriend being enveloped in the colors from my wallpaper (purple, green, red, blue) being thrown across the room and changing the color of her hair. Another awesome and funny thing I witnessed was urinating. Every time I would pee I would watch as urine would come in a stream out of my belly button, penis, and knees. Urine would also flow (visually) over the sides of the toilet and down the walls. When I splashed water on everything, water started pouring down the walls. <br> <br> T+?: My friend had bought us bubbles a few nights prior so we decided to play with them. The bubbles are incredibly beautiful and shine their colors and patters over everything. When one pops on me, I feel it all over my body. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Between the doors playing and my girlfriend and I so happy and having so much fun with everything it was just a marvelous experience. I was so relaxed and content and everything was just SO awesome. I wish I could have drawn what I saw but it was such an experience. <br> <br> Overall: The experience turned out awesome. We even ended up going to see the new Willy Wonka movie at the tail end of our trip which brought the movie up to a new level. The only problem was our timing, it sucked, never do acid just on a whim. That was so unlike me as usually I plan out drugs very far in advance. Lucky for us the cop never showed and we calmed down fairly quick, but there was a little while where we were in pure terror. Scared shitless. I have had an experience with a hospital before so now whenever something goes awry on psychedelics death is always the first thing that comes into my mind. I was fortunate enough this time that everything worked out almost majestically but not always will I be so lucky. I just thought I'd share this experience as maybe people will be able to relate.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44878</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 29, 2008</td><td>Views: 7,419</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=44878&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=44878&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Lately, I have been experiencing mild to intense LSD flashbacks when I smoke cannabis. Not only recent LSD use seems to trigger this, but also recent MDMA use. <br> <br> I first noticed this after new years 2006, when I ate quite a few strong pills of E. 5 or 6 i believe. I rolled hour hours and hours, hallucinated, and dreamt vivid, realistic dreams. For days or even a week or two afterward, I would experience an intense, usually uncomfortable high when I smoked marijuana. A couple times, it felt like I was rolling again, which was nice, but gradually it dissolved into a cloudy psychedelic-like stoning that would knock me on my ass every time I smoked. <br> <br> Then I ate some acid. First one hit, then one and a half, then 2, each spaced a couple weeks apart. Smoking pot the first few days after these experience led to intense visual distortions and a body load equal to or greater than the one I had experienced on the acid, believe it or not. I would continue to experience somewhat regular flashbacks even when not smoking pot, but the weed would bring it on completely. Keep in mind, this would not (and will not) prevent me from smoking just as much pot as I ever did. I just 'trip' when I smoke, and I smoke multiple times per day. <br> <br> These experience are managable for the most part, but there have been 2 distinct flashbacks where I was genuinely concerned that I had been dosed with LSD again, unknowingly, and was experiencing the come-up of a very long, intense acid trip. My mind raced around the possible ways I could have injested some LSD recently...I was sure I had been dosed by a friend. On both of these occasions, after 5-15 minutes or so, I would regain normal thought and bring myself back down to baseline, only after experiencing intense closed and open-eye visuals and other sensory distortions, as well as that distinct head-in-the-clouds acid body high. These experiences would become less and less intense, untill eventually I could just get stoned again. <br> <br> Then, I ate some more E. 2 'blue mahjongs'. Very trippy pills...maybe 2c-b or a similar psychedelic in them? I experienced better, more significant visuals on these pills than I had on acid or mushrooms before. This experience triggered a new, maybe more intense period of flashbacks when I smoke. The flashbacks do not take me back to the wonderful experience I had on these pills, though, they take me straight to LSD space, where my head feels disconnected, and all I can see through closed eyes are endless fractal patterns. It seems, to me, that my brain has made a solid connection between smoking marijuana and LSD, and when intense psychedelic experiences are fresh in my mind, it is very easy for me to slip into that state of mind - even if it wasn't acid that got me there. Without smoking pot, I can do it at my own will, somewhat enjoyably. But when I get really stoned, I have no choice - I am forced into acid space for a little while. <br> <br> I am assuming that this effect will again gradually decline untill I can become comfortably stoned again. Maybe I just should smoke less? Sometimes one hit is all it takes. It doesnt bother me all that much - I love tripping, so being able to trip when I smoke is a bonus, but at the same time, I love getting high all the time, and I definitely don't want to be tripping all the time. <br> <br> It should be noted that I have never experienced flashbacks from mushrooms, which I have the most experience with (and which I tend to favor the effects of the least).<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 70126</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Sep 30, 2008</td><td>Views: 13,760</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=70126&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=70126&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Health Problems (27), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/5meo_dipt/">5-MeO-DiPT</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">175 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> This was my first LSD experience (first with 5-MeO-DIPT as well). I had tried mushrooms about 10 times or so before. 2 doses of LSD and one of 5-MeO-DIPT were supposedly mixed in the sugar cube I was given. My plan was to take it alone and then meet up with friends later that night. I hadn't eaten in 6 hours or so. I took it at about 9:00 pm. I began to feel stomach discomfort after about 45 min. The discomfort intensified, and all I could do was curl up on the bed and wait for it to pass. I believe that if I had eaten earlier, I may have vomitted. After about 1.5 hours, I began to get the mental and visual clarity that I normally experience on mushrooms, and my stomach discomfort was almost gone. <br> <br> I decided to take a walk through campus with some progressive house background music. As I started walking, I noticed an increase in my energy level. I got pretty excited for what might happen and started to walk faster. There was no more stomach discomfort at all. The cool night air felt amazing. My vision felt like it had expanded. Colors and streetlights were exeptionaly clear and vibrant. There was no one walking around, and only a few cars passed by. I felt like I was the only one on the planet. I walked out into the vast soccer fields where the lights from campus couldn't reach and lay down in the grass to look at the stars. I was awed by the night sky above me. I turned up the volume on my cd player and just watched the sky. I was able to see quite a few meteorites flying by. My vision was very sensitive to movement. I caught a few satalites moving past as well. They look like stars that move in one direction, faster than a plane but much slower than a meteorite. I guess that around 2.5 hours I started to get some visuals. Once this started to happen, I kind of lost track of time for a while. <br> <br> I could go on forever about everything I saw, but I will try and keep it short. Out in the field I started to see the clouds kind of change shades of dark gray and out of the corner of my eye they would move quickly. The buildings of the campus started to bend up in to strange shapes, but nothing too dramatic. I kept trying to open my eyes wider and shake my head to see if I could make myself sober up, but it didn't work. I saw the movement of a car driving around in a parking lot only 200 yards away, and realized it was a cop. I kind of got a little worried and flattened myself on the field. I knew he couldn't see me out in the un-lit soccer field, but I had a paranoid suspicion that he may shine the search light out towards me. I told myself that it was dumb to think about it too much, and I calmed down as he finaly drove away. <br> <br> My walk back to the house was interesting. I got kind of freaked out for a little when I saw half a dozen or so kids on long boards skate by in the empty parking lot next to me. It was like 1am or so on a Monday night. What were they doing? I turned and saw like 3 more in the parking lot on the other side of me. Some waved when they saw me. It was pretty sureal. It was just a big group of longboarders out for a ride late at night. But it was deffinately something I had not expected to see, and it scared me a little. I had this feeling throughout the whole experience. I was kind of warry and suspicious of things in general, it wasn't really fear. I wondered if the few people I walked by that night knew that I was on something or not. I had trouble looking strangers in the eye. <br> <br> When I got back to the house, the front door was wide open! This scared me a little. I started walking to the door when some animal came running out of the house and froze when it saw me. It kind of hissed and took off past me! Now, if anyone was watching me, Im sure I looked pretty normal, but my head was reeling. This little experience scared the shit out of me. Did that really just happen? <br> <br> Well, the rest of the experience was very visual. But visual with patterns and such. I didn't really see things appear from nothing like I was kind of hoping. A little crack in my ceiling turned into a bunch of black mouth things that moved around the ceiling and opened and closed their mouths like they were hungry. That was kind of scary. My clothes kind of melted on thier hangers for a while. I got some really cool, colorfull, 3D, closed eye visuals. When my roomate got home at like 3am, I tried to have a conversation with him. It was kind of spacey on my part. It was hard to concentrate on talking while I was seeing things out of the corner of my eye. <br> <br> Now at 7am, I was no longer seeing visuals, but my sight was still very defined and I couldn't go to sleep like I wanted to. I was thinking a bunch too. I didn't sleep at all until the next night. The whole experience lasted like 12 hours (8 hours of actual tripping). I will definately do it again, but maybe once a year or so. It took a lot out of me. I am starting to notice that I am getting much lazier lately and I am worried that it may be due to my drug use. I usually use MDMA at least once a month and mushrooms every 2 or 3 months. I am going to try and cut back to see if it affects my energy levels at all.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 24983</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 24, 2008</td><td>Views: 4,720</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=24983&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=24983&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), 5-MeO-DiPT (57) : Nature / Outdoors (23), First Times (2), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">130 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/methylone/">Methylone</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 4:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.25 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 8:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 cig.</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">53 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It was a rainy day <br> I had a headache <br> <br> This <br> I have to say makes for an interesting tale of facets, of euphoria, of wellbeing and of love. <br> <br> I had commitments last night, I had promised a friend that I would go to his gallery opening… I had also however just received a curiousity, the methylone. <br> I was never really one for social event such as gallery openings <br> For those who don’t know, it generally an ordeal for those who don’t enjoy small talk, wine and large groups of insecure people gathered in one space. <br> However this night I decided I would try the methylone <br> I hadn’t eaten anything for a number of hours so had pretty much an empty stomach. <br> I don’t have scales <br> So I worked old school <br> Dividing the yellowy powder with a card, <br> Tipping it into a glass of water <br> A little stir <br> It tastes slightly bitter <br> But not unpleasant <br> The time now is about 7.10pm <br> I am on the phone to my ‘friend’ with whom I will join later <br> I tell him that I am drinking this stuff <br> I finish the phone call <br> I feel clearer <br> Its now 7.20 <br> my headache has pretty much gone <br> it normally take me a while to get out the house <br> but I was on the bus by 7.30 <br> and the bus journey was nice <br> I felt great <br> And clear headed <br> With no feelings of paranoia <br> I didn’t worry about the other people on the bus <br> I am listening to music, it sounds good, but it is good. A DJ set from Berlin. It just enhances my good mood. Im tapping my feet a little but I don’t feel like I want to burst into dance! <br> I get there and ‘there’ at about 8pm <br> I felt as free as a bird <br> I flitted around talking to many people, those I knew, those I didn’t. <br> I felt as though I was full of positive confidence, the kind which is not full of ego. <br> Everyone is drinking, I don’t want to drink. I don’t really like it anyway. <br> I have nice conversations, very caring. Conversations flow easily with everybody, even those that I don’t like. Again there is no paranoia which I might feel on E or mdma. My mind is clear. I am able for the rest of the night to deal with all kinds of social situations which I may have otherwise found challenging. <br> I clocked my ‘friend’ <br> Lets call him MP <br> Of course as many faceted as the world is I could not just go up and speak to him. <br> Oh no… for tonight, in this setting anyway, we were to play a little game. <br> For no one was to know that we really knew eachother … yes, its true artists are a bunch of no good scoundrels! <br> Exchanging glances every so often, I began to feel that enhanced sex drive similar to mdma but with out the confusion. <br> I floated around looking at the artwork <br> I didn’t feel the forced need to mingle <br> It came very naturally <br> I was very comfortable in the space. <br> Speaking is easy, with only one notable minor drug sounding,slur! <br> An hour went by <br> 9pm ish <br> I felt the need to smoke more than usual, as I don’t smoke cigarettes much anymore <br> But, as with many drugs… <br> I enjoyed heart felt conversations with friends. <br> Eventually after much circulating <br> We decided it was time to leave… MP and I <br> We went out separate ways <br> Meeting at the bus stop <br> Yes! <br> Now it was time to go to the circus! <br> Yes, literally. <br> We happen to live in a city which once a year, for one month only, experiences its population more than double, and this toy town comes to life with music, cabaret, theatre, dance etc. <br> Approaching 10pm <br> We kiss <br> It feels great <br> Well it always feels great <br> But the methylone in my brain and the previous situation of sexual tension makes this kiss explosive. <br> We go to a bar <br> I am totally loved up <br> Again not like mdma really, you see I don’t like mdma too much as it makes me feel a bit confused and paranoid, its like on mdma my feelings are not true. They are just chemical. <br> With Methylone I felt I could let my guard down completely, and let the drug take its course. I see now why its sometimes called Ease. <br> I ask MP if he would like to join me ‘down pleasant street’ <br> We order juice and tonic water <br> I dose his drink with about the same amount as me <br> It is 10.20pm <br> I am still flying <br> I feel fantastic <br> Again within 10 minutes MP has joined me <br> And we cant keep our hands of one another <br> Small rushes of euphoria come in waves, remaining just at the right level to remain tucked within the inner self. <br> We talk about how we feel <br> Truly and honestly <br> And its beautiful <br> There is no false e-talk here <br> 10.50 we head off to the circus <br> it is still raining heavily <br> and when we get there the que is long <br> we continue kissing under our umbrella <br> needless to say… we are both very much hedonists! <br> The que isn’t too bad, I decide to drop a very small about of acid. <br> Small as I don’t want to override the methylone first time round, small also because we are going to the circus, and really there isn’t need to enhance the experience too much! <br> The acid came on quickly. Although at this small dose gave me that slight headache and feeling in the top of the mouth sensation. <br> The performance was great, twas Le Clique in fact <br> I love that sort of thing anyway, I really enjoy this time of year here, as people like MP and I are always this way, and for this month many others come into town, other performers and new friends. I feel really happy in this new environment <br> I am even starting to get a little full of myself <br> I begin playing up to the circus/cabaret vibe, I am also wearing my soviet generals outfit… one of them. This is normal for me though! <br> We both enjoy the acts <br> MP I can tell is feeling that ‘increased sex drive’ I mentioned earlier <br> We go out at half time <br> And enjoy cigarettes and dirty dancing in the rain. <br> When we leave the circus it is about 2am <br> The rain looked beautiful on the ground <br> We wished we could go home <br> But in our situation this was no possible <br> We had to eventually go our separate ways <br> However horny we were! <br> A taxi home <br> A kiss goodnight <br> <br> I am home <br> It is nearly 3am <br> I go into my room <br> I think im tripping <br> As to my surprise I see a shape in my bed <br> There is someone asleep in there! <br> I deal with the situation <br> Its one of the lost boys of never EVER land <br> I am surprised at my cool ability to deal with the situation <br> He is promptly evicted <br> <br> I decide to have a joint <br> Unexpected OEVs! <br> Controlable though, nothing too heavy. <br> I shut my eyes <br> In a bid to hope that sleep will come <br> I hear the sounds of rain outside becoming distorted <br> Intense CEVs! <br> Woah <br> I had no idea! <br> These CEVs were where I saw the really synergy between the acid and the methylone <br> They had the slight dark side of acid, with similar colours. However the bliss was there which carried me through nicely into dreams of utopia with MP. <br> <br> In all this was a very pleasant experience <br> Better than I had expected <br> There is only one thing I worry about <br> And that is, I would be tempted to use this chemical more often for events such as openings and the like. <br> <br> I awoke early <br> Typically feeling as though I never slept <br> I feel great though <br> A little tierd <br> But full of positive energy <br> <br> I hope MP feels this good<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 73058</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 29, 2008</td><td>Views: 12,444</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=73058&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=73058&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">Methylone (255), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/doi/">DOI</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center"> </td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have a moderate case of AS. I have never really felt true empathy in my life. I have cared for and about people, but I never understood how my actions impacted others. My lack of development socially delayed my development with maturity. When i was smoking weed, I started understanding how my past actions impacted people, but couldn't help with current actions. It also wouldn't stop me from and possibly drove me to more dopamine-driven hyperactivity. One day, I did mdma. I felt complete empathy and while I was on it, I did not feel like I should ever smoke again (the comedown changed that). But for the next week or two after my first roll, I did not have AS. At all. <br> <br> Then acid comes in. Acid made me feel every emotion in such a powerful, euphoric way. It turned off homicidal fantasies that my lack of empathy triggered. It let me let go of the guilt of what my AS caused me to do, while still realizing that it was bad. I was able to move forward. Based on misinterpreting something my friend said, I completely learned how to hold conversations with people and listen and not just wait for my turn to speak or speak about whatever. <br> <br> I also did DOI. I freaked out on my first trip and my guilt returned. However, when I was in school (don't ask) I could hold conversations with people better than I usually do. I think DOI did help, but not to the degree of acid and mdma. <br> <br> I still have AS, but it is a lesser case now. I truly understand how my actions and words impact other people. I believe psychedelics have made me into a better person, one who is more considerate and empathetic to other people's needs. I still avoid conversation sometimes, but that's probably because my personality is so bizzare that it's hard to find people to relate to. (seeing as that I have a near obsessive love of movies). <br> <br> In conclusion, even though I still have a way to go with psychedelics, AS, and social interaction, I believe that psychedelics, and drugs in general, have made me into a better person with a lesser case of AS.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 74470</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 31, 2008</td><td>Views: 25,941</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=74470&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=74470&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), MDMA (3), DOI (259) : Health Benefits (32), Unknown Context (20)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">25 mg</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ci/">2C-I</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  repeated</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">179 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I have been doing LSD almost monthly since I moved to Austin in February. The LSD I got there was amazing. 1 hit had me in logic spirals that would loop over a period of an hour, then repeat hourly until my trip ceased. It was amazingly potent. In one case, I remembered driving to a retail store because the setting created by my apartment bored me. Along the way, crayons began drawing everything that came into my field of vision - the road, street lights, signs. Anything that I saw was first 'drawn' by these crayons, which were vertical beams that traced around everything. <br> <br> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> When I went back to Dallas, I took a few of these hits with me. The Saturday I got back I decided to haunt a Nightclub I had frequented when I lived in Dallas. It was a rave-setting and when I got there, all my best friends were there. I distributed the liquid-on-sweettart hits to my friends asking nothing but the base compensation I had invested into the LSD. One of my friends told me he didn't have money, but had a bartering chip, some new research chemical called 2C-I. I had never heard of it, save for passing reference in conversation. I knew absolutely nothing about it, but was in an experimental, and somewhat wreckless mood.<br> <br> I traded some of the 2C-I for acid, and bought an ecstasy tab. I took my remaining three hits of this wonderful acid, took the 2C-I pill, and swallowed the X. <br> <br> The one thing I have known since I began doing acid is that Cannabis (having psychedelic properties of it's own) intensifies any kind of psychotropic experience. That being said, I always had at least 10 - 20 grams of regular schwag onhand to add to the experience.<br> <br> My friend (who I will call K) and I found a deserted corner of the club and lit up at least 4 bowls before almost being discovered by the establishment's staff, and decided to return to the fray. Soon after, my roll hit me. I felt the euphoric, anti-gravitational effects of the ecstasy, and sat down. The heavy techno music only intensified my out-of-head state of mind. I had completely forgotten about the acid, and 2C-I, which is the best way to go about doing acid. <br> <br> Apparently, as an experiment, the club owner was allowing train-traffic to traverse through his club because one hit me dead on. I blacked out for a good few seconds on the couch, then managed to stand up. K was only on LSD and asked me if I was alright. I couldn't even manage the basics of human communication and simply looked at him with a dazed look. He and one of my good friends who was also a security guard led me to the bathroom where I vomitted.<br> <br> They led me back to a couch, where I handed over my car-keys to K. An hour or so later, the club closed and we all left to go to a friend's place. At one point, I swear on everything I hold with any value, that I saw a stop-sign speaking conspiriatorily to a fire-hydrant, only to stand upright when it realized our vehicle was approaching. Upon arriving, I had to be led once again, into the apartment. Along the way, the sidewalk was lined with robed people who taunted me with their voices. I was starting to have a bad trip and I never have bad trips. When I got inside, everything was moving in amazing ways I only had ever dreamt of a trip more lucid and whole than anything that had ever happened to me. Non-existant people walked in and out of the room, and said things to me I was too confused to reply to.<br> <br> When the initial blast of the trip had subsided, I made my way onto the balcony of the apartment. Looking into the sky, I saw my reflection and suddenly felt as though I was trapped in a giant drop of water. One the ground in front of me, three armadillos rolled down a hill, and unrolled in front of me. They gave off an angry aura so I ran inside. When I did, my field of vision moved to the side with the floor-to-ceiling blinds and a black void was behind them, but when I stepped through everything righted itself, then turned upside down. I fell onto a chair and sat there for at least another hour.<br> <br> The last significant event of the trip happened when I went outside and my friend K and I climbed a tree. From the tree we tripped out on how the building was patterning, and rearranging. We were in the tree for at least fifteen minutes before we realized it was a mesquite tree with thorns. We escaped with our lives however. The rest of a night is a blur (as if the rest wasn't?) that I cannot remember. I just know I slept near on 20 hours, and when I woke up, I only had that groggy acid-hangover. <br> <br> It was inexplicably intense, but a good experience overall. One of my best trips.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 55255</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Oct 31, 2008</td><td>Views: 6,379</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=55255&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=55255&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">2C-I (172), LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Club / Bar (25)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">  T+ 2:00</td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">85 kg</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> Prior to the time I took LSD I was strongly anti-drugs. This was no doubt because of all the people around me telling me that all drugs were bad. Of course I believed them and whenever I’d hear someone around me doing drugs, I would truely be disgusted. I then found out one of my close friends was doing a few drugs. I knew he was a cool guy so I let him explain to me what he had to say, which is when he started telling me about this drug called 'LSD'. He assured me that it was one of the safest drugs known to man in terms of adverse damage to the body. He then told me that the amount of LSD required to make you trip was less toxic than Vitamin C in an Orange, I was listening. These are the things that I’m not told by the people who tell me all drugs are 'bad'. I then went on the web and read hours and hours worth of info regarding LSD. At this point I had realised that LSD was not in fact a 'bad' drug and I knew I was stable enough not to worry about psychosis. <br> <br> I then told my friend that I wanted to try some. He said we could no doubt score some at a psytrance party so I went along. It was a Saturday night so it was crowded. We were in this place with loud music, wasn't my kind of scene but I bared with it knowing that I was about to score some LSD. My friend tried a few people who looked like they may be selling but was unsuccessful. We were about to give up and try another party when I saw this teen walk in. He looked like a modern day hippy so I immediately told my friend to ask him. He went, a few minutes passed so I knew we had something. I went up to them talking and started listening. My friend turned to me and told me he had LSD but it wasn't at the price he expected it to be. My friend had only done LSD once before so he wasn't sure about the price himself. <br> <br> We bought 2 tabs as it was expensive. The guy handed me the 2 tabs, he put it straight into my hand. At the time I was quite hot so I was sweating, my palms were moist. I remembered Albert Hofmanns first accidental trip, so I quickly gave it to my friend who put it in his wallet. We departed from the party. I told my friend that we should go to his house and do it there. At this point the time was around 10-11pm Saturday night. He agreed. <br> <br> We went to his house and on the way we got a lot of snacks. When we arrived at his house, my friend told his parents that I’d me staying round that night. All was going well until his parents said 'ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU HAVE TO BE UP EARLY TOMORROW MORNING AND AT YOUR AUNTIES HOUSE'. As I heard this it felt as though for a split second the whole world collapsed on me. We agreed that I should look after the tabs before deciding when to do it. I went home, very excited to have LSD for the first time, very excited to have my first ever drug. <br> <br> The following day was a Sunday. I share a room with my brother so I don't have much privacy. At around 9pm he said he was going to his friend’s house and that he wouldn't be home until something like 4am. When he left I saw this as an opportunity to take the acid, so I dropped one hit at around 9pm on a Sunday night. Bad idea right? As I have school the next morning. I wasn't 100% sure of how long the effects lasted. <br> <br> Anyway, it took 1 hour and 45 minutes before I felt anything so I was wondering if we'd been sold blotter paper with no acid on it. When I started feeling something I was relieved. At around 11pm I started tripping hard. At the time I was on MSN trying to type. The keyboard was becoming increasingly difficult to see as it was pulsing and dancing around, like a boat on sea. <br> <br> Around this time I called my friend to notify him that I’d taken my share. He told me that if I was having fun it'd be OK if I had his one too. WOW, what a great friend! At around T+2.00 I dropped the second hit. My trip for the first few hours was really fun. I didn't know what to expect but I remember laughing and giggling a lot. I was really having fun. <br> <br> At about 1pm my sister needed my help so she called me. I went into her room and she asked me to unplug and re-plug her TV in. Very simple task, yet so difficult to do when on LSD. I must have been there for 15-20 minutes laughing around, as I usually do when I’m around her so she didn't suspect a thing. When I wasn't able to do this simple task, I promised her I’d do it tomorrow. When she agreed I felt very relieved. <br> <br> I went back into my room and put 'Break on Through' by The Doors on. I must have had this song on repeat for about 3-4 hours straight! At around 2-3am, with Break on Through playing loud on my headphones I started worrying that my brother would come home and walk right in and find me on this class A drug. I started to worry. Because of this, every 10 minutes I would have auditory hallucinations. I would hear the door creaking at the joints signifying that someone had just walked in, i.e my brother. I kept hearing the door maybe 12 times over a short period of time. I then let it get to head. I heard my mom and many more voices in my left ear, all shouting. I couldn't make out anything they were saying but it scared me a lot. I suddenly took my headphones off and looked round, only to see no one. I was relieved again and straight away there was this huge smile on my face. <br> <br> At around 4-5am I decided that I should climb into bed as my brother would be home anytime. I turned the PC off and climbed into bed. I now know NEVER to sit or lie down without music on or any other thing to distract me as I start thinking about negative things. As I was laying there in bed, I started thinking about my life, where I was going, what I was currently doing etc etc. I felt like shit, I realised that I should be taking education seriously as that should be the most important thing currently in my life. But I was failing in school, so I felt very depressed, I was failing in life. I just wanted to sleep, to escape these thoughts. But I couldn't sleep, not after only 8 hours of dropping the acid. I was getting really upset that I couldn't run or hide from myself, my own thoughts, my own state of mind. <br> <br> I then decided to do something about it, I climbed out of bed and picked up my guitar and iPod. I put on Orion by Metallica and started playing along with the solo (after the bass riff kicks in). The solo is very melodic so I suddenly felt great playing it. I was on top of the world, so happy, so incredibly happy. At this point I realised that if I have a son, he has to try this, to be in the state that I am in right now. I felt like I was in heaven, I was so happy. After about half an hour I realised that it was getting late and I had school the next day so I climbed back into bed. <br> <br> My brother came home shortly after, I was pretending to be alseep, it worked and he climbed into bed without bothering me. I was very hot, sweating. I couldn't sleep and I kept looking at the time. I was lying there concentrating on falling sleep. I kept looking at the time every 5 minutes. Each 5 minutes that past felt like 15 minutes so I was lying in bed for what felt like eternity. It was now coming towards 6 and I kept on thinking, 'Omg, I have school tomorrow and I haven’t had any sleep yet. Let me at least get 1 hour of sleep'. <br> <br> That didn't happen, I hadn't fallen asleep and the time now was 7.30am. I climbed out of bed and got changed for school. I was still tripping, not the hard 5 hours but the post hardcore trip which lasts around 10 hours. I was very tired and very confused. I left my house and needed to get a weekly travel ticket for the bus. I went into the store and also got a large bottle of water along with my ticket. When the guy asked for the money of the ticket + water I got very confused as I had forgotten to calculate the water bottle. I asked him why it was more expensive than usual. When I asked this he told me I was also buying the water bottle. I then felt as though he knew that I was on drugs. I kept saying to myself, 'Oh no, he probably thinks I’m one of those common drug addict thugs'. <br> <br> I felt as though he was judging me. I had to get out of there. I payed him and got on the bus. There were no spaces to sit so I was standing. The whole journey I kept on thinking, 'Everyone is staring at me, judging me in a bad way'. I felt like shit. After my first bus journey ended, I got onto the second bus. I found a seat and sat down. After a few minutes someone sat right next to me staring at me. I looked and it was my good friend. He is religous and thinks highly of me so I didn't want him to find out I was on drugs. The whole time he was talking to me, I was trying not to look him in the eyes because I was very paranoid that he'd see my dilated pupils. <br> <br> I soon arrived at school and sat down in class. I was relieved to see my friend who uses soft drugs as I felt connected with him at that point. I then told him to look into my eyes, which were still dilated. I told him I was still tripping. At this point I got very scared that I’d get caught on a Schedule 1 drug in school by my teachers. I avoided all eye contact. I now realised that I must have been acting a little weird but at the time, I was concentrating on not looking at anyone directly in the eye. <br> <br> 2 hours passed and I went into my second lesson. I was now EXTREMELY tired, just barely able to keep my eye lids open. I was tripping on the keyboard in front of me, which was quite fun. <br> <br> I then realised that I couldn't take it anymore so I stood up, told my teacher that I felt very 'ill' and that I was going. She told me it was OK to step outside and get some fresh air. I then told her that I was not coming back and that I was going home. I picked up all my stuff and as I was about to leave someone in class made a joke. He said something along the lines of 'You smoked too much crack last night'. When I heard this I suddenly thought 'Oh my god, they're very close to finding out the truth'. With this in my mind I laughed in a very uneasy way to pretend like that was absolutely not the case. <br> <br> I left class. I was very relieved to be heading home. I started thinking about my bed and sleeping which made me feel very happy. The 45 minute bus journey home was hell for me as I was barely able to stay awake. I made it home, jumped into bed and had the best sleep I’ve ever had. <br> <br> What an experience! I took two tabs on my first go not knowing what to expect and my lack of knowledge caused me to take it at a very bad time, just hours before school.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 54130</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 12, 2008</td><td>Views: 7,076</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=54130&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=54130&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Alone (16)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">185 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> I first moved into my college dorm room not knowing what to expect. I had transferred to a new school, with my girlfriend and another friend. The campus seemed, well dull and dry as could be. So all we had to keep ourselves entertained was the local liquor store that did not id. From the looks of most of the other students I wouldn’t be finding anything to smoke until I returned home. I had no idea that a drug dealer lived only a few rooms down the hall!<br> <br> Eventually this came to my attention, as the familiar smell of cannabis filled the hallway. Being that this was a freshman/transfer student dorm building I figured hey they are probably looking to make a few friends who also smoke. So I gave his door a knock, and nothing. Somewhat depressed I headed back to my room mentioning what I had smelled to my girlfriend. Fortunately the next day I saw him in the hallway, so I decided to start a conversation with him. Eventually finding out he sold weed, acid, shrooms and other various drugs. At first I just stuck to good old weed. After about a month of knowing him, and becoming fairly good friends with him, he offered me acid for $10 a hit. So we (my girlfriend, friend and I) decided to try it.<br> <br> The first 45 minutes went by and absolutely no effects were noticed. After about an hour and a half after taking the acid I began to intensely feel the effects. I began to question the nature of things for some odd reason. This led me to my 30 gallon fish tank, which I had recently purchased. I began rambling on about how these fish should be free, and what a shitty life they must be living now. This conversation brought my friend and girlfriend to the tank. They began gazing, and my girlfriend agreed with my comment. I began to hate the people that must have captured them and sent them to the pet store ultimately doomed to swim in my rectangular tank for the remainder of their lives.<br> <br> I suddenly realized someone was knocking on my door. I was relieved to find out it was just the kid from down the hall. He instantly knew we were on acid and began to smile. We invited him to spend the night with us and he took 2 hits. Seeing this I decided to get each of us another hit. So after taking that we decided to go outside. Little did we know there was a rather large amount of snow falling in our area, which made the experience wonderful. Everything was blanketed with snow, and glistening. At first I wanted to run back upstairs to grab my jacket because it happened to be a fairly cold night. However, we began walking towards this large parking lot on the campus and the longer I walked the warmer I became. Eventually I felt perfectly fine wearing a t-shirt and jeans.<br> <br> Once at the parking lot, we were in for a hilarious experience. While walking around we all managed to end up on a sheet of ice that built up on the blacktop of the parking lot. For some reason I felt like ice-skating in my sneakers, and my girlfriend began to follow my lead. She fell backwards and we all started laughing so hard. I slipped and fell to the ground from laughing and that only made everyone laugh harder. After a few minutes everyone was on the ground laughing. Eventually we all regained our balance and headed back into the dorm.<br> <br> Before I met them in my room I went to one of the many shared bathrooms in my building. My school had these already trippy looking floor tiles that we all used to joke around about on the bathroom floors and walls. They now began to swirl but only when I concentrated on the toilet bowl. It was one of those out of the corner of my eye kinda things. Every time I looked at the tiles they stopped, and began swirling every time I looked back at the toilet. This kept me entertained for what seemed like 10 minutes but what was probably only 1 or 2 minutes.<br> <br> I decided to head back to my room and meet back up with my friends. After only half an hour I decided to go for a drive. <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> It had to be 11 pm and because of the snow storm nobody was traveling on the roads. Also I figured I swerved slightly because of the effects of the acid I could blame it on the snow. It wasn’t really that bad at first. I really tried to concentrate only on driving and that wasn’t all too difficult. I began to feel connected through the car somehow while driving along. Especially so when I pressed the breaks, I could feel the pulsation of the anti-lock breaks. It seemed to shoot up through my entire body and it almost felt like a pain. Similar to that sort of pain associated with nails on a chalk board.<br> <br> In any event we arrived at the 7eleven and purchased random snacks, although the acid didn’t give me the munchies at all. We decided to smoke when we arrived back at the dorm so we grabbed some cigars and snacks for the expected munchies. We began to watch The Butterfly Effect, and I almost shit myself. I love the movie straight or even while smoking weed, but definitely not on acid. Everyone unanimously wanted to stop watching it, so we turned on some techno and Winamp visualizations. I normally don’t listen to much techno, unless high, but its excellent while on acid.<br> <br> Eventually the night came to an end, everyone left except my girlfriend and I, so we tried to sleep. Unfortunately this didn’t seem possible, as we laid there for half an hour with no progress. So we talked the night away, about every subject that came to mind. Overall an amazing experience and I have taken acid several times after this first time.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 45384</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 18, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,591</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=45384&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=45384&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>
<div class="report-text-surround"> <table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="right" border="0"> <tr><td></td><td width="15"> </td></tr> </table> <!-- DoseChart --> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#224422" class="dosechart"> <tr> <td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(liquid)</b></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="90" align="right"> </td> <td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">  </td> <td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td> <td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td> <td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td> </tr> </table> <br> <table border="2" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#444455" class="bodyweight"> <tr> <td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td> <td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">160 lb</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> <!-- End DoseChart --> <!-- Start Body --> It should have been a bad trip, but it wasn't. <br> <br> I heard that acid was in town at the beginning of the week. It had always been the holy grail of hallucinogens, something I'd wanted to try since I knew of it's existance. I found a friend, we'll call him E., to trip with and decided on that Friday to drop. We waited around all day after school and finally got in touch with my guy. It turned out he had sold all of his. We were disheartened, until he told us there were still two hits left in the next town over, a 30 minute drive. I wasn't about to let a little drive stop me. We drove over and got our two hits. Acid is really rare in our area. I was surprised that these small pieces of paper were going to throw us into a world of psychedelia. I put mine on my tounge as soon as I got it and E. did the same. We took some friends to the store and got a 40oz. to split later in the night.<br> <br> On the drive back (DO NOT DRIVE WHILE TRIPPING. IT WAS STUPID THING FOR ME TO DO.) I started feeling the first little 'something's about to happen' tingles. I looked at my pupils and couldn't see the coulor of my eyes. This was it! <br> <br> When we arrived back in town we went back to my friend's (P.) house and sat down. This is where I made my first mistake of the night. One of my friends was having a birthday party that night and they all wanted rolls. Myself being able to get them most anytime said sure, as I wasn't tripping that hard yet. On the way to meet the X guy I noticed colours getting brighter and we both got a bad case of the giggles. We got to the gas station where we were to meet the X guy. While we were sitting in the parking lot waiting for him I really started to feel it. Colors were shifting BIG TIME and I couldn't stop laughing. We got the tabs and drove back to P's. house.<br> <br> So far so good right? Wrong. I sat down on P's bed, and some of my other friends started playing trippy music on the keybord and bass. This was nuts. I was really feeling it strong now and it was amazing. Suddenly one of my friends comes in and says 'Dude, come outside right now.' I didn't know what was going on, so I went outside. He had backed into my car. My sideview mirror was hanging off and my door made a sickening crunching noise whenever it was opened. I started freaking out, and everyone did their best to keep me calm. I finally just said fuck it, I wasn't going to let it ruin my night and drove off in my badly crippled car. This was stupid. I was almost peaking and driving around in a fucked up car. <br> <br> <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br> <br> We got to the party and handed out the tabs. I drank my beer raving about how I was going to get it from my mother in the morning. I went into the kitchen, a place I had been many times before and it seemed totally alien. This is when the ego loss really began. I couldn't really talk. Someone asked me if I could roll a joint and I nodded, proceeding to roll a pretty nice one, considering my condition. We went into the back yard. I layed down in the grass and it was amazing. I had no idea what was happening. People talked and it sounded like an entirely different language. I remember seeing the street light and thinking I must have left earth. It cast a strange glow over everybody and I was gone. I think someone convinced me to bang my head into a pillow, because it would feel good. I was at this point incapable of driving, so I let another friend (K) drive my car. He did fine, and riding in the passenger seat seemed very strange to me, like it wasn't even my car I was in. We got to the park and stayed there for a few hours. I remember the grass shifting and people dancing. Tried to roll another joint, but it didn't work out as well. Took me 30 minutes. <br> <br> At around 1:30 E's mom called and said she wanted him home. She offered to pick him up. And here comes mistake number 2. I decided I was tired of being there and said I would give him a ride home. So we take everyone back to the house and head back to E's house. When we're almost there I see flashing lights up ahead. Oh shit. Cops. But it wasn't just one cop. 'SOBRIETY CHECKPOINT' read the sign with the flashing light. Fuck. I, of course did the stupid thing and made a big turn on the road right before the sign. Exactly why they placed it there. Of course, when I look in my rearview mirror I see a car staying about a block behind me with it's headlights off. Me and E start throwing all the pills we had left out the window. When we got about 2 blocks down the road the lights came on. 'Is this really happening?' E asked me. Yes. It was really happening.<br> <br> 'STEP OUT OF THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR HANDS UP' came over the loudspeaker Both E and I got out. 'JUST THE DRIVER.' E got back in and I walked toward the cop car when they told me too. I wasn't really still tripping when we started this drive, but those cop lights took me back. I put my hands on the hood of the police car. 'Why'd you avoid my checkpoint back there boy?' asked the officer. 'It was the right way to go.', I muttered, realizing I must sound like a total lunitic. He gave me a bit of field sobriety, waving my liscense in front of my face telling me to follow it with my eyes. I wanted to ask him which liscense he wanted me to follow. The tracers were incredible. It looks like one big line of them, flowing back and fourth. After searching my car and finding nothing, he asked me a few more questions. The story I came up with was stuttered and full of holes. I was shaking really really badly. Finally, they just told me that I was out after curfew and I agreed. The last thing he asked was if I had a dead body in my trunk. 'Not to my knowledge, officer.'<br> <br> 'Get the hell out of here kid.' Shocked, I walked back to my car. Was it some kind of trick? No. To this day I have no idea why he let me go. Gave us our cigarettes back too. I took E home and went back to P's house and told them my story. I was completely down by this point but still feeling very strange. P wanted weed and I said I would get some, on the condition that someone else would drive. We took the interstate this time. We ended the night by smoking out my friend's car. A strange night. <br> <br> I've grown up a lot since then, I hope. It was the first and only time I tripped acid, although I wouldn't be against trying it again some time in the future. Next time though, I'm going to approach it with a much different attitude. One of respect.<!-- End Body --> <br><br style="clear:both;"> <table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" class="footdata"> <tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 57043</td></tr> <tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr> <tr><td>Published: Dec 20, 2008</td><td>Views: 7,912</td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2" align="center">[ <a href="exp.php?ID=57043&format=pdf" type="text/pdf">View as PDF (for printing)</a> ] [ <a href="exp_pdf.php?ID=57043&format=latex">View as LaTeX (for geeks)</a> ] [ <a href="#" onclick="expChangeColors(); return false;">Switch Colors</a> ] </td></tr> <tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : General (1), First Times (2), Various (28)</td></tr> <!-- <img src="/images/new.gif" alt="May"> --> </table> </div>